"Take your panties off right now," ordered her Father's well-hung friend. "Does your pussy ever get juicy? Do you get your fingers all sticky at night? Is it juicy right now, Renee?" he asked. As she slipped her panties off, he unzipped his pants, releasing a large, stiff dick. He made her walk, bend, sit, squat, lie down on the floor and spread her limbs while he just stood there tugging at his cock. "That's enough, I want to fuck you right now," he said suddenly. To her horror his cock stood up like a flagpole. Towering over her, big, black and powerful, his hands held her arms-she was pinned to the bed. He aimed his massive cock at her tight pussy and plunged into her. Her parents appeared at the door and quietly entered the room. Her Mother got down next to her and spread her own legs very wide. Her Father began to dildo-fuck her Mother with long, steady strokes.
"Yes," hissed her Mother, "Deeper, drive that big thing deep into me! Oh Renee, let's come together, Oh God, we're both having our pussies stuffed at the same time!!!"
CHAPTER ONE
It happened again. The sounds from the nest room were very faint at first, just barely audible mewling and moaning, joined by the muted creak of bedsprings and hard breathing. Daddy was back in the saddle! I knew this was going to happen. Quickly I slipped out of my bed and took the stethoscope Max had given me from the drawer. I pressed it against the wall and listened closely. "Oooooohhh Frank, it's so hard!" I heard my mother groan. She sounded helpless with pleasure, and the very tone of her voice made my belly contract. "Yes Frank-oh dear me yes, that's very nice, aaaaahhhhh deeper!" My mother enjoyed sex in a very verbal way, I thought. Daddy never said a word, he merely grunted and panted. She provided the running commentary: "To the left-that's the way! Oh God, I love it when you come in that way! Yes darling, go ahead-a little longer now and then I want you to pull out and put it in my mouth. I want to suck your big cock. I want to swallow you whole!"
It couldn't be a coincidence. Each time my friends visited. Daddy screwed Ma, and he did it long and hard. For the rest of the time the adjoining bedroom was quiet. Now it was shaking from the powerful thrusts. I pulled a chair over and stood on it to get at the ventilator built high into the dividing wall. Slats allowed me to peer through into the next room, but not much more. I could make out flesh tones and I could hear them very plainly now, but there was nothing specific. In the past I had left it at that, but for some reason I was driven to see more this time around.
I jumped down and fetched a screwdriver from the toolbox in the bathroom. My hands trembled as I worked at the screws on the ventilator plate. They were clogged and stuck due to several layers of paint. The sounds of passion were rising to a crescendo. Quickly, quickly! One screw came undone, a second! The third gave me trouble but finally it gave up, too. The fourth refused to budge so I wrenched the plate to one side and got at the slats. They creaked as I pushed them apart, but by this time my parents were so far gone I could have burst through the wall without them noticing.
At last! I saw my father naked, on top of my mother, who had her nightie pushed up over her tits and looked as though she was about to expire. Her face was flushed and sweaty, as was his, and her hands clawed at his back as he labored to drive his penis deep in between her legs. I felt dizzy, and instinctively I clutched at my own pussy as if to calm it. "Oh Frank!" cried my mother, muffling herself in the hollow of his neck as her limbs wrapped themselves about his body. "Oh Jesus, that feels fine! Harder now, deeper, God you're hard as a rock! Yes, yes, I'm coming all over the place! WoooooohhhhAHAhAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!" She couldn't hold it in anymore; a scream erupted and it pushed her head back so that it could come out unhampered.
"Keep quiet!" hissed my father, stroking, stroking, driving his big cock into my mother's body. He had his hands under her ass and supported himself by leaning into the pillows, and his cheeks flexed like two powerful muscles with every thrust I felt very strange indeed. My pussy was wet, and the hand that clutched at it caught each drop that oozed out from between my labia. But I hadn't seen anything yet. Suddenly he pulled out and his cock reared up in the air as shiny as an oiled piston, thick, throbbing, with low balls dangling down, and right away my mother's mouth flew open and she shifted down between his straddling thighs to clamp her lips about his knob. The shock nearly threw me off the chair but I hung on grimly and squeezed my pussy till it dripped like an over-saturated sponge. My mother seemed to be having trouble accommodating him. Her mouth was stretched to the utmost and she breathed in noisily through her nose. But more of his cock slipped into her face, inch by inch, and as it disappeared my father's face grew more flushed. His eyes were half-closed and his fingers dug into the flesh of Ma's arms as if he was in some sort of agony, and when she managed to take all of his enormous tool down her throat he let his head hang back and he lowed like a bull!
My knees were trembling so badly that the chair rocked from side to side. I had never seen anything like this. The sounds had made me imagine certain kinds of behavior but my imagination was tame compared with reality! Why would my mother take Dad's tool into her mouth? Her hips were still undulating passionately and if her cunt felt anything like mine she would certainly want him back in there. I felt a burning emptiness down in my belly, a fiery vacuum, and whenever Daddy's dick slid back out of my mother's face I knew it would take that king-size cock to put the fires out. It was all so confusing. In a way his dick frightened me because it looked as if it would open me as a can opener rips open a can. And yet, on a level below consciousness, I desired that hunk of meat more than anything in the world!
"Now get on top of me," said Dad as he withdrew his shiny weapon from her mouth and rolled over on his back. Ma was beaming. She couldn't wait to squat over his cock. Her hand reached down and held his dick up straight so that her pussy could sink down over it, and when it did the relief expressed itself in a heartfelt sigh and a whimper of ecstasy. I felt it, I swear I did! For a moment my cunt went still and it was cool inside, it felt fulfilled, and I thought the worst was over. But no, as soon as Ma began to bob up and down over his dick the fires burst out again hotter than before. I was going crazy with frustration. It was hard to breathe and harder to stay upright; all I could do was hang on to my cunt with one hand and to the chair with the other.
Ma ended up lying flush on top of Dad, her big soft buttocks wriggling as she worked her cunt up and down his dick, and she climaxed with sharp shocks that coursed through her body and eventually drained her. That's when Dad rolled them both over and plowed into her for the finale. It was difficult to keep my eyes focused. Sweat poured out of my body. I felt wobbly and queer, and I was rubbing my pussy in time with his salvo of deep thrusts. Rubbing my cunt, I found, was peculiarly enjoyable. I started to do it more consciously and found that tiny storms of tingles ran out into my body from within my pussy, breaking loose and spreading until my whole belly was alive. It felt as though someone had injected live Alka-Seltzer under my skin-it tickled and burned and felt delicious. Daddy came with a loud grunt and my mother squealed, but I was no longer interested. I had discovered a new game.
The ventilator panel could wait. For the moment I cared for nothing but my new game. Gingerly I got off the chair and tottered over to the bed where I made myself comfortable and continued to rub my pussy. Delicious! One spot in particular responded to this treatment, a hard little knob in which all the pleasure nerves seemed to be concentrated. But it was a sensitive little thing. I soon found that I couldn't rub it too hard for too long or it would get sore. But not for long. It was a forgiving little thing, too. One finger was enough. I pressed it in between my cunt lips, which seemed much fuller than usual, and rotated it over the knob gently, stopping only to wet it now and then from the plentiful supply of juice trickling out of my pussy. Inadvertently one of my hands brushed along one of my breasts and the nipple stood up and twanged like an antenna. I touched it some more and found it was just as sensitive as the nipple in my pussy!
The tingling sensation spread throughout my belly, my ass, down the insides of my thighs and had gone up all the way to my breasts, when I began to panic. This couldn't be right. It felt too good, it was bound to damage me and then my parents would know what I had been doing! Oh, but it was so nice! I twisted and turned in frustration as I tried to make myself stop it. Surely it wouldn't do any real damage, nothing permanent! But how was I to know for sure? With a real effort I wrenched my arms away from my body and clung to the sides of the bed. My chest heaved and I was trembling but eventually the pleasure subsided and I was left with a faint nagging that I could ignore.
The first thing I did was replace the ventilation cover. I could see my parents walk into my room and notice my spy hole. They'd kill me! But before I put the screws in I took one last look. They were still naked, smoking quietly, the bedclothes were on the floor, and they looked very pleased with themselves. But then a third person entered the picture. It was Evert! I couldn't believe my eyes. Didn't my mother care that he was seeing her in the nude? Evert carried a tray with coffee and a snack, which he set down next to the bed. He picked the bedclothes off the floor and made the bed with my parents in it, but he turned down the covers so that their genitals were exposed to his view again. I couldn't understand what was happening, He left the room but soon came back with Ma's "device.'' She hadn't told me what it was for, but the hot water bottle with the long hose often hung in the bathroom as if to dry. Evert hung the rubber bottle on a hook high on the wall, clipped the nozzle to its side so that the contents wouldn't run out, and fetched a large pan. When Ma lifted up for him he pushed the pan under her ass, took the nozzle in one hand and pinched the hose shut with the other, and bent over to insert the nozzle into her cunt.
"Thank you, Evert, that's very good," said Ma, as if he had just refilled the marmalade container. Fluid dripped out of her cunt now and Evert squeezed the bag occasionally to put more pressure on her. Dad, in the meantime, poured himself a cup of coffee and sipped at it absently. I couldn't watch any longer. My trembling fingers managed to get the screws back into place and I went back to bed hoping that sleep would claim me immediately. No such luck. My body felt as though it had been given an electric shock. It couldn't settle down. Just the thought of Evert inserting that nozzle with his strong black fingers, bending over my mother's nude loins, and Daddy sitting by and doing nothing ... well, it affected me deeply, even if I didn't know which way. Evert and I were good friends but he had never been indiscrete with me, nor had he ever entered the bathroom or my room when I was in a state of undress. I had seen him taking a leak one time but that scene had been erased from my memory.
Or had it? I tried to dive into sleep to avoid the vivid picture of his thick black cock, the strong stream of piss coming out of it, and the impression his cock made on my whole body. There was so much else to think about! Why did I have to bother with Daddy's batman? But how could they let Evert into their bedroom like that? I couldn't understand it.
When it became clear that I wouldn't be able to get to sleep I got up and went downstairs for a snack. It was a warm evening so I had on only my nightie, a short, flimsy little thing that I'd had for years but hadn't grown with me. Daddy often teased me about it, saying that it covered less than it revealed. Ma, on the other hand, had suggested that since I was sixteen I should concern myself with modesty. "You've got things to hide now, my dear," she had said, "and those things seem to be getting bigger every day," But I liked my old nightie and nothing could make me part with it.
Still, when I found Evert sitting in the kitchen, I became acutely aware of how little the garment actually covered. I hadn't expected him to be there. Usually he was in his own room by this time. But perhaps the affair with my folks had disturbed him, too. He sat at the table and brooded over a cup of coffee. His uniform coat had been unbuttoned and his tie hung loose. As I entered the kitchen I felt myself blushing all over. I couldn't turn back now, even though I knew the lower parts of my buns were showing.
"Oh, Miss Renee," said Evert, snapping out of his mulling. "How you all doing, honey? What is you're looking for there?"
"I thought I'd nibble on a carrot or something," I said, and right away the blood flooded to my cheeks again. Evert nodded and stood up to take out a carrot from the fridge. He was a powerfully built man, tall, strong enough to snap me in half. He offered to heat some milk for me. "No, thanks." I sat at the table opposite him. "What's the matter, Evert, you look depressed."
"Do I? Yeah, well a man gets to thinking sometimes," He said. "But when you're a corporal in a general's house it don't pay to say too much about it, you understand."
"I guess so." It was strange to see him so moody. "You can talk about it with me if you want, though. I know how to keep a secret,"
"No, I'd better be hitting the sack," said Evert. He stood up again and stretched. Muscles rippled under his clothes, his barrel chest bulged for a moment, and his trousers stretched tautly over his lap to outline a cock the size of which defied my imagination. I saw it but I couldn't believe it. Then the stretch was over and his clothing hung too loose to give anything away. "See you in the morning, baby," he said.
"See you, Evert." He went into his small room with a bed and a wardrobe, a TV set and a bunch of magazines. That was Evert's life. I began to wonder what else he did. How did he feel about inserting that douche into my mother's pussy? Was that what had depressed him? I turned off the kitchen light but I didn't go back upstairs. The whole night was so strange! In all the years I had lived with my folks and Evert it had never occurred to me to spy on them, well, not to this extent Yet now I couldn't see enough of what they did with their privacy.
I closed the kitchen door and walked up the stairs, but as soon as I reached the head of the stairs I tiptoed back down and slipped out through the front door to walk around to the back of the house. Evert's window looked out over the lawn and the flowerbeds there. A slight breeze ruffled my nightie and caressed the gap between my upper thighs. I shivered and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. His light wasn't on but the blue glow of the television drew me closer. Evert was lying on his bed, his head propped up by a couple of pillows, and he was watching a late night talk show. That was all.
I was disappointed but stayed at the window just the same. In a way it was exciting to observe another human being who didn't know he was being observed. I watched as he drew on his cigarette and let the smoke rose from his slack lips, watched as he negligently scratched himself, watched closely as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. What a torso that man had! The muscles rippled and ran with every movement^ and when he lay still again the thick ridges of his abdominal muscles remained intact. I could only see down to his waistband that was enough to make me break out into another sweat. The eerie light cast out by the TV accentuated his muscles, as well as the bulge in his pants. He scratched himself there while I was looking at it and I clutched at my pussy again. What was wrong with me?
Evert reached over to the ashtray and stubbed out his cigarette, then undid the buckle of his belt, got up, and stepped out of his pants. I ducked down under the window sill but kept peering over the edge at that big bulge in his briefs. He took them off, too, but he had his back to me as he did it. I waited until he reclined again, and moved to the far side of the window to get a look at it. Damn, his cock was big! It lay like a sleeping snake over his left thigh, draped there as if the snake had just swallowed a pig. But then it stirred. I looked at the TV and saw a sex symbol walking on camera to be interviewed. Apparently she met with Evert's approval because he took his cock in hand and began to rub it very slowly, massaging it until it stood fully erect. I gasped in a mixture of fear and awe. He was bigger than Daddy by an inch or two and he was much thicker. How could any woman take so much cock into her body? Evert would never be able to make love to a virgin like me. I had put my finger up there once and it had barely fitted!
His fist closed around the lower section of his thick shaft and he moved it up and down so that his foreskin slid along the helmet-shaped knob. The mighty dick was silhouetted against the TV screen, just off to one side from the sex symbol and the combination had me secreting enough juice to fill a cup! I was fascinated by his solitary lovemaking. My nose pressed against the window. If he had turned around at any time during his session he would have seen me for sure. And then what would have happened?
I couldn't begin to imagine. He was so big and so strong that he would crush me if he were to lie on top of me the way Dad had done to Ma. Bolts of fear and other, more mysterious, emotions flashed through me. The big black fist slithered up and down along the towering phallus, hypnotizing me and making me feel warm all around my pubic region. For some reason he stopped, and I was left suspended in my frustration until he got back to it. But first he took a bottle and poured some of its contents into his fist. He seemed to be gripping his cock more tightly when he took hold of it again, and he moved his hips more as if to fuck his fist. The window was open just a crack and through that I could hear sopping, squelching noises that closely resembled the sounds that come from between my mother's legs when Daddy had made love to her.
Now I knew what was going on in Evert's mind. He was imagining a pussy, tight and oily like mine, and while he fantasized about fucking one I had to clutch at mine all alone. Life was strange. I wanted to leave, to go to bed and to pull the covers over my head, but I couldn't leave, not just yet. I wanted to see how it would end. Would he simply grow bored with the repetitive movement? Or would he grunt like Daddy?
The climax came quite suddenly. I was staring at the swollen knob when a squirt of fluid darted out, described an arc through the air, and landed back on his belly. It gave me a start, but more came, thick dollops of it flew out at first but the following ones bubbled to the top and slid down along his knob and his fingers. His fist kept moving for a while but when he stopped coming he stopped rubbing himself. He let go of his cock and it fell back, limp and heavy, to take a breather among the puddle of bluish-white stuff. A minute later he turned the TV off and it was too dark to see anything. I crept back to the front of the house and up the stairs, holding my breath the whole way in case someone heard me. Only when I was back in my room with the door closed did I give in to the tumult of emotions churning about inside me.
"Holy shit!" I gasped, expelling all the pent-up fears and stale air in one gust. I rolled over on my belly and rested my face on the cool pillows to ease the fever burning in my cheeks. It was all too mysterious, too enticing, and too frightening A muddle of images ran past my mind's eye, composed of cocks high and low, dangling balls, ecstatic grimaces, squelching pussies, flesh, hair, sheets, and douches, and any one of the images would have been enough to keep me awake in febrile tension for the rest of the night. I tried rubbing my pussy again but that little knob was too sore and swollen. There was nothing for it but to lie still and wait for the sandman.
Daddy stood in front of the bathroom mirror clad only in his boxer shorts and T-shirt. I leaned against the hallway wall and watched him shave. When he made his first appearance his face looked stubbly and rumpled, but after applying hot lather and removing it with a safety razor, his face emerged shining and clean ... and quite beautiful. That square jaw, the strong nose and stubborn mouth, his steel grey eyes and his full head of silver hair, all worked to make him into the ideal image of a Brigadier General. When he had dried his face he turned his gaze to me, serious for a moment, winked gravely, and turned back to the mirror to put the finishing touches to his modest moustache and his bushy eyebrows. I changed position so I could watch him dress. "What's up, Renee?" he said suddenly.
"Huh? Oh, nothing Daddy. I was just thinking how good you look."
"Do I? Very good of you to say that." A curt nod, the flicker of a smile, that's as far as he would ever unwind. "Is the car outside yet, Evert?"
"Sir," said Evert. Of course it was. Daddy was notorious for wanting everything to be perfect. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched him do the final turn in front of the mirror. Yes, he was satisfied, I could tell by the momentary crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Then, with military bearing, he marched up to me, pecked me on the forehead, and went downstairs to begin his day. Evert was right behind him to open doors and chauffeur the car. There was nothing left for me to do but to get under the shower and head for school.
Ma had breakfast waiting for me. She looked mellow that morning, just as she always did after Daddy had made love to her. Apparently she didn't realize that there was a pattern to his attacks. I couldn't be sure but I suspected that Daddy got turned on by one of my friends. I even thought I knew which one it was. He was friendly to Janet and virtually ignored the others. Well, if Ma didn't see it, I'd be the last to open her eyes to it.
"What's going to happen with that warehouse?" asked Ma as I bolted my breakfast.
"I dunno. Mrs. Morrow said her husband's going to press some of the enlisted men into cleaning the place out. But the floor is terrible." It was hard to look my mother in the eye after what I'd witnessed the previous evening.
"The floor? What could be the matter with that?"
"Well, it's concrete and it's soaked in oil. It bounces very badly, and besides, if you fell you could really do some damage. We're going to have to get a proper one installed before we can use the place." The words came out one by one, reluctantly, and I kept my eyes on my plate. Ma didn't notice, but then there was a lot that she let pass her by. All I really wanted to ask her was what Evert had been summoned for. Surely she could have inserted the nozzle by herself!
"I'm sure you and Mrs. Morrow will work it out. You're such a pair of go-getters," sighed Ma.
Mrs. Morrow had told us all to think up plans for raising the money necessary to get a new floor and baskets, and I hadn't even spared it a single thought. Since I was the captain of the team they'd all be looking to me to come up with something particularly smart. Basketball was my life! I talked it, dreamed it? lived it ... but now I found myself struggling to take an interest in the whole deal. We had a game that evening and we would have to play it in the men's gym. That was unpleasant. The enlisted men liked to sit around and watch us not because they were basketball fans but because they liked to see Eva's big tits bounce about But it would do for the time being. We would worry about Janet, raising money later.
Marcie, Louise, and Eva were already in their seats when I walked into the classroom, and the lesson was on the way so there was no chance to talk. Normally I took some interest in the proceedings at school but the day had been shot before it got started. The previous evening had the aura of a vivid dream, an enticing nightmare, but it continued to prey on my mind just the same. One lesson followed another, part of the same monotonous blur. It wasn't till lunch time that I started to wake up to what was going on around me.
We met in the school cafeteria and Mrs. Farley Morrow joined us soon after. She was our coach, the prime mover behind our team, and she was determined to get us set up in our own indoor facilities. Playing outdoors had been a mixed affair since Eva's tits had started to develop in earnest, and using the enlisted men's gym was good only when they were all out on bivouacs and on the range. So she had bullied her husband, Lt. Col. Morrow, into giving her G-17, a big warehouse on the edge of the base, right behind the mothballed equipment storage area. The lighting was good, the space was adequate, but that goddamned floor would never do. "Well. I'm sure all you girls have devised brilliant money-raising schemes," Farley said brightly. "Let's hear them. Renee?"
"Well ... " My mind raced in ever-widening circles looking for a clue. Something Daddy had said struck me as relevant. He had had a paper round as a boy and he prided himself on having been such an industrious lad. "We could work for the money," I said shyly.
"Work?" The girls looked at me as if I had betrayed them.
"Yes, you know, do odd jobs, mow lawns and stuff like that." It sounded lame even as I put the idea forward, and the only reason no one laughed at me was that they couldn't come up with anything better.
"Well, I don't know how far that will take us," said Eva after it had become clear that no other bright ideas were about to be tossed into the ring. "How much could the five of us make that way? A few dollars here, a few there, and by the time we get enough money we'll be married with half a dozen kids!"
"You might be, dear," Farley said sweetly, "but I'm sure the others will hold off for a few weeks. Okay, girls, we'll work. But we'll also start up a few other projects, such as a raffle, a garage sale, a benefit concert of some kind, and if we put our all into it I'm sure we'll get there, For now, why don't you all go have your lunch and rest up for the game tonight. In the meantime I'll scout around for some new notions."
Before I was ready for it we were on the big beautiful basketball court in the men's gym facing our opposition, and then there was nothing more to think about. We played hard, so did the opposition. Right near the end the score was tied at 68-68, a few seconds left on the clock, and Eva managed to get hold of the ball, I ran towards the basket, she threw it and I caught it and jumped with it as high as I could to loft the ball neatly through the hoop. The whistle blew and the game was ours!
My favorite part of the game came right after it had finished, at least when we had won it. The congratulations, the hands squeezing my arm, all us girls linking arms and hugging on the way to the locker room, and that warm sensation at the pit of my stomach, that deep, tingling satisfaction which nothing else could bring me, that's what made those minutes beautiful. We stripped and jumped under the hot showers, and stood there reveling in our victory. The other team looked downcast at first but as our triumphant mood faded, so theirs picked up. And when we were all dressed again we were just a handful o{ girls together, chatting and giggling, and pairing off. When a team visited the base they were always billeted at the houses of our girls, and on this evening I drew Annie, a little, bright-eyed girl with close-cropped black hair and a boyish figure. She had been very fast for the whole game and she professed to be tired now that it was all over. But we got talking and before long going to sleep was the furthest thing from our minds.
Annie was the same age as me and she wasn't much more experienced. As our conversation became more and more frank, she confessed that she was still a virgin and that she had a lot of fantasies about boys. "But the man I like best of all," she whispered, lying close to me in my bed, "is my uncle, Jack. Don't tell anyone this, will you, Renee? It's my darkest secret and I'm telling it to you only because I have to tell someone."
"You can trust me," I said. My heart beat faster at the mention of her uncle and I felt as if my lungs were operating at half power. "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing really." Annie frowned, and that made her look all the cuter. "It's just that ... well, it all began when I was really little. He was always my favorite, he'd bring me comics and candy and he always played with me. But a year ago something really strange happened and since then I haven't been able to get him off my mind."
"Tell me about it!" I urged her, squeezing her arm to hurry her up.
"Okay. Uncle Jack was staying over at our house for the weekend-he often did that-and as usual he slept in the guest room which is right next to mine. Sunday morning the whole family sleeps late and so do I, but on that Sunday I woke up early and I felt so energetic that I made some breakfast for my uncle and brought the papers up to his room as a surprise. I've never done that for anyone else, you know. Well, Jack really appreciated my gesture. He ate the breakfast and insisted that I sit on the side of his bed as he did so. And I watched him enjoy it and my whole body felt warm and nice. You know that feeling? It's like something fizzing right in your belly and the bubbles are spreading to every part of you. When he was done with the food I cleared the tray away and put the paper on his bed. He told me to read the funnies with him, so I sat with my back against the pillows and my legs drawn up, leaning against his shoulder, and that fizzing sensation got worse and worse. I loved the smell of his body, the aroma of tobacco and sweat and coffee. And his pajama top was open to show his chest and stomach. Oh Renee, he's got such a great body! There's a little clump of hair in the middle of his chest but for the rest he's smooth and tanned, and his stomach has these thick ridges, of muscle that make you want to touch them!" She shivered and I shivered. It was warm, yet I felt a chill run the full length of my body. I saw the whole picture, I was there!
Annie talked on, slowly, dreamily, and since she was so far away I allowed myself the luxury of slipping one hand in between my legs. My pussy felt so strange, so moist, and in such a turmoil, that I wanted to reassure it. It felt different, more swollen somehow, and the touch of my hand made it ache for more.
"I don't know what came over me," said Annie softly. "I could have sat next to him for hours, days, just bubbling and all that, but suddenly I got this impulse to tease him. So I grabbed the funny pages out of his hands and spread them out over his face. Silly, isn't it? He joined right in, paying me back by pushing me off the bed and dumping the whole paper on me. I leaped back up and began to wrestle with him. You wouldn't believe what that was like, Renee. Just touching him made me shiver all over, and suddenly I was on top of him, my hands clutching at his wrists, trying to hold him down. Of course he was far too strong for me but he played along, laughing, teasing me, as if he was unaware of what I was going through."
I lived her account blow by blow, except that her uncle Jack was no stranger to me. His steel gray hair, the penetrating blue eyes, the square cut of his jaw, it was Daddy all right. Not that my father would ever allow himself such levity. But if he did ... if he let me touch him, fie on top of him ... wouldn't it feel the same? My hand buried between my legs now. At first I had tried to be subtle about it. Now, however, my finger was deep inside me to act out a fantasy that had crept up on me from between Annie's lines. Daddy on top of me, his penis thrusting into my body, his sweat mingling with mine, his cock filling my cunt to bursting!
"What are you doing to yourself?" asked Annie. She lifted the covers and looked at my lower half. "You do that, too? Oh, what a relief! I thought I was the only girl in the world who played with herself! Can I do it now, with you?"
"Go ahead, but don't stop with your story," I said rather breathlessly. "Wait, God, it's so hot all of a sudden, let me take off my nightie before you go on."
