The onset of puberty invariably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is changing much faster than they would like.
For the young farm girl in this book the initiation into the world of sexuality is full of frustration and fear. Eager to explore the bounds of her femininity, she becomes a victim of many uncaring people, until finally, she learns the power she holds over the men in her life.
THE FARMER'S HOT DAUGHTER-the story of a young girl's struggle to make her own, very personal transition into adulthood. Her story is a reminder of the pitfalls standing in the way of those growing up. It is a lesson for society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Honey Bales knew her father was gone for the day but she wasn't surprised to hear a car pulling into their sandy front yard.
"I bet it's another salesman," she said. "Why do they always bother us?"
She supposed she'd have to go down and talk with the man. She'd already done her shoulder-length blonde hair into a bun at the back of her neck. Now she slipped a simple light-blue dress, that matched the blue of her eyes, over the plain white panties and bra she was wearing.
She practiced her determined look in the mirror for a moment. Before she had learned that look, a lot of sales had been made on the farm while her father was away.
She was ready to face the salesman. She hurried downstairs and was surprised to find the front yard empty. Yet, she had heard someone driving into the yard. She stepped out on the wooden porch and ran her eyes all over her father's property. She spotted someone at the barn. There was no mistaking the broad shoulders of her Uncle Matt.
It hadn't been a car she'd heard. It had been a truck. Her Uncle Matt was unloading some hay out of the bed of his truck. Honey was glad to see him. It had been more than a month since Uncle Matt had been around.
She ran across the yard and hugged him by his neck.
"Well," Matt said, his eyes twinkling. "That's what I call a welcome. I think you've grown some since I saw you last."
Matt always said that and his eyes always went to the same place. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and blushed red. Her uncle had always teased her about her large, melon-shaped breasts.
"Oh Uncle Matt," she said. "Quit your teasing."
"But you have grown some," he insisted, "you're getting to be a real sturdy girl, I bet the boys can't keep away from you. I bet they get ns randy as a young stud horse in springtime!"
Honey blushed again. She liked her Uncle Matt but she often wished he wouldn't tease her that way. Talk about sex made her feel funny.
He must have known how she felt for he gave her a sly wink and turned his attention back to unloading his truck. Honey leaned against the barn door while she watched her uncle work. Her uncle was strong and he wasted no motion. He would fork the hay and sweep it into the barn with one fluid movement.
She liked to watch him work. There was something about him. Something that made her feel good. He looked much like her father except that he was taller and his short light hair was tinged with red.
His shirt started sticking to his body and Honey wished he'd take it off. She wondered at herself. She'd seen him without his shirt many times in the past and it hadn't bothered her. Why had it been bothering her so much lately?
He stopped working and wiped his forehead.
"I could use a coke," he said.
"I'll get it," she said.
When she returned with the coke he had taken his shirt off. His tanned and heavily muscled body rippled with each movement. His entire body seemed to be covered with thick, black hairs. For some reason Honey felt weak and trembly.
She had to lean against the barn door for support as she handed the coke to him. Her fingers brushed lightly against his as he took the bottle. She felt tingly where he touched her.
Matt finished off the coke in a few quick swallows. He had the truck bed almost empty but he had to get finished. He had to make two other stops that morning. He wished that his brother Tom would start taking better care of his farm, but Tom hadn't seemed to be able to do anything right since Louise died.
Matt remembered Louise with a hot flush. She'd been a fantastic woman. A hot-blooded piece who couldn't seem to get enough. Tom had never realized that Louise was fucking anything in pants, including his brother. Or maybe Tom had realized and hadn't cared. Louise had been that kind of woman.
Matt felt a hot itch at his crotch as he remembered Louise. Those soft, big tits. The way she sobbed in passion when a man had his cock in her cunt. The way she scratched and begged and went wild like an animal when she was doing it.
God, she'd been a fantastic woman. It was no wonder that Tom missed her so. Matt missed her a hell of a lot himself.
"That was good, Honey," he said.
He found himself staring at Honey. She was much like her mother. She had the same lush body Louise had, although Honey kept it well hidden underneath her clothes. But the body was there and so was the same sensual, animal look that Louise always wore. Honey was going to make some man a fantastic wife.
Matt wondered if Honey had experienced anything yet, and he decided he'd better quit thinking about that. Seventeen-year-old girls could be trouble, especially if a man was related to one.
"I guess I'd better get finished," he said, picking up the hayfork again.
"Talk to me for a while," Honey said.
Honey didn't know what she wanted him to say, but she knew he'd leave when he finished and she suddenly didn't want him to leave. She wanted to be around him for as long as she could.
"What about?" Matt asked suspiciously.
"I just want to talk," Honey said. "Sometimes it gets lonesome out here during the summer."
"All right," Matt said. "Maybe just for a few minutes."
They sat down on the end of Matt's truck and Honey was very aware of being so close to him. Her arm brushed against his and she started feeling that tingle again. She wanted to move away but she somehow found herself moving closer.
"Uncle Matt," she said, "I feel so funny. Lately I've felt so weak and ... sick almost."
Matt couldn't help but notice that her simple skirt had slipped up high and he could see the tops of her thighs. He allowed his eyes to go down her firm, tanned legs. Damn, but he knew they would feel good wrapped around his back.
"Maybe you should see a doctor," Matt suggested.
"Maybe I should," she agreed. "I think maybe I should."
Her hand was on his thigh. She didn't know how her hand had got there but she didn't pull it away. She could feel his muscles tense. His leg felt so hot.
"I-just don't understand what's wrong with me, Uncle Matt," she said.
He kissed her. He had intended to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek but somehow her lips got underneath his. Her lips were soft, hot and willing. They parted slightly. He could feel her heart pounding rapidly.
Matt knew he was fast approaching the point of no return, but she felt so good in his arms. He pulled her against him so that her soft mounds poked against his naked chest. He pressed her closer and drove his tongue into her hot mouth.
Honey hardly realized what was happening except that it felt good and she didn't want him to stop. She knew she should be ashamed for kissing her uncle this way. Kissing an uncle shouldn't take her breath away, but it was.
She felt so good nestled in his arms that she didn't protest when he pushed her back on the soft hay. His hand touched her thigh and then higher until he was touching between her legs. Nobody had ever touched her there.
God, it was shameful and yet her hips started moving against his hot fingers.
"Uncle Matt," she moaned, "Uncle Matt, what are you doing?"
He took his hand away and she thought he was going to stop. She almost begged him to come back. She seemed to be on fire, but she knew they had to stop.
Then she realized he wasn't stopping. He grabbed the bottom of her skirt and started peeling it upward. She grabbed his strong hands.
"Oh no, Uncle Matt," she pleaded. "Don't. We can't do anything like that."
"Hell with that noise," Matt said roughly. "You started it, baby, and now I'm going to finish it."
He made her lift her back as he peeled the skirt over her head. She was dressed in bra and panties and his eyes swept over her as if she were something to be devoured. He kissed her again, this time driving his tongue deep into her mouth as his fingers deftly undid her bra snaps.
"Oh no, Uncle Matt," she protested, but he was already pulling the plain bra away from her breasts.
"Fantastic," he said. "You've got a nicer pair of tits than your mother had."
She was shocked and ashamed that her body would respond to him so hotly. Her large nipples grew taut as his fingertips brushed against them. He bent his head and tasted her sweet flesh, sucking her nipple and creamy tit-flesh into his mouth.
He felt her responding to his kisses. She got hot fast, just like her mother. He continued to suck on one proud tit while he played with the other. He positioned himself so that his knee was between her legs. He had a feeling she'd like his knee pressed snugly against her cunt, and he was right.
Her hips started moving against him. She was moaning softly. Matt couldn't help but compare her with her mother. Honey was the exact same kind except her flesh was firmer, younger, sweeter tasting.
He took her hand and placed it against his bulge. He could feel her tensing up but she didn't pull her hand away. After a moment she began to move her fingers against his cock.
"Oh UNCLE MATT!" she cried.
"Yeah, sugar," he said, "it's a cock, ft's a big, hot cock and I'm going to use it to fuck you with. I'm going to ram it in your cunt and make you scream for more."
He sat up on the truck bed and unbuckled his trousers. It took him only a moment to slide them down his strong, muscular legs. Then his shorts. He felt her eyes on his cock.
"Like it, baby?" he asked.
Honey hardly knew what to say. She had never seen a man's cock before. His stiff rod of flesh both attracted and frightened her. She could see purple veins running all over it, and she could see the heavy sac hanging between his legs.
So this was what a man's cock looked like. This was what the girls at school talked about. She was sure those girls had never seen one like her uncle had.
"Touch it," Uncle Matt said.
She hesitated but not for long. Her fingers wrapped around his stiff flesh and she felt him trembling. Her fingers grew hot and sticky and she quickly pulled her hand away. He took her hand again and placed it against his cock.
"It's all right," he said. "It's just a little cream.
Just a little cum for you. Touch it. That's right. Open your hand and wrap your fingers around me tight. Tighter. Ahhhh, that's it. Now move your hand up and down. Slowly, baby, slowly, that's the way."
Matt watched her face as she played with his cock. The innocence he saw there excited him. He knew he was going to be her first. God, she was a fantastic-looking piece of ass.
"Take your hand away," he said.
She took her fingers from around his cock. She looked at them and found that they were coated with his jism. She touched one finger to her lips and tasted the salty flavor of him.
"Take off your panties," Matt said.
"I can't," she protested.
He grabbed her and lifted her up easily. His big hands ripped her panties off. She was completely naked before him. She tried to cross her legs but his big hands pried them apart. He was looking into the secret place between her legs.
"Fantastic," Matt said. "You've got a thick bush, Honey. I like a woman with a good-looking pussy. It makes me hungry."
He spread her legs even farther apart.
"Please, Uncle Matt," she protested.
"I can't stop now," he said. "I've got to taste you. I've gofto taste your sweet pussy."
Honey couldn't believe that her uncle's head was slowly going down her belly. She felt his lips touching her skin, his tongue slipping into her navel. She struggled hard for she was suddenly very afraid of what her uncle might do.
There was no use in struggling with him. He was a farm worker and he was as strong as a bad-tempered bull. He spread her legs another inch and buried his face between her creamy thighs. His tongue licked at her curling pussy hairs.
She tried to escape that tongue. There were too many new sensations creeping through her body. She didn't understand what was happening to her. His tongue parted the folds of her cunt and she felt shivery all over.
"Uncle Matt!" she screamed. "What are you doing? Oh stop that, Uncle Matt! I can't stand it! Oh please stop!"
He didn't stop. His tongue darted into her cunt and Honey experienced something she'd never felt before. It made her blue eyes pop open wider.
"Oh Uncle Matttt," she moaned.
His tongue began to caress the inside of her cunt. He sucked at her tender flesh like she was candy. Her hips started to move in response to his hot tongue. Never had she felt such delightful tingles. It seemed like her body was on fire.
She was no longer trying to push his head away but instead she was running her fingers through his short hair.
Of course, she knew what was happening to her. She'd heard other girls talk about it but she'd never thought she'd like it. It had sounded so dirty and disgusting. There was nothing dirty about the way she was feeling. Kind of warm and shivery all over. Her skin itched but in a nice way.
His tongue brushed against her sensitive clit and she screamed loudly. A spasm of pure joy shook her body as his lips closed around her tender nubbin and he began to suck on it hard. All the while he was still using his tongue and his hands to increase her excitement.
"Oh Uncle Matt," she moaned. "Something's happening to me! I'm burning up! It feels so strange like I tingle all over, and I ... Oh it's ... it's ... UNCLE MATTTTT!"
She'd used her fingers to bring herself off before but her orgasm had never been this fierce. Her body felt bruised and tender. She was surprised that her Uncle didn't pull his face away for she knew she had grown wet down there.
But Matt didn't move and she could hear him swallowing her juices. God, she just couldn't believe this was happening to her. How many times had she helped make fun of a girl who had given in too soon. A girl who had given some boy what he wanted, and had ruined her reputation.
It wasn't even a boy for Honey, but her own Uncle.
She wondered what he was going to do next. Would he go ahead or would he be able to control himself now? He raised his head and she risked a glance between his legs. If anything, his monstrous cock had grown even larger.
There was a spot of white on the end of the fierce, reddened head. It looked like some sort of weapon that he was about to use to rip her apart.
Matt stretched out beside her. His lips caressed hers softly, then his tongue went down her cheek to her neck and to the gentle swell of her firm tits. He started kissing her nipples, first one and then the other. She felt his tongue brushing across each of them and she felt herself getting excited again.
He moved closer so that she felt his hard prick brush against her soft thigh. He took her hand and directed it down to his prick. She felt his cock tremble as she wrapped her fingers around his stiffness.
"Move your hand up and down," he whispered. "Yes, like that. Keep doing that."
She massaged his cock while he worked on her nipples. Her nipples were already hard and now she could feel that aching in her pussy again.
He parted her legs and slipped two fingers inside her cunt. He started moving his fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and she felt her desire increase. She realized that he was trying to get her hot again, and for the first time she realized that nothing was going to stop her uncle.
She really was going to get fucked.
She said the word over and over in her mind. It was frightening. She could feel his rod jumping excitedly in her hands and she wondered what it was going to feel like going into her. He was just so big. She didn't think she'd be able to take him.
"He'll kill me," she said. "Oh my goodness, he'll kill me with that!"
"No I won't, Honey," Uncle Matt assured her. "I won't kill you. It'll feel good after a while. You'll see."
Despite herself, she was getting juiced up again. He removed his fingers and his heavy weight came down on top of her. She felt his huge cock-head brush at her thighs and then nestle against her virgin cunt entrance.
She began to grow panicky.
"No," she said, "you can't, Uncle Matt. You can't!"
She struggled fiercely now for she really was afraid. His thing was just so big. He would kill her. She couldn't allow it to happen. She felt the pressure start to grow. He was trying to push his cock inside her.
"No!" she said.
She scratched at his shoulders and tried to bite but he seemed oblivious to anything she said or did. She felt his hot breath at her ear.
"Please stop, Uncle," she begged him.
Even as she spoke the words she knew it was too late to stop him. His cock-head popped into her. He pushed it in farther and met the resistance of her virgin walls. He was too excited to take it easy. She was so damned tight he could hardly stand it.
He gave a savage shove and heard her scream. It was definitely too late to stop him now. His cock rested deep in her cunt and one more gentle push put the entire length of his rod snug into her pussy.
"Gawd," he moaned, "you're a good, tight fit, Honey. A nice fuck."
Honey hurt. She hurt all over. She knew he'd ripped her apart and she'd never be the same again. If he had started moving then, she would have probably hated it from then on. But Matt was gentle and a good cocksman. He kept his cock firmly in her while he bent his mouth to her nipples.
He sucked and caressed until he could feel the , heat building in her again. Only then did he start to move his cock in and out of her tight-fitting cunt.
"Now it doesn't hurt so bad, does it?" he asked her. "Aren't you feeling pretty good now?" Honey had to admit that she had started to feel better. His cock wasn't hinting as much. Now there was a feeling of being filled up and a feeling of heat. He began to move faster.
"Uncle!" she cried. "Uncle, I do like it! I do really like your cock!"
"I love your pussy," he groaned. "I love your hot, fucking pussy. I love fucking you. You're a sweet fucking piece of ass."
He began to savagely slam his cock into her in deep, rapid strokes. He could feel his balls tighten up each time her cunt muscles closed around his flesh. God, he had never had pussy like this before. Tight, virgin pussy.
"GAWDALMIGHTY!" he yelled.
Honey clawed at his back as she felt her passion growing. It was fantastic. Fantastic. She loved it. God, he was right about her loving it. There was nothing like it.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, jerking him down closer against him. "I'm coming! God, I love it! I love it! I LOVE ITTTTT!"
"Sweet pussy," her uncle moaned. "Sweet, good pussy. I'm going to put it right up your cunt. Jesus, such sweet baby pussy. Oh Jesus CHRISSSTTT!"
His hot cum erupted into her cunt like water through a busted dam. For the first time Honey felt a man's cum in her cunt. It was a nice feeling. Again and again his prick jerked and spurted hot cum into her.
"Oh Honey," he groaned. "Oh Honeyyyy!"
* * *
The church was a little white building on the outskirts of town. Honey went every Sunday morning and sat in the front row. She believed what the preacher had to say. She knew that church and being good was important.
The preacher was surprised to see her on the church grounds on a week day.
Preacher King was a tall, white-haired man who made an imposing figure behind the altar. Today he was watering his garden and he still looked imposing. Honey thought he was the only man she knew that watered his garden in shirt and tie.
"Preacher King?" she said.
"Why, Honey," he said. "This is a nice surprise. I hardly ever see the young people around the church in the summertime."
"I have to talk to you," she said.
Preacher King turned off the water and put a comforting arm around Honey's shoulders. He always liked to put his arms around the girls in his congregation. Especially the young, pretty ones.
He was a minister and he considered himself a good one, but he was already beginning to miss having his wife around.
His wife had died in the rainy season, just a few months after Honey's mother had died.
Preacher King shook his head. A man needed a wife around. Especially a struggling preacher. There were too many temptations around. Temptations like Honey.
"There, there, child," Preacher King said soothingly. "We'll go in where it's cool and we'll talk."
He kept close to her as he walked her into the church. Today Honey was wearing a baggy dress that hid her figure, but Preacher King already had seen her figure. Down at the beach the summer before this one, and his eyes had nearly popped out of his head. He had never realized that Honey had been that well developed.
They entered the cool of the church and sat down in the back row of seats. Preacher King took out his glasses and put them on. He felt that his glasses made him appear more sympathetic.
"Now you just tell me your problem, Honey," Preacher King said.
Now that she was here Honey wasn't sure if she could tell Preacher King anything. How could she tell this kindly old preacher about her sex problems? How could she tell him that she had been fucked by her uncle, and that she had enjoyed it, but that now she was feeling so very guilty and ashamed.
"Now, Honey," Preacher King said, as if he could read her mind. "You just spill it out. You don't have to be afraid. I've heard a great many things, young lady, and I don't shock easy."
Honey saw kindness in his expression and she tried to find the right words to tell him. She found she could talk to him better if she didn't look at him.
"Preacher King," she began, "I'm not...." She stopped.
"You're not what, child?" he asked. "I'm not ... I'm not a virgin any more," she blurted out.
Preacher King was not shocked. Not many things had shocked him in his lifetime. Instead he moved closer to her and put a sympathetic hand on her warm knee.
"Now, child," he said. "That's not such a terrible thing."
He was thinking of her mother. Louise had been quite a woman. He'd heard rumors about her and half the men in town. Once or twice he found her giving him the eye. Louise had been a hot, full-bodied woman and her daughter seemed to be turning out the same.
"It is terrible," Honey said. "It is. I enjoyed it. That's the awful part. I don't think I could stop another man, or boy, if he wanted to. That's how much I enjoyed it."
Preacher King felt his blood run hot. He had been a long time without a woman and here was this delectable piece telling him that she was next to a nympho or something. He began to feel uncomfortable and he shifted his position.
"Child," he said softly. "Maybe we should pray about this thing."
He squeezed her knee for added emphasis. Then he couldn't help but squeeze it again. Her knee felt so wonderfully warm under his hand. She moved her knee closer. He could feel the heat right through the skirt she was wearing. He started wondering what her bare knee would feel like.
"Yes," he said. "I think we should pray."
He didn't move. He couldn't move. He seemed to be rooted to his seat. He kept squeezing her knee. He wanted to move his hand. He honestly did. He just couldn't.
"Honey," he said. "Maybe we should talk again some other time. I'm beginning to feel a little flushed."
Her wide blue eyes looked at him innocently. He moved his hand from her knee to her cheek. She felt so soft, nice. He caressed her cheek with his fingers. He acted as if he was brushing a strand of hair back from her forehead but he wanted to feel her hair. He took a handful of it and stroked down. Her hair was soft and silky, sun-bleached so that she was even more blonde.
He had his hand on her shoulder. Just inches away from the delectable swell of her right breast. He could see her globe rising and falling rapidly.
