Divorce. An ever-growing American problem at seems to have no solution. The cases for divorce are infinite, the consequences often disastrous for the individuals concerned.
But what must be considered one of the most prevalent causes for the break-up of a marriage is sexual incompatibility, real or imagined.
The story of Janet and Russ Evans is that of a young couple whose marriage is on the brink of aster because of Janet's imagined frigidity due a brutal rape which occurred years before. It is only a matter of time before she will lose her husband for good, but she is powerless to prevent his leaving her.
Only a chance act of fate-in the form of another rape-shocks Janet into the realization that sex with her husband is what she really wants and needs to make her happy.
GANG-RAPED WIFE-a serious story which lays open the lives of one couple teetering on the brink of disaster, providing an insight for all concerned.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Evans folded her dark-blue slacks over her arm and laid them in the suitcase on the bed. She glanced about the bedroom and could think of nothing else she'd need to take along with her for the three-day trip.
It didn't make much sense to her for each of them to take a separate piece of luggage for such a short stay, but her husband had already packed his. Russ's case was in the corner, by the door. And Penny had packed right after dinner, before rushing out of the house to go tell her friend, Shirley, goodbye.
Janet felt a quick tightening inside her, a twinge of apprehension that made her squeeze her inner thighs against her pussy lips and close her cunt gap to a thin, nearly impenetrable slit. Penny had seemed just a little too anxious to go over to Shirley's tonight. It wasn't as if they'd be apart for the next three months. Three days just wasn't all that long, no matter how close friends you were.
Then why the anxiousness, the insistence to hurry over there?
Janet sucked in her breath and held it, her firm, pointed tits thrusting against the thin housecoat. Her nipples itched suddenly. She squeezed her thighs more tightly together, as if the act would close up her daughter's virginal pussy just as tightly and render ft just as impenetrable.
She knew the answer. It wasn't Shirley that Penny had gone to see in such a rush. It was Shirley's brother, Bert. It had to be.
Janet slammed the lid down on the suitcase. The latches clicked sharply in the still room. She turned away and went to her dressing table. She yanked a hairbrush through her cropped blond strands until the tugging hurt, and then she kept doing it, wincing.
She saw her big tits jiggle firmly and pointedly inside the housecoat with each movement of her arm. She watched them in the mirror, seeing the way they made the thin material strain shamefully, lewdly, giving her a wanton look, a come-fuck-me appearance, whether she wanted it or not.
Her tits . . .
Her damn big, pointed, suckable, stiff-nippled, lust-whetting tits. The same tits Penny was growing on her fifteen-year-old chest right now.
Damn the genetic curse of these big tits! she cried inwardly, her face twisting with rage.
She banged the hairbursh down. She stared at the cone-shaped thrusts in the mirror, seeing the way they stood so prominently from her chest. They were aimed slightly outward, as if trying to sweep in all the lustful, leering stares they could.
She saw the nipples punching out against the material-stiff nubs that were nearly the size of the first joint of her finger. Nubs that never contracted never shrunk to the respectable, normal-sized bumps that other nipples did.
The nubs stayed full and erect and pointing, as if telling the world she was in constant heat, ready to have them sucked and fondled, ready to have the rest of her ripe body felt and fucked.
And Penny's tits were just the same-just the same . . .
Janet closed her eyes and sucked in her breath, pulling the housecoat tightly around her breasts. A flash of memory blazed across the back of her mind.
She jumped, her eyes popping open. Breath exploded from her lungs with a sharp puff. She forced the memory from her mind quickly. She turned from the mirror and hurried into the bathroom.
She made herself wonder where Russ was, what he was doing. If they were going to leave early in the morning, he'd better come to bed. And Penny had better get home before her thrusting young tits caused it to happen again-to her this time, just the way . . .
She looked at herself quickly in the bathroom mirror. She'd already slipped her housecoat from her body without even thinking. It was hanging on the little hook she used when she came into the bathroom to undress every night.
She saw her naked image in the mirror. She saw the nightie dangling from the tips of her fingers. She turned her head with a quick gasp and glanced at the bathroom door.
At least she'd remembered to close it before undressing. Otherwise, Russ might come in and see her naked body and want to . . .
Janet swallowed. She didn't know how she was going to put him off. He'd want to fuck her tonight for sure. He'd argue that they wouldn't have the chance while they were in the motel room with Penny. He'd remind her that it had been two weeks since the last time she'd let him fuck her.
He'd be wrong, of course. He frequently miscounted. Actually, it had been two weeks and a day. If she could somehow get out of it again tonight, and then claim when they got back that she was too tired after the trip, then-then she might be able to stretch it to three weeks before he made her!
Janet licked her lips. Three whole weeks!
Three weeks without feeling him paw her body, her big tits. Without having to listen to his impassioned gasps. Without feeling his hard cock rape into her dry, tight pussy and blast his nasty, smelly, sticky sperm into her.
Three weeks! Could she do it? Could she stretch it somehow to four? To five?
The nightie dangled from her fingertips. Her eyes slid from her youthful, curving, big-titted image, focusing absently on a spot of something on the counter.
She scraped at the spot with her nail and lifted her gaze again, looking into her own eyes, trying, it seemed, to look behind the blueness of them into the depths of her mind.
Something was wrong with her. Still wrong with her. She knew it, but she couldn't change.
That was no way to think about a husband. Not if you were normal. Not when he was handsome and decent and patient and kind. And as loving as he could be with a wife whose main preoccupation was with how long she could get by at a time without being fucked.
Janet's face wrinkled. She let a sob bubble up in the back of her throat. She let her gaze travel over her reflection. She saw the pert little nose, the full lips, the even, white teeth just showing between them.
She saw the slim column of her neck, the good slope of her shoulders that led to the rise of her tits. She saw the firm cones themselves, the pointed ends capped by the big, stiff nipples.
She looked at the narrow pinch of her waist, the still-flat plane of her tummy, the flare of her hips, and the round, tight pout of her full ass.
She saw the patch of golden fuzz over her mound and could see the puffy swells of her cunt lips and the narrow, tight cleft between them.
The edge of the counter prevented her from seeing the trim thighs and tapering legs, but she didn't have to see them to know they were good, nearly flawless in their lines.
There was a quick moment when she knew she could have been looking at her daughter's body instead of her own. Penny's tummy was a little tighter. She didn't have the faint network of stretch marks on her abdomen from being pregnant. Not yet, she didn't.
But still, in spite of the small things, Janet knew she was in beautiful shape for thirty-three. And that was part of the problem.
If she could get fat and dumpy and ugly, then Russ wouldn't want to fuck her when he looked at her. In fact, she'd eaten herself sick one month, just to do that. She'd gained only four pounds, and he hadn't even noticed.
He'd still wanted to fuck her. He'd still wanted to suck her big damn tits and feel them. And men on the street had still stared at her thrusting tits with popping eyes and lust-thick grins.
She grabbed at her tits suddenly, filling her hands with them. She squeezed hard. The nipples stretched even more from the pointed ends, mocking her, laughing at her.
It was her tits! Her goddamn tits! They'd caused the trouble-all the trouble! All the guilt and shame that was in her! They were what had made her now, at thirty-three, not want to be fucked by anyone, not even her husband!
"You damn bags!" she mewled.
Her voice sounded tortured as she twisted and pulled at the firm cones as if to rip them from her chest. But even the pain didn't help this time.
The itching in her nipples increased. She could feel the hot throbs in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the slow swelling of her cunt petals, the shameless bloating of them, the quick, warm moistening of her whole pussy.
Sensitivity grew swiftly as her clit filled and stretched from under its tented hiding place. It became as erect as a small prick, and it nosed from between the spreading lips of her cunt.
She tipped her head back and moaned and clamped both hands around her crotch, squeezing tightly praying for the sensations to go away and leave her alone.
Memory flashed through her mind again. A picture, an image. It went away, and another image blazed sharply for a moment.
She couldn't recall their faces any more-none of them. Only the sadistic grins, the coarse laughter, the sweaty redness of their faces.
And she remembered their cocks-their hard, spurting, raping cocks . . .
There'd been only four of them. That was a fact of history, and she knew it. But when she remembered, there seemed to be dozens of them, all bearing down on her, all pressing her into the slanted back seat of the car, all crawling over her prostrate body to smear her nudity with sweat and stink and evil.
Janet pivoted around, turning her back to the mirror, keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her head tipped back and her hands pressing tightly against her swollen, blazing twat-as if trying to suppress the shame of her heat, the bubbling of her slippery pussy juices running between her fingers.
The images weren't flashing in and out of her mind any more. They were continuous, now. There was a steady flow of them, one after the other.
Just as there'd been one raping cock after the other, one pulsing stream of scalding sperm after the other, hosing into her virginal pussy, over her belly, onto her thighs.
And drooling, cascading, streaming down the sides of her big, thrusting, shivering, fire-filled, goddamn tits . . .
She wasn't aware of moving the short distance to it. But she was suddenly sitting on the toilet. Her legs were stretched stiffly in front of her. They were parted, and they made an open, inviting vee toward the center of her throbbing cunt.
She leaned back. Her tits jiggled wildly. Her arms bumped the sides of them and made them jiggle as they pistoned up and down. Her spread fingers stroked and slid along her slippery, steaming pussy gap. They swirled through the red, inflamed meat of her hot cunt.
Her fingers smeared hot honey over her bloated lips as the stuff drooled from her red, quivering hole. She streaked her silky inner thighs with it. She could feel it running down under her crotch and puddling in the little puckered bud of her asshole, and she could feel the shameless way her anus quivered and sucked at it.
Her round asscheeks clenched and relaxed rhythmically against the seat. The motion made her twat lift and fall under her stroking hands and probing fingers.
A red, throbbing, stiff cock loomed in her mind, the image blossoming and growing terribly vivid as her heat surged and her cunt steamed under her masturbating fingers.
She was aware of the grinning, sweat-gleaming face behind the cock. It wasn't a particular face. It was a blend of all the faces, totally unrecognizable after sixteen years.
The faces weren't the object of her memory, anyway. The cocks were. Long, fat, pointed, broad-all of them stiff and hard ... so hard!
They came at her. They loomed over her. They swept over her big tits and across her lips, leaving smears of wild-tasting oils. They probed against her belly and thighs and hips and ass. And they ripped into her virginal cunt, shooting and spitting sperm. They fucked and fucked into her violated body, making her pussy tunnel a sodden swamp of sperm and cunt juice.
They came at her again and again, one after the other, changing off, coming back, throbbing inside her, making her pussy scream and shiver with lust and sensation, making her mind a whirl of shameful emotion.
An agonized moan tore from Janet's lips as the big prick in her mind rammed up her virginal cunt and ripped through her hymen and lanced to the back of her shuddering vagina.
At the same time she remembered, her finger speared into her flooded pussy. Her twat lifted high, shuddering. Her bloated cunt lips parted wide, exposing the pink silk between them.
Her nail nicked a satiny fold of sensitive tissue, and the pain blazed through her again, just the way it had been the first time, making the memory excruciatingly vivid.
Her hips shook. Her asscheeks quivered on the toilet seat lewdly, shamelessly. Her pussy shook under her hand. Her tight vaginal muscles sucked and pulled at the raping finger bursting through the shield of pain toward her depths.
Her anus pulsed and spasmed, sucking up drops of her drooling pussy juice and making the little mouth slippery. A great, throbbing sensation thudded through her belly.
Her legs shot out before her, her heels lifting from the flood. They shuddered, her toes pointing at the same time. She felt her big tits harden on her chest, swollen to huge size, the nipples even stiffer and more protruding.
Her youthful body tightened all over, as if it were inflated suddenly and ready to burst. Her breath sucked into her lungs and caught there, and then it came rushing out in a wild groan.
Orgasm rushed through her in great shudders that made her dizzy. Her fucking finger was battered and pulled by her spasming pussy muscles. Her clit stretched unbelievably from the top of her cleft, and her thumb rolled against it, milking screaming sensation from the sensitive little organ.
She came violently, twisting and thrashing on the seat, her finger shoved to the depths of her cunt, clear to the cupping palm of her wet, flooded hand.
Her pussy meat shivered shamelessly. Slick cunt juice, hot and syrupy, slithered and gushed from her vaginal hole around her finger, and her palm became puddled with it, reminding her of that raping night, when it had been dollops of sperm gushing from her body then.
She remembered. She shuddered again, another shameful thrill pulsing through her body. She moaned with lust and shame and guilt combined, a terrible mixture of emotions that had formed then and hadn't left her since.
Her fevered body quieted slowly. She could feel her pussy muscles throbbing with tinier quivers. But she could still feel the pounding of her heart under the swollen cone of her left tit.
Her tit. . .
She slipped her finger from her sodden, sucking pussy, feeling the way the tissues were like oiled silk that clung and fluttered as if reluctant to release the surrogate cock from their depths.
She shivered again and sighed heavily. She looked down at her stretched-out body. She closed her legs quickly, partially hiding her wantonness and shame from her sight.
If only she could close her tits, too. If only they'd never been so big. If only . . .
She grabbed her tits again. She shook them and squeezed them harshly, making them hurt, hating them with all that was in her. Then she bent over from the waist and rested her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands and sobbed softly.
It was going to happen to Penny, too. Just the way it had happened to her. Because of Penny's big tits. It was going to happen soon. Penny was fifteen, now. It had happened to her when she was seventeen. Time was running out for her daughter.
The thought made Janet's heart pump again, but with a different emotion this time. She stood up, her legs slightly wobbly at first. She didn't look at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to see the flush of sex on her body-the brightness of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, or the offending hardness of her tits and thrusting, insolent nipples.
She slipped her nightie quickly over her head, covering her shameful body with the thin material. Only then could she look at herself in the mirror. Only then could she make the subtle change to her expression that left her looking as sexless as she could manage to with such jutting tits and round ass and flaring hips.
She'd thought the talks with Penny had been doing some good. She'd been certain the veiled warnings about tit-lusting boys and their hard, shame-making cocks had been getting through.
But now Penny was seeing Bert. Janet was certain of it. Worse yet, Penny was hiding the fact, pretending to be seeing Shirley, instead.
Janet felt sick inside. She didn't know what to do any more. She knew only that she had to protect her daughter.
She'd thought Russ would understand and help. But he hadn't. He encouraged Penny to see boys. It was nothing obvious or pushy that he did, but the differences in their attitudes was plain.
She started suddenly, turning her head. She heard the bedroom door open and close and Russ call out for her.
"Everything's set with the car, honey. You all finished packing? We've got to get on the road by seven in order to make the appointment, you know. Honey? Are you in there?"
He knew she was. Why did he have to holler like that? She scowled at the door between them as if scowling at him, as if she could build up enough anger to make her rejection of him seem right and justified. After all, he couldn't expect her to want to fuck when she was angry with him, could he?
She bit her lower lip. She sucked in her breath and felt her heart thud again. She stopped scowling, knowing it wouldn't work. Nothing was going to work. She couldn't stay in the bathroom all night, either. She was going to have to go out sooner or later and see the look in his eye and the thickening rod of his horny cock between his legs.
She knew that her thoughts of going for three weeks or more didn't have a chance. She sighed quiveringly, wishing she hadn't picked this time to remember.
It was easier to submit to his fucking prick when the memory wasn't fresh in her mind.
She reached over and pushed the handle on the toilet, stealing another minute. When she could wait no longer, she opened the door and stood there.
Russ was in his pajama bottoms already. His chest was bare. He turned around and looked at her, smiling. His eyes flickered over her body, unconsciously resting on the ends of her thrusting tits.
Janet felt her mouth go dry. As if in response, she felt her vaginal muscles tighten and draw inward, closing up the gap of her guilt and shame.
She stood there and looked at him, feeling strange, a little frightened. There were times when she would look at her husband of sixteen years and see a stranger grinning affectionately at her.
It was like that right now. It was disconcerting. It made her feel as if she were about to be raped again. And the thing about it-the terrible, guilt-ridden thing about it-was not so much the rape itself.
It was how she would react to the rape again. It was the fear that she would become a throbbing, pulsing, orgasming blob of lusting shame again, loving every thrust of hard, paining prick into her pussy, every spurt of sticky, hot sperm raining over her and in her-and hating herself for loving it.
She took a step back, a fearful step, into the sanctum of the bathroom, her eyes wide and staring.
CHAPTER TWO
Russ's hair was brown. His eyes were oddly light, nearly an amber hue. His build was good and solid, showing no hint of approaching middle age.
He was nearly three years older than Janet, and that might have been one of the reasons she'd married him. It had made him seem so mature, so gentle and understanding after it had happened.
His face was squarish and handsome. He was still attractive to her, and she could understand how she had chosen him for her boy friend so long ago.
She saw his muscles ripple under his naked chest as he took a step toward her. He didn't look sick. He didn't look as if he needed to go to the clinic for two days of testing, but that was where they were going tomorrow and why. Mostly why. As long as they had to drive to the middle of the state, it was agreed that the girls would take in Wonder Gardens while he was at the clinic-that they would all go and act like tourists for three days, seeing the sights and lounging around the pool at the motel.
But he looked strong and fit. Just as he'd looked sixteen years ago, when he'd stood back and watched them rape her and fuck her and use her totally, making her come and come and shudder and groan with shameful bliss.
He'd watched and done nothing to stop them, and she still couldn't forgive him for that-for making her shame so real.
"Honey? Are you all right?" he asked gently.
Janet swallowed. She felt as if there were a mental shake of her head and then a sudden clearing, and he wasn't a stranger any more.
"Yes," she said, stopping her retreat into the bathroom.
"Mmm, you look nice," he smiled, still coming toward her. His voice was low and charged, and the look was in his eye.
She licked her lips and couldn't help the way her gaze flicked to his crotch. She saw the bulge of his cock behind the thin material. She sucked in her breath and then nearly charged out of the bathroom, going one way and then the other as she tried to get around him, feeling like a trapped animal.
He caught her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Janet, what's the matter?" he asked gently.
"I-I'm worried about Penny," she said quickly, not looking at him. "I think Penny should get home. It's late. We're leaving early. I don't like her being out like this."
"She's already home, honey," he said soothing�ly. "Everything's under control." He pulled her against him until her breasts thrust against his naked chest. "Let's go to bed now, huh?"
She gasped with the touch of her nipples against him and the slight flattening of her big tits. She tried to pull away, but she felt the quick tightening of his fingers on her shoulders.
When she felt the quick lift of his prick between them, the warm rod pressing in between her soft thighs until it was against her tight slit, she tried to pull back again.
His grip became even stronger. She looked quickly into his face. She saw the smile go through a subtle change from warm and hopeful to half a grimace, and she knew it was going to happen again.
She hated it when it happened. He would insist, and she'd resist. She'd feel guilty for making him tight and wheedle and plead for a fuck from his wife.
But she'd hate it if she gave in, too. There seemed only one solution-for him to stop wanting to fuck her.
That was why she'd tried to gain weight. It was why she was sometimes inexcusable bitchy with him. Nothing seemed to work. She'd often wished he'd get another woman on the side, a cunt he could blast his sperm into before he came home.
But he wasn't that way. Even when they were going together and she wouldn't fuck him because she was a virgin and saving her sweet pussy for when she was married, he didn't go with other girls.
There was a strange unspoken agreement not to talk about divorce, either. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't know what she'd do if he left. She'd have no one to hold accountable, no one to blame, no one to punish for what had happened. She didn't understand why he hadn't left her.
It seemed they stayed together not from love but from sickness. And even if that was only half right, it had to change. There had to be a change.
"Russ ..." she gasped quietly, wincing under the pressure of his fingers.
"It's been nearly two weeks, honey," he said tightly.
She nearly crowed at him. He'd miscounted badly this time. "Russ I... I don't feel too well, sweetie."
"I don't feel so hot myself, Janet. I ache. My balls ache. My back aches. My stomach feels in knots. All I do is ache any more. Haven't you punished me enough?"
"Punished you!" she cried. "That's ridiculous! For what, Russ?"
He looked at her. "You know."
"I haven't the slightest idea in the world! For spending some extra money so that we can make a little vacation out of your appointment? Don't be ridiculous, Russ. I think that's fine."
He stopped squeezing her shoulders so hard. His expression changed. She'd stopped him again-and yet she knew she hadn't. She sighed softly. There was no getting out of it.
"All right," she said reluctantly, her stomach twisting. "Damn it, all right."
She pulled free of him. She shut off the overhead light, putting the room in darkness. She slipped past him and slid under the sheet, pulling it up around her neck, keeping her nightie down around her thighs.
He switched on the little lamp on the night stand, and she blinked and turned her head, speaking sharply. "Don't turn that on, Russ. You know I don't like it."
"I like it. I like to see you. You have an exciting body, Janet. Look what it does to me."
She heard the whisper of his pajamas and the grin in his voice, and she knew what he wanted her to look at. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down on it painfully.
Once more, the pain didn't help. She couldn't keep herself from turning her head and looking, just for a brief moment. She sucked in her breath silently and hated the throb of sensation that went through her belly.
Russ's prick jutted from his loins. It soared toward her, rising at an angle over her head. She saw the full veins, the ridges and bumps, the swollen, red, mushroom-shaped head of it.
