She Set the Rules and We Only Obeyed

We had been at the mountain station for almost four months, the four of us, without going down to the village except to refuel the generator. We repaired the repeater antennas that broadcast a signal across half the province, and between storms the time stretched out like chewing gum. Four men, a sheet-metal cabin, a horizon of rock, and nothing else. Four months without a woman around. Four months pretending to be tough so we wouldn’t admit what we were missing, months jerking off in the bunk, each of us with a pillow over our face so we wouldn’t hear the one next to us doing the same.

That morning, when the fog was beginning to lift from the valley, we saw her coming up the path with a basket on her arm.

—Good morning, boys —she said, and her voice reached us before her face did—. Can you make room for some homemade bread?

Her name was Soledad. We found that out later, because at first none of us could manage anything coherent. She wore a long skirt to her ankles, a scarf around her neck, and her hair tied back in a thick braid that fell down her back. She had a solid body, the kind that doesn’t hide no matter how many layers of clothing you put on. And she looked at us like someone who already knew the effect she had.

—How much for the bread? —Tobías, the youngest of the four, asked, pretending to be interested in the basket.

—The bread’s cheap —she replied, and let the question hang a second too long—. The rest depends.

We looked at one another. Damián let out a nervous laugh. I felt the heat climbing up my neck, and lower too, my cock pushing against my pants before I had even said anything concrete.

—Depends on what? —I ventured to ask.

Soledad set the basket down on the ground without hurry and walked until she was standing in front of me. She smelled of firewood and something sweet. She rose onto her tiptoes, brought her mouth close to my ear, and lowered her voice.

—How much you want to play —she whispered—. And whether you know how to lose.

The morning air grew dense. Nobody said a word. She stepped back, glanced at the cabin behind us, and spoke again, this time out loud, like someone announcing a decision already made.

—Let’s go inside. But on one condition.

—Which is? —Damián asked.

—I set the rules. You follow them. Anyone does something I didn’t ask for, the game’s over and I leave with what I brought and whatever you paid me. Deal?

—Deal —we answered almost in chorus, and as we did I understood that we had already lost the first hand without realizing it.

—One more thing —she added, stopping at the threshold—. Nobody cums without my permission. The first one who jumps the gun, who comes in his hand before I say so, sits in the chair and watches the other three keep fucking me. Understood?

We nodded, our mouths dry. The four of us went in behind her. Soledad closed the sheet-metal door and the sound of the latch rang louder than it should have.

***

—Get your clothes off —she said, with no preamble—. All of them. And slowly, we’ve got time.

We obeyed. There were no jokes, no nudges. Each of us left his clothes on the bunks while she watched us, arms crossed, leaning against the map table. In less than a minute the four of us were standing in a line, naked and exposed under the single lamp hanging from the ceiling. Four hard cocks, taut, pointing forward as if answering a military inspection. Four months without touching a woman had them like that, swollen with veins, the tips already wet.

Soledad studied us, one by one, taking her time with every body. She bit her lip. She伸 out a finger and barely touched the head of Tobías’s cock, and the boy jerked as if she had burned him.

—Oof, this one’s about to go already —she laughed—. We’re going to have to teach you to hold out.

She inspected us with the backs of her fingers, barely brushing each cock as if she were feeling fruit at the market. Mine she weighed in her palm, lifted for a second, let fall against my belly.

—Not bad —she concluded—. Let’s see if you know how to use what you’ve got.

Then she began. She untied the scarf and let it fall. She loosened the braid and her hair spilled over her shoulders. She unfastened her blouse button by button, unhurried, enjoying the way we followed every movement of her fingers. When the fabric opened, a simple white bra appeared, and beneath it two big breasts that jiggled every time she breathed. She slipped her skirt down with a swivel of her hips and was left in panties and bra, white skin against the cabin’s dimness.

—You —she said to Tobías, nodding with her chin—. What’s missing, you take off with your mouth. No hands. Keep your hands behind your back and don’t move them.

The boy knelt in front of her, clumsy, and started pulling at the fabric of the bra with his teeth until one strap fell and one breast spilled onto his face. Tobías stayed there for a few seconds with the nipple brushing his lips, not knowing if he could suck it, and she grabbed his hair and pressed him against her skin.

—Suck. I didn’t give you permission to think.

