My supervisor had warned me about the old military line, “What goes on TDY, stays TDY.” He said it was something people hid behind to justify affairs and other things frowned upon by the military. Since I had only been in for a year and this was my first ever deployment, he wanted me to stay out of trouble. “Stay away from married women!” was his last warning as he booted me out the door of his office so I could get to the transport flying us out. I listened to him, but some of the married women had other thoughts in mind…
By the time we landed overseas, I could already see several of the married women had removed their wedding rings and were flirting with the young airmen. A couple looked my way, but I kept it at chitchat. Each moved on to other guys who were more open to their advances.
The barracks they had us in were reasonably comfortable, but not what we were used to. First, they had the old style community bathroom. Next, there was a wonderful dayroom with a bar, pool tables and a fireplace (never see that in a U.S. barracks!). The other thing I noticed was the security of our rooms was pretty shabby. Bypassing the latch was so easy, it was pathetic. When I asked about it, I was told there was no need for locks because theft was nearly unheard of. If there was anything taken, the investigation was swift and punishment severe.
After we got settled, we all met in the dayroom for the normal “this is what we’re here for” speech by the detachment commander. When the speech was done, the bar was opened and we had a mixer. I started a beautiful fire in the fireplace after a couple guys made a pathetic attempt to do it. Within a half hour, there were several couples laying on the carpet or on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
“Nothing more romantic than a fire in the fireplace,” I commented as I put more wood on the fire.
“You can light my fire anytime.”
I blushed as I turned around to see Denise, one of the women I knew to be married, looking right at me. Her blouse was unbuttoned far enough I could see her black lace bra and what was filling it. I instantly started getting an erection, so I excused myself before it really became obvious and went to my room.
The next morning it was obvious many of the couples spent the night together. The guys started trading stories as soon as they got in the showers and continued through the day as we launched and recovered our missions. That evening I was called upon to light the fire and keep it going. People paired up again, though not with whoever they were with the night before. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders as I knelt in front of the fire adding more wood. I turned to see Claire kneeling down behind me.
“Want a massage?”
“That would be great.”
“Let’s go to my room.”
I sighed. Another married woman…“No thanks. A shoulder rub here would be just fine.”
“What? Am I not good enough for you?”
“I don’t fool around with married women,” I said.
She went off in a huff, but didn’t say anything else to me. I saw her later as she led a guy from the engine shop into her room. The next day I caught a few bits and pieces of him comparing notes with a few of the other guys. I thought I heard something about “cuffs,” but I had no idea what he meant and didn’t want to ask for fear of sounding naive.
By the end of the first week, I had turned down offers from at least six different women. Not that I wasn’t tempted… Cindy was drop dead gorgeous. On Saturday night, I was cornered by Denise, Claire and Cindy. Each had made a play for me more than once and they wanted to know why I kept turning them down.
“I told you, I don’t fool around with married women.”
“What goes on TDY, stays TDY. Haven’t you ever heard that before?” Denise practially spit the words at me, standing there with her hands on her hips. She was obviously pretty pissed off. Then I said the words I would live to regret.
“Guess I have more respect for your wedding vows than you do.”
Denise was livid. She was opening and closing her fists as they all turned away. I saw the opening and got out of the trap. I stoked up the fire one last time, then headed for my room. I read for about an hour, figured they’d found others to have sex with, then I went to sleep.
Several things happened at once as I woke up and knew in seconds I was in trouble. The light over the sink came on as Claire toggle the switch. Denise and Cindy yanked back the blankets and pinned my arms down before I could react. As I started to push with my legs, Claire walked over and sat on them. I was well and truely pinned down.
They adjusted their places to keep my arms and legs pinned while Claire pulled up her sweatshirt to reveal a beautiful pair off breasts with puffy nipples.
“You know you could’ve had these any time you wanted,” she said as she lowered it to my mouth. “Now you’ll do what we tell you. Suck it.”
I licked the nipple, then put my lips on it. I sucked it into my mouth. Something must have warned her, because she pulled back just as I bit down hard. I wound up just getting the tip of her nipple, but that was enough. She yelped, pulled back, then uncorked a vicious slap across my face. A hand dived between my legs and grabbed my balls hard.
“If we didn’t want to have some fun with you, I’d smash your balls right here and now. Girls, hold him. I’m gonna get the toybox.” I heard the door as Claire walked out.
Denise leaned down and started licking one of my nipples. I’d never felt that before and it felt GOOD. A hand started caressing my dick and it started responding. Pain lanced through me as lips turned to teeth and Denise bit down on my stimulated nipple. Cindy pushed a pillow over my face as I let out a cry of pain.