"We should talk later," he said.
His hand dropped. He couldn't control himself. He touched her. soft tit. Just his fingers at first.
Then he clutched her. He massaged her like he had never felt a woman before. She moaned deep in her throat.
"Preacher King," she said.
"Let me just see if you're all right," Preacher King said nervously. He began to unbutton the top of her loose dress. "I just want to make sure you're all right."
He unbuttoned her dress down the front. All the way to her waist. She was wearing a simple white bra but the tops of her titties peeked out. So large and magnificent-looking. He could almost see her large nipples through the bra.
"Let me just see," he said.
He reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She didn't struggle or protest as he pulled it off her shoulders to expose those delicious-looking twin peaks. She was fantastic-looking. Large, creamy tits with big nipples that grew hard under his eyes.
He wanted to taste her. He had to taste her. He bent his head and sucked one sweet nipple between his lips. She tasted clean and fresh and young. He could feel his cock straining to be free.
"Oh Preacher King," she sighed softly.
He chewed on her nipple for a moment before opening his mouth wide and sucking in as much of her titty as he could take. He filled his mouth with her hot flesh. He used his tongue to caress her nipple even as he sucked at her.
Her hand fell to his cock and she squeezed. He hadn't expected that but it was delightful.' He no longer even wanted to stop himself. He had been too long without a woman. And he had never had such a delicious piece of fluff as Honey.
Her skin felt so warm and vibrant under his fingertips. Really alive. And the excited groans coming from her throat was not an act. She was enjoying it as much as he was.
Exactly like her mother had been, Preacher King thought.
He pushed her back in the wooden pew while he sucked hungrily at her large tits. His hands caressed her back and shoulder and pulled at her hair. She was just so good-feeling.
Honey's fingers didn't hesitate as she found his zipper and slowly tugged it down. She slipped her hot hand inside his trousers and groped in his shorts until she grasped his stiff, throbbing cock. She quickly tugged his prick out the opening. Her fingers wrapped around his rod tighter and she moaned deep in her throat.
He finished unbuttoning her skirt and helped her out of it. She wore a pair of plain white panties. Quickly he peeled them down her strong, sturdy legs. She had been sunning herself in a tiny swimsuit for there was a white sun mark around her loins. The startling white made a vivid contrast to her blonde pussy hairs.
"Preacher King," she groaned, "oh, Preacher King, I'm so hot. Do something, Preacher King! Do something for me!"
"I'm going to, child," he said. "I'm certainly going to."
He didn't bother to remove any of his clothes. He climbed between her creamy thighs and pushed his cock against her bushy cunt. He missed and she had to grasp his cock and guide him to where he wanted to go.
"Oh yes, child," he grunted, "yes, that's nice."
He pushed and he felt her shiver as his cock went deep into her tight cunt. She felt good. God, he had never felt such good pussy. He could feel her tighten her cunt muscles as he withdrew and then slammed his cock into her again.
God, what a tight fit. His wife had never been like this. No girl could ever be like this. Honey was the only one who had been created with a hot, sucking cunt like this.
"God," he said.
He began to drive into her. His balls felt tight and hot. Faster and faster his long prick slipped into her.
"Preacher," she cried out, "I'm coming! It's so good! You're making me come! You're making me come! Preacher, you're making me-eeeeeeahghghghg!"
"Oh child," he said.
He had a sudden bad picture of what might happen should someone walk in. His pants down, his prick buried in her juicy twat, his balls slapping against her. Her mouth parted slightly and low groans coming from her throat. God, he'd be run out of town on a rail.
"Child," he groaned. "Child, child, child, child, CHILDDDDD!"
He poured his cum into her in rivers, again and again, using a?' he had stored up for that long while without a woman. He kept slamming his prick into her until he knew he had no more.
Immediately he started feeling guilty. He was a man of the cloth. He shouldn't behave this way. He quickly got her dressed. She looked unhappy as he ushered her quickly out the door.
"What have I done?" he asked himself as he watched the bounce of her hips. "What have I done?"
Before Honey had gone very far, Preacher King had already reasoned his guilt away. After all, she had seduced him. She had come there hot for it. He had only done what any normal man would have done. After all, it wasn't like she was a virgin.
Preacher King went back to watering his garden.
CHAPTER TWO
Honey put up the last of the supper dishes.
She leaned against the sink and looked out the kitchen window but there was still no sign of her father. For three days he had been going out every night. He had not done a good job of selling the cattle when he had gone to the city. He had gotten half of what he could have gotten if he'd just bargained a little.
Somehow he had lost some of the money coming home. And for three nights he had been on a wild spending spree. He'd been out drinking every night. He didn't seem like the same person any more.
Again Honey wished her mother was around. Her mother would know what to do. About everything, maybe even Honey's problems. Honey had stayed away from men for two weeks. Ever since the incident with Preacher King. She had not been able to rid herself of the feeling of guilt. Preacher King wouldn't have tried something like that with a normal girl.
Honey had to consider the fact that there might be something wrong with her, and that she might not be completely normal. After all, normal girls didn't have such strong urges when they looked at a man.
Honey heard the truck pulling into the yard and she hurried outside. Her heart started beating rapidly as she saw that it was elderly Mr. Parks, their part-time farmhand, driving. Honey didn't like Mr. Parks. He was always looking at her hungrily, like a cat looks at a mouse.
Tonight she was glad to have his help. Her father was drunk again. He was sitting on the right singing at the top of his lungs. He had a can of beer in one hand.
"Come on, Honey," Mr. Parks said. "Let me help you get him up to bed."
Jason Parks felt her brush against him as she walked to the truck, and he felt an aching in his crotch. She was a juicy piece. As juicy as her mother. Mr. Parks spit as he thought about her mother. A grin came to his face.
"Damn," he said. "That Louise was a wild one."
He wondered if Honey would ever be the same way, but he somehow doubted it. Honey was too restrained. She always wore those baggy dresses like she had on now. Louise believed in letting it all hang out. Right there for the asking.
Jason licked his cracked, dry lips. He brushed away a little spittle from the corner of his mouth. Of course, Louise had never done anything but tease him. She wouldn't give him what she gave to every other healthy man in the valley.
But she damned sure like to tease. Showing off her ass and tits every chance she got.
"Come here," Honey said. "Help me with him."
Honey was struggling to keep her father from falling over. He could hardly stand. His arm went around her waist and he pulled her close.
"Sweet baby," he said. "Sweet Louise."
"I'm not Louise," Honey said.
Honey had to move quickly to keep her father's hand from caressing her rear. She saw the crooked smile on Mr. Parks' face and she knew he'd seen her father's feeble attempt to touch her. She pulled his arm around her shoulder and she grasped his hand. Mr. Parks got on the other side and they slowly helped her father into the house and up the stairs.
"I'll just put him to bed like this," Honey said.
"Thank you, Mr. Parks."
Jason knew when he was being told to leave. He knew the little bitch didn't like him. She'd never liked him. But that was all right. One day he just might take a switch to that pretty little hunk.
Jason went back down the stairs. He took a beer out of the cooler before he went outside. He thought that he might as well watch a little television before he turned in. Might be something good on tonight.
Honey heard the door slam as Mr. Parks went out to the little room off the barn where he sometimes slept. Honey turned her attention back to her father. She'd gotten him into the bed but now she was having trouble keeping him there.
He'd try to get back up every time she pushed him down.
"Just a little kiss, Louise," he said. "Just a little kiss and I'll go right to sleep. Promise."
"I'm not...." Honey began, but then she shrugged her shoulders. One little kiss wouldn't hurt. She'd kiss him and then maybe he would go to sleep and she could get his shoes off and cover him with a blanket.
"All right, then," she said. "Just one kiss and you go straight to sleep." j
"I promise, Louise," he grinned.
She bent to kiss him but she wasn't fast enough to twist away. Suddenly his hand was between her legs, underneath her dress. She felt his fingers at her crotch.
"Oh no, Daddy," she said.
"Louise," he said, "you still feel good, Louise. You feel so good."
His fingers caressed her and he tried to pull her down to the bed with him. She struggled against him but he was even stronger than Uncle Matt.
"Don't fight me, baby," he said.
"Daddy, don't," she pleaded.
He got her down on the bed with him. His hands stroked her body and she felt a hot tingle go up her back. No, she pleaded. Don't let me feel this way with my father. Not with my father. It was no use pretending. His hands lit the hot fires within her. She gave herself up to the feelings.
"Oh Louise," he moaned. "I love you, Louise. Oh God, you feel so good to me."
He tugged up her skirt and she allowed him to pull it over her head. He quickly unsnapped her bra and caught her tits in his greedy hands. He squeezed her roughly and she cried out. He bent his head to her nipples.
She felt an itch growing between her legs as his lips sucked at her tender flesh. Her nipple became swollen hard in his mouth and she gasped. It couldn't be happening, but it was. There could be nothing so depraved as what she was doing.
It wasn't her father's fault. He thought she was his wife. He was missing her terribly. But Honey was his daughter and she could stop him. She could, but she finally admitted that she didn't want to.
"Daddy," she gasped. "Daddy, we shouldn't." She said the words even though she knew that if he really tried to stop she wouldn't let him. Even as she spoke, her hand groped for him. She traced the long length of his cock through his trousers.
She lifted her hips as he peeled her panties down. Immediately his hand went between her legs. He massaged her roughly, pushing two fingers inside her. She didn't mind. She was already juicy enough to take him.
He pulled back and for a moment Honey saw some of the bewilderment leave his eyes. Just for a moment. Honey knew he was starting to get clear-headed and she knew she couldn't let him. He would have stopped if he realized she wasn't Louise.
She snaked her arms around his neck and jerked him back down against her. She rubbed her bare tits against his chest and reached for his cock again. Her mouth glued to his and she darted her tongue into his mouth.
She sensed his response. He wasn't thinking any more. He was just acting. She tugged his zipper down and reached inside his trousers. He was wearing no shorts and her fingers laced around his thick cock. He had a huge one. Bigger than her Uncle Matt's and bigger than Preacher's cock. A huge delicious throbbing that filled her fingers and made her heart beat faster. It didn't turn her off thinking of him as her father. In fact, it excited her even more.
"Louise," he groaned. "GOD, LOUISE!"
He was pulling back and she was frightened he was going to stop. But this time he was undressing.
He got his clothes off hurriedly and even in the pale light she could see his strong muscles.
"Louise," he said. "Do it for me. Do what you used to do. Do me, Louise."
Honey didn't know what he wanted, at first, but then his hands tugged at her thick hair and he was pulling her down into his lap. Honey realized what he wanted. She was a little shocked. Nice girls didn't do things like this.
"Louise," he begged softly, "Please, Louise."
She suddenly realized that this had to be something that her mother did for him. It was hard to believe. Her mother had seemed like such a prim and proper sort. Honey decided that it couldn't be so wrong if her mother had done it.
She allowed herself to be pushed closer to his cock. She laced her fingers tighter around it as she stared at the tiny eye. The eye was sperm-drenched and she stuck her tongue to it. She tasted his salty flavor.
"Suck me, Louise," he said. "Suck me."
She kissed the head of his cock and he groaned. Kissing it wasn't so bad. She kissed the large red cock-head all over, tasting his leaking fluids. She cleaned him off and then pulled her head back.
"Don't tease me, baby," he said. "Suck my cock. Suck me off, baby. Suck my cum out!"
She couldn't resist the temptation. She opened wide and sucked the large crown into her mouth. She lifted her head again and saw the intense pleasure on his face. He was enjoying it. Perhaps she could really be Louise just for that night, perhaps she could take him to the pleasure places her mother had taken him.
She lowered her head again. This "time she sucked the crown and part of his thick shaft into her mouth. She used her tongue around the rim of his cock and she felt his hips jerking. God, it was exciting.
She could feel her cunt aching as she sucked him deeper into her mouth. His cock-head pushed against the back of her throat. She didn't know enough about cocksucking but he didn't seem to mind. His hands started tugging at her hair and she followed his directions. His cock grew slippery in her mouth as she bobbed up and down. She had to stop to brush her tangled hair back from her forehead, but immediately went down on him again.
"It's good, baby," he said. "It's good, Louise. It feels so good. You could always suck cock good! It was always your special talent."
Honey didn't want to let her father down. If it was her mother's special talent then maybe Honey had inherited some of it. She intended to find out. She sucked his cock deep again so that his cock-head pressed the back of her throat.
She caressed his balls with her fingertips and his hips started jerking again. He was thrusting his cock into her mouth as if he were trying to drive it deeper.
"Gawd, Louise!" he cried. "Aghh Gawd, I'm coming! I'm going to fuck your throat. Gawd, I'm going to commmme!"
She didn't pull her mouth away. She wanted him to enjoy every minute. She tasted the first hot spurt of his jism and she started swallowing quickly to keep from choking. The warm liquid went down her throat and it didn't taste bad.
In fact, the hot, salty flavor excited her. She sucked more out of him. She continued to caress his balls even after he had quit spurting into her mouth. She had tasted what had seemed like a gallon of his cum but she knew he had more to give. She continued to suck until she felt his prick growing stiff in her mouth again.
"Louise," he said, "I want to fuck you. I want your sweet pussy, Louise."
She rolled over onto her back and pulled her father on top of her. "Yes," she said urgently. "Fuck your Louise. Fuck her good!"
She groaned as she felt his stiff cock at her cunt entrance. She was already wet and he slipped into her easily. He remained motionless for a moment, until she started moving her hips and urging him on.
He began to fuck her in steady strokes, each time his thick cock going deep inside her cunt. He filled her up completely. She felt like he was going to go into her stomach.
"Your Louise," she said, getting more and more excited each time she pretended to be her mother, "fuck your Louise. Give her your great big beautiful cock. Ummm, you know how to do it! You know how to fuck me!"
She'd never used words like that before but somehow they came naturally to her lips as she pretended to be her mother. She blocked from her thoughts all feeling of doing something bad. She kept telling herself it couldn't be bad if it felt so good.
She knew her father was enjoying himself, perhaps more than he had since her mother.
His thrusts came faster and harder than before. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tight against her. She could feel his heart thundering as his muscular chest pressed her lust-swollen titties flat.
She raised her legs. She'd never done that before, either, but it was really like she was someone else-her mother. She locked her legs behind his back and reached around to fondle his balls.
That drove him crazy. He began pounding her furiously, as if he wanted to drive her right into the bed.
"It's good," he cried, "it's good, it's so damned good", Louise! I'm fucking you, Louise! I'm fucking you good. Gawd, Louise it feels so good! Aghhhhhhh!"
As his thick jism erupted into her, Honey was carried away by her pleasure. She locked her legs tighter around his back and began moving up and down on the length of his thick rod, milking him for every drop he had.
"Give it to me," she gasped softly. "Oh, oh, Oh DADDYYYYYY!"
The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless.
She didn't move as her father dropped his head against her shoulder. After a few minutes, he was snoring softly.
Carefully she pushed him off her and covered him with a blanket. She didn't think he would remember anything that had happened. At least she hoped he wouldn't.
CHAPTER THREE
Jason Parks opened a can of beer and drank it down. He crumpled up the can and pitched it into his waste basket. He was reaching for another when he saw Honey walking across the yard.
Damn, but she was looking fine. She wore a pair of shorts and a skimpy halter that revealed a lot of her proud, firm tits. Jason licked his fat lips.
She had looked fine the night before. She hadn't been aware that he'd walked back up the stairs after fifteen minutes of watching television. He just wanted to talk to her, to look at her. Maybe a chance to feel her up a little.
He hadn't been prepared for what he'd seen in her father's room. He'd watched the whole thing. After a little while he had gone back downstairs and taken the camera out of the closet. It was one of those special jobs that took the picture and developed it. Jason had taken a dozen pictures of the action.
The pictures weren't that plain for he hadn't dared use a flash, but they were plenty plain enough to tell what was going on.
All that morning Jason had been drinking to build up his courage.
He didn't think he'd have any problems, but he sure wouldn't want to have to tangle with any of the Bales men. Matt and Tom were both tough men, and they wouldn't take kindly to someone blackmailing kin.
Yet, he really didn't think he had to worry.
Pretty Honey wasn't going to admit to anyone that she'd pretended to be her mother and seduced her father. He had a feeling she'd be willing to do anything to keep that from getting around.
Honey had put the bucket under the milk cow when he walked out of his room. He wiped sweat from his head. He was suddenly feeling very nervous but one look at Honey convinced him that he was going to have to go through with it.
He had ached after her for too damn long.
"Good morning, good-looking," he said.
Honey turned slightly and nodded her head. Her halter was slipping and she made a deliberate motion of adjusting it.
Well, she won't be adjusting it long, he promised himself. Pretty soon she'll be begging to take it off.
"Your father asleep?" he asked.
"Yes," Honey answered.
"Did you have a good time last night?" he asked her.
He saw her hands freeze as she started to milk the cow. She turned her head, frowning.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he shrugged. "I was just wondering if you had a good time putting your father to bed."
There was something in his manner that was making Honey extremely nervous. She didn't like to look at him. He was old and wrinkled and sweated a lot.
He seemed to be sweating even more this morning.
She felt his eyes going over her body and she wished she'd picked somethingless revealing to wear. But she hadn't expected him to be up this early. Usually, when her father went on a drunk Jason could be expected to stay in bed until noon.
"I don't understand you this morning," Honey said. "You're talking in circles. Maybe you shouldn't drink so early in the morning."
"You know, Honey," he said softly, "you could be nicer to me."
He watched her eyes fill with hate and mistrust. A few days before and her eyes would have chilled him right to the bone. But he wasn't afraid now. Now he had the winning hand and he was going to make her pay.
"Yes," he continued. "You could be nice to me. Like your mother. She was nice to me."
"I don't believe you," Honey said.
"Oh, your mother was nice to everybody," he said, grinning. "Real nice, if you understand what I mean."
Honey blushed a furious red. "Get out," she said. "I don't want you here any more. My father will pay you your wages."
"I don't think I'll be leaving yet," he said.
"You'd better," she warned him. "Maybe you'd better even leave town because I'm going to tell him what you said and he'll come after you with a club."
"I don't think so," he said. "Not after I show him the pictures."
Honey was suddenly suspicious. "What pictures?"
"Hmmm," he said. "Now you're starting to sense something, aren't you? Maybe you're even beginning to wonder where I was while you and your father were playing games last night?"
"Oh my Lord," Honey said softly.
"That's right, girlie," he said. "I was there. The whole time. I really got a good view. And you know something else? I even took some pictures.
Some real hot shots." Honey felt a little sick.
"Don't you want to see them?" he asked. "Come on back her. I'll show them to you."
"Bring them out here," Honey said.
She was beginning to feel numb. She had a feeling she knew what was coming and she didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't allow her father to learn what had happened. It would kill him.
"I'm through playing games, girlie," he said. "You'd better come back here."
Jason enjoyed the fear in her eyes. She was no longer looking at him with disgust. She didn't have any love in her eyes but at least she wasn't spitting on him.
"Come here," he said, his voice hard.
Honey got up and followed him like a puppet. She didn't say anything when he closed the door to his room.
"Get me a beer," he commanded her, "while I get the pictures out. You're going to like these."
He liked the quick way she responded. He watched her rear as he took the pictures from underneath his cot. God, she looked fine and she looked even better now that he knew he was going to have her. He could feel his cock getting hard.
"Come on over here," he said, sitting on the edge of his cot.
She brought him his beer, and opened it for him. The fear was still in her eyes and that excited him. He remembered how he had been so often teased by her mother.
Letting him see a little, and making him feel hard. Louise was always laughing at him. Well, this time there wouldn't be any laughter. Louise's daughter was going to pay. How she was going to pay-He turned the first picture over and he saw Honey's face fall. Perhaps she had not really expected him to have any pictures, perhaps she thought he was making it all up.
But there was nothing fake about that picture. Honey was bent over her father's cock, her mouth sucking his stiff rod deep into her throat, a look of delight on her features.
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said. "You really liked sucking your father's cock? Was his cum good? Did you like the taste?"
