Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"How can you make sure?" I didn't follow him at all now. Was there a way of telling a virgin from a non-virgin? If that was the case, I was sunk. "Can't you take my word for it?"

"Oh sure, but as I said, a father likes to know for sure." He put his cigarette out and kneeled by the side of the bed. "Just part your legs as wide as possible and close your eyes," he said. I did as he told me except that I kept looking through my lashes. Daddy bent over my pussy and his longest finger moved into the pink, moist flesh. Could he tell now how excited I was? Or had he discovered that I had lied to him, that a nine-inch cock had passed that way before his finger? I held my breath and waited for his verdict.

He fingered me for a long time, peering into my cunt and breathing heavily. "Yes, very good," he said without taking his finger out. "I can see you are still a virgin. That comes as a great relief to me. Okay, sorry to have put you through this, Renee, but you'll be a parent someday and then you'll understand."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, but I understood him right there and then. The sly old bastard. That was no virginity test, that was just his way of having fun. When he left my room he walked unsteadily and I followed him to the door to see where he would go. As I expected he went right into the bathroom and came out several minutes later without that bulge in his pants.

I lay back down on my bed and recaptured the delicious sensation of his finger in me, and I felt very happy. Daddy wanted me as much as I wanted him. The question now was: how could we overcome our fears to get at each other?

In the week that followed our operation made a lot of money. We now had three thousand dollars stashed away, quite enough to have a good floor installed, and the girls were beginning to ask when we could quit blowing the entire base. Farley, our treasurer, was sympathetic but she pointed out that we would need stands, posts, backboards, a timer, balls, and some new uniforms as well. "But how come we didn't need those before?" Eva asked, exasperated by these new developments.

"Because we couldn't imagine even getting the floor," retorted Farley. "Now that we have the money in hand I should think you girls would all feel more confident of getting the rest together. After all, at this rate it'll only take you another month."

"A month!" we groaned. I couldn't help but think back over our original scheme, when we intended to mow lawns for the money. If we had done it that way we'd be talking years instead of months.

"But Farley, I can't do it anymore!" said Marcie. "I come home with aching jaw muscles and a sore pussy, and my parents are so nosy that I have to make up a good story for being late every time! It's draining me and I want to stop."

"Me too," said Louise. "I think my parents are getting suspicious. This is an army base, rumors travel fast, and you can bet everybody knows there's something happening in that warehouse,"

"Perhaps, perhaps… " Farley looked at all of us and she saw that we were tired of the game. At first it had been fun to suck on strange cocks and to let men fuck us through the partition, but the novelty had long worn off. Janet had been muttering that the money could be better spent on other things, like new clothes for us all, and I saw her point. Not that I told her that. I hadn't spoken to her since I had seen her in my father's bed. She must have guessed the reason for my silence because she hadn't tried to patch the rift between us up, and our mutual hostility added to the team's disintegration. We had lost another game, too, and Eva felt we ought to abandon the whole business. "In any case, I have an idea," Farley went on, "and I think it'll take care of all our problems."

"This had better be good," said Marcie with a roll of her eyes.

"I think it is. I know it's not fair to you girls to be down on your knees night after night and so I thought we'd go for the jackpot, an all or nothing shot at the ten thousand we need. There are a lot of men on this base and most of them would be willing to spend two bucks or more on any of you girls. What I have in mind, then, is a raffle. We sell two lots of tickets, one lot for five bucks a piece, the other for two. In the first lottery we have two girls as first prize, in the second we have one, and the other two will take care of the consolation prizes which will consist of, say, four blow jobs, something like that. If we do it right we can sell enough tickets to fix the basketball court and we'll have the extra for equipment, plus a little for a party. What do you think of that?"

"Sounds good," said Eva dubiously, "but that'll be the last time we have to put out, right?"

"That's the whole idea." We talked about it for a while and agreed that Farley had had a brainstorm. But Farley brought up another point, and that depressed our hopes a little. "First we have to get permission to sell raffle tickets on the base and to do that we have to persuade the military police, or at least the officer in charge of the police. My husband tells me he's a tough customer, not easily swayed, so unless you girls are prepared to give it your all we can forget about the whole deal."

"Colonel Barnes? He's tough all right," I said, thinking of the bulldog who ran the military police like a Tsar. "But judging by the looks he gives me each time he visits, I think he's got a weak spot."

"I'm glad to hear that because I've invited him over to dinner this evening. After he's eaten hell be alone in the house with me, and if you girls show up on time I think we'll have a victim on our hands. How about it, gang, will we do it?"

"Let's," said Eva, and the others nodded enthusiastically. "That man will be a real challenge, but can we be sure that hell give us a permit at the end of the session? I mean, he could have his fun and leave us flat, couldn't hr?"

"I've thought of that, too, and my husband will be taking pictures from his hiding place," smiled Farley. With a leader like her how could we go wrong? We enthused some more and then rushed home to get ready for the occasion. I was excited by the whole plan. It seemed too evil for words, the five of us using our bodies to extort a permit from a man who thought of himself as being above sin. Deliriously evil! I loved that surge of power that ran through me each time I saw a man's lust for my body flare up? that crumbling of strong facades, that regression to willful infancy! All I had to do was flash a breast, a bun, a strand of pussy hair, and men came running, tongues hanging out. Well, we would see if Colonel Barnes was as much of a sucker.

When I walked into my house, though, all those delightful thoughts vanished. My parents were yelling at each other in the living room, and Evert stood by them like a referee. I had never seen them fight so openly and viciously. The gist, it soon became apparent, was that Ma wanted to sleep with Evert in his room and without Daddy being around. And given the gist, it was quite natural that they should clam up the moment they saw me. "Go to your room, we're talking," Ma said imperiously. I obeyed at once, knowing how dangerous my mother could be when truly riled. I didn't care for her much when I stopped to think about it.

At the top of the stairs I paused and listened to the ensuing argument. Daddy refused outright to even think about her idea. She would sleep with him and do what she had to do in their bed, or she would do nothing at all. And Ma insisted that she was entitled to privacy, that she and Evert weren't part of his property, etc., etc. "It was all right the other night when you had that little black slut in your bed," she accused him. 'Then I had to go down to Evert's. room! But now that I want something my way you put your foot down. Well, I've had enough of this double standard. I'm sleeping with Evert tonight whether you like it or not!"