"That's a good idea." Annie took hers off, too, and for a moment her small, curvy breasts distracted me from the mainstream of my lechery. Her nipples were smaller than mine and a little darker, quite hard, and the hair on her pussy was more abundant. My blond pubic hair was barely visible from a distance but she had a well defined triangle of hair down there. I wanted to look closer, to see if she was shaped the same way as me, but Annie dropped the covers again and resumed telling me about her Sunday morning. "Anyway ... I was on top of him and in the struggle my nightie kind of crept up over my legs and then higher up until it was just about around my waist! I saw my uncle glance at that part between my legs a few times but I didn't mind. No, that's a lie. I loved it'
She was silent for a moment. The covers undulated over her pussy and I hooked my index finger deep into my cunt so as to put pressure on that peculiar little knob further up. The tingling grew hotter and more widespread, jerky quivers shook my body up, but I remained all ears.
"Yes, I loved it," said Annie, and her voice sounded more like a groan for a second. "His eyes bored into my pussy and the light of lust Ht up in them. I had never seen him look at me that way before. It had always been uncle and niece but suddenly I felt like something very different, something like a woman! I have to admit I became pretty brazen at that point. Especially when I felt something under me growing hard and thick. I knew it was his cock but I didn't dare take a look I just kept moving back and forth, working the sheet out of the way until his naked flesh met mine. And still I kept my eyes on his eyes, moving my ass along that ridge of hard flesh, feeling faint and dizzy, and my uncle was looking kind of glassy-eyed and feverish, holding my hips to guide me along that rail of his, and I wanted to keep going and going just to have those mad bubbles bursting in my belly forever! But something hot and sticky spurted up at me, a white fluid, and Jack quickly reached for a box of tissues and told me to get out of the room. I didn't believe it! He was mopping his penis and I stared at it now, a huge thing with throbbing veins and dark brown skin stretching back from a flushed knob, and I wanted to play more, a lot more. But he threatened to get angry, so I left and went back to my own room. Since that day, it's been uncle and niece again. He won't let me into his room when he's alone anymore. And what can I do? Nothing, except play with myself late at night and think of all the fun we could have had."
There was a long silence as our fingers fumbled and plunged, working ourselves up into a lather of ecstasy. I wouldn't acknowledge the end of her story. In my imagination Daddy didn't reach for the tissues. No, he made me lick him clean! And then he would make his cock get hard again just so he could push it deep into my cunt, and he would throw Ma out of the house, and the two of us could live happily ever after! The fantasy persisted until my body shook and quivered in a fit of passion, and then went into a contented slump.
"I'm so tired," yawned Annie. "Will you put the light out, Renee?"
"Sure." My eyes were dropping shut, too.
"And don't forget, this is our secret," she said.
"I'll never tell." We put our nighties back on, turned our backs to each other, and fell asleep in an instant.
CHAPTER TWO
When we assembled the next evening at Farley's house, I looked at my teammates with different eyes. That experience with Annie had done something to me, it had expanded my curiosity, and I found myself wondering if the others had ever played with themselves. Louise didn't look as though she would. She was Eurasian, inscrutable yet blue-eyed, a slender, beautiful girl with blond-brown hair and high cheekbones. No, Louise was too reserved, too self-disciplined to give in to such impulses. What about Janet? The beautiful black girl looked as though she might if only because she was sensual beyond her years. She had a knowing expression in her big eyes, her breasts were small but full. I could see why my father had a thing about her. Janet was young and tender but all the equipment was there, a lovely little ass that stuck out behind her as if poised for sex, and those long legs that even made me want to travel up to their tops.
Yes, Janet might but Eva was sure to. The tall, voluptuous brunette had hinted to us more than once that she had gone all the way with a soldier or two, and while we couldn't be sure if she was telling the truth, she certainly was the one most likely to succeed in our group. Her tits were the talk of the base and when she played basketball the soldiers came from near and far just to dream awhile. I had seen her nude often enough and the size and firmness of her tits always astounded me and made me envious. Talk about cantilevered construction! Her big pink nipples pushed out and up as if she didn't need a 40-D bra at all! I wondered if she could kiss her own nipples.
Farley entered the room with coffee and cake and she told us to dig in while she finished her chores in the kitchen. Her husband appeared briefly, handsome, athletic, successful in every area except in bed if the rumors were true. There seemed to be little love lost between Farley and her jock husband but that didn't mean they couldn't fuck together. Did Farley do it? The idea excited me greatly for some reason. She was so sophisticated and mature, so poised; but then she used to be a model and she would know how to hide her true feelings. Farley wore her hair closely cropped, a black layer of small curls that framed her exquisite face to perfection and set off her blue eyes so as to startle a casual onlooker. Yes, she was the right mate for the Lt. Colonel, they made a handsome pair. But I felt sure that Farley in bed alone would let down her facade and finger her dark pussy, too.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" Marcie burst into the room, half-giggling and half-worried. "Goddamn this base, a girl can't go from one side of it to the other without getting propositioned. And the stud who laid it on me this evening was almost too good to throw back!" She laughed to herself as she sat down. "Yes sir, he came real close to getting more than he was looking for."
Marcie would, for sure. Even though she hadn't gone through her tomboy phase yet, I knew the little black girl was a woman beneath those jeans and T-shirts. She had no breasts yet but what she lacked on top she made up for in the bottom. Two big soccer-ball buns poked out from the steep arch of her back, two big impertinent cheeks that men longed to grab, big, black, firmly soft cheeks that had often caught my eye when we showered after a game. She knew she had a "fine ass," too, and she would often tell us about it. "Don't be looking at that man, honey, you ain't got no chance with my fine ass around here!" Perhaps she was right but I also knew that she was still a virgin, an impatient one, and that meant she was probably fucking her finger.
These ruminations made my loins tingle strangely and I felt like doing it to myself right there and then. But Farley interrupted my train of thought by pronouncing the meeting open. There wasn't much to be discussed-it was more a social gathering than anything. Still, she wanted us to pick a section of the base so that we wouldn't bother the same people over and over with our requests for work and money. None of us had worked out any specific chores which we could offer to do, so we all agreed to play it by ear.
"I guess we'll find out tomorrow how far that will take us," said Farley. "Personally I have little faith in this operation ... there has to be a better way of raising money, if only we could think of it. Anyway, let's try it this way and perhaps that'll lead to new ideas."
"And I say we ought to close this meeting and turn our attention to gossip," said Eva. "I'm tired of all this seriousness. We'll worry tomorrow, okay, Farley?"
"Okay," she laughed. "So who's got something juicy to tell?" We all had something, and in between consuming coffee and cake, the stories came hard and fast. Nothing was sacred when we girls got together. Love lives were dissected, careers were analyzed, and futures were read. When the evening drew to a close we had probably exchanged more information than military intelligence possessed. Janet and I walked part of the way home together, still talking about current issues; but when we were alone I wanted her to come home with me to spend the night, and perhaps to play the same game Annie and I had enjoyed so much. Unwittingly she provided me with a reason to invite her. "Gosh, I'm tired," she sighed. "That game last night really took it out of ma I don't know if I'm going to make it home, Renee, and that's the truth."
"Why don't you stay over at my place, then?" I suggested, doing my best to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "You'd be more than welcome and you could call your folks from there."
"Hey, that's not a bad idea. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Heck no, I'd enjoy the company."
"Then I'll do it. The only problem is that I don't have a nightie with me. Can you lend me one?" I said that wouldn't be any problem at all and hurried the pace so we could get home all the sooner. I couldn't help but notice that my father looked delighted. It would be on for young and old tonight, I thought to myself. We watched some television with the folks before I yawned and stretched, and announced that it was high time we hit the sack. Janet and I went up the stairs and into my room where I gave her a fresh towel and a spare toothbrush. Since we were both girls we both went into the bathroom, but I was too cautious to suggest that we shower together. Instead I let her have the shower first and I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair a hundred times. But while she was under the shower I cast many a glance in her direction.
The water streamed along her curves and made her dark brown skin gleam like polished leather. She had a plastic cap over her cornrowed hair, pulled down tight so that she looked all the sleeker, with broad shoulders and a strong, yet delicate back that curved into a slender waist. But unlike mine, her body didn't arch out into rounded hips. There was almost no rise at all, just a continuation of the same lines right to her thighs, which spread out a little. Her full buttocks leaned into each other, rounded with dimpled flanks, and the very sight of them made my fingers itch with the desire to touch them. She looked so sensual, so utterly desirable, that I could barely keep up with the conversation we were having. When she turned around I saw her naked breasts as I had never seen them before, in the privacy of my bathroom. There weren't ten girls to distract me now, it was just her and me. And those breasts swelled up from her chest like two upturned bowls, chocolate brown with darker nipples pointing right at me. Her breasts looked so soft compared to the rest of her. A line of muscle ran down the center of her belly, giving out only when the slight rise of her belly took over. Her pubic bone jutted out even further, and was covered by a sparse layer of tight curls, and her thighs were supple and muscular. When she moved long muscles rippled easily under the gleaming skin but when she stood still and relaxed they were as feminine as my own.
"What's the matter?" she asked "You're looking at me as though you're inspecting the troops."
"Am I? I'm sorry, I was miles away," I said, shaking myself and getting back to brushing my hair. I had been gripping the handle so hard that my hand hurt. Janet got out of the shower but let the water run on so I could hop right in. She gave me the shower cap and watched as I tucked my long blond hair in.
"You left some out," said Janet, and for a moment her naked body was very close to mine and her hand reached up to tuck a last tress of hair under the cap. "Wow, that feels like silk! It must be a real pleasure to wash and brush it, huh?"
"It's just a nuisance," I shrugged. "Why, don't you like your hair?"
"Not really." She applied the towel to her body vigorously and once more I forgot myself as I watched her flesh yield wherever she touched herself. "You have to straighten it or cornrow it or smear all kinds of crap into it. Hell, sometimes I think half my life is taken up by making my hair look good. And for what?"
"That's a good question." I stood under the shower and soaped myself all over. Was she looking at me now? Did she appreciate the sight of my firm, arrogant tits and their pink nipples? Did she like the blond bush between my thighs as much as I had liked her tight curls? Or did she think I looked funny with the white bikini marks interrupting the light brown of my tan? Janet and I had been good friends for quite a while, but neither of us had ever raised the notion of becoming bosom pals, so to speak. We had talked about boys and sex, always timid and speculative, and never applied to ourselves. That left me wondering how she really felt about me and if she would actually want to play the game with me later.
As I dried myself I caught sight of the two of us reflected in the mirror. Janet had her back to it and I faced it, and for some reason we made a striking couple. My body and hers complemented each other like yin and yang. Quickly I turned away from the seductive image and finished drying myself. We wrapped the big towels about ourselves and went back to my room, but halfway there my father happened to pass us on his way to the master bedroom. He just nodded at us and we clutched at our towels defensively. Then the moment was over, he was in his room and we were in mine.
Janet and I got talking again and instead of changing into our nighties we sat on the bed in our towels, laughing and gossiping, and I forgot for the time being how much I wanted her to play with me. Besides, she didn't seem at all inclined that way. I heard my mother enter the other room, and about five minutes later some very familiar sounds reached me. I motioned for silence and pricked up my ears, A moan, a giggle, a sudden creak of the bed-sure enough, my father was about to mount my mother again. It never failed. He only had to catch sight of Janet and he was off and running.
"What's going on?" whispered Janet.
"My parents are about to make it," I replied.
"Oh wow, you can hear them at it? My folks always wait till they think I'm sleeping or else they send me next door for the night. But I catch them at it now and then." We were both silent for a few minutes as my parents went through the preliminaries. Wet sounds and long groans indicated that someone was down on someone. I motioned for Janet to keep silent and to help me carry a chair over to the wall which had the ventilation grill in it I took the first look and saw my father and mother naked, him between her legs and eating her pussy like a starving man.
"C'mon, take a look," I hissed. Janet stood on the chair with me and peered in. She couldn't believe her eyes when she had worked out what was going on.
"He's licking her ... pussy!" she whispered. "That's not sanitary!"
"Sssssshhhh! Just watch and see how she loves it." The two of us stood on the chair and peered through the louvers, holding our breath and keeping tabs on the progress my mother was making. She loved to be eaten and Daddy got a charge out of her gyrations and moans. I wondered what he got out of sucking her pussy, though, but perhaps I'd find out someday soon. Daddy kept on eating her and that became a little boring after a while. I stepped down but Janet remained riveted to the grill, watching as though she couldn't believe anyone could do such a thing.
From where I stood I had a much more interesting view. Her towel had crept up over her thighs and her ass was sticking out brazenly. She had to lean forward to get a good view and her legs were spread to keep a level footing on the chair, so all I had to do was look up to see all of her pussy. Actually I couldn't see all of it, now with the shadows darkening her flesh to the point of blotting out the details. But it was enough to see her vaginal area and to have it so close that I could just reach out and touch her there. Not that I would have dared I just toyed with the idea. Janet was unaware of anything except the unsanitary practices going on in the next room. And while she was so preoccupied I dared stick my hand between my own legs for a little fiddle, enough to raise the pitch of my excitement to critical heights. Oh, I shouldn't have done that, I knew it as soon as my hand and pussy made contact. But once there it was hard to remove it.
"Come and look!" Janet beckoned me to come up without turning around. "He's going to do it to her!"
"I've already seen that," I said with an effort Janet didn't say anything. She peered through the ventilation grill with such concentration that she didn't even notice her towel was coming undone, I could see the knot loosening bit by bit and my finger rubbed my clitoris harder in expectation of the final unveiling. At last the knot slipped and the towel fell to the ground. Janet was too absorbed in the sight of my father fucking my mother to care. And I stood as close to her as I dared, my face level with her sexy ass, my nose just inches from her dark-haired pussy, to secretly inhale the tart fumes coming from in between those tightly pressed lips.
I was fingering myself with some abandon now but it wasn't getting me anywhere. All I really wanted to do was caress that beautiful ass and to be unsanitary with it, if only Janet would let me! So near yet so far away. Oh, if only I dared to touch her and seduce her! It was agony just to stand there. Something glistened high up on her inner thigh. I looked closer and saw a trickle of pussy fluid had fallen and was now sliding down the warm dark flesh to make a trail that reached down to her knee. If this wasn't the moment there never would be one. Gingerly I reached out and placed the flat of my hand on her curvy buns. Janet didn't respond. I didn't know whether that meant she approved or not, but it was too late to be concerned with fine points. The touch of her firm, yielding flesh, her satin skin, and the sight of my white hand on her black ass, compelled me to go on. My nerves subsided as my lust rose and soon my hand was touching and caressing her openly.
"What are you doing?" she asked minutes after I had started. Janet was looking at me with some surprise and Indignation, but I had seen one trickle after another seep out of her pussy and I knew she wasn't nearly as distant as she tried to make out. My hand slipped around to the center of her ass and pushed into the tight slit until it was firmly wedged between her cheeks; the other hand went around to her belly and my face moved forward until my lips touched her ass. "I'm making love to you," I said in case she needed an answer.
"But we're both girls!" Janet said as though I had overlooked a very simple obstacle. "Why would you want to do that to me?"
"Let's not talk, just let's do it," I said, kissing her urgently. "It's a game and only two can play it. If you don't know it I'll show you."
"But ... " She was speechless for a moment and in the silence we could hear my mother crying out in ecstasy and my father grunting like a bull, the creaking of the bed making it all the more graphic. "Oh gee, Renee, I don't know!" She came off the chair and stood right in front of me. Her big dark eyes were boring into mine and she kept shaking her head dubiously. "That doesn't sound right to me."
"How can it when you've never tried it?" My body was throbbing with desire for her. It would be impossible to lie next to her all night without touching her or loving her. I had to convince her! "Come on, relax-if you don't like it I'll stop. That's a promise."
"Well ... " She was about to refuse me but I took her into my arms and pressed my naked body against hers. My lips found her lips and before she knew what was going on I was kissing her fiercely. I was as astounded as she was, but at the same time I knew I was acting according and my pubic bone pushed into her pubic bush, as my hands found her pert buns again and my tits squashed into hers, it felt right and good, and it must have affected Janet in the same way because her resistance melted away minutes. "Oh Renee, I know this is gasped as we came up for air from our long, impassioned kiss. "I shouldn't be doing this! But I can't stop now." Her lips, so full and sensual, cleaved to mine and we opened each other's mouth so that our tongues could play together. Soft, wet snakes entwining, probing, making the ancient motion of sex and preparing us for the next phase.
I knew we had to go on but I didn't know what next to do. My hands had found her small, firm breasts but it was awkward to fondle them while we were standing face to face. And I was afraid to interrupt the flow, in case she collected herself and found a reason for not going ahead. Somehow I maneuvered us onto the bed and that made it much easier. I was able to put some distance between our bodies so my hands could get at her tits the right way, to fondle and squeeze them and to pinch her nipples until they were as erect as my father's cock. Janet was kissing me back as best she could. But she didn't try to touch me. Her hands rested on my waist and no matter how much I wriggled she wouldn't take them from that safe zone. There was plenty of time for that later, I reasoned. As long as she let me kiss and caress her she'd soon go the rest of the way.
Her breasts thrilled me deeply. They were so soft and squeezable that I felt like digging my fingers into the little mounds until they burst, the way you want to squeeze a kitten to death because it's so delicious to touch. I restrained myself with difficulty. A new urge took over, a deep desire to touch my lips to her nipples, to suck on her tits like a baby, and to sense the full extent of her resilience. Janet didn't protest when my body slid down. My face came to a stop right between those two dark mounds and for the first minute I was content just to kiss her breastbone. Her skin was stretched tautly over that area, soft and smooth, and suddenly the boniness gave way to those chocolate puddings. The contrast held me in its thrall for some time. My lips slithered along her sternum and onto one of her breasts, and back again, every sensory nerve working overtime to glean all the pleasure possible from the experience. Her body arched tautly whenever my lips puckered around one of her nipples, however, and pretty soon I concentrated on doing only that, sucking her tits until she was close to being delirious!
"Oooooohhhh," she groaned, caressing my long blond hair now with both her hands, "oh Renee, that feels too nice! This can't be right Aaaahh, oh yes, once more, my breasts are so sensitive! Yes, that's nice, very nice, oh yes, and your hair is so beautiful, make love to me Renee, do it all to me!" She rubbed her breasts with strands of my hair and moaned in ecstasy at the result. I shook my head so that the hair hung down in a golden curtain and let her do what she wanted with it while I enjoyed myself within the curtain by sucking and licking her tits until they gleamed wetly all over. My body came over on top^ of hers and my pubic bone came to rest on her belly right over her bony ridge. I still took care not to be too abrupt with her. This was too good! Lying on top of her made me feel squeamish and erotic at the same time, as though I shouldn't be there, but our bodies didn't know it. My hips began to work my pubis into her flat belly automatically, pushing down so that my pussy's flesh flexed back and forth. That almost made me lose my balance. For a moment I stopped sucking her tits and only made fucking motions. If only I had a cock like Daddy, I thought.
"Do my breasts some more," she whispered hoarsely. "I've never felt anything as nice as that, Renee-how do you know about all this stuff?"
"I'm only doing what I want to do with you," I said. I was slipping off her now, coming down on the bed so that my right hand would have ready access to that moist area between her legs. My own cunt ached and drooled at the frustration and the unusual pleasures it was experiencing. I wanted her to touch me there and to stick her fingers in me like a play-cock, but she hadn't even touched my tits yet! "Oh Janet, you've got such a great body," I said in between kissing her erect nipples. "I wouldn't have done this with anyone else!"
"Really?" She smiled and looked flattered. "You've got a great body, too ... and your breasts are bigger than mine, almost as big as Eva's. How come?"
"Do you like them?" I pushed out my chest so she would want to caress me there, but still she hung back. Her dark eyes were fixed on my melons and her fingers twitched uneasily like runners on the starting blocks. I cupped my tits in both hands and held them up to her. "Why don't you touch them, then? Just pretend they're your own."
"They wouldn't suit me," she joked weakly, and when I laughed she lost some of her tension and touched my breasts with one hand. The other wasn't slow in joining it, though. She got as big a kick out of my tits as I got from hers and before long she was sucking on my pink nipples while I took a breather. She was right, that did feel good. It was as if a network of fine nerves extended between my tits and pussy, and every one of her strokes and licks was transmitted directly to my clitoris. And while she was busy exploring my tits I moved my hand down her firm, flat belly. She shivered slightly when my fingers reached her pubic hair but she made no move to stop me. Again I took my time, afraid she might yet balk. It was hard to believe I was doing this, the general's daughter about to touch a woman between the legs with her parents in the next room. If we could hear them, they could surely hear us!
"Be very quiet!" I whispered to Janet. Her moans of satisfaction had been growing louder as she got more tit into her mouth and hands, but she took the hint right away. Now it was time to explore that most vital part of her body. Would I like it? Was this the correct thing to do? A lot of questions swirled through my mind but they only served to confuse me more. And while my mind was muddled my instincts grew clearer every minute. Yes, touch her there, slip your finger between those titillate her the way you would want her to titillate you! Oh yes, oh yes, silky and slippery, warm and pulsing, there it was, Janet's cunt!
The moment my finger moved into that fleshy slot I knew my life had changed forever. Until that moment I had ventured to touch my pussy in the dead of night, and that one time with Annie, but now I realized how delightful that was. It took Janet's cunt to show me that. Nothing could compare to the fullness of her lips, the oily inner flesh, and that tight, sudden entry to her body. The tip of my finger slipped in by mistake and I withdrew it at once. Not too fast, not too fast! I looked at her face to see if she was upset but saw only quiet bliss there. My finger moved back down along the valley and this time I didn't grow on the ridges of her labia, only by where she was, her face buried between my tits, licking and sucking, caressing the firm round-nesses and rubbing her face against the swelling. Her legs parted a little and she cocked her cunt up just enough to let me get the whole finger up her. Now her flesh nipped at my digit like a steel spring covered in velvet. I thought of my father's cock and how impossible it would be to fit that monster into her tiny hole. But my finger fitted fine!
I moved it in and out and pretty soon Janet's breathing became too heavy for her to keep on sucking my tits. She reclined luxuriously and surrendered her entire body to me. No resistance at all. Her arms and legs were spread out, her head rolled from side to side, and even though her eyes were open she saw nothing. Just the whites showed through her lashes, just as the whites of her teeth showed through her slack lips. I had her in the palm of my hand now. I could do whatever I wanted. And the first thing that came to mind was that unsanitary practice we had seen my father perform on Ma.
Would she let me do that? I stirred her pussy up with that solitary finger until she was too far gone to resist, and only then did I begin to move down toward the target. My taste buds were tingling with expectation. I was salivating, and yet I was also a little fearful. If I liked it too much or too little, what would I do? Her pubic hair brushed my chin and briefly she stiffened. Her eyes rolled back to take a look at the outside world, she scrutinized me worriedly and began to protest, but I made my finger move faster and she sighed as if everything was too much trouble. I seized my chance right there and then.
My mouth went over the side of that bony ridge and landed in her soft flesh. The curls didn't grow on the ridges of her labia, only by the sides, and the touch of her flesh against my lips felt like a kiss! I moved in between her legs decisively now and pressed my face in between her thighs to return that kiss with all the passion boiling in my body, and my tongue parted her lips and discovered a bounty of tart, tasty juice that made my mouth tingle with excitement.
"Noooooo, noooooo!" she groaned but her legs were spread out at right-angles to her torso and her pussy bobbed up and down with pure lust. "That's dirty, dirty, you don't have to do that!"
"But I. want to!" I whispered into her canyon, and now my face pushed into her cunt with redoubled force. The juice squelched out of her covered my face with an oily, tangy film; my tongue roamed about in the slippery valley, scooping up juice and searching for that tight hole. Ah, there it was! Now to enter! Her back arched with a jerk when my tongue wormed its way into her body and she began to mewl helplessly. All was quiet in my parents' room now and I didn't want them to be alerted. I threw a pillow over her face and Janet had the good sense to stifle her cries with it.
My body was burning up with all sorts of desires, only a few of which were satisfied by pussy-eating. To help out I straddled her shin and rubbed my cunt along the bone, masturbating slowly and eating voraciously. It was thoughtful of Janet to draw that leg up and place her big toe up against my cunt. She jiggled it back and forth and by pressing the most sensitive part of my pussy against it I was able to get off all over the place. But my main concern was her satisfaction. I wanted her to remember me always as a good lover so that she would come back whenever I wanted her. My tongue worked her cunt over until even the pillow wasn't enough to muffle her. She begged me to stop for a minute while she collected herself, and since my jaws were aching I agreed. "Oh Jesus, that's too nice," she whispered, throwing her arms around my neck when we both sat up. "Are you sure it's fun for you, though?"
"I wish you could be in my place for a few moments," I said, with the double meaning thrown in for good measure, "then you'd know how great it is. You taste so wonderful and your flesh Janet, aren't you glad we played this game?"
"Is it over already?" She looked disappointed.
"Lie down," I said, and once again I pounced on her pussy. This time I applied everything my imagination could come up with. In my mind it was Janet who was doing the eating and the pleasing, and whatever I had her doing was what I did to her. I located that tiny, super-sensitive knob hiding under its tuck of flesh and the ragged inner lips, and I concentrated on it for a minute or so, rotating the tip of my tongue over until she threatened to scream. Then I seized her swollen labia between my lips and teeth and nibbled at them to make her extremely restless. She clutched the pillow to her face and writhed about on the bed, so excited that I almost envied her. My hands dug into her deep ass flesh and my tongue circled round and round, probing, titillating, masturbating, until she started to climax and wouldn't stop.
There was nothing for me to do but sit back and let her go through the chain reaction. She rolled from side to side and cried out into the pillow as though she had gone berserk. I leaned against the footrest and jerked off like a bandit, watching her closely, loving her, wanting her, and coming over her without her being aware of it.
When we settled down at last we were covered in sweat and my face smelled of cunt. The room was hot and steamy and the bed was a wrinkled mess. With the last of our energy we washed up and made the bed over, but when we were done and spent sleep still wouldn't come. We were too excited at our discovery, and we speculated on whether anyone else on this planet knew what fun women can have together.
"It'll be our secret," Janet said solemnly. "We won't tell the team, not even Farley, okay?"
"Never," I said, not knowing that very soon the whole team would not just know, they'd be experts!
CHAPTER THREE
Saturday morning. The sun woke us both at the same time and as we stretched and yawned last night's events came back to us in a rush. I looked over at Janet curiously, wondering if she would avoid my eyes. But no, she gave me a broad smile and even leaned over to peck me on the cheek. "It was like a dream," she said, her voice still throaty from sleep. "A really nice dream."