The boy obeyed and she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she brushed him away with her hand and pointed to her panties. Tobías bit the elastic and slowly started pulling them down, sliding them over her thighs until the last garment fell to the concrete floor. Soledad stood completely naked, in the middle of that freezing cabin, and yet she was the one who was hot, the one in control, the one making the decisions. She had one of those bodies that stay with you: a defined waist, big firm tits with dark erect nipples, and between her legs a shaved pussy, swollen, shiny, already wet all the way to the root of her thigh.

—Do you like what you see? —she asked, spreading her legs just a little and lowering two fingers to open the lips of her cunt in front of us.

—Yes —we answered.

—Yes, what?

It took us a second to understand.

—Yes, ma’am —Damián corrected, and she smiled like a satisfied teacher.

She sat on the edge of the map table, planted her heels on the rim, and spread her legs all the way. Her cunt ended up at the height of our faces, open, soaked, the skin inside pink and a bright thread running down to her asshole.

—Whoever wants to start, come here —she said—. With your tongue. No fingers yet. And slowly, the one who rushes loses his turn.

***

Tobías was first again. He knelt and she grabbed his hair with one hand, guiding him, setting the pace she wanted.

—Slow —she ordered—. Go over me first, all of me. From bottom to top. Pass over the ass, go up the lips, end on the clit, and stay there when I tell you. Not before.

The boy obeyed with a devotion that was both tender and envy-inducing. He ran his tongue, flat and full, over her whole slit, from the ass to the top, once, twice, three times. Soledad leaned her head back and let out a long sigh, more controlled than uncontrolled, as if she were measuring each reaction in her own body. On the fourth pass she dug her fingers into the nape of his neck and pressed his mouth against her clit.

—There. Suck it. Like it’s a candy, but gentle.

Tobías closed his lips around the little button and started sucking it while she panted and moved his head in tiny circles.

—Is it tasty? —she asked him.

—Yes, ma’am —he answered against her skin, not stopping licking.

—That’s what I wanted to hear. Swallow what’s dripping out of me. All of it.

She pulled him away when she wanted to, not when he would have wanted to, and gestured for Damián to take his place. Damián was more experienced, and she noticed it right away. She buried his tongue inside her, pulled it out, shoved it back in, fucked herself with his mouth, and then climbed to her clit and started flicking it fast with the tip while she slid two fingers in and curled them against that spot inside. Soledad pressed her thighs against his face, drove her heels into his back, and for the first time her voice cracked a little.

—This one —she gasped— really knows what he’s doing. That son of a bitch knows it. Stay there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t st—

She bit her fist and Damián kept going, stubborn, sucking and pumping his fingers until she arched over the map table and came with a long moan, pressing his head against her cunt until he nearly drowned. Her whole body trembled, her tits bouncing up and down, and she sprayed into his mouth. Damián drank it down without letting go. When she finally relaxed her legs, he pulled away with his face soaked, his chin shining, and smiled like someone who had just passed an exam.

Meanwhile, the third one, Ezequiel, she ordered to stand behind her, kiss her neck and shoulders, and not even think about lowering his hands without permission. And she saved me for last, like someone keeping something on purpose.

—You —she said, pointing at me—. Come here. Up here.

I went closer. She grabbed me by the nape and brought me to her breasts.

—With your mouth —she said—. Both tits. No rush. And you look at me while you do it.

I buried my face between her breasts, hot and firm, and started sucking them as she had asked, never taking my eyes off hers. I licked her right nipple, bit it carefully, held it between my teeth and pulled toward me until she jerked, then moved to the other one. Every time I closed my lips around a nipple, she squeezed Damián’s head between her thighs as he kept licking her slowly below, and let out a deep sound. With her free hand she reached for my cock, took it, squeezed it in her fist, and started sliding my skin up and down, unhurried, testing my endurance.

—You’re coming in hungry, huh? —she whispered—. You’re rock hard. Take it.

We were four grown men, hardened by months of isolation and hard work, and all four of us were at the service of a single woman who hadn’t even raised her voice.

Soledad rotated us with a watchmaker’s patience. She’d send one up to suck her tits, another down to eat her pussy, another she’d leave standing with his cock in his hand, simply watching, punished for some rush she had spotted before we had. The one who breathed too fast got an order to stop and take his hand off his cock. The one who stayed still got an order to keep going. At one point she grabbed Tobías by the jaw, pried his mouth open with her fingers, and spat into it, telling him to swallow, and the boy swallowed.