Honey shut her eyes. Being so close to Jason Parks made her almost physically ill, and she knew he knew it. She shuddered as he put his hand on her bare knee.
"Answer me, damn it," he said. "Talk to me or I'm going to spread every one of these damn pictures all over town. Everybody in the county's going to know you sucked your father's dick and then fucked him while he thought you were your mother!"
She knew he meant what he said. He would do it.
"What do you want from me?" Honey asked softly.
He knew he had her then. He had beaten the spirit out of her. There would be no protesting no matter what he demanded out of her. He leaned back on his cot and put his hands behind his head. A cruel smile crossed his lips.
"I think you know what I want," he answered her. "Why don't you just go ahead and take everything off? We're going to be her for a while."
He watched with eager anticipation as she stood up. She reached behind her back and unhooked the skimpy halter top. She held the cups over her firm tits for a moment.
"Come on," he said. "I want to see your titties. Get that damn thing off."
Her eyes misted as she dropped the halter to the floor. For the first time his eyes feasted on her sweet-looking titties. Large and firm and capped with proud nipples, he thought he had never seen anything so exciting.
"Damn," he said. "Lordy damn, that's some fine set of knockers you've got. Come on over here, girl, and let me feel them."
She closed her eyes as she moved close to him. He grasped one soft tit in his hand.
"Ahhh Jesus, that's a nice one, sugar," he said. "It's been a long time since I felt a young girl's titty. You sure do have a fine pair."
His fingers made her skin crawl but he knew she wouldn't dare pull away. He could have his way with her and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
"Ahh goddamn," he said, "now you're going to have to work to get those pictures. You're going to have to show me a really good time. You think you can throw a fuck at me I won't forget? Answer me, girl!"
"Yes," he said softly.
"Yes what?" he demanded. "I want to hear you say the things you said to your father last night. I know you know the words. Say them to me."
His fingers moved from one large tit to the other. She may have hated him but she could not control the response of her body. He could feel her nipples swelling under his touch.
"Now tell me what you want me to do," he said.
Her eyes were still closed as she answered, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your ... your big hard cock."
"That's right, Honey," he said. "That's what I want to hear. Now strip the rest off."
She stepped back. Her fingers fumbled nervously with her shorts and finally he helped her. He unzipped them and peeled the tight shorts down her legs. She wore a pair of black panties and he slipped his hand inside the flimsy material.
"Your cunt feels real sweet, Honey," he said.
His fingers brushed between her thighs arid he saw a flicker of her eyelids. She was fighting it. She was fighting getting turned on, but he knew she wouldn't fight when he got his cock into her.
"Just like your momma," he said. "She was a hot piece. Ready to drop her panties for any man. Any man who just looked at her. She dropped them for me, once."
Honey didn't answer. Her lips parted slightly and she licked at them.
"Yes sir," he continued, "I fucked your momma. Got her on this very same cot. Gawd, could she throw her legs up in the air so a man could get his cock right deep in her twat."
"Please stop," Honey said.
"What?" he asked. "You want me to stop talking about your momma? I'd think you'd be glad to hear you're turning out just like her. Another sweet piece of ass. Don't you want to follow in her footsteps? Course, you'll have a lot of fucking to do before you catch up with her. Your mother was a real roundheels."
He was getting hard talking about Honey's mother. He felt his cock straining to be released from his trousers. He took his hand out of her panties and helped her peel the flimsy things off.
Gawd, she had a bush!
Thick and blonde and juicy-looking. He reached around and patted the softness of her ass. He pushed his hand between her legs and felt the slight wetness. She really was getting turned on.
"Stand with your legs apart," he demanded. "I aim to put my finger in your cunt."
She spread her legs. He pushed his hand between her legs once more. He pushed one finger into the tight wetness of her cunt. It felt good.
She moaned and her hips began to move against him. Goddamn, she couldn't wait. She was hotter than a firecracker already. She may have hated his guts but she sure didn't mind his finger.
"Sweet pussy," he said. "What a sweet pussy.
Just like your mother's. All tight and hot and ready. Are you ready, girlie?"
"Yes," she groaned softly. "I'm ready. You can put your cock in me."
"Not so fast," he said. "First you got to amuse me a little."
He took his fingers out of her cunt and stretched out on his back again. Once more he placed his bony hands behind his neck. He motioned to his crotch.
"Now you give me some of what you gave your father last night," he said. "I want to see if you like my cum as well as you did his."
"Just let me fuck you," Honey asked him. "I'll fuck you good. Don't make me do that."
"Can't stand it, can you?" he asked bitterly. "You just can't stand the thought of sucking my dick. What's the matter? Do you think it's dirty or something?"
"No," she answered.
"Then get your fucking ass over here and suck me off!"
She moved slowly, like a zombie, but she did as she was told.
With trembling fingers she undressed him entirely. She crawled on her knees between his legs. Her fingers laced around his already hard prick and she tugged at him.
"Get your head down there," he said.
He watched the top of her blonde head as she bent over his cock. God, it was exciting. He almost cried out when he felt her sweet red lips come into contact with his prick-head. He thrust up and felt his cock-head go between her lips.
She was good at it, for a girl who hadn't had much practice. She immediately found his most sensitive area, the crown of his cock, and she began to lick him frantically. Again he felt her tongue swirl around his rim.
"Ahh, Honey, sweet Honey," he gasped. "You're doing it right, Honey. You're doing it to me!"
He grabbed the top of her head and pushed hard. He felt the delicious sensation of his thick cock going into her mouth, even into her throat. He felt his cock-head pushing against the back of her throat.
"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned. "Get on your knees by the bed, Honey. I'm going to fuck your goddamn mouth!"
She released him and he grabbed her by the hair. He pulled and tugged her off the cot and forced her onto her knees beside his cot. He grabbed her head and held her still as he swung his legs over the edge of the cot. He jerked her between his legs and then pulled her head roughly back to his thick, aching cock.
"Now I'm going to fuck your mouth, Honey," he said, "just like I wanted to fuck your mother's mouth. I'm going to make you choke, on my cock."
He pushed his cock into her throat, guiding the movements of her head. He knew he was punishing her for all the times he had been put down by her and her mother. Now he was getting even.
He fucked her mouth savagely, allowing her no intervals to take her breath. He knew he was hurting her and he enjoyed the hell out of the feeling.
There was such a sense of power in him. She was his personal slave for the moment. He could make her do anything he wanted. He could fuck her, beat her, use her brutally and she wouldn't do a goddamn thing. Not a thing.
"Open your mouth wider," he commanded. "Let me get my big cock in deep. Don't bite me, damn it. Use your tongue. That's it. That's it, you sweet bitch."
Again and again he drove his thick cock into her mouth. Honey could hardly breathe. She felt tears stinging at her eyes. All she could taste was his salty, rubbery cock. She was being as brutally abused as any woman could ever be, and yet something was happening to her.
She didn't know what it was. There was just something in her that responded to the awful treatment. Something in her that needed his rough treatment. She began to get the rhythm of his brutally thrusting cock. She began to enjoy the way his rigid flesh stretched her throat.
"Gawdalmighty!" he yelled. "Gawdalmighty! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming! Gawdalmighty, I'm coming! Take it in your mouth! Take it in your sweet mouth! Jesus it's fuckingggooooddd!"
He drove his cock deep into her throat as he exploded. Honey could taste little of his jism because he erupted in the back of her throat. She choked. She couldn't breathe. Some of his cum spilled out of her mouth. She thought he would never stop coming.
Finally she was given relief as he quit pounding his cock into her. He fell backward with his now-limp cock dripping fluid. Honey looked at him expecting to feel disgusted. Instead she only felt a feverish longing for what was to come. Her cunt was hot. She was ready to fuck.
"Lick it off, Honey," he said. "Let me watch you lick up my cum. Let's see how you like it."
He watched Honey's tongue brush across her lips, sucking up the white cum. He brushed one finger across her chin and then pushed it into her mouth.
This time she kept her eyes open as she sucked his finger dry.
"Gawd, you're a hot one," he said.
He reached around her head and pulled her down to his limp prick again. Her hot lips closed over his prick and he felt her sucking at him hard.
Damn, she wanted him hard again. He made her turn around so that she was sitting with her cunt bare inches from his face. He lifted his head and touched his lips to her warm honey-mound.
He felt her jerk harder on his prick. Her lips had suddenly become a live sucking machine.
He pushed his face into her muff, tasting her wet juices. She jerked as his tongue entered her sweet-tasting flesh. He darted his tongue into her a few times and then started licking away all the juices in her pussy hairs.
It must have been a new experience for her. She started frantically sucking at his cock. She desperately wanted him hard. Her cunt was aching for his throbbing cock.
She felt him grow stiff between her lips, and her swirling tongue massaging his rim finished the job. He was as rigid as he'd been before.
She lifted her head.
"Yes, Honey," he said. "Turn around. I'm ready to put my cock in your pussy."
She scrambled around quickly so that her pussy was poised just above his throbbing prick. She laced her fingers around his staff and guided his knob to her dripping pussy.
"Go ahead fast," he groaned. "Go ahead. Gawd, put my cock in your hot cunt."
She went down on him slowly, drawing his thick staff between her cunt lips. She felt his thick cock-head stretching her cunt and then there was the delicious feeling of having him inside her.
"Ooooooooh!" she squealed. "Ooooooh, that's bigggg!"
"Yeah, Honey," he said. "Yeah, do that. Bounce up and down on me!"
He reached up and grabbed her titties as she started to milk his cock. Up and down she bounced, and each time she seemed to be squeezing her cuntal muscles so that his prick felt every touch of her cunt.
"I love it," he groaned. "Do it faster. Bounce your fucking ass off, baby. Bounce it. Bounce it up and down."
She moved faster, and her movements made her big titties shake like jelly. Faster than he had ever seen a woman move. He squeezed her big titties harder and that seemed to make her more excited. He started to maul her in such a way that he had never touched a woman before.
"Yes, yes, oh yes," she gasped. "Squeeze my tits. Squeeze them hard. Oh, your big cock feels so good in me. It makes me feel so squishy. Oh yes, keep doing that. Harder. Please, God, do it harder!"
She bent forward so that her lips could touch his. She wiggled her hot tongue into his mouth, and then pulled it out quickly. She started running her tongue over his cheek and throat. She bit him gently on the throat.
She was more than he had ever imagined she could be.
"I can't wait!" he yelled. "I can't wait! I'm coming in your pussy. I'm coming! I can't wait any longerrrrr!"
His hot jism spurted into her and she began screaming at almost the same moment. It was like her pussy locked onto his cock. Locked tight. It was the most fantastic experience he had ever had.
"AHIIeeeee!" she screamed, and he felt her wet juices flooding his cock and making him slippery. She fell on top of him as his limp prick slipped out of her cunt-hole.
He knew he had never had a sex experience like that, even when he was younger. She had a cunt like liquid lava and she had completely drained him.
He closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh.
CHAPTER FOUR
Honey felt drained and exhausted.
She felt as if she were going to fall over every minute as she did her morning chores. Somehow she found the strength to get her father's breakfast, and get him out of the house. He was on his way to the big pasture.
She fell into a kitchen chair as soon as she heard her father's truck leave the yard.
"I can't," Honey said, "I can't go on like this. I've got to do something."
She thought about running away, but even if she did run away she was still going to be faced with the same problem. She simply could not control herself around men.
She thought about Jason Parks and she felt a tingle of fear and excitement. She told herself that she couldn't be feeling that way about a nasty old man who blackmailed her into sex. Yet, she had to admit, if only to herself, that she had enjoyed the violence.
She was surprised when the door opened and Jason Parks stepped into the kitchen. God, he was a nasty-looking old man. How could she have done the things she did with him, how could she have gotten so carried away? It made her angry just thinking about it.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply. "I heard Daddy tell you to start painting the barn this morning."
"I've got the paint," he said. "Everything's ready for me to start."
"Then why are you here?" she asked.
His face got hard. "Don't get mouthy with me," he said. "I just came over to do you a favor."
"A favor?" she asked suspiciously. "What kind of favor?"
She didn't think Jason was the kind of man who would do any favors. He was the type who simply took what he wanted, any way he could.
He took a simple white box from his pocket and put it down on the table. Honey fingered it for a moment before she opened the box and looked at the contents. She looked at him, puzzled.
"These are all the pictures?" she said.
"Sure are, Honey," he said. "Every last one I took. I didn't keep a one, although I was tempted to keep that one of your sucking. That sure looked nice."
"But why?" she asked.
"I thought I'd let you destroy them," he said. "I thought that might make you feel more comfortable."
"You brought them for me to tear up," she said, confused, "but why? I still don't understand. I mean, there was no reason."
Honey couldn't accept the faint possibility that Jason might be going something good. She just couldn't believe it of him. She'd thought he'd use those pictures to blackmail her for a long time.
He noted the look in her eyes and he laughed.
"Why, hell, Honey," he said, "I do believe you're disappointed that I didn't blackmail you again!"
Honey quickly looked away, blushing a soft red. It was true. She was disappointed. She realized that she had wanted the sick old man to use her again.
"Don't worry, Honey," he said. "I ain't given up your sweet pussy. I just found out last night I don't need to blackmail you."
Honey looked at him again. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. I don't have to blackmail you." Jason stopped talking as he leaned across the table with his knuckles flat against the wood. "I don't have too."
"You're sick," she said.
"You're the one who's sick, Honey," he said. "You're sick for cock. Just like your momma. You're a real wildcat, Honey. Hell, I don't figure on coming to you any more. Hell, you'll probably be out to me."
Honey started to deny what he said, but she realized it would be useless. The truth was in her face. She had enjoyed it and maybe she would go around to him like some lost puppy begging for scraps.
"You know what," Jason said. "I think I'm getting a little hot right now. How about a repeat of last night?"
"No," Honey said.
"Now you wouldn't send a man out to work without a little of your sweet pussy, would you?" he asked.
"Please just leave me alone," Honey begged him.
"Let's go upstairs," he said. "I've got a hot one and I want to give it to you right in that pretty pink pussy of yours. In your bedroom."
"No," Honey said.
Honey was really confused now. Part of her wanted to go upstairs with him and part of her was revolted by what was happening.
"Get up," he said.
She was sickened by him, disgusted. Yet, she was powerless to resist the commanding tone of his voice. She found herself getting up from the table.
"You just walk ahead of me," he said. "I want your pretty ass to bounce going up the stairs."
She tried not to think about the night before. She tried, but she kept remembering the hot excitement that had gone through her. She kept remembering how turned on she had gotten when he treated her badly.
As soon as they entered the bedroom she felt his arms go around her waist and he pulled her back against him. She felt his hard bulge through her tight jeans. He rubbed himself on her for a few moments.
Honey knew she had to stop him now. She had to make a last try to keep her self-respect.
She broke free of his arms.
"No," she said. "I won't. You get out of my house or I'm going to tell my father. No matter what you say, I'm going to tell him everything."
"Not everything," he said, grinning.
"I hate you," she said. "I hate your old ugly face."
She couldn't resist the impulse to strike out. She saw his surprised hurt look as she slapped his face as hard as she could. He stepped back.
"Goddamn you," he said. "Bitch, you hurt me."
"Get out of my room," she demanded. "Get out of my room right now."
She clawed at him like an animal and twice her fingernails drew blood. She drove him backward out of her room to the top of the stairs.
"Stop it," he said. "Stop, it, goddamn you!"
She felt something in herself she'd never known before. A sense of strength she didn't know she had. She was furious at this ugly old man. She went for his eyes.
He put up his frail hands in a feeble attempt to stop her fingers.
"Oh God," he begged her. "Not my eyes! Please, not my eyes!"
She backed him against the wall in the hallway. His face was a pale white and there were two bloody scratches down his cheek. He was almost crying.
She brought a knee up into his crotch. He cried out in pain and dropped his hands to cover himself. She just pressed her knee against him as she went back for his face again.
He punched her feebly. She caught his wrist and dug her fingernails into his skin. Again she drove her knee up beneath his crotch. He screamed and she felt all the resistance go out of him.
A hot excitement flooded through her. He had not been much. He wasn't the man she'd thought he was. She wanted a real man, someone who wouldn't allow her to do this to him. Someone who would handle her easily. Someone strong.
Yet, there was something exciting in being able to do a man this way.
Even a poor old man like Jason Parks.
"You're not so tough, are you?" she asked. "You're not really tough at all."
"No," he admitted. "I'm just an old man. Just old. Don't hurt me any more."
Her anger faded as quickly as it had come. She'd won but she felt a strong sense of disappointment. She'd wanted him to win. She'd actually needed him to win.
She'd wanted the same excitement she'd gotten from him the night before.
But he didn't have that kind of strength. He no longer made her afraid and a lot of the tingling disappeared. He was an old man and she suddenly felt sorry for him.
She stepped back from him and placed her soft hand on his cheek where she had scratched it bloody. She felt him flinch as she touched him.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "I won't hurt you any more. That's a bad cut. Come with me and I'll put something on it."
He looked suspicious of her change, but he followed her. He sat on the edge of her bed while she fixed his face. The two cuts were deep and he had bled a lot. She cleaned them up and put bandages on them.
All the time he said nothing, but the fear was on his face.
"There," Honey said. "Not a very good job but at least it'll keep the dirt out."
"Thank you," he said.
It was really all kind of funny. Honey could barely keep a smile back. She wondered how she had ever felt any fear of this frightened old man.
"You didn't really fuck my mother, did you?" Honey asked him.
He shook his head.
"Then why did you say you did?" Honey asked him.
There was a lot of pain in his face when he answered, as if he were remembering things he didn't want to remember.
"Your mother was cruel," he said.
"She never was," Honey said, suddenly angry again. "You didn't know my mother if you thought that."
"I knew her," he said. "And she was cruel. You weren't a man. You didn't see her as men did. Always showing herself. Especially to me. She'd bend over and show me her tits without a bra. She'd put an extra wiggle in her ass when she noticed me watching. And when she saw how aroused I'd be she'd just laugh. Just laugh."
It did sound cruel. It didn't sound like the mother that Honey had known.
"She was a tease, then," Honey said. "Then all those other men you told me about. She just teased them, too. She really didn't fuck any of them."
"That was the hell of it," he said. "She did. Everybody knew she did. She fucked everything in pants. All except me."
Honey had the feeling that what he said was true. He was too broken up to lie to her.
"Come with me," Honey said.
She took his frail hand and he followed her like a meek puppy into her father's bedroom. Her mother's picture hung from the wall. A beautiful picture of her mother dressed in a ball gown. Honey had never noticed it before but there was a look in her mother's eyes.
A come-hither look. A look that said that she might be willing for the right man.
"Stand over here," Honey directed him. "You just stand still while I do something nice you'll like."
"What?" he asked, surprised. "That's right," she said, "I'm going to do something nice for you. You just stand still and think about how my mother used to tease you."
Honey sank down to her knees in the soft carpet of her father's bedroom. Deftly, she unzipped Jason's fly and reached her small hand inside for his limp prick.
She sensed his nervousness and she gave him her sweetest smile.
"Don't you worry," she assured him, "I'm going to give you the best head you ever had. I'm going to blow your mind. You just think about my mother."
Jason couldn't believe this was happening. Not after what he had done and what he had tried to do. Yet, there could be no mistaking the feel of her hand drawing out his prick.
She unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down. Then his shorts. He leaned against the dresser table and looked up at the smiling woman on the wall.
Yes, he could get turned on thinking about Louise. Louise, and those big tits. Louise, and the way she had always teased him until he could hardly stand it.
He felt her hot breath on his cock and he imagined that it really was Honey's mother between his legs.
"Louise," he whispered softly, "oh Jesus, Louise."
Honey smiled to herself. Jason was really freaking out. He was getting into the fantasy she was making up for him. She kissed the soft side of his prick.
"You know, Jason," Honey said. Honey put a little more country into her accent in almost the same way her mother had always talked. She sensed him growing more excited. "You know I couldn't take it any more. I had to come out and ask you to come up here. With my husband in the field we won't be found out."
