Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

There I was, all alone in my bed while my parents were fucking their brains out. This was almost as bad as Peyton Place! My best friend had stolen my Daddy away, Ma was in bed with the batman, and none of them cared a fig about me! Worse, they wouldn't quit! Daddy fucked on and on, and Janet cried out in ecstasy over and over until I wanted to stuff a pillow down her throat to shut her up. What was the matter with him? He had been fucking when I came in and they kept on fucking for a quarter of an hour, half an hour, three-quarters-and no sign of anyone slowing down!

I couldn't even masturbate. My cunt was hot and the sensory nerves had reached their absolute refractory phase. Touching it was a joyless experience. My nipples were at the same level, and so all I could do was try to go to sleep. Impossible with all those noises coming through the ventilator grill. I resolved to block it up with concrete or putty the next day. Privacy was more important than knowing what was going on next door. No more sex, no more snooping, my life was going to revolve around basketball and perhaps I'd put some effort into bolstering my sagging grades. Yes sir, that's what I would do.

But in the morning things looked much brighter. Asceticism was all very well and in time I might become a basketball-nun, but not just yet. I woke up feeling all horny and tingly, and when my hands moved down to my pussy it responded by emitting the most delicate thrills to all parts of my body. "Mmmmmmm-mm!" I groaned, rolling over on my belly and moving my hips so that my cunt crushed into the restless fingers. What dreams I had had! "Oooohhhhhh!" through pursed lips, marveling at the intensity of the feelings my groping stirred up. I had been the tunnel and the train had had a familiar face. Who? I didn't pursue the thought but luxuriated in the pleasure welling up in my loins. The bedclothes became oppressive and I kicked them off so that my naked body lay exposed to the early morning sun and the mellow breeze coming through the open windows. One hand at my Pussy, the other on a breast, fingering and squeezing, rubbing nipple and clit until a fiery connection had been established between them. Solo fun. I didn't feel the need for anyone at that moment, perfectly content to rub myself into a state of high-pitched ecstasy.

I even got off the bed and stood before the full-length mirror to watch as I made love to myself. What could replace these pleasures? "When I thought of basketball now it only made me want to yawn. I was free to do what I wanted wife this shapely body, to give it to whoever I wanted to take me, to use it for my own devious purposes. A surge of power rushed through me to leaven the rising passions. Look at those tits, I thought, lifting them in both hands and standing so close to the mirror that my nipples touched the cold glass. What man wouldn't like to get hold of them? Didn't they look just like the knockers you saw in girlie magazines? And what an ass! I turned sideways and looked at my body in profile, impressed with the long, smooth lines, the jutting buttocks, yes, just like a centerfold. I hugged myself gleefully and fell back on the bed to masturbate in earnest, fingering, poking, licking the juice of the dipping finger before pushing it back into the oily channel of my cunt, kneading my breasts, and writhing about on the bed in a bid to accommodate all those conflicting desires. It felt as though a whole bunch of orgasms were shifting around inside me like so many unborn children, all fighting to get out, and I labored furiously to give them an outlet. Digging, fingering, groaning, almost crying with frustration, I managed to bring myself to one climax after another, discharging those bottled-up orgasms like a Gatling gun, and when the last one popped out I floated about euphorically, headed for more sleep.

"What on earth were you doing?" The sound of a male voice made me jump up in fright. Daddy stood at the door, a bewildered expression on his face, and at that moment I realized that his was the face that had haunted my dreams. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?"

"Er… " I didn't know what to say. The bedclothes were on the floor, the sheet was rumpled and moist with sweat, my pussy hair was wet and matted, and I was stark naked. What could I have been doing? "No, I was just doing calisthenics," I said uncertainly.

"What for, to develop your breasts?" Daddy's sarcastic tone of voice left little doubt that he had seen enough. "Listen, little girl, playing with yourself is playing with fire. You're too young for this sort of thing-wait a few years, then you'll know more about it." He closed the door behind him and sat on the bed, right next to me. I didn't move. My head was in a turmoil. I wanted him to be with me but I also wanted him to leave so I could shower and dress and put everything else behind me. And I didn't understand why he should come into my room when I was naked. He hadn't done that in years, not since I developed breasts. But there he was, sitting very close and looking right at me. "Perhaps you've got questions on the matter," said Daddy. "A parent has to be responsive so if you need help all you have to do is ask me."

"No, I'm all right. Daddy." He looked gorgeous to me. He was freshly groomed and had on all of his uniform except for the jacket. His athletic physique, his after-shave lotion, all made me want to get up really close, to hug him and press my naked body against him, to create wet little stains on his immaculate uniform with my mouth and cunt, and to see a non-uniform bulge in his pants. Instead of giving in I sat with my back against the headboard of my bed and casually spread my legs so that my cunt was pointing at him with its lips slightly parted. He couldn't help but glance down there a few times. I would look up at the ceiling and then quickly peer at him, and sure enough, his eyes would be browsing through my pubic hair. And he showed no signs of wanting to leave my room, either.

A bulge began to rise slowly. At first I thought it was my imagination but pretty soon it was all too clear. Daddy knew it, too, and he shifted about, recrossed his legs, and rested his arms on his lap to conceal it. He kept talking to me about birds and bees, and all the while his eyes wandered from my crotch to my tits, to my eyes and back to my thighs. I could feel a trickle of juice seeping out of my pussy and knew that if he looked close enough he'd see that whitish dribble. Then he would know how I felt about him. Yes, he would know that I wanted desperately to make love with him! I could admit it to myself now, perhaps because there was no escaping the realization. Daddy was within touching distance, all I had to do was throw myself about his neck and offer my body to him, and he would crack. But what if he didn't? Then I would have blown it permanently.

"There's so much I don't know about boys, Daddy," I said when his rambling talk had come to an end. "The few that I've spent any time with have always wanted to… you know… touch me."

"Where?" he said, nervously lighting a cigarette.

"Oh, they like to touch my breasts a lot," I touched them in order to illustrate my point, squeezing them and cupping them, and Daddy looked a little faint. "But I tell them not to touch me there because it's not right. So you know what they try then? They want to touch me right here." My hand covered my pussy briefly and I ran a finger along the slit in order to open my lips up wider. He couldn't see that finger because I kept it hidden behind my hand, but he could certainly see the pink flesh.

"Very good," he said, and now he couldn't take his eyes off my cunt even though he must have known I was looking right at him. "You're still a virgin, I take it?"

"Oh Daddy, of course!"

"It's not that I don't trust you, baby, but I have to be sure of that. Now I don't want you to mention this to your mother because she worries about matters of that sort. I don't want you to even talk about sex to her. But let me make sure for the sake of my own peace of mind."