Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"There's something in this all right," said Beth, holding her empty glass up to the light coining through the window, "and I want more!" She got it promptly and then Margaret gave in. She was almost on my lap by the time the Colonel walked in. He took one look at the dozen or so girls in his living room and went into his den. "Who's that? Is he your hunk?" she asked Farley.

"In a way, yes," she said. Some of the other girls cooed how handsome he was but Margaret didn't like that kind of talk. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh, pressing it down so I would know it was a deliberate gesture, and then she gave me a hard look. She was such a boy! With a few drinks to blur my perception I had to remind myself that she was a girl and that there were big breasts, not muscles, tinder her plaid shirt. But she was doing a very macho number on me, lighting my cigarette, spinning me a line, and running her fingers over the back of my hand absently while she tried to talk me into going to bed with her. I found myself enjoying this kind of treatment immensely. All I had to do was sit there and play coy, Margaret would do all the rest. For the first time I realized what a fortunate position women are in. Men must struggle, provide, be witty and courageous, well groomed, well dressed, and worldly, but all a' woman has to do is keep her pussy clean and the world will nestle happily in the palm of her hand.

"You're really a great-looking chick," Margaret told me. "I could go for a chick like you, you know that? Yeah, I dig blondes a lot. Is it true you all have more fun?" Margaret's hair was dark brown and her eyebrows were heavy; such a boy, I kept thinking! She moved boyishly, talked with her voice forcibly kept lower than it really was, and she flicked her ashes at the ashtray from a long distance the way men do when they're trying to impress. She thrilled me with her act and I played up to her shamelessly. No man had ever treated me so well.

"Why, thank you," I said, staring over her shoulder. The other girls were becoming friendlier, unwinding, taking off shoes, and on my other side the coach was trying to get my attention. Margaret had to work hard to keep my interest because Beth was doing her utmost to strike up a conversation with me. It seemed she liked blondes, too. "I always like to make friends."

"I'm not talking about being friends, baby," said Margaret. "What I want to get through to you is something very different In short, I'd like to fuck your ass off!" She delivered the last line coolly, watching to see what sort of reaction it would produce. And when I stared at her uncomprehendingly she grinned and went on: "That knocked you out of your socks, right? Well, don't worry about a thing, baby, just let me take care of the details."

"I'm sorry but I have to go now." I got up, knowing full well that she wouldn't let me escape. Her hand grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans and tugged me back onto the couch, and I had to struggle to keep from laughing out loud. She delighted me, the game delighted me, and I wanted to surrender just so she could carry me over into the next stage. But first I had to knock some of her self-confidence for a loop, and to that end I went along with her game a little longer.

"I want to eat your pussy," she whispered, her arm about my neck and her face right up to my ear. "I want to stick my tongue right in it and suck out your juice and then I'm going to lick your asshole and finger you until you come like a volcano! And then I'm going to fuck you like nobody else can fuck you. How do you like them apples, you beautiful thing?"

"But you're a girl!" I protested.

"You don't believe I can fuck you?"

"No!" I had fallen into her trap. Her next line dovetailed into mine so perfectly that I couldn't think how to wriggle out. Around us the party was getting rougher by the minute. My team, being familiar with the ways of female love, were making advances at the other team, not caring that they were roundly outnumbered. And Beth, the sturdy coach, kept trying to feel me up no matter how hard Margaret tried to monopolize me.

"Then let me show you." Her hand traveled down to my breasts and moved in between the buttons to get at the naked flesh. I shivered and tried to pull away, but that only brought me closer to Beth. The coach started to run her hand up and down the leg of my dungarees and her hot breath brushed along the arch of my neck as she crept closer and closer. The two women were closing in on me like a vise, and for a moment I experienced a weird panic, a pre-rape anxiety that only disappeared when I realized we were surrounded by friends. Besides, how often did a girl like me get herself seduced? I sat back and made myself as comfortable as possible, giving them the sign that their hands could go anywhere without interference from me. And they took advantage of that right away. Beth grabbed hold of my crotch and tried to arouse my clitoris through the stiff denim. Margaret forced the buttons of my blouse undone right to the belt, and moved the garment out of the way so that my tits stuck right out. With a groan she sank down on them and licked them all over with such relish that I couldn't stop from expressing my own pleasure.

"Oh, that's so nice!" I whispered, arching my back so as to present my tits to her more openly. She started to concentrate on my nipples, working my tits up to the point at which they seemed about to take off! I hardly noticed that Beth was undoing my dungarees, but when she had the belt and zip undone I dutifully lifted my ass so she could slide them off my hips.

They had stripped me naked and the pace of their lovemaking became more intense. Somehow they managed to get their own clothes off without stopping, and it was heavenly to be mauled and kissed all over all at once. Beth's body was surprisingly voluptuous. Her butch hairdo and the stern set of her face was in direct contrast to her large, soft tits, her small waist and lush hips. But Margaret was a little dyke from head to foot, a tough boy's body, no tits, a lot of hair between her legs, and the slender muscles of her body were well defined. She was tanned without interruption and Beth was white all over, and the contrast between the two made it all the more exciting for me. I could reach out and fondle a set of big white tits or a pair of tanned nipples, big soft thighs or slender, muscular ones, it was up to me. But for the time being I did nothing. The two women were working me over like high-priced masseuses, kissing, squeezing, caressing me lightly or titillating me shamelessly.

"Hey, how about leaving her to me," Margaret said bitchily when she wanted to get at my pussy and found Beth there already.

"I saw her first," said the coach, and with that she sank her face into my cunt and thrust her tongue into my cunt with such force that I let out a long, involuntary cry. "See, she likes me. So get out of here."

"You saw her first! I spotted her right away and she's mine. But I'm not going to argue with you, you old swine, let's ask her."

"Do what you want," I said dreamily. "This is just beautiful!"

"In that case, share and share alike," said Beth, displaying her maturity. Margaret shrugged and accepted the situation for what it was. She went back to my tits and worked on them with a vengeance. She was still angry but that worked to my advantage. The way she licked and sucked, nibbled and bit, blended in perfectly with the tongue-fucking I was getting downstairs. And then, lost in that dream of lust and eroticism, I became a hoop perched high up a pole, yearning for a ball to drop through me but unable to be of help to the players. Down the other end of the court Margaret and Beth were dribbling, dodging, weaving, trying to get through a heavy defensive screen, coming close and heightening my expectations, being repelled and causing me to be depressed, but constantly working. I wanted that ball to drop through my hole so badly that it drove me giddy. The frustrations of being just a hoop fixed to the top of a pole made me shake with anger and desire. I wanted to yell out to Beth and Margaret that they should try for a long shot, anything, anything, just get that ball into my hole!