Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"You're not," said Daddy in his threatening voice.

"Try to stop me and see what happens." Ma had issued her ultimatum and he his. Now that there was no way out of the dispute they faced each other like angry dogs and waited for each other to back down. I knew they wouldn't. They had gone too far this time.

"Pack her bags, Evert," he told his batman. "She's leaving for good."

"In that case I'll pack mine, too, sir," said Evert.

"That would be desertion, Evert," Daddy replied stiffly.

"Then you'll have to report him missing," said my mother with a sarcastic grin. "And you'll have to report me missing, too, so that people can add one and one and come up with two. That'll really make you a big man on campus, your wife running off with your batman. Everyone's going to respect you, that's for sure."

"You bitch!" hissed my father. His face was deep red and I was worried he'd have a heart attack. "All right, the both of you can get out. Renee and I will manage fine without you two. So go, go! Get the hell out of my house, you parasites!" He turned on his heel and walked out of the house, marching with a straight back and his shoulders squared.

My mother and Evert embraced and kissed, excited by their new freedom, and then they hastened to their rooms to throw some clothes into a suitcase. Neither of them said a word to me, perhaps because I made myself scarce. I couldn't believe this was happening. My mother ought to know better than to leave a general for a corporal, I told myself. But then I thought of Evert's prowess in bed and out, and I thought she mightn't have made such a bad deal after all. Besides, it left me alone with Daddy. When he had alluded to me I had felt a thrill of recognition-was he, perhaps, thinking the same way? Renee and I will manage fine. Yes we would!

Still, it was saddening to see Ma and Evert walk out. The house fell strangely silent and I knew Daddy wouldn't be back till late. When there was a crisis he did what a general had to do: he went to the officers' mess and drank himself into a gentlemanly stupor. All the better for me. I showered and changed, stocked up on calories for energy, and thus prepared I went over to Farley's place. I was let in at the back door so as not to disturb the guest of honor and while Farley put the finishing touches to his mood the other girls and I sat quietly in the kitchen.

"Look at us," said Eva with a sarcastic grin, "a bunch of courtesans waiting to be presented to the visiting dignitary. I tell you, girls, no one has done more for basketball than our team."

"Too true," I said. I wanted to go home already so I could be there when Daddy got back from the officers' mess. He would be a little tipsy and carefree and I would be able to lead him to bed so easily. And once he was there, wouldn't he want my company? A good daughter had a duty to console her parent. I shivered. Janet sat opposite me and she kept her eyes from meeting mine. A peal of rage erupted in me. If that bitch tried to worm her way into Daddy's bed before I got there, I'd kill her! It'd be just like her. All she had to hear was a hint that my mother had gone with Evert, and she'd be at the front door. Well, she wouldn't hear it from me. Marcie and Louise sat on the one chair and leaned against each other, their eyes closed, napping a little so as to be fresh for the exertions to come. This gathering was a far cry from the initial orgy, that joyful occasion which had sparked off so much lechery.

"I'd like you to meet the basketball team, Colonel," we heard Farley say cheerfully, "the girls who will be benefiting by this lottery. Come on girls, meet the man who can help us so much!" We got off our chairs and checked our appearances quickly in a mirror, patting hairs into place, straightening dresses, and we were ready. All of us had, according to Farley's instructions, dressed in our cutest little dresses with panty hose and ribbons and patent leather shoes. We didn't like the outfits because they made us look so much younger. But that was what Farley wanted.

"Good evening, Colonel," we said, grouping in a semicircle about the chair in which he sat. He looked us over through hooded eyes and nodded guardedly. He knew us as vaguely as we knew him, from seeing him at parties and at the base, and he knew that my father was a general, Marcie's a chaplain, and so on. For that reason he wasn't about to suspect what he was led to suspect, namely that Farley was offering us to him. He had a big drink in his hand and he took a large gulp of it, then looked at us again. "Can we do anything for you, Colonel?" Eva said sweetly. Her tits became all the more prominent when she had her hands behind her back, and for a moment the Colonel gazed at her ample protuberances and we could see his desire for them.

"Well no, I'm all right," he said. "Why don't you sit down, girls, make yourself comfortable."

"Oh no, we want to make you comfortable," said Marcie. The little tomboy had come a long way in a short time. Before any of us could make a move she was already by his side, pushing his arm off the armrest with her cute little ass so she could perch there. "Are you sure I can't do anything for you? Light your cigarette, perhaps, or your fire?"

"Does your father know you're here?" asked the bulldog, his face a strangely mottled shade suddenly.

"No he doesn't," said Marcie softly. "Does your wife know you're here?"

"Marcie, don't be rude!" said Farley. "Bring the Colonel's glass here, can't you see it's empty?" The rest of us moved in closer and the military man began to look uncomfortable. He was surrounded and he didn't know why. "You see, Colonel," Farley went on, "we really want that permit. If only you could see your way clear to signing it for us, we would be so very grateful… and we would do anything to repay you? wouldn't we, girls?"

"Ooooh yes!" we cooed, moving in so close to him that he had four pussies within biting distance, five when Marcie came back with his drink. She sat up against him like a little black kitten, one leg on the floor, the other bent toward him so that a lot of her smooth thigh was showing. "We'd do anything for that permit, Colonel!"

"Now look here, I appreciate your side of it but you won't tell me what exactly is being raffled! How can I give you my permission if I don't know what's at stake?"

"Do you want to know?" Farley pushed through the cordon of girls around the Colonel and looked him in the eye until he nodded, "This is what we're putting up as first prize." In one smooth motion she lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, pushed her pussy out at him, and then pulled her panties up and let her dress drop to resume the mantle of the perfect hostess.

"Oh, very good," croaked the Colonel.

"And that's not all." Farley nodded at us and we all followed her example, giving him a flash of cunt that had his head turning from side to side, eyes bulging, trying to get as much viewing in as the short flash allowed. "That's not bad for the money, is it?"

"No, no, it's very generous," The Colonel downed his drink rashly, and repeated: "Very generous indeed. But how will you promulgate the prize? I can't have you putting up posters for pussy, now can I?" He bellowed with laughter briefly and asked for another drink. Marcie rushed to serve him.

"We've thought of that. What we'll do is publicize it as a surprise raffle for men only, and we'll pass the details of the prizes along the grapevine. That way the wives won't be any the wiser but all the men will get to know about it."

"Very clever," The Colonel thought a while. We stood around him like eager geishas and waited for his answer. "And you say you'll do anything in exchange?"

"Anything!"

"It's a deal." The words were hardly out of his mouth before Farley had the permit under his nose, with a pen for him to sign it. The Colonel looked a little put out but he scrawled his signature on it and looked at us expectantly. At a sign from Farley we began to undress very slowly, lingering over each article of clothing and looking at him with bright eyes. The Colonel shifted uncomfortably and Farley said he didn't have to be embarrassed: if his cock was trapped he could free it. And when he didn't she bent over and did it for him, moving the growing bulge until it sprang into a long ridge of flesh under his pants. I wondered what he wanted us to do for him. He was such a square-looking guy with his crew cut and his pugnacious face, and that big body that was one muscle. He didn't move until we were all stark naked. Farley had joined the fun, too, and he had six choices to make. Which one would he want first? Even though I wasn't particularly attracted to him, I was very flattered when he motioned me to come closer.