"Wasn't it?" My body felt as though it had been newly tuned by an expert and for once I leaped out of bed eager to start the day. This time we hopped into the shower together and touched each other without the smallest twinge of fear or guilt. Janet and I had become lovers in every sense, but what that really meant to me was that our friendship had progressed to a level of complete intimacy. Not for a moment did I think we were going "steady" and when Janet left the house she said nothing about seeing me again in the way people make dates. She said she'd see me later and I said that was right, and that was it.
But I did look forward to the next time we could play our game I couldn't believe how good I felt. The world looked bright and cheery to me, my parents like fine people, and breakfast never tasted better. And when the time came to start canvassing for odd jobs around my section of the base I set out with all manner of positive thoughts. Dressed in jeans and work boots, a plaid shirt, my hair tied back with a thick strand of wool, I felt ready to tackle any task.
I had been assigned to the enlisted men's married quarters. This area was made up of identical houses set in a square of lawn and garden. Each had a garage and it seemed as though a station wagon occupied every driveway. I checked for houses with unkempt lawns and a lot of kids which, as it happened, often went together. The first yard I entered was a real mess that offered enough work to keep me going all day. But the woman of the house stood behind her screen door and refused to give me a fair hearing. She said the yard was fine with her and if I didn't like it I could go boil my head.
This setback didn't matter to me. I marched on. The second householder rejected my offer out of hand, the third was interested but she wanted to pay me girl scout wages. After that I went from door to door, figuring that people with untidy yards wouldn't care about my quest, whereas people who kept their areas dean might be more sympathetic. But that system, too, failed me. The women who carne to the door just weren't interested in spending money on me. The twentieth house seemed to hold out a promise of work only because a man answered the bell; but then his wife saw him talking to me and that was the end of that.
An hour or more had gone by and I still hadn't found anyone willing to employ me. Now my optimism began to ebb and I stepped less lightly. But I didn't give up. I walked into one yard that was teeming with small children, and as I approached the front door it opened and a tall man with a friendly smile appeared. He listened to me and nodded. "Sure, I have something you can do around the house. Come on in."
"Thank you very much!" I said, glad to get out of the sun for a while if nothing else. The house was littered with clothes and toys and magazines, it needed vacuuming and there were dishes piled up high in the sink.
"Sit down and let's talk turkey," said the man. He had on dungarees and an old army shirt with the sergeant's chevrons taken off the sleeves, leaving dark marks on the faded khaki. 'There's one job that would take you about ten minutes and would earn you five dollars. How does that sound to you?"
"Terrific!" I enthused. "Just tell me what it is you want?"
"Come over here." He sat in an old easy chair, his arms on the armrests as though he was reclining in a throne, and when I stood in front of him he motioned downward with his head. "Suck me off," he said, still smiling that friendly smile.
"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears.
"Suck my dick!" he said? and the smile began to fade, "It's worth five bucks to you-oh hell, make it ten, now what do you say? Ail you have to do is take it out and suck on it, and I want to come in your mouth. Now is that so bad?"
"Oh my God!" I muttered. Nothing had prepared me for this. "I can't ... I won't ... no, forget it!" I turned on my heel and rushed out of the house. That was it for me! If people were going to treat me like a whore I'd just as soon give up basketball! I was so distressed that I was on the verge of tears, and I ran out of the area to get home as quickly as possible. How crude! I kept thinking. How could he ask such a thing of me!
My parents were out when I arrived home, only Evert was there. He was in the laundry keeping an eye on the automatic washer, and when he saw me so upset he asked what the matter was. "Oh Evert, it's just terrible!" I sobbed, breaking down now. "This man made me feel so cheap!" He took me into his powerful arms and held me gently while I told him the whole story. Evert was such a comfort in times like these. In a way he knew more about me than my parents did because I always told him the things that I wouldn't have dared tell them. Of course I'd never tell him about Janet-not unless he asked. But Evert understood life, he knew it backwards and forwards.
"Yeah," he said when I was finished talking, "making money ain't easy, baby. You have to do a lot of things you don't like to do. But it seems to be you and the other girls aren't thinking too clearly about this project, you know? How do you all expect to get so much just by mowing lawns and babysitting? Come on, girl, you know better than that."
"Well ... we thought we'd try it anyway," I said defensively.
"And then this man asks you to make ten bucks in five minutes, not mowing his lawn or washing his dishes but to please him physically, right? That's all he wanted. He didn't want you to drink Drano or anything, baby, he just wanted you to make him feel nice. And that made you feel bad? Hey, girl, you better think again."
I rested against his broad chest and thought about it. Evert was right, I'd been more upset than the situation warranted. But how could that man ask me to do something I had never done before? Why, I was willing to bet I couldn't have done it even if I had wanted to ... was that the reason he upset me so much? Evert got to that point at the same time I did.
"Maybe you thought you'd make a fool of yourself by not doing it right," he said in his deep, quiet voice. "It's not easy to do it right, baby, very few women can do it the way men want it done. But maybe you shouldn't know yet, after all, you're still so young."
"That's not it!" I protested, my pride stung. "I could do it if I wanted to. I mean, he just told me to suck it and I learned that with my first lollipop!"
"Uh-hum," said Evert. He let me get up off his lap and turned his attention to the washer, I leaned against the wall and watched him moodily. How dare he suggest I couldn't do it! Anybody could! What was so hard about sucking, anyway? "Has any woman done that to you, Evert?" I asked reluctantly. "Has any woman done it properly, I mean?"
"Yes, one," he said without looking up. "She was great at it because she loved to do it, she didn't do it as a favor to me. And she worked on her technique, too, always improving, always keeping a step ahead of me. Yeah, when she sucked my dick I was in heaven, baby, right on cloud nine."
"She was that good?" He nodded with conviction, and I wondered what had made her so good. Practice, instruction, or was it just more instinct?
"She is that good," Evert grinned. I wanted to know who it was but he wouldn't tell me. Whoever it was, she had to be great to make Evert smile. He was a very serious man for most of the time. "But don't worry, Renee, you could be just as good, maybe better, if you get taught right."
"Who would teach me?" I asked, and then I saw the answer in his eyes. "You would?" I could hardly believe my luck. "Oh thanks, Evert, that's really good of you."
"Think nothing of it," he said. "Come over here and I'll show you how to start." He sat in an old chair near the window which overlooked the driveway so he would know when my parents came home, and once he was comfortable I walked right up to him and stood between his outspread legs. Now that I was so close to him he looked very big to me, and I remembered watching him play with himself a few nights earlier, that big black cock poking up high over his closed fist and silhouetted against the TV screen. Would he be good to practice on? It seemed to me I should begin with a smaller size. But he was so obliging. He told me to kneel up close to his crotch and to open his zipper. "That's the way, baby," he said in his deep, soothing voice, "you're doing just fine. Open my fly right up now and reach into my pants. See if you can find him. Yeah, you got it, now take him right out and be nice to him. If he likes you he'll stand up for you and do tricks." He laughed to himself but I believed him anyway.
His cock was heavy and limp when it came out, very dark even in the light of day. I couldn't imagine what he would get out of my putting his dick into my mouth but when I touched it with my lips I felt it pulse a bit and swell up. That fascinated me. I kissed it some more, pressing my lips against the helmet-shaped knob and the long, thick stalk, and his cock kept growing and growing as it got to liking me more and more. It was almost as big as it had been the other night, but I was a lot closer to it this time. "This wouldn't fit into my mouth," I said, staring at the rising cock. "It's far too big!"
"No it ain't," said Evert. "Try your luck, Renee, you'll surprise yourself. All you have to do is relax and love what you're doing, it's as easy as that. Try taking it in your mouth now, open wide, that's it, and let it slide in. Aaaahhh, that's the way, baby, that's the way!" He settled back and half-closed his eyes, nodding contentedly. It was a real strain for me to get my lips around that swollen protuberance but it was exciting to try it anyway. The expression on his face and the hardness of his cock egged me on.
"Use your tongue some," he suggested, and I made it run around the top of his dick to get his approval.
At first I was far more interested in the details of his cock and that heavy sac of balls below. I ran my fingers along the thick, throbbing stalk, feeling the veins bulge with blood, the tight curls that grew thin and wide, and the wrinkles of his scrotum that disappeared only when his balls began. The urge to experience his genitals orally came upon me as suddenly and powerfully as it had the previous night when Janet's black pussy had lured me down. I took my mouth from the towering knob and sucked at his dick all the way down and around, heading for that crumpled ball bag and the heavy eggs it contained. Evert let me have my way. He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, watching the smoke and inhaling deeply. I was glad he had something else to do because now I felt free to explore him at my leisure. He was so different from me and Janet. His muscles were so much bigger and harder, his thighs were so strong, and that massive cock-just looking at it made me cringe in my loins!
"Try taking my dick in your mouth again, Renee-you'll see you can fit more in this time." Obediently I closed my lips around his knob and found he was right! My mouth slipped over his glans and down to the beginning of his shaft. It stopped there but I had already exceeded my expectations. "Now keep sucking and moving your head up and down, nice and easy, concentrate on what you're doing, that's the girl Oh, yes, that's how it's done. Now don't forget your tongue, wrap it around the head, use it for all it's worth. And chafe it lightly with your teeth-ouch! Real gentle, like a feather. Yeah ... oh yeah, that's very good."
I was glad he was so happy and I tried harder just for him. But I wasn't martyring myself. My body glowed with all sorts of new sensations and my pussy was dripping steadily into my panties as the joy juices ran over the limits of my box. He was so hard! I couldn't get over that. His cock was like a nightstick and it was all my doing!
"Try again, baby, dip right down," He said hoarsely. "It feels so good when you do that. I want you to take all of it in your mouth, right down your throat. Don't get nervous about that, just keep aiming for that. Soon enough you'll have the knack and you'll please every man who ever comes your way."
"Won't I gag?" I asked. He assured me I'd be all right as long as I kept breathing regularly. That was a distant worry for me, though. Even at my best I could only get half of his cock into my mouth, and when his knob bumped into my palate it wasn't far enough back to give me trouble. I forgot about that and kept on sucking him and fondling his balls, thinking of how else I could please him. While I sucked and I undid his dungarees and pulled them down a way to get at his hard, ribbed stomach muscles. This was wonderful! I felt more of his cock going into my mouth as my jaw muscles relaxed. Evert was getting restless. He caressed my hair and his lips twisted from side to side. Heavy sighs escaped him, he was inhaling noisily through his nose and his cock pushed down deeper, deeper, until he was further down my throat than any doctor's instrument had been. I managed to keep my breathing regular even though my head was spinning. Yes, I was learning, I was getting it, I was mastering it!
"Oh shit!" I heard him hiss. He pushed me away and hastily stood up to peer back through the window. "There's your folks. Quick, get out of here!" He turned away from the window and opened the washing machine in which another load of washing had been churning away. His fist closed around his cock and he held the head so that it pointed at the wash. His muscles rippled as he tugged at the cock's skin, once, twice, thrice, and then a powerful spurt of white fluid escaped to join the soap bubbles. "Go on, get out of here!"
My legs were unsteady and my panties needed to be wrung out, but I headed for the married quarters just the same. It wasn't hard to find the same house again. All those kids were still playing there, and when I knocked on the door the sergeant appeared once more, a little bemused but friendly. He didn't say anything, just opened the door and let me in. A ten-dollar note was pressed into my hand and he sat down on the couch. There was a ballgame on TV and the sergeant kept on watching it while I undid his pants and took out his cock. Ah, this was a more manageable size. Seven inches of brown cock appeared, topped by a rosy knob that fitted between my lips easily. He was already half-hard when I began and in no time at all it had expanded to its full size. I couldn't get all of him into my mouth at first but I kept at it, sucking him and licking him like Evert had taught me, kissing his balls and belly, working him up and getting myself higher and higher, until my muscles relaxed enough to accommodate all of him.
"Yeaaaahhhhh!" he sighed, stroking my face and pushing his hips at me to feed me every last millimeter of dick. He was choking me and yet it didn't matter. Seven inches of hard cock throbbed inside my mouth like an idling motor, seven inches of pure manhood that pulsed for me, and this time I was going to suck every last drop of juice out of those balls. I hadn't fully realized that it was the sergeant, not Evert, who was fucking my face. The transition had been brief and cloudy, and when I closed my eyes they felt approximately the same. What a lovely thing it was! The skin was as soft as the flesh was hard, rough pubic hair brushed against my nose, the smell of sweat made my nostrils quiver, and his prolonged sighs were an inspiration to me. I used my teeth very subtly, wrapped my tongue about his knob and around that smooth ledge of foreskin below. Both my hands were at his ball bag, weighing and cupping them, squeezing them carefully, and the sergeant began to squirm just as Evert had. It wouldn't be long now!
"Do it, baby, make me come!" he whispered. "Suck it good and hard, come on, don't spare the horses. Good, go to it, suck it! Oh baby, that's terrific, harder now, take it right down your throat-AH, AAAARRGGHHHH, YEAH, OH CHRIST YESSSSSSS!!" Suddenly my mouth was filled with a tepid whey fluid that went down salty, a delicious creamy fluid which soothed my strained muscles and the fire in my belly. Great blasts of it followed one after the other, filling me to capacity, making me choke, but I wouldn't surrender a drop of his passion juice! I sucked at his dick to get it all out but found that he was diminishing in size and not nearly as generous with his cream now. My hands closed around the base of his dick and squeezed it tightly to hold his wilting member in place. That worked for a while but eventually he just dropped out of my mouth. I still didn't want to give up. I couldn't figure out why he couldn't keep his erection! Was it something I had done wrong?
"That's enough, let it go now," he said, pushing me away gently. "You were very good for such a young girl, very good indeed. Now you'd better get out of here before my wife comes back from the supermarket."
"Oh sure, yes of course," I said, bewildered and without my bearings, "I'm sorry it went down like that."
"So am I," he laughed. "Next time I'll try to keep it up for longer." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the lower half of my face clean of his cream, and then he got me to stand up so I could make my way out of his house. I walked out like a zombie. Something hadn't clicked with me but I couldn't figure out what it was. Why had his cock gone down so fast? And why did my body feel so feverish and tremorous? When I got home Evert was working in the kitchen, and my folks were in the living room. I asked him and he told me the answers. Men always shrank after climaxing, and I was hot because I was ... well, hot! He seemed to find the whole incident very amusing.
I spent the rest of that afternoon taking it very easy. The ten-dollar bill lay on my dressing table and although I was proud to have earned some money at last, I didn't think my contribution would look all that great next to what the others would bring in. Eva and Louise had been assigned to the officers' married quarters, a more profitable lode to mine, no doubt. Oh well, ten bucks was better than nothing.
After dinner I walked over to Farley Morrow's house but only her husband was home. He opened the door and stood in front of me wearing his dress uniform, so handsome and imposing, medal ribbons on his left breast, unit and regimental insignias on his sleeves, his uniform snug over his athletic physique, and his clear blue eyes zeroed in on mine as if he had something in mind. "Farley had to visit her mother this evening," _he told me, "so the meeting will be held at Marcie's house instead. But why don't you come in for a minute?"
"What for?" I asked.
"Well, I heard you girls were trying to raise money for the gym. You could earn some here." He opened the door wider and looked around the street to see if anyone was watching. "I've got twenty dollars here-doesn't that interest you?"
"Sure it does," I said, and stepped inside. I felt uncomfortable with him now that Farley wasn't here. Would she approve of what I was doing? He could have given her the twenty dollars. But then I thought of the amount of money the others would be bringing in, and it seemed frivolous of me to turn down any opportunity. "What do you want me to do?"
He didn't answer but led me into the living room. After closed the curtains and turning all but one small corner lamp off, he sat on the armrest of an easy chair and said: "I want you to take off all your clothes." I stared at him uncomprehendingly. "I want you to strip off every last item of clothing and I want you to stand in the center of the room stark naked," he went on, his voice growing huskier with every word. "That's all, you only have to move around a bit and adopt whatever position I tell you to take on, understand?"
"But what would Farley say?" I asked.
"How will she find out about it? From you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Then go ahead and do as I tell you. Here's the twenty dollars, put it in your pocket and begin."
I didn't know what else to do so I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, much as if I was getting ready for bed in the privacy of my own room. I folded it neatly and turned to him to see if that was all right. The Lt. Colonel's eyes were on my breasts and his hands were folded on his lap. The gleam in his eyes told me I was doing just fine. My sandals came off next and that left me with only a pair of jeans and a pair of panties to go. Did he want to see me naked right away? I looked at him again, hoping for a clue, because I had heard that men like women to strip slowly, and to tease them a little. But the man sat there impassively.
My jeans came off and I laid them out over a nearby chair. When I straightened up he told me to keep my panties on for a while longer, and to walk from one side of the room to the other. "Keep going," he said when I had completed one lap. "I love to see the roll of your little buns when you walk, just keep walking until I tell you to stop." To my astonishment he unbuttoned the fly of his uniform pants and took out his cock. He was hard and his cock stood tall, which led me to think Farley was very lucky. He leaned back and started masturbating slowly. "Beautiful. Stamp your feet a bit when you put them down so your tits and ass quiver more, right, that's the way, come down hard. How old are you, Renee?"
"Sixteen," I said. What a curious man he was.
And are you still a virgin? Has any man ever stuck his thing into you?"
"I'm still a virgin," I said, blushing now. I wanted to leave at once but he kept asking me questions. Did I play with myself? Did I get my fingers sticky late at night? What did I think of his cock, would I like to feel it between my legs? I answered him as well as I could, but at that last question I bridled. "No!" I exclaimed. "We're not married!"
"Take your panties off now," he said, changing the tone of the occasion abruptly. His smile vanished, an intent look came into his eyes, and when I bent down to slip my panties down he made me turn my back to him. "Bend down further and keep your knees straight," I heard him say. The whisking sound of his hand brushing along the stiff material of his open fly kept up a steady beat. "Walk around some more and bring your feet down hard. Ah yes, oh that's very good, what a body you've got! Only sixteen, huh? You are going to have a pair of tits that'll knock everybody's eyes out in a year or two, take my word for it. Does your pussy ever get juicy, Renee? Is it juicy now? Feel and tell me if it is."
"Please, Colonel, I don't think I should be doing this."
"You've been paid for it," he reminded me. He had me there. I slipped a finger in between my pussy lips and ran it down the moist groove. "Hold it up, let me see." I pushed the finger at his face and the Colonel sniffed at it appreciatively. "Fine, fine, now walk around more."
He made me walk, bend, sit, squat, lie down flat on the floor and spread out my limbs, and he just sat there the whole time and tugged at his cock. Suddenly he barked at me to bring over a box of tissues, and to grab a handful. "Hold it right in front of my dick," he said, straining and sweating. "Don't spill a drop now, you hear!" The first spurt blew out before I expected it but I was right there to catch it "Keep it there," he said after the shooting had stopped. We waited in silence for a minute and then he squeezed another thick drop out of his cock. "Now flush it down the John," he said curtly. When I came back he looked as correct as he had when he first came to the door. I dressed and he showed me out. My envy for Farley had subsided considerably. He was cold and I was hot, that wasn't the way it was meant to be! Or was it?
I tried to think about it on the way to Marcie's house but I just didn't know enough about anything to form a conclusion. Evert would tell me. I was lucky to have him for a friend because without him I'd have no one to tell me what was going on in my life. My body felt cramped and overheated inside and I felt more like crying than going to the meeting. I could already see their faces and I could hear them say: "Oh, only thirty dollars! What did you do all day, sit on your fat ass?"
The girls were seated around a large table in the living room of Marcie's house. They were quiet when I walked in which was unusual. I decided to get it over with so I threw the money on the table and said: "Here it is, the sum total of my earnings for the day. I'm sorry there's not more of it but people really didn't want their lawns mowed today." I sat down and eyed them defiantly.
"Thirty bucks!" Eva picked the bills up and examined them closely. "Holy shit, what did you do, break into your piggy bank?"
"Wow!" said the others, craning their necks to get a good look. "How did you make so much?" I was taken aback by their reaction. One by one they told me how much they had earned. The total came to close on five dollars. "And two of those dollars were given to me by my father for keeping my mouth shut over breakfast," admitted Marcie.
"Tell us now, what did you have to do for all that money?" asked Eva.
"Oh, the visual stuff," I said, playing for time. "I cut a few lawns, washed a few cars, and it all added up."
"Her father's the general, that's why she was so well paid," said Louise with a touch of spite to her voice. "Hell, I walked all over the base and all I got for my troubles was a bunch of lewd suggestions."
"Me too!" chorused the others, and Eva added: "We could have made a fortune if we'd taken them up, couldn't we?" There was a pregnant pause during which all eyes turned to me. I could feel the blood rush hotly to my face and this was not what I needed.
"What are you saying!" I yelled. "You think I did dirty things for this money, right? Well, that's bullshit, I worked my ass off for it and I think it's really unfair that you four couldn't have contributed your share to the pot!"
"Don't get upset," said Janet. She took my hand under the table and squeezed it. That calmed me down a little. The others changed the subject but the money lay in the center of the table like a silent accusation. The girls were depressed and no matter how much Marcie tried to cheer them up they always came back to the same point: how could we hope to get several thousands of dollars together at this rate?
"Come on girls," Marcie said finally, "my folks won't be back till late so why don't we go up to my room and have a few drinks. I've got a bottle stashed away in there for occasions like these. How about it?"
None of us were adept at drinking but we were so down that we were willing to try anything. To me the whiskey tasted like lukewarm water with a bite, but I drank it down just the same, and pretty soon my head felt lighter and nothing bothered me quite as much. All of us sat on Marcie's big bed and sipped at our second drinks, music throbbing quietly in the background, and in this state it was only natural that the conversation should turn to sex.
"This one soldier came up to me," said Eva^ "and he said to me: "I want to lick your pussy and stick my tongue right up your tight little asshole, and then I want to jerk off between your big, beautiful tits!' I didn't know what to do! He kept talking to me like that, his face deadpan and his lips were hardly moving, saying how he wanted to fuck me until I couldn't sit down anymore and that he wanted to blow his wad into my face and spread it all around and in my hair. Oh God, I thought I was going to die right there. It was like my feet were nailed to the ground, you know? Anyway, someone came along and that stopped him. What an awful man!"
We shrilled with laughter and agreed he was awful, but in my inflamed mind I could see the soldier doing just that to Eva, and that hot tension which had plagued me all day became even worse. "Have you ever slept with a man, Eva?" asked Janet out of nowhere. The girls fell silent and looked at Eva. She started to nod 'yes' but then she swallowed and shook her head.
"No, never. There was one guy a few months ago who got me into his bed once but we didn't do anything except fool around, nothing serious. I want to do it, you know, but it scares me."
"Me too," said Louise. "One guy today was home all by himself and he offered me a hundred dollars if I would come into his bedroom. Think of that! A hundred dollars! He was nice-looking, too, young and he had nice hands with" big fingers." She shivered and quickly gulped at her drink. "I don't know what it is about big fingers," she giggled. "I only have to see a man with hands like that and I get this strange feeling right here." She ran her hand over her lower belly and I felt the same thing, I wanted to run my hand over the lovely Eurasian's belly, too, but without those jeans coming between us. Her skin was a light brown color all over and her flesh looked very soft. She was the opposite of Janet in many ways. Her ass was flat and the cheeks were anything but assertive, just two soft globes that yielded even to a glance. Under the shower I had seen her pubic hair, a narrow line that ran from the top of her slit to widen slightly over her pubic mound, long and curled at the top to form two merging waves over her flesh. And her labia was just about free of hair so that their plumpness was always visible. But that was under the showers. I wanted to see her right at that moment in this very different context!
"I don't know about that," said Marcie, the tomboy. "My daddy's got big fingers but that doesn't turn me on." That led to a discussion of what turned who on, and my tenseness, my mounting lust, and the liquor combined to make me very impatient with them. When the conversation paused for a second I broke in, saying that I wanted to tell them the truth of how I made the money. They were all ears.
"You didn't believe me before and you were quite right," I said earnestly. "I didn't get that money by being a girl scout. No, I sucked a sergeant's dick for ten of those dollars and I posed in the nude for an officer so he could beat off over me." Dead silence. Their eyes were like saucers. "That's right, I posed in the nude. There he was in his dress uniform with his dick sticking out and his hand moving up and down his stalk like a blur, and I was showing him my pussy and everything. The whole thing took maybe ten minutes, it didn't hurt and it made me twenty dollars. You girls have to decide what you want. If you want the new floor you're going to have to change your attitude. If you don't, then we just have to learn to put up with the conditions as they are."
They were still silent, but now they were exchanging looks. What do you think? I don't know, what do you think? Janet was the least disturbed but she was still surprised. And Eva, who I had thought was so worldly and so far ahead of us, had turned scarlet with embarrassment. But when Janet decided to break the knot, Eva was the last to protest.
"Why don't you show us what you did for that man?" said Janet softly. "Then next time we'll know what to do and how to do it. Would you mind?"
I looked at my teammates and none of them was against that idea. So I nodded and said: "Not at all."
CHAPTER FOUR
Marcie emptied the bottle into our glasses only to see the last of her liquor drained in an instant "Wait a minute," she said, "I'll just get one of Daddy's bottles. Hell never know the difference."
"Get some ice, too," said Eva. She turned her attention back to me and asked: "Did he take his thing out before you stripped or after?"
"I forget," The distraction irritated me. I had felt myself slipping back into the mood just as Marcia had interrupted and now I was suspended between lust and frustration. The girls waited impatiently, and when she came back in she was told to hurry and pour. With filled glasses and clinking ice cubes, they waited for me to go on.
"He made me strip off everything but my panties," I said, recalling the incident vividly, "and he sat as far from me as you girls are now. He didn't say much except to make me strike a different pose." I began to take my clothes off as I talked. "And when I looked at him he had his cock in his hand, and he was stroking it like this." I imitated the motion exaggeratedly, beating off a broomstick in the air. The girls gasped as their imaginations supplied the picture. "It was so big that it would have ripped me open if he had raped me," I went on. "And the head of it was bigger and wider than the shaft so he'd hook inside your pussy. I was so frightened that he would attack me that I did everything he told me to do immediately! And when I got down to my panties he made me walk around and he kept telling me how he liked to see my buns in motion. Can you imagine that?" I was down to my panties again and I walked back and forth in front of the girls. Eva, Louise, and Marcie were uncertain about their feelings, but Janet had no doubts. She sat slightly back from the others and rubbed her crotch with the side of her hand, hard, to get through the denim of her dungarees, and she smiled at me with pure lechery in her eyes. That gave me the fillip I needed. She had me back in the mood, sexy and hot, feeling the tingling in my loins grow into a storm of desire. And the way I looked at the girls had changed now, as if the lenses had been altered. They were no longer just my teammates and friends, they were women with breasts and pussies, women with sex exuding from their every pore, women with whom to make love!
