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Previously on What Lana Taught Me: Rick, in the spirit of sharing every 
aspect of his sex life with his upstairs neighbors Army sergeant Bart and 
sexy BBW Lana, took them to the peepshow to watch his seemingly demure 
girlfriend Cindy get her freak on at the local peepshow.  That leads to 
another chance at exhibition which will change their world forever...

WHAT LANA TAUGHT ME part 8
by Joris K. Huysmans

After that night's show I figured Cindy's virgin act was just that, an act, 
but as we all talked about it after dinner it seemed like it was for real, 
or else she was just really, really good at putting on the act.  There were 
two personalities, Cindy on stage and Cindy off, although Lana was starting 
to make a dent in the latter by coming on to her shamelessly, which Cindy 
seemed to be responding to, in her shy way.  Great, Lana was going to fuck 
my girlfriend before I ever got to.  I hoped at least I would get a front 
row seat.

I thought maybe she'd come home with us, but she wanted me to take her home, 
and I got only some brief, timid kisses as she said goodbye.  So it was a 
bit of a surprise when Lana told me that the four of us were going on Friday 
night to a platoon party.  Oh, and she and Cindy were going to perform.

"No fucking way!" I shouted at Bart.  "I don't want my girlfriend performing 
for a bunch of horny Army guys.  Especially a big lesbo show-- is that what 
you meant about `Don't Ask Don't Tell' not mattering?  They leave you alone 
as long as your wife eats pussy in front of them?  So what am I supposed to 
do during all this?  How many dicks am I supposed to suck, and am I supposed 
to salute them first--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't get your panties in a twist," Bart said.  "There is 
so much more to this than you even comprehend, so just slow down a minute.  
One, my unit has a well-deserved reputation for openness in sexual 
matters--"

"Yeah, I'll bet your unit does," I grumbled.

"--not all of which I am at liberty to share with you at this time.  Second, 
Cindy is a free adult, and she seems to be particularly excited about 
putting on this lesbo show with my wife, so as you've been sampling the 
forbidden fruit pretty heavily over the last couple of months, maybe you 
could drop the jealous boyfriend act when you're not even dipping your wick 
yet, and go with the flow."

*  *  *

Well, I wasn't happy about it, but I had to admit it would be pretty 
hypocritical of me to object to anything at this point.  So there we found 
ourselves at the rec center on Friday night, surrounded by about two dozen 
lean and muscular Army guys and gals, cheering and whooping as Cindy and 
Lana came out on stage in flimsy negligees to the tune of "Baby's Got Back."

Lana sat down in a chair, her legs spread, her ample bosom thrust up and 
out.  Cindy started doing a dance around her, putting her heel up on the 
chair and letting Lana (but not the audience) gaze right into her crotch, 
then coming up behind her and grabbing two meaty handfuls of tit as she 
shimmied down Lana's back.

Then she stood up on the chair, her pussy right in Lana's face.  She slid 
down, interlocking her slender legs around Lana's broad hips, and the two of 
them kissed, slowly and passionately, while rocking up and down, to the 
whoops and hollers of the crowd.  I noticed that the female soldiers seemed 
to be just as worked up as the men.

Now Lana stood up and Cindy sat in the chair.  Lana pulled her fat, floppy 
tits out of her top and put one on either side of Cindy's head, squeezing 
her between them.  Cindy turned to take one of Lana's thick nipples in her 
mouth and sucked on it, grabbing Lana's broad ass as she did.  Lana led her 
by hand out of the chair and onto her knees on the floor.  Then she sat down 
again and spread her legs open.  Cindy began kissing her way up her legs 
and, oh goddamit, she was going to do it.  She was going to eat her pussy.  
Well, that settled it.  I had to adjust to the idea that the reason she 
didn't want to have sex with me was because she liked girls, and more than I 
liked sucking the occasional cock.  Lana spread her lips open with her 
fingers and Cindy moved in to touch her tongue to them--

Suddenly the music stopped and the fluorescent lights started coming on in 
sequence, one bank after another, each one clanking and buzzing as it 
sputtered to life.  The whole room seemed to go on alert-- shit, was it a 
raid?  A nuclear attack?  Terrorism?  A captain strode to the stage and 
picked up a microphone and immediately began giving orders.  "First TSMC, 
report to barracks and prepare for immediate deployment, re-peat, prepare 
for immediate deployment."  The whole audience, except for Bart and myself, 
stood up and within seconds had cleared the hall.

The captain looked at Lana and Cindy, then out at me.  "If our guests and 
Sergeant Parsons could come with me to my office" were his words, but it 
wasn't a request, it was an order.

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