(caution, "N" word ahead, M+F, m+F, Mf, anal, oral, ws, interr, inc, ped, voy)
by Art Martin
Shingles aren’t the only thing to be laid when the Quibly clan lay on a new roof for the Blalocks’. Bobby Ray receives Jonah's ire for knocking up his little sister while Lynette receives something entirely different from her Pa.
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Mercifully the buzzing alarm had been silenced for another few minutes. Luke moaned and cursed, but it did no good. It was Monday morning and he had no choice but to get up and go to work. He'd only gotten two hours sleep at the most. Pacing themselves and using cock rings to keep their erections, he and Jake had alternated all night, pounding Lynette's seventeen year old pussy for hours on end.
She seemed to enjoy it, at least after the first half hour. It amazed Luke that she really got turned on by Jake's abusive pillow talk, enthusiastically becoming the total slut he repeatedly said she was. Damn, she even licked both their assholes. The only thing they didn't do was sodomize her. Despite her enjoyment of having her ass fingered while being fucked, Luke didn't think that she was ready for that. He restrained himself and made sure that Jake laid off too.
Feeling like a condemned prisoner who had to get up for his execution, Luke rolled out of the Stringer's bed and made his way home in the early morning gloom. The shower didn't help him feel that much better. As he sullenly rummaged around looking for his work clothes, Toni got out of bed while Shelly and Bobby Ray continued to sleep.
"Morning, handsome," she said planting a kiss on his bare back. "Want some breakfast?"
"Thanks, Toni. Yer a life saver, but what I really need is some strong coffee."
"Coming up, lover!"
In no time, Toni had a pot of coffee going and the bacon frying. Dressed and ready for work, Luke sat the table ogling the bare‑butt petite woman who was fixing his breakfast with an apron as her only protection from the splattering grease.
"Yer one good looking cunt, Toni," remarked Luke.
"Thanks, Luke. A girl loves a compliment."
"I mean it. Damn, ya know, ya've got an ass to die for!"
Toni playfully wagged her bare buns at him. "And you've got a very nice dick!"
"How 'bout this afternoon... when I get off work... How 'bout if we fuck?"
"Promises, promises! Don't make promises that you might not be able to keep."
"No, seriously. I'd love to fuck ya now, but I don't think I could get it up."
Toni turned away from the stove with the plate of bacon and eggs saying, "Oh, I bet I could get it up, but you'll get fired, Luke."
"No, I won't."
"I don't want a quickie, Luke. What I want is a nice long fucking. You just don't have time for that, lover."
"Guess not, but I do have time for a blowjob."
"Not unless you want to go without your lunch! Didn't you get enough last night?"
"Oh yeah! My poor pecker is some sore."
"And you still want a blowjob?"
"How 'bout if ya just kiss it and make it well."
"Hmmmm, if I do that, I just might get carried away and you'll wind up in the unemployment line."
Toni set the plate down and walked into pantry. "Now what do we have in the fridge for your lunch? Hmmm, how about a baloney sandwich?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine. Make me two."
"With mustard?"
"Yeah. And pickles!"
"Pickles it is!"
Stepping from the pantry with her hands full, she added, "You know, your friend is really cute."
"Bobby Ray? Cute?"
"He hasn't gotten around much, has he?"
"No. He's pretty much a home boy‑farm boy."
"Sort of like you a few weeks ago?" teased Toni.
"Yeah, I guess," sheepishly chuckled Luke.
"Well, here's your lunch, loverboy! Now I'll expect a good screwing this afternoon."
Luke slid his hand up to her pussy. "How can a poor boy refuse?"
Toni pulled away, laughing, "Now, don't get me started! Off with you, handsome! I've got to get home and get the big lug moving."
*****
The banging at the front door went from a civilized knocking to a house shaking pounding.
"Shelly, someone's at the door!" said Bobby Ray startled from his sleep.
"No kidding genius!" replied an agitated Shelly as she rolled out of bed. She found a terry cloth robe and threw it on. Bobby Ray scrambled around until he found his jeans still on the kitchen floor where he had left them, pulled them on and joined Shelly at the front door to see what all the racket was about.
Shelly opened the door to a truly motley crew of scruffy looking hillbillies. Jetter was at the forefront, flanked on either side by his pa and another older man. Behind them Bubba was drooling and a lanky fellow was craning his neck to see her. Milling around further behind, trying to get a look inside were three shirtless boys who appeared to be around twelve to fourteen years old.
The sight of Jetter with his less than attractive features and wandering eyeball, sent a shiver through Shelly. "I guess you're here to fix the roof."
"That's right, Missy," grinned Jetter showing off his tobacco stained teeth. Without invitation he suddenly stepped inside. Seeing Bobby Ray he snarled, "This ain't part of the deal!" Nodding towards Bobby Ray he demanded, "Who's that?"
"That's..."
"Git rid of 'em!"
Bobby Ray stepped forward. "Ya can't barge in here, mister and..."
"Shuddup, Sonny!" barked Jetter as he flashed a knife. "I'll cut yer god damned balls off!"
Surprised and unarmed, Bobby Ray put up his hands pleading, "Now easy there fella. Easy."
"Shuddup, boy, if ya wanna keep yer friggin' balls!"
Jetter turned to Shelly who was frozen at the door. "This ain't part of our deal either!" snarled the roofer.
"What? What's the problem?" asked Shelly.
"This is the problem," said Jetter as he grabbed the lapels of her robe, yanking it open and down to her waist. "Yer supposed to be neked when we got here! And yer gonna stay neked 'til we leave fer the day!"
"Hey!" protested Bobby Ray "Ya can't..."
"I'll gonna do with this whore as I damned well please! I'm paying fer it! Good money! Now if ya don't remove yer sorry ass from here in thirty seconds, Sonny, yer gonna talk funny the rest of yer life!"
"Bobby Ray," said Shelly, "it's okay. Really, it's okay. They won't hurt me."
"That's right," said Jetter. "We ain't gonna hurt her. We're gonna put a new roof on this god damned house, and we're all gonna fuck her! Fuck her all god damned day. Now, yer time with this slut is up sonny boy. Ya wanna keep yer balls, get the fuck out! Now!"
"Shelly?"
"Go on Bobby Ray! Get out of here!" Shelly urged. "Please! Get!"
Jetter pointed his knife towards the open front door. Bobby Ray eased past Jetter and then bolted through the snickering crowd. Once he had made it safely out to his pickup truck, he turned to the see the last of the roofing crew enter the house.
Having pushed inside and away from the door, Jetter loosened the belt to Shelly's robe, allowing the robe to fall to the floor. With his foot, the badly scared man kicked it off to the side.
"Put yer hands behind yer head, slut!" sneered Jetter.
Acceding to his demand, Shelly locked her hands behind her head, thrusting her big jugs forward.
"Now spread yer legs. That's it. I wanna give the boys a good look at ya."
"God damned Almighty!" exclaimed Pawpaw Quibly's brother. "Would ya look at that, Kipper?"
Kipper, a tall lanky fellow in his early twenties answered, "She's like one of them New York models!"
"Don't be so damned stupid," remarked his pa. "Them model girls are all flat chested! Now this is a woman!"
One of the boys remarked, "She ain't got no hair!"
"Yeah," added the youngest boy, "she looks like a little girl!"
"Ki, ki, kin ah fuh her?" stammered Bubba with a drawl.
Pawpaw Quibly stepped forward, "Excuse me, Ma'am. My boy seems to have lost all the fuckin' manners I ever did teached'em. This here's my brother, Chester and that's his boy, Kipper. Ya already met my boy, Bubba. The young'uns, that's Festus, Henry and the boy is Tadpole.
