Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

They worked so hard. At one point they were right near me and every part of me stood on edge waiting to receive that ball. But no, they were sent back to the center of the court. I began to doubt that they would ever succeed, Beth almost lost the ball at one point, and Margaret had to scramble to keep it in possession. And then, with a miraculous burst of speed and agility, Margaret turned, twisted, ducked through a gap in the defense, and leaped high into the air. I watched her as she floated up, the ball held high, her eyes fixed on me, floating higher than anyone I had ever seen and moving in so close I could hear her heart beat-to dunk that ball right through the center-SLAM!-for total fulfillment.

As I went through the contortions of my climax the two women kept up their barrage of stimuli to ease me in and out, and when I wanted to lie there and revel in the echoes they left me alone to do just that. The coach rolled over on the floor and began masturbating with practiced ease. Margaret rubbed her pussy too, but she was watching me and waiting for me to be ready for the next level.

"You're hot," she whispered. "I've never seen a chick take to this shit so quickly. Are you sure it's your first time?"

"Yes, positive," I lied. The others had been infected by us, it seemed, because there was a tangle of naked bodies on the other side of the room from which arose gasps and squeals and a lot of very wet noises. I couldn't make out who was doing whom, but it didn't matter. As long as they were all having fun I could have mine. 'The two of you just destroyed me. Do you all ways work together?"

"Never." Margaret threw Beth a dirty look. 'That old bitch is always trying to muscle in, though, she can't get enough young ass to keep her happy I guess. She's not a bad piece herself but she really is too pushy. However, that's not what I want to get into. I promised to fuck your ass off and that's just what I'm going to do,"

"You are?" A ripple of bliss ran through me. "But how?" Margaret didn't answer. She made me stretch out along the couch with my back up high against the armrest and my legs spread wide apart. Then she assumed the same position, only she put one leg over the corresponding one and one under the other. We were scissored now, and her ass came over toward mine with the intention of doing lewd things to me. That hairy mound pressed into mine, and after she had propped herself up Margaret reached down and opened her pussy up with two fingers. I found myself staring directly into its pinkness but it took me a while to work out what was wrong with what I saw. Something was out of place, and finally it hit home: there, just above the florid pink inner lips, was a little staff that stood up from its fleshy bed, upright and an inch long! "Holy shit!"

"You like it?" She grinned at me and played with her extraordinary clitoris to make it even harder. "It can do what a nine-inch man can't begin to do." That sounded like a hell of a boast to me but I let it slide. She moved right in now and worked our pussies together so that her clitoris touched mine. It was a wild, intoxicating moment, one in which my clit seemed to expand to the same length. Both of us watched our cunts as they kissed with smacking lips, both of us intent on guiding our clits and getting the most out of them. But then Margaret took over again, moving that amazing stalk toward my cunt's hole and penetrating it with a quick jolt of her loins.

"WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!" I yelled. I couldn't get over the idea that there was a girl fucking me, piercing me, driving a phallic object right into my cunt! My cunt was forced to contract to get a hold of her clit, and that made the experience all the finer. She and I had to work equally hard, Margaret gripped the couch and pushed her cunt at mine so hard that her pubic bone ground into my clitoral area, and when she pulled back the trapped air of our cunts exploded out with a ripping sound. And I lay back and let her do whatever she wanted. The ecstasy of it all flooded my system and filled my head with a deep red swirl of bliss that carried me off into very weird regions. Sloppy cunts blurted and burped, her clitoris ran in and out of my tightened cunt muscles, she was panting and grunting, and on the floor next to us Beth drove a bunch of fingers up her own cunt while she kept her face right near the area where our pussies met. After a while Margaret and I settled into a very smooth and mellow routine. Her pussy moved back and forth in opposite time to mine, and it was the delicious sensation of her clit caressing my oversensitive entrance along with my cunt muscles jerking off her clit that brought us to one climax after another. Great waves of sexual joy took us on their crests and, like surfers, we rode each one out to the beach before paddling out to take the next one. We surfed until we were too tired to paddle anymore, and then we lay still as if basking in the sun.

But of course we were indoors and it was getting dark outside. The living room, once so orderly and clean, was now littered with naked bodies and empty bottles. Farley was sound asleep between two girls from the opposing team, a few of the girls were smoking and drinking, and the rest were resting or in the last throes of lovemaking. The coach was snoring at the foot of the couch, and when Margaret and I decided to wet our whistles we took great care not to disturb her.

"This is the best game we've ever played," declared Margaret in the privacy of the kitchen. "The only trouble is, how will we decide who won and who lost?"

"That's easy." I mixed the vodka and orange, added an ice cube, and took a sip. "We see who is still awake and the team with the most alert people takes the prize."

"Fair enough." We walked back into the living room and counted heads. It came to a draw. "Well, we'll just have to have a rematch," sighed Margaret.

It took me half an hour or so to realize someone was missing. The whole room seemed to be asleep by this time and I was on the point of nodding off, too. But then I wondered how Janet had been doing and when I tried to find her she was not there! T wondered how she had managed to slip away. She must have disappeared when the orgy was at its peak because before and after that it was too quiet for anyone to have left without being noticed. Why did she do it? Janet loved this kind of partying better than most of us. I couldn't work it out, but I did decide it would be better for me to leave, too. When those girls came round there would be hangovers and guilt and recriminations, and I wasn't in the mood for any of that. Quickly I slipped into my clothes and out of the house.

By the time I got home I wasn't too happy. The team was going downhill fast, and our latest "match" had proved that we couldn't withstand the lures of the flesh. I grinned in spite of myself. The lures of the flesh! I was beginning to talk like Marcie's father, the chaplain. No, it was just post-coital depression, nothing to worry about. I walked up the stairs to my room but outside my parent's bedroom door I paused sharply. Something was going on in there, something to do with sex. I yawned and moved on. It was either my father with Ma or Ma with Evert. In either case that couldn't hold my attention for long. I decided to go straight to bed and to sleep off the remains of the party. But, after I had taken off my clothes, I decided to take a little peek just the same. I perched on the chair and looked through the ventilation grill-and almost fell off!

My father was in there, his back hunched, his buttocks flexing as he drove thrust after thrust into Janet. Her lithe black body labored under him, getting the maximum out of every stroke, caressing him, digging her fingernails into Ms ass, and her little cries reached me like a familiar tune. That no-good double-dealing bitch! How could she do this to me? She must have slipped out of the party and gone directly to my place own house! I snuck downstairs and peered into Evert's window. There was Evert, his back hunched and his buttocks flexing to drive his cock deep into my mother's mouth. I went back to my room, closed the door, turned off lights, and pulled the covers over my head to block out the world. But now that I knew what was going on, there was nothing I could do about it. Every sound made perfect sense and carried with it a clear image of what had produced it. Those little wet noises showed me Daddy's dick delving into Janet's magenta and pink pussy, the tiny moans her open mouth as it gasped for breath, his grunts depicted a bull in the middle of a charge, and the more I heard and saw, the worse it became.