His prick started growing stiff. Honey slipped the large crown into her mouth. With her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, she started jerking him. His large cock-head moved in and out of her mouth until she had coated it with her saliva.
"You really are a sweet man, Jason," she said. "I've seen you looking at my titties and I knew you wanted me. You really are such a nice-looking man. You know, I would have called you up here before but you know how my husband is."
Honey closed her eyes as she sucked the length of his cock into her mouth. Now she was really getting into the fantasy. There was something extremely exciting about pretending to be her mother. Something that made her feel strange inside.
She still held the base of his cock in her hand but now she sucked the length of his hot sword deep into her throat again and again until his entire cock was coated with her saliva. She released his thick pole and began running her tongue down the underside of his red prick.
"Lordy, Louise," he groaned. "Lordy, that's nice. It's so nice. You've got a sweet, hot sucking mouth. Such a sweet, hot mouth. God, how I've waited for this."
She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it beneath her tongue. His ball was heavy with sperm. She felt his hands in her hair and then on her shoulders. In another moment the top buttons of her blouse were undone and he was thrusting his hands down the front of her flimsy blouse.
She was wearing a bra but his fingers crept beneath the cups and fondled her creamy tits.
She pulled away, and he tried to protest. He jerked his hands from her tits and put them back in her hair.
"Don't stop, Louise," he begged. "DON'T STOP! Don't tease me any more!"
"I'm not stopping," she assured him. "I just want to take this off."
"Hurry," he said, "I feel so fucking hot!"
"I want you to feel my titties," she said.
"Yes," he said. "I want to feel your titties. I want your blouse off. I want to feel those big knockers in my hands. Let hie touch them. I've waited so long, Louise!"
She remained on her knees as she slipped out of her blouse and bra. She was close enough so that she could keep planting small fiery kisses on the head of his prick.
Immediately his hands clutched her naked tits. He squeezed her flesh until she felt her nipples get taut. His thumbs brushed over them and she felt a wetness between her thighs.
"Oh Louise," he groaned. "I want your mouth. I need your hot mouth. I've waited so long!"
He sounded as if he were in agony. He pulled her against him, his hands still squeezing the soft flesh of her titties. Her full, red lips touched the end of his prick and he groaned.
She pushed her tongue out at the tiny prick-hole and she tasted some of his lubricating juices.
"Suck me, Louise," he groaned. "Please suck my prick. Suck it right now!"
She opened her lips and took just the rim of his cock into her mouth. Just as she'd done the evening before, she swirled her tongue around the rim until he was shivering with excitement.
She could see the picture of her mother as she sucked Jason's cock. Her mother seemed to be smiling just at her, as if Louise understood what Honey was doing-and approved.
Honey closed her eyes tightly as she really went to work on Jason's cock. She sucked his stiff rod into the hot lava of her mouth, as deep into her throat as she could. She felt his balls against her chin and somehow she got her mouth wider so that all he had went into her throat.
"Jesus, Louise," he groaned. "Nobody's ever done that. Nobody could ever do that. Oh Jesus, Louise."
His fingers clutched her hot flesh as his hips began to thrust his prick in and out of her mouth. She sensed that he was getting ready to come. She wasn't ready for that yet.
She drew her mouth away.
"No," he said. "Why are you stopping? Don't stop."
"I want you to fuck me," she said softly. "I want your big, beautiful cock in my cunt."
"Yes, Louise," he said. "Yes, I want to fuck you. I want to put my cock in your tight cunt. Oh shit, Louise. I've wanted to fuck you for so long."
Honey quickly skimmed out of her jeans and panties. She turned so that she was still on her hands and knees but so that she could look at her mother's picture.
She felt his fingers parting her, two fingers stiffly going into her wet cunt.
"Ummm," she moaned softly. "Do that. Yes, do that. Make me so hot for you!"
He began to drive his two fingers into her cunt. Her hips writhed as hot excitement went all through her body. She pressed herself closer to him.
"Now," she groaned. "I need your big cock now! Give me your hot cock!"
His fingers left her pussy and she felt him leaning against her. His prick pressed snugly against her cunt-hole and he shoved savagely. She didn't mind. She was ready for him. In fact, she thrust back at him trying to draw every inch of his thick shaft into her cunt.
"Just stay still for a moment," she gasped. "Just stay like that."
She moaned as she looked up at the picture of her mother. His cock felt so good in her. She wondered if her mother had ever been fucked like an animal on the floor of her bedroom. Somehow, Honey knew that she had.
"Now!" Honey screamed. "Give it to me hard!"
She had to close her eyes as he started to pound her cunt. He was like a wild man. He kept screaming her mother's name over and over again.
He reached around and grasped her titties and somehow his cock seemed to go in deeper. Honey was afraid that if he went much deeper she would taste his jism in her mouth when he came. God, it was a fantastic feeling.
"Mother," Honey moaned. "Mother, look at me. I'm fucking. Your daughter is fucking!"
She looked at the picture and she imagined she saw the hint of approval in her mother's eyes.
"Oh Christ," Jason said. "Oh Christ! It's so fucking good. I'm going to blow my cum in your pussy. I'm going to fill up your tight fucking pussy. CHRIST, IT'S SO GOOOOODDDD!"
His hot cum poured into her and she ground herself against him and let herself go.
"Momma!" she screamed. "He's putting cum in my pussy! He's filling my pussy! He's filling me up! Momma, oh my God, Momma, it feels so wonderfullll!"
Her orgasm was almost as violent as it had been the night before. She kept driving herself back at him until he could take no more, and his limp prick fell out of her. She was still hot and she turned with an animal cry.
Before he could say anything she had sucked his prick into her mouth. She tasted his juices and her own as she licked his prick clean.
"God, girl," he said. "God, girl, stop!"
She took control of herself with a shudder. She lifted her face away from his prick and looked into his pale eyes. She had drained him both physically and emotionally. She realized that he would never forget the sex he had had with her, and that no woman would ever come as close.
A soft, cruel smile came to her lips.
"Now you can leave," she said.
It was the hardest blow of all. It paid him back for everything. He shook his head sadly as he pulled on his clothes and walked to the bedroom door.
"And don't come back," she said. He was a completely broken man as he walked down the stairs and out of her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Honey opened her eyes and saw that the sun was straight up above and blazing hot. "Oh Jesus," she said.
She gathered up her blanket and suntan lotion and made a dash for the house. She hadn't meant to stay out so long. There were so many things left to do before her aunt came to visit.
Honey still didn't like the idea of her mother's sister coming to stay with them, but she realized that something had to be done. Her father had been getting worse. He did nothing but sleep and drink. Her Uncle Matt was trying to do his own chores and his brother's but that was nearly impossible.
Something had to be done and Matt had tried the desperate idea of sending for Louise's sister.
Honey had never seen her aunt, but she had heard about her. She was a secretary for a school somewhere up north. She didn't sound much like Louise. Her mother had told Honey once that she and her sister didn't get along that well.
Honey dashed upstairs and stripped out of her tiny swim suit. She'd been doing a lot of sunbathing lately and her skin had turned a nice golden brown.
"Kind of like the color of honey," her Uncle Matt had joked.
The deep tan did go nice with her golden hair and blue eyes, though. She found that the men thought so. Even the old fools who sat in front of the courthouse couldn't keep their eyes from popping when she walked by.
Honey turned the water on hot and stepped into the shower. She washed the gritty sand and suntan lotion off her body. She got out and dried herself off.
Her blonde hair was starting to grow beyond her shoulders and it was getting hard to keep. She might have trimmed it except she had found out most men liked it long.
Honey had been thinking a lot about what men liked, since she had found out the truth about her mother. She also hadn't been feeling as guilty. She'd simply inherited some of her mother's traits, and hot blood seemed to be one of them.
Honey brushed her hair a few strokes and put the brush down. She grinned at herself in the mirror. The dark tan and her blonde hair made quite a startling contrast, and men had trouble resisting her. Yet, she had still not found the kind of man she was searching for. The kind of man who could give her the feelings she craved.
She still remembered those few brief moments when Jason Parks had filled her with fear and excitement. She remembered how violent her orgasm had been, how much she had enjoyed it.
She needed a man who could make her feel those things again. A man she couldn't control. A man who would be strong and rough and make her feel helpless.
She heard a car in the yard and she glanced at her bedside clock.
"She's early," Honey said.
Her aunt was nearly three hours early. Honey wished that they were able to depend more on the transportation services in the area. People were always either much too early or much too late.
Honey skimmed into her panties and lowered a simple dress over her head. She had forgotten her bra but she heard a car door slam and she could wait no longer.
Her tits jiggled obviously as she started out of the room.
"Oh well," Honey sighed, "Maybe she won't notice."
That was a futile hope because nobody could miss the large, firm globes under her dress.
She went down the stairs two at a time and pulled open the door. She was red-faced and breathless and her welcoming cry was cut short when she saw it wasn't her aunt at the door.
She felt suddenly stupid as she looked into the face of a boy who carried a briefcase. He was younger than she was, probably fourteen. She looked over at the car and saw that a man, his father probably, was sitting behind the wheel.
"Yes?" she said.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Pete Cross and I'm selling subscriptions to a new magazine that's coming to the area. If you have a few minutes I'd like to show it to you."
"I don't think so," Honey said. "You see, I really have a lot to do today and I don't have time to talk to you."
"Just a few minutes," the boy pleaded. "You see, my Dad gets angry if I don't at least show it."
Honey was impatient to get rid of the boy, but she found herself drawn to his pleading eyes. He really did look as if he were frightened of being sent away without showing her his magazine. His father had to be a real beast.
"Oh, all right," Honey said, shrugging, "but you can't stay but just a moment."
He followed her into the living room where he put his briefcase down on the table. He opened it up and spread out all his folders. Honey sat down close to him so that she could watch what he was doing.
He began to talk about his new magazine, but after a few moments Honey saw that he really wasn't interested in selling her anything.
Mostly his eyes kept coming back to her breasts. She caught him looking once and he blushed and turned away. For some reason, Honey found that exciting.
Perhaps the young boy was a virgin. He was young enough to be. She'd always thought that boys learned quicker than girls but perhaps this boy was an exception.
"How old are you?" Honey asked.
"Fifteen," he said.
So he was two years younger than her. He was kind of cute. She felt herself getting turned on to him. A month ago, a few weeks ago, in fact, Honey might have been ashamed of what she was feeling.
She'd grown up enough to know that it was a natural reaction even if a woman didn't do anything about it.
"Why are you selling these for your father?" Honey asked.
The boy looked as if he didn't understand the question. He rubbed his hand across his sweat-soaked brow. Honey hadn't realized it was that hot. Then she realized that it wasn't that hot, but he had another reason for sweating.
"I guess I've stayed long enough," he said, "my father gets angry if I stay too long without making a sell."
"Why do you work for him?" Honey asked again.
"Because he's my father," the boy said, shrugging.
"That's not a good reason," Honey said. "I wouldn't work like that if he made all the fuss in the world. I wouldn't stand for it. I wouldn't."
"There's nothing I can do," he said. "My father drinks and he gets mad and he hits my mother. I guess this isn't so bad once you get used to it."
Honey felt sorry for the boy. He had the look of someone who had never really known what it was to love someone, to have someone care for him.
"How much is your magazine?" Honey asked.
"Three dollars and forty cents a quarter," he said.
"Will you stay longer if I promise to buy?" Honey asked.
"You don't have to do that," he said.
"I want too," she said. "I'll get a cold drink for you and we'll talk for a while."
Honey had something else on her mind besides talking. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked to the kitchen. She bet he had it saved up. He would be impatient, and inexperienced, but that didn't matter.
Honey knew that this was something her mother would do. She felt as if she were getting more like her mother every day.
She opened a cold soft drink and took it back to him. He had filled out a contract and she signed it. She agreed to pay the quarterly amount when the magazine arrived.
"Now tell me," Honey said, leaning back so that her tits strained at her dress. His eyes nearly popped out. He shifted uncomfortably. "Do you always go around selling things? I mean, do you spend your entire summer doing it?"
"No," he admitted, "sometimes I take time off to go swimming or something."
"Do you date?" she asked.
"Nah," he said. "Girls don't want to go out with me. They want a boy with a car and money to take them out. I don't have either."
She touched her fingertips to his cheek. He didn't shave yet and she felt the downy quality of his beard. He was such a young boy. Perhaps it was his youth and innocence that appealed so much to Honey.
"I like you," Honey said. "I really do. If I were younger I wouldn't mind going out with you."
He swallowed nervously. Honey let her amused eyes drop to his crotch. He already had a swelling there. She leaned over close so that her breasts nearly touched his arm.
"Do you like me?" she asked him.
His breath was hot as he answered. "Yes."
"Do you think I'm pretty, Pete?" she asked him. "Do you think I'm nice-looking?"
"Oh Gawd, yes," he said.
"That's nice," she said. "I like for men to think I'm nice-looking. I like for men to look at me."
She saw she'd touched him by calling him a man. His ego had been inflated. The look in his eyes told Honey that he was curious about how far he could go, about what he could try.
Honey decided to make it easy for him.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked him.
"Oh Gawd yes," he said.
"Then you can," she said.
He leaned against her and his lips just barely touched hers before he pulled away. He looked ashamed, as if he wasn't sure he wasn't going to get slapped.
"Not like that," Honey said, "like this."
She leaned against his body, pressing herself against him everywhere. Her mouth pressed against his and she darted her fiery tongue into his mouth.
She felt his heart thundering as she kind of wiggled her body against him.
She pulled back and saw the hungry, frightened look on his face. She was right about his innocence. He didn't know what to do. He was feeling like he was doing something wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Honey knew exactly how he felt. She'd felt the same way with her Uncle Matt, the preacher, and her father. Perhaps it was part of growing up, but she had somehow lost the feeling of guilt after Jason.
"Did you like that?" she asked him. "Have you ever had a girl kiss you like that before?"
"No," he admitted.
"Let's do it again," she said.
She pushed him backward on the couch and ended up on top of him. Again she kissed his lips hard. Again she pushed her tongue into his mouth and this time he met her wiggling tongue with his own.
His hands grew bolder. They slid down her back and touched her asscheeks.
"Yes," she said. "It's all right. Touch me there."
His hands clutched at her asscheeks like he was a drowning man trying for a life raft. His fingers sent shivers of expectation through her body.
She ground herself against him and felt his stiff rod quiver beneath her.
Her breasts were hot and lust-swollen. Her taut nipples rubbed uncomfortably against the fabric of her skirt. As she wiggled against him, she could feel her skirt sliding up her waist.
"Wait a moment," she gasped.
She drew back and quickly pulled the skirt up over her head. She saw his eyes go wide at the sight of her bare titties. His mouth dropped open and he licked his lips nervously.
"You like?" she asked.
"Jesus, yes," he said softly.
"Touch me," she said. "Feel them. A woman likes her titties played with."
He reached for her. His hands brushed across her hot flesh like electric sparks. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"I want to taste," he said.
"Oh yes," she urged him, "go ahead. Suck my tit. Suck it good!"
She pressed her nipple to his mouth and his lips opened. It was nice. Her cherry nipple slipped between his teeth and he bit gently. Then he was sucking hard until he had gotten more of her flesh into his mouth.
"God," she moaned. "God, you have a nice way of sucking. You could drive any girl crazy."
He moved his mouth from one of her nipples to the other. He made sucking noises as his lips gobbled hungrily at her sweet flesh.
"Oh you sweet boy," she gasped. "You sweet, sweet boy!"
Her pussy was hot and she could feel her panties getting wet. She ran her hand down his side until she reached his crotch. She slipped her fingers between his legs and touched his swollen prick.
He groaned as her fingers teased him. She felt him quivering excitedly and she knew she wouldn't be able to tease him much. He was ready to come already.
"Let me do something for you," she said. "Let me show you something that feels nice."
She went down his body. He looked at her, puzzled, but he didn't say anything as her fingers quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. She peeled his trousers down his long, skinny legs. He wore boxer shorts that she got off easily.
"Ummm," she said, looking at his straight prick. "What a beautiful hunk. Now don't you move. Let Honey take good care of you."
She positioned herself between his knees and brushed her hair back from her face. She bent her face to his prick. His prick was long and thin, white with youth and innocence. She touched her tongue to the small prick-hole and he started squirming.
"Umm," she said. "You are impatient. Well, I guess it won't hurt to take the edge off. I think you'll have plenty left over."
She parted her lips slightly and began kissing the head of his prick. His hips thrust up at her but she refused to allow his prick to be drawn into her mouth. She wanted him boiling hot when she finally did suck his cock.
She ran her tongue down the underside of his sweet-tasting prick and then back up the top. She nibbled at the head of his cock with her teeth. She was driving him crazy. He was sobbing with his excitement.
His hands clutched at the back of her head and he tried to tug her mouth onto his prick. She saw a little drop of jism on the end of his cock. She knew it was time. In a moment he would be exploding into her face.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock into her throat. He tasted delicious, he filled her mouth. She used her throat muscles on the head of his cock and she felt his excitement grow.
"Hell!" he cried. "It feels so good!"
He tried to pull her away as the first of his jism erupted into her mouth. She was having none of that. She kept her mouth on his thick prick-head until every drop had spilled down her hungry throat.
Only then did she pull away.
"Ummm," she said, "you tasted good. Really good. But now it's time for you to learn something else."
She made him turn around so that his legs were off the couch and he was sitting up. She got in front of him and pulled him until he fell to his knees before her.
"Now Momma wants to teach you something to do for me," she whispered excitedly. "I want you to take my panties off. I want you to eat me."
"I don't know how," he said.
She ran her hand through his thick, dark hair. He clutched her asscheeks again and pulled her moist cunt to his face. He kissed her pussy through her panties. She felt his tongue licking her pubic hairs around the edges of her panties.
"Oh yes," she gasped, "you do learn fast. But take my panties off. I want to feel your tongue in my cunt."
He might have been a novice but he wasted no time slipping her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and she pulled his face back to her hot pussy again. She had to bend slightly and part her legs to get his face in the right position.
"Ummm," she said, "now put your tongue in me. Put your tongue in my pussy."
She yelled as she felt his tongue exploring her cuntlips. Slowly, his tongue pushed her rosy lips apart and entered her cunt. She felt him driving his tongue deep into her and she knew he was tasting her tangy juices.
"That's so good," Honey moaned, "I love that. Eat my pussy, you sweet boy. Eat it up good."
She clutched him fiercely as his tongue began licking at her cunt. For a brief moment she wondered how he was breathing, but then she didn't care. She didn't care if he died as long as she kept getting those exciting feelings in her cunt.
"Baby," she said. "Oh baby. You eat my cunt so good. You eat me so good."
His tongue found her clit and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He sensed the feeling he gave her and he sucked hungrily at her hard bud. His lips got to her most sensitive part and she began to gasp.
"Do that!" she cried. "Do that! Keep doing that! Oh, honey, nothing ever felt so good!"
Again and again his delicious-feeling tongue slipped up into her. She felt the entire length of his tongue in her wet, hot pussy. She ground herself down on his face, trying to get even more of it in her.
She felt a hot, tingling itch all over and she knew she was getting ready to come. She let her head fall back and her lips parted.
A wild loud cry broke her throat.
"Sweet boy," she said. "Sweet boy. You dear, sweet boy. How good it feels. How good. Your tongue feels like HEAVENNNN!"
He tried to pull his mouth away as she emptied her juices into his throat. She didn't allow him to move. She kept her hands pressing his face to her cunt as she rocked against him. Finally, weak-kneed, she released him. She fell onto the couch.
"Ummm," she said, licking her lips, "you do learn fast. That was heaven, sweetie. Simply heaven."
He sat beside her. His mouth pressed down firmly on hers and she tasted her own juices. They kissed for a few moments before she dropped her hand to his ready cock. She was surprised to find it so hard so soon.
"Oh," she said. "What a man you are. You're ready to fuck me right this minute!"
"Yes," he said. "Yes, I want to fuck you right now!"
