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 �>�Room with a View by Art Martin

   Chapter 16 - May the Holy Spirit Be With You

   While her father preaches, Shelly has a moving experience at church.

   It was nearly nine AM Sunday morning when the sun, streaming through the
open window, shone in Luke -(TM)s face causing him to slowly awaken.  Once
consciousness was restored, he immediately knew that something was
different.  Something that caused him to remain motionless, pretending to
be still sleeping.  It was the hand, caressing and rubbing his morning
erection; a big hand, rough with calluses.  That and a big old hard cock
pressing between his butt cheeks. Luke wasn -(TM)t sure what he -(TM)d do
if the tip of that dick found it -(TM)s way to his anus.  Best that he just
lie still and pretend he was unaware of anything untoward.  For the time
being, Jake was just grinding into him.  That and whacking him off. 
-�Jake! Stop molesting Luke and get up and get dressed, -� chided Toni.  
-�We -(TM)re gonna be late for church.  Be sure and wake Luke up.  He
-(TM)s got to take Shelly to church too. -�  -�He -(TM)s awake, -� replied
Jake with a laugh.   -�C -(TM)mon buddy, I know yer playing possum. -� 
-�Hey!  Le -(TM)go of my dick, ya big faggot! -�  -�Don -(TM)t give me that
crap, Luke!  Ya -(TM)ve been lying there enjoying it.  Henderson told me
all about ya.  How ya licked his dick while he fucked yer slut-wife the
other night. -�  -�He said what? -�  -�Stow it mister!  Me and Henderson go
waaaaaay back.  He don -(TM)t make up shit like that. -� Luke felt his face
flush and his ears burning.  -�Don -(TM)t worry about it.  Ya ain -(TM)t
queer.  I know that fer a fact.  Bisexual maybe, but yer no queer. -� 
-�How  -~bout you?  Ya -(TM)er the one feeling me up! -� replied Luke
indignantly.  -�Hey, I admit I like a little boy-time every so often.  A
little spice breaks up the monotony of pussy, pussy, pussy. -�  -�I heard
that, Jake Stringer! -� called out Toni as she slipped on her shoes.  
-�Monotony!  Is that how you see it?  How about if I cut you off big-boy!
How about if Meagan also cuts you off?  Shelly too, not to mention -- -� 
-�Okay, okay.  I love pussy, pussy, pussy.  Sometimes I just like the feel
of a dick in my hand other than my own. -�  -�You are so crude sometimes,
Jake Stringer!  Honestly, I sometimes think I married an animal! -�  -�C
-(TM)mere slut and I -(TM)ll show ya animal! -�  -�We don -(TM)t have time,
you big oaf!  We -(TM)re supposed to pick up Meagan in five minutes.  Now
get up and get dressed.  -�Yes, Ma -(TM)am! -� sang out her husband as he
released Luke -(TM)s cock and rolled off the bed. "You too, Luke!  Get your
butt up and go home! -�

   *****

   Luke, glad that things hadn -(TM)t gotten too far out of hand this
morning, pulled on his jeans and gathered up the rest of his clothes and
went home as ordered.  Upon entering his kitchen through the back door, he
heard the rasping sound of a man loudly snoring.   -�Guess he -(TM)s still
here, -� he said to himself.  Setting his shirt and shoes down on the
kitchen table, he walked silently barefoot to the bedroom door and gazed
in. It had been an unseasonably warm night and both Shelly and the Sheriff
were sprawled out nude without any covers.  Several things struck Luke as
he studied the two figures.  First, Damian Reed looked even bigger close up
than he did through the window last night; even the guy -(TM)s feet were
muscular.  Secondly, except for the short salt and pepper hair gracing his
scalp, Reed was completely hairless, no chest hair, no arm hair, no genital
hair, no leg hair and no hair under his arm pits.  Luke had always regarded
the boys who shaved their bodies to be somewhat effeminate, but there was
nothing sissy about this hulk.  Third, Reed was sporting a nocturnal
hard-on.  Luke mused that the guy could -(TM)ve used the thing as a
baseball bat. Almost lost next to the massive Sheriff, Shelly lay with her
legs spread out like she was waiting to be mounted.  Luke -(TM)s eyes went
from her newly pierced and somewhat swollen nipples down to her snatch, a
snatch that was freshly shaved for the first time just last night.  It was
a beautiful sight to behold.  Perfectly smooth, every detail of her
genitalia was clearly visible.  He was very familiar with that pussy, but
this was like seeing her for the first time.  What struck Luke the most
about her newly reveled puss was how her inner lips were protruding from
her slit.  Normally, her inner labia only protruded when she was very
aroused.  This morning, they were simply hanging out, hopelessly stretched
by the parade of cocks that had sawed between those lips over the past
twelve hours. Studying his wife -(TM)s body further, he was pleased to see
that there were no bruises that he could see.  What did concern him was the
condition of her poor nipples.  Pierced a mere 36 hours before, they were
nowhere near being healed, and certainly nowhere near being able to absorb
the cruel torment that had been heaped upon them.  They weren -(TM)t just
swollen, they were red, angrily red and crusted. Luke quietly slipped from
the bedroom and back into the kitchen.  After putting on a pot of coffee,
he rummaged around the cabinets until he found everything he needed, cotton
balls, hydrogen peroxide, and Neosporin.  With the first aid supplies in
hand, he returned to his wife -(TM)s side.  Soaking a cotton ball with the
peroxide, he gently swabbed her left teat.  Immediately on contact with her
wounded nip, the peroxide erupted into foam.  Also immediately on contact,
Shelly bolted awake with a gasp. The commotion next to him startled Reed
awake.  Caught unawares and vulnerable, Reed instinctively lurched from the
bed, ready to defend himself.  Ready to dispatch the intruder with his bare
hands, Reed demanded in his distinctive gravelly voice,  -�Who are you? -�
Wide eyed, Luke looked up at menacing, massive figure hovering above him
with ham-sized clenched fists ready to strike a crushing blow.   -�Luke
Blalock!  I live here!  She -(TM)s my wife! -� he stammered.  -�Oh --Yeah
-- -� The Sheriff blinked and shook his head.   -�Well, okay -- -� Slowly
the iron fists opened and the taut muscles relaxed.   -�Don -(TM)t ever
sneak up on me like that! -� he growled.  -�Sorry, but -- -�  -�Is that
coffee? -�  -�Uh, yes sir! -�  -�Where have you been?  I came looking for
you last night. -�  -�Next door. -�  -�Next door?  Visiting that little
Italian whore, were you? -� Luke sensed that it was best not to contradict
this man.  Besides, it was the truth.   -�Uh, yes sir. -�  -�You and Jake
Stringer.  Don -(TM)t you boys ever pull a stunt like that at P-Willy
-(TM)s again.  You hear me, boy?  I don -(TM)t care if you whore your wife
out, or why you whore her out, but that set up last night, somebody could
-(TM)ve gotten hurt.  There could have been a riot.  -�Now, I had no choice
but to actually arrest your wife last night.  P-Willy -(TM)s is a public
bar.  Your wife was fucking those guys on a table, in the middle of the
bar. That -(TM)s illegal in this county -- You know, Willy -(TM)s got a
back room, out of sight, for that sort of thing.  -�Just to let you know, I
didn -(TM)t book her.  No need to hurt innocent folks over a bit of fun,
but she pleaded guilty to prostitution and publicly lewd and lascivious
behavior.  Now the prostitution thing we cleared up with a special permit.
That simply means that since she -(TM)s selling it, I fuck it and fuck her
whenever I want.  Understand? -�  -�Uh, yes, sir. -�  -�The count of
publicly lewd and lascivious behavior we settled with twenty four hours of
community service.  She got a start on that last night.  What that means is
that for a total of twenty-four hours, she -(TM)s going to service my
deputies.  Understand? -�  -�Service? -�  -�Yes, service.  Fuck them to put
it crudely.  Fitting punishment -- after all she -(TM)s a whore.  Once she
-(TM)s completed her community service, they can pay like the rest of the
general public.   -�Now, go get me a cup of coffee, -� ordered the Sheriff.
 -�Black.  I need to get going. -� Luke hurried to the kitchen as ordered.
To his dismay, the coffee was still brewing.  After what seemed forever,
the coffee was ready.  Pouring a cup, he turned just as the Sheriff walked
in buckling on his pistol and holster.  Without a word spoken, Luke offered
the cup of coffee.  -�Not bad, -� remarked Reed after taking a sip.   -�If
you don -(TM)t mind, I -(TM)ll take this cup with me.  I -(TM)ll return it
next time when I come to renew your wife -(TM)s special permit. -� The
Sheriff turned, and headed towards the front door.  Luke breathed a sigh of
relief.  He -(TM)d heard the rumors about that man too, and after this
brief encounter, he was convinced the rumors were true.

   *****

    -�You -(TM)re so sweet, Luke, -� Shelly said as her husband tended to
her sore nipples.   -�Here I can do that. -�  -�No, let me.  Does it hurt?
-�  -�Oooo -- Yes, in fact they do, -� she whined.  -�Sorry. -�  -�It
-(TM)s okay.  They -(TM)ll be fine a few days.  The rings -- I really like
them.  Makes me feel -- -�  -�Slutty? -�  -�Yeah, slutty, -� she laughed. 
-�I am a slut.  That -(TM)s what you want, isn -(TM)t it?  So, I should
feel like a slut. -�  -�Ya seem to be enjoyin -(TM) it. -�  -�No sin in
enjoying what your husband demands of you. -�  -�No, I suppose not -- I
really just want ya to be happy, Baby. -�  -�Oh, I -(TM)m happy!  I have
the best husband in the world! -�  -�Oh, I don -(TM)t know about that. -� 
-�Well, you are!  What other husband would teach his wife to love sex as
much as I do, and then insist that she experience it with so many men.  I
could not and would not have done that on my own.  You freed me, Luke,
freed me to be the slut that really I am.  Best of all, because it is what
you, my dear husband wanted me to do, I had to obey you.  And by merely
doing what I promised to you when we were married, there is no sin in me
having sex with all those guys.  So long as that -(TM)s what you want, of
course. -�  -�Well, looks like the Sheriff and his men are going to screw
ya whether I want it or not. -�  -�I could tell the Sheriff,  -~no -(TM),
but -- he won -(TM)t like that.  Is that what you want? -� Luke thought for
a minute.  Things were already well out of hand.  What was it that his pa
used to say?   -�In for a penny, in for a pound. -� He chuckled to himself.
As a kid, the saying made no sense to him at all.  What did pennies have to
do with a pound of anything?  It wasn -(TM)t until he was in high school
did he realize that pennies and pounds were both money in England.  His
smile evaporated when he reflected on the possible consequences of crossing
the Sheriff.  He could disappear without a trace.  -�No, I don -(TM)t
suppose he -(TM)d like that.  Not at all.  Guess ya better jus -(TM) screw
him. -�  -�Okay, dear, if that -(TM)s what you want, -� she replied with a
smile.  -�Yeah, babe.  Screw him as much as he wants. -� Having cleaned and
applied the topical antibiotic to her wounded nips, Luke instructed Shelly
to get ready for church.  It was now almost ten, but if they hurried, they
would be on time for once.  They both reeked of sex, but a quick shower
cured that.  Soon they were in the old pickup truck and heading out into
the country to her father -(TM)s rural church.

   *****

    -�I like yer dress. -�  -�Thank you! -� she beamed while patting down
the billowing fabric in her lap.  It was a sundress, in a bright floral
print, very feminine.  Low cut and nearly backless with just the thinnest
of shoulder straps, it was very sexy too.  With the low back, it was
obvious that she was braless.  -�Ain -(TM)t seen it before.  When did ya
get it? -�  -�Yesterday.  Toni -(TM)s friend, Meagan.  You know the
pregnant girl we went to see yesterday afternoon.  She gave it to me. -�
Waving a large white straw hat decorated with a band of fake flowers she
added,  -�She gave me this hat too. -�  -�It fits? -�  -�The hat? -�  -�No,
the dress. -�  -�She wasn -(TM)t always pregnant, silly!  We -(TM)re the
same size.  Well, almost.  It -(TM)s a little tight around the breasts.  I
guess she -(TM)s normally a bit smaller than me, -� she laughed.   -�I
-(TM)m not hanging out too much, am I? -�  -�No, not at all.  But what
-(TM)re yer folks gonna say? -�  -�What do you say, my dear husband? -� 
-�I like it. -�  -�Good, because it -(TM)s your opinion that counts.  Not
my mom -(TM)s opinion or my dad -(TM)s opinion, but my wonderful husband
-(TM)s opinion.  Like the shoes? -� Luke glanced down at the white toeless
sandals.  She still had the red painted toenails from last night.   -�Yes,
very much.  Ya know they -(TM)re gonna have a fit. -�  -�Let them.  I
-(TM)m not a child. -�  -�No, yer not. -� They rode in silence for a few
minutes, enjoying the very warm air blowing through the cab of the truck
and enjoying the riotous display of color from the wildflowers that were
now in full bloom.  -�Tell me about it. -�  -�About what? -� coyly asked
Shelly.  -�Last night. -�  -�You were there last night.  I was very nervous
at first, but once I got into it and the guys got into it, it was a blast!
-�  -�Afterwards. -�  -�Afterwards?  The Sheriff?  He scared the hell out
me!  Made me cry!  Then he took me to this deserted farm house. -�  -�And?
-�  -�He bent me over the hood of his car. -�  -�And? -�  -�I was still
handcuffed. -�  -�And? -�  -�He nearly split me into.  He -(TM)s really big
you know. -�  -�Yeah, I noticed.  He just raped you? -�  -�No.  It really
wasn -(TM)t rape, it was part of my plea bargain.  But once I got used to
it -- hooo boy!  I thought Big Mike had a big cock!  Then he made me suck
him.  You know how much I like that, but I nearly choked to death on that
thing.  You know, I actually passed out.  -�When I came to, he fucked me
again.  Later on, the first deputy arrived.  A nice black guy -- -�  -�A
black guy! -�  -�What -(TM)s the problem?  You had already sold me to that
ugly black dude! -�  -�Yeah, I suppose, -� glowered Luke.  -�His name is
Hal and he stayed with me until the Sheriff picked me up a few hours later.
He -(TM)s really sweet. -�  -�Did Hal -- -�  -�What do you think happened?
Yes, Hal did me.  Several times as I recall.   -�  -�How many? -�  -�How
many what?  How many times -- -�  -�No.  How many were there? -�  -�I
dunno. Five, six -- I lost count.  And before you ask, yes, I enjoyed it.
-� They rode on a little ways before Shelly asked,  -�How old do you think
he is? -�  -�Who? -�  -�Sheriff Reed. -�  -�I dunno.  Judging by the color
of his hair, he -(TM)s gotta be forty-something. -�  -�Forty-five? -� 
-�Yeah, at least. -�  -�My dad will be forty-five soon.  He sure has some
muscles. -�  -�Yer dad? -�  -�No, silly.  The Sheriff. -�  -�Must be one of
them body builders, -� observed Luke.   -�Probably been lifting weights
since he was a kid. -�  -�That -(TM)s all you have to do?  Lift weights. -�
 -�I guess.  I bet he works out two, three hours a day.  Then again, he
might be using steroids, but I don -(TM)t think so.  After a while of using
that stuff, ya get big, but yer nuts shrink and ya go crazy.  His nuts are
huge, just like his dick, and he doesn -(TM)t seem crazy. -�  -�Can you get
big like that? -�  -�I guess.  If I wanted to, I suppose.  Is that what ya
want Shelly?  Ya want some muscle bound dude? -�  -�I -(TM)d be nice, but
what I really want is your love.  What I want is when you -(TM)re
forty-five, I want you to look like that and not like my father. -�  -�I
never really thought about it.  I -(TM)m strong.  I -(TM)m no wimp. -� 
-�No, honey, you -(TM)re no wimp, but you know, an extra fifty pounds of
pure muscle would look good on you. -�  -�Fifty pounds! -�  -�Well, I do
what you want, -� she said petulantly.   -�Can -(TM)t you do something that
I want? -�  -�It won -(TM)t make my dick bigger. -�  -�Your dick is just
fine honey.  It tickles me in all the right places.  I just don -(TM)t want
you turn into a ball of flab, that -(TM)s all. -�  -�We -(TM)ll see. -� 
-�You -(TM)ll do it? -�  -�Let me think about it. -�  -�Don -(TM)t think,
Luke.  Just do it. -�  -�Guess ya want me to shave off all my hair too. -�
-�No, I like hair on a man.  Just keep shaving your face. -�  -�Oh, so ya
like hairy guys like Jake? -�  -�Jake is Jake.  He -(TM)s primal.  It
-(TM)s like hugging a bear. -�  -�He doesn -(TM)t hug ya.  He fucks ya. 
Fucks ya silly. -� Thinking of all the nasty things Jake did to her she
mused,  -�Hmmmm, yes, yes he does. -� With a giggle and a joyful bounce she
hugged Luke -(TM)s arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek adding,  -�Thanks
to you! -�

   *****

   When Luke pulled into the church parking lot they saw that there were
still lots of folks milling about outside.  Glancing at his Timex, Luke
proudly announced,  -�Six minutes to spare!  A new record! -� With a
beaming smile, Shelly put on her hat and strode towards the church.  It
pleased her that several men took notice of her.  As they neared the door,
they heard the voice of Luke -(TM)s pa call out.   -�Luke!  Wait up, son!
-� Luke turned, genuinely surprised to see his old man there.  His pa
hobbled up using a cane, but the leg cast was gone.  -�Pa!  I thought ya
had to keep the cast fer another week. -�  -�Got my weeks mixed up.  Got
rid of the goddamned thang Friday! -�  -�Pa!  Watch your language, -�
chided Shelly.  She didn -(TM)t mind the fact that Pa was staring at her
cleavage.   -�This is a church. -�  -�So it is -- Luke, could I speak to ya
fer a moment -- in private? -�  -�Sure, Pa.  -�Shelly, go on in and get our
usual place in the very last pew.  I wanna take a nap.  Go on, I -(TM)ll be
there in a minute. -� Shelly turned and walked away with a wry smile,
confident that the old man -(TM)s eyes were glued to her swaying derri�"re.
As she disappeared inside, J.D.  Blalock muttered,  -�God damn!  That
-(TM)s one fine piece of ass. -� Then he turned to his son.  -�Luke, I got
a call this mornin -(TM) from an old, old friend of mine.  Hadn -(TM)t seen
him in years, but we usta be pals.  Had quite the story to tell.  Said he
was out drinkin -(TM) with some cronies last night -- at P-Willy -(TM)s. -�
Luke -(TM)s eyes got wide when the old man said that.   -�Said it was the
most unbelievable thang he ever did saw.  Said that these fellas put on a
lottery of some sort.  Know what the winner got? -�  -�Uh -- Pa. -� 
-�Winner got to fuck this girl.  Right there -- in front of everybody.  
-�He went on to describe thangs in great detail.  How the girl danced while
all the guys stuck dollar bills up her snatch.  How someone shaved her
pussy.  How after the first guy fucked her, they held another drawing for
sloppy seconds.  He told me that a nigger won that time.  Told me that she
was up on a table so everyone could clearly see her get fucked.  After the
nigger fucked her, the first guy fucked her in the butt.   -�Now, he was
very, very certain about this next part.  He said that it was another fella
an -(TM) ya that were sellin -(TM) the tickets.  He didn -(TM)t know the
other fella, big fella with a black beard, but he knew fer certain who the
other fella was.  He knew exactly who ya were.  He also said that the girl,
a big titted blonde girl, went by the name Shelly.  Now, that wouldn -(TM)t
be -- our Shelly?  Would it? -�  -�Pa -- I, we -- -�  -�Goddamnit, Luke!  I
-(TM)m yer Pa!  If ya needed money, ya should -(TM)ve come to me.  Hell, I
-(TM)d a paid a pretty sum to have a toss with that one.  Now, I don -(TM)t
care one wit, what ya do fer fun with yer wife.  I understand.  That -(TM)s
between her and ya.  But, hell son, I -(TM)m yer pa!  Ya know how I feel 
-~bout her.  I -(TM)d jus  -~bout cut off an arm fer a chance to fuck her.
-�Now, ya gotta make this right, Luke.  But, I ain -(TM)t payin -(TM) ya a
red cent! -�  -�Whacha sayin -(TM), Pa? -�  -�What am I sayin -(TM)?  Yer
passin -(TM) her around.  Yer passin -(TM) her around to be fucked by other
men.  So -- yer gonna pass her to me.  Today.  Right after church. -�  -�Ya
wanna screw her? -�  -�Goddamned right I wanna screw her!  I told ya
before, she reminds me of yer ma.  Now I know fer sure that she -(TM)s just
like yer ma. -�  -�Ma? -�  -�Yeah, yer ma.  Woman loved to get fucked. -� 
-�Then ya ain -(TM)t mad? -�  -�Hell, yes I -(TM)m mad!  But not  -~cause
yer making a little money with her.  I -(TM)m mad because I gotta beg fer
it, goddamnit! -�  -�Ya don -(TM)t have to beg, Pa.  I just thought ya
-(TM)d -- ya wouldn -(TM)t understand. -�  -�I understand hot assed women.
Hell, son, I just ain -(TM)t gonna be left off the choo choo! -�  -�Yer not
mad about sellin -(TM) her -- -�  -�Ya ain -(TM)t sellin -(TM) her, yer
just rentin -(TM) her out.  Sellin -(TM), that sounds like slavery.  Rentin
-(TM)?  That -(TM)s jus -(TM) good business.  Provided ya got the stomach
fer it.  -�Son, ya remember when ya shot out the tire on the tractor? -�
Vivid memories came into Luke -(TM)s mind of the time when Bobby Ray had
snuck out with his pa -(TM)s new Remington double-barreled 12-gauge shotgun
and had brought it over to the Blalock farm to show it off to his buddy. 
He and Bobby Ray had both just graduated from a 410 up to a single shot
20-guage.  They were way too young to be messing with the big gun.  Luke
was looking at the gun when it went off, both barrels.  Luckily nobody got
hurt, but it sure did a number on the tractor tire.  There was a hole blown
out big enough for Luke -(TM)s pa to put his fist through it.  -�I -(TM)m
shore that ya remember the ass-blisterin -(TM) I gave ya? -�  -�Oh, yes,
Pa! I do remember. -�  -�Well, that accident turned into a blessin -(TM) of
sorts.  It was late summer, before the corn was ready.  We were damned near
flat broke and I needed that tractor, whether I could afford a new tire or
not.  Hell, at the time I couldn -(TM)t afford a used tire!  Well, I took
yer mama out to this honky-tonk and in jus -(TM) a few hours she made 
-~nuff money out in the goddamned parkin -(TM) lot to buy two new tires. 
After that, whenever there was a financial emergency, I knew how we could
take care of it.  -�Now tell me, ya been sharin -(TM) her fer long? -� 
-�No.  Not until we moved into our house. -�  -�Ya ain -(TM)t been there,
but what?  Two weeks? -�  -�Sumpthin -(TM) like that.  Hell, the fuckin
-(TM) truck broke down, the fuckin -(TM) refrigerator broke, and the fuckin
-(TM) roof -(TM)s leaking.  Not only that, I gotta redo the fuckin -(TM)
wiring before the fuckin -(TM) place fuckin -(TM) burns down. -�  -�Keep
yer voice down, Son.  This is a goddamned church. -�  -�Jake, he -(TM)s the
fella with the beard, lives next door and -- -�  -�Ya let him fuck her? -�
-�I fuck his wife. -� J.D.  broke out in hearty laugh.   -�Goddamn if yer
ain -(TM)t a chip off the old block after all!  C -(TM)mon, let -(TM)s find
yer whore of a wife before some other fellas beat us to her. -� The
services had already begun when they walked in, keeping Luke -(TM)s record
of tardiness intact.  The congregation was standing, singing a hymn.  Luke
frowned when he saw that the last pew was vacant and that Shelly wasn
-(TM)t there.  She was up a few rows standing next to Lynette Williams. 
Shelly glanced back, saw her husband and moved to join him and her
father-in-law on the last row.  When the hymn was over, everyone took his
or her seats.  Shelly was between Luke and Pa. Luke leaned over and
whispered to her,  -�Pa knows.  Pa knows all about last night at P-Willy
-(TM)s. -�  -�Oh, my god! -� she gasped.  -�Don -(TM)t worry about it.  He
just wants a little. -�  -�A little what? -� she whispered back.  -�Whadda
ya think? -�  -�Oh. -� Shelly looked to her left.  The old man was grinning
lecherously at her, unconsciously flicking his tongue over his upper lip.
Shelly smiled weakly as J.D.  put his hand on her thigh. The Reverend
Mattox enjoined the congregation to join him in a prayer.  Head bowed,
Shelly chirped,  -�Oh, -� as her father-in-law -(TM)s hand slid down her
leg and then under the helm of her dress.  Slowly the old man -(TM)s hand
crept up her leg, always keeping the helm down and moving so that it wasn
-(TM)t obvious that he had his hand up her dress.  When her father's the
long-winded prayer was completed, J.D.  declared  -�Amen! -� with the rest
of the congregation; only he was celebrating the very moment that he cupped
his daughter-in-law -(TM)s pussy.  -�Behave! -� she urgently whispered. 
The old man responded by subtly rubbing her panty-covered snatch. Next, the
churchmen began passing the plate.  Luke dug into his pocket and pulled out
a small wad of bills.  It was the money he had left over from paying Jetter
Quibly for the roofing shingles, money he made from whoring out his wife.
The Reverend had for years harped on him to tithe properly.  They hardly
had money to eat, but the Reverend insisted that Luke contribute 10% of
what he made.   -�The Lord will provide, -� his father-in-law said.   -�Don
-(TM)t concern yourself with not having enough money, Luke.  The Lord will
return that to you a thousand-fold. -� He still had a hundred bucks, so he
pealed off two sweaty fives, bills that may have been stuck up Shelly
-(TM)s snatch when she danced, or perhaps bills that may have bought one of
the two winning lottery tickets.  When the plate was passed to him, Luke
put in his 10% with a wicked smile. When the churchmen presented the
collection plates to the Deacon, J.D.  hooked a finger in the waistband of
her panties.  The congregation rose to sing the Doxology.  When Shelly
stood to sing, she was shocked that her panties went to her knees.  J.D. 
was the only one in the church not to stand.  Instead he leaned forward,
pulling her panties down to her ankles. Shelly was mortified.  This was in
church!  Her father -(TM)s church!  Still, when gently prodded, she stepped
out of her panties.  The Doxology completed, the congregation sat down for
the sermon.  J.D., feigning that he was blowing his nose, brought her
panties to his nose to inhale her fragrance.  -�Pa, stop! -� she whispered
so no one else could hear.  J.D.  just smiled at her and took another whiff
and then stuffed the small garment in his pocket.  Shelly breathed a sigh
of relief now that her panties were no longer in sight.  Her relief was
short lived, however, for as her father began delivering his sermon in
earnest, J.D. -(TM)s hand was inching back up her dress.  -�Pa, please! 
Behave! -� she whispered as she swatted at him.  J.D. -(TM)s hand continued
to creep up her thigh.  Observing his father -(TM)s antics, Luke was
thoroughly amused, his eyes cutting from his father -(TM)s grinning face to
his wife -(TM)s panicked face, from his wife -(TM)s lap to her father at
the pulpit droning on. The Reverend Mattox, observing his flock as he
sermonized, couldn -(TM)t help but notice that Luke seemed to be paying
attention for once.  He certainly wasn -(TM)t sleeping as usual.  And Luke
-(TM)s father!  Oh, joy!  He had joined them today!  For some reason Shelly
looked a bit pensive, but he didn -(TM)t give that much thought.  Today! 
Hallelujah!  Today he was connecting with his son-in-law!  Maybe, just
maybe the wayward sheep would truly join the Shepard -(TM)s flock!  With
renewed vigor and vive, Shelly -(TM)s dad poured his heart out. J.D. 
leaned over and whispered,  -�Yer soaking wet, darling. -� Shelly struggled
to stifle an audible gasp as the J.D. -(TM)s work-roughened finger slipped
between her dewy nether lips.   -�Please, -� she managed to croak.  -�My
pleasure. -�  -�Oh, gawd! -� J.D.  slid his fingers around, exploring the
shallow regions of her pussy.  After a few trips around her juicy sex, he
settled in at the nexus of her folds, gently rubbing her pleasure nub. 
-�Pa.  Please! -�  -�Harder? -�  -�No, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh. -�  -�Shhh!  Be
quiet, girl, -� admonished her husband.   -�Be very quiet, -� he whispered.
Shelly took Luke -(TM)s hand and brought it to her lips.  -�Ow! -� Luke
complained softly as she chewed on his hand to keep from screaming. The
Reverend saw that his daughter was kissing Luke -(TM)s hand.  Then he
noticed that she had closed her eyes.   -~She too is getting my message of
love, -(TM) he thought with satisfaction. Luke and his father were
dispassionately looking forward, feigning listening to the rambling sermon
when the first climax wracked through Shelly -(TM)s shuddering body.  He
really couldn -(TM)t see the flush on her face, but to her father, Shelly
appeared to be crying.   -~I -(TM)ve truly touched her heart this morning,
-(TM) he thought happily.  A lady, two pews up, turned to see what was the
cause of the peculiar noises from the back.  Luke and his pa smiled and
nodded.  The snoopy lady turned back around, satisfied that nothing was
amiss. Awash in a flood of endorphins, Shelly slowly drifted back down,
eventually releasing Luke hand that was now embedded with her teeth marks.
Pa -(TM)s hand mercifully departed from beneath her dress.  With the
Reverend looking right at him, Pa, with a wry smile, pretended to scratch
his nose with his pungent pussy-wet finger.  Then he left it there under
the bridge of his nose, resting his chin on his thumb, as if he were deep
in thought. Luke looked about.  There was no one to his immediate left or
immediate right.  Nor was there anyone in the pew directly in front of
them. With a boldness that surprised even Pa, Luke pulled up the helm of
Shelly -(TM)s dress. Grabbing her dress she scolded,  -�Luke, stop it! -� 
-�Shush, woman! -� he whispered.   -�Now, let go, Shelly, -� he sternly
added.  -�Luke -- -�  -�Damn it, do as I say, -� he commanded in a whisper.
Shelly, her heart racing, let go of her dress and allowed Luke to hike it
until she was completely exposed.  J.D.  leaned forward slightly, his eyes
riveted on her bald pussy. Looking straight ahead her husband ordered, 
-�Spread yer legs, girl. -�  -�Luke -- -�  -�Do it! -� The woman two rows
up glanced back momentarily. "I said, spread 'em," Luke whispered.
Reluctantly Shelly complied, parting her legs with a large measure of
trepidation. Almost too loudly, J.D.  Blalock exclaimed,  -�Good God
Almighty, -� as Luke plunged two fingers up her wet cunt.  Seemingly loud
smacking noises accompanied the lewd fingering. J.D.  was watching intently
with his head slumped down.  The Reverend noticed with some dismay that
Luke -(TM)s dad appeared to have fallen asleep.  Shelly and Luke on the
other hand still appeared to be very alert.  Soon, however, she appeared to
have started crying again.   -~My sermon is not that good, -(TM) thought
her father. J.D. -(TM)s eyes got wider when Luke started frigging her with
three fingers.  Luke was about to go for four when Shelly -(TM)s face
flushed, her hips uncontrollably began bucking and she started making
choking noises.   -~What on earth is going on? -(TM) thought the pastor.  
-~Is she sick? -(TM) In desperation to end the stimulation, Shelly grabbed
her husband -(TM)s hand and made him stop.  It didn -(TM)t matter to her
that she might be disobeying; she just couldn -(TM)t take it anymore
without screaming. The sermon over, the Reverend invited those who felt God
-(TM)s presence to step forward and rededicate their lives while the
congregation sang another hymn.  When the hymn was over, there were no
takers for his invitation.  The Reverend closed the services with a prayer.
Shelly was still quite flustered when the congregation began filing outside
for the Sunday potluck dinner on the church grounds.   -�You two are so
wickedly bad! -� she chided.   -�Well, let -(TM)s go, -� said Pa anxious to
get home and bury his cock in her.  -�Give me a minute, please!  Oh, I
think I soiled the back of my dress!  Look, let -(TM)s just wait until
everyone -(TM)s outside.  Then I -(TM)ll need to go to the ladies room. -�
Once the last person filed out of church, the threesome stood.  While Luke
and Pa went outside, Shelly went up the aisle and headed for the restroom
next to the administrative office.