The old man cupped and hefted a tit. "Tadpole, this here ain't no little girl. This here is an in the flesh vision of womanly perfection. Name's Shelly Blalock. Her daddy's a preacher, but she's a whore!" The old man reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy. "She's all wet boys! Musta been fuckin' that young fella. He's got her warmed up fer us already, ready fer a hard day's work."
"Tha's 'nuff, Pawpaw," said Jetter taking charge once again. "Listen up, fellas, we gotta get a roof on this fuckin' dump. Now, if y'all work hard, all of ya'll is gonna get a chance to shove yer cocks in her. If ya really work hard, ya can fuck her two, three times today, but we gotta get the roof on. Today!"
Jetter eyed the double ottoman. "Okay cunt, lie yer ass down over there! Good, now spread'em... Nice pussy! Eh, boys?
"One thang ya gotta keep in mind, boys, when its yer turn to fuck her," warned Jetter. "Jake told me that she jus' got them slut rings in her nipples and she ain't healed up yet, so go easy on 'em. Ya make her tits bleed, by god I'll kick yer ass.
"Kipper, Bubba. Y'all and the boys get cracking! We ain't stripping it, jus' doin' an overlay. Now, we gots a payin' job 'morrow morning, so ya can't dwaddle around here all day dipping yer dicks like there ain't no tomorrow. I'll call each of ya'll in fer yer screw break. Now get busy!"
"Can't ah fu, fuh her now, Jetter?" stammered Bubba.
"You'll get yer chance, Bubba. If ya work hard and do a good job fer me. Now git!"
Bubba scowled at his younger brother. Kipper took his retarded cousin's arm and led him away saying, "C'mon, Bubba, we gotta show the boys how to lay shingles. Ya can teach 'em."
"Ah can?"
"Sure! Yer the best, Cuz Bubba."
*****
"Hey, Big Mike!"
"Hi'ya, Luke! Have a good weekend?"
"Yeah! Great weekend!"
"You'll have to tell us about it. Say... where's that pretty wife of yours?"
"She slept in."
"That's too bad. Could've used a good morning blowjob," laughed Luke's boss. "Speaking of blowjobs, I talked with Estrada this weekend. He's anxious to meet your wife, if you know what I mean." Big Mike winked at Luke adding, "There'll be raise in it for you."
"Yeah, okay. Say, do you have the phone with ya?"
"That's for company business only, Luke."
"Gimme a break will ya? It's important. I wouldn't have asked if weren't important."
"Sure, Luke, okay. Just go over by the trash bins where nobody can see you. Okay? We'll be leaving in a five minutes. Got a long hard day ahead of us."
Luke took the cell phone from Big Mike and walked over and behind the trash bins. On the third try, he got the phone to work.
"Jonah? This is Luke... Fine, thank ya kindly... Yeah, I had fun too... Ya told my pa! Jesus, ya didn't have to... He said that? He's a dirty old bastard, ain't he?... Yeah! Look what I called about... Yeah, he's been fuckin' her... Yeah, I fucked her... So did Jake... My neighbor, Jake... yeah... No, no need to use a rubber... Too late fer that... Yeah, dumbass knocked her up. Yer gonna be a grandpa!... Jake? I guess she liked him. Liked the way he talked dirty to her... Yeah, surprised me, but she really got off on that sort of talk... No, we didn't do that. Saved it fer ya... Seriously... Yeah, yer welcome. Bobby Ray?... Hey, don't be too hard on him, he's scared to death... Yeah, he and Shelly and Jake's wife. Yeah, you'd like'em, fun neighbors... Ya shoulda heard Bobby Ray's plan. He wanted me to divorce Shelly and marry Lynette... He's gonna marry Shelly... Naw! I couldn't do that. She's my wife! Look, I gotta go, my boss is waitin' on me... Yer welcome, Jonah... yeah... Saturday? We're kinda busy Saturday, but Sunday'll be great!... See ya!
*****
Bobby Ray was in a quandary as to what to do. Barefoot and shirtless, he assessed his situation. To his relief, he had his truck keys and his billfold was still in his back pocket.
He tried his best to do what his pa had taught him, to try and think things through before acting. Still, he was sorely tempted to just barge back in and take them all by surprise, but he also realized that there was no way that he could take on that many hillbillies at once. Perhaps he should get his gun from out under the seat and go in blazing, then he thought better of that. If he was lucky, he might get half of them, but then what? Jail? Besides, what if it was all somehow legit? Luke didn't have any money for a roof. "He wouldn't?" he asked himself out loud. "Or would he? Best if I jus' let the Sheriff sort it out. Here in town it won't take 'em but five, ten minutes to get here."
Looking about, he tried to figure out in which house did the nasty neighbors live and in which house were the good neighbors. Then he remembered Lynette. He'd forgotten all about her! Where in the hell was Lynette?
There was no time to waste so he made a quick decision and ran up to the door of the house next door and knocked. There was no answer so he knocked again. The dead bolt rattled and the door opened.
The door cracked open, the safety chain still securely in place. David saw the unshaven and shirtless teenager standing outside and assumed it was one the ruffians that had arrived next door.
"What is it?" David Jenkins asked suspiciously.
"Uh, is Lynette here?"
"Who?"
"Lynette."
"There's no one here by that name!" snapped David as he quickly shut the door and secured the dead bolt. The door safely closed, David began to hyperventilate. He had heard on the news about home invasions by ruthless criminals running amok. He was sure that they were about to be robbed and possibly murdered. His only protection from the marauding gang of thieves was his gun and that was upstairs with his intractable wife. "The... gun! I've... got... to... get... the... gun!" Within two steps he had passed out on the floor.
*****
Precious time had been lost. Flummoxed, Bobby Ray ran to the other neighbor's house and beat on the door. After what seemed an eternity, the door cracked open.
"Oh, hi, lover!" sang the cheery voice. "C'mon in!"
Bobby Ray was relieved to see that it was the wild girl, woman actually, from last night and hurried inside.
"Oh, excuse my dress!" said Toni with a twinkle in her eye, "but I was just going to get a shower. Care to join me?"
The sight of her just standing there without a stitch of clothes threw him for a loop. "Uh, uh, uh," he stammered. He tried to think of her name, but he was drawing a blank. "Uh..."
"Should I take that as a 'yes'?"
"Uh, no, I mean, yes, but, but... can I use yer phone?"
Toni frowned saying, "It can't be all that important."
"Please! I gotta call the Sheriff!"
"The Sheriff! What's the matter?" asked Toni now alarmed.
"There's a gang of hillbillies next door! I think they're gonna rape Shelly!"
"Hillbillies? Oh, them!" laughed Toni. "They're hillbillies alright, but that's Jetter. He's gonna put a roof on their house."
"Yeah, he said that, but..."
"Don't you worry about Shelly. I know Jetter looks mean, but he wouldn't harm a fly."
"He's gonna rape her!"
"What they're doing is not rape. Don't worry, love, Shelly's doing what she likes best and they're getting a new roof for free! Now, how about a shower?"
"Ya sure 'bout that?"
"The shower?"
"No, Shelly and them."
"Yes, I'm sure. Now c'mon, love, I'm all sticky from last night."
Toni strolled away with a slightly exaggerated swaying of her hips. Bobby Ray, having more or less been relieved of his concerns, licked his chops at the openly sexual display and followed Toni towards the bath. He had only gotten halfway across the front parlor when he heard the grunts and soft cursing. Toni passed the open door where the sounds were emanating. The closer he got, the clearer the voices got.