She saw his balls, drawn up under the pulsing root into hard, packed spheres that had to be brimming over with sperm by now. She saw the wide eye at the tip where it would squirt out in a hosing flood and fill her pussy.
She whipped her head back and put her hand to her mouth with a silent cry. It was just like the cocks in her mind-looming, huge, throbbing and hard, full of hot sperm.
"Russ-turn out the light!" she nearly screamed at him.
She heard him sigh. The switch clicked, and the room went dark. Nearly dark. Moonlight filtered around the curtains enough to see shapes by.
He got into the bed beside her, sliding the sheet from her body. She turned her head aside again and made little grasping motions with her fingers, trying to draw it back up.
"Mmmm, it's been a long time again, honey," he whispered, lying beside her, nuzzling her cheek with his lips.
His hand went to her flat tummy. It was warm there. She felt her muscles shiver slightly at the touch. She held her breath, knowing what he was going to do with his hand next, wishing that he would once-just once-not do it.
He slid it up her nightie and cupped her big, pointing tit, wrapping his fingers around the firm cone, squeezing. He began to pant against the side of her face with passion, reminding her again of the cramped back seat of the car.
"Oh, Russ-" she gasped, stopping herself from telling him to quit feeling her tit.
He misunderstood. He thought it was a cry of passion. His prick jerked against the side of her hip heatedly, and he came half over her, searching for her lips.
"Janet-Janet..." he moaned happily. "Ohhhh, honey-at last! God, slip this nightie off, honey! Let me feel your tits against my chest! Let me feel all of you against me!"
He started lifting up the nightie, scooping it under her round butt cheeks, baring the sides of her hips, raising it past her dry, pinched-together pussy lips.
Janet tossed her head, biting down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. She felt trapped again. It was all she could do to keep from pushing and hitting and jumping out of bed.
Then, somehow, with one large sweep, he had her nightie up around her neck, and her tits thrust upward into the moonlight.
"Ohhh, honey!" he gasped, squeezing one cone and then the other. He dipped his head. His lips opened. His mouth sucked the end of her tit into the warm, wet cavern, and his tongue rolled her stiff, ever-thrusting nipple wildly.
In spite of herself, sensation blazed through her. There was a little arch of her spine that made her tit end push deeper into his mouth, and then she controlled the impulsiveness, the shameless surge, and the sensation went dead.
"Oh, Russ ..." she gasped again. Her hands lifted. She nearly cupped his head with them, intending to push his mouth away from her tit. She balled her fingers into fists and held her arms rigidly at her sides.
She heard the lewd sucking sounds his mouth made on her tits. She could barely feel the wash and pluck of his tongue across her nipples. She felt satisfied with how well she was doing.
He ran his hand to her mound. She felt his fingers in her golden bush. He forced her thighs open just a little-just enough so that he could cup her pussy and squeeze gently at her cunt lips.
She made the deadness creep down her body to her twat. When his finger snaked into the tight, dry gap between her cunt petals, she barely felt it. It was more an irritating friction against tender tissues than a sensitive stroking of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, honey, what a hot cunt!" he gasped. "God. I love it! Janet-I love you!"
It was a game they played. Every time, they played it. He didn't complain that her pussy was dry and unresponsive. And she didn't tell him how guilty it made her feel to have him moon ecstatically over a dry, dead cunt.
"Honey, I've got to kiss your pussy first," he gasped, playing out the next step of their game.
He slid down to her hips. She felt his warm breath on her thighs. His lips kissed along them and up to her mound and back down again, circling closer to the gap between her legs.
He pushed her thighs wider apart. She didn't know why she couldn't separate them voluntarily, why she made him force them apart, as if he were going to rape her. It was the pattern of sixteen years, the way they did it.
He puffed breath over her twat lips. She felt the moistness. His fingertips stroked along the puffy petals and then parted them. She knew he was staring at her pinkness, filling his eyes with the sight of her clit and her muscle-rimmed vagina.
She wanted to snap her thighs closed and twist away. She was having trouble keeping the sensation under control as he fondled her. His touch was gentle and smooth, but she made him force her so that it was rape again.
His tongue flattened and pressed into her silky gap. He massaged her pink meat. He flicked the tip of her clit with it. Then she felt his warm bath of saliva on her cunt gap as his tongue licked and circled and washed.
He wasn't just kissing her pussy, just sucking it. He was lubricating it. They both knew that was what he was doing, and yet they made out otherwise.
"Russ..." she moaned again, her fingers clenching and opening, The urge to push his head away was nearly overpowering. His tongue tip was drilling into her silken pussy mouth, circling around, pressing and massaging against her vaginal sphincter.
He fucked it up her pussy, reaching as far as he could. He made it dart back and forth. His hands cupped her round buttocks and lifted her twat up toward his face, and she could feel his chin pressing into her crotch, close to her asshole.
She tossed her head. She was having trouble keeping the sensations back now. She wanted him to stop fucking her cunt with his tongue and bathing her pussy flesh with his saliva, making her all wet and slippery, as if she were wantonly hot.
She felt her thighs jerk apart slightly on their own. She felt a tiny shiver pass through her hips and make her twat lift upward. The inside of her cunt was getting shamefully wet, now. It had to be more than his saliva. It had to be partly her own lustful honey seeping from her satiny walls.
She moaned and caught her breath, preventing the sound from being a moan of passion. She rocked her head back and forth again. She felt her nipples stretching to unbelievable lengths.
When she felt the urge for him to squeeze and fondle her tits again, she knew it had gone too far.
"Oh, God," she said, pushing his head from her pussy. "Fuck me, Russ-hurry up and fuck me!"
"I want to suck your pussy some more, honey," he said breathily.
"No-I don't want you to! Fuck me!" Get it over with! She wanted to add.
He slid his hands from under her ass. She knew he was hesitating. Her pussy mouth quivered with anticipation, and she could feel herself almost wanting to be fucked.
She reached for his cock. The hard, throbbing organ filled her hand. She yanked on it none too gently.
"Fuck me!" she gasped.
He knew her too well. He knew it wasn't a plea of passion, but a command of impatience instead.
"Come with me, Janet," he said softly, his voice a plea.
"Fuck me, Russ! Oh, hurry and fuck me with your big prick!"
She pulled at his cock, jacking it while it was aimed toward her pussy. He sighed first, a tired, hopeless kind of sound. And then he gasped as her fingers played with his prick and made him too hot to try to change the outcome of the old game between them.
His swollen, pulsing cockhead touched the saliva-slick flesh of her pussy mouth. He gasped again. He pressed forward, nosing his prick into her pussy, yielding to his heat.
Janet gasped with him, but it was for a different reason. She felt her cunt tunnel squirm and shiver all along its length. There was an automatic spasm in her thighs as she tried to close them and clamp her pussy shut and deny entrance of his cock.
She tipped her head back. Her tits thrust into the air. She heard his long moan and felt the slide of his hard, hard cock into her body.
The images came to her mind again, and she nearly screamed. Her cunt went dry and tight, and the thrust of his prick pulled at her pink tissues and dragged them inward until it hurt.
The burning pain in her pussy told her that she had succeeded again. She whimpered and tossed under him as his chest came down and made the ends of her tits flatten.
"Ah! Russ! Oh, God ..." she moaned, wincing with the pain, trying to make him believe it was passion, yet knowing that he knew it was anything but passion.
He thrust his hard prick to the depths of her cunt and held it there. His shaft throbbed heavily. His balls lay in the crack of her spread ass.
He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side and whimpered again. She felt a tightening in him, a giving up. He began fucking her, drawing back and plunging forward.
His prick abraded the length of her dry pussy, causing a tube of fire in the center of her body.
She squeezed her eyes shut and saw the pricks, the leering, sweaty faces over her. She felt the pain of their raping pricks plunging in and out of her cunt, defiling her, using her, spoiling her.
She didn't respond, and that was the way it should have been. She had become proficient at not responding to the lance of raping cock in her body.
One day-one time-she would have not responded enough to atone for the terrible night in the back seat of the car when she had come and come and howled wantonly for more.
And only then would the game change-when the guilt was gone . ..
"Janet..." Russ gasped. "God, you have a slick, tight, wonderful pussy, darling! Ahhh, I can't hold it back much longer!"
"Don't hold back! Come! Come in me!" she cried.
"Come with me, Janet!" he pleaded again, his prick throbbing nearly out of control in her pussy.
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, trying to urge him on.
His cock plunged into her again. The friction was nearly unbearable. Liar! she wanted to cry, knowing her pussy was about as slick as a tube of sandpaper.
His hands swept between them and grasped her tits. He squeezed the big cones. He lunged forward again, ramming his prick to the back of her pussy.
His prick bucked and swelled. The head danced in her depths. His balls moved in the crack of her ass, tightening.
"Ah!" he gasped, clutching her tightly. His ass shook, and his prick exploded. "Yaaaagh!" he growled against the side of her face.
She felt it-the ultimate defilement. It came in torrents. It boiled and squirted in thick puddles from the tip of his prick. His sperm hosed into her body, and her pussy tunnel went immediately slippery and wet.
He pumped back and forth, his prick reveling in the sudden lubrication, the sudden silkiness of her cunt. He twisted atop her body and let the last spurts of his cum dribble into her.
He quieted. He held her tits tightly and sighed. After a moment, Janet pushed at him, and he pulled out of her pussy, his cock still hard and stiff.
She said nothing. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her.
She blinked in the blaze of light when she flicked the switch. She felt her stomach cramp, and she held her arm over it tightly. She was shaking. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the way her hair was mussed, the way her nightie was askew on her body, the way her face had a pale cast to it.
Raped . . .
The word came to her mind, as it always did. She looked at her image again. Yes, she looked raped. Her stomach churned: adding to the feeling and the image.
She'd been violated. She felt violated. Yet, there was a sense of victory that made the corners of her mouth turn upward with just a hint of a smile.
She hadn't come. She hadn't yielded. It had hurt. She had conducted herself properly-in the manner of a woman who had been raped.
She lifted the hem of her nightie. She looked at her pussy in the mirror. The lips were bloated and red, parted slightly, revealing the pinkness between them.
Her cunt meat glistened with juice. She felt a slithering sensation inside her cunt, and then she watched a dollop of sperm emerge from her pussy slit and string toward the floor.
She looked at it with disgust. It was proof that she'd been violated. She ran the water and got a washcloth. She put the wet rag to her pussy and wiped her twat again and again, cleansing it of the nastiness, the stickiness.
She heard the bedroom door open and close. She stopped wiping and listened. That was strange. Usually, Russ turned onto his side and went to sleep after shooting his wad into her body.
Her fingers trembled. She didn't know why he'd left the room, and she didn't care right then. She made another circle over her pussy with the warm cloth and felt a surge of pulsing go through her belly.
She licked her lips. She felt her nipples itch. She washed her pussy harder. There was a point when she wasn't washing it off any more, and she made her way to the toilet seat again.
She didn't hesitate this time. Her pussy was aflame. Honey began to pour from her vaginal walls. The flood of it washed out the last traces of sperm.
There was no cock in her pussy now. She could let her body respond now, and there would be no guilt, no shame.
She moaned softly and swept her nightie up over her big tits. She cupped the thrusting cones and pulled at the nipples until they fairly screamed with sensation.
She thrust her legs before her, sliding her butt to the edge of the seat. She spread her thighs wide and dropped the cloth and masturbated her pussy vigorously with her fingers.
She arched and strained. She pushed her cunt up against her hand. Sensation blazed through her body, feeling good-so good!
She sucked in her breath. She turned her attention to the other room. She didn't hear him. She hadn't heard him come back in. He was gone-perhaps to the kitchen. Did she dare do it?
She licked her lips. Her clit throbbed and stretched under the tip of her rolling finger, and she could feel the slippery cunt honey dribbling down the crack of her ass again and puddling at her pulsing, quivering anus.
She moaned and rose swiftly from the seat. She slid a cabinet drawer open silently and lifted out a Kotex box. With a furtive glance over her shoulder, despite the fact that the door was locked, she reached inside and withdrew the vibrator.
She looked at the cylindrical shape of it and ran her fingers up and down its length. Her pussy lips bloated and spread with anticipation, and she shivered slightly.
Back on the seat again, she listened for sounds from the other room one more time, and then gave the base of the vibrator a twist. The humming was soft. Her pussy spasmed.
She spread her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand and lifted her foot to the edge of the seat, making her twat split wide open. She sucked in her breath and put the tip of the vibrator against her twat.
"Ohhhh, God!" she whispered, tipping her head back.
She trailed the nose of it up the heated inner surface of one pussy lip and then down the other. She felt her whole cunt come alive with the stimulating shaking of the tool.
She put it at the root of her clit and nearly screamed with the glorious sensation it gave her. She slid the shaking head up and down her slit, making it circle her cunt mouth.
Her pussy muscles squeezed and shivered, and she put the tip into her wet folds. She felt the way the tool shivered and tickled, the way her cunt seemed to be trying to suck it inside.
She arched and twisted and moaned. The vibrator was shaped like a prick. It was hard like a prick. But it wasn't a prick. It wouldn't squirt sperm into her pussy and flood her tissues. It couldn't rape her tender body, either, because she controlled it and the way it fucked her.
There was no contradiction in what she was doing. A vibrator was not a prick, and, therefore, she could fuck herself with it. Being hot after being raped was not the same as being wildly and shamefully wanton while being raped, and, therefore, it was all right to come as hard and as often as she wanted around the thrusting tool.
She pushed inward. The shivering, shaking shaft slipped up her drenched cunt. Her whole middle seemed to come alive. She vibrated all over. She could feel the tingles reach clear up into the ends of her big-nippled tits.
"Ahhhh, God!" she cried softly.
Her wrist worked back and forth. Her fingers held the base of the tool tightly. She felt the slippery, hot honey run down the shaft and coat the tips of her fingers.
She fucked herself wildly, squeezing her bloated, drenched lips around the shaft at the same time. She let her wet cunt twist all around it and suck inward.
She felt it coming over her-the pulsing, shuddering sensations of orgasm. She fucked her hips up and down, making her pussy slobber and suck at the hard shaft that shook her whole middle into a tingling blob of sensation.
She squeezed and rolled her big tits in her free hand and shoved the vibrator all the way into her cunt. It went so far into her slippery tunnel that her fingertips fucked into her spasming flesh after it.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried, arching wildly, spasming and shaking all over.
She came and came. It seemed that she couldn't come enough. Her pussy muscles clamped and shuddered around the tool, and the base bobbed up and down as the whole shaft began to squirt out backward from her drenched pussy.
She gasped harshly, blinking. That had been a hard one. But it hadn't been enough. She needed more-more!
She slid from the toilet seat onto the carpeted floor. She lifted her knees back to her big tits. Her gold-furred pussy split wide open. The pink meat gleamed with her honey. The vibrator hummed and buzzed and shook in her fingers.
She reached between her split thighs and pointed the tip. She brought it down against her crotch and searched, and then she gasped again when unbelievable sensation charged through her hot body.
"Ohhhh-up my asshole!" she gasped heatedly.
The pointed tip shook. Her anus pulsed and jittered wildly, the puckered mouth spreading open under the slippery point. She thrust her other hand between her thighs and sloshed her fingers through her drenched pussy flesh, rolling her clit, massaging her twat lips, sinking her fingers into her grasping cunt hole.
She pushed the vibrator up her ass slowly, gasping, pausing while her tight anal mouth adjusted to the girth and hardness of the shaking tool.
One day, she was going to get it all the way up her butt. She was going to stretch her asshole open enough to sink the shaft deep. And then, after that, she was going to buy another one and fuck her pussy with it at the same time so that her whole bottom would be vibrated into a jellied blob of orgasming flesh.
"Ah! Ah, God!" she gasped suddenly.
She rolled on the floor and masturbated her pussy wildly. Here was the whole difficulty. She couldn't get more than the tip up her asshole without coming.
"Eeeee, God!" she cried thinly, her legs flying straight up into the air.
Spasms crushed through her until she couldn't move. She lay there with her body splayed open and shuddered, trying to wriggle her fingers in her pussy, trying to fuck the vibrator deeper into her asshole, but unable to.
Her anus spasmed wildly. The slippery tool shot from the tight hole and plopped quietly on the floor, still buzzing, right between her clenched asscheeks.
She went slightly dizzy from the terrible force of her orgasm. It seemed a long time before she was able to clamp her hand over her whole crotch and press inward against her quivering asshole with the tip of her finger while her pussy mouth sucked around her imbedded thumb.
She shook her hand up and down and jiggled out the last shudder possible. Then her legs slowly lowered, her thighs closing around the buzzing, humming tool.
She lay there and panted, her body totally limp and satiated now. After a long while, she reached between her legs and grasped the vibrator and shut it off.
The room became silent. She wondered if Russ had come back into the bedroom and had heard her, if he were lying in bed right now, knowing what she'd done.
But some sixth sense told her he wasn't, and the little twitch of shame went away. She got up slowly and put the tool away and closed the drawer until the next time.
She opened the door. She was glad to see that Russ wasn't in bed. She slipped in and fluffed the pillow under her head and sighed contentedly.
The thought crossed her mind that this was terribly wrong-that there had to be a change. But, right then, she was too satisfied to think about it any more, and she let sleep come over her like a black, velvety fog.
CHAPTER THREE
Russ stood in the dark in the kitchen and sipped at the cold glass of milk gingerly. He felt it spread coolness and balm through his stomach for a moment. Then he belched sourly and waited before taking another sip and a small bite of a cracker.
He wasn't satisfied. Not worth a damn. That had been one of the worst times. They seemed to be getting worse and worse. Or maybe he'd reached that point where he just couldn't tolerate it any more-the point where it ate on him, chewed him up inside, dissolved the tissues of his paining stomach.
Something was happening to him. There wasn't any question of that. He was sure he had a hell of a good ulcer going. There were other symptoms. He was getting nasty-downright cynical and uncivil and bitchy, and he'd always been an easy-going guy.
His balls hurt most of the time. His lower back ached with dull, irritating throbs. There were times when his heartbeat went all to hell and made him suck air like a beached fish. His ears rang, and his head pounded half the time.
He was becoming a physical wreck, and he was just too goddamn young to be in that kind of shape. That was why he'd made the clinic appointment. He was going to find out what the years of being married to Janet had done to him, and then he was going to make a big decision on what to do about it.
He'd thought about getting a girl to be his mistress. He'd even started something with one. But he'd felt too shabby after the first wild fuck with her to go on with it.
Being unfaithful went against his grain. Besides, there was something about doing that that amounted to giving up on Janet, and that sat wrong with him too.
He sighed and took another sip of milk. The same argument held for divorce-giving up. Strangely, he loved Janet still. He felt sorry for her, too. He felt a certain duty to try to get her over her shame and guilt and make her be normal again.
He knew the potential was there. She was certainly sexy enough. Like tonight. Hell, she thought he didn't know what she did in that bathroom all the time. He knew.
Once, while listening to her buzz that vibrator and squeal out an orgasm, he'd nearly bashed down the door with his cock in his hand and fucked her wet, hot pussy.
But that would have solved nothing. It would just have been the same story over again. Another rape. Any headway-if he'd made any at all in these long years with her-would be wiped away immediately. That was why he didn't just rape the shit out of her during times like tonight.
He'd felt the urge tonight. Too strongly to suit him-which was another reason he was going to have to make a decision soon. The urge was getting too strong to hold back much longer.
It would have been so easy just now to cram his cock into her pussy and rape her wildly, blasting into her, pulling out, fucking his hard, wet prick up her ass, then fucking her big tits and her mouth and her pussy again.
Forcing her-making her come. Pummeling her ripe body with such an attack of sensations that she wouldn't be able to help herself. But then he'd be no better than the bastards who had put her in this state to begin with.
He held the glass and stared into the darkness and remembered the night. He'd fallen hard for her, and they'd been going together about a month. He'd driven her to a spot at the lake for a little necking and maybe something more, although he'd respected her desire to keep her cherry for her husband. Since he'd intended to be her husband, he hadn't stopped trying. In fact, he was almost ready to talk seriously about their getting married.
Four of them had surrounded the car. He'd known them-known of them. Mean bastards. The moment the first voice had grated through the window, he'd known what was going to happen to Janet and her prized cherry.
He tried to resist. But one punch in the stomach had let him know what he would be beaten senseless, maybe to death, for no reason, with no help to Janet.
It had been frustrating, having to watch, being powerless. It had also been perversely stimulating to see the way she came and hear how she babbled mindlessly for more-more prick, more sperm, more heat. When one of them had offered to let him fuck her too, he'd been very close to doing it.
Instead, he'd been made to watch. And now he was intimately entwined with her shame and guilt. And he felt compelled to help her over it to make amends for being so helpless at the time.
He drank the last of the milk and put the glass silently on the counter. His stomach was nearly calmed now. He thought of going back into the bedroom and then hesitated.
Janet might not be finished masturbating. The thought made him conscious of his cock. It was still hard as iron, still thrusting up inside his pajamas, throbbing with need.
He wrapped his hand around it and felt a quick rush of sensation. That fuck had been totally unsatisfying.
He was just giving thought to jacking off too, when he heard a feminine titter from the porch. He released his prick quickly, and then he recognized that it had been Penny's voice.