   *****

    -�J.D.!  So good to see you today, my brother! -� beamed the Reverend
as he pumped J.D.  Blalock -(TM)s hand by the church door.  -�And you too,
Luke.  Son, how -(TM)s the house coming along? -� The good Reverend rattled
on with his heartfelt pleasantries.  After what seemed an eternity to J.D.
they were able to break away from Shelly -(TM)s dad after Luke promised to
come supper at his in-laws -(TM) later in the week.  -�What -(TM)s takin
-(TM) her so damned long? -� fumed J.D..  -�Relax, Pa.  She -(TM)s fixin
-(TM) her face or sumpthin -(TM).  She -(TM)ll be along.  Can -(TM)t rush
those things ya know. -�  -�Her face is fine, -� snorted the older man.  
-�Oh, goddamn, I can hardly stand the wait! -�  -�Look, we all gotta eat,
Pa, so why don -(TM)t ya go fix yerself a plate of food.  Besides, we can
-(TM)t just run off right away.  It -(TM)ll look funny. -�  -�Guess yer
right.  Food -(TM)s always mighty good here.  But, look, I can -(TM)t wait
all damned day, so after we eat, we go! -�  -�What -(TM)s yer hurry, Pa? -�
teased Luke.  -�My hurry?  Ya know how long it -(TM)s been? -�  -�How long?
Fer what? -�  -�Since I screwed a nineteen year old girl.  She -(TM)s still
nineteen, ain -(TM)t she? -�  -�Yes, -� laughed Luke,  -�she -(TM)s still
nineteen.  Why don -(TM)t ya go fix a plate.  I -(TM)m gonna go find
Lynette and say hello. -� Luke left his pa to fend for himself.  Soon a
gaggle of widows had surrounded J.D.. He had made it only halfway across
the churchyard before the Widow Tinsley accosted Luke.  As usual the
attractive redheaded widow was dressed very conservatively for church.  
-�Luke! -� she sang out with a big smile across her face.   -�I hear that
you -(TM)ve been a bad boy, -� she said saucily. Luke felt his face heat
up. Who else knew?  What did she know?  -�Hmmm, P-Wiley -(TM)s -- -�  -�Oh,
god, -� groaned Luke.  -�When your daddy got that call this morning, he was
really agitated.  I see you two have worked something out, -� she said with
a laugh.  -�Look, do me favor?  she asked still smiling.  I came with J.D.
this morning, so I don -(TM)t have my car.  Don -(TM)t let him take off and
leave me stranded here. -�  -�Uh, sure. -�  -�Well, I think I -(TM)d better
go rescue the old buzzard, before one of those hens get their hooks into
him.  See you later. -�

   *****

   Deacon Jones had just secured the morning -(TM)s offerings when he saw
Shelly walking down the hallway.  Just as she got near the restroom door,
he stepped out of the office and blocked her way.  She had always disliked
the Deacon.  The way he always looked at her made her uncomfortable.  She
had told her father about it, but he dismissed her complaints as a figment
of a childish imagination.  Maybe Deacon Jones wasn -(TM)t very handsome,
but he was the most important layman in the congregation.  He was a
God-fearing man, a dedicated hard worker, and an upstanding citizen.  The
church simply couldn -(TM)t function properly without a man like him.  Just
because he was a bit ugly, was no reason to fear him.  After all, for his
paying job, he was a Deputy Sheriff.  -�Uh, excuse me, Deacon Jones. -� 
-�Just a moment, Shelly.  May I speak to you a moment. -� He reached into
his back pocket and showed her his badge. For all the years that he had
ogled her, she had no knowledge about or interest in him other than he was
the church Deacon and had a very meek wife.  Daddy liked him, depended upon
him, but to her, he didn -(TM)t exist as anything other than the Deacon. 
Deputy Sheriff?  That had never crossed her mind.  Upon seeing the badge,
the implications were immediately apparent to Shelly.  Her heart sank.  She
nearly vomited.  Certainly he would tell her father what had happened. 
Everyone would soon know all about it.  Everyone would know what a wanton
slut-whore she was.  Worst of all, Daddy might loose his church!  -�I
missed your little party out at the Sheriff -(TM)s farm last night. -� 
-�Oh, please!  Please, don -(TM)t tell my father! -�  -�Your father is a
good man, a very good man.  Knowing this would break his heart.  If it ever
got out, well, the congregation just wouldn -(TM)t stand for it.  They
-(TM)ll throw him out like an old shoe. -� Jones paused enjoying her plight
and relishing the feeling of power that he now had over the pretty preacher
-(TM)s daughter.   -�Relax, Missy, I would never tell your father about
that.  It -(TM)s a police matter and as such, it -(TM)s none of the church
-(TM)s business. -� The Deacon took a quick look around and seeing that no
one else was present, suddenly pushed her through the restroom door,
locking it behind him.  -�What do you want? -� she naively asked.  -�Turn
around.  Face the mirror. -� Shelly turned as she was told.  -�Now lean
against the lavatory. -� Shelly leaned forward.  -�Now look in the mirror.
-� Shelly looked up and saw herself and the Deacon standing behind her. 
-�Look me in the eyes, whore.  That -(TM)s it. -� Shelly felt and saw him
lift her dress up and over her back.  -�Forgot your panties? -�  -�What are
you doing?  I -(TM)ll tell my daddy! -�  -�Go ahead, slut.  Tell him.  I
-(TM)m just doing my duty.  How many hours of community service do you have
left? -�  -�I, I -- -�  -�Well, Honey this won -(TM)t count towards them.
This is just for my personal pleasure. -�

   *****

   With a plate overflowing with food and another heaped with three
deserts, Luke made his way over to the young adult table where Lynette was
sitting.  Usually, Lynette would be in an animated conversation with the
other girls, but today she very quiet.   -�Hi, Lynette! -� She didn -(TM)t
acknowledge him.  They had always been close, ever since they both could
remember, they had been either friends or lovers, not that they ever
actually made love to each other.  They had just been boyfriend and
girlfriend, in elementary school, junior high and high school.  A little
necking, a little tittie-pie twice, but nothing serious.  Heck, they were
almost like brother and sister.  After he knocked up Shelly and had to
marry her, Lynette gave him the ice treatment, but she had gotten over that
a long time ago.   -~Uh, oh, -(TM) thought Luke.   -~What does she know?
-(TM)  -�Uh, nice day, huh? -� he politely asked.  Silence.  -�Uh, how
-(TM)s school?  Ready for graduation? -� Silence.  The awkwardness of the
situation was more than he could handle, so he too clamed up and ate in
silence.  All the while he was wondering what the problem was and dreading
the answer.  Did she know too?  He was saved when a strong hand clasped his
shoulders.  -�Bobby Ray!  How ya doin -(TM), Dude? -�  -�Uh, okay.  Say,
could I talk to ya for a moment. -�  -�Sure, -� replied Luke cautiously. 
-�Ya know, Lynette and I haven -(TM)t seen yer new house and -- we were
wondering if maybe -- we could come over this afternoon. -�  -�Well, we
gotta go see Pa. -�  -�Yer Pa -(TM)s here, -� rejoined Bobby Ray nodding
towards Luke -(TM)s pa.  -�I know.  I mean, we -(TM)re goin -(TM) over to
his place fer a visit, after church. -�  -�Well, I really need to talk to
ya, Luke.  Can -(TM)t do it here.  How about if we met ya at yer pa -(TM)s
house. -�  -�Uh, uh -- we got some family business to take care of, Bobby
Ray.  -�I know!  Why don -(TM)t ya come over later!  Ya really do need to
see the house!  It -(TM)s a bit run down, but it -(TM)s gonna be real nice
once we fix it up good. -�  -�Yeah.  Okay.  That -(TM)ll work.  What time?
-�  -�About four?  I -(TM)ll call ya when we -(TM)re ready to leave Pa
-(TM)s. -�  -�We won -(TM)t be home -- Let -(TM)s just make it four, four
thirty.  If ya ain -(TM)t home yet, we -(TM)ll just wait fer ya. -� 
-�Sure, Bobby Ray.  Four thirty.  Ya know the address? -�  -�Yeah, I got
it. -� Bobby Ray went over and whispered something to his sister.  Lynette
nodded, then looked up at Luke and gave him a weak smile before standing.
With that, Lynette and Bobby Ray made their way to Bobby Ray -(TM)s truck.

   *****

   The rape was perfunctory and over in just a few minutes.  All the while
that she was being violated, Shelly had to maintain eye contact in the
mirror with the sneering Deacon until he was finished.  It was quick, but
it seemed to take longer, much longer than it actually did.  His
performance reminded her of O -(TM)Ryan -(TM)s, before Jake read him the
riot act about getting her off too. Spent, Jones zipped up and pulled her
dress back down.   -�See you around, whore, -� he said slipping out the
restroom door. Shelly locked the door behind him and paused to collect her
thoughts.  There was absolutely nothing that she could do about it.  But
here?  At the church?  In the house of the Lord?  How could he?   -~It wasn
-(TM)t my fault, -(TM) she reasoned.   -~He could -(TM)ve done it anywhere,
but he did it right here in my father -(TM)s church! -(TM)  -�Dear, Lord,
it wasn -(TM)t me! -� she said looking up at the ceiling.  Then she thought
about Luke and his pa fingering her in the sanctuary while her father
preached.   -�That wasn -(TM)t me either, Lord!  It wasn -(TM)t me.  They
made me! -� Splashing some cold water over her face she reasoned,  -~Yes,
Luke did make me.  It -(TM)s on his soul, all of it, not mine. -(TM)
Looking up she saw the pretty girl looking back at her from the mirror.  
-�Poor, Luke! -� she addressed the girl.   -�I wonder if I -(TM)ll ever see
him in heaven.  He -(TM)s a good man.  Certainly he won -(TM)t be punished
too hard.  It -(TM)s not like he -(TM)s a cold blooded killer. -� Feeling a
familiar trickle beginning to run down her inner thigh, she gathered up
some toilet paper and wiped herself clean.

   *****

    -�Where is she? -� demanded Pa.  -�She -(TM)ll be out in minute, -�
replied Luke.   -�Ya know how women are. -�  -�Oh, here she comes now!  Get
her a god damned plate and let -(TM)s get the hell out of here! -�

   *****

   Straightaway, stepping from the church door, Shelly ran into Deacon
Jones again.  Seeing the shapely girl, the sanctimonious man -(TM)s lips
curled up in an evil, depreciatory smile.  She brushed past him without
acknowledging him.  -�Tramp, -� he muttered as he grabbed her arm in
passing.   -�Listen up!  What happens between me and you is nobody -(TM)s
business.  Got it? -�  -�What are you gonna do? -� she snapped.   -�Rape me
again?  Right here? -�  -�No, not here, -� he laughed releasing her arm. 
The urge had been great, nearly uncontrollable, but Jones had managed to
restrain himself.  She was already half naked from the waist up.  It was so
tempting to simply reach out and rip her dress off right then and there. 
Not so much to show everyone what a whore she was, but purely for his
personal entertainment.  There would be another time for that, he
reflected. Knowing that the moment would be soon, he smiled.  At last, he
could act out his fantasies, fantasies of rape, fantasies of forcible
sodomy, fantasies of nursing from her milk-laden tits.  Ever since she
began to mature, he had imagined her nude, and wondered what her big
breasts really looked like in the raw.  Of course, up until now, she was
absolutely untouchable.  After all she was the preacher -(TM)s daughter,
pure as the wind driven snow.  Suddenly, in the blink of the eye, she was a
fuck-toy.  A fuck-toy for him to use and abuse at will.  Best of all there
was nothing that she could or would do about it.  Quickly Shelly walked
away from the loathsome Deacon, her pussy tingling with need.  She knew she
should have felt outrage at the violation that had just taken place, but
she also realized that in reality, she was only disappointed that it was so
quick and unsatisfying. Following the swaying of her hips, the Deacon
smacked his lips as his mind -(TM)s eye filled with visions of her nude. 
Nude and tied spread eagle from the rafters.  Nude while he whipped and
beat Satan from her soul.  Nude while she cried, begging for mercy.  Nude
as he fucked her and fucked her until his seed had taken root in her womb.
As usual, his fantasies had their typical effect.  Jones turned away so
that no one could see him adjust the stiffening prick in his pants.