"Fuck me harder ya bastard! Harder! Harder!" cursed a female voice.
"I'll fuck yer god damned brains out, ya slut whore tramp!"
Super imposed over the voices was a soft rhythmic "twap, twap, twap, twap, twap" from flesh meeting flesh, in sync with a "whap, whap, whap, whap, whap" as the headboard bounced off the wall.
"Harder, ya big bastard!"
"Cocksuckin' whore! Take my cock, ya bitch! Yeah, ya love a big dick, don'cha! Yeah, yer a slutty little girl, ain't ya!"
"Yessss!"
"What are ya?"
"A slut!"
"What kinda slut?"
"A dirty cock sucking slut‑whore, ya bastard!"
Upon reaching the open doorway, Bobby Ray stopped dead in his tracks.
"Cum in me! Cum in me, ya big ape! Show me what man ya are! Fill my pussy again! I wanna feel ya shooting off inside me!"
Bobby Ray couldn't believe his eyes or ears. His darling little sister, the mother of his unborn child was on the bed, up on all fours with her knees at the very edge. Behind her, standing and pounding his cock into her was a huge burly man, the hairiest son of a bitch that he'd ever seen. The sneering brute had a fist full of Lynette's short dark brown hair, pulling it so that she was arched backwards while he brutally fucked her from behind, her body shuddering with each forceful impact of his groin into her quivering buttocks.
Toni took him by the arm. "C'mon, love. They'll be finished in a few minutes."
Conflicting emotions surged through Bobby Ray's muddled mind. First Shelly and now Lynette! Neither girl, girls he loved and thought he knew so well, neither was really anything like what he had thought they were.
And this girl? This wanton woman who came in last night and literally fucked him, fucked him while Shelly ground her cum slimed puss in his face. Who was she?
In the bath, the sounds of wild passion could still be heard as the petite girl unfastened his jeans.
"Oh, Jesus," he muttered as Toni licked his penis, stiff and hard from the lewd sex act with his sister that he had just witnessed at the bedroom door.
*****
Naked, lying on the double ottoman, Shelly watched Jetter, Pawpaw, and Uncle Chester undress. As wiry as Pawpaw was, his brother was a heavyset man. Both older men had tattoos, but nothing like the ruined body art that decorated Jetter, and both were sporting hard‑ons from the get‑go. At the sight of their stiff cocks, Shelly's pussy tingled with anticipation. At the same time she felt revulsion as Jetter approached her, his deformed cock swinging between his legs, his dead‑grey eyes looking off in two directions at once between the crooked nose that sported a hog‑ring. He had to be the ugliest, most vile looking man on the planet.
Standing beside her, he toyed with his dick while soaking up her voluptuous nudity. She focused her attention on his dick, the mangled dick that he was shortly going to shove into her. Semi‑flaccid, what foreskin he had left partially covered one side of his ruby red glans, on the other side was the knot of scar tissue, the remains of tissue that was ripped away during a drunken mishap. As his erection swelled, the damaged foreskin retracted but the knot remained.
A foul taste formed in her mouth as the hideous prick grew, a remembrance of the acrid and rank taste of his semen. She closed her eyes, unable to look at the horrific looking man that was going to use her body all day. She felt his rough hands on her knees, spreading her wider. Fighting back tears, she waited to be fucked and begin paying off the new roof.
With the contact of his tongue, the tip sliding up the trench of her pussy, Shelly audibly gasped.
"Yeah, she was fuckin' that fella all right," said Jetter at the end of his first swipe.
Shelly opened her eyes, just in time to see a cock, shrouded in grey‑white pubic hair, with it's foreskin partially retracted being lowered towards her face. Hunched over, Pawpaw straddled her head. Grasping his stiff uncut dick, he stroked her sultry lips with his weeping glans.
Jetter's tongue bore into her cunt again. This time she felt the ball stud on his tongue, raking across her most sensitive tissue. Her lips parted, welcoming the first prick into her mouth. Gagging when he got too deep, she stifled her gag reflex and let the old man's cock enter her throat.
Unseen hands stroked her tits, while the old man's cock slid in and out her throat and the superbly pleasuring tongue toyed with her clit.
*****
"So yer Bobby Ray, Luke's old buddy," said Jake as he sat down for his breakfast. "Nice to meet ya! Luke talks about ya all the time. I'm Jake."
"Uh, yeah. I've sort of heard about ya too."
"Yer sister. Ya really knocked her up?"
"Uh, yeah..."
"Fine piece of fuck meat! A natural born slut! Ain't ya honey?"
Lynette blushed deeply. As much as she enjoyed his crude abusive banter while he fucked her, it was embarrassing to spoken about like that in the presence of her brother.
"Jake, mind your manners," reproached Toni from the stove. "They hardly know you yet."
"She knows me," replied Jake with a lecherous grin. "Don't ya, honey?"
*****
David came to, lying on his back and looking up at the slowing spinning ceiling. The three kids stood looking down at their father, their faces a mix of concern, amusement and curiosity. Julia was looking down at him too. For some reason the air was filled with the discordant sound of hammers, multiple hammers that were completely out of sync with each other.
"David... David... Are you all right? Should I call an ambulance? Just nod if you can hear me."
"I, I think I'm okay... Just passed out."
"Oh! That's a relief! I thought you might have had a stroke or a heart attack."
"No. There, there was young thug at the door. He, he tried to break in! There's a whole gang of them next door. Call the Sheriff!"
"There's no gang of thugs next door. It's a roofing crew. I suppose I'll have to listen to that awful racket all day long! I feel a headache developing already! Now, get up and stop scaring me to death!"
Julia turned away leaving her prostrate husband lying on the floor.
"Do you need some help, Daddy?" asked Billy.
"Thanks, son, but I'll be all right." Slowly David sat up, still a little lightheaded. As the blood began flowing normally, the bruise on the back of his head began to throb. Rubbing it for a moment, he found it to be tender, but at least there was no blood. He hated the sight of blood.
The children watched him struggle to his feet, waiting and watching to see if he fell down again. To Kendall's disappointment, he just merely walked away to climb the stairs.
Upstairs, David found his bedroom door locked once again. "Julia... Julia?"
"What do you want?"
"I need a clean shirt."
"Your shirt is just fine."
"Julia!"
"Don't you raise your voice with me! You need to get going. It's Monday and you need to do the books before you open."
"Julia, can't we talk."
"I have nothing to talk about! Not with the likes of you!"
*****
In spite of the hammering racket, all was wonderful and right in her universe as Shelly trembled and bucked in orgasmic pleasure. The cock in her mouth, the ball and tongue on her clit, the fingers gently tugging and rolling her nipples plus the finger up her ass, all combined for a most satisfying sexual high. All the sensations that were driving her wild suddenly stopped, all except for the warm afterglow of a good cum.
"That got her motor humming," said a far off voice.
"Yeah, she's fuckin' hot to trot!"
"My turn first," said another voice.
Shelly dreamily opened her eyes. Jetter had her by the legs, twisting her and rolling her to her right side. He let go of her right leg and hiked her left high in the air. Then he straddled her right leg while sliding her left over his shoulder. Crouching down, he moved in further between her legs until she felt the head of his mangled cock pushing against her wet pussy. There was no resistance as the head slid in.
"Oh!" she chirped as the knot briefly raked across her clit as it swept past on it's way into her pussy. "Ohhh," she moaned as the knot slid across the front wall of her cunt. The knot stopped, reversed and it was sliding out, across her G and across her clit, then back in again as Jetter settled into his first fuck with the buxom preacher's daughter.
"Oh, my God!" she cried. "That feels wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh, yessss! Oh, mmmmphh!" Uncle Chester's cock cut her off.