I stopped briefly to drink a sip and then I went on, doing more than I had thought of doing for the Colonel. My movements became grossly suggestive, leading with my pubic bone and shaking my cheeks, and it wasn't long before the others began to resemble Janet in their appreciation of my antics. like me, they were getting high from the liquor and the atmosphere in the small room, but it felt as though my horniness was contagious and spreading. "And then he said to take off my panties and to do it all over in the nude," I said at a strategic moment.
"Yay!" cried the girls, clapping their hands and watching me with unabashed interest now.
"All right, but only if you're ready for it!" I said, grinding and bumping, pulling my panties right up so the crotch pulled tight into my cunt slit. My hips pulsed out at them and my tongue ran along my lips to get them good and wet. It was as if I had lost control or as if my hidden self was coining to the fore! I acted out fantasies that hadn't manifested themselves yet, and I was doing it so well that I had the team squirming with suppressed excitement.
"Go to it!" cried Eva. She had her hands high up between her thighs and rocked back and forth. "Take it off, baby! 'Attaway to go!"
"Do it, do it!" shouted Louise. Her shoes were off and she had her legs folded under her so that the balls of her feet pushed into her upper thighs. Her normally calm face showed great animation and she bounced up and down as if she was at an exciting football match. Marcie, on the other hand, looked cowed by the whole performance. She watched but I got the impression that she didn't understand what was going on. Janet was ahead of all of them. She had undone her jeans and she had her hand stuck down between her legs, masturbating over my performance and egging me oil.
My panties came off and I flung them up into the air. Hands reached out for the flimsy garment, but none were faster than Marcie's. She held the panties and looked embarrassed but she didn't give them up. She placed them on her legs and resumed her role of spectator. I was starting to see through her confusion and, to make sure of what I was seeing I moved in dose to her, jutting and strutting, pushing my tits up with both hands and making fucking motions with my pubic mound, pursing my lips at her, and the pretty black tomboy broke out into a sweat. She tried to unbutton her blouse a little but her hands trembled too much and several buttons came off. I pointed at her and said: 'That's the way, Marcie, take it off, everybody take it off, let's all be naked!"
My timing was perfect. The girls jumped off the bed and excitedly helped each other off with their clothes, and I kept on moving in and out of the group as if it was up to me to maintain the right pitch. Someone put the music on loudly and that let them pretend we were just dancing in the nude. But there was more to, it than that, much more! As the clothes came off the girls moved closer together, gyrating at each other, coming on strong, flirting, submitting, and I was right in the thick of it! Eva's big tits hobbled by me; Marcie kept her hands over her chest to hide her lack of breast; Louise's golden body barely quivered as she danced and brushed against me; Janet's familiar form took on new beauty in this setting, and when she turned her back to me I watched her full-blown, firm cheeks shake and bounce, and I just wanted to attack her! Marcie danced alongside the black girl and now there were two black bottoms aquiver in front of me, four buns that shone in the dim light and moved as though they had soccer balls under their polished skins. Eva turned and joined them, her ass all the whiter next to theirs, flatter too, but round enough to make me want to squeeze her cheeks with all my might. And then Louise joined the line-up, flatter than Eva and softer, her buttocks flouncing with every step and folding in on itself. My head was spinning but they had no mercy on me. As if they had rehearsed this whole show they turned around and confronted me with their pussies and their tits, shaking and jiggling, pulsing at me, dancing closer and closer ...
If the record hadn't come to a stop they might have attacked me in force right there and then, but the music stopped abruptly and Marcie broke out of line to put something else on. The girls had a moment to see what they were doing and instantly they headed back to the bed and poured themselves another drink. "If she can make thirty bucks in a day by blowing a guy and stripping for another," Eva announced suddenly, "then I'm going to get into that racket, too. Screw mowing lawns and screw doing ironings for large families! That's not where the money is! It's right here!" She cupped her big tits in both hands and bounced them up and down. "And here!" She patted herself on the ass and smiled smugly.
"Don't forget that little thing right there," said Janet. Her long black finger touched Eva's pussy and fingered it for just a split second, long enough to make Eva jump, "That's right, that's the biggest source of revenue of them all," Janet grinned. 'There isn't a woman alive who will ever be broke for long while she has a pussy between her legs. Men will do anything for a taste of it or the use of it, take it from me."
"She's right, though," Eva said thoughtfully. "Pussy is where it's at. We were stupid not to realize this before. If men want to touch me there for money, that's fine with me. What about the rest of you?"
"But what if they want to ... you know?" asked Marcie. Her eyes were wide open and she kept taking small sips of her drink, "Then what do we do?"
Now the roomful of virgins fell silent. I had thought about that, too, and in all honesty the idea terrified me. I wanted to take a man that way but I didn't think it was possible, not without a great deal of pain. Was it worth it? My mother enjoyed doing it with Daddy? but she probably got used to the pain.
"Why not!" Eva said defiantly. She jumped off the bed and held her glass high in the air. "For a lot of money I'll do anything!"
"Me too!" Louise and Janet were with her but Marcie demurred She was frightened by the situation and suggested we forget about the basketball all together rather than surrender our cherries.
"What if our parents find out?" she asked. "I don't know about yours but they'd kill me! After all, my father is the chaplain on this base!"
"Yeah ... " said the girls, thoughtful now. I knew how my parents would react. The general wasn't going-to like his daughter fucking around with subordinates. It was Eva who brought us back from our moody rumination.
"Hey, we're not stupid," she said breezily. The bottle went around again at her urging, and she continued: "All we have to do is warn our customers that they should keep their mouths shut or we'll he charging them with rape. Now we're officers' daughters, our words are better than theirs, and that's what we're going to play on. You girls have to realize that this base belongs to us!"
Marcie remained hesitant and Eva suggested we should initiate the tomboy into heavy petting so she wouldn't get too big a shock when she went out to earn some money. Marcie tried to escape but we pounced on her as one laid her out on the bed. I didn't know what the others were going through but I was positively drooling over her little body. Those black nipples set on small mounds, the hard, flat belly, and that protruding pubic mound with only a smattering of curls on it, made her look like a cross between a girl and a boy, and both sexes turned me on. My hands were the first to make contact with the smoothness of her skin, just the arms at first so the others wouldn't think I was too keen. But when they placed their hands on her I noticed they weren't shy about touching her tiny tits or her thighs-or that knobbly pubic mound!
Janet was the most forward. She caressed the deep slit of Marcie's plump pussy, dragging a finger in the depression until it parted and revealed petal like magenta inner HDS which in turn gave way to show the pinkness beneath. The girls oohed and aahed at that, and Eva was tactless enough to comment on all races being the same color inside. But Marcie didn't notice it. Her worried face relaxed as Janet's finger found her clitoris and rubbed it the right way. Louise had settled next to the tomboy on the bed and concentrated on the nearer tit, pinching the nipple and squeezing what there was to be squeezed. She became very absorbed in this and I watched her with some curiosity. Louise was so remote as a rule, so careful to conceal her tracks, yet she made love to Marcie's left tit as though it were her own!
Eva had squatted at Marcie's feet and peered up along her legs while her hand rubbed and kneaded the girl's ankles and calves. "Let me touch her there," she said to Janet, and Janet moved aside to let the voluptuous brunette get at that plump, almost naked black pussy. "Oooohhh, isn't that nice!" she exclaimed. "Do you like it when I rub you here, Marcie? You do? So do I." She didn't have to say anymore. Janet moved swiftly in behind Eva, who was now on all fours, and began to kiss the cheeks of her ass in the direction of the brown-haired pussy bulging out from between her thighs. That left me out in the cold. Marcie's right tit didn't interest me all that much, certainly not when compared to her pussy. And Eva was having such a good time fingering the little black girl that she wouldn't want to pause for even a minute.
To make the time pass pleasantly I sat on the edge of the bed and played with myself. The others were getting more and more involved with the job in hand. Janet was sucking and slurping at Eva's cunt like it was the only meal she expected to get, and Louise had gone down on Marcie's tits. The Eurasian's ass pointed directly away from me, at the wall, and whether she wanted me to or not she was going to have that part of her visited! I slipped over Marcie and behind Louise to get at her light brown ass, and the moment my hands touched her soft flesh I was on the way. My lips stroked along the tautly drawn globes and the tip of my tongue left a thin wet trail, circling, meandering, but always headed for the split between her cheeks. Blondish brown hair grew in tiny tufts by the sides of her labia all the way to her pubis, but from the lower end of her cunt back she was completely hairless. Her asshole was a darker brown than the rest of her, a strange little mouth set in a polished valley that petered out further toward her spine, and it was to that tiny pit that my tongue was drawn. I didn't really want to touch on her anus, not with the kind of upbringing I'd had. But in this mood I wanted to sample every part of her body, I wanted to explore her and love her, and I wanted to keep the best bit till last-which meant her pussy would be my dessert.
Did she like it? The tip of my tongue found her asshole and poked into the center of the puckered muscles. Her body trembled briefly but she kept right on sucking Marcie's tits. My hands ran from her buttocks to her inner thighs and squeezed her there so her orifices open up more. Now the first breath of her back passage reached my nostrils and to my surprise and pleasure it was nothing like the fart I'd expected. No, it was a little stale and dank, like excellent old cheese and, like old cheese, it didn't taste the way it smelled. My tongue sank into the opening hollow and licked all around. If anything, it tasted just like pussy!
Yes, she did like it. Her ass wiggled from side to side and her legs were parting wider, but in her every motion she took care to keep her asshole and my tongue neatly centered. My finger found its way into her cunt and rode in and out of the slippery passage but that was secondary to the gustatory pleasures I got from her ass. A woman's body was just full of surprises, I thought, sticking my tongue deeper and deeper into the Eurasian. She was groaning and writhing now, and she must have bitten Marcie's tit because the black girl let out a cry of pain. To one side of me Janet and Eva were gradually folding in on each other to lock their bodies into a tight sixty-nine, and as Eva evacuated Marcie's pussy, so Louise moved in to fill the gap.
Everything was happening so fluidly now. Louise bent low to stick her face between Marcie's legs and Marcie crawled around to get up in between my legs where she generated more passion than I could cope with. We sucked and ate and spluttered, swallowing up juice and sweat, digging fingers in wherever they would fit, first sticking to our separate cliques, but as passions burned higher the other two joined us to form a sprawling daisy chain of mouth and pussy. It was like being plugged into a power point at both ends! Climaxes traveled the whole length of the chair, starting in me, rippling through Louise, Eva, Janet, Marcie, and back to me, whirling, gathering volume and density, until the five of us broke apart simultaneously and cried out in ecstasy!
"I wonder what it's like, though," Louise said, thinking aloud, "I mean, when a man enters you with his thing. Does it hurt?"
"There's two ways of finding out," said Eva. She rested on her knees between Louise's legs and stroked her pussy slowly. "One way is to go out and get laid. Another way is to let me do it to you-"
"You? But you don't-" Before she could state the obvious, Eva placed her finger to her lips and motioned for us all to be silent. She stuck her index finger out and showed it to Louise, who nodded. Then, slowly working the finger into her pussy, she began to demonstrate how it would feel for a man to shove his dick into her. She didn't hurry. The finger went in bit by bit, moving back and forth to spread her juice around, the first joint disappearing easily into the Eurasian's full, light brown lips, the rest following when Eva applied more strength. We watched intently, identifying wholly with her hole, squirming when Louise squirmed, gasping when she did, and when Eva slipped a second finger up the girl's pussy we all said: "OOOOHHH!" as if it was our cunts that suddenly caved in. Her labia disappeared and she began to sit up in defense; but then she lay back with a delighted moan and spread her legs as wide as she could.
"You see, it feels nice, doesn't it?" said Eva, panting a little. She had the palm of her upturned and drove the two fingers in and out with a relentless beat, sweating and obviously getting restless. The joint of another finger bumped into Louise's clitoris at every down-stroke, and I wondered if that was actually what made it so nice for her. I had pushed the odd finger up my pussy, too, but it hadn't done all that much for me unless I was tremendously horny to begin with. Eva's fingers were right up there and she kept trying to push them further up without drawing back for a second, urgent, pushy, shoving Louise over the brink several times in quick succession. The girl was completely lost in her passions, crying out, her eyes glassy, fingers grasping at anything that came near for moral support, and her body was shaking and trembling in convulsive spasms. We could hear the fluids slosh about inside her pussy and see them drip out in slow, white dollops. I wanted to feel what she was going through, I wanted to have Eva's fingers up me ... but in the back of my mind a different plan was growing. Why should I settle for fingers when I could get at a real thing so easily? If I asked Evert nicely he would do it to me, I was sure of it!
I recalled the size of his big black cock and shivered in fear. He would hurt me but wouldn't the girls be impressed when they heard I had actually done it? Besides, Evert was a man of the world, he would know how to take care of me even as he was hurting me. I liked the idea a lot and started to plot the details.
Janet and Marcie were fingering each other now, lying close to Eva and Louise and leaving plenty of room for me to join if I wanted to. But I put my clothes back on and told them I'd see them later. They weren't happy to see me go but they were too busy to stop me. I walked out of the house and breathed in the cool, bracing night air in large gulps, and I felt my courage rising. If Evert wouldn't show me what sex was all about I'd soon find someone else!
I crept into the front yard and looked through\ the windows to determine where my parents were. They were watching TV. Evert was in the kitchen. I came in the back way and motioned for him to be silent. "What's the matter?" he whispered.
"Can I see you in your room?" I asked.
"Sure, baby, give me ten minutes and then I'll be free." I went into his room and turned on the TV. There were very large butterflies in my stomach. I took a cigarette from a packet he had lying on his bedside table and lit it before really inspecting it. The cigarette felt peculiar but I figured he had probably rolled it himself. Only when I drew the smoke into my lungs did I realize this wasn't tobacco. It was mellow smoke that dried my throat out in an instant, and the acrid smell turned my suspicion into conviction. Evert had several more joints stuck in the cigarette pack so it didn't bother me to smoke the one I had taken out by mistake. Such good grass! It didn't make my nerves go away but it did make them pleasurable. I began to chortle to myself. The joint had turned into a tiny roach that threatened to burn my fingers but I took one last drag long enough to bring the fire down to my fingerprints. A flash of pain burned in that precise location but again it traveled no further. The chortling turned to giggles, and before I knew it I was rolling about on his bed and laughing my head off.
"What's going on here?" said Evert, he sniffed once and knew. "That's expensive stuff, baby," he said, closing the door after him. "I sure hope it made you feel good, otherwise it's money down the drain."
"I feel great!" I hiccupped.
"That's good." He lit one for himself, took a long, long drag on it and passed it over to me.
"Listen ... listen, I have to ask you something really important." I tried to sit up but I just couldn't be bothered. "Evert, I want you to know I really appreciate what you did for me in the laundry, and I don't want you to think I'll go on taking advantage of you, but I have to ask you ... will you show me what it's like? Sex, I mean."
"You want me to make love to you?" Evert looked at me incredulously. "Baby, you must be kidding. If your Daddy was to catch us doing that he'd have me drummed out of the Army in two seconds flat with a dishonorable discharge! I can't afford that and you know it. Now why don't you go to your own bed and forget this thing? Hell, you're only sixteen, there's plenty of time."
"No, I want you to do it," I said. "If you don't someone else will have to because I want to know what it's like right now. Besides, you know Daddy's not going to find out. When does he ever come down to your room?"
"There's always a first time." Evert lit another joint and stared at the television. "Shit, you little white girls are nothing but trouble for black men, you know that."
"Oh, you're going to take that line, are you?" If he could change tactics, so could I. "Well, tell me now, what's happening between you and my mother?" The question was badly phrased. I wanted to know why she liked for him to stick the douche nozzle into her pussy instead of letting Daddy do it. But Evert spun around and stared at me with his eyes open.
"What do you know about that!" he hissed.
"Enough to know Daddy's not going to do anything if he finds you with me," I bluffed. Evert waited for me to say more. "I don't know much more than that but I'm very curious. Why don't you level with me, Evert-we're friends aren't we?"
"Yeah, right," he said, shaking Ms head. "Listen baby, your mama and I have been lovers for as long as I've been with your daddy. He knows all about it, he's even seen me making it with her. But before you go jumping to conclusions you have to know that your parents aren't very close even though they like each other all right. Since you were born your mother's had a hard time getting your father to make love, and he felt sorry for her so he got me to take his place now and then. He doesn't mind, she doesn't, and I certainly don't What I don't like is that she can't come sleep with me here every night." He stopped talking abruptly and lit up a standard cigarette. He was brooding now and I knew it'd take some effort to get his attention back on me. In a different mood I would have asked him more questions but at that moment I just wanted to get my defloration over and done with.
"Never mind about all that stuff," I said, sitting close to him and placing my arm over his broad shoulders. "Tell me now if you want me or not. I'd really appreciate it if you would show me what it's like, Evert, but if you won't I'll understand." He looked at me strangely for a minute and then his face broke into a grin. He nodded his head and took me into his arms to kiss me fervently.
"Of course I want you, baby," he whispered. "A beautiful young girl like you is wanted by every man. Just make sure you keep all this stuff to yourself, hear?"
"I promise."
"Hey," he said suddenly, sniffing at me, "what's this I smell? Have you got pussy on your face? What have you and your friends been doing?" I was shocked and didn't know what to say. The blood rushed up to my face and I must have turned a bright red because he began to chuckle. "All right, I won't ask any more questions. Besides, I like the taste and the smell a lot, a whole lot!" He kissed my face all over, smacking his lips as if he couldn't get enough of the leftovers, and slowly my mood restored itself. I nestled up against him and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. He was so strong, so big, and he would teach me everything!
His hands ran over my body as if searching for the most sensitive places, and when he had a list of them in his mind he started to work them over one by one. He felt me up while undressing me, undoing a few buttons before stroking my tits, undoing the zip before grabbing handfuls of ass, and he did it all so smoothly that I knew I could leave it all to him. I stopped thinking and fell into a deep reverie instead, a warm and sensual dream that was actually happening. His fingers were so thick yet so sensitive! When he caressed my breasts he set my nipples on fire, and the mere touch of his hand aroused my pussy to the point at which it almost drowned itself! "Oh Evert, that's so nice!" I moaned, clinging to him all the harder as I felt myself going under. "Is that how all men make love?"
"Some do, baby," he answered. My blouse was off and his shirt soon followed so that his chest pressed nakedly against mine. My hands ran over the ribbed muscle of his stomach and went down to the waistband where his smooth skin was interrupted. I wanted to go further, I wanted to go right down to his narrow hips and the hard underbelly so that his big cock would rear up before my eyes once more and I could touch my lips to it! But he was leading. My jeans and sandals came off and then he made me lie down nude on the bed and watch him while he undressed for me. He took his time, smiling down on me with pride as his cock leaped out of his briefs. A delicious, terrifying sinking feeling made the bottom drop out of my stomach, and I reached out for that big hunk with both hands. He stepped out of the range long enough to hang his clothes up and to check that the door had been properly locked. Then, with the blue light of the television behind him and the marijuana smoke softening all that I saw, he came toward me most purposefully.
Not long now! For a moment I wanted to run away. I wasn't ready for this yet, too young, too innocent-but I wanted him! Yes, there it was, the mighty tool with which he would perforate me. Now he let me touch it all I wanted, and when I scrambled into the sucking position he turned around and began kissing my pussy and feeling me up with his big fingers. Which one of the girls had mentioned fingers? I knew now what she was talking about. One finger entered me and it felt like a cock, hard and determined as it pushed its way right in to the knuckle. "Wow, you're dripping wet!" he said with admiration in his voice, "In that case let's not fool around, Renee. You're ready!"
"Am I?" My pussy tightened about his finger as if to hold it there. The finger was manageable but what about this great stalk? I clutched at it with both hands and there was still enough sticking out at the top to fill my mouth. "Wait a minute, Evert, please!" He didn't move and I quickly stuck his glans into my face to suck on it and play for time. I knew what I was doing with him in this position. My tongue skated about the smooth flesh of his knob and my lips mauled his flesh, my hands worked his cock's skin up and down to nut erotic friction on the edge of his glans, and for a while it looked as though Evert had given in.
"That's enough, I want to fuck you right now," he said suddenly. To my horror his cock slipped out of my grasp and his knees came down between my legs so as to force them apart He towered over me, big and black and powerful his hands holding my arms pinned to the bed his cock sticking out like a flagpole, and I began to whimper. "Don't be frightened, you're going to love it," he told me as he moved into position. The weight of his body crushed me into the mattress. Down below I could feel his blunt instrument bumping against my pussy, and his face came to rest on the pillow next to my head. I was tense, sweating, but a little reassured at the obvious impossibility of his cock getting into my tiny pussy. "Tight," said Evert, as if agreeing with me. "That's beautiful. It's a long time since I've had a real tight pussy. Now hold on and don't make any noise!" At that his knob wrenched my cunt flesh apart and barged into my body. It took my breath away! The pain flashed to every part of me and made me quiver as if I'd been electrocuted. I started to yell and immediately he pressed his lips over mine, kissing me and keeping me quiet. His cock moved back and rushed in for another shot. An inch of it lodged in my hole and pushed harder to get all his swollen knob inside. I strained to repel it but too late. There was a brief relief as the thickest part slipped inside and my cunt muscles closed around his shaft.
From there on everything went fuzzy. His cock slid in and out, each time pushing further into me, bulldozing its way to the very bottom of my cunt, and all I could do was moan and cry. He was so big, so very big, and it hurt me so much! An instant of acute pain went by before it had really registered, and after that his cock found less resistance down there. Evert was laboring on top of me just as Daddy did to Ma, in and out, sweating on me, breathing heavily. He no longer had to kiss me to keep me quiet. My groans were tiny. I clung to his arms and felt the muscles rippling as he worked to drive his dick up to the hilt into my distended pussy. What would the girls say if they could see me now? I wondered. And what would my mother say?
In that murky landscape a sudden beam of light came, twinge of pleasure to contrast the pain and discomfort. It took me by surprise and for a minute I held my breath, fearing the pleasure would provoke more pain. But no, another shaft of bliss relieved the fuzzy monotony, and another, a kind of ecstasy of which I had never had a taste! Now I clung to Evert for a very different reason. The delightful sensations coursed through my body with as much force as the pain had been able to muster, and I was shaking and quailing, lost in one rush after another. He had to start kissing me again to muffle my cries. His dick slithered in and out so easily now, and whenever he thrust down his pubic bone bashed into mine to send out a new shower of ecstatic sparks. This was too nice, too good, I couldn't hold out any longer! I began to yell as the pleasures mounted to an immense crescendo. Evert put a pillow over my face and kept right on pumping. In the stifling darkness I gave vent to all my newfound bliss, screaming and sobbing, and going with the waves of passion to the very crests. And when I thought I would lose my mind if he didn't stop soon, a soft, barely perceptible sensation erupted down in my pussy. It had to be his climax, such a soothing wash of warm cream, and when he stopped I was sure. I pushed the pillow out of the way and started to kiss his face.
"That was wonderful, Evert, oh thank you, thank you!" I whispered. He looked so tired now. His cock pulled free and he rolled over on his back, too weak to even light a cigarette for himself. I did that for him and I would have done anything else for him, only he ordered me out of his room curtly. "But will we do it again?" I asked.
"No, that's the end of the lesson." He kept silent while I put on my clothes, and then added in a softer voice: "I have to remember your mama, don't I?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Yes, he did have to remember my mother. It was late at night when I was awoken by the sound of quarreling voices in the next room. I got out of bed at once and stood on the chair to hear what my parents were saying. Evert had aroused my curiosity more than he had satisfied it with his sketchy account of his relationship with my mother. And now the details were being fleshed out for me by my unwitting parents.
"Perhaps you've been too good to me lately," I heard my mother say, a note of scorn sharpening her voice. "Hell, twice in one week, I don't know what prompted you to be so virile! But now that I want it you don't want to hear about it, right? Okay, I can accept that. I'll call Evert."
"Why don't you give it a break!" said my father. "Goddamn it, woman, do you have to have a length of meat up you day and night? Go to sleep and let me get some shut eye, too. I've got to be up early for the big parade!"
"Screw your parade and all your khaki boy scouts," said mother, very angry now. "Do you want me to go down to his room?"
"We agreed you wouldn't do that, I have to be present and right now I'm too tired. Can't you leave it until tomorrow evening?"
"I'm horny now!" I peeked through the grill and saw my mother standing by the side of the bed, her naked body voluptuous and her face cross. Daddy was on the bed. He had on pajamas that were buttoned right up to his throat and he looked for all the world like a reluctant bride. I felt sorry for him, though. My mother's sexuality oozed out all over, those big tits, the full haunches, her dense pubic bush pressed in between large thighs, all made her look pretty intimidating. Daddy waved wearily and told her to call Evert then, if she really had to. Ma picked up the phone and dialed his number. "Invert? Why don't you come on up, honey? Yes, right now!" She slammed the phone down and said: "What the hell is going on? You men are taking this day of rest too seriously."
"Why, didn't he want to come up?"
"He said he was tired, too." My mother paced nervously about the room, stroking herself now and then but unable to set up any kind of rhythm. "Tired my ass! What does he do all day, beat his meat? Jesus Christ, they ought to make masturbation a criminal offense!" Dad grinned to himself. When Evert entered the room he got off the bed and sat in an easy chair so Evert and Ma would have plenty of room. I looked at Evert's face and saw that he wasn't eager. A blow job and a good fuck had taken their toll. "There you are, honey," said my mother, flinging herself onto the bed, "and don't tell me you're too tired for me, you don't look tired."
"I haven't been feeling too good," said Evert.
"Oh, you've got a headache?" My mother's scorn was palpable. "Come on over here and let me see if I can't cure that." Evert sat on the bed. He had a pair of boxer shorts pajamas on and nothing else, and his powerful black body aroused me just as it had the first night I had spied on him. But now I knew what it was to have him inside me, and my pussy quivered with pain and anticipation at his very presence. Ma pressed herself against his back so that her tits squashed out of shape, and her hands ran down his hard belly to insinuate themselves into his shorts. The elastic gave easily and she found his cock without any trouble. A gleam of pleasure lit up her face and she turned her body to get her face nearer to that great shaft. It came out of his fly and she clamped her lips around the head right away. Evert still looked very uncomfortable. My mother sucked and sucked but the big limp cock wouldn't stand up. And the less inclination it showed to becoming an erection, the happier my father seemed to be. He lit up a cigar and sat in the chair smoking contentedly, nodding to himself. I couldn't imagine what was going on in his mind but my mother knew.