She fell back on the couch and opened her legs. She felt him tense as he got on top of her. He was frightened. She realized he' was still unsure of himself. After all, he had never fucked a girl before.
"It's going to be good," she promised him, nibbling at his ear. "Your first piece of pussy is going to be fantastic!"
She clutched his buttocks fiercely as she felt his cock nudging at her cunt entrance.
"Put it in me," she said. "Put it in me deep! Really deep!"
He plunged his hot rod deep into her pussy. She lifted her slim legs and locked her ankles behind his back. His cock seemed to slip in deeper.
"Gaaaaa," he said. "Oh God!"
"Give it to me, baby," she urged him. "Fuck me good and hard. I'm your sweet whore so fuck me good!"
Honey wanted to make his first pussy his best. She tightened her legs around him and started to thrust back at him. She bit him on the ear and whispered dirty words. With every word, he grew more excited.
"I love it, baby," she whispered. "I love it."
"God," he groaned as his rapid thrusts came faster. "God, it's going to happen. "God, God, God, Oh AGHHHHHHHH!"
She pushed at him as she felt his rapid thrusts slow and then his prick erupting into her in hot, thick spurts.
"Fill me up," she urged him. "Fill your sweet whore's cunt with your cum. Fill me up!"
He drove his cock into her one last time before he collapsed on top of her with a satisfied sigh.
CHAPTER SIX
Aunt Lucy was a very impatient woman. She hated to be kept waiting. She had waited only five minutes at the bus station and then she had found her a taxi.
She felt the driver's eyes ogling her as she got into the back seat.
"Pull your eyes back and take me to the Bales farm," she said sharply.
"Yes ma'am," he said nervously.
He didn't look at her again as he drove. Men were usually like that. They would ogle her until she spoke to them and then they would understand what kind of woman she was. Thirty years of school teaching and secretarial work and she was still a virgin.
And she didn't mind a bit. Lucy didn't care very much for most men.
She didn't like her first sight of the farm, and she especially didn't like the sight of a young boy getting into a car in the sandy yard.
She got out of the taxi and paid the driver. His eyes ran over her form again but this time he was not as brazen. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
She saw the young girl walking across the yard toward her. She was the image of her mother. At least, when her mother was younger. Louise had always been the pretty sister. Lucy had always been known as the proper one.
She could see already that there was nothing proper about this sexy young girl. Everything about her oozed sex. She wore her hair long and tangled and there was a smug look on her face.
"Aunt Lucy?" Honey asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Who was that young man?"
"Just a salesman," Honey said. "I knew he looked the type. Did you buy anything from him?"
"Yes, but..Honey started.
"There's going to be no more of that," Aunt Lucy broke in sharply. "From now on this farm will be run like a business again. No more silly buying. Where's your father?"
Aunt Lucy brushed past Honey without waiting for an answer. Honey had the sudden feeling that the farm had been taken over by a whirlwind. Honey barely had time to answer one question before her aunt wanted to know something else.
Lucy didn't seem satisfied with her explanation that her father was working on the fences in one of the pastures. Actually, Honey didn't know he was. She thought he was out drinking but she didn't want to tell this woman that.
"This place needs work," Lucy said, "lots of it."
Lucy went upstairs and put her bag down in the room next to Honey's. She ran her hands across the bed and dust floated in the air.
Well this hasn't been used in a while, Lucy thought.
"I'm hot and I'm tired," Lucy said. "I'm going to take a bath and then we're going to tackle the kitchen and get it cleaned like it should be."
"Yes ma'am," Honey said meekly.
Honey backed out of the room. She wasn't sure what to think of this whirlwind aunt. Perhaps she was what the farm needed, or perhaps she was going to make life pure hell for Honey.
Lucy closed the door and sat down in one of the room's overstuffed chairs. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It had been a long, disgusting trip. Men who looked at her that way, and made her feel crawly.
Lucy didn't like to go out in public much. It made her nervous. She hadn't been going to accept Matt's desperate plea for help, but she couldn't resist.
After all, Matt was her brother-in-law and she owed him something. She owed Louise.
Thinking of Louise made Lucy shiver. She didn't like to think of Louise. It gave her strange, hot flashes. She couldn't help herself. She was close to Louise, now, closer than she'd been in a long while.
She could remember the blonde of her hair, the smile that made her face light up. Lucy could remember many things.
They had been two very different sisters. Louise was blonde and blue-eyed while Lucy was red-headed with very pale-green eyes. They both had very nice, full figures but Louise liked to show hers off while Lucy kept hers hidden underneath proper dresses.
Lucy's lips twisted into a bitter smile as she remembered her sister.
Louise had always been the pretty one. The wild one. She was one year younger than Lucy but Louise had the oldest eyes. Lucy had heard the rumors from the time she was old enough to understand.
"That Louise is a wild one."
"She puts out."
"I wonder if her sister will suck."
"Hell no, Lucy's a prude!"
Lucy was the prude. If she had any sexual feelings at all, she fought them. She didn't want to be like her sister. She wanted to be respected. She believed that her body was something sacred. She didn't think she could have those animal feelings.
Until that night. Until the night that Louise slipped out late and came back in smelling of booze. Lucy was aware of when Louise came slipping in the window.
"Hey, Sis," Louise had whispered. "You awake?"
"Yes," Lucy said.
"Gosh, you should have been with me tonight," Louise said, sighing. "I had a fantastic time. Bobby took me to the fair. Rides and candy."
And booze and sex, Lucy thought. She thought of tall, skinny Bobby Morris. Where had Louise sucked him? Maybe in the back seat of his car.
Lucy slipped over as Louise came to her bed and sat down on the side. For some reason, Louise always told Lucy about her dates. And Lucy was always frustrated afterwards.
"You know what we did?" Louise asked her.
"I don't want to hear," Lucy said.
But Lucy did want to hear. Her heart thundered as she lay beneath the sheet. She wanted to turn away from her sister and that mocking smile, but she couldn't.
"We were in the front seat at the fair," Louise said, "and right there in front of everybody he took my hand and put it on his cock."
"Stop it," Lucy said. "I don't want to hear this."
"Yes you do," Louise said. "You always do."
Lucy felt tight and nervous. She slipped farther away from her sister, but Louise followed her. Louise put one hand on the rise of Lucy's small, firm breast.
"I took his cock out," Louise said as her fingers massaged Lucy's flesh. "He has a big red one. I held it in my hands and just about everybody passed by. All anybody had to do was look."
Louise tugged the sheet away from Lucy. Lucy usually slept in a loose flannel nightgown but Lucy had no protection from it being pulled up. Lucy felt the cold air on her thighs and stomach and tits as Louise pulled her gown up.
"There," Louise said. "Isn't that better?"
"Oh please, Louise," Lucy said.
Louise had her hand back on Lucy's tit. Her fingers brushed against one of Lucy's nipples until she felt it get taut. Louise bent down and gave the large brown nipple a quick kiss.
"Oh Louise," Lucy groaned.
"You'd like that, big sister," Louise said. "You'd like a cock in your fingers. Especially when it's a big, rubbery cock that drips on your fingers."
"Stop it!" Lucy cried.
Louise's hand slipped down the flat of Lucy's stomach. Lucy felt herself quivering to the soft, gentle touch. Lucy parted her legs slightly and felt Louise's hand go there.
"You know what I did then?" Louise asked her. "You know what I did?"
"No," Lucy gasped.
"I sucked his cock," Louise said. "I bent my head and sucked his cock. Right there. I sucked him until he came and then I swallowed his cum. I loved the taste."
"Oh my God," Lucy moaned.
Lucy felt Louise slipping into the bed next to her and Lucy knew what was going to happen next. She was afraid and yet she was looking forward to it.
It had happened so many times before. Louise getting into bed with her and then fingering Lucy's cunt until she cried out. But there was something different about that evening. Lucy didn't realize it until she felt Louise's naked breast pressing against her arm.
"What are you doing?" Lucy asked.
"I'm naked," Louise said. "I'm naked with you. We've been to bed lots and we've never been naked. I want you to feel me a little."
This was something mew. Lucy had never touched her sister before. Always she had allowed herself to be touched but she had never done anything. She'd just listened and allowed Louise's fingers to take her to the peaks of pleasure.
But this time Louise wanted more.
"Come on," Louise insisted. "Suck my tit a little."
"I can't," Lucy protested, but she felt Louise slipping closer and then suddenly one of Louise's large cherry nipples pressed against Lucy's cheek.
Lucy didn't want to but she couldn't control herself. Her lips parted and the taut nipple slipped into her mouth. She tasted the sweet flesh of her sister and it excited her more than anything had ever excited her.
She parted her legs wider and Louise slipped two fingers into Lucy's cunt.
Lucy couldn't control the wild heat that shook her body. She gobbled her sister's flesh like she was sweet candy. It was what she'd always wanted to do. She'd wanted to suck on Louise's big titties just like the boys did.
Lucy had never gotten this hot before. She could feel herself trembling and her insides felt like jelly. She didn't protest as Louise poked one hard nipple and then the other into her mouth.
"You're sweet, Sister," Louise said. "You're really nice."
Louise bent over her sister and Lucy felt her lips touch at her tits. Lucy moaned.
"I'm so hot," Louise said. "I sucked Billy off but he didn't do anything for me. I wanted him to eat my pussy. Would you like to eat my pussy?"
Lucy didn't answer. She could feel her heart pounding as Louise pulled her tits away from Lucy's face. Slowly Louise raised herself upward, letting Lucy kiss the flat of her stomach and her navel and then the top of her pubic mound.
"I want you to take my pussy," Louise said. "I want you to eat me all up. Haven't you always wanted to? Haven't you wanted to put your tongue in my pussy?"
Things had never gone this far before. Lucy knew she should stop her sister. She had the feeling that, even in her passion, Louise was laughing, mocking her. Yet, Lucy couldn't bring herself to stop it.
The truth was that she wanted to eat her sister. She'd thought about it often enough. Just as she'd thought about sucking her big tits and feeling her ass.
She'd thought about putting her face into the sweet junction of her sister's thighs and the thought had always made Lucy feel ashamed. But she couldn't stop herself this time.
"Suck my pussy," Louise said.
Now Louise was sitting straight up in the bed. Her wet, hot pussy was poised just inches above Lucy's lips. Lucy tasted the tangy juices on her cunt hairs and then her face was smothered by Louise's hot box. v
"Goddamn," Louise said softly. "Goddamn, that's fine. I should have made you do this years ago."
Louise began to bounce up and down on Lucy's face. It seemed like Lucy couldn't get enough. Damn, but she'd been excited. She pushed her tongue deep into Louise's cunt and she ate her sister's pussy until Louise screamed.
Now, sitting on the chair in the house that had belonged to her sister, Lucy could feel herself getting hot thinking about it. She slipped off her shoes and began running her fingers up her nylon-clad legs.
"No," she moaned softly, "don't let it happen this time. Don't let it."
But she could feel the spot between her legs getting hot and wet as she thought about the feelings her sister's mouth and tongue had given her, as she thought about the taste of her sister's pussy, as she thought about the texture of her sweet skin.
"Oh God," she said.
Her skirt had slipped up above her thighs and now she hunched down lower in the chair and peeled her nylons off her slender legs. Her mouth was opened and she licked her lips hotly. She slipped her hand inside her panties and found her cunt already wet.
"Oh," she groaned. "Oh."
She could stand it no longer. She quickly got out and went into the bathroom. She stripped all her clothes off and stood before the bathroom mirror. Her tits were still firm even if they were kind of small.
She pinched her nipples and watched them become hard and red. She turned on the water and let it run hotly until the tub was filled. She slipped into it and felt the hot water caress her body. It wasn't as nice as Louise, but it was something.
She moaned as she parted her legs and pushed two fingers into her cunt. She gasped as she felt her pussy getting wetter from the movement of her fingers.
She rubbed her titties with her free hand as she massaged herself. In a moment she found her clit and she shivered. She rubbed it briskly for a few moments until she felt the fires growing within her.
She was so hot. So fucking hot. She wanted Louise. She wanted to feel Louise again. She wanted to taste her hot box. She wanted to be ordered to do things like Louise had always commanded her.
"Eat my cunt," she could hear Louise saying. "Eat it, Lucy. Eat my fucking cunt and do a good job. Do a job on me. God, Lucy your tongue feels so nice. Maybe I should make you suck a boy. Suck his cock. Maybe I should."
Lucy was squirming as she thought about all the nasty things Louise had said. She could feel her cunt tensing against her fingers, and she slowed down. It was too late. The tingles went up her back and she had to bite her hp to keep from crying out loudly.
"Oh God," she groaned. "Oh God, why am I doing this to myself? God, I want Louissse!"
Lucy remained in the tub for a long time before she had the strength to move again.
* * *
Honey was tired. Her aunt had really worked her that afternoon. Honey was beginning to wonder about her aunt. There seemed to be something wrong with her. Honey couldn't understand what it was but there was definitely something troubling her. Perhaps it was because Honey looked so much like her mother. Her aunt had kept mentioning that all afternoon. Sometimes Lucy had looked sad when she'd said it. Honey thought that her mother and her aunt must have been very close.
"What time's your father coming in?" Lucy asked.
"I don't know," Honey answered. "Sometimes I have to go and look for him."
"Well maybe you'd better do that," Lucy said.
Honey got her sweater because it felt like it was going to be a cool evening and it would take her a while before she could get back.
She walked first to the big pasture. It was a tiring walk and she found the truck but not her father. The truck cab reeked of booze.
She had a feeling she knew where he was. She walked down the path that led to the creek and she found him before she had gone a dozen steps. He had not done anything that day. He was sprawled in a drunken slumber near the edge of the creek. There was a beer bottle in one hand.
"Oh Daddy," she said.
She reached down to wake him and suddenly his arms were around her and he was nuzzling her throat.
"Nice," he said. "You smell nice."
Honey felt her heart begin to pound. Not again. It couldn't be happening again. But she felt her father's hands traveling down her back to touch her ass. His hands clutched fiercely at her firm asscheeks.
"Stop," she moaned, but her heart wasn't in stopping him.
Her father had so little left that it didn't seem right to deny him what other men could get. And other men could get Honey. Her Uncle Matt. The preacher. Jason. The young boy that afternoon. Other men could have her, and they didn't need her half as badly as her father did.
"Poor baby," she said, stroking his hair. "Poor, poor baby."
She pulled him to her titties and she felt his open mouth touching her skin just above her dress. She reached behind her back and undid her blouse. It came off easily and her titties were naked to his searching fingers.
"Suck them," she urged him gently. "Suck your little girl's titties, Daddy."
His mouth closed over one nipple and she closed her eyes in pure delight. It felt so good. His lips massaged her and his tongue seemed to be on fire. She felt her nipples grow hard and her breath quickened.
"Oh Daddy," she groaned. "You're turning me on. You're getting your little daughter so hot. Oh Daddy, I love it when a man sucks my tits."
She pushed him away and quickly skimmed out of her jeans and panties. She helped him to undress until she had his lean, hard, muscular body naked underneath her hands. She touched him all over, feeling excited each time her fingertips raked his skin.
She dropped her hand between his legs and felt his half-hard prick.
"Ummm," she said. "It needs a little encouragement."
She brushed her hair back and dropped her face to his crotch. She sucked his prick into her mouth and used her tongue on it. He groaned as his prick became completely hard hi her mouth.
"Ummm," she said. "Now let your little girl ride, Daddy. Let me ride."
She straddled him and lowered herself slowly onto his thick pole. He felt so good going into her hot cunt. She ground herself against him, pulling all of his cock into her.
"I love your cock," she groaned. "I love your cock. Suck my titties some more."
She leaned over him and pushed her tit at his open mouth. He took her flesh in like a baby sucking candy. She pushed again and he gobbled even more of her tender flesh.
"Daddy!" she cried. "I like that! Oh yes, Daddy, it feels so good!"
She started milking his cock, slowly going up and down on the thick length of him and loving the way his thick cock-head stretched her cuntal muscles.
She began to bounce faster and she had to pull her tit from his mouth.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Daddy, I love it!"
Harder and harder she bounced on him, her titties heaving, her blonde hair flying in the cool breeze, her lips parted slightly as soft sobs broke from her throat.
She rode him as long as she could and then she felt him pushing her off him. She started to protest but then she felt him crawling between her thighs.
He wanted to be on top. He plunged his cock into her savagely.
"Got to fuck you," he groaned. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Got to fuck your pussy."
"Yes, Daddy!" she cried. "Yes, fuck me! Put your big cock in me. Fill me!"
She clutched his buttocks in her small hands as he began to fuck her with furious, deep strokes. She'd never been fucked so violently before and she loved every minute. She scratched at his broad shoulders as she took his cock as deeply into her pussy as she could manage.
"I'm coming," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to FUCKING COMMME!"
"Yes, Daddy!" she screamed. "God, what a big cock you've got! DADDYYYYYYY!"
She came with him, their bodies locked together in slick sweat. God, how good it felt! She'd needed it. She hadn't realized how badly she'd needed it. Her aunt had made her more nervous than she realized.
Quickly she got up and dressed her father before he sobered up enough to know what had happened. She helped get him to his feet while she was dressing.
She didn't feel as tired as she helped him back to the truck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Matt Bales hadn't expected anyone like Lucy when he'd telegramed for help. He had hoped that Louise's sister would be a little more like Louise.
There was nothing of Louise about the redhead who stood in the sandy yard. She was taller than Louise, and her tits were smaller. Her face was proud and flushed red.
Still, there was something about her. Something that made him feel like replacing that stuffy look with a moan of passion. Something that made his cock get a little stiff.
"I expected to see you at the bus station," Lucy said.
"I got there," he said.
"You didn't get there on time," she said, "and I hate to wait for anyone."
She was a proper bitch, all right. Matt bit back a comment about putting it up her pretty ass. He didn't want her mad enough to leave before she'd even got settled in.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I didn't realize what the time was."
He saw her face change. Before she had been defensive but now she smiled at him. The kind of smile a teacher would give to a wayward student.
It made him angry as hell but he didn't dare do anything about it. He had to take such things for Tom's sake. If this woman could help Tom then it would be worth taking her insulting manner.
"That's all right," she said. "But we do have some things to talk about. This place is a mess. Tom has been letting it get run down."
"I know it," Matt said. "He's been drinking and things have gradually gotten worse. There's nothing I can do to change him. That's why I asked you for help."
"Well," she said, "I suppose I can try, but I dislike a man who drinks."
He wanted to knock that silly, stuffy smile off her face. We was sorely tempted. He wondered what she would do if he slapped her silly and then fucked the shit out of her. He wondered what her cunt was like.
He had to start thinking about other things. He was getting too turned on.
"Where's Tom now?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "I'm not sure where he is. He's been gone all day. I sent Honey to look for him. I hope he's not in some bar someplace."
"I wouldn't worry," Matt said. "He usually does his drinking alone."
She offered him a cup of coffee and he accepted. He watched her walk into the house. For such a stuffy woman, she did have a nice wiggle in her walk. A very nice wiggle. He wondered how it would feel to get a handful of her hot ass.
He sat across from her at the kitchen table and drank his coffee. She made rotten coffee. At least she was like Louise in that way. Louise had made rotten coffee.
"How come you're not married?" he asked.
"That's a personal question," she said. "I don't like personal questions."
"What do you like?" he asked.
She gave him a look that was intended to make his blood run cold. Instead it only aroused him more. He wanted to know how it would feel to have her screaming for joy.
"Louise didn't talk much about you," he said. "Not much at all. You weren't very much alike, were you.
"If you knew Louise, well, then you know we were nothing alike," she said.
He lost control of himself. He knew he shouldn't but everything about her turned him on. He wanted to kiss the passion into her face. He knew it was going to have to be rape. She would never consent. He was going to have to force her.
It was taking a big chance. She might know something about fighting and she could hurt him badly, or she could go to the police and have him arrested. There were any number of possibilities, but all he could think about was getting into her sweet cunt.
"You're a goddamn sexy woman," he said.
She was startled. She'd never been talked to that way before. No man had ever called her sexy. That was always reserved for her sister.
