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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 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 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. "Now 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 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 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! Now 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. Oh
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."
*****
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 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 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 it. 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
know Jetter, ah, ah know. 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 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 on the 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, 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 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, mister!
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 mister. 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 ass hole 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 he 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! Mister 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't know who enjoys that 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 Dameon will
load the truck. I don't have to 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 been 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. 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!"
"Pa!"
"I
told you, Bobby Ray. I want to see you
two fuck. God help me, but it'll excite
me to no end. Now 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. Now 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, he 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 Lenny 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 a three megahertz. She arched her back and her cunt clamped down on his 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...