"You think this is funny, do you?" she accused him out of the blue. The big black cock flopped down to hang out of Evert's shorts like a dead snake. "Well, remember this mister, Evert has failed me only once. You've failed me a thousand times."
"Oh, boil your head," my father answered calmly, "I can get it up any time I want but I don't choose to let it happen with you, or with anybody else for that matter. You don't understand that I'm tired of sex, I've had it over and over, and it's become monotonous to me."
"Oh yeah?" My mother got up and kneeled in between his legs. Her voice lacked conviction but she put on a brave front. "Well, choose to get hard then, just for me." She took his dick out and began to suck on it harshly. I could hear the wet sounds and her panting, and then I saw Daddy expand. "Well, look at that," said my mother, holding his splendid erection in one hand. "He made it."
"Can I go now, sir?" asked Evert.
"No, why don't you grab one of the dildos and give my wife a going over with it," said Daddy, pointing at the bedside table. Evert nodded and took a long, thick rubber dick out of the drawer along with a jar of lubricant. He smeared some on the rubber glans and sat on the floor behind my mother to poke the artificial cock into her yearning pussy. She was sucking my father's cock avidly by this time and hardly noticed the big monster snake up her channel She was very wet. When Evert drew the dildo back a little I saw her juices glistening all over it, and when he pushed really hard there was a wet slosh and a pop of air exploding in there.
This was another lesson to me. The dildo: its uses and abuses, I watched with wide open eyes as Evert pushed it in and pulled it out, fucking my mother without his own cock getting into the action, And my father sat back in his chair, eyes half-closed, puffing at his cigar and getting his pleasure without sticking his cock into my mother. My father's words were ringing in my ears: "I'm tired of sex!" Wow! He was tired of it and I was just discovering it! Would I be like him one day? It seemed hard to believe. Just the memory of Evert lying on top of me and fucking me was enough to make my knees go all funny.
Daddy stopped smoking for a few minutes and that contented look gave way to something more intense. He sat very still and his mouth hung open. My mother gobbled at his cock wetly and caressed his balls and inner things with her fingernails, working hard now and moaning as she worked. The big rubber dildo plunged in and out, and I thought Evert had to be getting sprayed by her cunt juices. It sounded like he was churning butter in there! Evert's cock hardened as he dildo-fucked my mother, and without her noticing it he replaced the artificial one with the real thing, fucking her with long, steady strokes until his face took on much the same expression as my father wore.
"YESSSSSSSSS!!" hissed my mother. "GIVE IT TO ME, EVERT, OH I LOVE IT, I LOOOOOOOOOVE IT!! DEEPER, TO THE LEFT, MORE, MORE, AH YES, MMMAGGGLLFFFMPH!!" She swallowed Daddy's cock whole and her face moved up and down rapidly, fucking him with her throat so that he changed color every few seconds. He was restless, tense, clutching at the armrests and working his loins so that his cock went even deeper into her mouth. And Evert clutched at my mother's big white cheeks and drove his cock in at full pelt, shoving, forcing it, bringing it in from an angle, and then he would reach below and titillate her clitoris for a minute before grabbing more ass.
"I'm coming!" groaned my father. "Hold on now, just take it down and hold it. AAAAHHHH BABY, YES, GOOD, GOOD, HERE IT COMES, YES, AAAARRRGGH-HH!!" He jackknifed abruptly and shot his load into her mouth. At the same time Evert pushed my mother's cheeks together and fucked her as hard and fast as he could until with a deep growling noise he emptied his balls into her. Cream boiled up at both ends of her body, and I saw her strain to contain every drop of it. She sucked, she moved her ass and clenched her muscles, she moaned and whined, and when they were both dry she fell out from between them and just lay there looking happier than I had ever seen her.
I remained standing on the chair with my face up to the grill even while they rested. Now that I knew something about sex I wanted to know how they did what and when. Evert was the first to rise. He left the room to return with a basin of water and two washcloths. I saw him sponge my mother's face and pussy carefully, and that didn't shock me. But when he washed down my father's genitals I began to wonder just what sort of a bargain they had struck. When my parents were clean and dry again Evert excused himself, and soon after that my parents went to bed and turned off the light. I laid myself down, exhausted, confused, and while I was anxious to try what I had seen them do, I also thought they were all vaguely perverse.
The next day was a boring one. Daddy and Ma were out and Evert had too much work to do around the house to bother with me and the other girls had oppressive parents who made them go to church. So I was left with nothing to do but think ... and as I thought new schemes came to mind. I'd been troubled by the lack of privacy we girls had to suffer. The sergeant had had to hurry and blow before his wife came home; at other houses the wives had chased us away with dirty looks, and it was out of the question to bring anyone home. But then I thought of the empty warehouse, and how that could easily be used as a kind of store for sensual shoppers. Soldiers and officers could drop by at appointed times, have their fun, and leave their money with us. Someone would have to run this operation and Farley was the logical choice. It seemed like such a good idea that I decided to go see her at once! Only when I neared her house did I remember what her husband and I had done the previous evening, and suddenly my feet felt like lead. How could I tell her? And how could I tell her what we girls had done together, and the decision we had reached? Farley wanted us to peddle girl scout cookies instead of our own ... well, perhaps results would impress her.
"Hi, Renee, come in," she said. "I'm so glad you dropped by. Sundays are a terrible bore, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are." She looked lovely even in the morning with two curlers in to bob her short black hair in the front. Her housecoat was quite elegant and cut to fit her willowy body, but I was still impressed. Her blue eyes seemed bigger without make-up and she certainly looked a lot younger. I was used to thinking of Farley as the adult but at that moment I saw that she was still a girl and my feelings for her warmed considerably. "Farley, I have to talk to you. There's so much to tell you that I can't even beat around the bush and you'd better sit down."
"I know, I know," she said, weary for a second. "My husband told me about last night. He takes pleasure in doing that to me. What he doesn't know is that I don't care. I mean, I care that it was you, and I feel badly that you had to go through that. But I stopped caring what he did a long time ago."
"Did he tell you he paid me to do it?" She looked startled at that, and I rushed on, telling her everything, right up to the idea of using the warehouse as a whorehouse. But I left out the adventures I'd had with Evert, just in case Farley spread the word.
"My God!" She was pale and astounded. "Did you really do that?" She lit a cigarette, coughed, and got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. She motioned for me to help myself but I wanted only her response. Now that I had spilled the beans I was worried that she would cut the ties between her and the team. "Oh God, I can't tell you what this is doing to me!"
"I'm sorry, Farley, I should have told you at a better time."
"No, no it's all right, this is a good time. What I mean is, I can't believe what this is doing to me. I'm so horny right now that I don't know where to turn." Her big blue eyes came to rest on mine. "You and the others actually made it with each other? Girls with girls? All of you? And here I was thinking you were such a bunch of vestals that the very idea would throw the fear of hell into you. Oh, dear, excuse me, Renee, I know this isn't what you're expecting me to say but I can't help it" She put her coffee down and sat on the couch opposite me. As her free hand arranged her housecoat I noticed it linger between her thighs for just a second. She dragged on her cigarette and kept the smoke down as if to soothe her nerves but she couldn't sit still. I wanted to go over and help her, she needed me so badly, yet something held me back. I wanted her to be the one-and I didn't have long to wait.
She got up and paced for a minute or two, and as she paced she closed in on me. A delicious sensation of expectation came over me. Her perfume had that overripe tang to it, being mixed with a full night's perspiration, and it came over me warm and a little stifling. Her housecoat brushed past me several times, a caress of sorts that made me tingle all over. And when she finally sat down beside me on the couch she took me into her arms and squeezed me so hard that it was more like an attack than a proposition.
"Say you don't mind," she whispered. "I've been wanting you for so long, Renee, for months and months, but I never dared hint at it in case it terrified you. You were the reason I took on the job of coaching the team, you and your lovely blond hair and your full breasts and your long legs! Oh Renee, I've watched you with so much desire for so long that I must have your answer now. Will you be my lover?"
"Yes, of course I will," I said.
"Then come with me." She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Their big double bed was still ruffled from the night, still warm from their bodies, and when my naked flesh made contact with the sheets I shivered slightly, wondering whose warmth this was exactly. Was I lying in the same spot her husband had occupied or was this the remains of Farley? What did it matter? Farley was nude now, so lovely, serpentine, small-breasted and' big-nippled, sliding toward me with enough passion in her eyes to assure me of many climaxes to come. And yet it did matter, it might have been her husband's beautiful, decadent body, the one he had denied me the previous evening. "Kiss me," she said throatily, and at that moment all thought ceased. Her lips met mine in a velvet crush, she wrapped her arms and legs about me, and now her lips and her entire body pulsed against me. This wasn't the first time she had made love to a woman. Her hands roved along my back until they alighted on my ass, and once there they began to squeeze and poke in just the right way.
"So young and so beautiful," she murmured. "Don't ever get married, Renee, just take your lovers as they come. You should share your favors with a great many men and women, they'll be grateful to you. Mmmmmm, let me kiss your breasts, so big and firm, almost ripe." Her words affected me in much the same way as her caresses, delicious little flatteries that added to the fires burning brightly in my belly. She made me feel very good all over, relaxed yet edging nearer to the first climax, luxurious and spoiled, and as she ran her tongue over the contours of my tits I stretch stretched right out and groaned in bliss.
She buried her face between my breasts and pressed them inward so as to smother herself. I wanted to make love to her, too, but she was so happy playing with me that I let her have her way. She kissed and sucked my tits like a child who's been deprived too long of a mother's love, and I felt all glowing and maternal when she decided on one nipple and clung to it for minutes on end. Her sucking was noisy and wet, she squeezed my tit rhythmically as if to milk it, and I just lay there glorying in the slew of sensual impulses that caused inside. "Now the other one," I groaned when my passion became too lopsided, and she switched at once to even it up. It felt so great when she did it, much better than when I did it myself, but I guessed bodies were made that way to keep us gregarious. She sucked on and on until I couldn't control myself any longer. I had to touch her, explore her, to find out exactly what her clothes had been hiding-from me.
"Oh Farley, what are you doing to me?" I sighed, twisting free and moving quickly into place between her legs. I could feel her resistance for a minute but I knew how to disarm her. My tongue shot out and rushed up and down the smooth slit of her cunt, and soon she was putty in my hands. I reveled in her pussy! If I had taken her by surprise, she had startled me too with the quality of her body. Slender, supple thighs spread to reveal a small pink cunt that parted only a little way to admit my roving tongue, and when I pushed the tip down hard on the yielding whorl of flesh down below, her hole opened very reluctantly. She was so tight that she made me feel like an old trouper! My hands slid up under her ass and felt two tender, small buns that flexed convulsively whenever my tongue hit the target. How could the Colonel resist her? But for all her girlish features she was still a woman. Her cunt juice was tarter, stronger to the taste, than that of my teammates, and it flowed more freely. She was better modulated in her responses, too. There was nothing jerky about the way she writhed, nothing desperate about her climaxes. She went through it all smoothly and beautifully, and while I made love to her my admiration for her grew tremendously.
"That's nice, darling," I heard her groan. She was flat on her back, her legs wide open and her hands mashing her tits in harmony with my eating. "Oh yes, if only you knew how good that felt! Dig it in deeper now, right in, right in- AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh yessssssss, keep going, I love it, I love it!" She worked a leg under me and drew her foot back until her big toe made contact with my cunt. Then, in spite of her orgasms, she began to masturbate me slowly and deliberately, forcing the toe into my hole and moving it back and forth at exactly the right pace. It wasn't long before I was helping her as best I could, screwing my cunt hole down over that stubby toe to get maximum penetration. I got so carried away with what she was doing that I neglected my oral loving. But soon she began to move her cunt against my mouth, and at that point it became clear that she was actually making love to me!
She didn't stop there. Gradually she raised her torso and pushed until I was on my back and she was squatting over my face, feeding me more pussy than I could chew! Her lust set me on fire! I wanted to reciprocate with every part of me, and so she chafed her pussy into my mouth and I ate and sucked at it just as rapidly, covering my face with her cunt fluids, digging my fingernails into her ass, and pressing her down even harder. I was choking, drowning, and coming left and right, and together we mewled and purred like crazy cats, harmonizing, fucking, sucking, going out of our minds until we just couldn't do without air for another second. She sank back off me and lay with her body half on mine, her cunt staring me right in the face. "This is too much," I brought out, and she nodded.
"It was worth waiting for, though," she said later. She was smoking but her pussy was still pointed right at me, a mere twelve inches from my face and wide open. It looked like an open mouth with a tiny tongue at the bottom, a mouth that had been drooling for some time and was very wet. Dark hairs grew sparsely all about the ovoid opening, two petals of skin flared out from between the full lips like an open invitation. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was to me. Was it normal to admire a woman's parts so much?
I kept digging my finger into her pussy, moving it in and out, and within a couple of minutes her body began to move in time, in and out, up and down, clenching when I was right in and relaxing to let me out. "Do you like that?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, darling, yes," she replied throatily. She had propped a few pillows under her head so she could look at me even though her box was high up on my chest, and it was a peculiar angle to be seeing her from. Her small breasts formed mounds just below her chin, the nipples standing tall, and all of that was merely a backdrop to her yawning, pink pussy. My two fingers dug in for the duration and when they were up her to the knuckles they kept pushing forward so as to apply pressure to her clitoris. She liked that even better. Her hands wormed their way in between my legs and toyed with my cunt with some precision. Her fingers found my clit and pinched and rubbed it until it felt like a glowing beacon in the dark! And then, as if to bring the tumult she created in me to culmination, she turned over, jammed her little pussy into my face, and started to eat me so well and so ardently that I lost control completely.
"OOOHHHHHHH!!" I heard myself yell. "FARLEY, OH NO, STOOOOOPPPP, AAAA-AAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH-oooohhh God, WOOOOOOWWWWWWW AH-AH-AARRGGHHHH, FARLEY, NO FARLEY, SLOW DOWN PLEASE, SLOW, EASY ... EASY, yessssssss, that's it, that's it, ooohhhhhh that is IT!" I did my best to give her more joy, too, but it wasn't easy. All I could do was peck at her pussy, her ass, any part of her that presented itself, and it seemed to be enough for her. Farley was leading in the dance of love and she swept me along that glass floor until I was spinning and dizzy, completely helpless. She more or less squatted on my face and I felt her orifices, her hair, her thick lips, pressing into me, the blend of aromas mingling headily in my nostrils, her juices setting my taste buds on edge, and the intimacy of our contact drove me from one orgasmic burst to the next.
When we stopped I felt as though we had left a crazy carnival to find peace in the woods. We lay on her crumpled bed and grinned sheepishly at each other as we shared a cigarette. The sheen of sweat on her body made her look like a sensual animal, a cat in her element, and I told her so. She compared me to a kitten: "A sex kitten," she added with a sly grin. "Every man's dream, that's what you are, and I know a lot of women who'd love to gambol about in your bra, too."
I could have stayed like that all day, wallowing in bed and talking with Farley, but suddenly the door slammed open and there stood the Colonel. He turned red when he saw us in bed together and ordered me to get out. But Farley told me to ignore him. "You can start ordering us around when you can get it up," she told him coldly. "Until then you're just the house eunuch, no good for anything but domestic duties. Now get us coffee and cake, and I need another packet of cigarettes."
The Colonel crumpled. "It's not my fault!" he mumbled feebly, but when Farley refused to answer him he turned on his heel and left the room.
"Do you treat him like that all the time?" I asked her.
"It's my only pleasure in this marriage," said Farley with a touch of bitterness. "God, I must have been a fool to fall for him. But I saw him and just couldn't get past that beautiful front. So we got married and he has yet to fuck me-like a man, that is."
"What do you mean? He never consummated the marriage?" I had picked that phrase up from Eva, who knew all about stuff like that.
"Oh yes, he's had it in me." The Colonel came back into the room with the cigarettes and a lighter. "But he just comes the moment he enters. The big man on the base himself, all the women are mad about him, but only I know how useless he is."
"Get off my back," said the Colonel. I felt almost sorry for him. He obviously wanted to please his wife and whatever handicap he had was only made worse by her callousness.
"You know you're very tight," I said. Farley looked at me with some disfavor. "I mean, perhaps that's the reason? I don't know much about these things."
"That could be the reason," said the Colonel and for a moment he looked like a man again.
"Nonsense." Farley cut the idea off with a chop of her hand.
"But how do you know?" protested her husband. "You haven't been with other men, how do you know they wouldn't come just as quickly?" Now it was Farley's turn to be embarrassed. She had been with other women, said the Colonel, but she avoided men like the plague.
"Oh, go get our snack!" Farley snapped suddenly. He left the room without another word and she turned to me. "Impossible man. He just won't accept that he's one of life's losers in the penis department." I had never seen this side of her, so nasty and cruel, and I felt challenged by her words. I was willing to bet that she had used her tightness to bring him off too quickly, mainly because she didn't really want him and, building on what little experience I had, I figured out a way of overcoming that.
"Let him try it with me," I said. "He might just succeed and if he does he'll be better with you," I said that just as the Colonel came back into the room and his reaction was enthusiastic.
"It's no use," she said before he could answer. "He was married once before and he had exactly the same problem. Only he didn't tell me about that until it was too late."
"You can't lose anything by letting him try it with me," I insisted. My motives weren't altogether altruistic, I remembered how big and beautiful his cock had been the other night and that, tied in with the vivid memories of Evert's lovemaking, made me eager to try a second time. "Come on, Farley, you can stay here and watch, won't that be fun?" I looked to her husband for support and he looked ready to get down on his knees to his wife to beg her for permission. Farley didn't like the idea but she couldn't find a good reason not to let us try. She nodded moodily and turned her back as the Colonel began to take off his uniform.
I took a jar of lubricant from her dresser and applied a large dollop of the soft goo to my pussy hole. The Colonel saw me do it but he didn't seem to understand it. Still, in his eagerness he wasn't about to stop and question me, so as soon as he had his clothes off he came over to me and lay on top of me. His cock was very hard, throbbing dangerously, and before I would let him enter me I made him kiss and fondle me for a while. I wanted him to think about me, not about his own pleasure, and so I groaned theatrically when he touched my breasts, writhed passionately when his fingers found my pussy, and generally convinced him that I was like a time bomb on a very short fuse. All he had to do was last for the minimum and I would explode right in his face.
He inserted himself with a look of renewed confidence on his face, and when his cock slipped past my greased barriers there wasn't enough friction down there to alert his sensory nerves to the fact that he was inside me. It didn't matter to him, he was too excited just to be fucking me. I held him in my arms and whispered to him to make love to me, to touch my breasts and to tickle my clitoris, and he did it all for me, earnestly, energetically, distracting himself from the fact that he was inside me and had been for over a minute.
His big cock moved in and out at a steady beat, no variation in angle of depth of thrust, and that was just the way I wanted it. I could keep my own excitement under control that way. The lubricant helped us both a lot by reducing the friction, and so he plowed on and obeyed my whispered instructions, fondling, squeezing, kissing my nipples and sucking my tits while his lower half operated on automatic pilot. "That's lovely," I sighed into his ear. "Squeeze them harder, hurt me, yes, yes, and now work my clit over, hard and fast, oh yes darling, you make me feel so nice! Bite them-ouch, not too hard, nibble at them, oooooooww-www-aaaahhhhh, keep it up, I could lie here all day and let you do that."
I looked over at Farley and saw her anger mounting. Did she think I was trying to steal her husband away from her? Was I? I liked the Colonel but now that I had seen through him I wouldn't ever be able to take him altogether seriously. No, I didn't want him. To let her know that, I took her hand and squeezed it fondly, smiling at her and inviting her to come closer with my eyes. She was dubious, but since her husband was so absorbed in making love to me, she allowed herself to come a little closer, and to lean over to be kissed. Now that the ice was broken she joined in with us more or less. She sat tip with her back against a mound of pillows and masturbated in time with our fucking, watching as his cock thrust in and out steadily, as Ms hands closed around my tits and squeezed the flesh until it oozed out from between his fingers, as he stroked my pussy and ass, and after a while she lived it with him. "Go ahead, darling," I heard her say to him, "you're doing beautifully!"
The Colonel's cock wore away the protective layer of lubricant and now my body began to experience the full impact of his pounding beat, My cunt grew hotter .and wetter, my loins were on the boil, and my blood coursed through the veins like a torrent! He must have felt the change in me because he stopped the byplay and concentrated solely on fucking. Farley started giving him instructions, "Bring it in from an angle now, that's it, come in from up high so you'll drub her clitoris. Oh darling, you do that so well! Now lift her thighs and press down on her pussy with your big dick, yes, good, oh Jesus I'm getting so horny here! Faster now, faster, jam it into her, go on, faster, FASTER, OH GOD YES, SLAM IT INTO HER, HARD AND FAST, YES, YES, OOOOOO-HHHHHHHHH!!" With three fingers trying to crowd into her cunt hole she came to a magnificent, agonizing climax but nothing could stop the Colonel. He was leading the charge, galloping up one hill and down another, huffing and puffing, sweating, his back working to deliver each thrust with lots of power, and I started yelling and frothing at the mouth, clutching at him and at his wife, trying to cover myself in flesh. We pressed together, all of us moving as one, it was impossible, impossible, and then I started gushing like an oil strike, my screams tearing through the room, my body quaking, I was biting and scratching at him, and then I subsided into a deep trough of tranquility, too spent to go on.
He changed horses in midstream. Nothing could stop him now. Farley opened up to him like a flower unfolds to the sun, and he planted his cock into her with such force that a spray of pussy juice blew out of her. I watched them as if from a great distance, impressed with the Colonel's bullishness and his wife's surrender. They fucked up a storm and if the Colonel's back hadn't tired out they might have gone for the rest of the day. But he finally came and got off her, leaving her lying there like a casualty.
"Look at that!" he said, awed by his own power. "I never thought I'd see her in that condition. Renee, I want you to know that I'm very grateful. I'm going to make a contribution to your basketball club, and I'll never forget what you've done for us-but right now I want you to leave us alone because I can feel the next one coming on already."
"No, no, don't go!" Farley cried feebly. Her little pussy was red raw from the heavy duty pounding it had received. But I knew better to interfere. I took my clothes and left to make up for all that lost time.
CHAPTER SIX
Farley was a different woman when we met the following day. She was mellow, a little absent-minded, and most of our suggestions were accepted with a strange little smile. The girls all knew what had taken place and they had difficulty controlling their giggling. Eventually, though, we insisted that Farley rouse herself and attend to the details of our proposals. The Colonel had given the team a check for five hundred dollars. "Do you think we ought to spend it on waterbeds, Farley?" asked Eva. "Or should we keep it plain, just have some carpeting and a few cots. What do you think?"
"Oh, whatever you like," said Farley wistfully.
"No, no, we want your opinion!" I said cuttingly. "Now come on, Farley, we have to get this business straightened out before the end of the week."
"All right, let's see," she said. "I have given this whole deal some though, believe it or not. My husband had to sleep for a few hours. So ... right, the d�cor. I thought that since you girls are officers' daughters we can't have you showing your faces to all and sundry. For enlisted men all of you will have to be disguised or concealed. For officers you can be yourselves, they're too scared of your fathers to spread rumors. So I thought we'd have something like this ... a partition with holes in it for blow jobs at ten dollars a throw and-" She talked and drew an outline of the area for us, explaining the function of each addition and how much it would cost if the base's construction crew to put it up. "And for the select few who can afford a hundred bucks," she finished up, "well have house calls. How does that sound?"
"Terrific!" we said.
Within a few days we were ready to open up shop. The Colonel, although he didn't want to know anything about the project, supplied us with a burly, not very bright, enlisted man who would act as our bodyguard during business been going on we had tapped the base grapevine in several places to spread the word. On Thursday evening the five of us slipped into the back of the warehouse, locked the door after ourselves, and took our places behind five holes drilled into the plywood partition.
Farley had made it as comfortable as possible for us. Thick cushions lay on the ground behind hung with a few pictures, a radio played soft music for us? and we were assured of privacy by the height of the partition. Our enlisted man, Ralph, stood on guard outside and sold tickets which had to be passed through the holes before we would seize the cocks in our moths. For extra protection, in case a soldier peered through the hole, we wore baseball caps and sunglasses, and Ralph had been instructed to tell any curious soldier that we were out-of-town hookers.
With all that taken care of we were still very nervous as we got ready for the first shift. Eva wanted to turn the lamp off so that we wouldn't be able to see each other at work, but the other girls wouldn't hear of it. We wanted both to get down to it and we also wanted to beat a hasty retreat to the innocence of childhood. This had started because we loved basketball! Where was it leading us? "Look at that line!" said Marcie. 'There must be a hundred guys out there! Oh Jesus, well never make it."
"Just use your hand more." I said. I was the technical advisor, thanks to Evert's instruction, and I had shown the girls the best motions to make with mouth and hands. They had practiced on carrots, and it had been quite a sight to see those lips puckering around orange stalks, sucking and licking, gradually getting so involved that the carrots might as well have been real dicks. Now they were going to fly solo, so to speak, and there was much lip-licking as they prepared for the first onslaught.
Eva got the first ticket because she was first in line. A small fat cock appeared right after it and she got down on her knees to take it between her fingers and raise it to her lips. With delicacy and affection she began to kiss it and make it grow, and it wasn't long before a long, hard cock quivered through the partition. Other cocks followed, penetrating the partition until mouths came up to suckle them. Weren't they afraid? One of them was.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I heard him yell. He was mine because my hole was the only vacant one, and I peered curiously through it to see what the trouble was. "How do I know you don't have a bunch of faggots behind that screen? I want my dick sucked by a woman, you understand, a lady, not a goddamn fruit!"
"Take my word for it, buddy," said Ralph. The big bouncer seemed ready to punch the customer out but I intervened. I whistled through the hole and stuck my finger out to beckon the soldier forward.
"Well, what do you want!" he asked belligerently when he was right up to the hole. At that point I turned around and dropped my jeans, bending over so that my asshole and pussy were at his eye level. And to make sure he wouldn't be confused I reached back and pulled at my thighs so that my cunt opened right up, pink and moist. "I'll be a sonovabitch!" I heard him breathe. "Come on, girl, back up a little and I'll shove my cock right up that delicious little snatch. What's that? Fifty? Damn, this place sure ain't cheap, but I'll pay anything for a piece of ass like that one!" Ralph had been instructed carefully beforehand and now it was paying off. I shuffled back until my ass pressed hard against the smooth surface of the plywood, and I kept a good grip on my thighs so he wouldn't have too much trouble getting inside me. Eva had just finished her first blow job and with the come still dripping from her lips, she hurried over and placed a chair in front of me so I could support my torso on it. There was a pause behind me as the soldier was undoing his buttons, but then a thick knob bumped into my pussy flesh and announced its intention to penetrate me all the way.
