Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

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."

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.