*****
"I never knew ya were such a whore!"
"Oh shudddup, Bobby Ray!"
"Damn, we gotta lot of explaining to do when we git home," said her anxious brother as they headed home. "What are we gonna tell him?"
"The truth!"
"Aw shit! We're really gonna git it!... I know! Let's tell him ya got raped."
"Pa knows we've been doin' it!"
"That's just what Luke says. I don't know if I trust him."
"Why would he lie 'bout sumpthin' like that?"
"He jus' wanted to git in yer pants!"
"As I recall, it was you who offered me to him!"
"That's 'cause ya wanted it so bad! Shit! He let that Jake fella fuck ya!"
"You were screwing Jake's wife if I recall."
"She screwed me! Well, first time she did."
"And yer criticizing me!"
"Guys and girls, it's different."
"You're really pathetic sometimes, dear brother. Girls are just like guys."
"Not nice girls."
"Ya know of any nice girls?"
"I used to," he lamented.
*****
Shelly was thrashing about. The constant, relentless rubbing of the knot on her clit and her G‑spot had sent her into an other‑worldly continuous orgasmic state so that she was hardly aware of the cock spewing it's load into her mouth until she started choking on it.
Jetter cried joyfully as his prick swelled and then jetted into the fantastically pulsating pussy.
Feeling the hot nasty sperm being released into her cunt, Shelly hit another climatic peak, sputtering Chester's sperm through her nose in a spasmodic reaction.
*****
"It's about time you two came home!" growled Jonah Williams. "Fine sight you are, Bobby Ray. Where're the rest of your clothes?"
"Uh, we spent the night over at Luke and Shelly's," explained Bobby Ray.
"I don't want to hear it from your lying mouth, Bobby Ray!"
"Pa, let me explain."
"No need for you to explain, boy! Don't waste your breath. I couldn't believe a word you say!"
"Pa..."
"Shut your lying mouth, boy! Luke called me this morning. I know all about it now. You sleeping with your sister! I knew you were doing her and I asked you man to man. You lied to me," he growled. "Now she's pregnant! Carrying her brother's bastard!"
There was a long silence. Bobby Ray and Lynette both knew that was best not to say anything, especially something that might be contrary to what their pa thought or believed.
Finally in a measured tone, Jonah spoke again. "Bobby Ray... so help me God... if you ever lie to me again, I'll take an axe handle and beat you to an inch of your life! You understand me, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"There's work that got to get done. Take the tractor with the disc down to the lower forty where we had sorghum planted last year. I want to plant peanuts there this year. Now get after it! You've already lost half the damned morning. We'll have some dinner at 1:30."
*****
Drained by the protracted orgasm, Shelly struggled to clear her airways of foul tasting semen. No matter that she was in distress, once Jetter was finished, someone roughly rolled her on her back and shoved his cock into her.
*****
Anxiously waiting for what was to come next, Lynette sat in her room, trembling. Her father hadn't said a word to her since they arrived home. She felt for certain that once she had lost the protection of her brother, her father was going to tear into her. Though he had never laid a hand on her before, she felt that it was a good possibly that he'd beat her badly to force a miscarriage. They'd seen something like that on TV a few weeks prior and knew it could happen for real.
She heard the slamming of the screen door. Bobby Ray was on his way. A few minutes later, she heard the tractor start up and then drive away to the field furthest from the house. The tears began to flow. In a few minutes, her brother would be too far away to hear her cries. No one would hear her. Looking up, it didn't surprise her to see her father standing in her doorway.
"Hey, sugar. Why are you crying?"
"Oh, Pa! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, Pa, please forgive me!"
"Whoa! Easy girl, easy. It's all going to be alright. Trust me."
"You mean yer not mad at me?"
"No, darling. I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with your brother. He lied to me. If it's one thing I can't stand it's a god damned lying son of a bitch! I won't stand for it! I won't stand for either of you to lie to me!"
"I'm, I'm pregnant, Pa."
"I know."
"I, I could get an abortion."
"The hell you say! Over my dead body! It may be your baby, but it's also is my flesh and blood! You'll not be killing my grandchild!"
"I won't. I won't, Pa. I promise I won't," she sobbed. "I couldn't never do that."
Jonah hugged his distraught daughter, holding her tightly until the tears had passed.
"Pa, am I gonna go to Hell?"
"What for?"
"Fer, fer doin' it with Bobby Ray."
"You were only doing what comes natural... I'll wager you a bet. I bet that you didn't need to read any instructions."
"No," she replied with a little laugh choked by a lingering sob.
"Boys and girls, men and women, we've been doing that since the beginning of time. I just wish Bobby Ray had been a man and admitted it. I could've gotten you on the pill. Then you and Bobby Ray could've screwed up a storm and not suffer any real consequences."
"Yer not mad about that?"
"It's not such a good thing to do for making babies, but if you're just enjoying a screw, what does it matter who you're screwing?"
"Then it's okay?"
"I wouldn't go around blabbing about it to folks, but here, in this house... if you want to screw your brother, go ahead, have fun. Now, did you have good time last night?"
Smiling weakly she replied, "Yeah! I did!"
"Luke told me all about it. Well, some of it at least."
"What parts?"
"Oh, that he fucked you. Said that his friend fucked you too. Said that you really enjoyed it. Is that all true?"
Lynette felt the heat on her face, "Yes, sir."
"I see... You know how much I love you."
"Yes, sir."
"Then take off your clothes."
"Pa?"
"Let's get something straight. I'm not just your pa, I'm a man. You're a woman. Men and women fuck."
"Pa!"
"Tell me, since after church yesterday, how many men have you fucked? Bobby Ray, Luke and his buddy Jake? Anymore?... No? Well, before your brother returns for dinner, it'll be four! Now, get your god damned clothes off! You're the woman of this house. Bobby Ray's not going to be the only man in this house to fuck you. From now on, you'll fuck the both of us!"
"Pa, please."
"I'll give you a choice. You can either fuck us both or you'll not fuck either of us. It's your choice."
Lynette considered the ultimatum. She tried to imagine doing without sex, like she had done when she was younger. Then it was easy, she was a child and had no idea as to what she was missing. But now, now she knew. She really enjoyed a screwing. Even one of Bobby Ray's quickies in the barn felt good.
Bobby Ray, dear brother Bobby Ray, always eager and almost always available. Trouble was, her brother was mostly interested in just getting his nuts off and not always concerned enough with her pleasure. He used her more than loving her, but then again, she was using him too. Before last night, he had been her only lover and she had thought that that was just fine.
Then there was Luke. Often she had imagined it was Luke when her brother was screwing her. Last night, she discovered the real thing and real thing was much better than what she had imagined. She tried to remember how she felt last night, loving and being loved by Luke. That was wonderful. Then Jake showed up. She was appalled and dismayed that Luke, her darling Luke, would casually pass her to Jake, a total stranger to her, and let him use her like that. Then she let go, becoming the slut tramp that Jake repeatedly said she was. That too was wonderful, shameful, but wonderful nonetheless.
Now, knowing what a trollop she was, her father wanted to use her too. Or did he want to make tender love like Luke had done at first?
"After you graduate next month, you'll be beginning to show," said her father. "You'll be staying on this farm, out of sight until after your baby comes. You won't be seeing anybody, not your friends and certainly not any men friends.
"Do you honestly think that you can go for a day, two days, a week, a month, six months without getting laid?" asked her father. "Do you honestly think that Bobby Ray, seeing you day after day, night after night will be able to stay away from you?"
"No, I suppose not." Still, try as she might, she just couldn't imagine her father as her lover.
