Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

She was silent for a moment. The covers undulated over her pussy and I hooked my index finger deep into my cunt so as to put pressure on that peculiar little knob further up. The tingling grew hotter and more widespread, jerky quivers shook my body up, but I remained all ears.

"Yes, I loved it," said Annie, and her voice sounded more like a groan for a second. "His eyes bored into my pussy and the light of lust Ht up in them. I had never seen him look at me that way before. It had always been uncle and niece but suddenly I felt like something very different, something like a woman! I have to admit I became pretty brazen at that point. Especially when I felt something under me growing hard and thick. I knew it was his cock but I didn't dare take a look I just kept moving back and forth, working the sheet out of the way until his naked flesh met mine. And still I kept my eyes on his eyes, moving my ass along that ridge of hard flesh, feeling faint and dizzy, and my uncle was looking kind of glassy-eyed and feverish, holding my hips to guide me along that rail of his, and I wanted to keep going and going just to have those mad bubbles bursting in my belly forever! But something hot and sticky spurted up at me, a white fluid, and Jack quickly reached for a box of tissues and told me to get out of the room. I didn't believe it! He was mopping his penis and I stared at it now, a huge thing with throbbing veins and dark brown skin stretching back from a flushed knob, and I wanted to play more, a lot more. But he threatened to get angry, so I left and went back to my own room. Since that day, it's been uncle and niece again. He won't let me into his room when he's alone anymore. And what can I do? Nothing, except play with myself late at night and think of all the fun we could have had."

There was a long silence as our fingers fumbled and plunged, working ourselves up into a lather of ecstasy. I wouldn't acknowledge the end of her story. In my imagination Daddy didn't reach for the tissues. No, he made me lick him clean! And then he would make his cock get hard again just so he could push it deep into my cunt, and he would throw Ma out of the house, and the two of us could live happily ever after! The fantasy persisted until my body shook and quivered in a fit of passion, and then went into a contented slump.

"I'm so tired," yawned Annie. "Will you put the light out, Renee?"

"Sure." My eyes were dropping shut, too.

"And don't forget, this is our secret," she said.

"I'll never tell." We put our nighties back on, turned our backs to each other, and fell asleep in an instant.

When we assembled the next evening at Farley's house, I looked at my teammates with different eyes. That experience with Annie had done something to me, it had expanded my curiosity, and I found myself wondering if the others had ever played with themselves. Louise didn't look as though she would. She was Eurasian, inscrutable yet blue-eyed, a slender, beautiful girl with blond-brown hair and high cheekbones. No, Louise was too reserved, too self-disciplined to give in to such impulses. What about Janet? The beautiful black girl looked as though she might if only because she was sensual beyond her years. She had a knowing expression in her big eyes, her breasts were small but full. I could see why my father had a thing about her. Janet was young and tender but all the equipment was there, a lovely little ass that stuck out behind her as if poised for sex, and those long legs that even made me want to travel up to their tops.

Yes, Janet might but Eva was sure to. The tall, voluptuous brunette had hinted to us more than once that she had gone all the way with a soldier or two, and while we couldn't be sure if she was telling the truth, she certainly was the one most likely to succeed in our group. Her tits were the talk of the base and when she played basketball the soldiers came from near and far just to dream awhile. I had seen her nude often enough and the size and firmness of her tits always astounded me and made me envious. Talk about cantilevered construction! Her big pink nipples pushed out and up as if she didn't need a 40-D bra at all! I wondered if she could kiss her own nipples.

Farley entered the room with coffee and cake and she told us to dig in while she finished her chores in the kitchen. Her husband appeared briefly, handsome, athletic, successful in every area except in bed if the rumors were true. There seemed to be little love lost between Farley and her jock husband but that didn't mean they couldn't fuck together. Did Farley do it? The idea excited me greatly for some reason. She was so sophisticated and mature, so poised; but then she used to be a model and she would know how to hide her true feelings. Farley wore her hair closely cropped, a black layer of small curls that framed her exquisite face to perfection and set off her blue eyes so as to startle a casual onlooker. Yes, she was the right mate for the Lt. Colonel, they made a handsome pair. But I felt sure that Farley in bed alone would let down her facade and finger her dark pussy, too.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" Marcie burst into the room, half-giggling and half-worried. "Goddamn this base, a girl can't go from one side of it to the other without getting propositioned. And the stud who laid it on me this evening was almost too good to throw back!" She laughed to herself as she sat down. "Yes sir, he came real close to getting more than he was looking for."

Marcie would, for sure. Even though she hadn't gone through her tomboy phase yet, I knew the little black girl was a woman beneath those jeans and T-shirts. She had no breasts yet but what she lacked on top she made up for in the bottom. Two big soccer-ball buns poked out from the steep arch of her back, two big impertinent cheeks that men longed to grab, big, black, firmly soft cheeks that had often caught my eye when we showered after a game. She knew she had a "fine ass," too, and she would often tell us about it. "Don't be looking at that man, honey, you ain't got no chance with my fine ass around here!" Perhaps she was right but I also knew that she was still a virgin, an impatient one, and that meant she was probably fucking her finger.

These ruminations made my loins tingle strangely and I felt like doing it to myself right there and then. But Farley interrupted my train of thought by pronouncing the meeting open. There wasn't much to be discussed-it was more a social gathering than anything. Still, she wanted us to pick a section of the base so that we wouldn't bother the same people over and over with our requests for work and money. None of us had worked out any specific chores which we could offer to do, so we all agreed to play it by ear.

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow how far that will take us," said Farley. "Personally I have little faith in this operation… there has to be a better way of raising money, if only we could think of it. Anyway, let's try it this way and perhaps that'll lead to new ideas."

"And I say we ought to close this meeting and turn our attention to gossip," said Eva. "I'm tired of all this seriousness. We'll worry tomorrow, okay, Farley?"

"Okay," she laughed. "So who's got something juicy to tell?" We all had something, and in between consuming coffee and cake, the stories came hard and fast. Nothing was sacred when we girls got together. Love lives were dissected, careers were analyzed, and futures were read. When the evening drew to a close we had probably exchanged more information than military intelligence possessed. Janet and I walked part of the way home together, still talking about current issues; but when we were alone I wanted her to come home with me to spend the night, and perhaps to play the same game Annie and I had enjoyed so much. Unwittingly she provided me with a reason to invite her. "Gosh, I'm tired," she sighed. "That game last night really took it out of ma I don't know if I'm going to make it home, Renee, and that's the truth."