   *****

    -�Uh, excuse me, Miss. -� Shelly stopped and turned towards the
unfamiliar voice.  -�Yes?  Are you speaking to me? -�  -�Yes, Miss Mattox,
I mean Mrs.  Blalock.  It is Mrs.  Blalock? -�  -�Yes, -� she answered the
polite gentlemen.  -�I -(TM)m Ned Fowler, Mrs.  Blalock. -�  -�Pleased to
meet you, Ned.  Please call me Shelly. -�  -�Of course, Shelly.  I just
moved out here to the country from town about four weeks ago and joined
your father -(TM)s church.  I -(TM)ve seen you, but there was never an
occasion for me to speak to you. -�  -�You didn -(TM)t need an occasion,
Ned.  We are all one family here. -�  -�Yes, of course.  Everyone is so
nice here. -� Catching sight of the Deacon joining his mousey wife she
replied with a slight frown,  -�For the most part. -�  -�You -(TM)ll be
perfect. -�  -�Come again? -� In a low conspiratorial voice Ned said,  -�I
saw you last night at P-Willy -(TM)s.  I thought it was you, but now, I
-(TM)m certain.  You know, I bought two tickets.  Sure wish I -(TM)d won!
-� he said with a laugh.   -�That was quite a show you put on, Shelly -- 
-�Oh, please!  Don -(TM)t look so distraught!  You -(TM)re so much prettier
with that radiant smile of yours. -�  -�Ned, please.  Don -(TM)t say -- -�
-�Don -(TM)t you worry about that, Shelly.  My lips are sealed.  Families
like this have their secrets, -� he tittered.   -�There -(TM)s no way that
I -(TM)d want any of these good folks to know that I frequented a place
like that, -� he said with a twinkle in his eyes.   -�Now, like I said, you
-(TM)ll be perfect. -�  -�Perfect?  Perfect for what? -�  -�In three weeks
I -(TM)m throwing a bachelor party for my younger brother.  I need a girl.
A pretty girl, like you.  A pretty girl who knows how to have a good time,
a really good time.  There -(TM)ll be about six, maybe eight of us.  How
does one hundred dollars sound? -- Okay, one fifty.  For about four hours.
I -(TM)ll give you a call and give you the time and the place.  Gimme your
number. -�  -�Uh, I don -(TM)t have a phone yet. -�  -�No problem.  Here,
take one of my cards.  Call me next week.  Deal? -�  -�Uh, I, uh -- -� 
-�You wouldn -(TM)t want word to leak out about -- you know, P-Willy's.  Do
you? -�  -�No!  No, I don -(TM)t, it -(TM)s just that my hus -- -�  -�Then
it -(TM)s a deal for one fifty.  Call me. -� Ned excitedly added,  -�This
-(TM)ll be great!  The guys are gonna flip! -� Somewhat dismayed, Shelly
watched as Ned hurried off to join a lady that she presumed was his wife. 
-~Does everybody know? -(TM) she silently asked herself.  Then she
muttered,  -�Oh, my gosh!  I just took a job! -� That wasn -(TM)t something
her husband had told her to do.  It was all on her.  Her mind was in a
swirl as she tried to reason her way out the dilemma she now faced.  Then
she realized that she hadn -(TM)t actually done anything yet.  She had
three weeks to get Luke -(TM)s permission.   -~I -(TM)m sure that he won
-(TM)t mind, -(TM) she reasoned.  'We do need the money for the electrical
work.' With her quandary resolved for the moment, she perked up.  Ned was
cute and he was a gentleman.  Six or eight guys?  Conjuring up an image of
her upcoming gig, her pussy tingled with anticipation.  It would be fun --
as long as Luke approved, of course.

   *****

    -�Who was that? -� asked Luke as he carried his wife -(TM)s plate to a
table under the trees.  -�Ned.  Ned Fowler.  He -(TM)s new here. -�  -�What
did he want? -�  -�I -(TM)ll tell you later, -� she replied in a
conspiratorial tone.  Changing the subject she said,  -�Pa sure is in a
hurry. -�  -�He -(TM)s about ready to burst! -� laughed Luke.  -�Well, we
won -(TM)t keep him long.  I -(TM)m so hot, Luke, I could burst too, -� she
giggled.  -�That -(TM)s the spirit, babe.  Ya know, I bet that was most fun
he -(TM)d ever had in church!  Come to think of it, it was certainly the
most fun I -(TM)ve ever had! -�  -�You two are so bad!  We were in church!
My daddy was looking right at us! -�  -�He thinks we were touched by the
Holy Spirit today. -�  -�Don -(TM)t be blasphemous, Luke Blalock!  You know
I don -(TM)t approve of -- -�  -�Relax, woman!  I -(TM)m just sayin -(TM)
yer dad watched the whole thing and never for a moment suspected what was
really goin -(TM) on!  I swear to ya, he thought we, Pa included, was bein
-(TM) moved by his preachin -(TM)! -� It was so outrageously preposterous
and Luke -(TM)s laughter was so infectious that Shelly couldn -(TM)t help
but join her husband in hearty, uncontrollable laughter.  The Reverend,
seeing them having a good time, smiled contentedly.



   Chapter 17 - Down on the Farm

   After church David deals with his family while Luke takes Shelly to his
pa's farm for a family get together.