At Janet's suggestion the carpenters had screwed handles into the public side of the partition so the soldiers could lean back without losing their footing and possibly damaging their sensitive parts. Now her idea really paid off. The man whose cock was slowly barging into my resisting cunt used the handles to give his every thrust more power, leaning back and drawing himself forward so that his belly thumped against the wall and made it shake all over. His cock was a ramrod determined to get inside me, and pretty soon my resistance gave way to sloppy hospitality. He was so big and strong that I couldn't do anything else! Just knowing that he didn't know who he was fucking and that I would never have to meet him or talk with him, was enough to make my body erupt in orgasms.
The other girls were busy sucking cock but they had their eyes on me just the same. Each time I looked up they winked and gave me encouragement. It grew hot in our small area and blouses came off, T-shirts, jeans, panties, shoes, one by one until the girls were naked. I was the only one with clothes on but then I couldn't move. That reaming cock had me riveted, and the soldier showed no signs of tiring. I heard him grunt that he intended to take the fifty bucks out on my ass, and he was certainly making the best of it. He managed to get a full seven or eight inches of thick cock up me in spite of the partition, driving it through the hole with all his might just as avidly as I pressed my ass back against it.
"YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAW!" I heard him yell and at the same moment a gusher of sperm erupted inside. He kept right on fucking, hard, quick, working his sperm around in my pussy until it sloshed like a washing machine, and I thought he was going for seconds right away. But much as he wanted to, he couldn't make it. His cock dwindled and his motions slowed down until he flopped out. I moved away from the hole instantly and took a hand towel with which to clean myself up. Ralph was having trouble controlling the line of waiting soldiers. Several of them wanted to fuck pussy instead of a mouth and since they had the money ready Ralph had to show them the complete lineup. "I'll have that piece of black ass," we heard a man say, and Ralph replied that she hadn't finished blowing yet, so would he wait a second. It was Marcie's turn. She'd taken her turn at showing her ass even though she was only halfway through sucking a guy off, and she wasn't really aware that she had been picked. Her eyes were a little glassy, I thought, and when she went back to sucking her mouth seized the hard, wet dick avidly. A long, limp cock pushed in through my hole and I could only watch her out of the corner of my eye, but it didn't take more than that to tell she'd really become involved with her new profession.
The little black tomboy sucked and licked, sighing all the while and caressing her tiny, oversensitive tits instead of jerking her man off. She wanted to do it all orally, to experience the full bliss of bringing a man off with subtlety and passion. The soldier on the other side of the partition would never know what thrills he was giving her. I began sucking on my allotted dick slowly. My ass was still burning from the pounding it had received, aching from an urge to get more and more, and somehow sucking was anti-climactic after that. I saw Marcie's cheeks blow up as she took the man's load and watched as she straggled to contain all of him. The soldier pulled out still dripping and she made a desperate lunge to get him back in-but she was too late. Resignedly she waited for the next cock to come through, until Eva told her to turn around and press her ass to the hole just as I had done. "What?" asked Marcie, her eyes getting wider. "Why should I?"
"Because a man is laying down fifty bucks for it," said Eva. She was between jobs and, even though a limp cock was already dangling through her hole, she got up to help Marcie into position, Marcie didn't want to go through it, she wanted to suck more cock, she wanted to keep her virginity or what was left of it, but Eva insisted. She held the girl in place until the cock from the unknown soldier pushed through and parted her virgin flesh with one mighty stroke. Marcie shrieked and tried to escape but Eva had been prepared. She had the girl by the waist and pushed her back against the wall so that the intruding cock could get to the very bottom of her pussy. All of us stopped sucking actively-we just held those cocks between our lips and watched as Marcie cried out in pain and fear. We knew she would adjust sooner or later, and as it turned out it was sooner. The agonized grimaces gave way to a more tranquil expression, the cries were reduced to moans, and then Eva let her go and went back to work. Marcie was now an initiate.
The other virgin among us fell that evening, too. Eva bunned up to the wall bravely and seemed relieved to have it over and done with. Janet wasn't a virgin. She let a man fuck her without the slightest display of emotion. And Louise, the most timorous of them all, took to fucking like a duck takes to water. She could hardly settle down after the big event, and her sucking caused one irate soldier to switch places. She just couldn't concentrate! When our shift was over she looked so restless that I invited her to spend the night with me, and she accepted eagerly.
At nine o'clock that evening Ralph cleared the warehouse of soldiers and told them to go back to their barracks. Half an hour later, after our bodyguard had checked that no one was hanging around, we snuck out through the back way and hurried to our respective homes. Louise and I rushed through the darkness to get to my place. We entered by the backyard and I led her over to Evert's window. He was on his bed smoking and watching TV but he wasn't about to put on a show for us. We slipped back into the house and I asked him to make us a snack.
"Wow!" whispered Louise. "He's so big! Do you think he would do it to me, Renee? I enjoyed it so much that I can't wait to try it again. What do you think?"
"It all depends," I said noncommittally. I didn't tell her that it depended on whether my mother had drained him already, or if she had him booked for later. "Where are my parents, Evert?" I asked him.
"At a function of some kind," the man said. "And what have you two been up to?"
"Oh, nothing much," I kept a straight face but Louise began to giggle. Evert looked at her closely, as much to see what the matter with her was as to check her out. She really was a beautiful girl. The best of both worlds was how men described her. She had the high cheekbones but she wasn't moon-faced; her eyes were slanted just enough to give her a cunning, sexy took but they were far from closed. Yes, Evert was interested. He sat down with us and started the small talk just to inspect her more closely. And Louise, never the coolest person on earth, flirted with him outrageously. Fluttering lashes, a button that came undone just so her small breasts could be observed from where he was sitting, and tingling little giggles that were even turning me on. Instinct was propelling both of them toward each other, and I was getting dragged along in their wakes.
"When do you think my parents will be back?" I asked, and when he said he wasn't expecting them till midnight I suggested we make the best of that time. "My room or yours?" I said.
"What about your guest?" asked Evert leadingly.
"All of us. What do you say?"
"Listen, I'd really like that ... but tonight is out, I'm booked so to speak." The words came out with great difficulty. "What about another night, tomorrow maybe?"
Louise began to say that was fine with her but I cut her off: "No, it's now or never. Louise can't stay here every night, her folks would get suspicious, wouldn't they?"
"Uh ... I guess so," the Eurasian said unconvincingly.
"Well, in that case I guess we'd better go to my room right now," said Evert, checking his watch. "But you girls will have to be gentle with me," We laughed, especially when he got up and stretched his magnificent body. How could this man ever run out of energy? My mother wouldn't like it, though. But then, she wasn't getting it. I remembered the other night, how distressed she had been by Evert's admission of tiredness, and it gave me grim satisfaction to be able to skim the cream off the milk again. We followed Evert into his room and sat on his bed as he locked the door, drew the drapes, and began to undress for us. We sat like two schoolgirls in a sex education class and watched his powerful body emerge from the uniform. Louise was fascinated. She got up halfway through and touched Wm all over. "What's up, do you think I'll rub off?" said Evert, grinning at me.
"Oh no. I just think you're so beautiful," replied Louise. He dropped his pants and stood before the delicate Eurasian wearing only white underpants. The light cast the right kind of shading over his body, accentuating his hard muscles and his athletic shape, as well as that formidable bulge in his briefs. Louise was like a kid with a new toy. She touched him all over from his shoulders to his thighs but finally settled down on the growing bulge. Her small hands cupped it, squeezed it, and stroked it but she didn't make a move to extricate his cock, not yet. Evert stood perfectly still and let her have her way with him. And I took off my clothes and stretched out on his bed to be ready for whatever was to happen. My body felt so good, so warm and alive, that I didn't need much from the outside world to make me happy. I just lay there and gently caressed my stiff nipples, and watched as Louise learned about love and infatuation.
When she took off his briefs she went down with them and came to rest on her knees. His big black cock drooped half-hard from out of the bush of curls, and she opened her mouth wide to take the knob in between her lips. But when she tried to suck him off she pulled a face and complained about painful jaw muscles. I frowned at her and shook my head to indicate she should shut up about that. Evert was a good friend but he needn't know what we had been doing all that evening. Louise made the best of it by licking his dick and balls all over, and that seemed to please both of them just as much as a fully fledged blow job.
He picked Louise up suddenly and laid her down on the bed beside me. Not a word was said. She was completely submissive and when he parted her thighs she kept them that way, even though the sight of his long, thick stalk must have frightened her. "Put it in for me," he told me, and I hastened to obey. He supported himself on both hands over her body and waited while I took hold of his cock and pointed it at her pussy. But the light was too dim for me to see where it was supposed to go, so I felt around with my other hand until I had located the yielding, moist section and opened it a little way. Then his glans snugged into place and I held on to his shaft purely for my own pleasure. Evert was on target. He began to push it in, taking it easy at first, just working his glans in between the straining muscles of her cunt opening, and then, as his big knob moved inside, he started the steady beat with which he had fucked me and my mother. In and out, banging her slowly, and with every thrust more of him disappeared into her. At the end I could only touch his balls because the rest was deeply embedded in Louise's little cunt, thrusting forward all the while. Louise was having a hard time containing so much manhood. She emitted muffled sounds, choking noises and agonized squeals, and she kept moving around as if to find a more comfortable position. Evert had impaled her and he wasn't about to release her, so it was up to her to adjust. "Too big!" I heard her moan. "Please! Too big!"
"Do it to me for a while," I said, ready to jump into the breach for her. I could hardly wait to take my turn. My cunt was quaking wetly and my nipples were like two hot needles sticking into my tits. I clung to Evert with both arms around his waist and I was kissing his ass and licking him all over to get his attention, and working my pubic mound against his thigh in a bid to find some relief. He didn't seem to notice me, or Louise for that matter. His cock worked deeper and deeper into her stretching, straining pussy and he just panted and groaned way down in his belly, Ids back hunched, his head moving from side to side, oblivious to her needs or mine.
"OOooooowwwwww!" cried Louise. She tried to struggle out of his hold on her but that wasn't easy. It was as though Evert had cramped all over, with only his hips moving. He hunched over her on all fours? his cock pushing into her small pussy from up high and making a hole in her that swallowed up her labia and most of her hair, and it just never occurred to him that he might be causing her pain. After all, she had asked for it. But Louise had bitten off more than she could chew. She began to sob and beg, and I added my voice to the proceedings, offering myself as a substitute. Evert was somewhere else miles away.
I acted quickly. There was just enough room for me to slide in between Louise and Evert. For a moment I lay on top of her, belly to belly, and then I reached behind me and got hold of his cock just as it was withdrawing for the next plunge. It was a desperation play and if it didn't work he was going to be very upset. But my cunt dripped with juice and its yearning made the muscles as loose as the ropes around a ring, and when his knob barged into the vital spot it was as though my pussy just sucked him right in. I had drawn his fire and Louise was quick to make good her escape. But she didn't leave the room. She sat on the bed and watched in awe as I took all of Evert's inches, groaning as he reamed out my narrow channel, crying out in ecstasy as the beautiful pain pervaded my body. He was too big for me by several sizes but once through the pain it was so nice that I wondered if any man could make me feel quite as good.
"I want him again!" whispered Louise, obviously excited by my reaction?-I shook my head and wormed my body back against his so he could penetrate me to the hilt. Thick cock drove deep into my cunt and stretched me until I could feel his knob in my throat. Tiny orgasms rolled about my body like thunderclaps, and everything in me was contracting and dilating, shivering, coming and going, and I just wanted Evert to fuck me forever! No, Louise had had her chance. She tried to pull me out from under and I pushed her away. She was insistent and I didn't want to distract myself by fighting with her, so the next time she tried I pushed her down and quickly rammed a finger up her pussy to keep her there. That was all she needed. I heard her gasp with satisfaction and it wasn't hard for me to move my hand back and forth to finger-fuck her in time with Evert's steady pumping.
"AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHH!" I heard him groan. "JESUS CHRIST! HERE IT COMES, BABY, HOLD ON NOW, HERE COMES, UUUUUNNNNHHHHHHH-AAAA-AAAAHHHHhhhh!!" With a jolt his hot load seared up my cunt and whitewashed my insides in a trice, hot cream rushing up and leaking out, and I thought with grim satisfaction that this was one load my mother wouldn't get to enjoy. I cried out, caroling my ecstasy even though the best climaxes were already behind me, and when Evert pulled out I was quick to go down on him, His sperm and my juice mingled deliciously on his still hard cock, and my tongue swept back and forth to clean up every drop of it. He lay back with his eyes closed on one side of me and Louise was going through the throes of a digital orgasm on my other side, and I fingered and sucked for all I was worth. Now I had them where I wanted them. His cock was going down, down, down, but even at his downest he was still big enough to fill my face. And when he was limp I took all of him in my mouth to suckle him tenderly and give him new and bright ideas about what he might do with us.
"OOOHHHHH RENEEEEEEEE!!" Louise cried suddenly. She hadn't noticed that Evert was now at rest, all she knew was that she had two fingers up her cunt that were pushing her right into a welter of climaxes. "I FEEL STRANGE, OH STOP, STOP, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME, OH NO, OOOOHHHH NOOOOOO, RENEE, HELP ME, OH GOD YESSSSSSSS!!" Her delicate body trembled violently and her hands grabbed my wrist and her fingernails dug into me as if she wanted to trap me hand there forever. I jammed my fingers up there as hard as I could until she was calm again, and then I withdrew very slowly. She had taken my attention away from Evert for a minute and though I hurried back to him it was too late. He had come to.
"What is this, a lesbian party?" he asked with some scorn. "Aren't I enough for you girls?"
"Oh sure you are, Evert," I said. "But you made us feel too sexy, right, Louise?"
Louise didn't feel like talking at that moment so I added weight to my words by taking his cock into my mouth and sucking hard. He was about to share more of his opinions with us but that stopped him. A few words were voiced, then he sighed and lay back. I deployed all of my newly acquired tricks on 'him, searching out his sensitive spots and working them over until new life throbbed into his cock. And Louise, who had been watching this, decided she wanted a piece of the action. She lay down on his other side and began to kiss his cock, too.
He was very hard again and he had obviously forgotten all about my mother and the date they had later. We sucked at him and rimmed him and spoiled him from head to toe until the sperm began to drip out of his erect cock. When that happened he made us stop everything and wait for his juices to subside, and when they did we made the best of what little had come our way, licking him clean and sucking sneakily to see if we could draw un a drop or two more. "Come sit on my face, baby," Evert said to Louise suddenly. "I want to eat your yellow pussy till it turns red!"
"Ooooohhhh," quivered Louise, hurrying to oblige him. She slid along his torso and planted her cunt right into his mouth, and Evert started to suck her with a vengeance. Now his cock was mine to do with as I pleased, and the first impulse was the one I obeyed. I held his cock upright and gingerly worked my loins so that my pussy hung above his spear, lowering myself over it and waiting for that bump to announce he had docked. Another inch, one more, and he would be trapped between my legs. My excitement mounted in a crescendo of passion, and when his thick knob parted my distended, wet pussy hole, and slipped inside, I let out a quavering groan of sheer delight. Every swollen inch of his dick entered me, stuffing my body full of hot cock, and when the last inch was up there I leaned forward and supported myself by Louise's shoulders. I had to rest there for a spell, there was too much happening inside me and I couldn't catch up. The feel of that long length of meat stretching my pussy, the idea that I had grown up enough to be doing this sort of thing, and to be part of a threesome, all combined to make my head spin! I looked at Louise's slightly sweaty back and at her buns which moved smoothly with each push of her loins, and I heard Evert eating and lapping, and I just wanted that moment to go on forever. This was living! My mind wandered back to basketball and suddenly it seemed absurd to make such a production out of a game. Why play around with one ball when you can have two?
Evert's hips were driving his cock in and out now, and I settled right over it so that my pussy would get the full benefit of his pulsing pubic bone. His curly hairs chafed into the tender flesh and made my clitoris sing like a saw. Louise came back toward me, keeping her juicy cunt clamped to Evert's mouth and stretching her arms behind her to embrace me in an invitation to fondle her tits. Oh gladly, gladly! I took hold of her small, resilient mounds and squeezed them ardently, feeling the sensuality of her abandonment feed into my own turbulent passions. I wanted it all! My febrile mind began to conjure up a stranger at the window, a dark, looming shape whose big hands hung in the vicinity of his crotch and who, when he could no longer to be on the outside looking in, came creeping through the door and dropped his pants right behind me. A big stranger, faceless, soundless, who kneeled between Evert's legs and directed his giant cock at my asshole with fanatical desire.
I shivered and came all in the one motion, and an extra ration of juice seeped out of my innards to bathe Evert's reaming cock and make it all the sloppier for him. The stranger cock pierced the sensitive flesh back there and pained me greatly until that big knob had passed the bottleneck and had securely embedded itself halfway up my bowels. I began wishing such a stranger would come in and then come in me, and I started to piece together his features. Big hands, that I had decided on right off, but what else? Did I want him to be hairy or bestial? No, no, handsome, middle-aged perhaps but in good trim, silver-gray hair and piercing eyes, very strong and authoritative ... in short, quite a lot like my father!
A blush swept over my body and I guiltily began to bob up and down Evert's ever-hard cock with more ardor than was called for. Such dreadful thoughts! Where did they come from? I tried to conjure up my stranger from a different angle, giving him black hair and coal-black eyes, but the tints faded and there was Daddy again, all the more vivid for having been recognized. I shook my head and tried to clear it all away, but the image wouldn't disappear. Daddy coming in behind me, cock in hand, tumescent, throbbing, pointing at my tiny asshole; Daddy kneeling behind me, piercing me, fucking me so hard that I fall off Evert's cock and we crash to the floor in such a way that he penetrates me totally!
I couldn't help myself. With each stroke my longing became more intense. It was pointless to try and erase it now. All I wanted to do was to get as close to the dream as I could, and with that in mind I seized Evert's cock, pulled free from it, and shuffled forward an inch to redirect weapon. I wanted it up my ass and I didn't care that it would hurt me. At first it seemed impossible. His cock was greasy from my succulence but not slippery enough to get by the nervously contracting muscles protecting my asshole. I smeared my own juices back there and pushed my finger into the tight hole to work the lubricant around and around. It didn't feel very good and I thought it would be better to put him back in the front passage-but the idea had taken root! I had to do it!
One hand held his cock in place, the other reached back and pulled at a bun so as to open my asshole as far as I could. Now the curve of his knob found a responding opening, fitted in, and then it was up to me to drive my ass down until it swallowed him up. The pain was too much at first. I thought my sphincters would rip and bleed all over the place. But the body was more adaptable than that. Little by little his cock moved up into me, and it wasn't long before my anal muscles snapped shut around his shaft. I thought I had him then but it wasn't going to be easy. With great concentration I got half of him up me and that was it. I couldn't go any further. Every part of me yearned to take him whole but I didn't know how to do it!
Evert to the rescue! He pushed Louise off his face and sat up so that I rolled back on the bed, my legs going up into the air, and as I moved back he moved in until my legs were up against his shoulders and acting as his springboard. "You want it up your ass, baby, that's where you gonna get it!" he hissed, driving his immense cock into my tiny hole with long, thudding strokes. Stars danced before my eyes, my mouth was open in a silent scream, and flames exploded down below, but something about his brutal consummation pleased me so deeply that orgasms boiled up to mitigate the pain and to finally displace it all together. "I ain't got much longer but you're gonna get it all! Now yell, bitch, tell me how it hurts!"
"OOOOOOHHHHH EVERT!" I cried, too ecstatic to make sense of what he was saying. "I LOOOOOOOWEEEE IT!!"
"Yeah, you love it you little nymph," he whispered angrily, driving his cock in and out. "You love it, your mama loves it, both of you are bitches on heat, born and bred! And the two of you are gonna kill me!" He fucked me very hard and very fast, and all too soon his sperm blurted out of his dick and into me, and he withdrew with a snort of disgust. "That's what I'm here for, the house stud," he said as he washed his cock and wiped it dry. "Now what the hell am I going to tell your mother later on? You want me to lose my job here?"
"Of course not, Evert, I only want to learn!"
"Yeah, right." He washed his face and slapped after-shave lotion on to counteract the smell of pussy. "Well, from now on you're going to have yourself another teacher because this one's retiring. I had a good life here before you got all these notions in your fool head. You don't understand that I love your mother and she loves me. I feel like I'm cheating on her with you and your friend! And tonight I'm going to have to perform whether I want to or not, because otherwise she's going to be really upset. Now get out of here and don't try luring me into bed with you again!"
"He loves your mother?" asked Louise when we were in my room. "How could he be so dumb? I mean, what general's wife would get a divorce to marry a corporal?"
"That's what I want to know," I said, but what I really wanted to know was if he'd be able to make it that night, I waited for them to get together and then, at my post at the ventilation grill, I watched as Evert got hard and fucked my mother like a prize bull. My mother, I realized, was a very lucky woman.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Farley took us all by surprise when she announced a team was going to visit us for a game of basketball. None of us had spared the game a thought in over a week, we hadn't practiced, and to be herded onto the court by her without warning didn't help. Our warehouse had been crowded with eager soldiers for several evenings in a row and we were tired, our jaw muscles ached, walking and sitting gave us difficulty. How could we defend ourselves against a pack of virgins with nothing better to do than throw balls through hoops?
At the same time we didn't care to lose. Eva particularly wanted to avoid that. "If we play them according to the rules we're going to be trounced," she told us in a pre-game meeting. "We have to face it, none of us is ready for this game. Winning is out of the question, losing is no fun, so I suggest we try to lead the visiting team astray. As soon as they get here bring them over to my place. I'll offer them drinks- soft drinks, of course, but I'll add a little dash of something to make them more ... well, adventurous. That should make it fun, right?"
According to plan, then, we led the visiting team to Farley's house. We had two hours before the game was due to begin and the other girls looked frightfully ready. There were eight of them chaperoned by their coach, a middle-aged woman with a short, swept-back hairdo and severe clothes. She introduced herself as Beth and when asked what she would like to drink she said: "Orange juice, please, but not the frozen kind."
"Coming right up," said Farley with a wink to us. Vodka and orange, a perfect combination. Farley mixed the drinks in the kitchen and passed them to all the girls but I noticed she took care to pass one particular glass to the coach. "It may taste a little strange," she said, "because it has a special vitamin supplement."
"Nothing illegal, I take it?" Beth inquired archly.
"Oh no, just some E and B, that's all." The other girls were eyeing us curiously, assessing each one of us as a potential opponent, and I had to work at keeping a straight face because I felt less like an opponent than ever! I was a lover, not a fighter, and there were several girls who excited me in their group. One of them was a stone dyke, no two ways about it. She had her hair cut like the coach and she wore a plaid shirt and baggy jeans with work boots. There was a small patch sewn into the crotch of her jeans and I couldn't quite make out what it said. When I leaned closer to read it, the dyke moved forward, opened her legs, and pushed her crotch out at me with a lecherous grin. "Eat Me!" it said on the patch, and a big red, wet tongue was right below it as if to illustrate the suggestion.
In spite of myself I blushed and looked away, which made the dyke grin triumphantly. She thought she had our number but was she in for a surprise! I could hardly wait for the vodka to take effect. Beth's tongue was thickening already and she slurred her words just enough for us to notice. "Could I have another one of those vitamin-enriched orange juices?" she asked, holding up her empty glass. "You're right, it does taste strange but it has such a pleasant after-effect that it's quite bearable,"
"Anyone else for more?" asked Farley sweetly. She was the perfect host, so lovely and cool, so very attentive, and I could see she was attracting the attention of the young dyke, too. The other girls in their team stayed away from the dyke and the coach, but that meant they had to huddle together and that didn't seem to bother them. The evening was shaping up to have a lot of potential, and I had a hearty swig myself to get the blood flowing. So much sex had come my way in the past few days that I needed a little extra to get the edge on my appetite.
"Gee, this is strange," muttered Beth. She had her hand to her forehead and her eyes closed. "It must be a dizzy spell." She took a long sip of her orange juice to get over it, and then someone said something only remotely funny but funny enough to make her burst out laughing. Farley looked at me and nodded. I refilled my drink and when I went back to my seat I changed direction and went over to sit beside Beth. The young dyke was on my other side and the moment I sat down she moved closer to me. I ignored her and started talking to the coach about basketball, "I don't know," she said after a long question, "but I'd sure like another one of these orange juices."
"What's in those drinks?" asked the young dyke. Her name, as it turned out, was Margaret, and she had a suspicious nature. "Are you guys trying to get us drunk before the game?"
"Certainly not!" said Farley before I could answer. "We're drinking the same as you are, aren't we? I'm insulted that you should ask such a question."
"There's something in this all right," said Beth, holding her empty glass up to the light coining through the window, "and I want more!" She got it promptly and then Margaret gave in. She was almost on my lap by the time the Colonel walked in. He took one look at the dozen or so girls in his living room and went into his den. "Who's that? Is he your hunk?" she asked Farley.
"In a way, yes," she said. Some of the other girls cooed how handsome he was but Margaret didn't like that kind of talk. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh, pressing it down so I would know it was a deliberate gesture, and then she gave me a hard look. She was such a boy! With a few drinks to blur my perception I had to remind myself that she was a girl and that there were big breasts, not muscles, tinder her plaid shirt. But she was doing a very macho number on me, lighting my cigarette, spinning me a line, and running her fingers over the back of my hand absently while she tried to talk me into going to bed with her. I found myself enjoying this kind of treatment immensely. All I had to do was sit there and play coy, Margaret would do all the rest. For the first time I realized what a fortunate position women are in. Men must struggle, provide, be witty and courageous, well groomed, well dressed, and worldly, but all a' woman has to do is keep her pussy clean and the world will nestle happily in the palm of her hand.
"You're really a great-looking chick," Margaret told me. "I could go for a chick like you, you know that? Yeah, I dig blondes a lot. Is it true you all have more fun?" Margaret's hair was dark brown and her eyebrows were heavy; such a boy, I kept thinking! She moved boyishly, talked with her voice forcibly kept lower than it really was, and she flicked her ashes at the ashtray from a long distance the way men do when they're trying to impress. She thrilled me with her act and I played up to her shamelessly. No man had ever treated me so well.
"Why, thank you," I said, staring over her shoulder. The other girls were becoming friendlier, unwinding, taking off shoes, and on my other side the coach was trying to get my attention. Margaret had to work hard to keep my interest because Beth was doing her utmost to strike up a conversation with me. It seemed she liked blondes, too. "I always like to make friends."
