OBSESSION

Chapter 22





I pulled my knees up close to me, and hugged them tightly. The chill night air that was springing up affected my naked body, and I had to rub at my arms in an attempt to get rid of the goose-bumps that covered them. I didn’t want the General thinking I had them because I was scared of him or something…..Which I was, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.



He came towards me purposefully, and I looked up at him, wondering what was going to happen now we were alone together. Did he want me to get up and start a fire to warm him? Did he want me to prepare and cook his meal? Or did he want………



My mind blanked out, and stopped thinking altogether, when he knelt down in front of me and started rubbing my arms for me. I automatically stopped and let him continue, his hands briskly and efficiently going up and down and across my skin, chasing away the goose-bumps, but leaving a tingling sensation in their place.



It felt like my skin was coming alive…..sharp little electrical pulses surged down to the very tip of my toes, as his hands roamed my upper torso. I was definitely becoming warmer, and it had nothing to do with his attempt at fighting off the chill weather.



When his hands went below the surface of the cold water, and his fingers touched the tops of my legs, I almost wanted to get up and run….run away so he wouldn’t know what was happening to me…..



I was getting an erection!



His harsh, brisk rubbing became softer, more tender, his fingers stretching wide apart and kneading my flesh gently. His thumbs….Oh god, his thumbs. He was using them to draw little circles around on the inside of my thighs and, with each and every turn, he was getting closer and closer to my little secret….Only, it wasn’t so little any more… My cock was standing rampant and tall, just begging to be touched by him. The more his thumbs travelled closer to it, the higher and prouder it protruded.



My breath hitched in my throat as he finally made contact. I stared at him nervously, wondering what he would do. Would he be angry at me for getting excited, when all he had been trying to do was help? Or would he laugh at me, for daring to even think that way about him?



I was amazed when he smiled at me. I was even more amazed when he bent his head to mine and kissed me…..He wasn’t angry! That had to be a good sign, didn‘t it? I was so relieved he wasn’t cross with me, I couldn’t help myself…. I threw my arms around him and kissed him back.



If he seemed surprised at my reaction, he didn’t say anything. He just continued to kiss me, and his hands continued to rub up against my body, only now, they travelled faster, and the rubbing became firmer and harder. My toes curled with the deliciousness of it, and when one of his hands closed around my hard cock and began to do to me what I always did to myself in the privacy of my own bunk, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven! I pushed myself into his tight hold, wanting him to squeeze tighter, willling him to go faster….



Still holding onto me, still kissing me, he nudged me back so I was laying down flat. Then he forced my knees apart and lay down over the top of me. The soft gritty sand gave way beneath the weight of our two bodies, and I sank a little lower into its depths as it shifted to accommodate us.



The hand that he had used to rub my back now went to my chest, and his fingers played with my nipples, tweaking and squeezing them painfully, making them stand out like they do in winter, when I’m cold. Even though he was hurting me, I didn’t care. All I cared about was that he continued kissing me…..And the pain felt nice, in a funny sort of way.



Or it did…..until he removed his soft lips from mine and instead planted his mouth firmly on my one of my extended nipples, his teeth biting down, hard.



I barely managed to stop the cry of anguish that burst out. I tried vainly to push away from the hurting he was causing me, my hands pummelling at him to try and make him stop. He wouldn’t…..and all I could do was to grip him tightly as he continued to munch on my poor abused flesh.



The pain was getting really bad, and I tossed my head back wildly, thumping it into the sand behind me, hoping and praying for him to let me go. I was terrified that he was actually going to bite it off completely.



But he didn’t. Instead, his mouth suddenly released its painful hold on my ill-treated nub, and he began to trail tender little kisses upon me, pecking me softly, gently…… until he latched like a leech onto my neck.



Over and over he bit me, sucking and biting and not stopping until he was happy with the size of the love-bite he was working on, checking each and every one, sucking some more on it if he didn’t think it big enough, before moving on to another area of unmarked skin once he was satisfied. I knew I was going to be covered in them, that my throat was going to be black and blue by the time he was finished, but I didn’t care because, the more he marked me, the more I wanted to be marked.



Those tingly shooting pangs of shuddering electricity were coursing through my body once again, and I twisted and turned my head, revealing as much of my neck to him as I could. I wanted him to mark my neck, and my chest, and my belly and my….I wanted him to do to me everything that he had done with his lover, Lieutenant Pike. I wanted……



But that was the trouble. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know what lovers did. All I knew for sure was that, what he was doing now was so nice, so pleasurable, that I didn’t ever want him to stop. I didn’t care that the marks would be seen by everyone. I didn’t care what anyone would think about it. I just wanted him to claim every inch of my body with those luscious lips of his.



And I almost sang with joy, as his mouth sought mine out once again…as he began kissing me deeply, passionately. Behind my closed eyes, I was dreaming of a future like this with him, held eternally in his strong arms, breathing in the scent of him, drowning in his embrace…..