She wasn't watching her father hold his prick in the dark kitchen. She was still out there with Bert, her girl friend's brother. Russ felt mild irritation. He'd told them to break it up a long time ago. When he'd told Janet their daughter was home, he'd simply not mentioned that she was on the porch with Bert because he knew how Janet would take that one.
He moved through the dark kitchen into the living room and toward the glass doors. He stopped, standing in darkness. He could just see them in the moonlight huddled together on the porch couch, whispering softly and intimately.
He watched them come together and kiss passionately. He saw Bert's hand slide around Penny's waist and then move to her hip. Penny squirmed with obvious heat.
Russ swallowed. He felt his prick throb, still stiff as iron. He watched the hand slide down and cup his daughter's round, firm, pert ass, and he heard the sigh of passion that escaped her lips.
Russ leaned against his easy chair, more for support than anything, when he saw Penny's thighs part slightly and Bert's hand slide around toward her pussy.
"Ohhhh, don't, Bert-you mustn't..." Penny gasped excitedly, her voice a trembling whisper.
"Why not, honey? It'll make you feel good-all over."
"Because I-ohhhh, I just can't, Bert. Don't make me. Don't force me. You should never force a girl."
He made a thick sound and kissed her again. His hand slid up her stomach toward her big tits, and he cupped one of them, fondling it fully.
"How about here, then?" he asked. "You like me to play with your tits. You said so yesterday, remember?"
"Ohhhh, God ..." Penny shivered, arching her spine, pushing her tit into his hand openly, then drawing back again. "Oh, stop making me feel all tingly inside, Bert-it isn't right!"
Russ felt around the chair and positioned himself and sat in it, feeling oddly limp and sad. There-right there on the porch-was another difficulty with leaving Janet.
She was warping Penny with her ideas about sex. The conversation proved it. Penny was hot right now, just as she should be, just as it was normal and healthy for her to be.
She wanted to have her tits felt and her ass squeezed and her sweet pussy tickled until she squirmed with bliss. But she didn't dare yield to her desires right now, because Janet had taught her that it was wrong, wicked, the path to personal disaster.
Russ sighed again, holding his hand to his stomach, hoping it wouldn't act up again. He knew he couldn't divorce Janet and leave Penny to her warped influence. He knew he couldn't just lose by default.
And yet, there came a point when his own life mattered most, too. A point when there had to be a change.
Penny moaned again, a shuddery sound, full of excitement and tingling. Russ stopped the circular hopelessness of his thinking and watched again. Any feeling of shame for spying on his daughter was overpowered by the need to see where this would lead. There was a chance that Penny's nature would win out over Janet's dire warnings. What happened out there would help him with his own decision.
"Ohhhh, Bert-that feels so good ..." Penny moaned.
There was a wet sound. Bert's face was against Penny's chest. Her blouse was lifted high. He sucked the end of her big, fresh, young tit between his lips and made the wet sound again.
She arched her spine. She shoved the end of her tit more deeply between his lips. Her thighs scissored up and down and gave her sweet pussy a glorious massage.
"Oh, Penny-you've got fantastic tits!" Bert gasped, coming up for air. "I love sucking your tits! I love feeling them. Honey, I love everything about you!"
His hand slid along her thighs, over her short shorts, and it curled around her twat boldly.
"Ahhhh!" Penny cried gaspingly, her whole body arching like a strung bow.
Her pussy lifted high. Her buttocks lifted from the seat of the couch. Her thighs sprang open for a moment, while his hand slipped up and down on the outside of her shorts, and she gasped repeatedly, her naked tit thrusting whitely in the moonlight.
Her thighs clamped around his hand, squeezing tightly. Her hips twisted back and forth as if she were trying to free her steaming twat from his tingling touch.
She pulled her blouse down over her bare tit and gasped, beginning to push at him. He lowered his face to hers and sought for her lips and found them. They kissed deeply, and she stopped squirming, gasping again when they broke apart.
"Honey-honey, what's the matter with you? You like me to feel your pussy and suck your tits. You know you do! Why are you fighting it so hard?"
"It's wrong, Bert!" Penny gasped. "You'll end up trying to . . . I'm not supposed to want you to ... oh, Bert-stop moving your finger up and down my pussy slit! Please stop ..."
His hand was still between her thighs. Apparently, he kept his middle finger moving gently, making it circle over her young, straining clit, giving her constant stimulation.
Russ found that he'd leaned forward in the chair and was squinting, trying to make out what was happening in the dim light. His cock was throbbing and erect, jutting from the gap in his pajamas.
When he noticed that, he looked down at it and licked his lips. Fine father, he thought. He should be charging out there to break it up. He should be chasing the horny bastard away from his daughter.
But it would be ridiculous for him to rush out there following his straining cock. Besides, there was a growing feeling in him that most would regard as horribly perverted.
He was rooting for Bert. He was actually hoping his daughter would get fucked! He gripped his cock in his hand and squeezed it and watched harder.
"Penny-honey . . . you're supposed to want me to fuck you!" Bert gasped, drilling against her clit with the tip of his finger. "Where'd you get such screwy ideas?"
"Oh! Oh, what you said!" Penny gasped.
"I said fuck!" Bert gasped heatedly. "You want to fuck right now, honey, I can tell. You're squirming all around, and your pussy's all wet. I can feel the slippery juice coming through your panties and shorts. Ohhhh, my cock's throbbing, Penny! It wants to fuck too!"
"Oh, God-God . . . don't talk that way, Bert!" Penny whimpered, tossing her head back and forth, making her thighs squeeze and scissor around his hand again.
"Feel it, honey-just feel my cock," he said, taking her hand.
He put it in his lap, opening his thighs for her. He placed her hand over his stiff rod and moved it around, and Penny gasped again and again.
But her fingers squeezed and felt. He didn't really have to hold her hand there any more. It was the first hard prick she'd ever felt, and the touch was thrilling and scary.
"Ohhhh, it's so big, Bert!"
"Not too big, sweetie," he grinned heatedly. "It'll fit just right in your sweet, wet pussy!"
"No-no!" she cried, yanking her hand away. "You can't fuck me, Bert! I won't let you fuck me! I don't want you to fuck me!"
"All right, honey, all right," Bert gasped, grabbing her quickly, preventing her from jumping up from the couch with her sudden outburst. "We won't fuck, Penny. I promise we won't. But-ohhh, God ... I need to come, honey! My cock aches! My balls are like throbbing rocks, and they hurt!"
He leaned back and groaned with agony, cupping his hand to his crotch. Now that he'd released her, Penny was free to jump up and run into the house. But she didn't.
She hovered over him, watching him, seeing the agony in his face. She looked at his hand and the way it moved up and down the front of his pants, stroking his stiff, pulsing cock.
"Oh, Bert..." she moaned. "Honey, what's the matter? Are you sick? Bert-tell me what to do!"
"Make me come, Penny," he pleaded.
She looked at him. She licked her lips. She watched his hand move up and down over his crotch and massage his bursting cock. He looked in pain. His voice had been more urgent and imploring than she'd ever heard it.
"I. . . Bert, I-don't know . . . what to do," she stammered.
His hand stopped. His voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'll show you, honey," he said.
He sat up. He put his hands on her shoulders. He made her lean back, slouching, her legs in front of her and parted. He kissed her passionately. He cupped her tit and squeezed it and rolled the pointed end in his palm until she moaned.
"Ohhhh, Bert," she gasped. "Will feeling my tit make you come, honey? Ohhhh, feel it all you want!"
He smiled at her. He dipped his head and kissed the end of her tit, sucking the stiff, jutting nipple between his lips, rolling the sweet, rubbery nub with his tongue.
His hand passed down her flat young tummy to the tops of her shorts. Penny couldn't help arching her hips upward slightly in anticipation of the touch of his hand on her pussy again.
But his fingers pried into the waist of her shorts and reached for the sparse golden fur over her young mound before she knew what had happened.
"Ohhhh, Bert!" she gasped, shuddering and twisting. "Don't fuck me, Bert!"
"I'm not, honey-I promise I won't! Not unless .. . unless you want. . . ohhhh, what a sweet mound, Penny! What soft, wet cunt lips!"
"Bert! You're touching my pussy!" Penny gasped, pushing up against his hand and drawing away from it at the same time, her emotions mixed and confused.
"I'm going to show you how to come, honey," he breathed heatedly. "Haven't you ever come before?"
"I don't... no!" she gasped. "Ohhh, your finger! It makes me tingle all over, Bert! What are you doing to me? Ohhh, God!"
"That's your clit, honey. See how good it feels?" He stroked the stretching little organ, and Penny melted forward on the couch, resting her round buttocks on the edge and opening her thighs more.
When he started undoing the fastenings on her shorts, she put her hand over his as if to stop him, then followed his movement down with the zipper.
She gasped and whimpered as he worked shorts and panties down her hips. She even lifted her butt from the edge of the couch, and then her sweet, virginal pussy was bare and lifted and open.
Russ was still watching from the chair in the living room. His eyes bulged from his head at the sight of his daughter's sweet cunt. His prick throbbed heavily, still towering up from his lap.
He licked his lips and made a soft, husky sound in his throat. He felt his heart pound with illicit excitement. Her body was as ripe and full as her mother's.
Several emotions went through him at once. There was a moment of unreal memory, as if he'd seen this sight once before, sixteen years ago, the first time he'd seen Janet's pussy bared by hands that pulled down her panties and spread her thighs and fondled her pussy.
He felt pure desire for the sight of this young woman's lush body as he ran his eyes over the thrust of her naked, pointing tit, heaving with each breath she took.
It was the first time he'd thought of Penny as a woman ready for fucking, ready to be covered and penetrated to her depths by a throbbing, full cock. A woman, instead of his young daughter. The awareness made his prick pound heavily with need.
And he watched her naked twat lift up and down and shudder with heat against the fingers stroking and fondling it, when a terrible, base thought echoed through his head and made him dizzy.
Fuck her! Don't play with her pussy, you ass-fuck her!
He gripped his horny cock and stared breath�lessly, waiting to see it happen, wanting to know that she would accept a cock willingly into her virginal body and love every moment of every stroke!
"Ohhhh, Bert!" Penny gasped, tossing her head back and forth. "It feels so good-so good! Ohhh, don't fuck me, Bert-but don't stop tickling my pussy, either!"
"I won't, honey, I won't!" Bert gasped. "Oh, God-what a sweet, warm, wet cunt! I love it! Oh, Penny-I'm going to make you come, aren't I? I can feel your lips all bloated, all wet-sucking at my fingers! I can feel every little quiver of your pussy mouth and how hot and excited it is! Ohhhh, baby-my cock ... let me just put the tip of my cock against your wet, slippery pussy meat!"
He worked frantically in his lap, unzipping his fly. His prick sprang forth, stiff and pulsing mightily, a drop of oil already gleaming at the blazing tip.
He held his dick with one hand and her wet twat with the other, and he started to roll his hips over against hers to mount her.
Penny stared down at her first cock and gasped. The warm tube rubbed against the side of her hip. The tip nosed through her pussy curls and brushed over the end of her burning, throbbing clit, seeking the slit between the silken folds of her cunt lips.
Fuck her, Bert-fuck her open and let her love it!
"Ohhhh, God-God!" Penny wailed, clutching his cock in her trembling fingers. "Don't fuck me, Bert! You promised!"
Bert rolled back. His prick jerked and pounded in her hand. He groaned with that sound of agony again.
"Penny- I've got to come!" he shuddered.
"Suck my cock off! Ohhhh, wrap your sweet lips around my prick and French me until I come!"
No, sir! Russ cried inwardly, nearly springing from the chair, stiff cock in his hand or not. The young bastard wasn't going to introduce her to sex that way! Not his daughter! That would turn her off before she started, and she would be certain her mother had been right.
"Ohhhh, Bert! Bert! I feel all funny! Some�thing's happening to me, Bert! Ohhh, don't stop tickling my pussy! God, I tingle all over! Ah! Ahhhh!"
She arched. Her hips tossed. Her big tits swelled. Her mouth fell open .with shock, and her eyes stared. Her legs stiffened in front of her, and her pussy mouth sucked and quivered with wet sounds in the still night.
To his credit, Bert turned his attention to her and massaged her whole twat vigorously; sliding his finger up and down her slippery, sodden slit, rolling it across her pulsing button.
"Yaaaagh!" Penny cried, her virginal body whipping up and down with orgasm.
Her thighs parted widely. She gave her fresh pussy over to his masturbating hand and came hard against it, juice pouring from her slippery hole and bathing his fingers.
At the same time, her fingers clenched and released and tightened again around his hard cock. Her arm jerked up and down with reflexive quivers from her first orgasm, and she got her second surprise.
"Ah!" Bert gasped. "God, here it comes, Penny! Ohhh, wonderful, wonderful!. Jack me harder! Here it-ahhhhgh!"
His hips arched upward. His prick fucked into her hand and pulsed vibrantly, the head swelling, the big eye opening. Penny was still shivering with virginal waves as she looked down at his trembling prick that had become so wildly alive.
She yipped with surprise when a stream of sperm jetted powerfully from the tip and flooded over her hand and her thigh. It was warm and syrupy, so exciting that another shiver swept through her hot body and made her moan.
The stuff kept spurting from his prick. Gob after gob, soaking her. She smelled the mustiness, the heady scent. She felt it trickle over her skin, down the side of her hip, into her pussy hair.
She heard his moan of release and felt the way he sagged back against the couch. A look of bliss came to his face, and she knew he wasn't in pain and agony any more.
She felt good herself-fresh and tingling and spirited. She leaned over and kissed Bert heatedly on the mouth, her hand pumping up and down his slippery, drenched shaft. If she made him come again, then he'd feel even better, and he wouldn't be sore for not letting him fuck her.
"Ahhh-enough!" Bert gasped, reaching for her hand. His cock swelled redly with the additional stimulation, feeling ready to burn off at the root.
"What's the matter, Bert?" Penny asked with worry. "Wasn't it any good for you? Didn't I jack you right? Don't you want to come again, honey?"
He gasped. He looked at her and shook his head with disbelief. He couldn't believe she was so naive. A girl of fifteen just had to know more than she was letting on she knew.
"You gotta wait a minute, Penny," he gasped, lifting her hand from his flaming prick. "A guy can't bang them off one after the other like that."
She tipped her head. "Oh? Then why did I? I came twice, Bert. I could feel it. Maybe three times, I'm not sure."
"Well, yeah-you're a girl. Girls do that."
"You mean I could come again-right now?"
"Sure," he grinned.
"Then do it!" she whispered urgently. "I loved it!" s He sat up, moaning. He gripped his cock and shook it slightly.
"I'll bet I could come again if I fucked you this time. In fact, I know I could, baby."
She drew back, closing her spread pussy slightly. "No," she said, her voice rather chilly.
"Come on, baby-it'll really send you. Getting your pussy rubbed is nothing compared to a hard cock drilling into you."
He moved against her. He tried to push her down onto her back on the couch and climb over her and fuck his hot cock into her virginal pussy. His prick jerked stiffly at the thought of what it would be like inside her now that she'd come and gotten herself sopping wet with cunt honey.
Penny hesitated. She chewed on her lower lip with indecision, in a gesture resembling her mother's. Russ sat forward on the edge of the living room chair again, holding his cock hard and feeling the way it was nearly bursting with heat.
Would she do it? Would his daughter let herself be fucked?
"Bert, stop," Penny said firmly. "No!"
She pushed at him with a straight arm, closing her legs tightly. She scooted away from him and quickly drew her panties and shorts up over her butt cheeks without working the zipper and buttons, just holding them against her young body while she looked defiantly at him.
Bert shrugged finally, giving up the chase for now. "I don't get it, Penny," he whispered. "You liked everything else. You came like hell, didn't you? Jeez, I fingered your twat all over. What difference does it make now if I fuck it with my prick?"
Penny held her head stiffly and spoke like a real martyr. "Mother didn't say anything about a boy making me come, but she said plenty about they'd want to fuck me. She was right, Bert. I didn't think you'd be like that, but you are. It's all you want. It's all you talk about. You'd do anything to get your-your hard cock into my virginal pussy! Oh!"
She nearly sobbed. Her disappointment in him was shattering. She stood by the side of the couch and looked at him until he licked his lips and held up his hands in a helpless gesture of apology for his blunder.
"I'm sorry, Penny," he whispered. "I thought-I just thought you wanted to, that's all."
"You'd better go, Bert. I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah-yeah, all right, Penny," he said, stuffing his wet prick into his pants and zipping them. He made a motion toward her, and she stepped back. "Hey, honey-don't be sore. I won't try it again. I promise."
"Good night, Bert," she said coolly.
He sighed heavily and turned and let himself through the screen door of the porch. Penny didn't move until the sound of his steps on the damp grass was gone.
Russ continued to sit in the chair and watch his daughter. He couldn't help it. She looked so much like Janet and sounded so much like her just then that his heart nearly quit beating.
A great sadness filled him. Janet had gotten to her after all. Now he didn't know what he was going to do.
Then, before he could gather himself together and slip through the darkness, Penny turned and raced toward the glass doors, still holding her shorts up around her hips with her hand. She sobbed softly as she passed through the opening. She stopped short with a gasp and stared right at him, seeing his dark shape in the darkness of the room.
"Daddy!" she whispered. "Daddy, you were watching!" She stood indecisively, not knowing whether to be outraged or ashamed. Then she made a small sound and rushed toward him, falling to her knees in front of the chair and hugging her head to his lap.
Russ didn't even think. The press of her firm, warm tit against his hard prick didn't even register on his mind. He was suddenly all father, and his arms became full of the sobbing, whimpering flesh of his daughter's young body.
"Oh, Daddy-I feel so awful! What am I going to do, Daddy? Daddy, I wanted him to fuck me! I did, Daddy! I wanted him to!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The breath came slowly from Russ's nostrils as he cupped his daughter's head to his stomach and held her comfortingly. Maybe-just maybe-her warm nature would win out over her mother's perversion of it after all.
"I'm glad, Penny," he said softly.
She lifted her head and looked at him through the darkness. "Daddy? Oh, Daddy-you're glad?"
"Of course, honey. It's natural to want to be fucked by a boy's stiff prick. You're supposed to want to feel it sliding into your warm body and stroking there. Haven't you ever heard of this thing about the birds and the bees?"
"Yes, but. . . Mommy's been telling me I shouldn't ever let a boy fuck me. She says if I do, then ..."
"Honey, listen to me," Russ said, holding the sides of her face in his hands. "Your mother-has a problem with sex. I-I shouldn't be telling you this, Penny, but you're at the age now where you've got to know."
"Know what, Daddy?" she asked solemnly, snuggling deeper between her father's knees, still unaware of the fact that her full, cone-shaped tits were pressed around his stiff cock, enveloping it totally and softly in the warm pillows.
"Your mother had a bad experience when she was about your age, honey. She hasn't gotten over it yet. She doesn't want the same thing to happen to you, that's all. But she's convinced it will if you have anything to do with boys at all, if you give it half a chance to happen."
"What, Daddy?" Penny asked tremblingly.
"She-she was raped. By four boys at once. I was there. I had to watch. I couldn't stop them, and she blames me for permitting it to happen."
"Against four of them, Daddy? That's unfair!"
"There's more to it, honey. They worked her over, fucking her everywhere, until she was babbling with lust and wanted more. She's been ashamed of that ever since. She's felt guilty for enjoying it, just the way she's tried to make you feel guilty about ever wanting to be fucked. And every time I approach her, she doesn't-she won't..."
He licked his lips. He felt unable to say the words. His cock throbbed between his daughter's firm young tits, and the single motion said more than a thousand words.
Penny felt it. She became aware of his stiff prick for the first time. Her eyes widened with comprehension, and her soft lips parted with a silent gasp.
"Oh, Daddy ..." she whispered.
She drew back slightly, removing the soft mounds from around his cock. She looked down at the thrusting rod, able to see only a hint of something poking up there in the dim light. She reached out with her hand, a tentative motion.
Her fingers touched his prick and felt the hardness of it, the springy rigidity, the trembling pulses running through it. She gasped softly again, then looked at his face, as if to see the expression of agony in it that she'd seen in Bert's.
"Oh, Daddy-your prick is so hard!" she whispered breathily. "Daddy, do you-ache all over right now?"
"Yes, honey," he whispered back, sucking in his breath. "Oh, God, I've ached all over for sixteen years, Penny!"
She wrapped her fingers gently around her father's straining cock. The touch was one of love and innocence and compassion all rolled into one.
There was a sudden swelling inside her, an opening up, as if she were experiencing the first real manifestations of power that her ripe, womanly body would be capable of.
It was a power she had never felt before. She'd exercised it just a little while ago with Bert, but she hadn't recognized it-or the potential of it.
Right now, with her father, she did. It was a power she had that would grow as she matured even more. A power that could be used to subdue and humiliate and punish, the way her mother used it. Or it was a power that could bring happiness and love and goodness.
"Daddy-don't ache," she said softly.
"I can't help it, Penny!" he cried.
"I can. I can help it, Daddy," she said huskily.
Her fingers tightened around his shaft. They squeezed softly, then relaxed, then squeezed again. She did more. She felt his cock throb and pulse in her grip and became thrillingly aware of the power in her, and she began sliding her hand up and down his trembling, thrusting shaft.
"Penny ..." Russ gasped, gripping the arms of the chair.
