Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

The Colonel grabbed Farley by the waist and pulled her down on his face, and when the girls saw him eating her out they cheered him on. At the same time his hips began to move up and down with great vigor, shoving his dick into me with such force that I found myself striving only to keep my balance. And it was while I was distracted that my body exploded into a thousand pieces and I wilted like a brutalized flower to roll sideways off him. Sperm still spurted out of his erect, laid-back cock, and the others scrambled to get their little taste. But I was out of reach. This was the one I'd been waiting for. Smaller climaxes rollicked through me like runaway fireballs, and I let them careen about until they ran out of steam and all of me could relax.

"Phew!" said the Colonel, lifting himself painfully out of the welter of bare female flesh. "I might just buy me a couple of lottery tickets. You girls are real good!"

"You're not bad yourself," said Farley, "once you get started, anyway." She was right there. I got to my feet and washed my pussy in her bathroom. It hurt and none of the feelings remaining down there even hinted of pleasure. I went home, anxious only to get to bed. Daddy was in the living room. His eyes were bleary and when he saw me he tried to get to his feet. I just waved at him and shot up the stairs. He wanted me-and I couldn't take him! But there was always tomorrow. I'd be better for him the next day, and extra good the day after. Now that Ma was out of the picture there was plenty of time.

"Don't you want me to tell you a bedtime story?" I heard him shout from downstairs. Something fell over and crashed, a vase perhaps.

"Tomorrow, Daddy!"

"Aw shit, fuck tomorrow!" he muttered, and I thought that was prophetic.

But I was wrong. When I saw Daddy the next day he was fully dressed, groomed, and the complete officer and gentleman again. No mention of the previous evening, not a bloodshot eye or despondent sigh, we were back at square one. I didn't dare ask him about bedtime stories that morning, nor during the days that followed. All I could do was hope that he'd snap out of his newly adopted role. Each night I checked on him to make sure he was in bed by himself and each night he was. Janet tried to call him once but he wouldn't talk with her. I didn't understand his overall plan, but it seemed as though he was aiming for martyrdom.

I was kept pretty busy doing all the things Evert and Ma had done before, and I performed each task grudingly. They were out in the big wide world somewhere having fun and I was polishing boots and cooking dinner! If this was a woman's lot then they could keep it. I intended to remain a dependent for as long as possible just so I'd have someone to do all this stuff for me. Of course my dependency depended on the imminent return of Ma and Evert, because if they stayed away much longer I'd have to resign from this family.

On the other hand the lottery was doing great. Tickets were being sold all over the base and when they ran out we heard that scalpers had gone into action to bilk the latecomers. Farley had all the money she needed now and before the payoff was scheduled she had already contacted contractors, paid them and got them started on the work in the warehouse. If anyone asked us about the source of all that money, Farley had instructed us to answer that she had received an inheritance, and if people didn't believe that, bad luck for them. We were just to stick to our story. That took care of that, and it only remained to us to draw lots and see who would pair up with whom. Farley had decided against two-dollar tickets after we had been given our permit, and so all had been sold for five, with the first prize of two girls and one girl for the second, third, and fourth.

Most of us wanted to be part of the first prize package, if only to have some company. But when I found out I was to partner Janet, my joy was severely mitigated. Neither of us said anything, of course. Our hostility had so far been entirely tacit. We just knew that there would be friction. We didn't know how much, though, that only became clear when the first prizewinner was announced.

Ma had been away for a week by the time the winners were drawn from a barrel under the stern gaze of the military police Colonel, and I found out later that Daddy had bought twenty tickets for himself. That improved his odds but it was still a hell of a shock when he won. Only Farley, the team, and the Colonel were present at the drawing, and when my father's name was announced I turned white from head to foot. Farley immediately asked if I wanted to let someone take my place, but that would be unthinkable. Let Janet see him without me there? No thank you! I shook my head even before the incestuous implications had expounded themselves in my mind. All I could think of was that horrible night I'd caught Daddy in bed with my former best friend.

"Are you sure now, Renee?" Farley asked. They were all looking at me with big, round eyes, and when I refused a second time the coach sighed and said: "Okay, if you want to be Daddy's girl, that's fine with me."

The event dawned on me in pieces that slowly fit together. The big moment had arrived! Now I was free to make love with my father, I had a chance to get even with Janet, we wouldn't have to operate the brothel any longer, and everything would be fine! It had already been arranged that all the girls would be masked before presenting themselves at the home of the winner (or at any spot designated by the aforementioned should his abode be unavailable for the purpose), special masks that fit as snugly as stocking caps and would last us throughout the night Of course there was a good chance Daddy would recognize us anyway, but that was a chance I was more than willing to take.

The next evening, Janet and I arrived at my place, both of us seductively attired in a couple of Farley's slinkiest dresses, platform shoes, stockings that came halfway up our thighs and were held in place with gaudy garter belts, frilly panties, the works! But over our heads we wore cotton balaclavas especially made for the purpose, snugly fitted and with small holes for eyes, mouth and nostrils. They came down to our necks and weren't too comfortable-but necessary! If Daddy saw my face he wouldn't go through with it. Worse, he would know what I had been doing, that I had a lurid past!

Daddy opened the door, looked around to see if the neighbors were watching, and ushered us into the living room. He had on casual slacks and an open-necked shirts, with loafers, the lights were low, music was playing, and it was all too clear that my father was in the mood for love. "Sit down, girls," he said cordially, "and we'll have a few drinks before we start off. If you want to take off those masks, feel free, I won't tell anyone who you are. If I recognize you, that is."

"I'm sorry, sir, but our careers are on the line here," I said, disguising my voice as best I could by making it throaty. "We're movie starlets filling in during a dry spell, if you know what I mean, and we wouldn't want any of our fans to know about it."

"Starlets, huh?" He looked us over and nodded. "Well, from what I can see you certainly are a pair of stunners." He handed us our drinks and added straws so we wouldn't get our masks wet. My body was electric with excitement. "Before you start drinking, would you mind taking off your clothes?" Daddy asked us the way a person would ask another person to tell him the time of day. We responded just as casually but we were both trembling visibly. The contest was on. Janet looked at me and threw down the gauntlet: may the better woman win. And I signaled her with my eyes that she was on. "Beautiful, beautiful," he muttered, appraising us like a real connoisseur. "Well, ladies, here's to the evening!" He raised his drink and we lifted ours, and the night had begun.