My eyes, so tightly closed, now sprang open as I felt something bumping against my ass. He was trying to push his own hard erection inside me, like he had tried before. I had a decision to make. Did I want him to stop? Or…..did I want him to claim me totally, to make me his….forever?



I knew, without a doubt, which it was……



“I……I’m glad,” I breathed, gazing up at him. “I’m really glad you’re going to be the first one to take me, sir. Please….Please be gentle with me……..” I begged, recalling the last time he had tried to penetrate me. I knew it was going to hurt. And I also knew the pain that I’d felt as he’d chewed on my nipple was going to be nothing compared to what I was going to go through as he took my virginity. I just wanted him to at least try and make it bearable……



“What did you say?” he asked me, his silver eyebrows raising. I was about to repeat myself when he carried on. “So, you’re pure and innocent are you?” I nodded, glad he understood, and he continued. “Then, no-one has ever done this to you before?”



His lips came crashing down on mine in a jarring kiss, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, his opening and closing jaws taking complete control over me. I was breathless by the time he raised his head, and I struggled to remember the question he had asked me. Something to do with someone else kissing me?



How could I admit to him that I’d never, ever, been kissed like that before, and certainly not with the use of tongues? Would he think of me as undesirable if I admitted that to him? I had to take that chance, embarrassing as it was.



“Well sir…..”



He cut me off, as one of his hands shot out and his fingers wrapped around my swollen cock, squeezing it and making it swell some more.



“And I suppose no-one has ever done this before either?” he teased.



Now this really was embarrassing. It was like he knew about that shameful time I has tried to seduce that big titted girl, and had failed miserably. So, if he knew about it, it was pointless of me to lie about it.



“There…..There was one person sir, who….touched me, down there,” I admitted. “It was a girl I dated from my village. But…..but she never kissed me in the same way you kiss me, sir,” I hastened to add. For that was true, her kisses hadn’t excited me half as much as his kisses did. After my admission, he let go of me and sat back, a strange expression on his face.



“Don’t worry, pretty cadet,” he said finally. “I promise I won’t hurt you. Let’s start with a little gentle foreplay, shall we?”



Pretty? He thought I was pretty? I’d never been called pretty before. I found I liked it, especially coming from him. I smiled at him…..and he smiled back at me.



“Suck it….” he ordered.



Huh? What was he talking about? Suck it? Suck what? Ohhhh…….



My confuddled brain suddenly understood what he meant, as my eyes focused on the huge penis extending out from his groin. As if to emphasis that it was indeed his cock he wanted me to suck, the organ in question oozed out a tiny amount of pre-cum from the small slit of its head. I wanted to bend down and wipe it off, to smear it between my fingers, to raise it to my nostrils and smell it, to put my finger to my mouth and taste it, but… I wasn’t sure if that was what I had to do….He’d said suck it.



“General,” I whispered, hating having to admit to my ignorance. “General, sir…… I ….I don’t know what to do.”



“Don’t worry….I’ll show you,” he whispered back.



I watched mesmerized as, throwing his beautiful hair over his shoulder with one hand before balancing himself, he caught hold of my hard cock in his other hand and began to jerk me off. My hard little erection was beginning to ache. I wanted so badly to cum. I looked at him, silently begging him to remove his clenched fingers. I didn’t want to soil his hand. I even tried to tell him, but my words just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted them to. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, my tongue betrayed me, and instead of coherent words, a moan or a gasp came out instead.



Suddenly he stopped. I thought he was going to release me, but instead, his fingers tightened even harder around my shaft, pulling the skin down close to the base, his hand brushing against my pubic hairs. The head of my cock was now pulled tight, the mushroomed belled top looking painfully red. Then slowly, very slowly, the General dipped his head towards it.



“Ahhhh…….”



Never in my life, had I experienced such a feeling of bliss as I did at that precise moment. As the Generals mouth closed around my cock, and as his lips sealed themselves over the tip of my erection, my whole body shook from head to toe. It was the most fantastic, indescribable feeling in the world. All I knew was, my cock felt enclosed, warm. And as his mouth moved up and down on me, his tongue was leading the way, pressing against my hardness, licking and swirling. I was lost in the sheer pleasure of it all.



“Mmmmm…..Mmmmm…..Ohhhhh…….”



I was making stupid little noises, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was what he was doing to me, the feelings and sensations he was giving my body. I’d never known anything like this before, and I didn’t ever want him to stop. But all too soon I felt the familiar feelings of an impending ejaculation. I tried to fight it, I tried so hard. But nothing was going to stop my body reacting to what was being done to it.



“Ahaaaa…….”



It felt so good! I flopped back listlessly into the sand and water, trying to remember to breath, trying to remember where I was….who I was…..



Slowly I became aware of the Generals presence, as he removed himself from in front of me, and sat down instead beside me.



“Your turn,” he said. “Just do exactly the same to me as I did to you.”



