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.