"Then it's settled?"
*****
Cousin Kipper had finished his first fuck and went to fetch Bubba. While he was gone, Jetter was back between her legs, sucking his cousin's copious cum from her pussy. The two older men, sat off to the side, drinking beer, raunchily discussing her body and her performance so far.
After a few minutes, Bubba Quibly came shuffling in, his generous layer of fat giggling with each step. It was getting hot up the roof and he'd already stripped off his shirt. Shelly looked up at the next man in line to fuck her. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, the droplets coalescing into thick rivulets that streamed down his face, neck, sagging man‑tits and down his big belly, drowning the caricatures of Mickey and Donald Duck in grimy pools. He stood looking down at her with his beady sunken eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open with his tongue sticking out from his puffy lips.
"Kin ah fuh, fuh her now?" he drawled.
"Yes, Bubba," replied his brother, "it's yer turn to do her."
"She's shore purdy."
"Git to it, ya moron!" snapped Pawpaw. "Git that flabby ass of yers movin', boy!"
"Ahm goin', Pawpaw. Ki, ki, kin ah cornhole her?"
"Ya don't git moving, I'm gonna cornhole ya!"
Bubba smiled and laughed uproariously, his belly and chest shaking grotesquely. Abruptly the laughter stopped and the stupid look returned to his face. After a moment Jetter went to his brother's side. "C'mon Bubba. We ain't got all day."
"Okay, Jetter," slowly replied the moron.
"Ya do what ya want. She's a whore like Sissy."
"Ah knows, Jetter, ah, ah knows. Ah kin duh, duh, do it."
Jetter turned to Shelly. "Help him with his pants!"
Shelly sat up. It felt good to be off her back for a moment. Kneeling she dug around the sweaty folds of fat until she found Bubba's belt, snap and zipper. She opened his jeans and pulled them down his legs. There she encountered a problem. He still had his shoes on. She couldn't get the pants leg free. With his ankles constrained, Bubba began to teeter. With a thunderous crash he fell over, and in the process took Shelly down too.
Pawpaw and Uncle Chester roared in cruel laughter at Bubba's plight. Shelly, pinned below the sweaty blob of blubber, found her face pressed into his humid stinking groin. After rolling about in a near futile attempt to right himself, grinding his ball sack and cock in her face, he managed to crawl up onto the ottoman. There he sat with his legs outstretched waiting for someone to help him with his shoes.
Exasperated, Jetter snarled, "Ya gotta take his shoes off first, ya stupid whore!"
Wiping Bubba's sweat from her face and fighting back tears, Shelly took Bubba's shoes off and managed to extract his legs from his jeans. Then helping the clumsy simpleton stand, Shelly sat in his place, lay back, lewdly spreading herself to him.
Bubba stood dumbly staring down at the pussy offered to him with a befuddled expression. Then frowning he looked questioningly to Jetter.
"Oh, fer Christ's sake," grumbled his brother. "Git up whore! He don't want ya that way."
"What does he want?"
"He wants to cornhole ya."
"What?"
"Cornhole. Ya never been cornholed?"
"I don't..."
"He's gonna stick it in yer ass. Now, git up on yer hands and knees!"
Bubba smiled stupidly once she was in position. Jetter helped him along by spreading her cheeks so he could quickly locate his target. Then he waddled up and pressed his cock to her anus. He pushed and pushed. Shelly did her best to relax her sphincter, but to no avail.
"Uncle Chester," said Jetter, "go get that butter dish off the kitchen table." Chester hurried to the kitchen and was soon back. Scooping up a few fingerfuls of butter, Jetter rubbed it into her asshole. Bubba moved back into position. After prodding a few times her bunghole opened and the goon's cock slipped deep into her rectum.
A few feet away, sitting directly in front of her were Pawpaw and Chester grinning and giggling like two schoolboys waiting for their childish trap to spring on some unsuspecting soul.
Shelly reflected that this wasn't so bad, he certainly wasn't too big and at least her cunt was getting a little rest. She waited and waited for Bubba to start thrusting and get it over with. He never moved. Shelly pushed back to help get things started.
"Be still, whore!" barked Jetter. "Let him be! He knows what he's doing."
Shelly doubted that statement as she could feel that his cock was softening. Suddenly things changed. Horrified, she felt the hot stream of piss shooting into her gut. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! OHHHHH, MY GOD!"
Pawpaw and Uncle Chester roared in laughter, while Jetter cursed her, ordering her to remain still. On and on the hot piss flowed into her bowels, steadily and with no end in sight. She also heard Bubba giggling idiotically as well, his sweaty stomach jiggling against her upturned rump.
"Pisses like a horse, don't he girlie!" laughed Pawpaw.
"Awwwwwwwwww," she whimpered at the degrading indignity.
Finally after pissing at least two liters, the flow ebbed and then stopped. Bubba's laughing diminished, but the two old men were still in stitches. Shelly wanted to run to the bathroom, but Jetter made her stay put with Bubba's soft cock still plugging her hole.
"Jus' be still, damn it! He ain't done yet."
"I got to go!" she pleaded.
Jetter swatted her across the back of her head growling, "Ya ain't goin' nowhere yet, so stop yer belly aching!" After a few more swats, he was satisfied that she'd stay put. Jetter moved behind his brother, reaching between his legs to rub his balls.
"Oh, my god," muttered Shelly as she felt the cock begin to swell in her butt. A few moments later, Bubba began to move. Her face twisted in a grimace, Shelly cried, "Oh, god!" as the thrusting begun. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted, the plunging action causing her piss enema to slosh back and forth. As painful as having her gut stirred was, she was still aware of the leakage from around his cock that had begun to dribble down her legs. Mercifully, Bubba grunted after only two minutes. That was Shelly's only indication that he was sperming her ass. The thrusting stopped.
Jetter knelt down beside her. "When he pulls out, ya better clamp that butt hole shut and run like hell, girl."
Shelly did just that. As soon as Bubba's cock vacated her posterior, she bolted for the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet on time.
Her humiliation wasn't over. As she sat weeping, evacuating her bowels, Pawpaw and Chester where at the door watching and mocking her, talking and laughing about her in a most degrading manner. Finally the two dirty old men ceased to torment and taunt, mercifully disappearing, only to be replaced by Jetter who watched her finish with his wandering eyes.
"Yer a mess," he said pointing at the soiled toilet seat. "Ya better git cleaned up." What he said rang true as her buttocks and inner thighs were covered with mess. "Go on, git in the tub and I'll wash ya off."
As Shelly crawled in the dry tub, Pawpaw and Chester returned to the bath.
"Stand there," instructed Jetter. "Turn around."
"Oh, my word, girlie," cackled Pawpaw, "Yer disgustin'! Ya better sit yer nasty ass down!"
As soon as she sat down, she cried out, "Ohhh! Ohhhh! OHHHHH, MY GOD!" as Pawpaw began pissing on her, hosing her down across her back and over her shoulders to piss on her tits and legs. When his flow stopped, Uncle Chester took over, pissing on her pussy and tits before finishing on her back.
Shelly, sobbing at the latest degrading act, waited for Jetter to join in. Instead, he started the bath water and then the shower. Shelly hollered as the water was freezing at first, but it soon warmed up, beating down on the humiliated girl as she sat crying. Jetter stepped into the spray, knelt and helped her to her feet. With a tenderness she hadn't expected, he soaped her up with his bare hands, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her smooth slippery flesh.
