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!