Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

One hand held his cock in place, the other reached back and pulled at a bun so as to open my asshole as far as I could. Now the curve of his knob found a responding opening, fitted in, and then it was up to me to drive my ass down until it swallowed him up. The pain was too much at first. I thought my sphincters would rip and bleed all over the place. But the body was more adaptable than that. Little by little his cock moved up into me, and it wasn't long before my anal muscles snapped shut around his shaft. I thought I had him then but it wasn't going to be easy. With great concentration I got half of him up me and that was it. I couldn't go any further. Every part of me yearned to take him whole but I didn't know how to do it!

Evert to the rescue! He pushed Louise off his face and sat up so that I rolled back on the bed, my legs going up into the air, and as I moved back he moved in until my legs were up against his shoulders and acting as his springboard. "You want it up your ass, baby, that's where you gonna get it!" he hissed, driving his immense cock into my tiny hole with long, thudding strokes. Stars danced before my eyes, my mouth was open in a silent scream, and flames exploded down below, but something about his brutal consummation pleased me so deeply that orgasms boiled up to mitigate the pain and to finally displace it all together. "I ain't got much longer but you're gonna get it all! Now yell, bitch, tell me how it hurts!"

"OOOOOOHHHHH EVERT!" I cried, too ecstatic to make sense of what he was saying. "I LOOOOOOOWEEEE IT!!"

"Yeah, you love it you little nymph," he whispered angrily, driving his cock in and out. "You love it, your mama loves it, both of you are bitches on heat, born and bred! And the two of you are gonna kill me!" He fucked me very hard and very fast, and all too soon his sperm blurted out of his dick and into me, and he withdrew with a snort of disgust. "That's what I'm here for, the house stud," he said as he washed his cock and wiped it dry. "Now what the hell am I going to tell your mother later on? You want me to lose my job here?"

"Of course not, Evert, I only want to learn!"

"Yeah, right." He washed his face and slapped after-shave lotion on to counteract the smell of pussy. "Well, from now on you're going to have yourself another teacher because this one's retiring. I had a good life here before you got all these notions in your fool head. You don't understand that I love your mother and she loves me. I feel like I'm cheating on her with you and your friend! And tonight I'm going to have to perform whether I want to or not, because otherwise she's going to be really upset. Now get out of here and don't try luring me into bed with you again!"

"He loves your mother?" asked Louise when we were in my room. "How could he be so dumb? I mean, what general's wife would get a divorce to marry a corporal?"

"That's what I want to know," I said, but what I really wanted to know was if he'd be able to make it that night, I waited for them to get together and then, at my post at the ventilation grill, I watched as Evert got hard and fucked my mother like a prize bull. My mother, I realized, was a very lucky woman.

Farley took us all by surprise when she announced a team was going to visit us for a game of basketball. None of us had spared the game a thought in over a week, we hadn't practiced, and to be herded onto the court by her without warning didn't help. Our warehouse had been crowded with eager soldiers for several evenings in a row and we were tired, our jaw muscles ached, walking and sitting gave us difficulty. How could we defend ourselves against a pack of virgins with nothing better to do than throw balls through hoops?

At the same time we didn't care to lose. Eva particularly wanted to avoid that. "If we play them according to the rules we're going to be trounced," she told us in a pre-game meeting. "We have to face it, none of us is ready for this game. Winning is out of the question, losing is no fun, so I suggest we try to lead the visiting team astray. As soon as they get here bring them over to my place. I'll offer them drinks- soft drinks, of course, but I'll add a little dash of something to make them more… well, adventurous. That should make it fun, right?"

According to plan, then, we led the visiting team to Farley's house. We had two hours before the game was due to begin and the other girls looked frightfully ready. There were eight of them chaperoned by their coach, a middle-aged woman with a short, swept-back hairdo and severe clothes. She introduced herself as Beth and when asked what she would like to drink she said: "Orange juice, please, but not the frozen kind."

"Coming right up," said Farley with a wink to us. Vodka and orange, a perfect combination. Farley mixed the drinks in the kitchen and passed them to all the girls but I noticed she took care to pass one particular glass to the coach. "It may taste a little strange," she said, "because it has a special vitamin supplement."

"Nothing illegal, I take it?" Beth inquired archly.

"Oh no, just some E and B, that's all." The other girls were eyeing us curiously, assessing each one of us as a potential opponent, and I had to work at keeping a straight face because I felt less like an opponent than ever! I was a lover, not a fighter, and there were several girls who excited me in their group. One of them was a stone dyke, no two ways about it. She had her hair cut like the coach and she wore a plaid shirt and baggy jeans with work boots. There was a small patch sewn into the crotch of her jeans and I couldn't quite make out what it said. When I leaned closer to read it, the dyke moved forward, opened her legs, and pushed her crotch out at me with a lecherous grin. "Eat Me!" it said on the patch, and a big red, wet tongue was right below it as if to illustrate the suggestion.

In spite of myself I blushed and looked away, which made the dyke grin triumphantly. She thought she had our number but was she in for a surprise! I could hardly wait for the vodka to take effect. Beth's tongue was thickening already and she slurred her words just enough for us to notice. "Could I have another one of those vitamin-enriched orange juices?" she asked, holding up her empty glass. "You're right, it does taste strange but it has such a pleasant after-effect that it's quite bearable,"

"Anyone else for more?" asked Farley sweetly. She was the perfect host, so lovely and cool, so very attentive, and I could see she was attracting the attention of the young dyke, too. The other girls in their team stayed away from the dyke and the coach, but that meant they had to huddle together and that didn't seem to bother them. The evening was shaping up to have a lot of potential, and I had a hearty swig myself to get the blood flowing. So much sex had come my way in the past few days that I needed a little extra to get the edge on my appetite.

"Gee, this is strange," muttered Beth. She had her hand to her forehead and her eyes closed. "It must be a dizzy spell." She took a long sip of her orange juice to get over it, and then someone said something only remotely funny but funny enough to make her burst out laughing. Farley looked at me and nodded. I refilled my drink and when I went back to my seat I changed direction and went over to sit beside Beth. The young dyke was on my other side and the moment I sat down she moved closer to me. I ignored her and started talking to the coach about basketball, "I don't know," she said after a long question, "but I'd sure like another one of these orange juices."

"What's in those drinks?" asked the young dyke. Her name, as it turned out, was Margaret, and she had a suspicious nature. "Are you guys trying to get us drunk before the game?"

"Certainly not!" said Farley before I could answer. "We're drinking the same as you are, aren't we? I'm insulted that you should ask such a question."