Shelly closed her eyes and pretended that it was Luke who was lovingly caressing her, but all too soon, the hot water gave out. Fond memories and the shock of the cold caused her to laugh gleefully as she scrambled to cut the flow of water. She turned, expecting to see Luke only to come face to face with Jetter's disfigured malevolent mug. To her disgust, he kissed her full on the mouth, his breath reeking of snuff and rotting teeth.
Breaking the kiss, he sneeringly said, "Yer one fine piece of pussy meat. Turn 'round, honey‑slut. I wanna massage my cock again."
Following his instructions, Shelly turned with beads of water dripping from her nude body,thankful that she didn't have to look him in the face. Leaning forward, she braced herself on the rim of the old bathtub.
*****
Racked by guilt, David did his best to update his books. Over and over, the events of last night gnawed at him. He never should have slept naked with Billy and he knew it. He rationalized that since he didn't touch the boy once they were in bed, that things were all right. Still he knew good and well that the whole thing should have never happened.
"It's Julia's fault," he finally rationalized. "If she'd just be a wife to me, if she just gave an inch sometimes, nothing would have happened. Well, nothing really did happen. I didn't touch him. I didn't touch him!"
He satisfied himself for a brief moment, then the guilt came surging back. Guilt that he just lay there, pretending to be asleep, while his little boy's hand crept to his groin. "But nothing really happened," he said to himself. "He was just curious. It'll never happen again."
He was spared further agonizing guilt by the distraction of FedEx dropping off the large box from Boris. He checked the shipment against the inventory and satisfied himself that every thing was in order. Soon he was preparing an e‑mail to send out to his selective clients to inform them of the newly available DVD's.
His heart jumped when the door chime sounded. Was it the Sheriff? Did the Sheriff know or was it the Feds? How did they discover him? His heart pounding, he hurriedly opened his e‑mail, cut and pasted his message, selected the appropriate address file and clicked 'send'.
With trepidation, he looked out into the store to see two elderly ladies browsing about. He felt relief, but knew full well that he'd be jumpy for the next few weeks until he had liquidated his stock. "How am I going to sell all of this? I'll have it hanging around for months. Why did Boris double my order? I'll never sell all of this!"
Gathering his wits, he went out onto the floor and asked if he could be of assistance. As usual, they said they were just browsing. Thirty minutes later, the store was empty and no sales had been rung up.
David bemoaned the fact that if it weren't for his dealing in kiddie porn, he'd go broke. "I should've opened an adult bookstore," he muttered. "At least that's legal! Maybe so, but Julia certainly wouldn't have gone for that! So here I am stuck selling Bibles and prayer cards!"
*****
With her heart racing, Lynette slipped her blouse over her shoulders. Discarding the garment on the floor, she looked up into the expectant face of her pa.
"You're beautiful, baby," Jonah whispered. "I've always known that you were beautiful, but I never realized just how beautiful."
"Thank you," she said blushing. "I, I lost my bra somewhere last night."
"You don't need a bra. Not here, at home... Damn! Can I touch you?"
"If you wanna, Pa."
Jonah reached out to his daughter's bare breasts, cupping and feeling the firm young tit‑flesh with his work roughened hands. Rubbing both pebble‑sized nipples with his thumbs, he watched as her face took on a most serene expression.
Her pa's hands suddenly stopped the delightful torment of her highly sensitive nipple. Opening her eyes, she saw that her pa was removing his overalls.
*****
Not having to look into his horrific face, Shelly was free to enjoy the feel of Jetter's unusual cock as it fucked her pussy. As he fucked her, Jetter twisted his body from side to side so that the knot of scar tissue pleasured the various areas of her pulsating cock socket. The longer he fucked her, the higher her passion rose until the only thing that mattered to her was the pleasuring friction inside her wanton cunt.
"Yer a hot fuck, Missy," Jetter hissed as she fucked back at him. "Yer pussy's gotta be the best in town. That's it, slut girl, squeeze my god damned cock! Yer a fine whore!"
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she hissed back. "Fuck me all day, all day!" Rocking back and forth as she fucked, she felt a cock brush against her face. Opening her eyes, she saw the stiff cock right in front of her. Wild with lust, she gobbled it down unaware and uncaring that it was Bubba's cock, still stinking with piss, cum and the residue from her own rectum.
*****
"Ohhhh, Pa! Ohhhh, Pa!" moaned the teenaged girl as her father leisurely sucked and nibbled on her dark brown nipples. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! That's feels sooooo goooood. Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
"You like that, baby?" asked Jonah softly before engulfing her teat again.
"Oh, yesssss, Pa! Yesssss!" she whispered, her head moving from side to side. At the feel of his hand on her pussy she sucked in her breath, held it and then exhaled with a swoosh as his finger slipped between her wet nether lips. "Ahhh," she moaned as her pa twiddled her twat.
"You're a juicy little slut, aren't you, baby?"
"Oh, Pa! Pa!"
"You want me to stop?"
"No! No! Don't st, st, st, st... Nnnrrghhh!"
"Cum for your Papa. That's it, baby. Cum for Papa."
"Gug, gug, gak, gak," she choked as her pleasure peaked. She squealed, inhaling a large gasp of air as wild lances of pure pleasure speared through her young nubile body.
*****
"What in the hell are ya doin', boy?" roared Jetter at the startled man who was there to repair the broken windows.
"Ah, ah, ahm jus' here t'fix da windows, mista! Ahm sorry. Ah can't help but seed ya boys wid dat lady."
"She ain't no lady," replied Jetter.
"Dat's fo' shur!"
"Well, git 'bout yer work. Guess there's no harm in ya watchin'."
"Thank ya, mista. Thank ya kindly."
*****
Having taken care of making the arrangements to get the Blalocks' windows fixed, David sat down to watch Boris's latest production entitled Kindergarten Hell. The plot centered on the invasion of a pre‑school by a gang of perverts who tie up the nannies and ravish the children. It was not the type of filth that Davis enjoyed as these types of movies always brought back memories of the vicious cook at church camp who nearly tore his asshole out and who delighted in degrading and humiliating him before, during and after using him. The cook wasn't at all like Joey, who was always kind and loving, nor was he like the pool staff who in exchange for blowjobs, let him watch the girls get changed through the peephole in the bathhouse boiler room.
The DVD was still playing when the clang of the door chime startled him to attention. Looking up his heart skipped a beat as the Sheriff's Deputy strode into the store. Shutting down the movie, he warily watched as the deputy browsed about, looking at various titles. The deputy had been in the store many, many times, and David was optimistic that he would make a purchase as usual. Still, the fact that he was a law enforcement officer made David very nervous. After a several long minutes the deputy selected something and brought it to the register.
"Deputy Jones, good to see you again," greeted David as he struggled to hide his nervousness. "Did you find everything you wanted?"
"Yes, Brother," replied Deputy Jones as he placed the book, "Preparing for the Coming End of Times", down onto the counter. David rang up the purchase, his only legitimate sale for the day.
*****
"Ya've already been paid?"
"Yes, suh! Mista David. He paid me."
"Is that so? He pay ya in cash?"
"Yes, suh! Ah don' take no credit 'n ah don' take no checks."
"Well, ya lookin' to have a little fun?" asked Jetter with nod towards the front door. "Ya like white girls?"
"Oh god, almighty," replied the middle‑aged blackman. "Ah, can't 'ford nuttin' like dat!"
"How much ya got?"
Jetter looked at the sweaty wad of bills in the workman's callused hand. "That's plenty."
*****
Jake, having finished his lunch, squirmed in his reinforced chair as his wife slurped on his cock. Toni's traditional lunchtime blowjob was definitely the best part of coming home for lunch, a non‑fattening desert for her perennially horny husband. It was an effective way of keeping him from wandering off and getting into mischief with some whore. Jake always returned to work more or less on time, and more or less ready to concentrate on business.