His words caused me to turn to look at him, to gaze at his still hard cock. This would be easy, I told myself. If he could do it, so could I……



I knew that I was supposed to be in front of him, like he had been with me, so I struggled up from my reclining position and settled myself in between his spread knees. And then I lowered my head down to take him into my mouth, slowly like he had done, but….His cock wouldn’t stay still! Every time I tried to close my lips over the tip of it, it would sway out of reach the other way……



“Hold it steady with your hand,” the General snarled, in a gruff voice.



Panicking, thinking I was doing it all wrong, I did as he commanded, and took hold of his erection. He was huge! When I wrapped my fingers around myself, my fingertips touched my thumb. Not so with the General….there was a gap in between my digits where I couldn’t reach all the way around.



“Just squeeze, as hard as you can, and pump it up and down,” he instructed me. I did as I was told, pumping his hard cock furiously, the way I always did to mine.



“SLOWER!” he yelled out. I knew what he meant by his cry. He was about to cum, and he wanted the experience to last for longer. I understood that, so I slowed down and pumped him how I pumped myself when I knew others were awake and might hear me.



I had thought he was content with my hand administrations, until he suddenly took hold of me by my hair and yanked my face down towards his cock. I guess that was his way of telling me it was my turn to suck him now.



With his hand still firmly attached to my head, I tried to remember exactly what it was he had done to me. Had he licked me first? Or had he simply opened his mouth and taken my cock in? I honestly couldn’t recall. But I did remember his tongue touching my hardness, and the way it felt as it slathered up and down my member. That had felt good. So, hesitating a little in case I had it wrong and got shouted at, I closed my eyes and stuck my own tongue out.



His cock felt warm to my wet tongue, and the skin rolled strangely as I touched it tentatively, unsure of what to do. I began to lick downwards, but a sharp pull on my hair indicated to me that the General wanted me to lick upwards instead. I did so, dragging my tongue all the way up his long shaft to the tip. Another tug at my hair indicated that he now wanted me to go all the way back down. I obeyed, and as soon as I got to the bottom, I began to work my way back up, being rewarded for doing so by having no pull on my hair.



I could do this!



Lapping up and down a few times, I became more brazen, and decided to find out what the bulbous head of his cock was like to lick. My tongue had discovered all the ridges and bumps of his shaft, now it yearned to know what the rest of him felt like.



Making my way up slowly, taking my time and enjoying the journey, I was elated to discover that the rounded tip was soft and smooth to the touch. I eagerly lapped across the entire top of it……and was disgruntled to discover a particularly nasty tang assault my taste buds. Was this horrid flavour his pre-cum? I licked at the small slit in his swollen crown a few times, just to confirm whether or not it was……It was. I wondered if mine was as un-pleasant to the palette.



I wanted to stop. I didn’t want to have that revolting taste lingering in my mouth, but I knew the General had managed to stomach it. What was it he had done? Oh yes….He had completely swallowed me down. Perhaps that stopped you tasting the vile essence. Taking a deep breath, I did the same…..



The General had begun to moan now, and I felt proud of myself when I felt his hips rise and fall in time with the motion of my mouth. I was doing alright! With his cock so far at the back of my throat, I could barely taste his pre-cum any more, besides, my mouth was far too busy salivating with being open too wide. He was so big, I had thought for one frightful moment that his girth would split my lips wide apart. But he fitted in…..just.



The tight grip he had on my hair increased again as he suddenly shoved my head downwards, and his thick cock went even further towards the back of my throat. I was aware of the musky scent of the General, as my nose was pressed up tight against his pubic hair, the little silver curls tickling my face. I panicked as he pushed me down again, because this time his hard shaft slid past my tonsils and stopped me from breathing.



My arms flailed the air, and my eyes opened wide…..I never thought I would die this way…..



Suddenly, just before I passed out, he released his hold on me and removed his cock from my mouth without coming. I had let him down. I had failed to do what he asked of me, even after he had taken the trouble to show me what was expected of me. Did that mean, because I didn’t like it, he would never do it to me again?



I mourned for my failings. To never experience his lips around my cock again. It didn’t matter that he might never forgive me….I would never forgive myself.



His hands upon me brought me out of my woes of sorrow. He was pushing me onto all fours. I stared back at him, my tongue exploring the contours of my mouth, checking to see if indeed my lips had split, to see if I could taste blood. I began to relax. A brief examination was all it took to tell me I hadn’t torn in any way.



That feeling of relaxation vanished as soon as I felt him push his cock against my ass. He was right behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips, his face a mask of concentration as he aligned his rigid member up with my tiny little hole. My breathing became shallow, and I gasped as I waited for the pain I knew was going to come. I didn’t have long to wait…..



As he began to bump against me, I was determined not to cry out. I had failed at the blow job, I wouldn’t fail him in this. But all my resolutions melted into nothingness as the head of his cock forced its way inside my body, and a cry of agony escaped me.



This time, my tongue definitely tasted blood, as I bit down on my inner lip in an attempt to stop myself from crying out any further. So, this was what it was like to lose your virginity, this intense feeling of pain? Of intrusion?



If I had known beforehand, I think I would have joined a monastery, rather than the army……