"I'll make it so that you don't ache, Daddy," she said, a warm, sweet smile coming to her lips.
"Penny-cut it out," he rasped.
"Don't make me stop, Daddy. I don't want to. I love you, and I don't want you to have to ache any more. Not in your balls or your hard prick or anywhere. Is this why your tummy's always upset, Daddy? Why you always have headaches?"
"Yes," he groaned, unable to keep from shifting his hips and fucking his prick deeper into his daughter's gentle, stroking hand.
"Oh, Daddy-I'm so glad you watched me tonight! I'm so glad your prick was hard and ready! It's going to be wonderful, Daddy! We can keep each other from aching now!"
He gasped aloud. He looked through the darkness with wide eyes and saw the warm, sweet, innocent smile on his daughter's face. His prick throbbed heavily in her jacking hand.
Beads of sweat burst out and stood on his forehead with the quick realization of what was happening. What madness had let him allow her to start jacking his prick!
This was his daughter!
Not only was she bringing him to a state of high excitement, she was talking about being a replacement for her mother!
"Penny!" he gasped, ripping his fingers from the arm of the chair, which he had been clutching hard enough to make the wood frame splinter. "Penny, stop-right now!"
He put his hand over hers and forced her motion to quit. His cock bucked and pulsed wildly, and he could feel his balls moving up and down between his thighs. He tried to close his legs and squeeze her firm, curving body from between them.
"No, Daddy-I won't stop! I don't want to stop! I want to rub your prick up and down until you spurt out stuff all over my hand, just the way Bert did. I want to watch your face go happy and your body relax all over. I want to make you feel good all over, Daddy-don't stop me!"
"Penny, so ..." he choked. "Honey, you're my daughter! I can't let you ... we shouldn't be . .. ohhhh, Penny, honey, you don't know what you're doing!"
"You sound just like her now, Daddy," Penny said solemnly. "And you just told me how natural and right it was to like sex. Has she gotten you all messed up too, Daddy?"
He sucked in his breath again and again. He tried to say something, but he couldn't. Whatever he said would sound hypocritical and absurd.
His prick wouldn't stop pulsing and bucking in her fingers. How could he pretend he didn't like what she was doing? And how could he deny that he wasn't all screwed up inside from his relationship with Janet? How could he pretend he didn't need what his sweet daughter was offering him?
"Ohhhh, Penny-you've got to stop, honey," he moaned again, protesting the way he knew he must.
His hand tightened around hers. He nearly gave in. And then a burst of pride and righteousness went through him as he unwrapped her fingers from his hard shaft.
He could have saved himself the moral agony. Penny had two hands and determination. She used them. She did something else, too.
"Daddy, please!" she cried softly. "Help me grow up, Daddy! Help me learn! Let me know what to do and what to expect so that I'll never be as vulnerable as Mommy was!"
She held his prick erect. She stared at the broad, pulsing tip. She licked her lips and parted them. Then she dipped her head, kissing the moist, soft glans with her full lips.
"Ahhhh, no! Penny-no!" Russ cried, jerking his head back, his hips arching up involuntarily.
Bert had wanted her to suck his cock. The suggestion must have stayed in her mind, for she opened her mouth wide and plunged the warm, wet cavern of it down over his cock.
"Ahhhhgh!" he growled, clapping his hands to the side of her head, trying to summon the will to push her away.
Her tongue swirled around the bottom of his shaft. Her lips compressed around the thick, throbbing tube. She stripped his prick with them, lifting her head and then plunging it back down again, taking his cock all the way into her mouth as if she'd been sucking pricks for years and years.
She gagged once when the spongy prickhead bumped the back of her throat, but then she adjusted to it, learning very fast how to suck her father's full prick.
"Penny! God, honey-don't..." he choked.
He couldn't push her away. His hands rode up and down with the bobbing of her head. It was the first freely given sex he'd had since that time so long ago when he'd thought about a mistress. Eleven years? Twelve?
Something caught in him. He knew suddenly that it was too late to turn back. He was going to have to come now. Not yet, but soon.
But not in his daughter's mouth. No, he'd let her bring him to the point of coming, and then he'd push her mouth away and jack himself off while she watched.
"Mmmm-nnnnh!" Penny moaned heatedly.
She twisted her head slightly, looking up at him, her cheek stuffed with the shaft of his prick. There was a questioning look on her face, as if to ask him how she was doing.
"Ohhhh, you sweet baby," Russ moaned caressing her cheek, feeling the motion of his hand against his pulsing cockhead. "It's wonderful, Penny-just wonderful!"
She smiled somehow around his thick shaft and went back to bobbing her head rapidly. Her tongue licked down the underside of his cock and then stripped back up again, a tight, thrilling motion that made him groan heatedly.
She jacked his root with her hand at the same time she sucked him, and he tightened his hands around her head. It wasn't going to be long, now-not long at all.
"Penny!" he gasped suddenly, his hips lifting involuntarily. "Honey, take your mouth away! Baby, I'm going to come! Sweetie, you're going to make your daddy come!"
He gasped. He tossed. He pushed at her head, but her neck stiffened. Her tongue swirled over his prickhead and drilled into the big eye and fluttered over the most sensitive spot.
"Ah! Ahhhhgh!" he cried. "God, honey-stop sucking! I'm coming! Penny! Ohhhh, Penny, here it-yaaaagh!"
His fingers tightened around her head. He pulled forward, destroying all his fine plans, fucking her mouth fully down over his bursting prick.
His balls pumped and heaved. His prick swelled and erupted. Sperm jetted from the tip in a hot stream, hosing into his daughter's virginal mouth, bubbling down her throat.
She swallowed reflexively, drinking down his squirting cum. He yelled and shook, twisting in the chair, feeling her pointed tits boring into his thighs, feeling her swallowing throat squeezing and clamping around his cockhead and making him blaze with heat.
His emotions soared. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. An orgasm he hadn't had to beg for. One given him, not by his wife, but by his sweet, loving, tender daughter!
"Ahhhh, God!" he cried with a final gasp.
His prick bucked and swelled. The last bit of sperm bubbled from his shaft into her mouth, and she drank that way too, still sucking, seeming to want even more.
He fell back limply in the chair, his prick blazing. He moaned with a pleading sound and pushed gently at her head. It took her a moment to realize that he was finished and that continued sucking and licking gave more sensation than he could endure.
She slipped her mouth from his prick. She smiled up at him. Cum shone whitely at the corners of her lips, and she licked it away.
"Ohhhh, Daddy-you look so happy now!" she cried. "So relaxed and happy! And that makes me happy, Daddy!"
"Penny-honey . . . you shouldn't have! Ohhh, my God, what have I done!"
"You've come in my mouth, Daddy. You've let me drink your sperm down. You've shown me what it's like to suck a spurting cock. You've let me taste and feel and know, Daddy!"
She stood up quickly, still between his parted knees. She reached to her waist and caught the hem of her blouse in her fingers. She yanked the garment upward, stripping it off her chest, away from her head and long, blond hair, baring her tits.
The big cones jiggled and swayed firmly. The nipples were fully distended, spiking from the pointed ends. She cupped the firm cones with her hands and squeezed them hard, moaning with terrible, virginal heat.
"Ohhh, Daddy-I'm so hot now!" she cried softly.
He stared at her. He blinked. He strained to sit up, commanding his tired, totally relaxed muscles to respond.
"Penny-what are you doing, honey?" he gasped.
"Oh, Daddy-I'm so hot now!" she cried.
She pushed her shorts and panties down over her hips and round, tight buttocks with one sweep of her hands. She stepped out of them and stood between his legs with her thighs slightly parted.
She passed her hand over her young, virginal pussy, ruffling the blond curls over her mound, pulling at them, making her cunt lips bloat with the stimulation.
Russ stared straight ahead at his daughter's nude body. His eyes flicked over her curving hips, her firm, tapering thighs, the pinch of her waist.
He looked at her sweet, pink-lipped pussy and could see the glimmer of slippery juice between her petals. The scent of her fresh cunt wafted to him and made him groan.
"Ohhhh, Penny-honey ..." he gasped.
"Oh, Daddy! I loved sucking your prick off and swallowing down your cum! Now I'm going to love opening my pussy wide to it and sucking it up into my body and drinking up your sperm with my cunt mouth!"
"Penny, no! ..." he moaned.
His daughter was not to be denied. She lifted one leg and then the other, draping them over the arms of the chair. Her sweet, virginal pussy split wide open under his gaze.
He looked at the pink folds, the slippery sheen coating them. He could see the tight, virginal mouth, quivering with heat and readiness. And he could see the hint of her ragged-holed cherry just inside the slick tunnel.
Her tits jiggled firmly on her chest as she scooted closer to him, and he looked at her big nipples, seeing the way they were taut and rubbery with passion.
She balanced herself precariously and reached between her thighs, gasping. She took hold of his cock and lifted it toward her virginal cunt hole.
"Ohhhh, teach me about fucking now, Daddy!" she whimpered.
"No-no!" Russ cried weakly. "Penny, I won't fuck you! I won't fuck my own daughter! Honey, no... '
He bucked upward with a gasp suddenly. She pulled on his prick again and made the flaming head sweep through her slippery, hot cunt folds.
"Ohhh, Daddy-that felt good!" she gasped. "Daddy-get hard again! Please get hard again and fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!"
Russ gasped again and again. The realization dawned on him then that his prick was limp.
He couldn't believe it. His prick never went limp right after coming. Maybe it was because he was never really satisfied after fucking Janet. Or maybe it was because he was perpetually horny despite fucking her. But his cock never went limp.
Now it was, and his daughter was pulling at it with her slim hand, trying to stuff it up into the spread mouth of her virginal pussy.
He was aware at the same time that he'd never felt more relaxed and satisfied in years and years. His whole middle felt alive and tingling. His balls didn't ache. Even his stomach was calm, and his constant headache seemed to have vanished.
The message was clear. All he needed to restore his well-being was a good, satisfying fuck now and then-from someone who gave willingly and unselfishly, from someone who would let him pour out his bottled-up sperm and tensions.
His daughter had done all that just now-his sweet daughter! He owed her now-anything she wanted. Anything at all. . .
Except to fuck her virginal pussy open.
He gasped. He felt tingling go all through his prick as she pulled and jacked at it and rubbed the flaming cockhead through her hot, satiny folds, but his cock just wouldn't stiffen.
He couldn't do it. To let his daughter jack and suck his cock off and swallow his cum was bad enough. To fuck her was perversion beyond his capacity.
"Ohhhh, Daddy-what's the matter?" Penny cried softly, looking at him pleadingly as she tugged at his limp prick. "Don't you love me, Daddy? Don't I make you hot? Daddy, I'm burning up! I want to come! I want to feel your hard prick up my pussy! Ohhh, fuck me, Daddy-fuck me!"
He wrapped his arms around her slim, youthful waist and pulled her against him. His hands wrapped around her full buttocks. Her tits pillowed against his face, the rubbery nipple of one prodding at his lips.
"Sweetie, I can't!" he cried. "It isn't right! I can't fuck my own daughter, honey, don't you understand?"
"But I'm so hot, Daddy!" she nearly sobbed, agony beginning to consume her.
He knew what that felt like. God, he knew. He couldn't leave her in the frustrated state Janet always left him. He had to do something for her. Something . . .
His fingers curled around her tight young asscheeks. They dipped into the deep cleft between them. His fingertips traced up and down her crack, sweeping lightly over the little puckered mouth of her virginal asshole.
"Ahhh, Daddy!" Penny gasped, arching against him, shoving her big tits into his face.
He nuzzled the firm cones. He couldn't help doing it as he stretched his arms and curled them more about her hips and ass, reaching farther under her split crotch. He felt the wetness draining from her seeping, quivering pussy. And then he felt the silky tissues themselves, pulsing and hot at her cunt mouth.
"Oh! Ohhh, Daddy! God, touch me!" she cried heatedly.
He rimmed her vaginal opening and made her squirm. He kneaded the fleshy petals of her cunt lips, massaging the wet, satiny flesh. He found her pussy mouth and pressed down against her big cunt muscle, and his thumb throbbed up and down with the answering pulsations of contraction.
"Ah! Daddy! God, it feels so good!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, shove your finger up my pussy, Daddy! Fuck me with your finger at least, if you won't do it with your prick!"
He fitted the broad tip into her virginal hole. He heard her squeal thinly and felt her vaginal muscles suck and pull. Juice gushed from her virginal tunnel and bathed his finger until the slippery, thick syrup trickled down his palm.
Somehow-he wasn't quite sure how-her throbbing, spiked nipple slipped between his lips. Once it was there, he sucked on it without reservation, drawing the whole end of her pointed tit into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the rubbery, sweet spike and drew hard with his lips.
"Ahhhh, Daddy!" Penny groaned, clutching the back of his head, arching her spine to shove her tit more deeply into his mouth.
Her pussy shivered and weaved with the motions of her hips. She made it circle and go up and down around the tip of his finger. She got too wild, and the first joint slipped up her silky, oiled hole too far.
"Ah!" she yipped sharply.
Russ jerked his hand back, unwilling to cherry her with his damn finger. "Penny-I'm going to hurt you this way!" he gasped, sucking his mouth from her full tit.
"Daddy-don't stop! Ohhh, don't stop! I want to come! I have to come! I was nearly there, Daddy! Ohhhh, I don't care if you pop my cherry or not, Daddy! As long as you make me come! Ahhhh, I want your prick-your prick!"
She reached into his lap between her legs and grabbed his cock, pulling and tugging on it, lifting the head toward her cunt again.
"Daddy-it's hard! Your prick's hard enough to fuck my pussy now! Ohhhh, do it, Daddy-do it! Fuck me with your cock!" she cried wildly.
She squirmed all around, flexing her thighs over the arms of the chair and making her whole bottom heave up and down. Russ felt his prickhead slide through the slippery, satiny lips of his daughter's virginal pussy. It caught in her vaginal mouth for just a moment and then shot upward through her silky gap, rippling over her distended, throbbing clit, then stabbing upward into her belly.
"Ahhhh, God!" Penny cried. "Fuck me, fuck me! Make me come!"
Russ's prick throbbed heavily in his daughter's hand. His glans swelled and pulsed after the slippery bath through her flesh. He knew she was going to get his cock up her pussy in the next try or two if he didn't do something else.
"Penny ..." he gasped. "Ohhhh, honey-this way!"
He tightened his grip on her ass and lifted. At the same time, he scooted low and forward in the chair, sliding under her crotch. Then he was staring right into the pink, wet, oiled recesses of her unfucked cunt.
He saw the bloated lips, spread as wide apart as they would go. He saw the red, glistening folds, the tent of flesh at the top of her cleft, and the throbbing thrust of her blazing clit spearing from under it.
"Ah! Ah, Daddy!" Penny cried, her voice quavering with disappointment. "Fuck me, Daddy ..." She sucked in her breath. Her eyes popped open wide. She gripped the back of the chair with both hands as if to hold on for dear life, and her thighs and ass shook wildly. "Eeeee, Daddy!" she squealed.
Russ opened his mouth wide. His tongue fluttered forward. He pulled her pussy to him and glued his lips over her fleshy cunt lips, mashing them flat.
Juice drained from her hole into his mouth. His tongue speared forward and licked all around the sodden hole of oiled silk. He drew on her pussy and fucked her with his tongue as deeply as he could, bumping gently against her cherry.
His hands squeezed her asscheeks, delighting in the firmness of her flesh. His nose pressed into her golden pubes, and his tongue slithered from her hole to her gap to her clit.
He caught the little organ against his upper hp and rolled it with his tongue and felt her whole body heave and buck over his face as her orgasm burst upon her.
"Yaaaah!" she cried throatily, wrenching and twisting. "I'm coming, Daddy! God, am I ever coming!"
Her pussy mouth fluttered and sucked. Juice flooded from her cunt hole into his mouth. It ran down his tongue and into his throat, and he nearly shot his wad into the air with the sweet taste of her virginal discharge.
He'd dreamed of eating a juicy cunt off for years. Janet wouldn't think of letting him do that, of course. He felt his daughter grind downward with her spasming pussy over his mouth, and a tremendous surge of love and heat shot through him.
She wasn't holding back from him the way her mother always did. She was giving her body over to him completely, letting him do with it whatever he wanted, letting him send thrill after spasm coursing through her.
It was a magnificent feeling. It was the way it should have been all this time with Janet and had never once been. His emotions reeled with the knowledge that he had found sexual bliss at last-with his own daughter!
"Ohhhh, Daddy-that was wonderful!" Penny cried. "Daddy, I love you! Ohhh, you made me come so hard! Ohhhh, I need to come again, Daddy! Don't stop-God, don't stop sucking my pussy! I love it! I want it! Ahhhh, poor Daddy's prick's so hard!"
She gasped and whimpered. He felt her lift suddenly from his hands. He gasped, fearing that she would sit down hard on his rampant cock and plunge it to the hilt in her oiled pussy and make him cherry her.
But Penny switched around in the chair so that she was lying over him. Her thighs were split wide around the back of the chair. Her tits mashed sweetly against his belly. Her silky hair dangled between his thighs, and he could feel her hot breath bathing his cock again as she took it in her hand and aimed it toward her open, warm mouth.
He felt her lips suck down over his prick all the way, and he lifted his hips upward. He gasped once and then moaned with resignation and heat. She'd already sucked him off once. A second time wouldn't make any difference now.
He stared into her split pussy and crotch. Her tight little asshole pulsed and sucked in the depths of her asscrack. It pointed right at him.
With a cry of lust, he lunged forward, burying his face between the firm moons of her round ass, kissing and sucking, licking and slurping at her cunt and crotch and asshole, all with long, broad sweeps of his tongue.
"Ahhhh, Daddy!" she cried around his cock, sucking it even more fiercely, cupping his balls with her slim fingers and squeezing them gently, as if to pump the sperm from them.
His chin sucked and slopped in her wet cunt mouth. He brought his hand under her belly and rolled her clit with his fingers, squeezing her fleshy pussy lips.
He did it all. It was the first time he'd ever done it all and had it all done to him. It was a moment of wild bliss he would never forget. And through it all, he couldn't shake the stunning realization that it was his daughter's tender, sweet, hot body he was gobbling alive with his hungry mouth-and not his wife's.
He did it. He felt his mind make a turn of dizziness and then did it. A low cry escaped his wet lips as he pulled her round asscheeks apart and did it.
He rimmed her asshole once and then made a point of his tongue and speared it up her anus, thrusting it deep, wriggling the tip inside her butt.
He nearly swooned over the thrill of doing it. He felt her anal ring pulse and spasm wildly. He felt the rubbery quality of her asshole around his tongue.
He felt the violent spasms shudder through her body, making her butt seemed to open wider for him as she gave herself over to him once more and actually permitted him to thrill her.
His joy was so intense, hips and sperm and prick all lifted at once. The syrup flowed from his aching cock into his daughter's mouth.
He heard the wet slurp her lips made and felt the way her warm mouth and tongue became wonderfully frictionless with the lubricant of his sperm. He felt her drink and swallow and lick and suck, taking it all, giving him as much pleasure as she was allowing him to give her.
Her cunt juice ran down his chin, and her pussy mouth fluttered all around it as if to suck it inside her warm body. He felt her come again, a tight, crushing series of shudders that left her weak and gasping.
She rested with her head on his thigh and her hand wrapped around his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily and rested his head against the back of the chair, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her open pussy with each breath.
He knew what he had to do now. This was the way it should be with a woman. This was the feast after sixteen years of starvation.
And his daughter had fed him . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Penny awoke and lay on her back on the double bed in the motel room. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
She turned her head quickly to the side to look at the other bed her parents had slept in and saw that it was empty. She lifted up. It was mid-morning already. Her father's suit coat was not on the back of the chair where he'd left it last night, which meant he was already gone and that it was her mother in the shower.
She lay back with a sigh and let lazy thoughts drift through her mind. She wondered if there were some way of talking her mother out of going to Wonder Gardens for the day. It sounded much more fun to spend the day at the motel pool, strutting around in her new bikini and swimming.
Maybe there was a neat boy staying at the motel. If so, and if she could talk her mother into going to Wonder Gardens by herself, then maybe . . . maybe she'd try it. Just to see what it was like. Maybe she'd let herself get fucked, just to feel what a big, stiff cock would feel like up her pussy!
The thought made tingling sensations go all through her body. She squeezed her thighs together under the sheet and gasped softly, amazed with herself.
Oddly, after all the years of listening to her mother's warnings about being fucked, she wasn't scared any more. Not after jacking off Bert's spurting prick and feeling his hot sperm dribble over her fingers. Not after sucking her father's hard, hosing cock into her mouth and drinking down his hot cum. Not after nearly getting her cherry fucked out of her wet pussy by her father's stiff prick.
All those things had made her more curious than ever. It had been so close the other night she couldn't believe it had really happened. Even now, she could feel the touch of her father's velvety cockhead nosing between her heated, fleshy pussy lips.
Shivering slightly, she kicked the sheet to the foot of the bed and stretched languidly, making her big tits thrust upward from her chest. She felt suddenly warm all over-warm and tingly.
