Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"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.