Jake closed his eyes and let the tingling sensation sweep from his groin and radiate to all parts of his body. All too soon it was over. He felt his cock softening in her mouth and then slip from between her lips.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "I really don' know who enjoys dat more. Me or you?"
Toni laughed lightly, "I don't know either, but I do know that you have better haul your butt out of here. It's getting late!"
"Aw, fuck it!"
"You say that every day."
"I mean it everyday too. I'd much rather..."
"I know you'd rather rut than work, but you've got a job to do."
"It's under control. Horsefly and Tyronne will load the truck. I don' hav'ta be there every minute."
"You know good and well that those two need direction."
Jake grumbled. He was fully aware that his two helpers would be sitting on their black asses unless he was right on top of them. "Guess yer right... as usual." Jake stood, zipping and buttoning his jeans. "I suppose I oughta check up on things next door."
"Keep to the roof job, okay. You don't have time to mess around with Shelly. Besides, she's been busy all morning."
"I bet!" he chuckled. "Well, see you later, slut!"
"With an attitude like that, I just might go next door and help her out," she mockingly pouted.
"Suit yerself. Just watch out fer Bubba!"
"He's sweet!"
"Suit yerself."
Jake went out the back door and through the side gate to the Blalock's back door. Rounding the corner, he looked up the alleyway and saw Julia riveted to the Blalock's living room window. Julia, absorbed in the salacious scene she was witnessing was absolutely unaware of anyone approaching her. Jake quietly looked over her shoulder to see what was happening. Shelly was on her back on the double ottoman, her head hanging off the end. An older man, who Jake instantly recognized as Jetter's Uncle Chester, was pushing his cock down her throat. Jetter had one of her legs and Pa Pa Quibly had the other, high in the air and stretched wide. Between her legs, an unknown older Blackman pumped his cock into her.
"Bet ya wish that was you. Don'cha, Honey?" he said softly into Julia's ear.
Startled by the unexpected voice, Julia screamed, turned and then ran off down the alleyway, in the process loosing a shoe. Jake roared in laughter.
Hearing the commotion outside, Jetter looked up to see his old running buddy grinning ear to ear and making goofy faces through the window. With his free hand, Jetter waved for Jake to come inside.
Chester pulled his spewing cock from her throat. Shelly looked up and got a gob of cum in her left eye. Opening her clear eye, she saw Jake standing next to Jetter, watching the black's cock sawing into her. As she was now free to talk, Jake knelt next to her.
"Ya like those nigger cocks, don't ya, slut? Ya know, I gotta a couple of fellas at the shop. Ya met 'em last week. They ain't talked about nuttin' but your tits since meetin' ya last week. I know they'd both love to shove their black peckers up yer cunt. How 'bout later this week if I take ya over there? I know, we'll make a movie. Yeah, two nigger thugs raping a white girl... Ya can act, can't ya?"
Shelly was too far gone to understand a thing that Jake had said. Her only thought was that he would be next. She liked that. It comforted her. A smile formed on her cum laden lips. Jake took that to mean, 'yes'.
Jake stood and turned to Jetter. "Ain't ya supposed to be puttin' on the roof?"
"Ah got it covered, Jake. Got five boys, five satisfied boys, up there workin' right now. They'll have this shit‑house covered by this afternoon."
"Well, don't wear her out, fer Christ's sake. Ya know, ya ain't the only one with a claim to her cunt."
"Ah don't give a shit 'bout any other claims. Her cunt's mine 'til I git my due."
"Just as long as the roof gets on." Jake looked back up into the face of the Blackman who was still laboring away between Shelly's legs. "Who's the black dude?"
Jetter pulled the wad of bills from his pocket and shrugged.
"Ya bastard!"
"Every little bit helps," replied Jetter with a toothy grin.
*****
Bobby Ray walked into the kitchen door at precisely 1:30 PM. His eyes adjusting to the severe change in light, he stopped to gawk at his sister, naked as she worked at the kitchen counter. He glanced at his pa, sitting at the table. His pa was at least shirtless, that he could tell. Glancing down under the table, he saw his pa's bare feet and bare legs.
"Pa? What's..."
"Shut your lying mouth, boy! You speak when spoken to. Now, sit down and eat your dinner. We'll talk afterwards."
Bobby Ray sat across from his apparently naked pa. Moments later, Lynette sat a plate down in front of her father, and then sat a plate in front of her brother. Then fixing her own plate, she sat down at the table. The three ate in stony silence.
Having eaten his full, Jonah placed his knife and fork across the top of his plate. "That was mighty fine, Lynette. Mighty fine. You're a good cook. Someday you'll make the right man a good wife."
Lynette didn't respond, she just kept her head down, embarrassed to be sitting naked at the table with her father and brother. Never mind that both had seen her naked. Never mind that she and her pa had screwed up storm this morning. Never mind that she and her brother had recently been screwing at every opportunity. It just didn't seem right to be so open about it.
"Bobby Ray," began Jonah, "do you enjoy fucking your little sister?"
Bobby Ray wasn't at all sure how to respond. The entire scene had a surrealistic quality about it.
"Answer me boy! And tell me the honest truth."
"Uh, yes sir," replied the uneasy son.
"How about you, Lynette? Do you enjoy fucking your brother?"
"Yes, sir," she replied in a whisper.
"Did you enjoy fucking me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, because I certainly enjoyed fucking you this morning."
Jonah turned to his stunned son. "You got a problem with that?"
"No, sir," replied Bobby Ray.
"Good! Then it's settled. No more of this sneaking around crap! No more lies! No lies of commission or lies of omission. I've had it up to here with the lies. Bobby Ray, from now on, when you and Lynette want to fuck, you two go ahead and fuck. It's okay by me. It's what men and women do. You can fuck her in the barn, in your bed, on the sofa, out in the fields, in the woods, or fuck her here on the god‑damned kitchen table for all I care.
"As for me, I'm going to fuck her too. She likes fucking, don't you darling? Yes sir, you certainly do. As your pa, I'm proud to say that you have a fine pussy, girl. Mighty fine pussy! And you're a passionate girl too."
Jonah turned back to his son. "Now, as to this baby, that's your baby Bobby Ray as much as it's her baby. You will be responsible for this child, no matter who she might wind up marrying. Do I make myself clear? This baby didn't ask to brought into the world, but seeing that it is coming, you owe it all the love and care it needs until it's old enough to make its own decisions.
"Now, I don't want my grandson born a bastard, so I'll have to find Lynette a suitable husband. I really don't have a clue as to who might make her a suitable husband, so don't either of you ask me who I might have in mind. I'll let you know. Of course if I marry her off, she may not be living here. That'll create a whole new set of problems. So Bobby Ray, I'll also be looking for a suitable girl for you to marry.
"Pa!" exclaimed Bobby Ray.
"Hold your tongue! I didn't ask your opinion! Now, I figure that we've got a couple of months before she starts showing. By that time, she'll have graduated from high school. Nobody will think anything of her getting married.
"Now, you've got work to do, boy. So do I," he chuckled. "So if you want a quick fuck, better get to it."
"Pa!"
"I don't think you understand me, boy! I don't want to hear it from you! Now, if you want to wet your wicket, go ahead, right here. Go on. I want to see you two fuck."
"Pa!" pleaded Lynette.
"Hell! What are you two waiting for? Lynette! Stand up! Now bend over the table! Yeah, that's it, make yourself comfortable.
"Well? Are you just going to sit there?... She's offering herself to you, son. Hell, you've been screwing her for a year now! Go on, son, fuck her"
"Pa!"