She glanced at the bathroom door and wondered how long her mother had been showering. With a feeling of daring, she sat up and stripped her nightie up over her head and let it drop to the floor. She looked down at the smooth, firm lines of her thighs and saw the way the panties made a neat, light-blue vee over her pussy mound and curled around under her crotch.
She put her palms on her thighs and slowly slid them upward toward her pussy. Her abdomen throbbed with quick heat. Her tits seemed to swell and harden, and she could see the big nipples stretch and harden as she watched.
Penny moaned softly and cupped her tits, filling her palms with the pointed, full ends. She lay back on the bed again and closed her eyes.
She remembered the way her father had sucked on them and could nearly feel his tongue swirling about her nipples again. She squeezed the tips gently with her fingers and imagined that his lips were compressing them, drawing on them as if trying to suck something warm and sweet from them.
She let out another moan and felt her pussy lips bloat and swell inside her panties as she remembered the rest of it. Even though it had been two nights ago, her clit still tingled from the way his lips and tongue had drawn her fiery, shuddering orgasms right through the throbbing tip of the tiny organ.
She gasped with mounting heat. She listened to the shower running in the bathroom. She looked at the double bed next to her, seeing the rumpled sheets and the imprint of her father's body, and she remembered the wild thoughts she'd had last night.
He'd been sleeping on the far side of the bed, which was good, or she might have done it. She'd had the strong desire to slip from her bed and lift the covers from his hips and stick her head under and suck his prick off again, while her mother slept soundly beside him. He couldn't have dared to refuse her for fear of waking up his wife.
With the wild image in her mind again, Penny spread her bare thighs and clamped her hand quickly over her crotch and squeezed. Sensation blazed through her young body once more.
She wouldn't stop tingling. All day yesterday on the drive up here, she'd smoldered and tingled until she thought she d go mad. She'd squirmed all over the back seat, shifting her hips and ass constantly, watching the back of her father's head and trying to catch his eye in the rear-view mirror.
Her mother had sat over by the door, looking most of the time out her side window, as if reluctant to even acknowledge his presence in the car.
Penny tried to visualize them fucking. She couldn't make the picture. She couldn't see her mother with her legs apart and her cunt watering and sucking around his big, hard cock as it plunged in and out of her hot hole.
She couldn't see her mother sucking her full lips down around his prick and making him come in her mouth, either. Not with the abandon Penny had done it. Not until she swallowed his spurting cum.
It was all very strange. It was as if she'd really seen her mother for the first time. Not as a beautiful, youthful woman with a body begging to be used, but as someone marred by the past and in fear of her own passions.
Penny tossed her head on the bed and moaned again. The sudden tingling of her asshole made her remember the most thrilling part, the wildest part, when her father had fucked the tip of his tongue into the center of her saucy, full butt and had made her come twice.
She gasped and squeezed her pussy lips tightly together inside the panties. She felt warm, slippery honey seeping from her cunt and soaking into the material.
On sudden daring, she lifted the elastic waistband from her taut, quivering tummy and thrust her hand into the panties. Her fingers brushed over her springy curls and slopped through her wet cunt lips, moving with circular, massaging motions.
It was crazy! Her mother could come out of the bathroom any moment and catch her, but she couldn't stop.
Her hips lifted jerkily. A moan escaped her throat and bubbled from her full, slack-lipped mouth. Her tits stretched and hardened even more, and she felt her clit began to burn with sensation.
Her pussy mouth sucked at her elusive fingers as they swept past the silky, drooling orifice and curled under her crotch, reaching all the way back, deep into the crack of her ass.
Her knees came up and opened wide. Her pelvis rocked upward, and her crotch parted totally to her exploring fingers. The tip of her middle one made a tiny circle, becoming centered over the puckered, quivering mouth of her asshole.
She shivered wildly and then pressed inward, harder and harder. Her finger was slick with pussy juice. She felt the rubbery mouth expand and stretch and pulsate.
She squeezed her eyes tightly and imagined it was her father's thrilling tongue again.
"Ah!" she cried sharply, a hoarse whisper. "My God-I'm going to come!"
Her eyes popped open. Her hand jiggled rapidly, the tip of her finger just entering her asshole. The heel of her hand massaged her pussy mouth and clit.
Her knees quivered open and closed and open again. Her hips swiveled and locked, her twat lifted high. The soles of her feet pushed against the mattress.
Her tits jiggled and hardened, the nipples stretching far from the tips of them. Breath sucked into her lungs and became stuck there. Her whole body shuddered, and then quick, hard waves of orgasm rocked through her, making her toss wildly.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried, choking back the full, throaty sound she wanted to make.
She gasped harshly and felt heat spread all through her body, clear to her toes and the top of her scalp. Her hips settled slowly back to the bed.
Her finger popped from her pulsing asshole, and she drew it up over her quaking cunt and slippery gap- It was only then she realized the shower had stopped and that her mother was standing in the doorway in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around her lush body.
As she stood and stared, Penny pulled her hand from her panties and knew she'd been caught big as hell. Her nipples were thrusting from the ends of her tits, full and hard and red. Her breathing was quick and shallow.
Her knees were still up and apart, and there was an unmistakable quiver to her young hips. Her panties were slightly askew, and the crotch of them was damp with pussy juice.
Her mother just stood there for a long moment, holding the towel to her body and keeping her big tits covered.
Penny turned her head guiltily and lowered her legs, too aware of the telltale flush on her face and all the other signs that left no mistake about what had just happened. Her pulse hammered. She could feel her pussy lips move apart and closed with each heartbeat, and she prepared herself for a display of shock and a stern lecture.
It didn't come. She looked back finally. Her mother walked stiffly around the foot of the bed toward the dresser. She sat in the chair with her back to Penny and faced the mirror and the wall.
Penny's brows wrinkled. What was the matter? Why didn't her mother say something?
Then she suddenly understood. What could her mother say? That masturbating was naughty and dirty and perverted?
Suddenly, she felt the power again. But it was different this time. It wasn't what she'd felt with Bert and her father-the power over a man. It was the feeling of power over another woman this time.
She watched her mother's back, seeing the pinch of her fine waist the bulky towel couldn't hide, the flare of her hips and round pertness of her ass.
It was a good body, a terrific one. But her father had never really enjoyed it. Not in sixteen years of sleeping next to it. Not the way he'd enjoyed his daughter's the night before last.
The knowledge made Penny feel terribly superior to her mother just then, and it was a heady sensation. It made her want to go up and tweak her mother's nose, or something, to strut a little and tell her mother that she already knew how to take care of a man-that you did it by giving, without being afraid of yourself.
"Penny, I... " Janet started softly, still facing the mirror. She took a deep sigh. "I'm not going to say anything about this, Penny. I'm not, because I approve."
She let her breath out in a rush. "I know you're at that age where you're beginning to want sex. I've talked to you many times about the dangers of wanting to have it with boys. What you did just now is-is a good solution. A workable one, with no embarrassment ever."
She lifted her head." She reached for her hairbrush and began working it slowly through her damp curls. Penny sat up in bed and watched her, feeling a mixture of emotions.
"Is that-what you do, Mom?" she asked. "Is that what the thing in the Kotex box is for?"
Janet stopped brushing. She turned around. The towel sagged from her chest, showing the slopes of her big tits. She looked her daughter right in the eye.
"Yes, Penny," she said. "That's what it's for. When we get back home, I'll buy you one. You can use it as often as you want, and no one will ever know. Then you won't be tempted to hang around with Shirley's brother anymore and get-get ..."
"Fucked, Mom?" Penny asked softly. "Fucked by a hard, spurting prick that squirts hot sperm into my pussy?"
Janet recoiled slightly. "Yes!" she cried.
Penny looked at her mother for a long moment, seeing the compressed lines of her lips, the way her eyes darted slightly with inner fear and torment.
"Poor Daddy," she said softly.
"What!"
"It's no wonder he's sick and had to go to the clinic to find out what's wrong with him."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Janet cried heatedly.
"I know he needs a good fuck, Mom."
"What do you mean! How do you know that! Answer me!"
Penny slipped from the bed. She went to her mother, her naked tits swaying firmly, her round asscheeks jiggling tautly inside the blue panties.
She stood over her mother and then went to her knees beside the chair, looking into her mother's eyes.
"I might be young, Mom, but I'm not blind. He needs you. He wants you. He needs a whole woman-one who isn't afraid to give of herself."
Janet licked her lips. She looked down the slopes of her tits to her daughter's face. "You don't know anything about it," she whispered with a croaking sound. "You don't have to give to the bastards. There's nothing in the rules about giving. They come and take. Take and take! They take everything you've got and then cast you aside, soaked with their wetness, bruised by their hard, raping cocks! You don't give to them-you give to yourself! It's the only way, you hear me?"
Penny watched her mother. Her head was back. Her eyes were intense and jittery. Her tits shook so hard the towel slipped from them, leaving them thrusting and big-nippled, right before her eyes.
Penny couldn't believe the size of the nipples, the hardness of them. Hers were bigger than the others she'd seen in the showers at school, but they weren't half the size of her mother's nipples.
She couldn't stop herself. It was as if her hand had a mind of its own. She stared at her mother's nipples and reached for them, touching them, rolling them in the tips of her fingers.
"Penny ..." her mother gasped. "What are you doing..."
Penny saw the quick intake of breath, the sudden flare of her mother's nostrils. Her thighs jerked slightly, opening. Penny felt her head spin. "Mom, I. . . "
She leaned forward slowly. She closed her eyes. The tips of her fingers slid around to the underside of her mother's conical, pointing tit and lifted the big, rubbery nipple toward her face.
Her mother opened, her soft, full lips parting. She leaned in between her mother's parted thighs and sucked that big-nippled tit into her warm, wet mouth and drew firmly.
"Ohhhh, Penny!" Janet gasped. "Honey, don't do that! Don't suck my tit! Ohhhh . . . don't..."
Her thighs opened even more. Penny sucked and drew. She felt as if she couldn't stop. It was a heady experience. The rubbery nipple felt good between her lips-something like a little prick.
She smelled a heady scent waft upward from her mother's pussy, and the idea came to her, brazenly, with such boldness her emotions spun.
She reached down into her mother's lap. She lifted the corner of the towel, one half and then the other, baring her mother's blond-furred twat.
"Penny, stop ..." Janet gasped.
"It's all right, Mom," Penny said softly. "It won't hurt you to give to another woman. Not to me-your daughter ..."
"Ohhhh, God ..." Janet moaned, tipping her head back, sliding her buttocks to the edge of the chair. She put her hand over her pussy, stroking the fleshy lips and the slippery gap automatically, ready to masturbate right in front of her daughter.
But Penny lifted her mother's hand away. She looked at the pink folds of her pussy. She saw the gleam of cunt honey surging forward. She saw the lift and stretch of her clit as the little organ filled with passion.
She didn't know what had come over her. She wanted to suck her mother's cunt, just the way her father had sucked her own. She remembered the play of his tongue over her lips and clit and the way it had teased into her slippery pussy hole with little fucks.
And the thought was in the back of her mind that this wasn't as perverted and terrible as it seemed, because it might-just might-allow her mother to lower the high wall she'd been hiding behind all these years and give of herself.
Not to a piece of shaking plastic, this time, but to another person . . .
Penny sucked her mouth from the end of her mother's tit with a wet smack. She slipped the towel totally from the gently twisting body and watched her mother's hips begain to rock with heat.
"Penny, don't..." Janet gasped. "This is insane . . . you can't be doing this . . . God, why don't I push you away and make you stop this shameful perversion ..."
She gasped and sucked in air. Her tits jutted forward, as big and as stiff as they'd ever been in her life. She couldn't close her legs to save herself.
Penny gasped nearly as fitfully as her mother. As much as she tried to convince herself that she was doing this for her father, she couldn't help but feel excited.
She knelt before her mother's gaping pussy and felt her own cunt lips spread and bloat again, the twat hairs brushing against the rug and making her wet flesh tickle.
She put her palms on her mother's smooth thighs and spread them wider. She looked down at the wet, red hole of her pussy. She saw the muscular contractions at the very mouth of it that betrayed her mounting excitement.
Penny looked long and hard. It was the first cunt she'd ever seen. The first hot one, open and wet and ready for a hard cock to fuck up it.
She hadn't even looked at her own pussy. She'd certainly never looked at another girl's, except when they were in the showers with her at school.
She wondered if her own pussy was as pretty and silky-looking as her mother's. Nearly every�thing else about them was the same, so, why not their cunts, too?
Had her father noticed the other night? Is that what had made him so hot? The thought that he was finally getting to suck his wife's cunt? Had he transformed his daughter's sucking lips into his wife's also?
The thought was insulting for a moment, but then Penny realized that half her goal was to have her father receive enjoyment after all these years. Then it didn't matter if he confused their pussies for a moment.
The other half was for her mother to receive enjoyment and to come alive. Then it wouldn't matter whether it was her daughter's tongue or her husband's giving her that enjoyment later on, if it progressed from tongue to finger to cock.
Penny put her hands to her mother's pussy and used her thumbs to spread the fleshy lips wide. The red gap and quivering hole appeared in all their glory, and the perfume wafting up into her nostrils was heady stuff.
"Mom ..." Penny choked, "... it's beautiful! Oh, Mom-why have you been hiding your beautiful pussy!"
"Ohhhh, God!" Janet gasped, making a weak effort to close her thighs.
But her daughter's touch was so light and tingling and gentle that waves of heat were already blazing through her. The sight of her young body shuddering with orgasm at her own hand had done it. She'd been twitching and leaking over the towel ever since.
And Penny had made sense just now. Another woman couldn't hurt her, couldn't rape her with a ramming, spurting prick. Masturbation was such a lonely business. She did it and did it, but it never seemed enough. It would feel good to have someone trustworthy be close to her and make her come-without fucking a spitting cock into her body to do it. She wondered why she'd never thought of making it with another woman before.
Maybe-after this with Penny-may be that would be the way to go from now on . . .
"Ahhhh, God!" she gasped tightly, her head jerking back.
Penny lunged forward, unable to hold back. She had to taste and feel and know. Her father had shown her some of it the other night. Now, it was her mother's turn.
Her mouth opened. Her soft lips parted. She kissed her mother's wet cunt hole as if Frenching Bert, and her tongue became enveloped with hot, silky meat, quivering tissues, heady flavors.
She felt the pussy lips mash fleshily under her mouth. She felt the slight graininess of them. The springy-curls tickled her cheeks, and she could feel the warm, slippery pussy honey running down her chin.
How had her father licked her cunt? What were the things he'd done to make her come so hard?
Penny remembered. She did them to her mother's pussy. She darted her tongue in and out of the slippery, wet hole and felt the muscles inside grip and quiver and try to suck her tongue deeper.
She puffed air through her nostrils and wrapped her hands around her mother's hips and fairly wallowed in the warm haven between her thighs from which she'd emerged into the world.
She felt the firm buttocks quiver and inch closer to the edge of the chair. She made a broad surface of her tongue and lapped around the shaking hole with it.
She lapped up the slippery gap and felt the tiny, thrusting organ of her mother's clit. She flicked the tip with her tongue and then wrapped her soft lips around the little organ and sucked.
"Ahhhh, Penny!" Janet gasped, shaking her hips. "Ohhhh, stop! You're going to make me come! My own daughter! Ahhhh!"
Janet's hips lifted quickly, surging upward. They held and shuddered. Her pussy trembled and sucked at the chin pressed into the wet mouth.
Her tits jutted from her chest, and she couldn't keep her own hands from them. It felt good to fondle both her tits at once when she came- something she couldn't do when one hand was at her pussy, masturbating it.
She yelled and came surprisingly hard, appalled with the lack of guilt or shame she felt. It was good! Fucking with someone else was good!
Penny didn't stop. She felt the twitching, shaking pussy under her mouth and kept licking, working all over the lips, massaging them with her tongue, sucking them into her mouth and making them stretch and fill even more.
She wallowed and lapped, and her mother kept gasping and moaning as if making up for sixteen years of going without.
Penny licked up and down the red crack, dipping her tongue into the pussy hole, then fucking it as far up her mother's cunt as she could, trying to make it feel like a prick.
She didn't know what made her remember, but then she let out a little cry and knew she had to give her mother the ultimate pleasure possible.
She licked all around her mother's cunt hole one last time and then sank slightly lower, until she was looking right at it-right between the round, quaking cheeks at the pink-brown, puckered, tight asshole.
Penny gasped. Her own anus tingled so badly again she had to clamp her fingers around her pussy and tickle it. Then she lurched forward, spreading her mother's firm cheeks with her fingers.
She rimmed the rubbery mouth quickly and then thrust her tongue inside, fucking it back and forth quickly, just the way her father had done it to her.
"Yaaaagh!" Janet cried, jerking wildly. "Not there! Don't fuck my asshole! Yaaagh! No! No! Oh, God! I'm coming again! You mustn't! Don't make me come! Not in my asshole! Aahhhhhgh!''
She yelled and thrashed. Her hands squeezed her tits so tightly they hurt. Her asshole clenched tightly around the fucking invader. Her hips twisted so hard she nearly sprained Penny's neck. Then she reached down and gave her daughter a hard shove.
"Damn you!" she cried, her face flushed. "Not there! You raped my asshole! Damn you! Ohhhh, God! What a pervert! My own daughter, sucking my cunt and fucking my asshole! Ahg!"
Penny recoiled. Her mother had pushed her so hard she was now sitting on her butt, her legs splayed, her wet cunt gasping. Janet clapped her knees together, closing her crotch up tightly. She covered her naked tits with her arms and hid them from her daughter.
She jumped up from the chair and snatched the towel up and whipped it over her body. She spun around and snatched up her clothes and half ran toward the bathroom.
She turned in the doorway and looked back at her daughter, who was still sitting on the floor, gaping with shock and incomprehension.
"You be dressed when I come out, do you hear me?" she shot.
"Mom-what's wrong? What did-"
"Shut up! Do what I say! And don't you ever think you can-oh, God! God!" she cried, slamming the door behind her.
Penny jumped with the loud bang. Then she sat and stared, her emotions spinning.
What had happened? What had gone wrong? God, had she made everything worse now instead of better?
A sense of despair came over her. She closed her legs, shutting off her pussy the way her mother had done. She swallowed several times and felt her heartbeat go with dull, heavy thuds.
Maybe her mother had been right after all-she was just an inexperienced kid. A kid who thought she knew all the answers but really knew nothing of the complexities and complications of this sex stuff, only the urges.
She stood up. She moved unsteadily in a small circle, unsure what to do first. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stood and looked at the image there.
She saw the big tits, the hard nipples. Her eye traced the curves of her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. She saw the fetching blue panties over her round, tight ass, and the streak of darkness betraying the line of her leaking pussy slit was suddenly offensive to her.
She looked into her own eyes, and there was a trace of loathing in her gaze. What the hell had become of her!
She'd sucked off her father's prick. She'd tried to sink her open cunt down on the stiff shaft, pleading for him to take her virginity.
Now, she'd eaten her mother's cunt out and tongue-fucked her asshole and sucked her tits like a hard-core Lesbian.
Her own parents!
How hideous could a daughter become!
CHAPTER SIX
He'd known it.
All along, he'd known it-what it would mean, what it would require. But knowing it and being told it were not the same, and he couldn't help feeling disoriented and dazed.
Being told put a stamp of authority on it. It meant having to act, instead of delaying and sitting around threatening future action at some vague time if things didn't change. And, of course, they were inward threats, which made action even fuzzier a prospect.
But now he'd been told, and he'd simply walked out of the clinic without going through the unnecessary formality of adding evidence to proof.
Russ blinked against the bright sun and stood in the middle of the downtown sidewalk, blocking pedestrian traffic. He ought to go back to the motel and tell her what was wrong with him.
But that would put the decision upon Janet. They said I need to fuck-what are you going to do about it, Janet? It would be another chance to delay.
He heard someone bitch at him for standing in the way. He turned around, watching the people on the sidewalk squeeze past him. He began to move with the flow, until he eddied out of it and found himself standing in front of a bar.
He wasn't a real drinker, only one or two at parties to be courteous, but he felt as if he needed a drink right now. Maybe several. Maybe enough to get drunk. Then he could delay until he was sober again.
He went inside, walking stiffly, looking lost. It was not an easy thing to know you had to change the pattern of sixteen years because it was slowly eating you up inside. It wasn't easy to give up hope for a change after sixteen years of dogged persistence.
Russ sat at a booth and ordered a drink from a waitress who made absolutely no impression on him. He drank it thirstily and ordered another, already feeling the effects of the first.
He still didn't know for sure what to do about Penny. If he stayed, if he delayed forever, he might-he would surely-end up fucking her. Fucking his little girl-the one with the big, grown-up tits and sweet, virginal pussy and excitable, quivery, puckered little asshole . . .
The second drink was gone, and the third was half gone when she slipped into the booth across the table from him and leaned forward so that he could light her cigarette.
She had dark, lustrous hair. Her build was slim, what he could see of it. She wore no bra and let him know it, pulling her satin blouse over her tight, teacup tits so that the nipples showed plainly.
Her mouth was wide, her smile good. Her eyes were dark-maybe a little cold. She blew smoke toward the ceiling and sat back to regard him in an appraising way that was slightly unsettling.
"You need some cheering up, honey," she stated finally.
He looked at her. He took a deep breath and felt it go clear to his balls. Why the hell not? he thought.
