Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"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?