"I'm not talking about being friends, baby," said Margaret. "What I want to get through to you is something very different In short, I'd like to fuck your ass off!" She delivered the last line coolly, watching to see what sort of reaction it would produce. And when I stared at her uncomprehendingly she grinned and went on: "That knocked you out of your socks, right? Well, don't worry about a thing, baby, just let me take care of the details."
"I'm sorry but I have to go now." I got up, knowing full well that she wouldn't let me escape. Her hand grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans and tugged me back onto the couch, and I had to struggle to keep from laughing out loud. She delighted me, the game delighted me, and I wanted to surrender just so she could carry me over into the next stage. But first I had to knock some of her self-confidence for a loop, and to that end I went along with her game a little longer.
"I want to eat your pussy," she whispered, her arm about my neck and her face right up to my ear. "I want to stick my tongue right in it and suck out your juice and then I'm going to lick your asshole and finger you until you come like a volcano! And then I'm going to fuck you like nobody else can fuck you. How do you like them apples, you beautiful thing?"
"But you're a girl!" I protested.
"You don't believe I can fuck you?"
"No!" I had fallen into her trap. Her next line dovetailed into mine so perfectly that I couldn't think how to wriggle out. Around us the party was getting rougher by the minute. My team, being familiar with the ways of female love, were making advances at the other team, not caring that they were roundly outnumbered. And Beth, the sturdy coach, kept trying to feel me up no matter how hard Margaret tried to monopolize me.
"Then let me show you." Her hand traveled down to my breasts and moved in between the buttons to get at the naked flesh. I shivered and tried to pull away, but that only brought me closer to Beth. The coach started to run her hand up and down the leg of my dungarees and her hot breath brushed along the arch of my neck as she crept closer and closer. The two women were closing in on me like a vise, and for a moment I experienced a weird panic, a pre-rape anxiety that only disappeared when I realized we were surrounded by friends. Besides, how often did a girl like me get herself seduced? I sat back and made myself as comfortable as possible, giving them the sign that their hands could go anywhere without interference from me. And they took advantage of that right away. Beth grabbed hold of my crotch and tried to arouse my clitoris through the stiff denim. Margaret forced the buttons of my blouse undone right to the belt, and moved the garment out of the way so that my tits stuck right out. With a groan she sank down on them and licked them all over with such relish that I couldn't stop from expressing my own pleasure.
"Oh, that's so nice!" I whispered, arching my back so as to present my tits to her more openly. She started to concentrate on my nipples, working my tits up to the point at which they seemed about to take off! I hardly noticed that Beth was undoing my dungarees, but when she had the belt and zip undone I dutifully lifted my ass so she could slide them off my hips.
They had stripped me naked and the pace of their lovemaking became more intense. Somehow they managed to get their own clothes off without stopping, and it was heavenly to be mauled and kissed all over all at once. Beth's body was surprisingly voluptuous. Her butch hairdo and the stern set of her face was in direct contrast to her large, soft tits, her small waist and lush hips. But Margaret was a little dyke from head to foot, a tough boy's body, no tits, a lot of hair between her legs, and the slender muscles of her body were well defined. She was tanned without interruption and Beth was white all over, and the contrast between the two made it all the more exciting for me. I could reach out and fondle a set of big white tits or a pair of tanned nipples, big soft thighs or slender, muscular ones, it was up to me. But for the time being I did nothing. The two women were working me over like high-priced masseuses, kissing, squeezing, caressing me lightly or titillating me shamelessly.
"Hey, how about leaving her to me," Margaret said bitchily when she wanted to get at my pussy and found Beth there already.
"I saw her first," said the coach, and with that she sank her face into my cunt and thrust her tongue into my cunt with such force that I let out a long, involuntary cry. "See, she likes me. So get out of here."
"You saw her first! I spotted her right away and she's mine. But I'm not going to argue with you, you old swine, let's ask her."
"Do what you want," I said dreamily. "This is just beautiful!"
"In that case, share and share alike," said Beth, displaying her maturity. Margaret shrugged and accepted the situation for what it was. She went back to my tits and worked on them with a vengeance. She was still angry but that worked to my advantage. The way she licked and sucked, nibbled and bit, blended in perfectly with the tongue-fucking I was getting downstairs. And then, lost in that dream of lust and eroticism, I became a hoop perched high up a pole, yearning for a ball to drop through me but unable to be of help to the players. Down the other end of the court Margaret and Beth were dribbling, dodging, weaving, trying to get through a heavy defensive screen, coming close and heightening my expectations, being repelled and causing me to be depressed, but constantly working. I wanted that ball to drop through my hole so badly that it drove me giddy. The frustrations of being just a hoop fixed to the top of a pole made me shake with anger and desire. I wanted to yell out to Beth and Margaret that they should try for a long shot, anything, anything, just get that ball into my hole!
They worked so hard. At one point they were right near me and every part of me stood on edge waiting to receive that ball. But no, they were sent back to the center of the court. I began to doubt that they would ever succeed, Beth almost lost the ball at one point, and Margaret had to scramble to keep it in possession. And then, with a miraculous burst of speed and agility, Margaret turned, twisted, ducked through a gap in the defense, and leaped high into the air. I watched her as she floated up, the ball held high, her eyes fixed on me, floating higher than anyone I had ever seen and moving in so close I could hear her heart beat-to dunk that ball right through the center-SLAM!-for total fulfillment.
As I went through the contortions of my climax the two women kept up their barrage of stimuli to ease me in and out, and when I wanted to lie there and revel in the echoes they left me alone to do just that. The coach rolled over on the floor and began masturbating with practiced ease. Margaret rubbed her pussy too, but she was watching me and waiting for me to be ready for the next level.
"You're hot," she whispered. "I've never seen a chick take to this shit so quickly. Are you sure it's your first time?"
"Yes, positive," I lied. The others had been infected by us, it seemed, because there was a tangle of naked bodies on the other side of the room from which arose gasps and squeals and a lot of very wet noises. I couldn't make out who was doing whom, but it didn't matter. As long as they were all having fun I could have mine. 'The two of you just destroyed me. Do you all ways work together?"
"Never." Margaret threw Beth a dirty look. 'That old bitch is always trying to muscle in, though, she can't get enough young ass to keep her happy I guess. She's not a bad piece herself but she really is too pushy. However, that's not what I want to get into. I promised to fuck your ass off and that's just what I'm going to do,"
"You are?" A ripple of bliss ran through me. "But how?" Margaret didn't answer. She made me stretch out along the couch with my back up high against the armrest and my legs spread wide apart. Then she assumed the same position, only she put one leg over the corresponding one and one under the other. We were scissored now, and her ass came over toward mine with the intention of doing lewd things to me. That hairy mound pressed into mine, and after she had propped herself up Margaret reached down and opened her pussy up with two fingers. I found myself staring directly into its pinkness but it took me a while to work out what was wrong with what I saw. Something was out of place, and finally it hit home: there, just above the florid pink inner lips, was a little staff that stood up from its fleshy bed, upright and an inch long! "Holy shit!"
"You like it?" She grinned at me and played with her extraordinary clitoris to make it even harder. "It can do what a nine-inch man can't begin to do." That sounded like a hell of a boast to me but I let it slide. She moved right in now and worked our pussies together so that her clitoris touched mine. It was a wild, intoxicating moment, one in which my clit seemed to expand to the same length. Both of us watched our cunts as they kissed with smacking lips, both of us intent on guiding our clits and getting the most out of them. But then Margaret took over again, moving that amazing stalk toward my cunt's hole and penetrating it with a quick jolt of her loins.
"WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!" I yelled. I couldn't get over the idea that there was a girl fucking me, piercing me, driving a phallic object right into my cunt! My cunt was forced to contract to get a hold of her clit, and that made the experience all the finer. She and I had to work equally hard, Margaret gripped the couch and pushed her cunt at mine so hard that her pubic bone ground into my clitoral area, and when she pulled back the trapped air of our cunts exploded out with a ripping sound. And I lay back and let her do whatever she wanted. The ecstasy of it all flooded my system and filled my head with a deep red swirl of bliss that carried me off into very weird regions. Sloppy cunts blurted and burped, her clitoris ran in and out of my tightened cunt muscles, she was panting and grunting, and on the floor next to us Beth drove a bunch of fingers up her own cunt while she kept her face right near the area where our pussies met. After a while Margaret and I settled into a very smooth and mellow routine. Her pussy moved back and forth in opposite time to mine, and it was the delicious sensation of her clit caressing my oversensitive entrance along with my cunt muscles jerking off her clit that brought us to one climax after another. Great waves of sexual joy took us on their crests and, like surfers, we rode each one out to the beach before paddling out to take the next one. We surfed until we were too tired to paddle anymore, and then we lay still as if basking in the sun.
But of course we were indoors and it was getting dark outside. The living room, once so orderly and clean, was now littered with naked bodies and empty bottles. Farley was sound asleep between two girls from the opposing team, a few of the girls were smoking and drinking, and the rest were resting or in the last throes of lovemaking. The coach was snoring at the foot of the couch, and when Margaret and I decided to wet our whistles we took great care not to disturb her.
"This is the best game we've ever played," declared Margaret in the privacy of the kitchen. "The only trouble is, how will we decide who won and who lost?"
"That's easy." I mixed the vodka and orange, added an ice cube, and took a sip. "We see who is still awake and the team with the most alert people takes the prize."
"Fair enough." We walked back into the living room and counted heads. It came to a draw. "Well, we'll just have to have a rematch," sighed Margaret.
It took me half an hour or so to realize someone was missing. The whole room seemed to be asleep by this time and I was on the point of nodding off, too. But then I wondered how Janet had been doing and when I tried to find her she was not there! T wondered how she had managed to slip away. She must have disappeared when the orgy was at its peak because before and after that it was too quiet for anyone to have left without being noticed. Why did she do it? Janet loved this kind of partying better than most of us. I couldn't work it out, but I did decide it would be better for me to leave, too. When those girls came round there would be hangovers and guilt and recriminations, and I wasn't in the mood for any of that. Quickly I slipped into my clothes and out of the house.
By the time I got home I wasn't too happy. The team was going downhill fast, and our latest "match" had proved that we couldn't withstand the lures of the flesh. I grinned in spite of myself. The lures of the flesh! I was beginning to talk like Marcie's father, the chaplain. No, it was just post-coital depression, nothing to worry about. I walked up the stairs to my room but outside my parent's bedroom door I paused sharply. Something was going on in there, something to do with sex. I yawned and moved on. It was either my father with Ma or Ma with Evert. In either case that couldn't hold my attention for long. I decided to go straight to bed and to sleep off the remains of the party. But, after I had taken off my clothes, I decided to take a little peek just the same. I perched on the chair and looked through the ventilation grill-and almost fell off!
My father was in there, his back hunched, his buttocks flexing as he drove thrust after thrust into Janet. Her lithe black body labored under him, getting the maximum out of every stroke, caressing him, digging her fingernails into Ms ass, and her little cries reached me like a familiar tune. That no-good double-dealing bitch! How could she do this to me? She must have slipped out of the party and gone directly to my place own house! I snuck downstairs and peered into Evert's window. There was Evert, his back hunched and his buttocks flexing to drive his cock deep into my mother's mouth. I went back to my room, closed the door, turned off lights, and pulled the covers over my head to block out the world. But now that I knew what was going on, there was nothing I could do about it. Every sound made perfect sense and carried with it a clear image of what had produced it. Those little wet noises showed me Daddy's dick delving into Janet's magenta and pink pussy, the tiny moans her open mouth as it gasped for breath, his grunts depicted a bull in the middle of a charge, and the more I heard and saw, the worse it became.
There I was, all alone in my bed while my parents were fucking their brains out. This was almost as bad as Peyton Place! My best friend had stolen my Daddy away, Ma was in bed with the batman, and none of them cared a fig about me! Worse, they wouldn't quit! Daddy fucked on and on, and Janet cried out in ecstasy over and over until I wanted to stuff a pillow down her throat to shut her up. What was the matter with him? He had been fucking when I came in and they kept on fucking for a quarter of an hour, half an hour, three-quarters-and no sign of anyone slowing down!
I couldn't even masturbate. My cunt was hot and the sensory nerves had reached their absolute refractory phase. Touching it was a joyless experience. My nipples were at the same level, and so all I could do was try to go to sleep. Impossible with all those noises coming through the ventilator grill. I resolved to block it up with concrete or putty the next day. Privacy was more important than knowing what was going on next door. No more sex, no more snooping, my life was going to revolve around basketball and perhaps I'd put some effort into bolstering my sagging grades. Yes sir, that's what I would do.
But in the morning things looked much brighter. Asceticism was all very well and in time I might become a basketball-nun, but not just yet. I woke up feeling all horny and tingly, and when my hands moved down to my pussy it responded by emitting the most delicate thrills to all parts of my body. "Mmmmmmm-mm!" I groaned, rolling over on my belly and moving my hips so that my cunt crushed into the restless fingers. What dreams I had had! "Oooohhhhhh!" through pursed lips, marveling at the intensity of the feelings my groping stirred up. I had been the tunnel and the train had had a familiar face. Who? I didn't pursue the thought but luxuriated in the pleasure welling up in my loins. The bedclothes became oppressive and I kicked them off so that my naked body lay exposed to the early morning sun and the mellow breeze coming through the open windows. One hand at my Pussy, the other on a breast, fingering and squeezing, rubbing nipple and clit until a fiery connection had been established between them. Solo fun. I didn't feel the need for anyone at that moment, perfectly content to rub myself into a state of high-pitched ecstasy.
I even got off the bed and stood before the full-length mirror to watch as I made love to myself. What could replace these pleasures? "When I thought of basketball now it only made me want to yawn. I was free to do what I wanted wife this shapely body, to give it to whoever I wanted to take me, to use it for my own devious purposes. A surge of power rushed through me to leaven the rising passions. Look at those tits, I thought, lifting them in both hands and standing so close to the mirror that my nipples touched the cold glass. What man wouldn't like to get hold of them? Didn't they look just like the knockers you saw in girlie magazines? And what an ass! I turned sideways and looked at my body in profile, impressed with the long, smooth lines, the jutting buttocks, yes, just like a centerfold. I hugged myself gleefully and fell back on the bed to masturbate in earnest, fingering, poking, licking the juice of the dipping finger before pushing it back into the oily channel of my cunt, kneading my breasts, and writhing about on the bed in a bid to accommodate all those conflicting desires. It felt as though a whole bunch of orgasms were shifting around inside me like so many unborn children, all fighting to get out, and I labored furiously to give them an outlet. Digging, fingering, groaning, almost crying with frustration, I managed to bring myself to one climax after another, discharging those bottled-up orgasms like a Gatling gun, and when the last one popped out I floated about euphorically, headed for more sleep.
"What on earth were you doing?" The sound of a male voice made me jump up in fright. Daddy stood at the door, a bewildered expression on his face, and at that moment I realized that his was the face that had haunted my dreams. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?"
"Er ... " I didn't know what to say. The bedclothes were on the floor, the sheet was rumpled and moist with sweat, my pussy hair was wet and matted, and I was stark naked. What could I have been doing? "No, I was just doing calisthenics," I said uncertainly.
"What for, to develop your breasts?" Daddy's sarcastic tone of voice left little doubt that he had seen enough. "Listen, little girl, playing with yourself is playing with fire. You're too young for this sort of thing-wait a few years, then you'll know more about it." He closed the door behind him and sat on the bed, right next to me. I didn't move. My head was in a turmoil. I wanted him to be with me but I also wanted him to leave so I could shower and dress and put everything else behind me. And I didn't understand why he should come into my room when I was naked. He hadn't done that in years, not since I developed breasts. But there he was, sitting very close and looking right at me. "Perhaps you've got questions on the matter," said Daddy. "A parent has to be responsive so if you need help all you have to do is ask me."
"No, I'm all right. Daddy." He looked gorgeous to me. He was freshly groomed and had on all of his uniform except for the jacket. His athletic physique, his after-shave lotion, all made me want to get up really close, to hug him and press my naked body against him, to create wet little stains on his immaculate uniform with my mouth and cunt, and to see a non-uniform bulge in his pants. Instead of giving in I sat with my back against the headboard of my bed and casually spread my legs so that my cunt was pointing at him with its lips slightly parted. He couldn't help but glance down there a few times. I would look up at the ceiling and then quickly peer at him, and sure enough, his eyes would be browsing through my pubic hair. And he showed no signs of wanting to leave my room, either.
A bulge began to rise slowly. At first I thought it was my imagination but pretty soon it was all too clear. Daddy knew it, too, and he shifted about, recrossed his legs, and rested his arms on his lap to conceal it. He kept talking to me about birds and bees, and all the while his eyes wandered from my crotch to my tits, to my eyes and back to my thighs. I could feel a trickle of juice seeping out of my pussy and knew that if he looked close enough he'd see that whitish dribble. Then he would know how I felt about him. Yes, he would know that I wanted desperately to make love with him! I could admit it to myself now, perhaps because there was no escaping the realization. Daddy was within touching distance, all I had to do was throw myself about his neck and offer my body to him, and he would crack. But what if he didn't? Then I would have blown it permanently.
"There's so much I don't know about boys, Daddy," I said when his rambling talk had come to an end. "The few that I've spent any time with have always wanted to ... you know ... touch me."
"Where?" he said, nervously lighting a cigarette.
"Oh, they like to touch my breasts a lot," I touched them in order to illustrate my point, squeezing them and cupping them, and Daddy looked a little faint. "But I tell them not to touch me there because it's not right. So you know what they try then? They want to touch me right here." My hand covered my pussy briefly and I ran a finger along the slit in order to open my lips up wider. He couldn't see that finger because I kept it hidden behind my hand, but he could certainly see the pink flesh.
"Very good," he said, and now he couldn't take his eyes off my cunt even though he must have known I was looking right at him. "You're still a virgin, I take it?"
"Oh Daddy, of course!"
"It's not that I don't trust you, baby, but I have to be sure of that. Now I don't want you to mention this to your mother because she worries about matters of that sort. I don't want you to even talk about sex to her. But let me make sure for the sake of my own peace of mind."
"How can you make sure?" I didn't follow him at all now. Was there a way of telling a virgin from a non-virgin? If that was the case, I was sunk. "Can't you take my word for it?"
"Oh sure, but as I said, a father likes to know for sure." He put his cigarette out and kneeled by the side of the bed. "Just part your legs as wide as possible and close your eyes," he said. I did as he told me except that I kept looking through my lashes. Daddy bent over my pussy and his longest finger moved into the pink, moist flesh. Could he tell now how excited I was? Or had he discovered that I had lied to him, that a nine-inch cock had passed that way before his finger? I held my breath and waited for his verdict.
He fingered me for a long time, peering into my cunt and breathing heavily. "Yes, very good," he said without taking his finger out. "I can see you are still a virgin. That comes as a great relief to me. Okay, sorry to have put you through this, Renee, but you'll be a parent someday and then you'll understand."
"Yes, Daddy," I said, but I understood him right there and then. The sly old bastard. That was no virginity test, that was just his way of having fun. When he left my room he walked unsteadily and I followed him to the door to see where he would go. As I expected he went right into the bathroom and came out several minutes later without that bulge in his pants.
I lay back down on my bed and recaptured the delicious sensation of his finger in me, and I felt very happy. Daddy wanted me as much as I wanted him. The question now was: how could we overcome our fears to get at each other?
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the week that followed our operation made a lot of money. We now had three thousand dollars stashed away, quite enough to have a good floor installed, and the girls were beginning to ask when we could quit blowing the entire base. Farley, our treasurer, was sympathetic but she pointed out that we would need stands, posts, backboards, a timer, balls, and some new uniforms as well. "But how come we didn't need those before?" Eva asked, exasperated by these new developments.
"Because we couldn't imagine even getting the floor," retorted Farley. "Now that we have the money in hand I should think you girls would all feel more confident of getting the rest together. After all, at this rate it'll only take you another month."
"A month!" we groaned. I couldn't help but think back over our original scheme, when we intended to mow lawns for the money. If we had done it that way we'd be talking years instead of months.
"But Farley, I can't do it anymore!" said Marcie. "I come home with aching jaw muscles and a sore pussy, and my parents are so nosy that I have to make up a good story for being late every time! It's draining me and I want to stop."
"Me too," said Louise. "I think my parents are getting suspicious. This is an army base, rumors travel fast, and you can bet everybody knows there's something happening in that warehouse,"
"Perhaps, perhaps ... " Farley looked at all of us and she saw that we were tired of the game. At first it had been fun to suck on strange cocks and to let men fuck us through the partition, but the novelty had long worn off. Janet had been muttering that the money could be better spent on other things, like new clothes for us all, and I saw her point. Not that I told her that. I hadn't spoken to her since I had seen her in my father's bed. She must have guessed the reason for my silence because she hadn't tried to patch the rift between us up, and our mutual hostility added to the team's disintegration. We had lost another game, too, and Eva felt we ought to abandon the whole business. "In any case, I have an idea," Farley went on, "and I think it'll take care of all our problems."
"This had better be good," said Marcie with a roll of her eyes.
"I think it is. I know it's not fair to you girls to be down on your knees night after night and so I thought we'd go for the jackpot, an all or nothing shot at the ten thousand we need. There are a lot of men on this base and most of them would be willing to spend two bucks or more on any of you girls. What I have in mind, then, is a raffle. We sell two lots of tickets, one lot for five bucks a piece, the other for two. In the first lottery we have two girls as first prize, in the second we have one, and the other two will take care of the consolation prizes which will consist of, say, four blow jobs, something like that. If we do it right we can sell enough tickets to fix the basketball court and we'll have the extra for equipment, plus a little for a party. What do you think of that?"
"Sounds good," said Eva dubiously, "but that'll be the last time we have to put out, right?"
"That's the whole idea." We talked about it for a while and agreed that Farley had had a brainstorm. But Farley brought up another point, and that depressed our hopes a little. "First we have to get permission to sell raffle tickets on the base and to do that we have to persuade the military police, or at least the officer in charge of the police. My husband tells me he's a tough customer, not easily swayed, so unless you girls are prepared to give it your all we can forget about the whole deal."
"Colonel Barnes? He's tough all right," I said, thinking of the bulldog who ran the military police like a Tsar. "But judging by the looks he gives me each time he visits, I think he's got a weak spot."
"I'm glad to hear that because I've invited him over to dinner this evening. After he's eaten hell be alone in the house with me, and if you girls show up on time I think we'll have a victim on our hands. How about it, gang, will we do it?"
"Let's," said Eva, and the others nodded enthusiastically. "That man will be a real challenge, but can we be sure that hell give us a permit at the end of the session? I mean, he could have his fun and leave us flat, couldn't hr?"
"I've thought of that, too, and my husband will be taking pictures from his hiding place," smiled Farley. With a leader like her how could we go wrong? We enthused some more and then rushed home to get ready for the occasion. I was excited by the whole plan. It seemed too evil for words, the five of us using our bodies to extort a permit from a man who thought of himself as being above sin. Deliriously evil! I loved that surge of power that ran through me each time I saw a man's lust for my body flare up? that crumbling of strong facades, that regression to willful infancy! All I had to do was flash a breast, a bun, a strand of pussy hair, and men came running, tongues hanging out. Well, we would see if Colonel Barnes was as much of a sucker.
When I walked into my house, though, all those delightful thoughts vanished. My parents were yelling at each other in the living room, and Evert stood by them like a referee. I had never seen them fight so openly and viciously. The gist, it soon became apparent, was that Ma wanted to sleep with Evert in his room and without Daddy being around. And given the gist, it was quite natural that they should clam up the moment they saw me. "Go to your room, we're talking," Ma said imperiously. I obeyed at once, knowing how dangerous my mother could be when truly riled. I didn't care for her much when I stopped to think about it.
At the top of the stairs I paused and listened to the ensuing argument. Daddy refused outright to even think about her idea. She would sleep with him and do what she had to do in their bed, or she would do nothing at all. And Ma insisted that she was entitled to privacy, that she and Evert weren't part of his property, etc., etc. "It was all right the other night when you had that little black slut in your bed," she accused him. 'Then I had to go down to Evert's. room! But now that I want something my way you put your foot down. Well, I've had enough of this double standard. I'm sleeping with Evert tonight whether you like it or not!"
"You're not," said Daddy in his threatening voice.
"Try to stop me and see what happens." Ma had issued her ultimatum and he his. Now that there was no way out of the dispute they faced each other like angry dogs and waited for each other to back down. I knew they wouldn't. They had gone too far this time.
"Pack her bags, Evert," he told his batman. "She's leaving for good."
"In that case I'll pack mine, too, sir," said Evert.
"That would be desertion, Evert," Daddy replied stiffly.
"Then you'll have to report him missing," said my mother with a sarcastic grin. "And you'll have to report me missing, too, so that people can add one and one and come up with two. That'll really make you a big man on campus, your wife running off with your batman. Everyone's going to respect you, that's for sure."
"You bitch!" hissed my father. His face was deep red and I was worried he'd have a heart attack. "All right, the both of you can get out. Renee and I will manage fine without you two. So go, go! Get the hell out of my house, you parasites!" He turned on his heel and walked out of the house, marching with a straight back and his shoulders squared.
My mother and Evert embraced and kissed, excited by their new freedom, and then they hastened to their rooms to throw some clothes into a suitcase. Neither of them said a word to me, perhaps because I made myself scarce. I couldn't believe this was happening. My mother ought to know better than to leave a general for a corporal, I told myself. But then I thought of Evert's prowess in bed and out, and I thought she mightn't have made such a bad deal after all. Besides, it left me alone with Daddy. When he had alluded to me I had felt a thrill of recognition-was he, perhaps, thinking the same way? Renee and I will manage fine. Yes we would!
Still, it was saddening to see Ma and Evert walk out. The house fell strangely silent and I knew Daddy wouldn't be back till late. When there was a crisis he did what a general had to do: he went to the officers' mess and drank himself into a gentlemanly stupor. All the better for me. I showered and changed, stocked up on calories for energy, and thus prepared I went over to Farley's place. I was let in at the back door so as not to disturb the guest of honor and while Farley put the finishing touches to his mood the other girls and I sat quietly in the kitchen.
"Look at us," said Eva with a sarcastic grin, "a bunch of courtesans waiting to be presented to the visiting dignitary. I tell you, girls, no one has done more for basketball than our team."