    -�You know, your pa is a dirty old man, -� teased Shelly as they drove
towards the Blalock farm.  -�He ain -(TM)t that old, -� deadpanned Luke.  
-�He -(TM)s only forty. -�  -�He watched us. -�  -�What -(TM)re ya talkin
-(TM)  -~bout? -�  -�He -(TM)s watched us -- making love. -�  -�When? -� 
-�Don -(TM)t act so innocent, Luke Blalock!  You know good and well he
watched us.  Remember?  We had just gotten married.  He was watching us
through the window.  Watching as we screwed. -�  -�Uh, I never knew ya knew
 -~bout that. -�  -�Of course I knew!  There you were, pushing into me for
the first time -- -�  -�Actually, that was the second time, -� corrected
Luke.   -�I didn -(TM)t know that ya saw him. -�  -�I was so embarrassed!
There we were, naked and doing it -- and there was your pa, grinning ear to
ear, watching the whole thing!  I pretended I didn -(TM)t see him.  I was
so embarrassed I just about died, but -- at the same time I got so hot.  So
hot that I forgot all about him!  Afterwards, -� she giggled,  -�he always
looked at me hungrily, like I didn -(TM)t have any clothes on, like he
wanted to -- -�  -�Screw ya? -�  -�I suppose. -�  -�Suppose?  Damned right
he wanted to screw ya!  Why didn -(TM)t ya tell me ya knew he was watchin
-(TM) us? -�  -�What would be the point?  To preserve my dignity, I just
pretended that it never happened.  But you certainly knew he was watching.
What could I say?  I only saw him out of the corner of my eye.  On the
other hand, you were looking right at him, Luke, and you never said a
thing. -�  -�Yeah, he was watchin -(TM).  So what?  Ya like being watched.
-�  -�I didn -(TM)t realize that at the time.  Remember, back then, I was a
very innocent girl. -�  -�Ya ain -(TM)t so innocent anymore, -� chuckled
Luke.  -�No, I -(TM)m not -- thanks to you! -�  -�Ya complaining? -�  -�No,
not really.  You know, Luke, Pa is kinda cute. -�  -�Cute?  He -(TM)s a
weather beaten cuss! -�  -�He -(TM)s not weather beaten.  He -(TM)s
ruggedly handsome like you.  But every time he starts talking about his
pigs and suckling piglets, he -(TM)s openly gawking at my tits with that
sly smile of his. -�  -�Ya know what -(TM)s really on his mind when he
starts that, don -(TM)t ya? -�  -�It certainly isn -(TM)t to hard to fathom
what he -(TM)s thinking.  Yeah!  That -(TM)s why he -(TM)s cute. -�  -�I
take it ya don -(TM)t got a problem with that. -�  -�No, he -(TM)s a man. A
very dear man. -�  -�A very dear man?  Ya jus -(TM) said that he -(TM)s a
dirty old man. -�  -�He is, and he -(TM)s a cutie too! -�  -�So -- do ya
wanna fuck him? -�  -�If that -(TM)s what you want, Luke. -� Luke turned
towards her for a moment and leered,  -�You -(TM)re a good woman, Shelly.
Yeah, I wanna see him fuck ya. -� Shelly took Luke arm and lovingly
squeezed it.   -�Whatever you want, Luke. -� A few minutes later they
turned into the Blalock farmyard.  Luke was surprised to see his pa -(TM)s
pickup truck parked in the yard.  His old man had only left church five
minutes before Luke, and he had to drop off the Widow Tinsley.   -�He must
-(TM)ve gone a hundred miles an hour, -� remarked Luke to his wife. Walking
up the steps, Luke opened the screen door for Shelly.  Luke followed his
wife inside the farmhouse.   -�  -(TM)Bout time ya got here! -� greeted
J.D..  -�What -(TM)s the rush, Pa? -� teased the son.  Luke -(TM)s grin
however quickly faded when Margaret Tinsley stepped from the kitchen and
into the parlor with a cup of hot tea. J.D.  offered no explanation, but
went straightaway to Shelly.  Smiling coyly, Shelly watched as her
father-in-law -(TM)s eyes brazenly roamed her body.  Tearing his eyes from
her cleavage, he looked up into her eyes.  His hands went to her shoulders
and pushed the straps down her arms.  -�Turn around. -� Shelly turned away.
Immediately she felt his hands on her rump.  Moments later, he unzipped the
back of her dress.  -�Turn around. -� Shelly turned back towards J.D.. 
Questioningly, she looked towards Margaret Tinsley who was now standing
next to Luke.  J.D.  grasped her shoulder straps again and in one swift
motion, peeled her dress to the floor.  Braless and pantyless, she stood
nude, wearing only her white sandals.   -�Goddamn Almighty! -� he exclaimed
seeing her nipple rings for the first time.  Margaret whispered into Luke
-(TM)s ear,  -�She -(TM)s very lovely. -�  -�Uh, er... -� stammered Luke.
He was expecting his pa to act this way, but Margaret Tinsley?   -�Shelly,
dear, -� said the older lady.   -�I understand that you like to dance. -�
Shelly stood stonily while J.D.  openly fondled her breasts.  She was as
stunned at the Widow Tinsley -(TM)s unexpected behavior as Luke was.  -�Why
don -(TM)t you dance for us dear? -� said Margaret sweetly.   -�I -(TM)m
sure the boys would enjoy that. -� Turning to Luke she instructed,  -�Go
put on some music.  Good music.  Good bump  -~n grind music. -� Luke turned
on the radio.  A woebegone county tune filled the air.  -�No, no, no -- she
can -(TM)t dance to something like that!  Here, let me. -� Brushing Luke
aside, Margaret fished through a pile of CD -(TM)s and selected one. 
Moments later the room throbbed with the jangling beat of exotic Middle
Eastern music.  The red headed older woman, barefoot yet still dressed in
her church clothes, lightly danced across the room to Shelly.  Taking the
younger woman -(TM)s hand, she led her to the center of the room. It was an
incongruous sight.  Shelly, naked except for her shoes, amateurishly
jiggled about.  Margaret, fully dressed yet barefoot, gyrated sexily as
only an experienced belly dancer could.  Soon in a fluid motion, Margaret
-(TM)s dress joined Shelly -(TM)s on the floor.  The older woman now danced
in her black panties and a lacy black bra.  As her hips shook to the music,
her beauty astounded Luke.  The song ended and as the next begun, she
advised Shelly to shed her shoes as it was much easier to dance barefoot
than with shoes of any kind.  A quick study, Shelly mimicked the hip
motions of her teacher, but inexperienced as she was, she couldn -(TM)t
possibly match the grace of Margaret -(TM)s footwork.  It was all she could
do to try and shake her hips at one speed while trying to shake her tits at
half speed. When the third song began, Shelly was out of breath, but
Margaret danced on.  -�Take it off, Marg! -� whooped J.D.   -�Take it off!
-� Margaret smiled as she shook her breasts just inches from Luke -(TM)s
face.  In a twinkling of an eye, the lacy black bra was gone.  Drawing on
her experience as a lap dancer, Margaret beat Luke about the head with her
tits for a moment before turning away from him.  While her hips vibrated at
an astonishing speed, Luke reached out and grabbed the sides of her black
panties.  Once he had them down, she deftly stepped out of them and
traipsed back to the center of the room. Luke had been so distracted by the
long-legged flaming redhead, that he lost track of Shelly.  A quick glance
about and he found her.  His pa was bare-chested and she was kneeling
before him, unbuckling his belt.  Pulling both his pants and boxers down at
the same time, Shelly helped her father-in-law out of his remaining
clothes. Having completely stripped her father-in-law, Shelly began by
kissing the top of the older man -(TM)s feet, then slowly working her way
up his ankles and calves.  Planting wet sloppy kisses all over J.D. -(TM)s
legs, she gradually working up his thighs.  At the first whiff of the funky
aroma of his genitalia, her nostrils flared.  She loved the heady scent of
a real man.  But there was something else, the unmistakable scent another
woman -(TM)s pussy.  Breathing deeply she snuggled into his ball sack,
becoming increasing intoxicated by the tangy bouquet of sex.  Once she
began showering his testicles with kisses, J.D. -(TM)s breathing became
labored.  Teasing him unmercifully, nibbling at the loose skin of his sack,
licking his inner thighs and nuzzling into his balls, she enjoyed the tangy
residue of his earlier tryst with the Widow.  When she finally made it to
the base of his rock hard penis, J.D.  softly whimpered,  -�Oh, my Lord,
child. -� Slowly she kissed and nibbled her way up the sex-crusted stalk of
his throbbing organ, returning again and again to lick the areas just
nibbled, giving his dick a good and thorough cleansing.  The slow pace of
her progress made the trip to the seeping tip an agonizingly protracted
affair for her father-in-law.   -�Oh, fuck! -� cursed J.D.  when she began
playfully pulling at his foreskin with her teeth, nibbling around the
circumference until she was toying with the fold of skin just under his
cock crown.  Luke always loved her to do that and she knew just how rough
she could be without causing any pain.  Then swirling her tongue in tiny
circles she traced down his bulging cock tube to the base of his dick. 
Reversing direction, she pulled the flat of her tongue up the underside of
his cock in one steady motion.  -�Sweet Jesus, girl! -� the older man
hissed through his clenched teeth when she first swiped the engorged
arrow-like head of his cock with her tongue.  Momentarily Shelly -(TM)s
eyes closed as she savored the favor of his preseminal lubricant.  To Luke,
it was difficult to tell who was enjoying the blowjob preliminaries the
most, his wife or his pa. Shelly looked up at her father-in-law with eyes
blazing with passion.  Smiling up at him, she wrapped her lips around J.D.
-(TM)s weeping glans.  J.D.  threw his head back moaning plaintively.  His
body began twitching from the wild sensations radiating from his sensitive
glans.   -�Goddamn, -� he croaked as his head rolled around a few times,
coming to rest just in time to see his cock disappear between her lips.
With her mouth filled with her father-in-law -(TM)s cock, Shelly began to
suck him in earnest, letting her tongue slide all around it, tasting it,
feeling its texture, savoring the moment. J.D. -(TM)s legs began to twitch
as her tongue danced across his throbbing dick, sending electric shocks up
his spine.  Her tongue was never still, always rubbing and maintaining a
fluttering, stroking motion on the bottom of his dick, until he felt his
seed begin moving up from his balls into thick base of his cock.  He looked
down at the young beautiful girl kneeling naked between his legs, looking
up at him while she sucked him off.  Grabbing a handful of her blond hair,
Luke -(TM)s pa began fucking his nineteen-year-old daughter-in-law's face
until he could no longer hold off the building climatic moment. J.D.  threw
his head back, gasping as his prostate violently contracted, sending the
first high pressure bolt of his sperm jetting from the head of his penis
and into her voraciously sucking mouth.  With the first spurt gushing over
her tongue, Shelly moaned with delight, adding vibrations to his spouting
dick.  Again and again his dick pulsed, each time flooding her mouth with
his semen until the contractions were mere spasms and the torrent had ebbed
into a trickle. As always, Shelly marveled at the differences in the flavor
of different men -(TM)s spunk.  She had expected him to taste like his son,
but J.D. -(TM)s semen was more pungent, not bitter, just a stronger heady
flavor.  She let him flood her mouth and allowed a good portion to seep
from her lips and drip down her chest.  Her recent experiences had taught
her that a lot of men liked to see their cum dripping from her lips.  She
correctly surmised that her father-in-law was one of those men. Rocking
back on her heels, she let his now flaccid noddle slip from her mouth. 
Looking up at him with a slutty grin, she licked her lips and swallowed
what she had retained in her mouth while slowly rubbing his dripping spunk
into her tits.  -�How -(TM)s that fer a blowjob, Pa? -� he heard hs son
ask. Still somewhat short of breath, J.D.  tore his glazed eyes away from
his slut daughter-in-law to look over at his grinning son just in time to
see Margaret inhale the younger man -(TM)s cock.   -�If she fucks as half
as good as she sucks, -� gasped the older man,  -�I -(TM)m gonna have a
grand time today. -�  -�Then yer gonna have a grand time, Pa! -� Not to be
outdone by the younger woman, Margaret knew how to use her mouth and soon
had the younger man gasping.  Looking down at the redhead working over his
dick, Luke said,  -�That feels real good Mrs.  Tinsley.  Real good!  That
-(TM)s it ya slut, suck it, ya slut, suck it! -�  -�Don -(TM)t be
disrespectful, Son, -� admonished his pa.   -�It -(TM)s Ma -(TM)am to ya,
boy.  In a few weeks, she might be yer new ma! -�  -�Good God Almighty, Ma
-(TM)am. -� exclaimed Luke as she raked his sensitive shaft with her soft,
supple lips, working her mouth on his erection with the consummate skill of
a highly experienced cock slut.  Sealing her lips around the base of his
shaft, she created an incredible suction as she pulled up, letting his cock
pop completely out of her mouth when she reached his glans.  -�Ya ain
-(TM)t gonna last long, Son -� said his smiling pa.   -�No man can stand
that fer long! -� The old man was right.  Taking the younger man by
surprise, the Widow Tinsley literally sucked the sperm right from Luke
-(TM)s balls.  In an out of control rush, he grunted as he spouted into her
mouth.  Indeed, she had gotten him off very quickly. With a sultry smile,
Margaret rose.  Taking her young lover -(TM)s head in her hands, she
planted a kiss on his mouth.  Wide eyed, Luke felt his own cum run from her
mouth into his.  Margaret held her kiss until she was sure that he had
swallowed. Breaking away, Luke looked at his old man with an unsure look.
Shelly was now standing facing Luke while J.D.  mauled her big tits from
behind.  The old man grinned at his son and said,  -�Nasty, ain -(TM)t she?
Nasty and a hell of lot of fun! -�  -�Why J.D.  Blalock! -� exclaimed
Margaret in mock anger.   -�Nasty am I?  -�You don -(TM)t pay him no mind,
Luke.  Your pa loves it when I do that for him.  Especially when I -(TM)ve
just sucked off Jonah. -�  -�Now don -(TM)t go filling the boy -(TM)s head
with a bunch of tales, woman! -�  -�Those aren -(TM)t tales, J.D. -� Luke
was flabbergasted.  Was what she said true?  Jonah Williams?  Bobby Ray
-(TM)s pa?  -�Hush up, woman!  -�Now Luke, I want ya to stay here an -(TM)
entertain the Widow.  Me, I -(TM)m gonna go fornicate with yer young wife.
-� J.D.  clamped a finger on one of Shelly -(TM)s nipple rings to turn her
around and lead her off to his bed.  -�Pa!  Jus -(TM) a minute! -� J.D. 
paused somewhat annoyed by the delay.  Luke picked his trousers up from the
floor and rummaged through the pockets, finding what he was looking for in
the second pocket.   -�Here, try this, Pa, -� he said holding up the cock
ring that Jake had given him.   -�It -(TM)ll keep ya hard for hours!  Keeps
the blood from running outta yer dick. -� Taking the Velcro strap to his
pa, Luke advised,  -�Shelly knows how this works.  She -(TM)ll put it on
for ya. -�  -�Hmmm, hours ya say?  I -(TM)ll give it a try. -�  -�Yeah,
just don -(TM)t leave it on too long.  My buddy Jake told me  -~bout this
fella, he fell asleep wearin -(TM) one these things.  Woke up the next
mornin -(TM) an -(TM) gangrene had set in!  Poor fella, had to have his
damned pecker cut off. -�  -�Yer kiddin -(TM)! -�  -�Hell, I don -(TM)t
know, Pa.  That -(TM)s what Jake said.  Maybe it -(TM)s a bunch of bull,
but jus -(TM) don -(TM)t overdo it.  It -(TM)s safe enough fer an hour or
so, but ya better give yer pecker a rest. -�  -�Hours? -�  -�Yeah, hours.
-�  -�Thanks, son!  I -(TM)ll give it go with her. -� J.D.  gave a little
tug to his daughter-in-law -(TM)s nipple ring.   -�C -(TM)mon, girl, nature
-(TM)s callin -(TM) and I don -(TM)t mean that I need to pee. -� Margaret
put her arms around the younger man, hugging him from the back, rubbing her
breasts into his muscular back as Luke watched his pa lead his slut-wife
off for a fucking.  Just as the bedroom door closed, Luke called out, 
-�Make her squeal, Pa!  Make her squeal! -�  -�You want to watch them, don
-(TM)t you? -� murmured Margaret in his ear.  -�Yeah.  I really do, -�
replied Luke.   -�Ya think pa would mind? -�  -�Your pa -(TM)s not a shy
man, but he didn -(TM)t invite you into his bedroom.  He closed the door.
-�  -�Yeah, I guess, -� he responded with resignation.  -�We could go out
onto the porch.  He doesn -(TM)t have any curtains on his bedroom window.
-�  -�Yeah!  That -(TM)s right! -� The two voyeurs slipped outside to the
side porch.  Once outside, Luke was keenly aware of their nudity. 
Nervously he looked about to be sure that no one could see them.  The angle
of the house and the position of the barn made it nearly impossible for
anyone driving up or down the road to see them.  Still there was always a
possibility that someone could just walk up, though that was highly
unlikely. Luke laughed at himself for being so modest.  So what if anyone
saw them?  In town, he and Shelly were practically going out of their way
to be seen naked by their neighbors on both sides, and he had no problem
going from house to house in the buff either.  Hell, when he first met the
Quibleys they were total strangers, and he -(TM)d fucked Shelly right in
front of them, little kids and all. Still, out here on the farm, it was
pretty wide open.  If anyone was out in the soybean field, they certainly
would see them.  An image of the Reverend Mattox walking up from the
soybean field amused Luke immensely.   -�As if that -(TM)d happen, -� said
Luke out loud.  -�What would happen? -� asked Margaret.  -�Nuttin -(TM). 
Jus -(TM) thought of sumpthin -(TM) stupid, -� he said with a wave of his
hand and a grin.  -�Well, shush up, -� she whispered.   -�We -(TM)re
supposed to be minding our own business. -�  -�This is my business, -� he
replied.   -�C -(TM)mon, I gotta see this. -� Gathering around the bedroom
window they looked in to see Shelly kneeling as she put the cock strap
around J.D. -(TM)s flaccid cock and balls.  -�Is it supposed to be tight?
Doesn -(TM)t feel tight. -�  -�It -(TM)ll tighten up when you get hard, Pa,
-� replied Shelly.   -�I don -(TM)t want to make it too tight.  Luke says
it hurts if he puts it on too tight at first. -�  -�Okay, now what? -� 
-�Hmmmm, let me see, -� she said planting a kiss on his pecker.   -�What do
you think? -�  -�I think that if ya want me to fuck ya, ya better get to
suckin -(TM), girl -- Oh yes, that feels nice. -� In no time, Shelly had
the blood flowing back into his prick.  -�Damn, it -(TM)s getting -(TM)
tight! -� exclaimed the older man.   -�Keep goin -(TM).  It -(TM)s tight,
but don -(TM)t hunt none. -� Judging him to be more than sufficiently hard,
Shelly pulled her mouth off his rigid dick.  Standing, she stepped back
until she had backed into the bed.  Lying back, she lewdly spread herself
open to him.  Looking over her head, she saw that her husband was watching.
Shelly smiled at Luke while she jiggled her generous tits for his pa.  -�Ya
gonna watch? -� said J.D.  as he crawled on top of her.  -�You don -(TM)t
mind, do you? -� replied Margaret.  -�Hell, no!  I jus -(TM) thought it
might not be appropriate for the boy to see me screw his wife. -�  -�She
-(TM) a slut, Pa.  Go on, -� urged Luke.   -�Screw her.  Screw her good,
Pa. -�  -�Well, she -(TM)s yer wife. -�  -�Go on, Pa.  Take her. -� J.D. 
took on the missionary position, supporting his weight with his arms to
give his audience a clear view of his cock posed at her pussy.  Easing his
hips forward, his cock slipped into the warm, velvety embrace of her pussy.
Shelly, knowing that she was still stretched out from the Sheriff -(TM)s
big cock, flexed her kegel muscles like Toni had told her, giving J.D.  a
nice tight fuck.  -�She -(TM)s got a nice pussy, Luke.  Nice, real nice
pussy, -� he muttered as he began sawing into his son -(TM)s wife.  
-�Goddamn, I -(TM)m gonna love Sundays fer now on! -�  -�Oh, yeah, squeeze
my dick, honey!  Oh, fuck, ya feel so good. -� Luke and Margaret watched
J.D.  fucking Shelly until J.D., tiring, lowered himself on top of her. 
The view now limited to his pa -(TM)s ass pumping, Luke lost interest. 
-�Whatcha say we go back inside? -�  -�Sure thing, handsome.  Watching
those two has gotten me really horny. -�  -�Me too. -�

   *****

    -�I -(TM)ve never been so embarrassed in all my life!  How dare you
humiliate me, telling the pastor that we had  -~problems -(TM)?!  What must
he think? -� shrieked Julia.   -�He must think that I -(TM)m awful!  How
could you?! -� All the while that Julia was screeching, she pummeled David
with her handbag as he drove towards their home.  -�Answer me!  How could
you do that? -�  -�Stop hitting me! -�  -�Shut up!  You shut up when I
talking to you! -�  -�You -(TM)re not talking!  You -(TM)re yelling! -�
retorted David as he did his best to drive and ward off the battering while
maintaining control of their vehicle.  It didn -(TM)t help matters that the
three unruly children were out of their seats, shouting in riotous laughter
while beating him about the head too.  -�I am too talking!  Answer me!  How
dare you humiliate me like that? -�  -�I didn -(TM)t --ow!  Stop! -�  -�Don
-(TM)t you tell me what to do!  My duty!  My duty!  My duty!!!!  You just
want me to be your whore!  You want me to be a whore like that whore next
door! -�  -�Damn it, stop hitting me! -�  -�You watch your language
Davy-John Jenkins!  I won -(TM)t stand for any profanity!  Not in front of
my babies!  I won -(TM)t stand for it from anyone! -�  -�Stop it will you!
-� Julia had no intentions of stopping.  Abruptly, David had enough and
pulled the car over to the side of the road.  Grabbing her flailing hands
with one hand, he slapped his enraged wife hard across the face.   -�I said
stop! -� He slapped her again.   -�When I say stop -- (WHAP! -(TM)) I --
(WHAP! -(TM)) mean -- (WHAP! -(TM)) stop! -� (WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!) Julia
recoiled from the stinging open handed blows, but was unable to miss or
deflect any of them.   -�Ooooohhhooooohhhooooohohohoh! -� she cried.  
-�You -(TM)re the meanest man in the world! -� she sobbed.   -�Go ahead,
hit me!  Hit me!  Makes you feel like a big man, does it?  Hit me!  But you
can -(TM)t have me!  Never!  Never!  Ooohhhooooohohohoh! -� A wailing
chorus from the back seat sympathetically joined their mother -(TM)s
crying. David turned and glared at the three brats.  All three
instinctively cowered from his angry stare and all three became silent. 
They knew that they were very close to getting theirs too.