She told herself that she didn't like his tone of voice. There was something scary about it. And his eyes! His eyes had suddenly started getting hot.
"You shouldn't talk to me that way," she said.
"Why not?" he asked. "I think you're sexy and I want to fuck you."
She was shocked. She put her hands on the table and pushed her chair back. She was disgusted with this man. She was going right upstairs and pack her bags and leave. She wouldn't be insulted.
He reached her before she could get out of the kitchen. He put his arms around her neck and pressed her against the wall. She'd never been so close to a man before.
"Leave me alone," she commanded him. "Leave me alone."
Matt was as aroused as he'd ever been. He could sense the strong fear in her, and he could sense something else. Something that was restrained, unable to bust loose. Maybe she was as hot as her sister but she'd never been given a real chance.
He kissed her. She had an expensive perfume on and it made him feel even hotter. He tried to get her to open her mouth but she wouldn't.
He grasped her chin with his hand and pulled her head up. He knew his eyes were ugly as he looked down at her.
"Now, sugar," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to have some of your sweet ass. If you fight I'm going to hurt you. I really am. Don't fight."
He kissed her again and this time her mouth opened. He pushed his tongue deep in her throat and touched hers. He wiggled his tongue around the inside of her mouth. He stroked her thick red hair, her cheeks and then her shoulders.
He felt her stiffen when his hand touched her tit.
"Don't fight me," he said. "Just relax. Getting fucked hasn't killed a woman yet."
He ran his hand over the soft mounds. She was small but she felt good. He could hardly wait until he could get his mouth on them. There was nothing going to stop him from getting a little of her sweet pussy, now.
He unbuttoned her blouse down the front and lifted her tits out of her small bra. He bent his head and tasted her flesh. He was surprised when he heard her moan softly. She had been sucked before. This wasn't the first time.
"Are you ready to go upstairs now?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted.
He took her arm and walked her upstairs. He went into her bedroom and sat down in the chair. He wanted to watch her take off her clothes. He wanted to watch her proud face change when she realized she was taking her clothes off for a man.
"All right," he said. "Strip it off. I want to see everything."
She closed her eyes and her face had a distant expression as she began undressing herself. Her clothes had hid her body. She had a slim figure, but her tits were nice and her ass was well shaped. She had a thick bush between her legs.
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Please," she said. "Be gentle with me. I've never had a man before."
"Don't tell me that," he said. "Your tits have been sucked before."
"Yes," she said, swaying before him. "Louise. It was Louise who sucked me."
"My God," Matt said softly. His head was suddenly filled with mental pictures of the two women together". It was almost more than he could take.
"Come here," he said. ':'I want to feel your cunt." She came close to him and he pushed his hand between her legs. She felt wet there. He slipped a finger through her thick pussy hairs and explored her cunt entrance. She moaned softly as his finger went into her cunt.
"You like that don't you?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said. "Oh yes."
"You're going to like my cock a lot better. You're going to love my cock."
"Yes," she agreed.
He took his fingers from between her legs. He reached behind her and clutched her ass. He pulled her against him so that his lips could suck on her titties. He sucked one firm titty and then the other between his lips.
She groaned and started moving against him. Frantic little cries came from her mouth. He dropped his lips lower, kissing the soft white flesh under her titties.
"Ooooh," she groaned.
He went lower, finding her navel with his tongue. He could smell her sweet cunt perfume and he could wait no longer. He helped to position her and he pushed his face into her warm cunt. She screamed as he began licking at her flesh.
She was a hot bitch. She went crazy. Her hips jerked and she clutched at his hair as he ate her. He pushed his tongue into her virgin cuntlips as deeply as he could. He tasted her tangy juices and she really tasted sweet.
He wondered if she really, was a virgin. He wondered how many times Louise had done this. How many times had Louise buried her tongue in her sister's sweet nookie? Damn, but Louise would do it with anybody.
"Oooooh," Lucy groaned, "it's been so long. It's been too long."
He knew she was going to come that way. And he was willing. He gobbled her delicious flesh until she started squirming like she was on fire. He then pushed his tongue into her cunt until he found her clit. He sucked her clit between his lips and massaged it with his tongue.
"You're making me come," she moaned. "Just like Louise used to make me come. You're making me feel so good. So good. I love it. I love uitttaghhhh!"
He drank her tangy juices down and he kept sucking for more. Her fingers caressed his hair and she made soft little gasping noises.
He finally had enough of eating her pussy and he gently pushed her away.
He picked her up easily and carried her to the bed. He dropped her on Her back and stepped back to undress. He liked the look on her face as he stripped off his clothes. She was afraid but she didn't take her eyes away.
He stripped down his shorts and held his prick in his hand.
"Oh," she said softly.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I've never seen one before," she said. "It's so big. I never expected it to be so big."
"It's going to make you feel good," he said.
He walked to the head of the bed and he saw her eyes grow wide as she realized what he intended to do. Still, she didn't struggle as he reached for her. He took a handful of her thick red hair and he pulled her face to his cock.
"Taste it," he said. "Taste it like your sister used to taste it. Your sister liked to suck cocks."
He pushed his cock against her lips and he was excited by the stain of white against her ripe red lips. He pushed again and his cock went inside her hot mouth.
"Use your tongue," he directed her.
He grasped the back of her head and started to direct her bobbing movements. He had never seen a woman look so afraid and yet so excited.
Her full lips moved up and down the length of his thick rod. She coated his cock with her saliva. It felt good. He began to thrust faster as his excitement grew.
"Baby," he groaned. "Baby, suck me."
He grabbed her titties and squeezed hard. He could feel his balls boiling up and he knew he was going to fill her mouth with his-cum.
"Shit, baby," he said. "Oh Jesus, I'm coming. Jesus, it feels good. So fucking good. Christ, here I commme!"
She pulled her mouth away as the first squirt filled her throat. The rest of his hot cum spurted out onto her face and shoulders. She put her lips back against his cock-head and licked the rest of his cum away.
She looked at him for approval.
"That's my first time," she said.
"You were fantastic," he said. "But now let's spread your legs. I'm going to give you that good fucking I promised."
"Can you do it so soon?" she questioned.
"Just give me a minute," he said. "And I'll plow up your cunt."
He got on the bed beside her. He took her hand and put it on his rod and showed her how to move her fingers up and down. She felt her hands get sticky from her saliva and his cum. She leaned back and closed her eyes as she felt his cock growing in her hands.
"Oh," she said suddenly. "It's already big again."
"Sure is," he said, smiling. "And now you're going to get my big prick right up your twat. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, baby. I'm going to make you scream louder than you've ever screamed. Get ready, sugar. Get ready for my cock."
He knew his words turned her on. He got between her legs and placed his cock carefully at her cunt entrance. He pushed and he felt her tense up.
"Relax," he told her. "I'm going to try not to hurt you at all, but sometimes a virgin has a little pain."
He was surprised as hell because suddenly her hands clutched his ass and she pulled at him fiercely. His cock slammed into her hymen and broke savagely through it.
She didn't seem to feel any pain. She was biting her lips and her hips thrust back at him.
"Put it in me," she begged him. "Put that big cock in my pussy. Pit it in me right now. God, give it to me. I've needed one so long. I need it."
He didn't argue. He slammed his cock into her again and he felt it go deep into her tight pussy. And Jesus, was she tight. His thick cock filled her cunt completely. He turned his head and he could see their two bodies in the bedroom mirror.
He withdrew his prick and he could see it coated with her virgin blood and cunt juices.
"Don't stop," she begged him. "Please don't stop!"
He drove it into her again and this time he couldn't stop.
He had never fucked a woman who turned him on as much as Lucy did. Even Louise, who had loved sex, wasn't this passionate. There was just something about Lucy.
Maybe it was because she had been a virgin too long, and her fires had been quenched too long.
Now she wasn't the proud, stuffy bitch with that smug smile. She'd changed in just a few minutes. He had wiped that smugness out of her life and had replaced it with soft cries of passion, just as he'd wanted to do.
Right now she was as wild and as abandoned as any woman he'd ever known.
As he rammed her cunt he couldn't believe how tight-fitting she was. Her inner cunt muscles seemed like tiny, grasping fingers massaging the entire length of his cock. He could feel the pressure of her tight muscles each time he entered.
"I love it," he gasped. "God, you've got a fucking fine pussy. A fucking fine pussy!"
He pulled his cock from her cunt and she protested loudly.
"It's all right, baby," he said. "I'm just going to let you change your position."
He positioned her on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. He stood near the bed and guided his thick cock-head to her pussy. She was looking pensively over her shoulder as he once again slammed the length of his cock into her hungry cunt.
"Ooooooh," she said. "You're in so deep. It feels so good. That feels so deep! I love ittttt! I love it so deep!"
He began fucking her savagely. His balls slapped loudly against her each time he thrust. She was just as hot as he was. Her hips moved in response to each stroke.
He felt her hot pussy juices flooding his cock. Quickly he jerked his cock from her cunt. He made her turn around so that she was on her back again. His cock dripped on her thighs and flat belly before he got between her legs.
He slammed into her hard. Immediately he felt his cock start to tingle. He felt something like liquid fire coming up from his heavy balls.
"I'm coming!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'm going to give you my hot cum! I'm going to give you every drop!"
He felt like a gallon of cum spurted from the end of his cock. He filled her cunt completely. He moaned softly as he fell away from her. He heard a door slam downstairs and he felt Lucy tense.
"Oh my God," Lucy said. "They're back."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Honey was shocked by what she saw as she brough her father up to his bed. Matt and Lucy were hurriedly trying to dress but they hadn't been fast enough.
Matt had his pants on but Lucy was naked from the waist up. Honey felt her eyes drawn to her aunt's creamy titties. They looked kissable.
"Have you both been having fun?" she asked. "Yeah," Matt said, grinning. "I thought it was nice."
He went to her and helped her with her father. Together they carried him into the bedroom and put him into bed. Matt knelt down and took off Tom's shoes.
"Poor guy," Matt said. "It looks like he's never going to get over Louise dying."
"No," Honey agreed, "it doesn't."
Her aunt was dressed in skirt and blouse by the time Honey and Matt got back to the room. Honey was a little bit disappointed. She'd wanted to see more of her aunt.
"He's sleeping," Honey told her aunt.
Lucy was still blushing. She'd panicked when she'd heard the door slam. She hadn't been fast enough to hide herself. Matt hadn't been much help.
He acted like he thought the entire thing was funny.
"I don't know what you're thinking," Lucy said, trying to make her voice sound hard, "but what you say about what happened will make a lot of difference to me."
"You mean you're worried about my spreading the word that you put out?" Honey said.
Lucy winced. Honey sounded exactly like Louise when she talked like that. In fact, there was a lot of Louise in Honey. Lucy wondered just how much. She wondered if those big titties were real, or if maybe Honey put a little stuffing in there.
"I don't want you telling anyone what you saw," Lucy said.
"Why not?" Honey said. "If I do, you might get some more boyfriends out here. Wouldn't you like to have a few guys coming around? A few more hard cocks?"
"You shouldn't talk like that," Lucy said, blushing.
"How do you want me to talk, Aunt Lucy?" Honey questioned.
Honey sensed something different about her aunt. Matt had taken some of the stuffiness out of her. She was no longer so confident, so sure of herself. Honey felt a strange feeling of strength and excitement go through her body. It was the same way she'd felt when she'd conquered Jason.
Honey moved closer to her Aunt Lucy. She felt her aunt get suddenly tense. Her face was flushed and her lower lip trembled. Honey stroked her aunt's shoulder.
"Did you like his cock?" Honey asked.
"Honey, please," Lucy said.
"I know you did," Honey said, "I know you loved it. I know you begged him for it! And it felt so good when he pushed his big cock into you and when you tasted it. And when you felt it squirting into you. It made you so hot."
Honey's aunt blushed a fierce red. Lucy turned away but Honey would not let her escape. Honey pressed herself close to her aunt and pushed until they were standing near the bed. Honey whispered into her aunt's ear.
"Tell me how it was, Aunt Lucy," Honey said. "Did you scream while he fucked you? Did you fondle his big balls? Did you shout dirty things at him?"
"Stop it," Lucy commanded.
Honey almost stopped but then she looked into her aunt's eyes and saw the softness there. Lucy was frightened and she hadn't the strength to cause Honey any trouble.
"I think you'd better leave," Lucy said.
"Uh-uh," Honey said. "Not yet."
"Please go," Lucy begged.
"What's the matter, Auntie?" Honey asked, licking her full ripe lips. "Are you getting nervous? Am I making you nervous? Or maybe I'm making you hot."
Honey knew she'd hit the spot. Lucy sank down on the edge of her bed and buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Honey felt no sympathy. She only felt a tingling excitement and she remembered how pushy her aunt had been all day long.
She was going to make Aunt Lucy pay a price for all that hard work.
"It's all right," Honey said, snuggling up to her aunt on the edge of the bed, "it's all right. I understand. You get so hot, don't you? So hot. It almost makes you feel sick inside."
Honey put her arm around her aunt's shoulders and tugged her firm body against her. She slipped her hand up Lucy's side and stopped when she touched one ripe globe. She ran her fingers softly over the braless titty.
"Nice," Honey said, "no wonder Uncle Matt likes you. You feel so nice and firm."
"Don't do that," Lucy said.
Honey looked up at her uncle. He was rubbing his crotch and Honey could already notice a growing bulge between his legs. Her Uncle Matt was getting turned on. He gave her a lewd, knowing wink.
"Look at poor Uncle," Honey said, "he likes watching me do this. He's getting all turned on. Maybe we should give him a show."
Honey had never even thought about doing anything like this before, but now she couldn't help herself. There was something really exciting about playing with her aunt in front of her uncle.
Honey slipped her hand inside Lucy's blouse and touched the bare, hot flesh. She cupped Lucy's tit in her hand and then ran her thumb over the nipple. She felt the nipple become hard.
"No," Lucy gasped, "no, please."
But Lucy wasn't moving away. Lucy was moving closer and pushing her tit hard into Honey's gently caressing hand. Honey felt her aunt's thigh pushing against her own. She moved closer and kissed her aunt on the lips.
"My God," she heard Matt gasp.
Quickly Honey undid the buttons of her aunt's blouse. She pulled it apart to reveal the two small, proud globes with the large erect nipples.
"Oh Honey," Lucy sighed softly.
Honey pushed her aunt back on the. bed and bent her head over the luscious-looking globes. For the first time she really looked at another woman's titties and she found herself more excited than she would have ever imagined.
She licked at one big brown nipple and felt Lucy tense up. Lucy tried to move away but she didn't try very hard. Honey opened her mouth and sucked her aunt's creamy flesh between her lips. She made loud noises as she gobbled her aunt's flesh. She felt the tension drain out of Lucy and her hips began moving back and forth.
"I've never seen anything like this," Matt moaned. "Never in my life."
Honey raised her head and looked at her uncle. A teasing smile touched her lips.
"Why, Uncle," she said, "you're all hot and bothered. Would you like to join us?"
"Fuck yes!" he said savagely.
Honey kept her eyes on his lust-bloated face as she stood up from the bed. She swayed gently, her red lips pursed. She began to slowly take off her clothes.
She knew she'd filled out since the last time her uncle had looked at her, but there were other changes in her also. The way she moved and the knowing look in her eyes.
She'd grown up a lot.
"Do you like me?" she asked him, stepping out of her panties.
She stood naked before him and his eyes took in the delicious beauty of her body. She was magnificent. He could feel his prick growing as he ogled her. His trousers grew painfully tight.
"Gawd," he said huskily, "you're gorgeous, Honey!"
He crossed the room in two strides and jerked her against him. His hands went all over her body as if he had been starved for her. His lips pressed against hers savagely and he pushed his full, hot tongue into her mouth.
Dropping his hands to her full asscheeks he jerked her against him. He squeezed her roughly until she could feel a hot wetness between her legs.
"Ummm," she said. "You're getting me hot, Matt!"
Her stomach quivered with a hot excitement. He pushed her back on the bed again as he hurriedly undressed. She opened her legs slightly so that he was looking into the pink lips of her blonde pussy. She put her hand between her aunt's thighs, forcing her aunt to open wider also.
She searched with her finger until she found the hot opening of her aunt's cunt.
She felt her aunt's body jerk as she pushed two of her fingers deep into her aunt's cunt. Matt's eyes grew hotter than Honey had ever seen them. He worked feverishly at his clothes, dropping them on the floor when he got out of them.
Honey was glad he was such a hard-working man and that there was no fat on him. She kept her fingers in her aunt's cunt but she touched his hard prick with her free hand. She wrapped her fingers around his stiff pole and moved her hand up and down until a drop of cum appeared on the end.
She bent forward so that she could lick the cum away. She tasted his strong, salty flavor and it excited her. She'd meant only to kiss his cock but she couldn't help herself. She opened her mouth and hungrily sucked in the length of his thick shaft.
She felt his excited cock-head pulsating against the back of her throat and she felt his heavy sperm-filled balls resting against her chin. She moved her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, loving the rubbery taste filling her throat.
"Gawd, Honey," he groaned. "Gawd, that's fine, but slow down or I'll go too fast."
She didn't want him coming too fast. She raised her head and gave him one last quick lick on his bloated cock-head.
"Ummmmm," Honey said. "What a nice thing to have."
He sank down between them, and having both their exciting bodies touching him was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. He turned his head to suck one of Honey's large quivering titties and then he turned to suck Lucy's.
He ran his big hands over both their bodies and they didn't protest. His hands went anywhere he desired them to go and he explored every inch of both their delicious bodies.
In amazement, he watched Honey and Lucy bending over his cock. He fondled their titties as both their mouths came into contact with the head of his prick. He felt Lucy's hand touching his balls and Honey's soft fingers running up and down his excited cock.
Honey played his cock like a musical instrument. He looked down and he could see the tops of their heads working on his stiff flesh. He could see the bobbing motions as the redhead and the blonde worked on him.
He felt their soft, butterfly kisses on the head of his cock and then he felt himself being sucked up into the hot lips of Lucy.
He felt as if he could come right then but almost immediately Lucy released him and Honey's mouth engulfed his cock. Lucy licked at his balls as Honey's ripe red lips and slender darting tongue took him to the dangerous edge.
"Oh Gawd, Honey, Lucy," he groaned. "I'm getting close. I'm getting so fucking close!"
Honey could sense his excitement and she quickly pulled away. It was a shame. She was enjoying the sharing of sucking his cock with her aunt. It was exciting. She could feel her hot cunt burning, but she wasn't ready for him to come yet. Not yet.
Honey leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide. For a moment she played with herself, letting her fingers caress her aching cuntlips and spreading herself so that Matt and Lucy could see into her cunt.
"Ummm, Auntie," Honey groaned. "Come over here. I'm so hot. I need your tongue in my pussy."
Lucy hesitated only a moment before she brushed her thick red hair back from her face and lowered her face to Honey's thighs. Her tongue brushed lightly across Honey's golden thighs and left Honey shivering with excitement.
"Eat me," Honey urged. "Eat my pussy!"
Honey's fingers tangled in Lucy's hair and she pulled her aunt closer. She felt Lucy's tongue wiggling between her puffy cunt-lips and slowly slipping into her hot box. Honey raised herself up so that Lucy could grasp her asscheeks. Then Lucy's tongue began darting in and out of Honey's pussy.
"Oh," Honey groaned. "Oh, oh, oh, that is sooo nice!"
She raised her head and grinned at her Uncle Matt. His prick was ramrod straight and he was getting into position behind Lucy's ass. Honey watched him pull apart the snowy globes of Lucy's quivering ass and Honey knew what he was planning on doing. (
"Yes," Honey urged him. "Fuck her ass, Uncle Matt. Fuck her right in her big hot ass. Fuck her ass while she eats my pussy!"
Honey felt Lucy stiffen in fright and try to pull away, but Honey held her head in her strong fingers and ground her pussy even tighter against Lucy's face.
Matt was in position and he placed his thick cock-head right against Lucy's asshole. He could sense Lucy trying to struggle free but he was so damned excited. He pushed hard and her tight virgin ass gave way to his cock.
