Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"What would you like me to do?" I asked him in my best siren's voice.

"Eat it," he said? his voice gruff now.

"Sure, I'd love to." I sank down on my knees between his legs and undid his pants skillfully. The Colonel watched me as I extricated his cock, a squat little monster that looked a lot like him, and when my tongue stroked the rubbery surface of his knob he sighed with satisfaction. The others wanted to do something for him too, and Marcie was so anxious to please him that she proffered her pussy to his face. But the Colonel wasn't into that.

"I don't do things like that!" he protested, and for a second I thought he was going to lose his erection. "You girls just show it to me, I don't want nothing to do with touching it."

"You want a show!" exclaimed Farley. "Well all right, you've got it." I couldn't see what the others were doing; the only one I could see was Janet. She was striking poses that were nothing short of obscene. She bent over so that her ass was facing the Colonel and then her hands reached behind her to open her cunt right up so he could see the pink innards. She turned around and masturbated for him, fondled her tits, and simulated an orgasm, and the Colonel was so hard that I thought he'd rip my mouth open with his stocky cock. He was a lot thicker down the bottom that at the top and each time my face dipped down over him I got three-quarters of him in easily enough, but then it got tough. I struggled to swallow him whole and he did his best to assist me, but it took a long time before I got down to the hilt. Thick, rock-hard flesh throbbed between my lips and shook loose the apathy in which my cunt lay embedded. His virility aroused me deeply and I began to imagine how it would be to have this thick cock right up my cunt, shoving and pushing, forcing its way into my body until I could only surrender helplessly. If only the Colonel didn't look so happy about getting his cock sucked!

"Isn't there something else you'd like?" asked Farley. She stood very close to him, her arms akimbo, legs apart, and as she looked down on the Colonel I saw something spark in his eye. He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. Farley had been around long enough to know what that little look meant. "Come on, sneak up!" she said, her tone suddenly unfriendly. "There must be something you want right now."

"No, no, I'm happy," said the Colonel, a small tremor in his hoarse voice. Farley sucked the air in through her teeth and looked at him in disgust. "Honestly, this is fine for me!"

"What a sickening little man you are," she said, and now her voice cut through the air like a whip. "Come on girls, let's teach this leech what sex is all about." I couldn't get over the change in her and the others were loath to jump the Colonel. He could kick us through the wall if he felt like it! But then Eva moved forward and the others followed, swaying toward the man, hands on their hips, and grinning; the way Farley grinned, lecherously. "Let his dick go, Renee, he doesn't deserve to get it sucked."

"Okay, gladly," I said. The Colonel yelled at me to get back down on him and just as I was about to, Farley's hand whipped through the air and slapped him right in the mouth.

"You piss-ant!" she hissed. "You'll apologize for that. On your knees!" The Colonel refused but she slapped him again and again until he crawled on to the floor and begged for her forgiveness. "Forgive you? For yelling at this dear girl? Get on all fours, you worthless miscreant!" He couldn't wait to comply. His powerful body was covered in hair down the back, and his ass stuck out, strangely smooth, virtually begging to be spanked. Farley didn't have to tell us. As one we landed blows on his bare bottom until if; turned red, and that was when the Colonel really started to enjoy himself. "Faggot!" Farley called him. "How did a fruit like you ever get to be in command of the military police! You must have sucked a lot of cocks and brown-nosed a lot of brass to get this far. Smack him, girls, punish him for being a toady and a queer!" Our blows were like the clatter of a hail storm, and the more we hit the more fun it became. I felt a strange sort of rage well up in me, one that was produced not by the Colonel but by the very act of hitting! Where I'd patted him in the beginning, I was now laying into him with all my strength, and when I couldn't hit hard enough I used my nails to get that extra bit of pain into his system. The others were doing the same and pretty soon there were a lot of bloody little spots over Ms smooth buttocks, redder than the scarlet blush we had caused there.

Was Farley's husband recording all this? I looked around until I spotted him peering through the open door of a closet, and sure enough, he had his camera working overtime. I was glad that our efforts weren't going to waste. In spite of the satisfaction I derived from slapping the Colonel about, I thought it was also demeaning, even disgusting to see a big strong man groveling like that. He was like a baby getting tickled, laughing and crying, writhing about on the ground in fits of ecstasy and pain, and there was sperm dribbling out of his hard-on! What a waste. I was aching to fuck, whether it was him or a broomstick made no difference, as long as it was long and hard! The girls were beating his chest and belly now, and aiming vicious slaps to the head of his dick, but nothing could make it go down. Farley lifted one of his legs and began to work her finger up his asshole, even though her nails were long and dangerous. The Colonel couldn't get enough.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" he blubbered.

"Oh, I've had enough of this bullshit." Farley stormed out of the room and came back with a leather belt. She folded it double and began to slash at him with it. The Colonel looked terrified and tried to crawl away but the five of us held him down, and took advantage of his helplessness to jam our pussies against his nose and elbows, any part of him that protruded at all! And I, being a little ahead of the others, managed to make a nest for myself in the vicinity of big cock, sliding up carefully and planting it into my pussy without anyone's noticing. At last! His cock filled me up and took care of that hot, empty longing down there, at least for the moment. To make sure the others didn't get jealous I pretended to be just as busy beating him as they were, but actually I was totally occupied in following him around and bobbing on his dick with all my might.

The Colonel noticed, of course, and on several occasions he forgot about his terror to check and see exactly who it was on his dick. When he saw me bouncing about there he grinned vaguely but immediately resumed his facade of panic lest the women become more enraged. It was a fine fuck, so sneaky, so smart, they were all around me and yet none of them knew. The leather belt thwacked against his chest and stomach, over his arms, leaving long red weal's all over him, even drawing blood when the buckle got in the way. The Colonel couldn't be any harder. His cock seemed to grow inside me, hard and thick, so strong and virile that he almost burst out of the clamp I had on him.

"There, that ought to teach you a lesson." Farley was red in the face and covered in sweat. She dropped the belt and squatted over his face so that her pussy just about ringed his nose. "And now, since you don't know how to take care of a woman's needs, I'll show you how a woman makes amends later." I couldn't see what she was doing there except for the occasional fingertip running back far enough to emerge from the hairy clump below her buttocks. Clearly she was masturbating in his face and the Colonel's cock doubled in thickness. I was moaning and carrying on without restraint now. The girls knew it and I didn't care. My hands groped ahead of me and found support on Farley's hips, and hunched over like that I fucked him hard and fast, urgently driving toward my major climax. Squishy sounds emanated from Farley's cunt and they blended with mine. The girls were using the Colonel's fingers to get off or they were jerking off independently. Farley's husband remained in the closet but he was beating off a mile a minute. The whole place reeked of this onanistic orgy, male sweat, pussy juice, hard sex! I couldn't last much longer. That fat cock was rubbing my clitoris into oblivion while it filled my belly, and already I had lost the beat and was helplessly writhing on top of him in the hope of making it.