Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

His big cock moved in and out at a steady beat, no variation in angle of depth of thrust, and that was just the way I wanted it. I could keep my own excitement under control that way. The lubricant helped us both a lot by reducing the friction, and so he plowed on and obeyed my whispered instructions, fondling, squeezing, kissing my nipples and sucking my tits while his lower half operated on automatic pilot. "That's lovely," I sighed into his ear. "Squeeze them harder, hurt me, yes, yes, and now work my clit over, hard and fast, oh yes darling, you make me feel so nice! Bite them-ouch, not too hard, nibble at them, oooooooww-www-aaaahhhhh, keep it up, I could lie here all day and let you do that."

I looked over at Farley and saw her anger mounting. Did she think I was trying to steal her husband away from her? Was I? I liked the Colonel but now that I had seen through him I wouldn't ever be able to take him altogether seriously. No, I didn't want him. To let her know that, I took her hand and squeezed it fondly, smiling at her and inviting her to come closer with my eyes. She was dubious, but since her husband was so absorbed in making love to me, she allowed herself to come a little closer, and to lean over to be kissed. Now that the ice was broken she joined in with us more or less. She sat tip with her back against a mound of pillows and masturbated in time with our fucking, watching as his cock thrust in and out steadily, as Ms hands closed around my tits and squeezed the flesh until it oozed out from between his fingers, as he stroked my pussy and ass, and after a while she lived it with him. "Go ahead, darling," I heard her say to him, "you're doing beautifully!"

The Colonel's cock wore away the protective layer of lubricant and now my body began to experience the full impact of his pounding beat, My cunt grew hotter.and wetter, my loins were on the boil, and my blood coursed through the veins like a torrent! He must have felt the change in me because he stopped the byplay and concentrated solely on fucking. Farley started giving him instructions, "Bring it in from an angle now, that's it, come in from up high so you'll drub her clitoris. Oh darling, you do that so well! Now lift her thighs and press down on her pussy with your big dick, yes, good, oh Jesus I'm getting so horny here! Faster now, faster, jam it into her, go on, faster, FASTER, OH GOD YES, SLAM IT INTO HER, HARD AND FAST, YES, YES, OOOOOO-HHHHHHHHH!!" With three fingers trying to crowd into her cunt hole she came to a magnificent, agonizing climax but nothing could stop the Colonel. He was leading the charge, galloping up one hill and down another, huffing and puffing, sweating, his back working to deliver each thrust with lots of power, and I started yelling and frothing at the mouth, clutching at him and at his wife, trying to cover myself in flesh. We pressed together, all of us moving as one, it was impossible, impossible, and then I started gushing like an oil strike, my screams tearing through the room, my body quaking, I was biting and scratching at him, and then I subsided into a deep trough of tranquility, too spent to go on.

He changed horses in midstream. Nothing could stop him now. Farley opened up to him like a flower unfolds to the sun, and he planted his cock into her with such force that a spray of pussy juice blew out of her. I watched them as if from a great distance, impressed with the Colonel's bullishness and his wife's surrender. They fucked up a storm and if the Colonel's back hadn't tired out they might have gone for the rest of the day. But he finally came and got off her, leaving her lying there like a casualty.

"Look at that!" he said, awed by his own power. "I never thought I'd see her in that condition. Renee, I want you to know that I'm very grateful. I'm going to make a contribution to your basketball club, and I'll never forget what you've done for us-but right now I want you to leave us alone because I can feel the next one coming on already."

"No, no, don't go!" Farley cried feebly. Her little pussy was red raw from the heavy duty pounding it had received. But I knew better to interfere. I took my clothes and left to make up for all that lost time.

Farley was a different woman when we met the following day. She was mellow, a little absent-minded, and most of our suggestions were accepted with a strange little smile. The girls all knew what had taken place and they had difficulty controlling their giggling. Eventually, though, we insisted that Farley rouse herself and attend to the details of our proposals. The Colonel had given the team a check for five hundred dollars. "Do you think we ought to spend it on waterbeds, Farley?" asked Eva. "Or should we keep it plain, just have some carpeting and a few cots. What do you think?"

"Oh, whatever you like," said Farley wistfully.

"No, no, we want your opinion!" I said cuttingly. "Now come on, Farley, we have to get this business straightened out before the end of the week."

"All right, let's see," she said. "I have given this whole deal some though, believe it or not. My husband had to sleep for a few hours. So… right, the dйcor. I thought that since you girls are officers' daughters we can't have you showing your faces to all and sundry. For enlisted men all of you will have to be disguised or concealed. For officers you can be yourselves, they're too scared of your fathers to spread rumors. So I thought we'd have something like this… a partition with holes in it for blow jobs at ten dollars a throw and-" She talked and drew an outline of the area for us, explaining the function of each addition and how much it would cost if the base's construction crew to put it up. "And for the select few who can afford a hundred bucks," she finished up, "well have house calls. How does that sound?"

"Terrific!" we said.

Within a few days we were ready to open up shop. The Colonel, although he didn't want to know anything about the project, supplied us with a burly, not very bright, enlisted man who would act as our bodyguard during business been going on we had tapped the base grapevine in several places to spread the word. On Thursday evening the five of us slipped into the back of the warehouse, locked the door after ourselves, and took our places behind five holes drilled into the plywood partition.

Farley had made it as comfortable as possible for us. Thick cushions lay on the ground behind hung with a few pictures, a radio played soft music for us? and we were assured of privacy by the height of the partition. Our enlisted man, Ralph, stood on guard outside and sold tickets which had to be passed through the holes before we would seize the cocks in our moths. For extra protection, in case a soldier peered through the hole, we wore baseball caps and sunglasses, and Ralph had been instructed to tell any curious soldier that we were out-of-town hookers.

With all that taken care of we were still very nervous as we got ready for the first shift. Eva wanted to turn the lamp off so that we wouldn't be able to see each other at work, but the other girls wouldn't hear of it. We wanted both to get down to it and we also wanted to beat a hasty retreat to the innocence of childhood. This had started because we loved basketball! Where was it leading us? "Look at that line!" said Marcie. 'There must be a hundred guys out there! Oh Jesus, well never make it."

"Just use your hand more." I said. I was the technical advisor, thanks to Evert's instruction, and I had shown the girls the best motions to make with mouth and hands. They had practiced on carrots, and it had been quite a sight to see those lips puckering around orange stalks, sucking and licking, gradually getting so involved that the carrots might as well have been real dicks. Now they were going to fly solo, so to speak, and there was much lip-licking as they prepared for the first onslaught.