The whole cabin smelled of sweat, impending cum, and wet pussy.

—Enough —she said at last, straightening up—. You’ve got me the way I wanted. Now it’s your turn to prove yourselves.

***

She climbed down from the table and made us line up again, in front of her. She walked slowly, inspecting us like an officer reviewing his troops. One by one she took our cocks in her hand, weighing them, squeezing them in her fist, sliding back our foreskin.

—Look at you all —she said with a half smile—. All hard, all dripping from the tip, all waiting. Four stiff cocks and not one of you dares move. I love it.

She knelt in front of us and started attending to us one by one, not for long, just enough to leave us on the edge and then let us go, abandon us at that exact point where you’d do anything just to make her not stop. She took Tobías all the way in, to the throat, and gave him two, three quick pumps until the boy groaned that he couldn’t take any more. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a smack and gave him two light slaps on the face with his wet shaft.

—Hold it together, little soldier. Not yet.

She moved to Damián. With one hand she held the base and sucked the head with her lips, pressing it, twisting it, while with the other hand she fondled his balls. To Ezequiel she gave a slow blowjob, looking up at him with bright eyes, her tongue peeking under the frenulum. When she reached me, she opened her mouth, rested her tongue underneath, and let my cock fall onto it so I could see for myself how it sank into her mouth. Then she closed her lips and started bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks, until I felt everything about to come. She pulled away at that exact moment, the fucking bitch, and blew cold air onto my wet tip. I nearly fell to my knees.

It was torture measured to the millimeter. When she noticed one of us was too close, she’d stop and move on to the next, and the poor bastard would be left trembling, biting his lip so as not to break the rule, his cock throbbing in the air with a thick drop hanging from the tip.

—Remember —she warned us from below, her mouth full of saliva and pre-cum—. Nobody cums unless I say so. The one who jumps the gun, to the chair. And I’ll leave him watching while the others fill me up.

Then she stood, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and went back to the table. She turned around, planted her palms on the maps, arched her back, and pushed her ass out. Her cunt stayed open, dripping, and above it her asshole was tight, brown, gleaming in the lamp light.

—Now yes. One at a time. Fast when I say fast, slow when I say slow. You start —she ordered me.

I was first. I came up from behind, grabbed one hip with a hand, and guided the tip to her pussy with the other. I rubbed it a little between her wet lips, soaking it, and then pushed. It sank all the way in with one thrust and she let out a rough moan. She was tight as hell, hot, dripping; she wrapped around me like a wet fist. I grabbed both hips and started moving, slowly at first, but she set a harder rhythm with her own body, pushing back against me.

—Like that —she murmured—. Hard, but don’t come yet. Take me all the way in. Beat my ass with your balls. That’s it, like that. You don’t decide when. I do.

I fucked her exactly as she asked, patting one cheek and watching her ass bounce with each thrust, watching a white line of foam form at the base of my cock, watching her cunt open and close around me. I grabbed her half-done braid and pulled. She arched her neck farther and moaned louder. When she sensed I couldn’t hold out any longer, she pushed me away with her open palm on my chest, tearing me out of her in one sharp pull, and I stood there trembling with my cock in the air, shining with her juices.

—Out. Now. Good job —she said, and those two words gave me a ridiculous, absurd pride I hadn’t expected.

The second was Tobías, and it lasted almost no time at all. He got in behind her, held her waist badly, gave five or six uncoordinated thrusts, and she already saw the disaster coming. She sank her nails into his forearm, yanked him out in one sudden motion, and squeezed the base with her thumb and forefinger, cutting off his orgasm cold. The boy let out a groan of pure pain and frustration. She let out a low laugh, not mean.

—Next time hold out longer, little soldier. Go stand in the corner. Watch.

Tobías obeyed, sat in the wooden chair in the corner, and stayed there with his cock hard and red, watching us continue.

She put Ezequiel with his back to her, I mean, she put herself with her back against his chest: she made him sit on the long bench, climbed onto him facing forward, and lowered herself onto his cock in a squat. She started moving herself, up and down, bracing on his knees, and grabbed his hands and brought them to her tits.

—Squeeze me. Hard. Like you want to leave a mark.

Ezequiel squeezed, took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them a little, and she let out a guttural moan while still riding him from above. Then she reached a hand back, took his wrist, and guided it to her asshole.