"How much?" he asked, realizing too late the question might mark him as a cheap bastard.
"We can talk about that later," she said, smiling again.
The smile got better and better. "Where?" he asked.
"My place."
"Now?"
"Daylight bother you, honey? All you have to do is wait, and then it changes for the better."
"That's what I've thought. For sixteen years."
She tipped her head and smiled uncertainly. "What?"
"Never mind."
"Are you all right?" She looked at him with renewed appraisal.
He gave her a big grin. It felt like a silly grin, but he couldn't see himself, so he wasn't sure. "Hell yes," he said.
"You're not too drunk, are you?"
"Are you durable, baby?" he grinned, leaning forward, feeling unaccountably bold and reckless. "I hope to hell you can take it, because I'm ready to let it all go and go."
She laughed softly and rubbed his thigh with her knee. "Now, that's more like it, honey. My name's Sherry, what's yours?"
"Russ," he said. "That's close to rust, and I've got a lot of rust in my pipe. I'm gonna blow it all out before the goddamn thing clogs up for good. I hope you've got a resilient cunt, baby, because I'm gonna give it the goddamnedest workout it's ever had."
Sherry shivered slightly, her eyes widening. "Jesus, some bitch really must have done a number on you, honey. No rough stuff, you hear? Not for any price."
"I hear," he said, grinning fixedly, capturing her knee between his and squeezing. "You do anything besides straight?"
"Everything," she whispered sexily, puckering her lips.
"I want it all."
She shivered again. "We'd better get you out of here before you get my knee wet, baby."
"Don't worry. I can hold it. Christ, can I hold it. I'm a practiced master at holding it, and there you have the story of my marriage in a nutshell."
"Poor, horny Russ," she said, putting her hand over his. "That's a criminal thing to do to a man. Why don't you leave her?"
He looked at her. He felt suddenly sober as a rock. "I am," he said, his voice seeming to ring.
"Then let's celebrate, honey. Come with Sherry. Let me show you what you've been missing and what you have to look forward to."
Russ stood, holding to the table for support. He felt dizzy. It was not all from the booze. Part of it came from having voiced the decision. He felt brassy and bold. He looked at her tits and ass as she slid from the booth, the flare of her hips and the line of her legs under the short skirt. He wasn't going to have any trouble with this one. He was going to be able to fuck the shit out of her.
Her apartment was pretty damn nice. She either turned a good business, or she was expensive as hell. He began to feel unsure he had enough money. Then he saw the credit card imprinter on the hall table and burst out laughing.
"Have to keep up with the times," Sherry grinned, slipping off his coat and loosening his tie.
She took his card. He didn't watch to see what amount she levered in. He didn't give a damn. Besides, there was an object on the coffee table that caught his eye, and he went to look at it.
It was a big cock. It rested on its root and balls on the table and speared upward at an angle. It was a good ten inches long, perfectly shaped and detailed, from the slit in the head to the veins along the base.
He ran his fingers over it. It was cool to the touch. He lifted it, and it weighed a hefty amount, appearing to be solid brass but probably cast iron with brass plating.
He grinned hugely-savagely, even. How perfect! A gift for Janet. An iron cock to ram up her cunt and masturbate with. She'd never wear this one out the way she did those damn vibrators.
He spun around, still grimacing, feeling half nasty. "How much? I want it!"
Sherry held out a hand and started to protest. She saw the look on his face, then grinned. "It's like that, is it? Thirty sound fair?"
"I'll give you fifty. I want it."
"Honey, it's yours! Hey, I think I'm going to like fucking you after all. I'll have to confess I was a little worried about you for a while back there. But not now."
He put the standing, angled, brass-plated prick on the table and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and parted her lips softly, smiling at him, giving her dark hair a sultry toss.
He nearly grabbed her. Her waist was slim in his hands. He pulled her body against his and dove for her mouth, kissing her fiercely, feeling his cock fill solidly and quickly in his pants and press into her mound.
"My God," she gasped, tipping her head back. She slipped her hand over his crotch and felt his thrusting prick, fondling it. "Let's get to that bed-fast!"
He watched her strip off the satin blouse. Her tits were tight on her chest, just hand sized. She dropped her skirt and panties, and his prick throbbed with flaming heat.
"Like me?" she smiled, tilting her hips, posing for him, thrusting her pelvis forward. Her pussy was totally bald, and he stared at it speechlessly.
She came up to him and undid his belt, pushing his pants to the floor. His prick was as rigid as the brass one. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled gently while he stripped off his shirt.
"How do you want it?" she asked, pressing her hot tits against his chest, sucking on his chin with her warm lips.
"Deep," he croaked, reaching around to hold her firm asscheeks and knead them. No sir, he wasn't going to have a bit of trouble this time.
She chuckled softly as he pressed her back onto the satin-sheeted bed. "Ohhhh, God, you're hot!" she gasped, opening her legs wide.
He looked at her shaved pussy. His eyes feasted on her bare, fleshy lips, the pinkness between them, the silky heat of her open, ready cunt hole.
His cock throbbed steadily, and he got between her legs and passed his hand over her smooth, bald pussy, sweeping it over the side of her hip and around to her tight ass.
He pulled upward gently, and her thighs fell open even wider, parting her elevated cunt. He saw the thrusting root of her clit jutting from between her little-girl twat lips, and his prick throbbed so hotly he nearly lost his load.
He was not only getting to look at a red, wet cunt again-look as long and as much as he wan ted-he was getting to see a pussy in all its glory, with no part at all hidden.
He dove for it. His mouth opened. He plastered his lips to her shaven twat and sucked the fleshy tissues into his mouth, washing over the wetness with his tongue, tasting her honeyed cunt.
"Ahhhh, God, honey!" she gasped. "You trying to eat me alive? Jesus, take it easy! Ohhh, baby, that's all right-all right!"
Her hips twitched under his face. He felt and tasted the quick rush of her warm juice, the way her muscular cunt mouth spasmed and sucked at his tongue.
He wallowed in her cunt like a starved man, licking and slobbering, not caring that she was a whore, only glad that she had a cunt to eat and feel and taste.
For the first real time, he had some idea what he'd been missing during all those years with Janet. He was going to make up for lost time. God, was he!
He drew back, gasping, his cheeks and chin and nose gleaming with cunt juice. He sucked in air and looked down at her twisting, hot body. He liked the small tits on her chest for a change.
He reached for them, stretching over her prone body, fitting himself into the saddle of her hips and thighs. The cones filled his hands with no waste, nothing left over. The hard nipples dug into his palms.
Her tits didn't roll and wobble the way Janet's did. There was a rubbery springiness to them that was just great. He liked the change. All the differences of her body. He'd yearned so long for Janet's that, somehow, the wanting had grown as stale as if he'd had it five times a day.
He didn't have to want Sherry's tits and cunt and ass. He could have them. Completely. And the way she twisted and churned with anticipation showed him she was eager to let him have it-and that was the greatest change of all.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, honey, you should see your face," she quavered. "I've got a hot one this time. Christ, have I got a hot one! Fuck that cock into my pussy, honey, before your whole body blows up!"
She reached toward her thighs and held his prick, aiming it. She moaned when she felt it, feeling the terrible hardness, the intense throbbing of it.
She lifted her hips and made a small circle with them, passing his cockhead over her naked twat lips and into the center of her pussy's bull's-eye.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
"Ah! Ahhhh, God!" Russ cried, feeling his fiery prickhead surrounded and sucked upon by her hot, silky flesh.
He felt like a virgin all over again. Like his first piece. He knew that his own heat had passed to her, and he was appalled and pleased to think he'd made a whore hot.
His prick bucked and pulsed in her hot hole. He lowered his hips jerkily, fucking quickly, already spilling his load at the mouth of her pussy.
"Ah, honey! You're coming already! You're losing it! Ohhh, what a hot flood! Quick, fuck it in and fill my pussy!"
She clapped her hands over his butt and pulled, and his spurting prick slid all the way to the back of her spasming cunt, boiling and hosing his pent-up flood into her depths.
"Yaaagh!" he growled, clasping her tightly, grinding his hips against hers, letting his prick spurt wildly.
"Ohhhh, honey, it's all right," she said, smoothing her hands up and down his back, caressing his neck with the tips of her fingers. "Don't think anything bad about coming so fast. I know you're all man, honey-don't let it bother you. Sometimes it happens that way, it's all right. Maybe if you rest a minute you'll find another one in that wonderful prick, and then you won't feel like you got cheated, huh?"
"Rest, hell," Russ gasped. "I've just started, baby."
He began pumping and stroking into her wet, slippery pussy. He felt her amazement and then the way she caught her breath when his stiff shaft was undiminished in girth or hardness.
He probed into one wall and then the other, slicing between her fleshy labia, boring deep into her body. His hips swiveled, and his ass churned up and down under her cupping hands.
He felt her begin to respond wildly. Her pussy gripped his cock in practiced, silky squeezings. Her butt swiveled back and forth under him, and her thighs slid up and down the sides of his hips.
"Ah! God! What a hot fucker!" she cried, stretching her neck and making her wide mouth gape open for air. "My cunt's so damn wet! And-ohhhh, honey-it's not all from your big wad, either! Half that juiciness is mine!"
His prick sucked and popped in her clutching hole. The juice was syrupy and incredibly slick. It gushed from her cunt with each inward plunge of his prick and ran down into the crack of her ass, soaking onto her bed.
"Ahhhh, Christ-I'm going to come, baby!" Sherry cried, digging her nails into his shoulders, clinging to him tightly.
"Any time you're ready, baby," Russ gasped.
A teenager-a fucking virgin, all over again. That's what he was. He could feel his dick throb and stretch to the back of her succulent twat and make ready to blast another wad of pent-up sperm into her body.
He felt his balls draw up and slap into the wet groove of her asscheeks. He bore against her, reveling in the feel of her naked meat against his hairy groin.
She lifted suddenly, her hips swiveling and locking. She gasped harshly and began to shudder, letting out a tiny squeal of agonized bliss that grew and grew in volume.
"Yeeee!" she cried, her tits swelling against his chest. "Ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Christ, are you making me come! Here it-now! Now! no Yahhhgh!"
Her cunt clamped tightly around his burgeoning shaft. It squeezed and pulsed, the fine muscles under the silky flesh rippling and pulling wildly.
She milked his shaft with her orgasming pussy. He felt the stroking from his root to the pulsing glans, and there was a nipping sensation at the head of his dick that made him grunt and clutch her body to him.
"Ahhhhgh!" he croaked, surging forward.
His prick throbbed and bucked. He felt the sperm rush up through it in a hot stream and spray from the tip, bathing the back of her jittering, sucking pussy tunnel.
"God, it feels good!" he cried. "It feels good to come!"
He gave her another huge load, letting it pump and pump through his body. He shook all over, holding nothing back, clearing his system of the years of frustration.
They gasped harshly and lay together. He blinked at the pillow and savored the warm sensations tingling all through his body.
He'd forgotten what it was like. He'd gone for years, having forgotten. He'd been only half alive-because of Janet.
He felt a sudden hollowness inside him-a yawning pit of emptiness. Half alive, he'd been-mostly empty. The time! The wasted years of waiting and hoping and trying . ..
"Boy, that was something," Sherry said softly, breaking into his dark mood. "I've had lots of guys fuck me, honey, but not many of them make me come. Not like that. You must have had some hot pussy to practice fucking like that on, huh?"
He raised up. She was smiling. He wasn't. He looked down at her, stiff-arming the bed, his cock still buried into the depths of her bald pussy.
Her eyes flickered over his face, and the smile went uncertain. "What's the matter, honey? Russ? What's the matter? Honey, don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Didn't I give you a nice piece of ass?"
"Maybe too nice," he said, feeling soured in spite of himself.
Her brow wrinkled. "Huh?"
"You made me realize what I've missed for so long," he said. "You made her into a bitch."
"Who? What? Baby, you aren't making any sense."
"Lots of sense," he said.
She began looking worried. She pushed at him tentatively. "All finished now, honey?" she asked, smiling again, her heart not in it any more.
He made his stiff prick throb inside her pussy, lifting and pulling at the succulent, wet meat.
"Does that feel like I'm finished?"
She laughed nervously. "Boy, two big ones like that should have left you limp as a noodle."
"They didn't," he said, feeling bitchier by the minute. He didn't know why he was taking it out on her. She'd been terrific-more than a whore needed to be, more than he'd had a right to expect.
"Sweetie, I think you'd better slide it out now.
My pussy's feeling a little tender after that hard fucking-and mighty wet."
"I told you you'd better have a resilient cunt," he said, stroking into her again, moving slowly, letting her slippery, oiled, silken cunt walls massage his prick.
"Ohhhh, God," she groaned softly. "Baby, I mean it-I don't think my pussy can take another fucking like that."
He stopped, imbedded in her. "Then we'll change holes," he said, half growling, knowing it was unfair of him to take out his anger with Janet on her.
"Hey-no ..." Sherry gasped.
Russ sucked his prick from her hole. The wetness caused a farting pop. Her babyish pussy lips were drenched with juice-pink and puffy from the massaging his root had given them.
He scooped his hand under her ass and lifted, spinning her over onto her belly. She lifted her head with a choking sound, and he put his hand in the middle of her back, holding her down.
"Hey-come on, Russ! No! I don't do that!"
"You said you did everything, remember? I'm not finished fucking yet. Open your ass, baby-open it wide!"
He passed his hands over her round, firm asscheeks. He pried them apart with his palms. He looked down into her deep crack and saw the puckered, pink-brown mouth of her asshole pulsing at him.
Just beneath it, he could see the puffy twat lips pouting down and apart, the pinkness and wetness showing clearly. Her asshole was glistening and smeared from all the cunt honey and sperm that had run into her crack. "Ahhhh, no!" she gasped.
"Don't give me that shit! You're a whore, aren't you? Don't tell me you've never been fucked up your ass!"
"Yeah, Rus- but not the way you fuck! God, you'll kill my butt with that hard cock!"
"It's not as hard as that brass prick in the other room," he grated, settling between her forced-open thighs and tilting his steely shaft toward her wrinkled hole.
"Ahhh! What's that got to do with anything? Oh, Christ-don't, honey, don't!"
"You've had that thing stuffed up your ass, I'll bet," he grunted, centering his glans at her rubbery anus.
"No-o-o!" Sherry gasped, her head jerking up again, her fists balling and beating on the bed. "That's insane! I couldn't shove that thing up my ass!"
"Bullshit! You've fucked it up your cunt and up your ass and probably down your throat as well! That's what you cunts do-you fuck yourselves with anything around and leave us to suffer! Well, not any more, by God-not any more!"
He was shouting. He knew it. It wasn't like him at all. Neither was the growing rage he felt. Intellectually, he knew he was ranting at Janet, was really about to rape Janet's ass instead of Sherry's.
Intellectually, he knew what he was doing was wrong and unfair, but he couldn't stop. He pressed against the center of her spread ass with his hard, hard prick and felt her anal ring stretch.
"Yaaaah!" she cried, her throat open, her body quivering.
His prickhead popped inside her butt, and the slick, honey-coated shaft began to follow, rippling and rasping past her anal ring, making her butt flutter and her hips shake.
"Ohhhh, my God, my God ..." he gasped, settling his hips against her firm cheeks.
Her asshole quivered and sucked all around his root. Her tunnel was dark and clinging and hot. She gasped repeatedly under him, and it was not all from pain or displeasure.
"Ohhh, you hot fucker . . . you big-dicked, hard-shafted fucker," she moaned, her mouth open against the pillow, saliva drooling from the corner of it.
He drew back. Her asshole clung to his prick and sucked outward, the muscular ring quivering with the friction and sensation his hard shaft gave it.
Her whole butt quivered. She couldn't help the slight lift of her hips. Her pussy hole ran juice as if it were a well spilling over. It coated her puffy twat lips and dripped from them onto the bed.
Her clit speared forward, and her small tits went hard as clay mounds capped by nipples of ruby. Her spine arched and bowed, and her hips shuddered as he reached the back of his movement and paused before fucking inward again.
Russ squeezed her. firm asscheeks together around the front of his prick. He felt the way her anal ring pulsed constantly around the ridge of his glans and drove his cock into a throbbing fenzy.
He groaned and fucked forward, sinking his dick into the firmness, the wetness, the tight, clinging asshole. He drove her hips into the bed and made her clit spear into the sheet and burn with incredible sensation.
"Ahhhh, you fucker!" she moaned, shaking all over. "You fucking bastard, I'm going to come again! God-oh, God! You aren't supposed to make a whore come! You aren't. . . yaaaah! I can't hold it! I can't. . . ahhhhgh!"
She wrenched under him. Her butt clamped around his shaft. He didn't have to squeeze it this time. She did it willingly, clinging to his throbbing cock, milking his shaft, drawing the sperm right along his tube until it spilled into her sucking ass and then shot in thick wads, deep into her body.
"Gaaaagh!" he yelled harshly, shaking and quivering, grinding his hips into the firm balls of her asscheeks.
He rooted and rutted in her. He felt her fluttering pussy lips suck wetly at his balls as if trying to fuck them up into her dripping cunt.
They rattled and shook together wildly as if neither one of them would stop, as if she somehow had as much crud to blow out of her system as he had.
Then she wrenched her body, doubling up, making his cock pop from her wet asshole. She twisted around under him, squirming on her back, reaching for his dick.
Her legs shot wide apart under his face, making her bald, slick pussy open wide. Her mouth opened wide, too. Every part of her was open and quivering for him.
She aimed his prick and sucked it quickly between her lips. She compressed them tightly around his shaft and washed his flaming cockhead with her tongue, drawing and sucking.
His prick burned with sensation. It was nearly too much. He gasped with open mouth and stared down at her begging pink cunt and felt his emotions swirl.
"Ahhhgh," he groaned harshly, diving between her thighs.
He glued his mouth to her wet cunt. He sucked and licked and fucked his cock into her swallowing throat. He tasted his sperm all over her slick, hairless pussy flesh, but he didn't care.
It was his cum. He'd squirted it into her pussy, and now she was giving it back to him. The syrupy honey welling upward from her pink hole was sweet and good, and he cupped his hands around her tight cheeks and drank from her quivering hole with total abandon.
He slurped all around her standing clit. He sucked the tiny organ between his lips and flipped the end with his tongue until she thrashed and shook all over, not missing one suck or lick at the head of his flaming cock.
He massaged the puffy flesh of her cunt lips and drilled into her succulent, silken hole with his tongue, darting, fucking, licking, feasting on wet pussy as he'd never had the chance to do in his whole wasted life.
In a moment, she lifted, and her ass shook in his hands. He felt the spasming of her vaginal ring of muscles around the root of his tongue and heard her muffled squeal of orgasm.
He let his prick flow again. Let it, hell-he couldn't stop it. There was a rumbling sensation in the depths of his balls, the final loosening and boiling free of the years of accumulated scale and crud as it swirled around and broke up and spurted through his tubes in a rush of thick fluid.
It streamed into her mouth and throat. She drank it greedily, sucking and pulling on his prick, squeezing his balls gently with her hands as if to massage the last of it out of him.
He yelled so hard he went slightly dizzy, and his head lolled between her thighs, wallowing in the wetness still oozing from her quivering pussy.
He bathed in her cunt honey and knew it was only the beginning for him. It didn't matter now if Janet changed.
He had.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet turned away from the water show. The acrobatics on water skis didn't interest her. The mermaids had no meaning. The trained cockatoo that did backward somersaults was something alien. The crowds of people milling about snacking on the sunflower seeds they'd bought for the parrots were making her nervous.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Penny asked cautiously from beside her.
Janet looked at her daughter. Even she was foreign. Something unreal now. She squinted as if trying to recognize the girl who looked like a younger version of herself-nearly as she had been before . . . before it had happened.
"What?" she asked weakly, squinting harder. "What did you say?"
"Mom?" Penny licked her lips. She didn't like the expression on her mother's face at all. "Mom, are you all right?" She felt frightened. Her mother hadn't been quite the same since her sudden outburst in the motel.
She'd stayed in the bathroom a long, long time. Penny had worried then, and she'd finally knocked on the door. It had taken quite a while for her mother to answer. When she'd opened the door, she'd looked a little odd then. She hadn't improved during the afternoon.
Penny glanced at the sun. It wasn't far from dinner time and closing time at Wonder Gardens. She nibbled her lower lip and watched her mother squint at her against the sun.
"Do you want to go back, Mom?"
"Back? Oh. Yes. Yes, back. Let's go back. I have a splitting headache. I don't feel quite right."
She stood there. Penny took her mother's arm and began leading her through the crowd. They found a cab and took it back to the motel. Janet paused, looking at the room door as if she didn't want to go inside.
Penny unlocked the door. At least, she put the key in the knob and turned it. She didn't feel the resistance she should have, and she didn't hear the spring-loaded thunk of the mechanism being released by the turning key.
She didn't notice either absence at the time, because of her concern for her mother, and it was only on later reflection that she should have realized something was amiss.
She swung the door open and led her mother through it. When she turned to shut the door, it flew from her hands and slammed shut, and the man who had been standing behind it gave them both a hard, brutal shove toward the bed.
Penny gasped, her heart flying to her throat. Janet turned utterly white and was whimpering before she sprawled across the big double bed, her eyes wide and full of terror.