Lucy jumped as he pushed his prick into her. She was so tight. So fucking tight. He shoved again and his prick went in all the way until his balls rested at her asscheeks.
"Oh goodness!" Honey screamed as Lucy seemed suddenly intent on devouring her pussy. Lucy was using her tongue and lips almost frantically as if she would never get enough of tasting Honey.
Honey leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She no longer had to hold onto Lucy so tightly and now her fingers simply stroked Lucy's hair and soft cheeks. Honey could hear the steady slapping of Matt's cock against Lucy's ass.
In a few moments Lucy had established the same rhythm with her fucking tongue that Matt used to fuck her in the ass.
"Oh Jesus," Honey moaned. "Oh, I'm feeling so high! Aghhh, aghhh, ohagggghhhh, suck my juices, Lucy. Swallow them! OhAGHHHHHH!"
She flooded her aunt's mouth with her tangy juices and she could hear her aunt swallowing quickly to keep from choking. Honey ground herself against her aunt until the trembling in her body stopped.
She felt her uncle's thrusts getting faster and Honey had the sudden desire to feel Matt's jism striking her skin. She pushed her aunt away. Matt's prick slipped out of Lucy's ass and Honey grabbed his throbbing rod before he could slam it back in.
"What are you doing to me, Honey?" he asked, groaning. "I've got to come."
"I want you to, Uncle," she said. "I want you to come all over me and Lucy. I want to feel and taste your cum."
She pulled herself up to her knees and Lucy followed. She kept her fingers massaging his throbbing cock as she kissed Lucy's sweet-tasting lips.
"Aghhhhhhhh, Honey," Matt cried, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come right in your face! In your fucking face! Aghhhh Honeyyyy!"
His cum erupted out of the end of his cock and splashed into Honey's face. He had a gallon of the stuff and his wet, sticky fluid went into their hair and faces and dripped to their tits.
"Gawd," Matt said softly.
Honey pulled her aunt and uncle close to her, feeling Lucy's sticky cheek touch her own. She shut her eyes with a satisfied smile.
* * *
Honey awakened as she heard her Uncle Matt driving out of the yard. She pushed her aunt's arm off her stomach and slipped out of bed. Her aunt was in deep sleep and Honey gave her a wistful smile. It had been fun, but it hadn't helped. Honey still had the empty ache inside.
She still had that same craving for a man, a real man. A man who would take complete control.
She'd hoped her Uncle Matt might be a man like that, but he had seemed to like letting Honey take charge. He had performed well but he still wasn't what Honey was looking for.
"Maybe I'll never find him," Honey said sadly.
She reached for her clothes when she suddenly found herself looking into the eyes of her father. He was leaning against the doorway to the room.
At first she thought he was still drunk and she would have to take him back to his room. Then she realized that he didn't have any stagger in his stance and his face didn't have that empty look she'd grown used to.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked.
She realized that he didn't sound angry. Instead his voice held a note of interest. It was the first time he had sounded interested in anything in a long while.
"I," Honey stammered, "I...."
"Don't give me that dumb look," he said, "I know exactly what's been going on."
Honey felt suddenly ashamed to be standing there naked in front of him. She reached for her dress but his warning look held her still.
"Don't dress," he said. "Stay naked. I want to look at you naked. I should have realized you'd be like your mother. Was that your Uncle Matt I heard leaving?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Did he fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted.
"He never could keep his pecker where it belonged," Tom said. "He used to hump your mother every time he thought my back was turned!"
Honey was both frightened and excited by the different look in her father's face. He didn't look angry. He only looked faintly amused. As if he had found out something he expected all along.
"Just like your mother," he said, "I should have realized it, but I just never looked hard enough. The same titties. Same big fucking jugs she had. And the same ass. And I guess you have the same hungry pussy."
She couldn't answer him. She heard Lucy stir. Honey heard her aunt's frightened gasp as she came completely awake. Honey could hear her grabbing for covers to cover herself up with.
"Don't bother, Lucy," he said. "I'll get around to you soon enough."
"You're crazy," Lucy said. "If you think you have some kind of hold on me because-"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Tom thundered.
Lucy shut up quickly. There was no use protesting against his commanding, angry tone. Honey felt her knees go weak. She'd never seen her father like this.
"I will be damned," Tom said softly, "you sure do have everything in exactly the right places. Just like your momma. She sure had a hot itch. She needed a firm hand to keep her in line. I think you need the same."
Honey's eyes widened as she watched her father reaching for the buckle of his belt. He pulled it off and doubled it up. He slapped it hard against his palm. It was a big, heavy belt and it left a bright-red mark.
"Oh, Poppa," she said softly. "What are you planning to do?"
"You need a guiding hand," he said. "I found that out about your mother when I walked in one day and found her sucking off one of our delivery men. She had his cock in her throat and cum all over her cheeks from where she'd already sucked him. I had to use the belt that day and every other time I found her like that."
"Poppa," Honey said.
"I didn't mind her sucking cocks," Tom explained, "sometimes I'd make her suck other men. I'd make her suck until her jaws were tired and then I'd make her suck some more. But sometimes she forgot who was boss and I had to teach her a lesson."
Honey was frightened. She tried to dodge past him but he grabbed her shoulder and jerked her backward. She almost went down. She jerked away from him and backed against the bed.
"Help me," Honey begged her Aunt Lucy.
"She'd better not," he warned. "If she gets up I'll knock her on her pretty ass."
Honey glanced at her aunt's white face and knew her father was right. Lucy was too scared to be any help. Her aunt would remain right where she was no matter what happened. Honey couldn't blame her too much.
"Don't hurt me," Honey begged her father.
"You need a good lesson," he said.
His eyes were cold and hard.
She tried to get by him again. This time he grabbed her arm and turned her around. He twisted her arm up behind her and she heard the whistling belt.
"Ooooooh!" Honey cried-as she felt the belt sting her bare ass. "Oh stop that!"
The belt struck her again and she got as mad as she'd gotten with Jason. He was not going to treat her this way. She twisted out of his strong grasp and faced him angrily.
"Don't fight," he said.
She went for his face but this time she never made it. He stepped easily out of her way and pushed her back. She felt the belt stinging her legs.
"No, Poppa!" she screamed. "Don't!"
She clawed and tried to bite but he was too strong for her. He laughed as he slapped away her futile attempts to hurt him. She was sobbing in hurt and anger.
"Stop it, goddamn it," he said.
This time she did get one fingernail in his cheek and she drew blood. It was a mistake. She couldn't dodge his balled-up fist. She felt his thick fist slam into her stomach and she bent double from the sharp pain.
"I warned you not to fight," he said.
He twisted her around and knocked her face down on the bed. Then he began to beat her. It hurt. It hurt like hell. She sobbed and begged and cursed but he kept beating her.
"Please don't!" she cried. "Please don't hit me any more!"
She hurt all over. She waited for the next blow but it never came. Instead his hand softly stroked her hair.
"That's better," he said soothingly. "I don't think I'll have to hurt you any more. You've leaned that I'm the boss."
"Yes," she said quickly. "You're the boss. You are!"
Something happened to her as soon as she spoke the words. She felt weak and trembly, and hotter than she had felt even with Jason. She had never felt as completely helpless and it was a good feeling.
His fingers tightened against the back of her head and he pulled her toward his crotch. Honey shivered as her lips came into contact with the hard bulge between his legs.
"Kiss it," he commanded, "kiss it like your mother used to kiss it."
Honey didn't mind. In fact, she wanted to. The only thing she did mind was ail the material covering his cock. She kissed the length of his cock through his trousers and she felt it throbbing excitedly to the touch of her lips. Her heart hammered as if she'd never touched his cock before.
"I'm going to shove my meat in your mouth," he said.
"Yes," she said, nodding, "I want you to."
"Just like your mother," he said. "I bet you love the taste of cum in your throat. Take it out. Take your new toy out."
"Yes," Honey said meekly.
She deftly unzipped his trousers and reached inside. She fumbled in his shorts until she found his rigid, trembling prick. She wrapped her fingers around the stem and tugged his cock out of his trousers. I
"Ummm," she said. "That's so nice."
She bent her head over his hard prick. His big cockhead looked so inciting she couldn't help kissing the tip. She tasted a little of his lubricating fluid. She pushed her tongue at the tip, trying to suck out more of his salty fluid.
"Suck it, Honey," he groaned, "suck my prick into your mouth. Take the whole damn thing. Take every bit of it. I want your mouth on my balk."
He didn't give her much time to get ready. He pulled her hard against his swollen cock-head and she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. His rubbery cock-head slipped between her lips.
"God," he groaned.
His hips thrust the entire length of his rod deep into her throat. She choked on his immense size and on the roughness of his entry. He pulled back and gave her time to catch her breath. Then he slammed his cock deep into her mouth again.
This time she was relaxed enough to take his cock without choking. She shivered as she felt his thick cock-head deep in her throat. Her throat muscles relaxed and she felt his cock-head slipping deeper until his balls really did rest on her chin.
"Shit, that's good," he groaned, "that's the way your momma could suck a cock. Right up to my balls. Damn, she was a fucking fine cocksucker."
Honey wanted to do more than her mother. She needed to do more. She opened her mouth even wider, almost painfully. She pushed her mouth down farther onto his cock. His balls touched her lips and then went into the hot lava of her mouth.
"Dear Jesus," Tom moaned.
She loved the taste of his thick, rubbery shaft so deep in her mouth. There was a hot excitement in her because she knew she was doing more than her mother had done.
But it was too much trouble for a long while. She was going to have to practice. She was forced to release his balls and allow part of his shaft to escape.
"Fantastic," he groaned. "Jesus, that's fantastic. Now suck me good, Honey. Play with my balls."
She put her fingers underneath his heavy balls and lifted them gently.
"That's the way!" he yelled. "That's the way! Keep fingering me like that!"
His shaft began sliding into her wet, hot throat with rapid thrusts. She fingered his balls as he fucked her mouth. She had to do nothing but keep her mouth around his thick meat. He sobbed softly as he grew more and more excited.
"Damn, Honey!" he yelled. "This is fine! This is so fine! I'm getting there! I'm getting there! Oh damn!"
His balls slapped loudly against her chin and his fingers tightened excitedly against the back of her head. She couldn't move her head. He wouldn't have allowed that. She felt the first hot squirt of his jism filling the back of her throat.
"Christ!" he yelled. "Oh Christ, I'm coming and it feels so fuckinggooooddd!"
She swallowed quickly as his thick jism filled the back of her throat. Again and again he squirted and she swallowed every drop of his precious cum.
"Good," he said, patting her head. "So good!"
He was done but she didn't allow his cock to escape until she had cleaned every inch of it with her mouth and tongue. She loved that cock. She loved her father. He was the man she'd always been waiting for.
CHAPTER NINE
Honey stretched as her well-oiled body soaked up the very hot sun.
She adjusted her flimsy bikini top and found herself looking into the lifeguard's eyes. He looked away quickly but not before Honey had noticed the lust in his eyes.
She wondered how it would be with him. He was a nice-looking hunk. He was a blond god of the beach with his brawny muscles and his long hair. He wore a pair of trunks that could have been painted on and Honey had already seen the long bulge hanging down his leg. He had a really big one.
"Oooo," Lucy moaned. "He's a big one."
"Uh-uh," Honey said, "but you think they're all handsome, Aunt Lucy."
Aunt Lucy smiled a wistful smile. Lucy had been more than making up for her years of no fucking. For her, this vacation had been a fuck orgy. Lucy wasn't choosy. She was willing to go with almost any man.
"He's walking this way," Lucy said. "Oooh, he's so big."
"I think I'm going in," Honey said. "I'm going to wash some of this grit off."
Lucy gave her a hurt look, but Honey took no notice. Let Lucy do what she wanted.
Lucy knew what was troubling Honey but she didn't know what she could do. It was supposed to be a fun vacation but so far Honey hadn't been having much fun. She missed her father too much.
Tom was up in the city buying some new farm equipment. He'd really become a changed man after he had started fucking his daughter. He now had the farm back on a good footing.
"Hello," the guard said. "Where did your friend go?"
Lucy smiled up at the thick-muscled lifeguard. He looked kind of dumb but that didn't matter to Lucy. What mattered to her was his thick, solid muscles and the hairy chest, and mostly the growing bulge in his trunks.
"She was kind of tired," Lucy explained, "but why not sit and talk to me?"
Bill Evan smiled, He had liked the blonde better than the redhead. He would have liked to grab hold of some of her creamy titties, but he was not the type to waste any time. Here was a good-looking redhead, firm and solid the way he liked women, and it was obvious she was hungry for some real good fucking.
He had seen the look in the eyes of many bored housewives, teachers on vacation, secretaries and businesswomen, and he prided himself on knowing which type would go faster.
He marked the redhead down as very quick. He sat down beside her on the blanket and pressed one thigh close to hers.
"You're a pretty thing," he said. "I bet you'd be fantastic in bed."
He said it so simply that he gave her little time to think of a snappy answer.
"Why don't you find out?" was all she asked.
"I will," he said, smiling. "How about right now?"
"Don't you have to watch the beach or something?" she asked.
"The shift's changed," he explained. "My brother Joe's going to watch it now."
He waved to another blond young man walking along the beach. Joe was taller than his brother but his muscles were just as well developed. Except for size, they could have been twins.
"Well," she said. "Right now is fine."
Bill took her hand and helped her to gather up the beach stuff. He guided her along the beach to one of the small cabins that dotted the shoreline.
Lucy was surprised to see that the cabin looked much like her own.
Bill shut the door and ran his thick hand down her back to cup her inviting asscheeks. Lucy felt a shiver go through her as soon as he touched her.
His hand went underneath her bikini bottom and he touched her bare ass. She bent over a little so that his finger found her anus and slipped roughly inside. She winced a little from his roughness but she didn't move away.
"Like that, huh?" he questioned.
"Yes," she admitted.
He fingered her for a few minutes longer before he removed his hand from her bottom. He quickly pulled off his tight trunks and stood before her naked.
Lucy gasped as she looked down at his monstrous cock. It was only half hard and it was already bigger than any cock she'd ever seen.
"My God," she gasped.
Quickly she slipped out of her top and bottoms. Her cunt was already wet and hot just from looking at his cock. She could almost feel that thick cock slamming into her and it made her feel weak.
He pulled her into his arms so that his cock was between her legs. She rubbed her thighs against it and she felt it getting hard. It felt so big down there, as if he could tear her apart when he fucked her. She could hardly wait.
His hands pushed at her shoulders and she went down on him. Her lips touched the jism-coated end of his thick cock-head and she slipped her tongue into the hot slit.
"Sweet Jesus," he groaned, "suck it, baby. Let me give you a thick load in the mouth."
She couldn't possibly get it all into her mouth but she tried. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked the thick rod as far as she was able. His prick filled her mouth. She gobbled his prick as if he had candy on it.
"Ummm, baby," he moaned. "Keep it up."
She began to move her head back and forth on his prick, coating half his rod with her saliva. She suddenly had a hunger to taste him, to have him come in her mouth. She began to bob her head faster, loving the rubbery, salty flavor of his cum wetting her lips.
"God, baby," he groaned. "God."
She felt his tenseness as he got ready to come. Quickly she removed her mouth from his rod and held his prick just over her face. She began to move her fingers up and down the entire length of his rigid prick while she stared at the wet slit at the end.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "I'm coming! AGHHHHFUCKKKKK!"
His jism erupted thickly into her face and she closed her eyes. She felt the wet sticky fluid flooding her face. It felt so good. There was nothing so good as a man's cum striking her face.
"Goddamn," he moaned, "goddamn that was fine. Nobody has ever sucked me off that fast before. Nobody's ever gotten my prick in so deep."
"Ummm," she said. "I love that big, beautiful cock of yours. I love it. It's delicious!"
She looked up at him with hunger in her eyes. She felt his prick stiffen as she squeezed his balls gently and then bent her head back to his cock.
She ran her tongue up the top and bottom of his prick, tasting his cum and licking him clean. She did the same with his heavy balls. She felt him growing really hard before she even got him cleaned off good.
"Oh baby;" he groaned. "Baby, you have such a sweet mouth. I could fuck your mouth all day."
"I want your cock," she said.
She sucked half his cock into her throat and felt his prick stiffen to a throbbing excitement. She could feel his large cock-head pulsating against the back of her throat. She tried to suck him deeper but she just couldn't. Her mouth was filled up.
She released his cock and then rubbed her soft cheeks against his reddened tool. She let her hair play lightly across the length of it, and she felt him shiver.--
"Fantastic," he groaned. "Oh sweet Jesus, baby, that's fantastic!"
Again she looked up at him with hungry eyes.
"Please," she said. "I need your cock. Please give it to me. Give me your beautiful cock. I need it so bad!"
"Sure, baby," he groaned.
He reached down and lifted her to her feet. She swayed as he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. His hands explored her soft asscheeks.
"Ooooh," Lucy cried as she felt his hard prick brushing between her silky thighs. "I need your cock!"
She couldn't ever remember getting so hot so fast. His prick was just so hard and big. She needed his big cock. She needed it so bad. Her pussy was dripping hot juice.
She suddenly lifted herself up in his strong hands. He held her as he might have held a feather. She wrapped her shapely legs around his back and pushed her cunt snugly against his excited prick.
"Now," she groaned. "Put it in me now. Put that big cock in my hot pussy!"
His hips thrust his big staff between her quivering cuntlips. He thrust again and her cunt was deliciously filled by his cock-head. Once more he drove his thick staff into her and his cock had gone deeper than any cock before.
Then her eyes popped open wide as she realized that he was still shoving some of that monstrous prick into her.
"Ohhh," she wailed, "you're killing me! You're going to kill me with that big cock!"
She pushed down harder because she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to die impaled on his thick cock. She pushed harder and it went deeper until her asscheeks rested snugly against his balls.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me with your big cock!"
He began fucking her in long, driving strokes that threatened to tear her in ahlf. She didn't care. New excitement was running through her body. Hot tingles everywhere. It felt as if her skin were on fire. She rubbed her nipples against his hard chest and bit him on the shoulder.
She found his mouth and drove her hot tongue into his throat. She drove her tongue into his mouth with the same rhythm that he used to fuck her.
God, she was hot. So hot.
Her hips jerked up and down on his thick cock as she felt the first delicious spasm of pleasure go through her. She bounced faster, her red hair flying about her soft white shoulders. Never had she gotten so much out of fucking.
"I'm coming!" she wailed. "Jesus, I'm coming! It feels so good, so fucltinggoodlLOVEITTTT-AGHHHH!"
Her juices flooded his cock and she fell against his chest in weakness. She felt as if she didn't have a bone in her body. She felt so weak and tired.
"Baby," he said. "Baby, I want your sweet ass."
She could only nod as he took her to the bed and she slipped off his cock. The bed felt so warm and comfortable. She didn't mind when he turned her over and put a pillow under her pussy. She felt him climbing on top of her and then his fingers spreading her asscheeks.
She remembered how big he was.
"Don't hurt me," she said. "Be gentle."
"Sure, baby," he said. "I've got you all slippery."
His finger went into her ass and he moved it around. His finger slipped out and she felt that gigantic cock-head at the entrance to her ass.
"Be gentle," she said again, but she somehow knew he was much too excited to be really gentle.
It was a good thing her ass wasn't virgin. It would have been too painful. He pushed and his big cock went into her asshole roughly. He filled her ass and made her feel as if his gigantic staff were about to come out her stomach. He pushed until his thick balls rested against her.
"I'm going to fuck your ass hard, baby," he said. "I'm going to ride your fucking ass until I fill you with my cum."
"Yes," she moaned. "Go ahead and fuck my ass!"
He began to drive his big cock savagely into her and she bounced back to meet him. She found she didn't mind his hard thrusts as much as she'd thought. His cock filled her up with delicious feelings and she could feel her pussy getting juicy again.
"Play with my cunt," she begged him. "Play with my cunt." He reached beneath her and found her cunt with his fingers. Two hot fingers went into her cunt. He moved them around until he found her clit. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his fingers massaging her sensitive bud.