—The finger. In. Slowly.

Ezequiel wet his finger with saliva and started pushing it in while she kept rising and falling on his cock. Double stimulation. His eyes rolled white. He grabbed her free hand and bit it to keep from shouting.

—Do you feel who’s in charge here? —she asked over her shoulder, almost out of breath.

—You, Soledad.

—You should say ma’am —she corrected, pressing herself against him—. And yes. You’re mine this morning. Each and every one of you. Is that clear?

—Yes, ma’am —he answered, and obeyed until she yanked herself off him with a sharp motion just before the poor bastard blew.

The last was Damián, the experienced one, and she allowed him a little more, almost as a reward for earlier. She made him lie on his back on the wooden floorboards and sat on him, looking him in the face. She rode him slowly, rolling her hips, letting her tits hang over his mouth so he could stick out his tongue and reach them without using his hands. Then she bent down, placed her palms on his chest, and sped up, her thighs trembling, until she was on the verge of coming again. When she saw him lost, face red, teeth clenched, she stood up without warning and he was left beneath her, his cock marked with her wetness, throbbing in the air. Even him she stopped with a single word just when he thought he had permission. None of the four broke the rule. None dared.

—Good —she said at last, panting, her voice hoarse—. You earned the permission. Come here.

She sat on the edge of the table, leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs, and held her tits with both hands, squeezing them together, offering her cleavage and her cunt at the same time.

—All three of you —she ordered Damián, Ezequiel, and me—. Here, around me. Beat off all over my face and tits. All of it outside, I want to see it. And you, little soldier —she said to Tobías from the chair—, you keep jerking off too, but you don’t come until I tell you. You’re still being punished.

The three of us went over, surrounded her, each with his cock in a fist, moving fast, aiming at her. She looked at us from below, biting her lip, sticking out her tongue, and sometimes she’d take one tip into her mouth for a second, suck it, let it go, and move on to the next. I was the first to blow. A thick white rope shot out and landed on her cheek and hung from her chin, and she burst out laughing with pleasure and stuck out her tongue to catch the rest. Damián came over her tits, long strings sliding between her breasts. Ezequiel aimed for her mouth and she opened it, kept it open, and when he finished she ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed what had landed inside.

Then she looked at Tobías, who was killing himself in the chair, cheeks red and eyes watery.

—Your turn now, little soldier. Come here. Come on these two’s tits so I can clean you up myself.

Tobías ran over, in two steps he was in front of her, and with three more tugs he came with a broken moan, dripping over her nipples and the mixed cum of the other three. She ran her fingers over her skin, collected it, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one.

***

When she was done with all of us, Soledad stayed sitting on the edge of the table, flushed, breathing hard, her face and chest shining, and a smile of satisfaction that had nothing to do with what her body had received and everything to do with what she had achieved. She had had all four of us in the palm of her hand, and she knew it.

—Was that all? —she asked, arching an eyebrow—. Four men locked up for months and you run out of breath that fast. You disappoint me a little.

None of us knew what to answer. The four of us were scattered around the cabin floor, exhausted, silent, our cocks going soft and our thighs stained, looking at her like pups.

—Next time —she said while wiping semen from her chest with the scarf and getting dressed with the same calm with which she had undressed— bring more stamina. And more money.

She tied her braid back, adjusted her scarf, and looked at us one by one, collecting payment with her eyes before her hands.

—I’ll take the service out of whatever you’ve got in your wallet —she announced—. All of it.

We emptied our pockets without a word. She counted the bills with quick fingers, tucked them under the bread in the basket, and hooked the basket to her arm.

—Pleasure doing business —she said.

Before opening the door she came over to me, took my face in one hand, and gave me a slow kiss, unlike everything else, almost affectionate. She still had the taste of my own cum on her tongue, and she ran it shamelessly over my mouth.

—You’re my favorite —she whispered—. Next time I’ll save you the bread fresh out of the oven. And something else fresh out too.

She left the cabin without looking back, going down the path at an easy pace, her braid swaying and the basket full. The four of us stayed seated on the concrete, staring at our empty wallets on the map table.

—Would you pay again? —Tobías asked after a while, his voice rough.

We looked at each other. No vote was needed.

—Without thinking —I said.

And the other three nodded, smiling, while outside the fog finished lifting over the mountain.