"I told you, Bobby Ray. I want to see you two fuck. God help me, but it'll excite me to no end. So get your ass up, your pecker out and do her!" Still Bobby Ray hesitated. The way his pa was acting was unlike anything he'd experienced before. "You're trying my patience, son!" Still Bobby Ray was immobilized. "Look, the way I figure it, since church yesterday, she's fucked four different men, you, me, Luke and his buddy. I'm going to let you in on something, boy. By the time you're finished your work this afternoon, J.D. Blalock will have fucked her too. Now, if you don't want to fuck her, that's your choice, but... you don't fuck your sister now, you'll never fuck her again. So what's it to be? Pussy or no pussy?"
Regardless that his father actions stupefied him, Bobby Ray was certain of three things. His pa never made idle threats and two, Lynette bent over the table naked with her beautiful ass presented for fucking was simply irresistible and three, if he didn't do something soon, his hard prick would explode. Choosing the most expeditious course available to him, Bobby Ray stood and tore off his overalls. "Hell, Pa! Ya want me to fuck her? Damned right, yes! I'll fuck her! I love fucking her!"
"Ata boy! Have at her!"
*****
The sun was hot when Big Mike's crew got back to work. To everyone's delight, Luke had carelessly bet and lost his wife's pussy during the lunch‑time poker game.
Lenny too, had bet his wife's pussy and lost. "Damn!" he cursed. "A full house! He beat my full house!"
Now as he labored away, Lenny wondered how on earth was he going to pay off. Luke had set a new standard last week, an impossibly high standard that would be difficult for him to meet. Some cunt hairs or smelly panties just would do anymore. No way would his wife go for a gangbang! Not in a million years! But if he welched on his bet... the shame would be too much to bear. If he did that, he was certain Big Mike would shuffle him off to another crew, like that loser who was on the crew before Luke joined them. The new crew, they would all know in advance why he was moved, that he was a detestable deadbeat weasel, a welching slug, someone who couldn't be trusted. He also knew that it would be their job to make his life so miserable that he quit the railroad.
His only hope initially was to delay a day or three. Then Big Mike told them that if they busted butt today, they'd have all afternoon tomorrow for some R & R. He then hoped that Luke would bring Shelly out for the afternoon, but then there was the coin toss, to determine who paid up first. He lost that one too. Tomorrow. He would be expected to pay up tomorrow. Tomorrow, it would have to be tomorrow.
In mounting desperation, Lenny cried out, "Oh, fuck!"
"What was that?" asked Big Mike.
"Nothing! I, uh, a rock flew up and hit me."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, it was nothing."
"Here let me take a look."
"Don't worry about, Big Mike. It's..."
"I don't see anything."
"It's nothing!"
"Then stop your whining! You've got a big day tomorrow, so don't even think of calling in sick."
Lenny's heart sank. Another avenue of escape had been preemptively blocked. Only a heart attack or a near fatal car wreak could save him now.
*****
Lurching across the kitchen floor, the legs of the kitchen table were making a scraping sound as Bobby Ray pounded into his sister. With each forceful thrust, the table inched across the room. With each of her brother's thrust into her, her buttocks quaked with the impact and she grunted, "Ah! Ah! Harder! Ah! Ah! Yes! Harder! Yes! Yes! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The sight of his children getting it on had its desired effect on Jonah. He'd already cum twice that morning, and watching Bobby Ray savagely fuck his sister had brought his prick to attention.
After the fuck fest of last night and this morning, his balls had not recharged and so Bobby Ray had considerably more staying power than usual. He felt his sister's pussy clamp down on his cock and felt her body shudder, not once, but twice before the table lodged up against the wall. Still he fucked her hard, harder than he had ever fucked her before. Still she was crying out, "Fuck me, ya bastard! Fuck me hard! Oh yes, Baby! Harder! Yes!"
Over all the racket of flesh meeting flesh and Lynette's salacious cries, Bobby Ray could hear his old man urging him, "Fuck her, boy! That's it! Fuck her god damned cunt! Fuck her like the slut she is, boy! Stick it to her! She loves it! She loves it, boy! She loves to be fucked, so fuck her!"
At last, Bobby Ray began his own climatic culmination. He felt his balls stir, then tighten. Relentlessly plunging in and out of his sister's cunt, his dick now seemed to be vibrating at three megahertz. She arched her back and her cunt clamped down on his ravishing cock again. His sister began wailing, tossing her head side to side. Then he felt the first spurt of hot thick incestuous cum shoot from his aching testicles and begin its seething rush along the length of his jerking cock. Gripping her hips and planting his organ in her spasmodic cunt, Bobby Ray tossed his head back to passionately cry out as his lust‑heated fluid squirted deep into his sister's pussy.
Exhausted and dazed by fuck‑lust, Bobby Ray stood still, looking up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, as the last twitching of his sex faded into a glorious memory. Every nerve ending in his body prickled from his climax. As his cock shrunk into a flaccid state, it slithered from his sister's cunt, wet with the juices of their incestuous tryst. His head lolled forward. Looking into the grinning face of his old man, he finally had presence of mind to realize where he was.
"Excuse me, son," said his pa gently.
Bobby Ray staggered back to watch disbelievingly as his father buried his face in Lynette's ass, lapping at the foamy juices that had gathered between her legs. Then his pa stood up and slathered some KY jelly on her ass.
Lynette was expecting another ass‑fingering and eagerly thrust her butt back. What pressed against her virgin ass wasn't what she had been expecting. It was larger, much larger.
"Luke, told me he saved this for me." Then her pa jabbed his hips forward, bumping the tip of his cock against his daughter's tight brown hole. He thrust again, and this time the head of his cock penetrated.
"Oh, Pa!" cried Lynette at the intrusion.
"Relax, slut. You're gonna love this," growled Jonah.
"Oh, please, Pa... ah!"
Having penetrated deep enough to stretch her sphincter around the girth of his cock, Jonah paused to give his daughter a moment to adjust. He resisted just ramming his cock up her butt, knowing that this first butt fucking would make a lasting impression, determining forever whether she liked or hated a sodomizing fuck.
"It won't hurt for long," he comforted.
"It burns, Pa. It burns!"
"Shhhhh, it will fade. It feels better already, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she gasped short of breath. "It does feels better, it... ah!"
"I'll take it slow, girl. A little at a time. You know, if you and your brother had fucked like this, you wouldn't now have a belly full of baby."
"Ah!"
"Tell me when it feels better... Ready?"
"Ah!"
"You got a tight ass, girl. A fine tight ass. Don't worry slut‑baby, your Pa's gonna loosen you up a little."
"Uh!" she grunted as Jonah buried his cock to the hilt.
"How's that virgin ass feel now? Good? Well, you trashy little slut, that can't be exactly true. You don't have a virgin ass anymore! Now tell your brother what you told me. What kind of girl are you?"
"A dirty slut whore," she whispered.
"Hear that boy? That's the mama of your child talking about herself!"
"Ahhh!" she grunted as her Pa ground his cock in her ass.
"You like your Pa's dick up your nasty ass?"
"Uh, huh."
"Feels good, huh?"
"Uh, huh."
Jonah withdrew his cock, leaving only the head inside his daughter's anus. "Now relax, sweetie and enjoy it," he said as he pushed back into her. "Oh, sweet heaven!... Feel good?... Told you it'd feel good... Real good... That's it, slut baby, squeeze your Pa Pa's cock... Damn.... Girl, you're a natural!... You know... I suspect... that... that you're... you're gonna... gonna be... real... popular... with... all... my... friends... Real... popular..."
To be continued...