"God," she moaned. "You're going to make me come again. You're going to make me come again. I can't stand it. It's so good. You're making me come again! AGHHHHHH!"
"Me too, baby!" he cried. "Me too!"
His thrusts became rapid and brutal. She felt as if he were driving her into the mattress.
"God," she said. "God."
"Baby," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your ass. I'm going to fill up your fucking ass. Baby, it feels so fucking good! Aghhshit, BABYYYYYY!"
His hot cum erupted into her ass with deep spurts. She ground herself against him until he quit fucking her. She couldn't move as she felt his cock go limp and then slip out of her.
How long she lay like that she didn't know. She felt exhausted. She was only barely aware of when the door opened. She turned her face and saw Bill's brother Joe stepping into the cabin. She watched as he reached for this belt and undid it.
His trousers fell and he wore trunks underneath. He skimmed out of them quickly.
"Oh my God," she said softly.
Joe's cock was even bigger than Bill's. It was a monstrous-looking weapon standing stiff between his legs. She felt a shiver go through her body as her eyes traced the length of the big cock. As she watched, he wrapped his fingers around his monstrous tool and shook it at her.
"Big enough for you, baby?" he asked.
She couldn't take her eyes off. She felt a little frightened as he started walking toward her, grinning.
"Was she good, Bill?" he asked.
"She was a fantastic piece," Bill said sleepily.
He was still grinning and holding his thick rod in his hand. He stopped by the bed. His wet slit was just inches from her cheek. He moved closer and she felt his cock rubbing against her.
"Baby," he said. "I'm hot for you. I haven't had a good piece of ass all day long. Just a little sucking underneath the lifeguard stand. I need some tight cunt."
"I'm tired," Lucy protested.
She had a feeling that her words would have no meaning for him. He acted like she hadn't spoken. He continued to rub his cock-head against her. He rubbed the wet head against her small titties. She felt cold where he touched her.
"I've got to ball you," he said.
"But I'm so tired," she said.
"This is going to wake you up, sugar," he said. "You're going to feel it coming out your pretty ass when I put it in."
"Just wait a little while," she said.
"Sorry, sugar," he said. "I can't. I'm about to pop my nuts just looking at your stuff."
Lucy was too tired to fight but she knew she didn't have the energy to go through another fuck-session like she had just had. She just couldn't. She searched her mind for an idea and she remembered Honey still at the room. "I've got an idea," she said.
She didn't know why she wanted to send him to Honey, except that she was tired and she was still upset with Honey because of the way she'd been acting. Maybe Honey needed a little cock like Joe had to snap her out of her mood.
"What kind of idea?" he asked suspiciously.
"The girl I was with on the beach," she said, "my niece. She's in her room."
"You mean the blonde with the big knockers?" he asked.
"Uh-uh," she said.
"That sounds pretty good," he said. "How about you, Bill? Maybe we could make a party out of it."
It happened so quickly that Lucy didn't have time to make a fuss. It had been her idea to send one of them to Honey's room. Honey could handle one. But both of them might have been a little hard. But Lucy had no time to argue with them before the two boys had dressed, taken her key, and were on their way to Honey's cabin.
"Oh no," Lucy said to herself. "What have I gotten her into?"
* * *
Honey awakened from her deep sleep refreshed and feeling good. She lay there for a long while with her eyes closed thinking about the things that had happened to her lately. She was happy that she had learned how much fun sex could be, but she missed her father. In a way, she missed the farm.
The vacation had not been as much fun as she'd thought it was going to be.
Lucy had been having a good time. Her Uncle Matt had certainly created a sex machine when he'd fucked Lucy. That red-headed old maid couldn't seem to get enough.
Honey stretched and opened her eyes and she found herself looking into the face of a blond-headed young man wearing only a pair of jockey shorts.
"Oh my God," Honey said, "what are you doing her? What the hell are you doing her?"
Her first thought was of her nakedness. She had been sleeping naked with only a sheet to cover her. The sheet had slipped down to reveal both her creamy tits.
She pulled the sheet up hurriedly but not before the young man had gotten plenty of time to feast his eyes.
"How did you get in here?" she asked.
"Your aunt sent us," Bill said.
Honey hadn't been aware of anyone else in the room. She glanced around and saw another young man. She recognized him as the lifeguard from the beach. He wore no shorts at all ami he was fingering himself. He had a hairy, muscular body and Honey had never seen a cock so big. Honey shuddered as she looked at Joe again.
"You had better get out of here!" she said I fiercely.
"Now don't you worry, sugar," Joe said. He bent down and touched her cheek. She, jerked away as if she had been bitten by an insect. She kept the sheet clutched around her as she moved away from him as far as she could get.
"I don't want you here," she said.
"You're just upset," Joe said. "You shouldn't get so upset. You're no sweet and innocent virgin. I know all about you from your loving aunt. We just want to have a little party."
"You'd better leave me alone," Honey warned.
"Goddamn," Joe said softly, "you're acting like you never had a cock before. I told you that your aunt told us all about your hot panties before we left. Everything. Now we don't want to get rough but we're going to have our party."
"You go to hell," Honey said. "I'll scream my head off if you come near me. See how you like that. I'll have everybody in the place running to see what's wrong."
She sounded tough but she didn't feel tough. She was scared as hell. One look at the muscular bodies of the two men convinced her that resistance could only get her badly hurt. They could do anything they wanted with her. Anything.
For the first time in a long while Honey felt herself grow physically excited. She felt a sudden wetness between her legs and her nipples grew taut.
Joe smiled and she could tell he had noticed the outline of her nipples against the sheet.
"Sure, baby," he said, "you're going to love this. I can go all day and night."
His attitude made her angry. It wasn't fair of Lucy to send both these young men to her room. Maybe she could handle one, but both of them were too much for anybody.
But it was just the same way it had been with Jason and with her father. She would have to be taken. They would have to force her. She had to know that she wasn't able to handle them.
"Touch me," she said, "and I'll scratch your eyes out."
Joe smiled. Honey could sense that Bill was smiling also. It was like a game to them. Perhaps they understood the strong feelings, within her.
He sat down on the bed beside her and she went for his eyes like she'd promised. He was so strong that he brushed her away easily. He grabbed her wrist and, without even trying, bent it back. A sharp pain went through her body.
"All right," she gasped. "I'm through fighting. I won't try anymore."
"You just had to know if I was a big enough man, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes," Honey admitted, rubbing her wrist. "I had to know. Now you don't have to hurt me any more."
"Hell, honey," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you."
"Ummmm," Honey said.
She felt the hot excitement all through her body as he bent closer and kissed her lips gently. This time she didn't try to get away. Instead she moved closer to him. Her nipples grew taut again through the fabric of the sheet.
"Hell," Bill said from the other side of the bed, "let's strip the sheet away. I want to see what she has."
Honey leaned back and let Joe strip the sheet down her body. She lay naked before the two men and she heard them both gasp. She spread her legs slightly and pushed one finger into her cunt. She was already wet and it was no problem. She moved her finger in and out for a few minutes and she heard their breathing get louder.
"God," Joe said softly, "you're about the finest-looking thing I've seen in a long time. Those goddamn knockers are bigger than I've ever seen. What sweet-looking things."
Joe got into bed beside her. He had not taken off his jockey shorts but she felt his bulge through the material. He was even bigger than his brother.
Joe kissed her again, this time driving his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands stroked her back. She felt his fingers pull apart the cheeks of her ass.
He pulled her tight against him so that his huge bulge nestled against her furry cunt. She rubbed herself against his prick as she felt her desire grow. She had held it back for long enough, and now her body was breaking loose.
She shivered as she felt his finger nudging at her tender anus. She remembered the excitement Lucy had felt when she had been fucked in the ass by Matt. Honey didn't think she could stand that kind of pain but his finger felt good.
His finger worked into her up to his knuckle. She rubbed against him harder as he wiggled his finger around. It was kind of a warm, rough feeling.
"Ooooh," Honey moaned, "you're making me feel so nice."
She felt another weight on the bed and she felt Bill snuggling close. He was naked and his hard cock brushed against her soft buttocks. His cock-head left a little streak of wetness against her skin.
Joe was kissing her again, wiggling his tongue all around in her hungry mouth.
She purred deep in her throat and wiggled closer against him. She let her hands stroke his broad back and then drop to his muscular buttocks. She clutched his buttocks and pulled him even tighter against her. She shivered as she felt his cock jumping in his jockey shorts.
"Oooo," she said. 'Take them off. Take them off right now."
"Sure, baby," he said.
He pulled back and she stripped his jockey shorts down his long legs. His cock brushed against her stomach and then she was kissing him again. She lowered her hand to his throbbing erection and laced her fingers around the stem.
"Oh God," she moaned softly. "You're so big. You're both so big."
She squeezed his tool tightly as she felt a burning itch beginning to drive her wild. She closed her thighs together, trying to stop the wetness, but nothing seemed to help.
"God, what titties," Bill said.
She felt him reaching around to cup her tits. He squeezed them and ran his fingers over her excited nipples.
They were driving her wild. Her fingers grew a little sticky as she felt Joe's prick leaking. She began moving her fingers up and down because she loved the way he grew so excited.
"Oh, you're ready," she groaned.
"I sure am," he said. "I'm so fucking hot. I want you to do something for me. I want to feel your hot mouth around my prick. I want you to suck me dry."
His fingers left her ass and went to her shoulders. She responded to the gentle pressure and went down on him. She touched her lips to his salty-tasting nipples. She licked the sweat away and she felt them harden under her tongue. She went farther down, tracing a wet path to his navel.
"Lower, baby," he urged. "Go lower."
His hands clutched her tightly and he forced her down farther until her lips rested inches away from the head of his monstrous cock. The reddened cock-head rested flat against his belly and she'd never seen anything look so beautiful and so frightening. She simply stared at the tiny red eye for a moment.
"I need your mouth, baby," he groaned. "Put your hot mouth on my prick."
Bill was still squeezing her tits as she positioned herself. She was able to hold Joe's thick stem in her hand while she bent her head over his cock-head. The tip of his cock was slick from his lubricating fluid.
She started running her tongue all over the tip. She gave him the soft butterfly kisses that she knew would soon be driving him out of his mind. She got the top cleaned and she ran her tongue around the sensitive rim.
She felt his fingers dig into her shoulders as she worked her tongue around his crown.
"Good, sugar," he said, "that's good. Now suck me. Really suck me."
She looked at his big cock with suspicion. She didn't think she was ever going to get that big thing into her mouth, and she wasn't sure she wanted to try. But he was leaving her no choice. His hard fingers became insistent and she was pushed closer.
"Come on, baby," he said.
She kissed the tip again, and he groaned. She opened her full red lips and sucked just the cock-head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the sensitive rim and felt him tense.
"Goddamn, Honey," he said. "Goddamn, keep doing that. You're making me crazy!"
She opened her mouth wider and sucked hard. His monstrous shaft pushed into her throat as deep as she could take it. There was no possible way she could get all of his cock into her mouth, but she managed a great deal of it.
She began sucking at him frantically, feeling his pulsating cock-head at the back of her throat. She was able to raise one hand to brush his balls.
She cupped them and squeezed gently. She felt his heart thundering rapidly as he grew more excited. His dick quivered in her mouth, and she felt some of his fluids leaking down the back of her throat.
She attempted to get even more of his cock into her mouth. She was beginning to like the feeling of sucking his cock. Her face held a dreamy expression and she was growing more relaxed. Her throat muscles admitted his cock even farther. His cock tasted of sweat and cum and the taste thrilled her.
"Hot damn," he said. "What a fucking mouth. Jesus, keep doing that baby. It's so fine. Use your tongue like that. It makes me ache all over. Just like that!"
His fingers tightened in her hair as if he thought she was going to try to escape. She had no intention of even trying. His brutal cock was lighting hot fires within her. She longed for the taste of his cum. His thick, rubbery cock left wetness against her lips and in her throat and make her tingle.
"I love it," he groaned, "I love your hot, sucking mouth. Goddamn, it feels so good!"
Bill's hands touched her as she sucked Joe. He ran his fingers between her legs and she got into a better position. His fingers now traced the insides of her thighs and then found her cunt.
She sucked harder as she felt two of his fingers slipping through her puffy cuntlips and into her hot, juicy box. He began to move his fingers in and out.
"God, Bill!" Joe cried. "You're making her suck harder! Christ, keep doing that!"
His fingers got deeper and quicker. She was hot all over as she felt his fingers brushing against her hard clit. She opened her mouth even wider and his cock went in deeper than she would have believed possible. The big thing filled her mouth and throat and brought tears to her eyes.
"Christ," Bill said. "She's deep-throating you. She's got that fucking thing in all the way to your balls!"
She didn't really. He did have a bit of his cock outside her mouth and she would have liked to suck it all in, but she had a feeling that was impossible. His cock-head already felt like it was in her stomach.
Joe clutched her tightly as he began to mouth-fuck her. His thick cock choked her so that she couldn't breathe. Again and again his big, throbbing cock slammed forcefully into her mouth. There was nothing she could do but accept it.
"I'm fucking her brains out!" Joe cried. "I'm fucking her goddamn brains out! What a hot fucking mouth! Jesus!"
His thick cock slammed into her faster and faster. She could feel his cock-head growing even larger in her mouth and she knew he was getting ready to come. She tried to relax even more as she prepared herself for the flood of jism to come.
"Hot fucking mouth," he groaned. "A sweet, hot fucking mouth. Christ, I'm going to come. I'm going to make it come out your fucking ears. Christ, I've got a load! A big goddamn load of jism for you! Sweet Jesus I'm COMINGAGHHHHHH!"
His cum filled her mouth until the thick stuff was dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but it seemed like he came a cupful. It dripped down her cheeks to her full titties.
He jerked his prick from her mouth and placed it between her tits and the last hot spurt soaked the valley between them. He kept rubbing his cock there until he was drained.
"Baby," he said softly, "baby, your aunt was right about you. That was the best fucking cocksucking I've ever had. You know how to take a man's cock."
"Ummm," she said.
Honey was tired from the savage mouth-fucking he had give her but she was still filled with a hot excitement. She leaned back on the bed. She ran her fingers lightly over Bill's cock. Bill was stiff and ready. There was a little drop of cum on the end of his cock. '
"Nice," Bill groaned.
She reached for Joe's cock with her free hand. Joe had not gone completely soft. Even as she touched him she felt his stiff prick begin to harden once more.
"You get ready so fast," she whispered.
"I told you I could go all night," Joe said.
"I need you both." she purred. "I need a big, hard cock in my cunt. I'm so hot all over. My pussy needs you."
Bill touched between her legs and Joe's hand quickly followed. They pulled her thighs apart and they both began caressing her blonde cunt. Her sensitive cuntlips dripped juice as they explored her with their fingers.
Honey spread her legs farther apart and thrust up at them as if her cunt were trying to suck them up.
"I'm so hot," she moaned softly. 'Don't tease me, please. I need it so bad. Please do something.".
Bill bent his head over her titties. She clutched the back of his head as she felt his tongue brushing one of her hard nipples. She tugged him closer and felt her flesh being sucked hotly into his mouth. He took as much of her titty into his mouth as he could manage, and his sucking mouth made her feel weak.
She ran her fingers through his thick blond hair as he sucked her tit. He was making her feel so hot. Her other hand tightened on Joe's cock until she was afraid it might break off.
"You're just making me hotter," she said. "I'm going to burn up if I don't get your cock soon! Please give your sweet cock to me. I don't care who. One of you give it to me!"
Joe pulled her on top of him and she felt his thick cock-head pushed against her snatch. Her pussy was already dripping hot juice and she quickly rolled so that she had captured his cock-head between her hot cuntlips.
She sat down on his rod. She could feel the entire length of his thick cock going up into her. His rod filled her cunt deliriously. It was fantastic!"
"Give it to me!" she wailed. "Slam that big thing in deep! Fuck my pussy hard!"
She wiggled her body down on his stiff cock until she was sure she had every delicious inch inside her. She stopped as she felt herself resting snugly against his heavy balls. She squeezed her cuntal muscles excitedly against his swollen prick-head.
"Shit, that feels fantastic," he said, "but lean over so I can suck on those beautiful titties."
She leaned forward and pressed one big nipple against his hungry lips. He sucked it like a baby. Her fingers caressed his head as hot spasms rocked her body.
"Ummm," she said softly, "you suck me so good. So good. I love your mouth on my titty."
She started rocking up and down on his rigid prick while he tried to suck more of her hot titty into his mouth. Soft gasps escaped her throat as she rode him.
"God," Bill said softly, "I'm so hot. I've got to have some of her sweet ass."
She grew frightened as she felt Bill's hands parting her asscheeks. His fingers explored the tight ring of her anus. She couldn't move away because of the prick that held her steady. She felt one finger push roughly into her asshole.
"No," she said. "Don't do that. I don't like it that way. Please stop!"
"Don't worry," he said. "I know how to make it feel good. I'll go easy."
She still remembered how excited Lucy had gotten but she could also remember the size and shape of Bill's huge cock. He would tear her in half with that monstrous weapon. There would be a lot of pain.
"No," Honey said, struggling.
There was nothing she could do. She couldn't escape the hot cock spearing her cunt. There was nothing she could do except beg him to stop.
He didn't stop. His finger went into her asshole all the way to his knuckle. He moved his finger in and out of her tight ass for a moment, and then he pulled away.
For a moment she thought she was saved and then she felt his thick cock-head pressing against her entrance.
"No!" she wailed.
"Just relax, baby," he said. "You're going to like this. I know how to do it."
It was too late to stop him.
She felt the hard pressure of his cock-head tearing into her asshole. The pressure and pain grew fierce.
"No!" she begged. "God, don't!"
He pushed again and she felt a sharp stinging pain as his cock-head popped into her ass. Then he pushed and she felt his thick stem going into her snug butt. He filled her ass up with his cock and she finally felt his balls resting against her.
"Jesus," Bill said. "Jesus, that feels good. What a fucking tight asshole."
"Fuck her," Joe said. "Let's fuck her together."
"Shit yeah," Bill grunted.
He started pushing his cock in and out of her ass in rhythm to Joe's hot strokes. Her full ass felt good as he humped her. Really good. He felt a tingling at the end of his cock.
"I can feel your cock," Joe groaned. "I can feel your cock fucking her."
"Jesus," Honey groaned.
She'd never felt this way before. At first it had been pain, but now it was something exciting. She found herself thrusting at them both. God, how the two big cocks filled her up.
"God!" Honey cried. "Give it to me good! It feels so good! So good!"
As she cried she rubbed her titties against Joe's hard chest as the two big cocks kept slamming into her. She felt so completely filled by the two men.
"Ooooh!" she gasped. "I'm coming! My pussy's so hot! I'm coming!"
Her juices flooded Joe's cock and she felt the two men increase their rhythm as they grew more and more excited. She got a dreamy expression as her climax ended. She still felt good. She could feel their cocks growing in both of her holes.
"Shit!" Joe cried. "Shit, I'm coming! Shit, I'm going to blow my wad! God, it feels good! Better than any fuck I've ever had! Jesus, I'M COMINGGGG!"
His thick cum splashed into her cunt just as Bill groaned and his cock also spurted. She felt filled up with cum. It was a good feeling. She ground herself against Joe until both men's cocks quit pumping into her.
She felt wet and exhausted as the two men left her. She stretched out on her back with her hands resting on Joe's and Bill's limp cocks. She had a feeling it wouldn't take long for them to get hard again and she was going to be ready.
The door opened and Lucy stood there.
"Come on in, Auntie," Honey purred. "Come on in and join our little party."
Lucy smiled and immediately began stripping off her clothes. Honey knew she was going to get her itch really satisfied that night, just as she was going to get it satisfied for many years to come.
Honey thought her mother would be really proud of her, for Honey was following in her footsteps. Like mother, like daughter. Just two hungry cunts looking for pleasure.
"Let's do it again," Honey said, and she spread her legs open wide.