"God, it's going to happen again..." she croaked.
She reached for Penny in a gesture of protection or in a plea for help, Penny wasn't sure. She wasn't really paying attention. She could do little more than stare speechlessly at the stocky hulk of the man approaching the bed.
"No-no, don't rape us!" Janet cried, her voice tinged with an hysterical quality.
"Shut up, bitch," the man growled. His hand shot out. The back of it slapped Janet a stinging blow that made her yelp and go flat on the bed.
The man had a nasty look. His head was squarish and blocky. Muscles bulged on his arms and chest.
He needed a shave. His hair was dark and scraggly. His eyes were black and hard. Two teeth were chipped and jagged. Penny saw them when he bared them in a snarl.
"All right, bitch-where is he? What'd he do with our money?" He lifted his hand threateningly. "Talk, or I'll give you another shot across those big tits this time!"
"No! No, don't rape us!" Janet cried again, cowering back.
"Where's who?" Penny cried, leaning protective�ly toward her mother this time.
The man turned his eyes to her. They flicked up and down her young, full, virginal body. He licked his lips.
"Son of a bitch has good taste in cunts, anyway, huh, Floyd?" he said.
There was a movement from the bathroom. Penny whipped her head around and saw the other one. He was lanky and blond, with a long nose and drooping eyes and a witless grin on his face. He came into the room and looked at the two of them on the bed.
He carried her father's shaving kit. He turned it upside down, spilling the contents onto the floor, looked inside, felt around inside, then tossed it.
"Nothin', Cody," he said. "The goddamn place is empty. Just full of junk. He must have it with him, huh, Cody?"
"Who!" Penny cried. "What are you doing in here! What are you looking for!"
Floyd stood over her. He put out a long-fingered hand and held her chin, twisting her head around, looking down at her thrusting tits at the same time.
"We're lookin' for Roger, ain't that right, Cody?" he grinned. "Man, what jugs, huh? Both of'em, Cody. Tits all over the goddamn place."
"There's nobody by the name of Roger in here," Penny gasped, lifting up from the way he was pulling on her chin.
"We can see that, twat," Cody growled. "But this is where he's crashing. He's got our money, and we want it back, see? I guess we'll just have to wait for him."
"No-you're wrong!" she cried. "There's no Roger here! You've got the wrong room, or something!"
Cody snorted. "Now, that kind of shit's not gonna work, honey. We know we got the right room, just like we know he sold us a bundle of crappy stuff instead of the good shit we paid for, and like we know we're gonna undo the transaction and teach him not to do naughty things like that again."
"He sure didn't say nothin' about shacking up with two big-titted pussies like these, though, did he, Cody?" Floyd grinned. "I wonder why he didn't say nothin' about them?" he cackled wickedly.
"Because he knew you'd want to fuck them, Floyd."
"Goddamn right," Floyd cackled again. "Hey, man-why not? While we're waiting, you know?"
"Ah!" Janet cried sharply, her eyes popped from her head. She sat up quickly, shivering all over, clamping her knees together as tightly as she could.
"Please . . . please!" Penny cried. "There's some mistake-really, there is!"
Floyd stopped grinning. He moved swiftly, retrieving the shaving kit from the floor. He thrust it under Penny's face, forcing her to read the gold initials on it- R.E.
"See that?" he grated, forcing her nose down against the leather. "That's Roger Edlow, ain't it? I may look dumb, baby, but I can read!"
"That's my father!" she gasped. "Russ Evans!"
"Sure, it is," he said, tossing the kit aside again. "Man, what jugs! Let's fuck'em, Cody-while we're waiting."
He reached down, wrapping his long fingers around Penny's thrusting, firm tit. He squeezed and fondled it, and she gasped when his other hand went to the center of her back and pressed her chest up against his fondling fingers.
He breathed heavily. She could see the change in his expression. Worse yet, she could see the immediate thickening of his cock at the crotch of his pants.
"Cool it, Floyd," Cody said, licking his lips as he watched his partner fondle Penny's tits.
"Cool it, shit!" Floyd grated. "The son of a bitch owes us something, man! You can stand around and watch if you want, but I'm gonna fuck this sweet, big-titted pussy bowlegged while we're waitin for the bastard to show."
His hand moved to his fly. He unzipped it. He reached inside the gap and worked his cock out, pulling at it to make it stiffer.
Penny gasped and stared. Her nose wrinkled at the ripe aroma wafting up. His prick was long and thin, just like the rest of him. The mushroom head began swelling redly at he pulled at the stretching shaft and made it grow thicker.
"Ah!" Janet cried again, something like a yapping bark from a small dog. Her eyes bulged from her head. She licked dry lips. Her chest began to heave with labored breathing.
"Makes you hot, huh, baby?" Cody grinned at her. He put his hand to his crotch. "Maybe Floyd's got the right idea. The prick owes us something. Get naked, cunt-I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Ah! Ah!" Janet barked again, her knees clamped so tightly together her hip joints popped. Her eyes swiveled in her head when Cody began working at his buckle, and then she flew from the bed toward the door, whimpering all the way.
"Hey! Get her!" Floyd yelled.
He pushed at Penny's chest, flattening her, and jumped after Janet, thudding into the door just as she tried to yank it open.
"Ahhhh, no!" Janet screamed.
Cody grabbed her in strong hands. He swung her around and gave her a toss, and she flew onto the bed again. She bounded over it and stood between the two beds, her eyes wild.
The two men advanced, grinning, liking the excitement. "Skittish, ain't she?" Floyd grinned.
"We gonna have to tie her down, Cody."
"No-o-o!" Janet wailed, holding her hands to her tits-to her hated, offending, goddamn rape-causing tits.
"What do you make of that, Floyd?" Cody grinned. "She's more scared for herself than she is for her daughter."
"Maybe that's because she likes gettin' dicked so much," Floyd giggled.
"No! Don't rape me!" Janet cried again.
They had separated slightly. It was a trap. Janet flew over the bed, diving for the hole between them. They closed in and caught her, and she began to kick and squeal insanely.
"Let her go!" Penny cried. "Oh, you don't know what you're doing to her! Mom!"
Cody clamped a big hand over Janet's mouth and held her tightly in his powerful arms, wrapping one around her chest and holding her thrusting tit with his hand.
Floyd flipped the covers off the bed and yanked the sheet free. He grunted and ripped it lengthwise, the sound nearly explosive. He made wide strips of the sheet.
Janet squirmed helplessly in Cody's arms and moaned against his mouth-covering palm. When Floyd had torn the sheet the way he wanted, he grabbed one wrist and tied the sheet strip to it.
He looped the other end around the bed frame and then went to work on her other wrist, while Cody moved his free hand all over her big tits.
The buttons on her blouse finally popped, and her breasts filled his hand to overflowing. She struggled in his grip, her eyes wild and haunted.
Floyd balled a piece of the sheet and stuffed it into her mouth when Cody took his hand away. Then he grinned as he watched the clothing being stripped from her body.
"Stop! Stop!" Penny cried. "Don't do that to my mother! You don't know what it'll do to her!"
Cody ripped Janet's bra loose, and the big tits tumbled and jiggled free from her chest, the huge nipples thrusting and filled and hot looking.
"God damn!" Floyd croaked, eyeing her nipples. "She's achin' for a fuck, Cody!"
Penny didn't know what to do. She was obviously powerless against them physically. She watched her mother's skirt be yanked from her hips and the thin panties rolled down her tight, round buttocks and thighs. And then Cody's broad hand covered the golden patch of fur over her mound and squeezed.
"Nnnnh!" Janet cried, the squeal coming out muffled and useless through the ball of sheeting.
Cody lifted her by her twat and flung her onto her back on the bed, pulling deftly at the strips around the frame at the same time, making her arms vee from her sides.
While they were trussing her legs, making them spread wide apart and her pussy split open, Penny made a dart for the door, knowing nothing else she could do.
Floyd had been waiting for the move. He caught her quickly, sweeping her up in his arms, cackling as if it were all a great game. He carried her to the other bed. Cody tied the last knot and stood up, and the two of them made short work with her, stripping her naked, feeling her virginal tits and pussy and ass all over.
"You know how I want her, Cody," Floyd grinned.
They bent her double. Penny squeaked with fright. Her hands were behind her back and her knees tucked up under her chin when they were finished. They could roll her across the bed like a ball. She felt her asscheeks flare up and out and apart when Floyd finally positioned her, and she'd never felt so naked or exposed in her whole life.
"Man, let's fuck!" Floyd cried.
Cody was already stripped. He held his stubby, thick cock in his hand and climbed onto the bed with Janet, positioning himself between her spread legs.
Janet's eyes bulged. She made muffled sounds through the gag again and tried to twist her body free. Cody watched the effect on her big tits and puffy pussy lips, and his cock lifted and throbbed.
"Oh, baby, I just can't believe those big tits of yours. Those red, hard nipples. You're dying for my dick! Why squirm around and pretend you're not, huh?"
"Ohhhh, don't fuck her, Cody-don't rape her!" Penny cried, her head turned enough so that she could see her mother's spread body thrash and twist.
Floyd was on the bed with her. His hand passed up and down and over and around her tight, round, firm ass. The fingers dipped into her deep, open crack again and again, and she could feel his fingertips ripple over her puckered, virginal asshole.
Her mother saw it too, and Janet's eyes bulged even more, already knowing the terror and horror that her daughter was going to be subjected to.
Janet twisted and moaned and fought against the strong bonds that made her spread so totally open. She'd known it was going to happen. She'd had the feeling for months. It had preyed upon her. Now, it wasn't just to her daughter that it was going to happen-but to herself.
Again . . .
She made a silent, inward vow. It wasn't going to be like the last time. She wasn't going to come this time. Not once. She was going to hate every stroke, every plunge of raping cock into her body, every drop of squirting, smelling sperm.
She'd had sixteen years to practice for it this time, and she knew she wasn't going to debase herself once.
She wished Russ could be there to watch her this time-to watch her despise every jab and stroke. To watch her hate every second of it. To watch the way her body would be like lead-totally unresponding, without one hint of orgasmic quiver.
She stopped twisting and churning. An odd calm came over her. She felt above it all suddenly. A feeling of supreme confidence warmed through her, leaving her secure in the knowledge that there would be no guilt or shame from being raped this time, because she would not respond with surging orgasm and degrading, shameless cries for more cock, more fucking, more sperm-more .. .
Cody reached out and took her big tits in his broad hands. Her hated, rape-causing tits. He fondled them. Her tits were dead, totally without sensation.
He pulled at the long nipples. There was slight pain in them, he pulled so hard. That was good. Pain was good. Pain made the feeling stay away.
He came down against her, opening his mouth. His lips wrapped around one of the prick-like nipples and sucked. His tongue flicked and stroked, and his hands squeezed. She could feel his stubby, thick cock bumping against her inner thighs.
She inhaled harshly through her nostrils. She turned her eyes to her daughter, who was watching closely from her balled-up position. Janet could see Penny's round ass pointing right at her.
Her cheeks were parted wide. The little asshole puckered and pulsed. Her virginal cunt lips pouted down from the bottom of her crotch, puffy and sweet. Floyd's fingers teased and massaged them as they both watched Cody suck on her tits.
Janet caught her daughter's eye and held it. Do it this way, honey, she thought across the distance. Be like Mommy and feel nothing, 'and there'll be no guilt or shame.
But Penny's mouth opened, and her eyes rolled slightly. "Ohhhh, God," she moaned softly.
Janet looked quickly. Floyd's fingertip traced up and down her daughter's vulnerable pussy slit, circling lightly at the top of her young cleft.
The bastard was tickling her clit! Janet cried inwardly.
Her legs kicked against the bonds. Her tits jiggled in Cody's sucking mouth. She wanted up. That wasn't fair. Floyd wasn't playing fair! He was trying to get Penny hot!
"Mmmm, God-what tits!" Cody gasped, suck�ing his mouth from them. He looked down at the stretched, full nipples, the way they were so red and wet and throbbing. He looked at her whole naked body, missing nothing.
"Let's get a taste of that open pussy, baby," he growled huskily, shifting his position.
Janet started. She lifted her head slightly and watched him hover over her split middle. Her hips jerked. He couldn't suck her cunt! That wasn't the way a rape was done!
She felt his warm breath over her twat. It bathed her inner thighs. Her flesh quivered. Her pussy lips filled and moved, and she could feel the shameless way they were behaving.
He opened his mouth. He brought it down over her spread cunt. His lips crushed her golden pubes and pulled lightly on them, making needles of sensation jitter through her abdomen.
"Nnnn!" she groaned through the gag, twisting again.
"She likes it, Cody," Floyd cackled. "Crap, they all like that long tongue of yours. Go on, give her cunt a shot with it and let little daughter watch how much Mommy likes it, so she can quit worrying about her and start thinking about my hot cock and her own pleasure. It's always better that way, ain't it, Cody?"
He ran his fingers up and down Penny's virginal slit again, feeling the way the puffy lips were swelling open and the way cunt honey was beginning to form in the succulent crack. He wanted lots of cunt honey to come out. He needed lots of it to coat his long prick with.
Cody grinned against Janet's pussy. She could actually feel him doing it. His lips compressed her twat petals and massaged them. Then his tongue tip came out and traced up the silky inner tissues of them, stroking more feeling into her pussy than she wanted to feel.
It wasn't fair!
She tried to clamp her thighs together. She couldn't, of course. The sheet knots dug into her ankles and hurt.
Cody put his hands to her pussy. He used his big thumbs. He pried the succulent lips apart. He lifted back and looked down at the red, silky hole that led right to the center of her being.
Floyd craned his neck and looked too. So did Penny. Janet squirmed slightly again. She didn't like being on such display. It was making her feel funny. She squeezed her pussy muscle tightly, and her cunt mouth jumped.
"Yeah-h-h, baby," Cody whispered huskily. "It's coming, now. I know you can't wait any longer, so here it comes-three fucking feet of fucking tongue! Open wide, baby, and let's see that nice, tight pussy hole gush!"
He lowered his mouth. Janet held her breath. She felt the tip of his tongue right at her pussy mouth. She felt it go into her, slowly, twirlingly-unfairly!
"Nnnnnh!" she cried, her hips switching back and forth.
His tongue went in and in. She gasped. The top of her scalp prickled. She could feel her face going red, her body flushing all over. She fought for control. She fought hard. She'd never felt anything like his tongue. It wasn't hard and raping and painful. It wasn't squirting her full of stinky cum.
It was filling her with-with . . . sensation!
She twisted and heaved. She made squealy, strange sounds behind the gag. She felt her pussy walls squeezing and sucking around the invading tongue.
She couldn't believe the feelings generated inside her cunt. She'd never had her hole eaten out before-not once. Russ had wanted to try it with her, but if she would barely let him run his cock into her pussy, she certainly wasn't going to let him twirl his tongue inside there.
She gasped. She couldn't help it. The bulwark of self-confidence began to crumble. It went, piece by piece, with each swirling dart of Cody's long, slithering tongue.
Her eyes bulged with shock, then darkened with dismay. She knew her daughter was watching her as they hooded and became glazed with the sensation shooting through her body.
Suddenly she was glad Russ wasn't there to watch. If he had been, he would now be seeing the same thing he'd seen sixteen years ago-the same shameless, wanton surging of emotion in her.
Instead of Russ, Penny was there to watch her. She couldn't let her daughter know what was happening to her. She had to hide it-if she could.
Cody's fingertips kept her cunt petals pried wide apart. They began massaging her flesh as his tongue slithered and swirled inside her wettening hole.
She felt her anus pinch together. The sudden thought of that tongue slithering up her asshole made her suck in her breath and made her heart pound violently.
"Ohhh, man-she digs it, Cody," Floyd cackled, stroking Penny's exposed pussy faster and faster, drawing ever more juice from her succulent slit.
Janet shook herself mentally, and her eyes unclouded. It was a short victory. The sensations just wouldn't stop, and she knew she was going to shame herself before her daughter this time-at any moment now.
She gasped again. She twisted her hips. She heaved. She squeezed her cunt muscles, trying to push the long, squirming organ from her vaginal tunnel.
The writhing only made the sensations increase in intensity. It didn't help for her to be able to stare right at her daughter's open crotch. She could see the way Floyd's fingers tickled over her young pussy mouth and quivering little asshole.
She could see the way Penny was shaking and squirming in her balled-up position. She could see the flow of virginal pussy juice leaking from her pretty slit and the way Floyd was trailing the moisture around the bottom of her upturned crotch and coating her puckered asshole with it.
"Ohhhh, Mommy!" Penny groaned again, the sound sharp and quick. She gasped with heat. "Mommy, he's tickling my asshole and my pussy both! Mommy-I'm going to come!"
She twisted and shook. Floyd stopped watching Cody slobber and suck at Janet's spread pussy, and he looked at Penny's opened ass instead.
He rimmed her asshole with the tip of his finger and fucked it inside the clinging, virginal channel up to the first knuckle, as if giving her a little feel of what was to come, but not too much.
"Mommy! God, I'm going to come! I can't help it, Mommy! Ohhhh, don't hate me again-I can't help it! I'm coming! Now! Ahhhhgh-I can't. .. help . . . ohhhhh!"
Penny's body tightened all over and shuddered. Her asscheeks clenched and released with each spasm that shot through her young body. She wanted to stretch out and heave her hips and throw herself into the strong orgasm, but she couldn't because of the way she was tied up into a tight ball. She could do nothing but press her knees and face against the bed and let her rifted ass shudder and shake around his fucking finger.
Janet watched her daughter come. She saw the way the tight anal mouth sucked and pulled at the finger imbedded in it. She heard her daughter's cry for forgiveness and sobbed inwardly. How could she-the most shameful of women-be asked to forgive the shaking rush of orgasm at the hand of a rapist?
She groaned behind the gag. Her body tossed. Her tits heaved, and the nipples stretched even farther and harder from the ends of the big, jiggling cones.
Her pussy tunnel widened and caught, and then it crushed down hard around Cody's deeply imbedded tongue, spasming and sucking at the organ wildly.
Juice gushed from her vaginal walls, and she knew her honey was running down the trough of his tongue into his mouth. The thought made her go wild with lust.
Still, she tried hard not to give vent to the shaking, twisting spasms as much as she wanted to. She had to try to pretend that she wasn't shameless again.
She didn't fool either Cody or Floyd. Floyd cackled. His long cock lifted and jerked as he feasted his eyes first upon Penny's finger-sucking butt and then upon Cody's suctioning mouth.
Cody fucked his tongue into her quivering hole, darting it quickly, making it like a velvety prick. He licked all around, lapping up her warm, thick honey as quickly as it formed, and Janet knew she hadn't fooled him or herself or anybody at all.
"Nnnnngh!" she squealed through her gag, her body tossing. One thought seared through her mind as she came-the thought Penny had just expressed ... I can't help it!
Something happened to her right then-something sharp and cutting. It felt as if a great piece of herself had just been severed from the rest of her.
She felt it float away, could watch it dissolve in her mind's eye. It was cast adrift like a great, cold iceberg, and it was slowly melting in the sea of her consciousness, never to return.
Her eyes stared, but they were looking inward. She was only barely conscious of the way Cody had slipped his tongue from her spasming pussy, the way he was wiping his face of her cunt honey with the back of his hand.
He came over her, and she felt the head of his stubby cock bump her inner thighs and rattle upward toward her split, gaping cunt. She felt the press of his cockhead against her fleshy, quivering pussy lips, the way it nosed between her folds.
It was happening again. She was being raped. His cock was sliding into her silken hole. She felt the wide head spread the muscular ring of her vagina.
She felt the shaft ripple over the mouth and run into her body. She felt the squeezing her cunt tunnel gave it-as if trying to keep his prick out.
But not keeping it out. . .
Rape . . .
But not rape ... so different this time . . .
She tossed her head from side to side. She moaned constantly, the sound far away and muffled through the gag. But it was a screaming in her mind, over and over again. I can't help it!
Her body lifted. Her hips tipped upward. Her pelvis rocked, and her cunt opened wide for the fat, stubby cock that stretched the silken tissues and made sensation sear through her.
Her clit stretched from the top of her cleft, throbbing and pulsing redly, the little organ seeking this time instead of recoiling from the touches and the pressures it had wanted again for all these years.
Cody rammed his prick all the way to the back of her quaking, opened, yearning cunt. His pubic bone ground down against the tip of her screaming clit.
He fucked her deeply. He lay upon the ends of her surging tits, and she felt her whole body soar with sensation-because it couldn't help it!
"Ahhhh, God-what a wild, hot cunt!" Cody gasped, surprise in his voice. "She's gobbling my cock alive, Floyd!"
Penny gasped. She looked over at her mother. She gasped again. She could see it was true. Her mother's hips tossed and churned. Her thighs made a soft bed for Cody's hips.
Cody fucked up and down over her mother. She could see his cock run in and out of her open, wet hole. She could see the glimmer of much cunt honey on his shaft. It smeared over her pussy lips and inner thighs. The sounds of sucking wetness from his pistoning cock were loud in the room.
Her mother was fucking back! Fucking wildly! Then Penny stopped concerning herself with her mother and the sudden, unpredictable change that had come over her. She felt Floyd get to his knees behind her ass. She felt the head of his long prick prod between her firm cheeks, riding up and down the deep cleft that was so open and exposed.