Denise told Claire what she had done as Claire opened the toybox and started bringing out the toys. I could hear things, but couldn’t see with the pillow in place.
“Guess we’ll just have to show him who’s in charge.”
I felt something on my wrist and heard it click. Handcuffs! They pulled that arm across to the other side of the bed, me struggling all the way. A hard pinch to my already injured nipple told me the price I’d have to pay. Three on one was just too much though. I heard the cuff lock as my arm was pulled to the bedpost. I was half rolled over then and they got me on my stomach, then cuffed the other hand to the other bedpost. My underwear was pulled off, then my legs forced apart.
“You really gonna use that on him?” asked Cindy.
“Better believe it,” replied Claire. “He’s gotta know we’re in charge here. Get the pillow and be ready if he screams again.
I felt something poking around my butt, then settle on my asshole. It felt goopy, but I had no idea what was happening. These were women, right? Hands were placed on both my hips and I felt pressure against my ass. I clinched my muscles as hard as I could.
“It’s easier if you relax,” Cindy whispered in my ear. “Otherwise it’s really gonna hurt.”
Defiant to the last, I said, “Up yours, Claire.”
She laughed, and as she lunged forward said, “No, up YOURS!”
She lunged with her whole body and pushed as hard as she could with her hips, smashing past my defenses. She was wearing a strap-on dildo and buried it to the hilt in my ass as I screamed and Cindy held the pillow over my face.
She stayed there, all the way in and held still a few moments. Cindy pulled back the pillow and Claire laid on down top of me. “Be glad I lubed it up good or you’d really hurt,” she said straight into my ear. Then she took the earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it. As she sucked, she moved her hips and started pulling the dildo out. Then she sank her teeth into my earlobe and rammed her hips forward, pushing the dildo deep inside again. The pillow was up to my face again as I expressed my pain once again.
I quieted down, barely able to breathe. The pillow was removed when I agreed to be silent. I turned my head as far as I could and saw a now naked Cindy sucking on one of Claire’s nipples as Claire straddled me and continued to fuck my ass. I could hear kissing and figured Denise was doing the same to the other side. Claire pushed harder and faster as she rubbed her clit against the other end of the dildo and came to orgasm. She laid down on top of me again and whispered in my ear.
“Now you know what it’s like when you fuck your girlfriend in the ass.”
“Never done it,” I managed to say.
“Yea, right.”
“Never fucked a girl, period.” I continued.
“You’re a virgin?” came the surprised reply.
I weakly nodded.
I heard the click of a set of cuffs and felt my arm pulled as they rolled me on my back, then cuffed me to the posts again. My dick was semi-hard. Cindy started caressing it.
“See, I told you he’s got a thick one…and not long enough to hit bottom. I’m gonna have fun with this! Here, help me out.”
She gently caressed my balls, then licked my dick. Denise started licking one of my nipples and caressing the other. My groin responded and soon Cindy was sucking on my erection.
“I suppose you’ve never had a blowjob either?” Claire asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
I shook my head no.
“Ever eat pussy?”
Again I shook my head.
Claire climbed on the bed and straddled my head. I looked up as she lowered her wet pussy onto my face. I licked at it, not really sure what I was supposed to do. She got up a little and pointed out where I was supposed to use my tongue. Then she settled back down on my face and gave her attention to Denise and Cindy. I soon felt my erection being held up, then something wet and warm covered it. Then it started to move slowly up and down. Cindy was riding me!
The thrill of that was getting to me when I realized I was having a lot of trouble breathing. Claire had moved to where my mouth was covering her clit, but that put my nose right in her dripping vagina. She was moving her hips around, mashing her clit on my chin, mouth and tongue, apparently enjoying the ride.
I felt the surge, then came in Cindy as she rode. I was near panic within seconds after because I could not breathe at all. I struggled against the cuffs and the weight of the women trying to get air, but didn’t make it.
I blacked out.
When I came to a few minutes later, Denise was right there holding a now uncuffed hand and caressing my forehead. A washcloth appeared and she cleaned off my face and she said through tears, “We thought we’d suffocated you. (sniff) It wasn’t supposed to go like this. (sniff, sniff). We were just going to make you have sex with each of us.”
Claire was already in her sweatsuit with her toybox in-hand and was headed for the door. She turned to Denise, “Remember, if he goes to security, you go down too.”
When I called security the next morning, the desk sergeant just laughed and said, “Three women want to have sex with you and you turned them down? Shit! Next time lay back and enjoy it!”
I slammed down the receiver knowing they would never be punished for what they did to me, February 1982, on a NATO air base.