"Too true," I said. I wanted to go home already so I could be there when Daddy got back from the officers' mess. He would be a little tipsy and carefree and I would be able to lead him to bed so easily. And once he was there, wouldn't he want my company? A good daughter had a duty to console her parent. I shivered. Janet sat opposite me and she kept her eyes from meeting mine. A peal of rage erupted in me. If that bitch tried to worm her way into Daddy's bed before I got there, I'd kill her! It'd be just like her. All she had to hear was a hint that my mother had gone with Evert, and she'd be at the front door. Well, she wouldn't hear it from me. Marcie and Louise sat on the one chair and leaned against each other, their eyes closed, napping a little so as to be fresh for the exertions to come. This gathering was a far cry from the initial orgy, that joyful occasion which had sparked off so much lechery.
"I'd like you to meet the basketball team, Colonel," we heard Farley say cheerfully, "the girls who will be benefiting by this lottery. Come on girls, meet the man who can help us so much!" We got off our chairs and checked our appearances quickly in a mirror, patting hairs into place, straightening dresses, and we were ready. All of us had, according to Farley's instructions, dressed in our cutest little dresses with panty hose and ribbons and patent leather shoes. We didn't like the outfits because they made us look so much younger. But that was what Farley wanted.
"Good evening, Colonel," we said, grouping in a semicircle about the chair in which he sat. He looked us over through hooded eyes and nodded guardedly. He knew us as vaguely as we knew him, from seeing him at parties and at the base, and he knew that my father was a general, Marcie's a chaplain, and so on. For that reason he wasn't about to suspect what he was led to suspect, namely that Farley was offering us to him. He had a big drink in his hand and he took a large gulp of it, then looked at us again. "Can we do anything for you, Colonel?" Eva said sweetly. Her tits became all the more prominent when she had her hands behind her back, and for a moment the Colonel gazed at her ample protuberances and we could see his desire for them.
"Well no, I'm all right," he said. "Why don't you sit down, girls, make yourself comfortable."
"Oh no, we want to make you comfortable," said Marcie. The little tomboy had come a long way in a short time. Before any of us could make a move she was already by his side, pushing his arm off the armrest with her cute little ass so she could perch there. "Are you sure I can't do anything for you? Light your cigarette, perhaps, or your fire?"
"Does your father know you're here?" asked the bulldog, his face a strangely mottled shade suddenly.
"No he doesn't," said Marcie softly. "Does your wife know you're here?"
"Marcie, don't be rude!" said Farley. "Bring the Colonel's glass here, can't you see it's empty?" The rest of us moved in closer and the military man began to look uncomfortable. He was surrounded and he didn't know why. "You see, Colonel," Farley went on, "we really want that permit. If only you could see your way clear to signing it for us, we would be so very grateful ... and we would do anything to repay you? wouldn't we, girls?"
"Ooooh yes!" we cooed, moving in so close to him that he had four pussies within biting distance, five when Marcie came back with his drink. She sat up against him like a little black kitten, one leg on the floor, the other bent toward him so that a lot of her smooth thigh was showing. "We'd do anything for that permit, Colonel!"
"Now look here, I appreciate your side of it but you won't tell me what exactly is being raffled! How can I give you my permission if I don't know what's at stake?"
"Do you want to know?" Farley pushed through the cordon of girls around the Colonel and looked him in the eye until he nodded, "This is what we're putting up as first prize." In one smooth motion she lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, pushed her pussy out at him, and then pulled her panties up and let her dress drop to resume the mantle of the perfect hostess.
"Oh, very good," croaked the Colonel.
"And that's not all." Farley nodded at us and we all followed her example, giving him a flash of cunt that had his head turning from side to side, eyes bulging, trying to get as much viewing in as the short flash allowed. "That's not bad for the money, is it?"
"No, no, it's very generous," The Colonel downed his drink rashly, and repeated: "Very generous indeed. But how will you promulgate the prize? I can't have you putting up posters for pussy, now can I?" He bellowed with laughter briefly and asked for another drink. Marcie rushed to serve him.
"We've thought of that. What we'll do is publicize it as a surprise raffle for men only, and we'll pass the details of the prizes along the grapevine. That way the wives won't be any the wiser but all the men will get to know about it."
"Very clever," The Colonel thought a while. We stood around him like eager geishas and waited for his answer. "And you say you'll do anything in exchange?"
"Anything!"
"It's a deal." The words were hardly out of his mouth before Farley had the permit under his nose, with a pen for him to sign it. The Colonel looked a little put out but he scrawled his signature on it and looked at us expectantly. At a sign from Farley we began to undress very slowly, lingering over each article of clothing and looking at him with bright eyes. The Colonel shifted uncomfortably and Farley said he didn't have to be embarrassed: if his cock was trapped he could free it. And when he didn't she bent over and did it for him, moving the growing bulge until it sprang into a long ridge of flesh under his pants. I wondered what he wanted us to do for him. He was such a square-looking guy with his crew cut and his pugnacious face, and that big body that was one muscle. He didn't move until we were all stark naked. Farley had joined the fun, too, and he had six choices to make. Which one would he want first? Even though I wasn't particularly attracted to him, I was very flattered when he motioned me to come closer.
"What would you like me to do?" I asked him in my best siren's voice.
"Eat it," he said? his voice gruff now.
"Sure, I'd love to." I sank down on my knees between his legs and undid his pants skillfully. The Colonel watched me as I extricated his cock, a squat little monster that looked a lot like him, and when my tongue stroked the rubbery surface of his knob he sighed with satisfaction. The others wanted to do something for him too, and Marcie was so anxious to please him that she proffered her pussy to his face. But the Colonel wasn't into that.
"I don't do things like that!" he protested, and for a second I thought he was going to lose his erection. "You girls just show it to me, I don't want nothing to do with touching it."
"You want a show!" exclaimed Farley. "Well all right, you've got it." I couldn't see what the others were doing; the only one I could see was Janet. She was striking poses that were nothing short of obscene. She bent over so that her ass was facing the Colonel and then her hands reached behind her to open her cunt right up so he could see the pink innards. She turned around and masturbated for him, fondled her tits, and simulated an orgasm, and the Colonel was so hard that I thought he'd rip my mouth open with his stocky cock. He was a lot thicker down the bottom that at the top and each time my face dipped down over him I got three-quarters of him in easily enough, but then it got tough. I struggled to swallow him whole and he did his best to assist me, but it took a long time before I got down to the hilt. Thick, rock-hard flesh throbbed between my lips and shook loose the apathy in which my cunt lay embedded. His virility aroused me deeply and I began to imagine how it would be to have this thick cock right up my cunt, shoving and pushing, forcing its way into my body until I could only surrender helplessly. If only the Colonel didn't look so happy about getting his cock sucked!
"Isn't there something else you'd like?" asked Farley. She stood very close to him, her arms akimbo, legs apart, and as she looked down on the Colonel I saw something spark in his eye. He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. Farley had been around long enough to know what that little look meant. "Come on, sneak up!" she said, her tone suddenly unfriendly. "There must be something you want right now."
"No, no, I'm happy," said the Colonel, a small tremor in his hoarse voice. Farley sucked the air in through her teeth and looked at him in disgust. "Honestly, this is fine for me!"
"What a sickening little man you are," she said, and now her voice cut through the air like a whip. "Come on girls, let's teach this leech what sex is all about." I couldn't get over the change in her and the others were loath to jump the Colonel. He could kick us through the wall if he felt like it! But then Eva moved forward and the others followed, swaying toward the man, hands on their hips, and grinning; the way Farley grinned, lecherously. "Let his dick go, Renee, he doesn't deserve to get it sucked."
"Okay, gladly," I said. The Colonel yelled at me to get back down on him and just as I was about to, Farley's hand whipped through the air and slapped him right in the mouth.
"You piss-ant!" she hissed. "You'll apologize for that. On your knees!" The Colonel refused but she slapped him again and again until he crawled on to the floor and begged for her forgiveness. "Forgive you? For yelling at this dear girl? Get on all fours, you worthless miscreant!" He couldn't wait to comply. His powerful body was covered in hair down the back, and his ass stuck out, strangely smooth, virtually begging to be spanked. Farley didn't have to tell us. As one we landed blows on his bare bottom until if; turned red, and that was when the Colonel really started to enjoy himself. "Faggot!" Farley called him. "How did a fruit like you ever get to be in command of the military police! You must have sucked a lot of cocks and brown-nosed a lot of brass to get this far. Smack him, girls, punish him for being a toady and a queer!" Our blows were like the clatter of a hail storm, and the more we hit the more fun it became. I felt a strange sort of rage well up in me, one that was produced not by the Colonel but by the very act of hitting! Where I'd patted him in the beginning, I was now laying into him with all my strength, and when I couldn't hit hard enough I used my nails to get that extra bit of pain into his system. The others were doing the same and pretty soon there were a lot of bloody little spots over Ms smooth buttocks, redder than the scarlet blush we had caused there.
Was Farley's husband recording all this? I looked around until I spotted him peering through the open door of a closet, and sure enough, he had his camera working overtime. I was glad that our efforts weren't going to waste. In spite of the satisfaction I derived from slapping the Colonel about, I thought it was also demeaning, even disgusting to see a big strong man groveling like that. He was like a baby getting tickled, laughing and crying, writhing about on the ground in fits of ecstasy and pain, and there was sperm dribbling out of his hard-on! What a waste. I was aching to fuck, whether it was him or a broomstick made no difference, as long as it was long and hard! The girls were beating his chest and belly now, and aiming vicious slaps to the head of his dick, but nothing could make it go down. Farley lifted one of his legs and began to work her finger up his asshole, even though her nails were long and dangerous. The Colonel couldn't get enough.
"Forgive me, forgive me!" he blubbered.
"Oh, I've had enough of this bullshit." Farley stormed out of the room and came back with a leather belt. She folded it double and began to slash at him with it. The Colonel looked terrified and tried to crawl away but the five of us held him down, and took advantage of his helplessness to jam our pussies against his nose and elbows, any part of him that protruded at all! And I, being a little ahead of the others, managed to make a nest for myself in the vicinity of big cock, sliding up carefully and planting it into my pussy without anyone's noticing. At last! His cock filled me up and took care of that hot, empty longing down there, at least for the moment. To make sure the others didn't get jealous I pretended to be just as busy beating him as they were, but actually I was totally occupied in following him around and bobbing on his dick with all my might.
The Colonel noticed, of course, and on several occasions he forgot about his terror to check and see exactly who it was on his dick. When he saw me bouncing about there he grinned vaguely but immediately resumed his facade of panic lest the women become more enraged. It was a fine fuck, so sneaky, so smart, they were all around me and yet none of them knew. The leather belt thwacked against his chest and stomach, over his arms, leaving long red weal's all over him, even drawing blood when the buckle got in the way. The Colonel couldn't be any harder. His cock seemed to grow inside me, hard and thick, so strong and virile that he almost burst out of the clamp I had on him.
"There, that ought to teach you a lesson." Farley was red in the face and covered in sweat. She dropped the belt and squatted over his face so that her pussy just about ringed his nose. "And now, since you don't know how to take care of a woman's needs, I'll show you how a woman makes amends later." I couldn't see what she was doing there except for the occasional fingertip running back far enough to emerge from the hairy clump below her buttocks. Clearly she was masturbating in his face and the Colonel's cock doubled in thickness. I was moaning and carrying on without restraint now. The girls knew it and I didn't care. My hands groped ahead of me and found support on Farley's hips, and hunched over like that I fucked him hard and fast, urgently driving toward my major climax. Squishy sounds emanated from Farley's cunt and they blended with mine. The girls were using the Colonel's fingers to get off or they were jerking off independently. Farley's husband remained in the closet but he was beating off a mile a minute. The whole place reeked of this onanistic orgy, male sweat, pussy juice, hard sex! I couldn't last much longer. That fat cock was rubbing my clitoris into oblivion while it filled my belly, and already I had lost the beat and was helplessly writhing on top of him in the hope of making it.
The Colonel grabbed Farley by the waist and pulled her down on his face, and when the girls saw him eating her out they cheered him on. At the same time his hips began to move up and down with great vigor, shoving his dick into me with such force that I found myself striving only to keep my balance. And it was while I was distracted that my body exploded into a thousand pieces and I wilted like a brutalized flower to roll sideways off him. Sperm still spurted out of his erect, laid-back cock, and the others scrambled to get their little taste. But I was out of reach. This was the one I'd been waiting for. Smaller climaxes rollicked through me like runaway fireballs, and I let them careen about until they ran out of steam and all of me could relax.
"Phew!" said the Colonel, lifting himself painfully out of the welter of bare female flesh. "I might just buy me a couple of lottery tickets. You girls are real good!"
"You're not bad yourself," said Farley, "once you get started, anyway." She was right there. I got to my feet and washed my pussy in her bathroom. It hurt and none of the feelings remaining down there even hinted of pleasure. I went home, anxious only to get to bed. Daddy was in the living room. His eyes were bleary and when he saw me he tried to get to his feet. I just waved at him and shot up the stairs. He wanted me-and I couldn't take him! But there was always tomorrow. I'd be better for him the next day, and extra good the day after. Now that Ma was out of the picture there was plenty of time.
"Don't you want me to tell you a bedtime story?" I heard him shout from downstairs. Something fell over and crashed, a vase perhaps.
"Tomorrow, Daddy!"
"Aw shit, fuck tomorrow!" he muttered, and I thought that was prophetic.
CHAPTER NINE
But I was wrong. When I saw Daddy the next day he was fully dressed, groomed, and the complete officer and gentleman again. No mention of the previous evening, not a bloodshot eye or despondent sigh, we were back at square one. I didn't dare ask him about bedtime stories that morning, nor during the days that followed. All I could do was hope that he'd snap out of his newly adopted role. Each night I checked on him to make sure he was in bed by himself and each night he was. Janet tried to call him once but he wouldn't talk with her. I didn't understand his overall plan, but it seemed as though he was aiming for martyrdom.
I was kept pretty busy doing all the things Evert and Ma had done before, and I performed each task grudingly. They were out in the big wide world somewhere having fun and I was polishing boots and cooking dinner! If this was a woman's lot then they could keep it. I intended to remain a dependent for as long as possible just so I'd have someone to do all this stuff for me. Of course my dependency depended on the imminent return of Ma and Evert, because if they stayed away much longer I'd have to resign from this family.
On the other hand the lottery was doing great. Tickets were being sold all over the base and when they ran out we heard that scalpers had gone into action to bilk the latecomers. Farley had all the money she needed now and before the payoff was scheduled she had already contacted contractors, paid them and got them started on the work in the warehouse. If anyone asked us about the source of all that money, Farley had instructed us to answer that she had received an inheritance, and if people didn't believe that, bad luck for them. We were just to stick to our story. That took care of that, and it only remained to us to draw lots and see who would pair up with whom. Farley had decided against two-dollar tickets after we had been given our permit, and so all had been sold for five, with the first prize of two girls and one girl for the second, third, and fourth.
Most of us wanted to be part of the first prize package, if only to have some company. But when I found out I was to partner Janet, my joy was severely mitigated. Neither of us said anything, of course. Our hostility had so far been entirely tacit. We just knew that there would be friction. We didn't know how much, though, that only became clear when the first prizewinner was announced.
Ma had been away for a week by the time the winners were drawn from a barrel under the stern gaze of the military police Colonel, and I found out later that Daddy had bought twenty tickets for himself. That improved his odds but it was still a hell of a shock when he won. Only Farley, the team, and the Colonel were present at the drawing, and when my father's name was announced I turned white from head to foot. Farley immediately asked if I wanted to let someone take my place, but that would be unthinkable. Let Janet see him without me there? No thank you! I shook my head even before the incestuous implications had expounded themselves in my mind. All I could think of was that horrible night I'd caught Daddy in bed with my former best friend.
"Are you sure now, Renee?" Farley asked. They were all looking at me with big, round eyes, and when I refused a second time the coach sighed and said: "Okay, if you want to be Daddy's girl, that's fine with me."
The event dawned on me in pieces that slowly fit together. The big moment had arrived! Now I was free to make love with my father, I had a chance to get even with Janet, we wouldn't have to operate the brothel any longer, and everything would be fine! It had already been arranged that all the girls would be masked before presenting themselves at the home of the winner (or at any spot designated by the aforementioned should his abode be unavailable for the purpose), special masks that fit as snugly as stocking caps and would last us throughout the night Of course there was a good chance Daddy would recognize us anyway, but that was a chance I was more than willing to take.
The next evening, Janet and I arrived at my place, both of us seductively attired in a couple of Farley's slinkiest dresses, platform shoes, stockings that came halfway up our thighs and were held in place with gaudy garter belts, frilly panties, the works! But over our heads we wore cotton balaclavas especially made for the purpose, snugly fitted and with small holes for eyes, mouth and nostrils. They came down to our necks and weren't too comfortable-but necessary! If Daddy saw my face he wouldn't go through with it. Worse, he would know what I had been doing, that I had a lurid past!
Daddy opened the door, looked around to see if the neighbors were watching, and ushered us into the living room. He had on casual slacks and an open-necked shirts, with loafers, the lights were low, music was playing, and it was all too clear that my father was in the mood for love. "Sit down, girls," he said cordially, "and we'll have a few drinks before we start off. If you want to take off those masks, feel free, I won't tell anyone who you are. If I recognize you, that is."
"I'm sorry, sir, but our careers are on the line here," I said, disguising my voice as best I could by making it throaty. "We're movie starlets filling in during a dry spell, if you know what I mean, and we wouldn't want any of our fans to know about it."
"Starlets, huh?" He looked us over and nodded. "Well, from what I can see you certainly are a pair of stunners." He handed us our drinks and added straws so we wouldn't get our masks wet. My body was electric with excitement. "Before you start drinking, would you mind taking off your clothes?" Daddy asked us the way a person would ask another person to tell him the time of day. We responded just as casually but we were both trembling visibly. The contest was on. Janet looked at me and threw down the gauntlet: may the better woman win. And I signaled her with my eyes that she was on. "Beautiful, beautiful," he muttered, appraising us like a real connoisseur. "Well, ladies, here's to the evening!" He raised his drink and we lifted ours, and the night had begun.
Daddy wanted Janet and me to make love to each other while he watched. I hadn't expected that and I was very reluctant to obey him. Just touching her made me angry. But Daddy had won and he deserved everything he wanted. Janet and I came toward each other like two hedgehogs and when we did touch it was with such reserve that our quills barely clashed. Daddy enjoyed our reserve, mistaking it for natural heterosexual aversion. If only he knew, I thought, and with that I grabbed Janet about the waist and brought her down on the couch so that she fell ungracefully and her legs opened wide to let me at her pussy. I was down on her in a flash, eating and sucking noisily to keep her off balance. She knew what my motives were and tried to struggle into a more equal position. But what woman can resist a nimble tongue in the right place? She kept moving but each move opened her up further, and in the end I had her on her back with her knees pressing against her tits and so wide apart that her cunt hole yawned below my thrusting tongue.
"Very good," I heard Daddy say. The mask was in my way to some extent and around my mouth it was getting soaked in spit and pussy juice, but just knowing that we were two anonymous bodies to my father was enough to make up for that. Once Janet accepted her position we both turned on a show for him. I dug deep into her smooth pit with my long tongue and nuzzled her clitoris with my cotton-covered nose, pushing and pressing at her to make her come, and Janet moaned strangely and worked her pussy into my face with such ardor that I began to worry that my mask might slip. "Yes, very, very good. You don't mind if I have a little taste, do you?"
I cocked my ass up at him right away and he sank down on his knees behind me to flick at my cunt with the tip of his tongue. The thrills that coursed through my body were like electric eels wiggling to my brains to nest I wanted to throw myself at him and beg him �o fuck me, I wanted to reveal my identity, to confess all of my longings for him, and offer my body for him to use for as long as he wanted it. Having to inhibit my desires only intensified them, and I vented them somewhat by shaking my ass in his face and feeding him pussy by leaning back into him. It seemed to meet with his approval. I felt him coming closer and taking hold of my ass to hold it still so he could eat me out with all the delicacy and thoroughness of an oyster eater. It was difficult for me to concentrate on Janet's black, magenta, and pink pussy, and so I lay back and just gazed at it from close up while my fingers did the talking. She liked that just as much and I had fun seeing my fingers sink into her black flesh, two of them swallowed up without a trace, and to see her loins pumping and heaving to contain so much flesh.
"Delicious," pronounced Daddy. "Now for a little dessert." He moved me out of the way and lifted Janet by the backs of her thighs until she was almost standing on her head. Her legs flailed helplessly about in the air and she cried out loud as his tongue dipped deep into her open cunt and dug out little white dollops of passion fluid. I felt my cunt go dry with fear. What if he liked her more than me? But he put her down, said that she was exquisite, and then, after he had made himself comfortable with a drink and a cigar, he said: "Now make love very gently."
I couldn't figure out what he meant but Janet could, and she used my confusion to take the lead. I found myself in her arms, lying back, her face just above mine and her full lips puckering up for a kiss. "No, wait a minute, nooooo!" I cried, fearing I'd lost the advantage, but it was too late. Her lips pressed hard against mine and forced them open so that her tongue could enter me. It was as though she wanted to reclaim her own cunt juice! And just as she had caved in to my attack earlier, I had to succumb to her. It was too nice to be held that way, to be made love to, and when her fingers caressed my breasts softly I wanted her to keep going forever. What weaknesses was my flesh capable of? From out of the corner of my eye I saw Daddy taking off his clothes and rubbing his dick to make it stand right up. Janet was in a better position than me because her ass was facing him. I had to divert his attention from her delicious black buns and bring it over to mine.
My first move was to get my legs out from under me and to set both feet on the ground. That put my pussy in the limelight. Next, without a lot of bother, I began to caress Janet but my hand had a definite direction. When I got over the first cheek I located her cunt and pressed a finger up there like a stopgap. Daddy couldn't see her black bulge now, only my hand sticking a finger up it. We kept on kissing all the while and Janet had her hands all over my tits, working them over beautifully. I thought of the first night we had spent together and of how happy we had made each other. Wasn't it silly to break up such a good friendship because of a man? Or was it normal? Had it been anyone else I wouldn't have minded. I would have shared with her, stepped aside for her, I would have lent her my room! But my father was mine!
He came toward me but he didn't look too decided. For about five minutes he kissed our thighs and asses and joined us in our elaborate foreplay. Janet tried to remove my finger from her cunt but I wasn't having any of that. It stayed right up her and she couldn't struggle too hard to take it out. My cunt quivered and begged, it drooled, it sucked, anything to get Daddy's big cock into itself. Pink petal flesh shiny with juice, just right to be penetrated. Oh Daddy, Daddy, please! Wasn't it better to participate than to be a spectator? Janet was reaching for my cunt now and I knew what she had in mind. I stayed a couple of steps ahead of her by lifting up and taking her into my arms to slowly turn her around and lay her down on her belly. "Just relax, darling," I said throatily, and she had no choice but to go along with me. My lips brushed along the pert mounds of her ass and my tongue slithered along the deep cleft, blocking all possible entrances to her cunt. PLEASE DADDY!! He was stroking us and telling us how lovely we were, and I was dying!
"Oh, fuck me, general!" I moaned suddenly. The words escaped me before I knew it and I wanted to retract them at once. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you so badly!" There was no stopping it now. "It's months since I've seen a cock that size with such a gorgeous man attached to it Give it to me, general, give it all to me!"
"No, give it to me!" Janet wasn't about to give up. "You'll like it inside me, general, it's warm and smooth and really wet, but it's much tighter than hers!"
"No, me, me, me!" I let Janet go and made a rush for Daddy. He dodged me and sidestepped Janet who had jumped to her feet and leaped at him. "You bitch!" I yelled, outraged by her treachery. "Back off or you'll get a mouthful of knuckle!"
"Oh yeah!" Janet was ready to go. Her black eyes sparked through the holes in her mask and sweat formed large patches over her brow. Daddy tried to mediate but not very successfully, and suddenly we flung ourselves at each other in a jealous rage! Even as I did it I couldn't believe it was really happening. This was wrong! It would turn Daddy off, it would ruin our plans-but I couldn't stop myself. We fought fiercely, slapping and scratching, intent only on killing the other ... when I noticed that Daddy was having a ball.
He was back in his chair and tugging at his cock with a broad smile. When he noticed my look he nodded benignly and kept right on jerking himself off. "Oh God no!" I muttered. Janet landed several hard blows during this pause and my frustration boiled over. I socked her right on the point of her chin and that made her go quiet and limp all over. I jumped up and stood in front of Daddy. "I'm the winner," I said, hoarsely, "now give me my reward!"
"You girls have been wonderful," he said placidly. 'This is the best evening I've had in years and years. Let's not spoil it now."
"Spoil it?" I began to understand why Ma had left him. "But I want you to make love to me!"
"Yes, yes, I understand that, but really, I'm more than happy the way things are. You girls have been great."
I didn't know what to say. There was his big, tall, delicious cock and he was about to bring himself off without sharing it with anyone but his fist! That didn't make sense to me and I wouldn't accept it. Without warning I lofted myself onto his lap, got a grip on his cock, and steered it toward my pussy all in the one motion. He protested right away and tried to push me off but something had snapped in my head. I wanted to be fucked and no boyish practices were going to come between me and my desires! If Daddy wanted to jerk off he could do it later, but right now he wasn't going to waste that wonderful erection. The tip of his knob slipped inside me and the rest followed in one whoosh because I was so wet and hungry down there. His hand got caught between my cunt and his pubic bone, and he pulled it out with a grimace of pain. That gave me the remainder of his inches, and for once in my life I felt totally full up. I had to close my eyes for a moment to savor that feeling of completeness, but then he started getting pushy again and I had to begin ramming my ass down over his dick to keep him honest.
Janet got to her feet and stood beside us. To my surprise she held Daddy back, assisting me in my rape. No woman liked to see another woman take second place to Mrs. Palm and her five daughters. We were friends again, united in a cause only women could understand. I fucked my father until I had had enough and then I got off to give Janet a turn. Daddy seemed to be lost in an erotic coma and he neither came nor went down. His cock stood up like a leg in traction and we made merry with it all that evening. Only when his flesh turned red raw and the veins stood out painfully did we release him. We helped him up the stairs to his bedroom and as he mumbled his heartfelt thanks to us for fulfilling all of his fantasies, we put him to bed.
"There," said Janet, pulling off her mask at the front door. 'That's a job well done. FU see you tomorrow?"
"I'll pick you up on the way to school," I said. She waved and left to disappear in the darkness. I turned back into the house and threw my mask into the garbage disposal. Everything seemed harmonious. Ma and Evert would be back soon enough, and she would find Daddy in good spirits. And eventually life would be back to normal, I just knew it would be. I stretched contentedly. Suddenly I could hardly wait to get my hands on a basketball again.