Her crack was sopping wet. She realized then why he'd been tickling her pussy so much-what he'd been doing. She gasped, her mouth open against the bed, her tits bunched up under her knees like big, hard pillows of flesh.
She felt his leaking prickhead center at her asshole and press inward slightly. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She remembered the feel of her father's tongue there, and she reinforced the image, pretending that the oily slit at the tip of his prick was the wet tip of her father's wonderful tongue.
"Ahhhh!" she squealed thinly. "Mommy-he's going to fuck his long cock up my asshole! Ohhhh, I'm going to come and come, Mommy! He's going to make me come! Is it all right if I come, Mommy? Is it? I'm not going to be able to stop it from happening, Mommy!"
Floyd pressed. The wide head spread her anal ring. She felt the searing fire, the widening of her virginal asshole. Her butt shook and rippled.
She felt icy sensations shoot up her spine, and then they became burning ones, alternately. Thrill after thrill blazed through her young body.
There was pain, too, but it became dulled and diluted with each fraction of an inch his cock drove into her virginal butt, until there was only wild sensation.
His cock went up and up. It seemed it would never stop. It reached the depth her father's tongue had been and kept coming. Her butt opened wider and wider.
Her asshole rippled and pulsed with each vein and bump that slid over the tight mouth. She shuddered constantly, moaning, wanting to toss and heave, wanting to scuttle away from the driving, reaming rod and wanting to shove her ass back against it at the same time.
She couldn't do either one. She couldn't do anything but remain there, doubled up, her ass thrusting into the air, while his cock skewered her ass and sank between the firm, round cheeks of her shaking butt.
She blinked. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She gasped constantly. The prick didn't have an end to it. She began feeling stuffed. Her virginal pussy lips fluttered and pouted down and open at the bottom of her crotch.
She felt them leaking and dripping her hot honey. She wished she could touch them, swirl her fingers over her clit the way she had this morning when her mother had caught her.
She heard her mother cry out in a strangled way, and she swiveled her eyes enough to be able to look.
Her mother's hips were lifted high. Her legs were quivering. Her butt cheeks were clenching open and closed, and her pussy was sucking furiously at the hot cock imbedded in it.
Her face was flushed red. Beads of sweat made her forehead glisten. Her tits were so hard they seemed to be supporting his weight.
Her mother was coming. She was coming hard and openly, as if she didn't care any more, as if all the lectures had been so much hot air that she hadn't really meant.
Penny felt Floyd's pubic bone crush up against her pouting butt finally. The inward drive of his long prick stopped. It felt as if it were at the back of her throat it was so deeply imbedded in her young body.
Her mouth opened. Saliva drooled from it onto the bed. Her body began heaving and shaking, and waves of orgasm ripped through her even as Floyd started the first backward stroke of his cock.
"Ahhhhgh! I'm coming again! Mommy! He's fucked his long, long prick all the way up my ass, and he's making me come again! Oh, Mommy-yaaaagh!"
She shuddered and quaked. She felt Floyd's prick withdraw nearly all the way from her tight, virginal asshole. As if not wanting him to take it out, her anal ring gripped the shaft tightly with sucking spasms that pulled inward.
His hands went on her hips. He held her upright, kneading her ass flesh as he fucked back into her. His prick stroked in and out of her asshole, and Penny's emotions ignited and blazed.
"Yaaaah!" she cried, making it a constant, drawn-out moan of orgasmic bliss.
Floyd grunted. His prick began to fly in and out of her upturned ass. She felt it buck inside her body. She felt the head swell and jerk, and she knew he was getting ready to come.
His balls slapped up against her virginal pussy lips, making her twat tingle unmercifully.
She kept watching her mother and Cody. She saw Cody's furred butt cheeks open and close as he fucked his thick prick in and out of her mother's sucking, wet-sounding hole.
Then he grunted. She tossed her head. She seemed to swivel her hips, as if urging him on. He grunted again, gasping. He clutched at her big tits and hung on.
He mashed his hips against her open crotch, sinking his cock into her hole to the hilt. His balls drew up into hard spheres. He gasped one more time, and then his asscheeks clenched tightly and drove downward, making his prick shove all the way into her pussy.
"Gaaagh!" he roared, his prick exploding.
He shot wads of sperm into Janet's pussy. She felt it bubble and hose and squirt. His prickhead seemed to expand to an impossible girth, and then it danced at the back of her pussy.
She couldn't keep her hips still. She tossed her head back and forth. She wished she didn't have the gag in her mouth. Then she could yell all she wanted to. Then she could tell her daughter that it was all right to come when you couldn't help how hot someone else made you become.
She could tell Penny that there was no guilt or shame in coming when you were raped.
She felt the warm flood of sperm fill her cunt tunnel. It wasn't a disgusting sensation any more. It seemed the right one, the ultimate one.
She felt her hips shudder again, and she realized she'd lost count of her orgasms now. They were coming one after the other, spilling from her, each squeeze of her pussy around his hard cock seeming to bring on the next spasm.
She felt elated inside. There was no guilt any more-no shame. How could there be, when she couldn't help coming-couldn't help being raped?
She realized she couldn't help it the last time, either. Her poor virginal body hadn't had a chance-no more than Penny's did right now.
With four pricks stroking in and out of her pussy, between her big tits, up her tender ass, between her succulent lips and down her throat-there was no way then she could have stopped from coming.
She'd been overwhelmed with sensation. But, instead of realizing that, she'd thought only of the shame for coming, the ignominy of being sexually assaulted in front of her boy friend.
Then the shame had turned to guilt when she realized she was crying for more, yelling to be fucked again and again, and she'd made Russ atone for her own guilt all these years.
Russ . . .
She tossed her head and moaned again. She had one wish now-that it was her wonderful, sweet, understanding husband's prick up her pussy right then, flooding it, warming it, making it spasm and shudder.
He'd been so good for so long that, at that very moment, Janet didn't understand why he'd stood it, why he'd put up with her screwed-up head, why he hadn't left her.
Russ ...
God, he deserved all the squeezing and sucking her pussy was pouring forth upon Cody's raping cock. He deserved everything, now-everything he'd always wanted from her.
And he was going to get it! From now on! God, yes!
She felt Cody's final lunge, the final throb of his stubby prick, the final, shuddering crush of his hips against her, and her pussy tunnel responded with another series of wet, gushing spasms that made fluid spurt from her bloating lips and coat her thighs.
"Mommy! He's going to come in my ass!" Penny cried tremblingly. "I can feel his cock throbbing and bucking way up inside my butt! Ohhh, it tingles, Mommy! He's going to make me come again! Ohhh, I can't help . . . yaaaagh!"
She quivered and shook. Her anal ring pulsed around the thick root of the long cock. She milked and sucked with her tight butt hole, and the sperm rushed through the long tube and sprayed into her ass, filling her with warm wetness.
"Gaaaah!" Floyd yelled, crushing up against her asscheeks, his fingers spreading wide around her hips as he pulled her butt back against his cock. "How I love fucking assholes!"
He shuddered and gasped and then collapsed over her back, puffing hard. After a long moment, he lifted up. He began sliding his prick out her wet asshole.
"Now, baby-for a little fucking in that pretty, sweet pussy of yours," he whispered huskily.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Russ still felt drunk. But it wasn't from the booze any more. That had long since worn off, back in Sherry's apartment. It was from something emotional inside him, and he knew just what it was.
He was free.
He'd been a prisoner of Janet's for sixteen long years. A prisoner of her guilt. He'd been a prisoner of his own guilt, too, in a way.
How many times had he remembered that night? Millions, at least. And why? Because he'd witnessed his virginal girl friend being fucked to a wanton, babbling frenzy of lust?
Maybe at first, but that wasn't the real reason. Certainly not for this long.
His own guilt had come from being so helpless-from having to stand around and shove his hands into his pockets and just watch, as if looking on at a game of marbles, or something.
Yet, had he really been helpless? Or had he just been a fucking yellow-bellied coward, afraid to lift a hand and tear into them and make them stop?
He hadn't had a chance. Not against four of them. He'd told Janet that often enough. He'd told himself that even more often. Yet, there was an image that kept recurring and wouldn't let him alone.
When he closed his eyes, even right now, walking down the sidewalk toward the motel, he could see it, just as it had been there sixteen years ago.
The branch. The gray-white, dead, seasoned, hard, heavy, Dark oak branch.
It had been lying just off the pathway. The moon's silvery light had picked it out and made it glare at him from the darkness of the surrounding grass and bushes.
He'd seen it. He'd thought about picking it up. He'd had several chances to do that. Then, with the branch in his hand . . .
He'd gone back to the lake a week after. He'd found the branch. He'd picked it up and had tested its heft. It was like a baseball bat. He could still remember the sudden hollowness in his chest when he'd swung it experimentally-then the surge of power from his guilt back then when he'd heaved that damned branch as far into the lake as he could.
Russ saw a couple stare at him as they passed him on the dimly lit street. The woman pointed.
The man laughed with a snickering sound. They hurried off.
Russ looked down at his hand and saw what had startled them. He was holding the brass prick by the head, his fist tight about it, just as if it were a club. As if it were the branch he could have beat the shit out of those four bastards with.
He glanced around quickly. He shoved the cock under the cover of his coat. He passed a litter bin and nearly tossed the prick into it.
He set his jaw. No, it was for Janet. It was the symbol of their whole lousy marriage. He'd give it to her. The cock she deserved and the club he could have used and didn't. That's what the brass prick was.
He hurried along the street, seeing the motel just ahead. Oddly, he felt giddier than ever, barely able to wait until he could toss the heavy cock at her feet and gather his things together and walk out.
Penny? She was just going to have to take care of herself. He was finished. Through. It was time to come alive, to start living, before he was dead.
He mounted the steps and paused before the door. He sucked air clear down to his balls-sweet, clean, tingling drafts of air.
He twisted the knob and opened the door and saw two naked-assed bastards fucking his wife and his daughter. - They looked up. The men looked. The girls were trussed and couldn't turn to look.
A new kind of dizziness came over him. He was aware of the two of them drawing their glistening, cum-coated pricks out and standing up to face him.
Their expressions were intensely threatening. It would have been comical, if he'd felt amused right then. It took skill to look threatening when you were buck-assed naked and had just been caught with your prick up a guy's wife's pussy-or his daughter's ass.
"Daddy!" Penny cried, the sound quavering and full of emotion.
Cody didn't respond. He was. crouching. His stocky body looked hard and muscular, all the more so since he had no clothes on to cover the bulges.
The motion was automatic with Russ. It had been an imagined motion for sixteen years, and it was now suddenly real, and he knew it was going to be different this time.
The brass-plated cast-iron prick came into his hand. The shaft angled from his fist, capped by big, solid, heavy balls. He moved forward, conscious of the way his wife was spreadeagled on the bed, the way her red pussy gasped wetly open and gleamed with the sperm that ran backward from it.
He was aware, too, that there was his daughter this time. His mind jumped from the present to the past and back again. Penny looked so much like Janet that he had both time slots before him at once-Janet in the past and Janet in the present. Both raped.
The club was in his hand this time. There were only two of them instead of four. There could have been ten, it wouldn't have mattered. He would still have waded into their midst after all the years of imagining the chance to do it again.
Cody leaped sideways, an agile jump. But it wasn't quite agile enough, because he was having to invent on the spot, while Russ had practiced in his mind for an eon.
The cast-iron balls swung through the air and caught Cody in the side, just under the arm held up to fend off the blow. He yelled and staggered into the wall.
Floyd rushed forward in long-legged strides, swinging his fist. Russ pivoted and reversed the prick in his hands, holding the balls, shoving out with the thrusting shaft.
It was all one smooth motion, like doing a ballet. The cockhead rammed into Floyd's lanky stomach, and Russ could swear he felt it bump against the man's spine on the other side.
Floyd barfed instantly, doubling over, clutching his stomach. Another pivot, another reversal in his hands, another swing, and the heavy balls thudded over Floyd's skinny butt.
He pitched forward and rammed his head into the wall and collapsed on the spot. Cody staggered toward the door, clearly wanting out, naked or not.
Russ watched him move. He felt so damn strange he couldn't believe he was just standing there. There wasn't any rush. The bastard wasn't going to get away. Not after all this time.
Cody was nearly out the door when Russ moved forward. He got behind Cody and saw the dangling point of his aim, right there between Cody's legs.
He didn't use the brass prick. He swung his foot back and forward-like a dancer again. He wondered how many times he'd made this kick in his mind. Enough so that the aim was perfect.
Maybe Cody's sac ruptured, and maybe the toe of Russ's shoe went part way up his asshole, Russ wasn't sure. The man bellowed into the night and pitched through the door clutching his crotch, rolling naked over the concrete landing' and down the cement steps, crashing into a rough-textured concrete upright. He writhed, abrading his naked body to the point where he would have no skin left covering him if he didn't stop.
Russ saw Floyd lift to his hands and knees, his head weaving groggily back and forth, his butt pointing up and back.
Russ grinned suddenly. He hadn't practiced the next move. He invented it on the spot. It was a clever invention. It showed he still had life in him after all.
He placed the tip of the iron-hard cock right at Floyd's exposed asshole and shoved. He shoved hard. A scream ripped from Floyd's throat. The iron balls snuggled up against his thin asscheeks as the shaft of the cock reamed into his butt. To make sure it was all the way up, Russ tapped the base of the balls with his foot. To be accurate, in fact, he kicked it.
Floyd screamed the way Cody had. Not quite as painfully, but close. He tried to crawl to the door. He seemed to have trouble bending the small of his back, moving as if he had a rod up his ass.
When it dawned on Russ that the bastard was trying to steal away with his fifty-dollar brass prick, Russ went up behind him, grasped the iron balls snuggled up against his butt, put his foot on Floyd's ass, then caused a rapid, forceful separation of his property and Floyd's asshole. The man screamed throatily again and pitched through the door to join his buddy.
They both writhed and groaned, unable to get up. They lay there in public and looked as if they were playing with themselves, grabbing their crotches and moaning. People were beginning to notice.
Russ closed the door. He looked at the stiff, ever-ready shaft thrusting upward. It was a little messy now, but it was still serviceable. He turned back, grinning at his women, showing them the fine prick he'd acquired.
"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." Penny moaned.
Russ stopped grinning. That chapter was over-finally finished after all this time. He hurried to his daughter.
He looked at her balled-up body, running his eyes over the round, spread ass, able to see her inflamed little anus and the seep of white sperm from it.
He gathered the sheet strips in his hands and pulled. The material burst apart. Penny yipped. He worked the knots free at her wrists, and color tingled back into her fingertips as she slowly uncoiled and lifted her arms about him and hugged her naked, sweet body against his.
"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." she sobbed. "Daddy, they raped us and made us come! Again and again! We couldn't help it, Daddy! They made us do it!"
Russ blanched. He held his daughter's shudder�ing body and turned his head slowly, looking at his wife. Her eyes were big and popping. She made sounds behind her gag, trying to talk.
He looked at her spread pussy. He could see how wet it was, how much it had been fucked. There was far too much juice gushing from her hole for some of it not to be hers.
A cold rage consumed him. Then a kind of realization hit him and made him reel, as if it had been a physical blow.
Of course! He'd tried everything to get her to come-everything but raping her himself!
He went to the bed. He looked down at her spread pussy. He saw it quiver and suck inward and more juice ooze from it. While he stared, Janet's hips lifted and circled with invitation. Invitation!
His scalp prickled. It was crazy, but there was no denying the way his fucked-out cock was filling again, lifting inside his pants, responding to the wet, sucking sight of the hole that had been denied him so long.
With a strange cry, he yanked open his belt and unzipped his fly and shoved down his pants. He wasn't aware of his daughter's gasp. She wasn't even around. This was something between him and Janet.
Janet's eyes rolled. Her cunt fluttered wildly. She moaned behind the gag, trying to spit it out. He climbed over the bed and aimed his steely cock.
He was insane. He had to be. A guy didn't take advantage of his wife right after she'd been raped.
But he had to feel it. Damn it, he'd been married to her for sixteen years, and he hadn't felt it once yet. He had to feel what her cunt was like when it was wet and hot and sucking and eager for a cock. He had the right to feel it just once!
He plowed into her pussy. His prick sank deeply into the silken, shivering maw of her red-meated hole. He pressed against her hips and felt her toss and shudder.
Her muscles gripped and pulled and sucked at his prick, just the way he'd imagined they would do for so many years. It was the culmination of all his waiting, of all his patience and efforts.
She tossed and moaned under him. Every part of her squirmed and sucked. Her pussy flesh milked up and down his prick until he couldn't believe the intense sensations she was giving him.
Suddenly, her legs were lifting up and locking around his butt. He turned his head and saw that Penny had untied the sheets and was now coming around the bed to untie her hands and remove the gag- Russ didn't want her to do that. Once she was free, Janet would start pushing at him, complaining and whimpering and being her cold, unapproach�able self.
And yet. . . her heel found the crack of his ass and pressed inward. She moved her legs rhythmi�cally, helping him fuck, making his stiff cock ram into her body deeper and deeper.
When one arm was free, it curled about his neck and held him tightly to her. She thrust her tits upward against his chest. She moved back and forth, massaging his chest with her big tits-the firm mounds she didn't like for him to touch.
When her other arm went around his neck, he felt captured. Her body arched and twisted under him. He wasn't controlling the plunge and withdrawal of his prick any more-she was! She was raping him!
Penny reached forward and plucked the gag from her mouth. Russ held his breath, waiting for the words that would give the lie to all her body was doing.
"Ahhhh, darling-fuck me! Fuck me!" Janet cried. "Ram that big, wonderful prick into my cunt and fuck me hard! Ohhh, don't ever stop fucking me, darling! We've so much to make up for! God, Russ, I'm going to come! Sweet, hard, wonderful come! Ahhhhgh!"
It was explosive. Her body arched and shuddered. Her cunt walls flooded his prick and sucked at the tube, milking him as he'd never been milked before, not even by the whore tonight.
There was a difference anyway. The whore was a whore. This was his wife-the woman he'd lived with and loved all these years, the woman who had borne his sweet, beautiful daughter.
"Ahhhhgh, Russ! I'm cured! I want to fuck! I want your big prick and your sperm hosing into me! Let it go, Russ-give it to me, now!"
He couldn't stop it. Especially when Penny's hand smoothed over his butt and went between his legs and fondled his balls. She hovered over her mother and father and watched breathlessly, waiting for him to blast his load freely and fully into her mother's receptive cunt.
He couldn't hold it. The charge bolted from him. He ground down against Janet's hips and shuddered, his prick pumping wildly.
"Janet..." he gasped. "I don't..."
"Oh, darling-it was Penny! She showed me, Russ! She-ohhh, I'll explain it all later! Right now, Russ, I-" She gasped. She sucked in air and turned colors. "Russ, I want. . . ohhh, fuck my ass, darling-fuck it!" she blurted. "Anywhere you want, everywhere you want! Between my tits! In my mouth! God, there's so much wasted time to make up!"
"Ohhhh, Mommy-me first!" Penny pleaded, sitting beside them, her young pussy stretched open wide. She had the head of the brassy prick at her cunt mouth. They could both see her cherry stretched over her vagina. They could see the heat and the quivering and the juiciness of her succulent twat.
"Me first, Mommy!" she gasped again.
Russ sucked in his breath. His cock throbbed and jerked inside his wife's cunt. He felt the answering squeeze of her pussy.
"Yes!" she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. "Darling, you must! You must fuck our sweet daughter! She must have a good, patient, loving man for her first prick! Ohhh, I want you to be her first, Russ!"
She pushed at him. It wasn't like the other times when she'd pushed at him. She'd been rejecting him then. Now, there was a totally different quality to her push. There was complete assurance that he would be welcomed back.
He watched his daughter spread out on the bed, her hips twisting, her pussy mouth sucking. The ripe, sweet cherry was begging to be plucked.
There was a moment of confusion as he climbed over her. Her image swam before his vision. She became young Janet for a moment-pure, innocent Janet, the girl of his youth, his dreams, the one in his car just before they'd come and taken her from him.
Her arms lifted. Her pussy spread wide. Her knees raised and parted. Her pelvis rocked upward to receive his throbbing prick. He felt himself burst through her thin membrane. He heard her sharp cry of happiness. He felt his cock slide into the sweet, silky haven of her youthful body.
Now it was truly over. He had his wife again, past and present. It was totally erased.
He heard his wife gasp heatedly beside him, and he came back to the present, knowing that he was fucking his daughter. Her arms and legs went around him.
He felt his wife stir his balls and feel the union of his cock in their daughter's virginal pussy. She slipped the juice from Penny's cunt and coated her own asshole with it, readying herself, eagerly waiting.
"Ohhhh, Daddy-I'm coming!" Penny cried.
"Fuck her, Russ! Fuck her good and hard!" Janet urged in his ear, kissing him all over while she smeared the wetness over her crotch and ass.
"Janet!" he gasped. "Janet-at last!"
His balls boiled. His prick hosed. He shot his sperm into his daughter's virginal pussy and felt her drink it up. But already he was turning to his wife, feeling her round ass, looking at the wetness between her thighs.