   *****

   Covered in a sheen of sweat and lost in his own state of euphoria, Luke
was jolted back by the banshee-like cry coming from his pa -(TM)s bedroom.
Once the unearthly noise had subsided, he once again slipped into a
pre-orgasmic limbo where the world was fuzzy and his whole body tingled
with desire.  The older woman had been expertly playing him, keeping him on
the very edge, but never pushing him over the edge.  Straddling him as he
sat on the sofa with his cock buried deeply in her cunt, she implored him
to remain as motionless as possible.  Every time he tried to thrust, she
stopped him, urging him to simply concentrate on the sensations radiating
from his dick.  She didn -(TM)t fuck him per se, but merely ground herself
on his cock, grinding his pubes into her clit until she came, then
squeezing and milking his cock until he was about to cum.  Sensing his
impending climax, she stopped, remaining completely motionless until his
building orgasm subsided, then she ground into him again, getting herself
off and repeating the process over and over.  With eyes unfocused and his
breath coming in ragged pants, Luke ached for relief, relief that Margaret
skillfully denied him, causing the poor boy to suffer in a prolonged lust
induced stupor. He heard the knock on the door, but it was meaningless to
him.  He heard the familiar voice, but that too was meaningless.  At some
point his passion-glazed eyes fixated on the man standing in the parlor. 
Slowly he realized that the man wasn -(TM)t his pa, it was someone else,
someone shorter and somewhat pudgy.  Struggling against the ecstatic state
that he was in, he looked the man in the eyes.  Neither spoke while Luke
and the Widow screwed, but gradually it dawned on Luke that Jonah Williams,
Bobby Ray -(TM)s and Lynnette -(TM)s pa, was getting an eyeful.  -�Oh,
shit, -� he breathlessly whispered. Margaret, knowing the trancelike state
had been broken, began pumping up and down in his lap.  Wide eyed, Luke
came in a volcanic-like rush.  The sudden release of his pent up sexual
energy hit him like an atom bomb.  Blown away by intensity of his orgasm,
Luke was all but oblivious that Mr.  Williams was standing there.  After
his tumultuous climax, Luke was nearly comatose, his mind reeling as his
cock shrank and finally wetly slithered from the older woman -(TM)s cunt. 
-�Where -(TM)s your pa? -� The question seemed to be coming from afar.  
-�Where -(TM)s your pa, Luke? -� Before he could muster the strength to
respond, the voice said,  -�Never mind, boy.  I can see that you -(TM)re
busy. -� When Luke did finally gather enough presence on mind, there wasn
-(TM)t anybody there, just the Widow, showering his face with kisses.

   *****

   Shelly -(TM)s universe had contracted down to a single point centering
on her pussy, but as her orgasm began to subside, her universe began to
expand again.  Once again, they changed positions.  This time with J.D.  on
his back, lying crossways on his bed, while Shelly straddled his still hard
prong, facing his feet.  -�God damn, -� exclaimed J.D.  as her hot puss
enveloped his cock,  -�my dick -(TM)s still hard!  I -(TM)m gonna fuck the
hell out of ya, girl!  Fuck ya  -~til one us cries uncle! -� Taking
advantage that the position offered him, J.D.  stuck a finger up her ass.
They had been going at it for some minutes before Jonah Williams walked
into the bedroom.  At the sight of him, Shelly gasped, covering her mouth
with her hand as she stopped bobbing up and down on her father-in-laws
-(TM) dick.  J.D.  sensing that it was his turn to hump, got to humping,
thrusting his long dick up into her.  Unsure what to do, Shelly remained
relatively motionless. Jonah watched for a moment and then smiled as he
unbuttoned his shirt.  J.D.  was right after all.  The girl was a
promiscuous slut and Luke was passing her around.  When J.D.  had called
him earlier this morning, Jonah thought that his old friend was trying to
put one over him.  But it was true. A wave of relief swept over her as her
old boyfriend -(TM)s father dropped his pants.  He looked pudgier naked
than when he was dressed, nevertheless he had what Shelly found
irresistible, a stiff cock.  He wasn -(TM)t nearly as long as Luke or his
pa, but he was somewhat thicker, though not as thick as Jake Stringer.  As
he approached the bed, Shelly leaned forward and in doing so, dislodged
J.D. cock from her cunt.  Jonah stepped closer, between J.D. -(TM)s knees
and his dangling legs.  Without a word spoken between them, Shelly kissed
his hairy navel, planted two kisses on his hairy abdomen and then kissed
the knobby head of his dick before taking it between her lips.  -�That
-(TM)s it girl, suck his god damned dick! -� growled her father-in-law.  
-�Suck it good, ya slut! -� Grabbing her by the hips, J.D.  pulled her back
down on his jutting prick.  Shelly rocked back, allowing J.D.  a free hand
to aim his cock.  Feeling his dick pressing against her anus, she willed
her sphincter to open.  J.D. -(TM)s cock slid into her ass. Without
additional lube, there was considerable friction between his prick and the
walls of her rectum.  Still she was loose enough from the big-dick ass
fucking last night that it really wasn -(TM)t a great problem.  Nonetheless
she was grateful that J.D.  let her do the fucking at her own pace. Jonah,
not wanting to cum too quickly, stepped back, pulling his dick from her
oral embrace.  Smiling sluttily, Shelly sat upright, driving J.D. -(TM)s
cock deep in her ass.  She winked at Jonah and then layback, spreading her
legs outside her father-in-law -(TM)s legs, taking up the position that she
had repeatedly taken last night with Deputy Hal, every time he had it up
her ass after his first screw.  She thought of the constant stream of cars,
coming and going from the Sheriff -(TM)s farm, and with each new car came a
fresh, new dick.  A fresh, hard dick to fuck her needy pussy while Hal
-(TM)s black cock was stuffed up her butt, giving everyone a nice tight
fuck.  Jonah stepped forward again, studying the young splayed pussy
offered up to him for his pleasure.  Margaret kept her bush neatly trimmed,
but this was first time he -(TM)d seen a girl so barren of hair.  It
reminded him of years ago, before she was too old to continue to allow him
that pleasure, when he still gave Lynnette her bath.  He could still hear
his little girl giggle whenever he  -~accidentally -(TM) slid his hand or a
finger between her legs for a brief fleeting moment.  Though greatly
tempted, he never allowed it to go any further.  That was long ago and this
was here and now.  Absolutely nothing stood between the hairless pussy now
shamelessly on display before him and his burning sexual desires. Reaching
forward, he slid his hand down the wet protruding lips of her pussy, down
to her anus, stuffed with his friend -(TM)s cock, down the base of the cock
and to his friend -(TM)s balls wet with sexual secretions.  Then he slid
his hand back up J.D. -(TM)s cock and her stretched bunghole and up into
her with three fingers. Shelly was expecting him to just mount her like the
deputies had mounted her last night, but Jonah had other ideas.  Splaying
open her pussy for inspection, he saw the unmistakable milkiness of cum
pooling in the maw of her vagina.  His gaze shifted, soaking up the
sumptuousness of her voluptuous nudity, pausing to study her ringed nipples
while he fingered her cunt.  Giving into his own desires, he lowered his
head and burrowed his face in her sopping cunt, orally ravishing her
well-used sex, making loud slurping noises as he sucked her wanton pussy
and lapped up as much mixed sex nectar as possible.

   *****

   Julia bolted from the car as soon as David pulled into his lean-to
carport.  Pausing at the door, she shouted for all the neighbors to hear
about how he was abusing her.  Only their neighbors on the other side heard
her, and they had long since learned to ignore her high pitched ranting. 
Running inside and upstairs to their bedroom, she locked herself in. David
was stuck dealing with the three sullen kids, who where now whining in
unison about being hungry.  He fixed them each a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich and gave them each a glass of milk, then retired to the peace and
solitude of the living room.  A few minutes later, be heard the back door
slam and heard the voices of his children playing outside.  Ten minutes or
so had passed when he noticed that it had gotten quiet, too quiet.  Rising
to check up on things, he heard the loud shattering of glass.  Quickly he
looked between the heavy drapes out onto the alleyway to see his shirtless
son pick up a rock and pitch it through the Blalock -(TM)s window with a
crash. Bolting out the door, David ran into the alleyway just as his
youngest daughter pitched a rock that fortunately missed it mark.  -�What
are you doing? -� the father yelled.   -�Stop it!  All of you, stop it
right now! -� The three brats turned towards his voice and froze in place.
David saw the older girl, Kendall, drop something to the ground behind her
back.  -�What is the meaning of this?  You -(TM)re all vandals! -�  -�Mama
said they served the devil, -� said Trisha the littlest girl.  -�They need
to be driven out and sent to hell, -� added Billy.  -�We were just doing
what Jesus told us to do, -� added the elder daughter.  -�Jesus didn -(TM)t
tell you anything of the sort! -� retorted the exasperated dad.   -�Those
are our neighbors!  Jesus said for us to love our neighbors! -�  -�We hate
them! -� spouted Billy.  -�I don -(TM)t believe this!  They -(TM)ve never
done anything to you or to us.  They are actually very nice, once you get
to know them a little. -�  -�Mama says they -(TM)re evil, -� replied the
older girl.  -�They -(TM)re not evil, but what you just did was evil! 
Inside!  Now! -� The three recalcitrant miscreants were lined up in the
living room in front of the sofa while David contemplated their punishment.
Having decided a course of action David asked the boy,  -�Where -(TM)s your
shirt? -�  -�I took it off.  It -(TM)s hot! -� replied the boy.  -�Very
well, -� said David as he sat in his overstuffed chair.   -�You -(TM)re
first, Billy.  Take off your pants. -�  -�Not that, -� sobbed the boy.  
-�I won -(TM)t do it again.  I promise! -�  -�I said take off your pants!
Take them off and come here!  Now! -� The sobbing boy knew not to disobey
and tried to shuck his pants, but his shoes got tangled up in the legs,
forcing him to shed his shoes too.  His two sisters sniggered at his
plight.  -�What -(TM)s so funny, girls?  Get out of those dresses!  Now! -�
The two girls, their smirks wiped from their faces, reluctantly and slowly
complied.  The boy in only his socks and white cotton briefs cautiously
approached his father.  -�You look silly with your socks on, Billy.  I
-(TM)ll give to the count of three to get rid of them -- one -- two --
three!  Too late!  Get your ass over here! -- Get that sock off! -� Hopping
on one foot while he tried to shed the last offending sock, the boy fell
before he got to the designated spot.  Recovering from his indignity the
boy stood before his angry father.   -�Lie down over my lap. -�  -�Please,
Daddy!  I won -(TM)t do it again. -�  -�That -(TM)s right!  You won -(TM)t
ever do that again!  I -(TM)m gonna make sure that you learn your lesson.
Now take the position! -� Reluctantly, the boy lay across his father -(TM)s
lap.  David grabbed the waistband of the boy -(TM)s shorts and pulled them
off his hips to his knees. The girls were now down to their panties and
watched wide-eyed as the bare butt spanking began. WHAP!   -�Ow! -� the boy
shouted with the first stinging blow of his father -(TM)s open hand.  WHAP!
 -�Ow! -� WHAP!   -�Owww! -� WHAP!  Billy -(TM)s white buttocks were now
glowing red.   -�Owwww!  Stop! -� WHAP!  The stinging pain was such that
the boy didn -(TM)t notice the hard lump in his father -(TM)s pants.  
-�Owwowow!  Stop! -� WHAP!   -�Owowwowow! -� WHAP!   -�Ohhhh, pleaseeeeee,
Daddy!  Pleaseeeeeee!  WHAP!   -�Owwwww!  It hurts!  It hurts! -� WHAP!  
-�Noooooo!  Nooooooo!  WHAP!   -�Stop!  Nooooooo!  Pleaseeee nooooo! -�
WHAP!   -�It -(TM)s burning!  It -(TM)s burning!  Oh, owwwowww! -� David
stopped the spanking and held the boy over his lap as he cried. 
Soothingly, he rubbed the boy -(TM)s burning buns, not so much out of
sympathy for the boy, but more for his own gratification.  He was sorely
tempted to run a finger up the boy -(TM)s crack and toy with his little
anus, like he had seen in the DVDs he secretly sold, but he managed to
control himself.  Instead he ground his erection into the boy -(TM)s belly.
Maybe the brat would get the idea.  Maybe next time, when his sisters weren
-(TM)t about -- Images of the boy filled his head, of the boy willing and
eagerly sucking his cock like the boys in the videos.   -~If Julia won
-(TM)t suck me, maybe Billy -- With his hand between his son -(TM)s cheeks
rubbing deeper and deeper into the crevasse, David suddenly shouted,  -�No!
I can -(TM)t -- -� Having caught himself just in time he gruffly ordered, 
-�Get up! -� The still sobbing boy rose.   -�Turn so your sisters can see
what -(TM)s in store for them. -� Billy, facing his father with his back to
his sisters, felt his briefs falling around his ankles.   -�Now, go stand
by the couch! -� The boy bent to pull up his briefs.   -�Leave them where
they are. -�  -�Daddy -- -�  -�Go stand by the couch. -� The red faced boy
shuffled towards where his sisters where standing.  Somewhere along the
way, his briefs were completely left behind.  The two girls watched in awe
as their brother approached.  They both knew that boys were different than
girls, they had just never really seen how different.  -�Kendall, you
-(TM)re next! -� The older girl took one more glace at her brother -(TM)s
genitals and slowly shuffled towards her punishment.  Standing before her
father in only a pair of panties, she coyly smiled at him in a ploy to
lessen her punishment.  -~She -(TM)s enjoying this, -(TM) thought David
misreading her intent.   -�What -(TM)s so funny? -�  -�Nothing. -�  -�Then
wipe that smile off your face! -�  -�Daddy -- -�  -�Take the position! -� 
-�Please, Daddy.  I didn -(TM)t -- -�  -�Hush up!  Now, let -(TM)s get this
over with!  Lie across my lap. -� On her command, tears began streaming
down Kendall -(TM)s face. Losing patience with the manipulative girl, David
grabbed her arm and forced her across his lap.  As with her brother, David
pulled her panties off her hips and down her thighs.  Gazing on the girl
-(TM)s lovely young buttocks, David -(TM)s pupils dilated and his nose
flared.  His hand slowly slid up her leg and came to rest on her rump.  His
hand began to make tiny circles.  Studying her exposed buns and the tactile
delight of her smooth little moons, David lingered as long as he dared
before raising his hand for the first stinging blow. WHAP!   -�Oooowwwww!
-� David paused, admiring the handprint that blossomed on her white little
butt.  WHAP!   -�Oooooowwww! -� Again he paused, rubbing her butt to soothe
the pain.  WHAP!   -�It hurts, Daddy!  It hurts! -� Again he paused to
comfort his daughter.  WHAP!   -�Please no more!  No more! -� she cried.  
-�Don -(TM)t you ever again throw rocks at our neighbor -(TM)s house, -� he
said evenly soothing her burning behind.  -�I won -(TM)t!  I won -(TM)t! -�
WHAP!   -�Nooooooo, pleaseeeee, Daddy.  I won -(TM)t ever do -- -� WHAP!  
-�Ohhhhh hoho, it hurts!  It hurts! -� David rubbed her butt again while
the little girl cried and cried.  After a few minutes the burning eased and
the wailing ebbed to sobbing.  He looked to his other two children; Billy
was smirking while little Trisha looked terrified.  The punishment was
over, for Kendall and Billy that is.  As the older girl regained a fraction
of her composure, David ordered her to stand so that her siblings could see
her reddened ass.  Then, as with Billy, he ordered her back to the couch,
her panties down around her ankles.  Now it was Billy -(TM)s turn to stare.
 -�Okay, Trisha.  It -(TM)s your turn. -� Trisha started crying and was
reluctant to move.  -�Come here, Trisha! -� The little girl remained frozen
in place, bawling as if she had already suffered her punishment. David was
annoyed that he would have to get up and get the girl.  Then he had an
inspiration.   -�Billy, Kendall, bring your sister to me. -� Kendall -(TM)s
tears suddenly dried up as she took Trisha -(TM)s right arm while Billy
took her left.  Trisha struggled to escape the grip of her brother and
sister as they dragged the screaming child to their father.  -�Do you know
why you are being punished? -� he asked sternly. Trisha nodded her head as
she continued to cry.  -�Why are you being punished? -�  -�F, f, for thr,
thr, throw, throwing rocks, -� she answered between sobs. Even though
Trisha was the only one of his children he saw actually throwing a rock,
David knew good and well that her older siblings had put her up to it. 
-�Lay down over my lap. -� The trembling, sobbing little girl immediately
complied.  -�That -(TM)s a good girl.  Just because someone older than you
tells you to do something bad, doesn -(TM)t mean you have to do it. -� 
-�Yes, sir, -� said a small voice. With her brother and sister standing
right there, David pulled her panties down and completely off.  Out of the
corner of his eye, David saw that the older two children were struggling to
stifle a grin.  He also saw that Billy -(TM)s little pecker was standing
up.  -�Billy, come stand here. -� Billy moved around to where his father
had directed him.  Trisha looked up.  Just inches from her face loomed her
brother -(TM)s stiff immature cock. WHAP!   -�Booo hooo hoooo!  Daddy don
-(TM)t! -� WHAP!   -�I -(TM)m sorry, Daddy!  I -(TM)m -- -� WHAP!  
-�Oooooo noooooo!  Nooooooo! -� WHAP!   -�Pleaseeeeee, ohh hoho hoho! -�
Her ass checks took on a cherry red color and David rubbed it to soothe the
pain.   -�Is that all she gets? -� indignantly demanded her older sister. 
-�Yes.  That -(TM)s all she deserves. -�  -�That -(TM)s not fair! -� whined
the disagreeable girl.  -�I determine what -(TM)s fair and what -(TM)s not
fair, -� retorted her dad,  -�so shut your face, Kendall or I -(TM)ll start
all over with you!  -�Now, the three of you are punished until tomorrow. 
Go up to your rooms, and stay there.  I don -(TM)t want to hear so much as
a peep from any of you until suppertime!  Now, go on! -�

   *****

   Luke stood in the doorway, watching as his best friend -(TM)s father ate
out his young wife.  He had always known that his own pa was high strung,
crude and somewhat raunchy.  But Mr.  Williams?  He was always very polite,
easygoing and good-natured.  True he and Pa had been best friends since
they were kids, but they were so totally different.  Seeing and hearing Mr.
Williams noisily slurping cum from Shelly -(TM)s freshly fucked pussy, Luke
knew that under the façade, Mr.  Williams and Pa were actually very much
alike. Jonah stood and crawled onto the bed.  While Mr.  Williams was
eating out Shelly, Luke briefly saw that Pa had his dick up her ass. 
Spreading his thick legs wide, Jonah inched into position, the knob of his
thick dick nuzzling into the engorged mass of her cuntal flesh before
disappearing altogether. Shelly's feet and legs jerked as the older man
penetrated her.  Pa crudely cursed,  -�I kin fell yer god damned prick,
Jonah!  Right through the walls of her fuckin -(TM) ass!  Goddamn that
-(TM)s nasty!  Oh, but it fuckin -(TM) sure feels fuckin -(TM) great!  Oh,
fuck yeah!  Yer beatin -(TM) me off, ya nasty old fart!  Damn that -(TM)s
good!  Fuck us Joanh, fuck us. -� The sight of the two older men, doubling
up on his wife caused Luke -(TM)s cock to stir.  This wasn -(TM)t like Jake
and Big Mike doing her, it was his pa and Bobby Ray -(TM)s pa who were
doing her.  He knew exactly what his old man was feeling, Mr.  Williams
-(TM) cock reciprocating in her pussy, separated from his pa -(TM)s cock by
only the thin membrane of her colon, rubbing the underside of his pa -(TM)s
cock, masturbating his pa while his pa -(TM)s cock was planted up her ass.
The way Pa described it as  -~beatin -(TM) me off -(TM) and  -~fuck us
-(TM) was way nastier than what he had experienced before.  It was evident
that the two older men had done this sort of thing before, many times in
the past.  He thought back to what his pa had said at church about his
deceased ma making money out in a honky-tonk -(TM)s parking lot.  He had
always thought that he knew about everything that went on the farm.  It was
now apparent to him that he didn -(TM)t know the half of it. Margaret came
up from behind and wrapped her arms around Luke, a hand descended across
his torso and encircled his hard cock.   -�Hmmm, you young studs sure get
it up quick.  You want to watch, or do you want to entertain me? -� Luke
needed no second invitation.  Leaving his willing wife with the two older
males, he led Margaret back into the parlor, bent her over the arm rest of
the sofa and plowed into her from the rear.  Last fuck, she had been in
total control.  This fuck, he was in control.  He fucked her hard and
fucked her deep with long, exaggerated strokes, his dick nearly popping out
with each out-stroke and burying his long dick to the balls with each
in-stroke. Margaret was loving the rough screwing and urged her youthful
lover,  -�Fuck me harder!  Harder!  Harder! -� With every inward thrust his
dick banged into her G-spot.  With every passing moment, her passion
increased.  Suddenly he stopped, stirring his dick around in her snatch
while he probed her asshole with his finger.  -�Oh, yes, Baby!  Yes! -� she
hissed as she ground her ass back into him.  Once he had his finger up her
butt, the hard fucking resumed.  The stimulation of her G continued to
elevate her lust.  Stopping again to stir his dick, he rapidly thrust his
finger in her nasty hole, then fucked her hard again. Margaret was now
yelling,  -�Fuck me, you bastard!  Fuck me hard! -� and other obscenities
until she hollered  -�Ahhhhhhh! -� Luke felt her pussy clamp down on his
dick like a vise.  She held him so tight that he couldn -(TM)t budge his
prick.  Gushing as she trembled and shook with the orgasmic waves coursing
through her body, Luke felt her leaking juices soak his balls.  Luke,
unable to thrust, continued to finger her ass until her pussy suddenly
relaxed.  Her orgasm having peaked, she bolted upright in an attempt to
escape from any further stimulation, but Luke brusquely pushed her back
down.  Margaret clawed at the sofa fabric as Luke continued to roughly fuck
her from behind.  Again and again her pussy spasmed as her quaking body was
wracked with the ebb and flow of multiple orgasms.  With each orgasmic
jolt, fresh juices poured from her wildly pulsating pussy until rivets were
running down both their legs.  At long last he got his rocks off. 
Squirting as he thrust, he fucked her until his softening dick could no
longer effectively penetrate her.  Once his soft cock fell out her pussy
for good, Luke wiggled his finger in her butt before extracting it as well.
Exhausted by the protracted orgasmic high, Margaret lie lifeless across the
arm of the sofa.  When Luke turned away from the prostrate slut, he found
himself face to face with Jonah Williams.  Jonah nodded towards J.D. -(TM)s
bedroom saying,  -�I gotta get me one of those. -�  -�Wha? -�  -�That strap
thing.  Your pa -(TM)s still got a ragining hard-on! -� Then he added with
a laugh,  -�Poor bastard!  She -(TM)s killing him! -�  -�Ya think I should
-- -�  -�Naw!  Leave -(TM)em be.  Let the old bastard die a happy man,
between the legs of a big titted cunt.  It -(TM)s the way he -(TM)d want to
go! -� Jonah moved his body to the side to look around Luke.   -�What do
have here? -� the older man queried.   -�A freshly fucked pussy?  My
favorite!  Excuse me, son. -� Luke stepped to the side letting Jonah pass.
The older man knelt behind Margaret, nuzzling his face between her legs,
licking and slurping at the fresh cum oozing from her well-fucked snatch.
Stunned at the level of debauchery Mr.  Williams was revealing, Luke
watched in silence as Jonah -(TM)s broad tongue scoured her cunt, lapped up
her legs, and rimmed her asshole. After a few minutes Margaret had regained
enough strength to push herself upright.   -�That -(TM)s enough, Luke! 
Enough! -� Twisting around, she saw Luke standing a few feet away.  She
looked down, and lovingly stroked Jonah -(TM)s balding head.   -�Oh, it
-(TM)s you darling! -� Jonah kissed up to her naval.  Looking up, he asked,
 -�Did he fuck you well? -�  -�Oh, he certainly did, -� she answered. 
-�How about you, big boy?  Have fun? -�  -�With a young slut like that? 
She -(TM)s grade-A pussy-meat, a first class nympho!  She -(TM)s still
screwing J.D.!  Gonna screw the poor man to death. -�

   *****

   Naked, the three children scrambled up the stairs to their bedrooms
before their father gave them another blistering.  David, his pants wet
from seepage, hurried to the bathroom for a quick jerkoff.  It didn -(TM)t
take him long to get the relief he needed. Returning to his easy chair, he
flicked on the TV, searching for something to watch, something to get his
mind off the parade of bare little rumps that had just visited his lap.  He
found an old Western that he liked, but it wasn -(TM)t enough to ease the
gnawing guilt that now replaced the lust he -(TM)d felt earlier.  He
rationalized that the spankings were fully justified, but he was appalled
at himself for the effect the entire affair had on him.  How could he think
such things of his own children?  After agonizing over this for nearly an
hour, he finally rationalized that thinking about something and acting on
those thoughts were two different things.  He hadn -(TM)t molested any of
them, though he realized that he had been awfully close at times; he was
merely doing his fatherly duty and disciplining his wayward brood.  No harm
was done.  Certainly the children deserved a harsh reprimand for their
spiteful behavior.  -�Next time, -� he said to himself,  -�next time -- I
-(TM)ll -- Hell!  Why not?  No harm done. -�

   *****

   The two men, one older, the other nearly twenty years junior, sat on the
sofa, naked and stonily silent.  Margaret offered to fix the boys some ice
tea and pranced off to the kitchen in her birthday suit.  -�Cat got your
tongue? -� asked Jonah.  -�Uh, no, I -- I figured what Pa was really like
long time ago.  I -(TM)m just kinda amazed.  Ya know, I never thought that
ya was like that. -�  -�Like what? -�  -�Ya know, kinda raunchy. -� 
-�Raunchy! -� Jonah laughed.   -�What -(TM)s wrong with a man being a
little raunchy? -�  -�I jus -(TM) never figured -- I mean, you -(TM)ve
always been so -- -�  -�Hell, I -(TM)m a man!  You never thought of me
sticking my dick up some slut -(TM)s pussy? -�  -�I -(TM)ve always thought
of ya as Mr.  Williams, Bobby Ray -(TM)s and Lynette -(TM)s pa. -�  -�I
-(TM)m your pa -(TM)s best friend. -�  -�I know that.  It just that ya were
always different from Pa.  Pa, he walks around the house buck neked after
his bath and pisses in the sink.  He -(TM)s crude.  Yer not like that. -� 
-�Who says? -�  -�I seen ya. -�  -�You saw just what I wanted you to see.
Nothing more, nothing less. -� Luke thought about for a moment before
replying,  -�I suppose. -�  -�You know, you really made your old man happy
today. -� Jonah laughed,  -�He -(TM)s been thinking that you were some sort
of prissy goody-two-shoes church boy. -�  -�Church boy? -�  -�Yeah,
preacher -(TM)s daughter, living with her folks, straight laced and proper.
-�  -�I ain -(TM)t straight laced! -�  -�He knows that now!  You should of
heard him this morning,  -~Miz Big Tits is a slut after all!  Puts out like
a slot machine!  Goddamnit!  I -(TM)m gonna get me some of that young stuff
today!' He was rather put out that you were passing her around, but wouldn
-(TM)t let him fuck her. -� Luke shrugged and sheepishly replied,  -�He can
fuck her whenever he wants. -�  -�Me too? -�  -�Sure, Mr.  Will -- -� 
-�Jonah.  It -(TM)s Jonah from now on, Luke. -�  -�Sure thing, Jonah. -� 
-�God damn, she -(TM)s a fine, fine piece of ass!  Like I said, I gotta get
me one of those straps. -�  -�It -(TM)s a cock ring. -�  -�Whatever.  You
give him that? -�  -�Yeah. -�  -�Get me one? -�  -�I -(TM)ll try.  Got that
one from my next door neighbor. -� There was a moment of silence between
them.  Then to Luke -(TM)s shock, Jonah reached over and began fondling his
dick.  Luke was speechless as his best friend -(TM)s father felt him up. 
His dick however immediately showed that he liked it.  -�You like that, don
-(TM)t you? -� asked Jonah with a knowing grin.   -�You know, before you
knocked up Shelly, your pa was worried that you might like other boys a
little too much. -�  -�What?  Where did he -- -�  -�Stow it, Luke.  We knew
that you and Bobby Ray experimented with each other.   -�I remember the
time that Bobby Ray stayed over here with you.  Next morning your ma found
Bobby Ray -(TM)s underpants, bunched up at the end of your bed under the
covers.  Wasn -(TM)t too hard to figure out how they got there. -� Jonah
chuckled,  -�That boy would lose his ass if it weren -(TM)t permanently
attached!  -�A few weeks later, you and Bobby Ray were going down to the
pond to go skinny dipping.  J.D.  and I waited a little while and then
snuck up on the other side to see what you two were up to.  We didn -(TM)t
have to wait but five minutes before you two got out of the water.  What
you two did up on the bank was quite interesting.  -�We talked about the
situation.  Hell, it wasn -(TM)t anything that we hadn -(TM)t done as kids.
Still we talked about what we, as parents, should do.  We decided to let
nature run it -(TM)s course, figuring that if we made a big deal out of it
and told you to stop, you might be emotionally scarred for life out of
guilt.  On the other hand, if we said it was okay, then being kids, you two
might do it so often that you -(TM)d be queered on girls forever. -� 
-�Here -(TM)s your tea, boys, -� said Margaret handing each of the two men
a glass. Luke turned bright red as he was rock hard and Jonah was still
fondling him.   -�He -(TM)s got a nice dick, don -(TM)t you think? -� 
-�Yes, -� replied Jonah.   -�He -(TM)s got a very nice dick. -� Jonah took
a sip and continued with Luke,  -�Didn -(TM)t help matters when you were
dating Lynette.  We figured that you -(TM)d knock her up, get married and
live here with him.  Just before you got Shelly pregnant, your pa asked you
if you ever fucked Lynette.  He said that you were surprised by the
question and emphatically told him  -~no -(TM). -� Thinking back, Luke
vividly remembered the entire conversation.  -�Whadda mean ya never fucked
her? -�  -�Pa!  We took the pledge -- at church. -�  -�What pledge? -� 
-�Ya know, not doin -(TM) it  -~til we were married. -�  -�God damn!  Look
boy -- there -(TM)s boys and girls.  Boys fuck girls, otherwise there
-(TM)d be no need fer girls. -�  -�Pa, that -(TM)s Bobby Ray -(TM)s sister.
-�  -�So?  She -(TM)s a girl, a pretty girl too. -�  -�Mr.  Williams, he
-(TM)s yer best friend since -- -�  -�Since we were kids.  What -(TM)s that
got to do with it? -�  -�Pa, it jus' don -(TM)t seem right. -�  -�What
-(TM)s not right is the silly ideas that the preacher -(TM)s put into yer
head!  Ya listen to me boy, I -(TM)m yer pa.  In this life, ya fuck as many
girls as ya can.  Ya never force  -~em, but ya never refuse  -~em.  Girls,
they like fuckin -(TM) as much as boys do.  So take my advice.  If ya wanna
fuck Lynette and Lynette wants to fuck ya, then get after it!  Fuck her
three, four times a day.  Bring her over here.  I -(TM)ll make myself
scarce.  Jus -(TM) a nod an -(TM) I -(TM)m gone, ain -(TM)t seen a thang!
-� Later that week, Luke tried to force the issue with Lynette.  She got
very upset and told Luke that she didn -(TM)t want to go out with him
anymore.  That Saturday, Bobby Ray and Shelly had a spat over something
trivial.  Both couples were in the midst of a weekend-long fight on that
fateful Sunday.  At the Sunday potluck dinner, Bobby Ray paired up with
Lucy Perkins, Lynette paired up with Kyle Linder.  To make Bobby Ray
jealous, Shelly paired up with Luke.  One of the other kids had stolen a
bottle of whiskey.  While the adults socialized, they all snuck off into
the woods and got drunk.  One thing led to another.  Luke somehow managed
to get Shelly -(TM)s panties off.  Taking what his pa had told him to
heart, Luke stuck his dick into her virgin puss, losing his virginity as
well. Luke looked up at Jonah to plead,  -�It was the truth!  She was Bobby
Ray -(TM)s sister and -- -�  -�What -(TM)s that got to do with it? -� asked
the older man mimicking the exact words that J.D.  had spoken to his son. 
-�Well, I -- -�  -�Your pa thought right then and there that you were one
of those gay boys. -�  -�I -(TM)m not gay! -�  -�No, you -(TM)re not, Luke.
You -(TM)re AC/DC maybe...  a switch hitter like your pa and me, but you
-(TM)re not gay. -�

   *****

   Having soothed his conscious, David went upstairs and knocked on his
bedroom door.   -�Who is it? -� came the answer from within.  -�It -(TM)s
me, Julia.  Open the door. -�  -�No!  Go away! -�  -�Julia, you -(TM)re
being silly. -�  -�Silly am I?  I -(TM)m not about to let you abuse me! -�
-�I didn -(TM)t abuse you. -�  -�You hit me! -�  -�You were hitting me. -�
-�Don -(TM)t you try to put this on me, David!  You -(TM)re the meanest man
I -(TM)ve ever known! -�  -�I just want to talk. -�  -�You just want to
assault my body! -�  -�Julia. -�  -�Go away!  Just go away. -�  -�Julia, I
-(TM)m coming in. -�  -�I -(TM)ve got the gun! -�

   *****

   Shelly came strutting out of J.D.'s bedroom, swinging Luke -(TM)s cock
strap in her hand.  -�You kill him? -� asked Jonah in jest.  -�Poor dear.
He -(TM)s asleep.  Last thing he said was, 'Best pussy in the world.'  -� 
-�I bet he really said, 'Best goddamned pussy in the world,'  -� quipped
Luke.  -�Luke don -(TM)t take the Lord -(TM)s name in vain, -� corrected
his wife.  -�That -(TM)s what he said, weren -(TM)t it? -�  -�Well, yes,
but -- -�  -�I -(TM)m just telling it like it is, -� Luke smugly replied. 
-�Guess yer now wanting to fuck Bobby Ray -(TM)s pa again. -�  -�You make
it sound so dirty when it would be really nice, -� said Shelly with a
smile.  -�But I think I need a little break. -�  -�That -(TM)s fine honey,
-� said the older man,  -�I -(TM)m not as young as I used to be.  Give me
twenty minutes and I -(TM)ll get it up.  Meanwhile, I -(TM)ve something
important I need to discuss with Luke.  I know, why don -(TM)t you girls
give us a little show while we talk. -� Margaret walked over to Shelly and
embraced the younger woman.   -�Hmmm, nice tits, very, very nice tits,
-(TM) she purred.   -�You -(TM)re so lucky.  Men just love women with tits
like yours.  So do I. -� Fondling Shelly -(TM)s breasts she toyed gently
with the rings.   -�Don -(TM)t these hurt? -�  -�I just got them and yes,
they -(TM)re sore right now.  Everyone wants to pull -- ow! -�  -�Sorry,
doll.  Here, let Mama kiss it and make it well. -�

   *****

    -�Like I was saying, Luke, -� continued Jonah.   -�I -(TM)m really
worried about Lynette and I need your help. -�  -�Sure, Mr.  Wil -- uh,
Jonah, anything, -� answered Luke who was somewhat distracted by the two
women fondling each other.  -�You know, when you and Shelly got married, it
was hard, real hard for both Bobby Ray and Lynette," stated the older man
who seemed to be immune to the titty sucking just a few feet away.  "You
and Bobby Ray were always together.  After you were gone, he was sort of
lost.  Didn -(TM)t go out much, just hung around the farm and worked his
ass off.  I figured he was just trying to get over it.  Lynette, she didn
-(TM)t date anyone, didn -(TM)t hang out with her girlfriends either. 
Pretty soon, I noticed that Bobby Ray and Lynette were getting real close.
-�  -�They -(TM)ve always been close. -�  -�That -(TM)s not what I mean. 
Now, I don -(TM)t know for sure, and this is where you can help me, Luke --
Will you give me an honest answer? -�  -�Sure, Jonah.  Just ask. -�  -�You
know Bobby Ray better than anybody, and he -(TM)s probably told you
everything.  Is he...  is he fucking his sister? -�  -�What? -�  -�You
heard me!  You heard me and you promised you -(TM)d be honest with me!  Now
don -(TM)t get me wrong on this.  Lynette -(TM)s going to be graduating
from high school next month.  She -(TM)s seventeen.  Both are old enough to
make decisions.  They may not always be good decisions, but they -(TM)re
both old enough to make up their minds about this sort of thing.  Now, if
they -(TM)re having a little fun together, that -(TM)s their business. -� 
-�I, I really don -(TM)t know.  Bobby Ray -(TM)s never said nuttin -(TM) to
me  -~bout that.  What makes ya think that -- -�  -�I -(TM)ve got eyes.  I
haven -(TM)t caught them in the act, but -- -�  -�So what makes ya think?
-�  -�I -(TM)ve found a few rubbers lying about.  Used rubbers.  Like I
said, that boy would lose his ass if it weren -(TM)t permanently attached.
-�  -�Ya sure they -(TM)re his? -�  -�Who else?  Lynette hasn -(TM)t had
any boys over.  Now, she -(TM)s had a few girls over and maybe Bobby Ray
did them, but you -(TM)d think that he -(TM)d ask them out.  -�Like I said,
Luke, if they -(TM)re doing it, that -(TM)s their business.  But I gotta
protect Lynette.  She -(TM)s not on the pill or anything, and as long as
they use rubbers, maybe things will be okay.  Trouble is, I know Bobby Ray.
He -(TM)s not the most careful sort.  If they -(TM)re fucking, then I need
to get Lynette on the pill.  -�I didn -(TM)t tell him what I knew, but I
came right out and asked Bobby Ray.  He denied it.  Got mad.  We had some
heated words, but he never admitted it. -�  -�Maybe he -(TM)s tellin -(TM)
the truth. -�  -�Tell me.  Do you beat off wearing a rubber? -�  -�No. -� 
-�Then what am I to think? -�  -�I dunno. -�  -�I thought of simply asking
Lynette.  But how do you ask a girl if she -(TM)s screwing her brother?  If
I had it wrong, what kind of damage would I cause?  So, I -(TM)ve said
nothing to her.  After I had my little talk with Bobby Ray, I watched to
see if she acted any different, thinking that if they were doing it, he
-(TM)d tell her what I said.  She acted the same as always, like nothing
had happened or nothing had been said.  -�Look, I know they -(TM)re coming
to see you this afternoon.  Lynette -(TM)s been cooking up a storm.  If he
or she says anything, or if you find out something, you call me. -� 
-�Sure, okay. -�  -�You promised me, Luke.  None of this  -~he told me in
the strictest confidence crap -(TM)! -� Jonah frowned adding,  -�He hadn
-(TM)t already pulled that bullshit, has he? -�  -�No.  Honest!  He -(TM)s
never said anything to me.  If he does, well, my promise to you comes
first. -�  -�Good.  I really don -(TM)t want to have to be explaining her
"condition" to the good folks around here. -�



   Chapter 18 - A Night to Remember

   Bobby Ray shares with Luke and Shelly his plan to conceal the identity
of the father of Lynette -(TM)s baby while David continues to cope with
Julia and his miscreant kids -(TM) behavior.

   "I swear to ya!  I didn't know what to do when he grabbed my dick!" "I
thought it was kinda cute." "Cute?" "Yeah, cute.  You've seen me with
girls. I enjoyed seeing you with a guy." "Jesus!  That was Bobby Ray's old
man!" "There's nothing old about him, nor your pa. "Hmmmmm, you know, Luke,
it looked to me like you've done that sort of thing before...  Have you?"
Luke's face turned a bright shade of red.  Enjoying her husband's
embarrassment Shelly laughed, "You have!  I can tell by the way you're
blushing!" His secret was out.  A secret that he shared only with Bobby
Ray, and they hadn't done anything like that in four years or more.  His
face burning, Luke reflected that it wasn't much of a secret as their
fathers knew all along, mothers too! "Who?  Oooooo, wait until I tell..."
"Ya don't tell nobody about that!" shot Luke defensively. Shelly sat back
giggling, relishing her husband's discomfort.  Tearing his eyes away from
the road for a moment, Luke glared at his slut wife.  Turning his attention
back to the road, he drove along in silence. "Oh, Luke, Luke, Luke.  I
don't care if you like guys occasionally, just so long as you save some for
me.  Actually, I think it's kind of cute, like you!" Finally realizing that
his wife really didn't have a problem with any of it, Luke cut her a look
and grinned.  "Okay, okay.  Me and Bobby Ray.  We used to mess around."
"Oh? Used to?" "Yeah, used to!  Years ago." "And now you go down on his
pa?" "He went down on me first!  Shit!  Look, that was a mistake.  I'll
never do that again." "Yes, you will.  Given the opportunity or...  if I
ask you." "I ain't queer!" "I know you're not gay.  I just find it
interesting to find out that you like boys too." "I don't like boys."
"Okay, you like men." "Shelly!" "Relax, Luke.  I don't care.  You do what
you like.  I'll always love you anyway." "Ya mean that?" "Of course I mean
that," answered Shelly sweetly.  "I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing now if
I didn't love you." "Ya certainly seem to be enjoying yerself." "And you
seem to be enjoying me enjoying myself." "Yeah...  I do.  I really do.  It
still surprises me though." "What?" "Outwardly, yer so prim and proper. 
Deep inside, yer a total slut!" "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yeah. 
It's fun!"

   *****

   Turning onto their street, they saw Bobby Ray's pickup truck parked out
on the curb.  Turning into his driveway, Luke honked.  Bobby Ray and
Lynette waved back from the cab of their truck. Walking back up the drive
to greet their friends, Luke's excitement of seeing his two best friends
was quashed by the sight of the two broken windows. "Fuck!" he cursed
softly. "What's the matter, Baby?" "God damned kids broke our windows!"
"Luke, watch your language." "Fuck that!  The little bastards..." "Now,
Luke, you don't know that for sure," his pretty slut wife said reasonably.
Before he could reply, Luke heard, "Hey Luke!" He turned and Bobby Ray with
a wide grin called out, "Nice house!" Luke turned his attention away from
the smashed windows and reached out to shake his all-time-good-buddy's
hand. "Fuckin' neighbor kids broke our god damned windows!" greeted Luke.
"Now Luke, you don't know if..." "Who else but the brats next door?  I have
a mind to go and beat that weasel's sorry ass." "You'll do no such thing!"
admonished his wife. "Weasel?" queried Bobby Ray. "Yeah, pervert next door
peeps in our windows.  His wife's a first class bitch.  The kids...  well
they're in sore need of an ass whipping!  But, I'm sure those righteous
folks won't lay a hand on the precious little bastards." "Luke, they might
hear you!" "Fuck'em!  I hope they do!" "Hi, ya'll!" sang out Lynette, her
hands filled with a large casserole dish.  "Ya think, ya can help me?"
"Sure," replied Shelly.  "C'mon guys, give her a hand.  We'll worry 'bout
the window later." Luke gave Shelly the keys to unlock the front door,
while he and Bobby Ray went to the truck to retrieve the rest of the
vittles.  Carrying the food through the parlor, Luke saw the two rocks on
the floor, as well as the shards of broken glass warning, "Watch your step,
Bobby Ray." By the time they made it to the kitchen in the rear of the old
house, Shelly had a broom and dust pan to clean up the mess. "Show Lynette
where everything is in the kitchen, Luke," directed Shelly.  "I'll have the
glass cleaned up in just a minute." Within ten minutes the food was warming
in the oven, the glass was cleaned up and Luke and Shelly were proudly
showing off their house.  "Yeah, it needs a little fixin' up," remarked
Luke before taking a swig of his cold beer.  "Gonna get the roof replaced
this week.  Then I gotta rewire the place before it burns down.  After
that, Shelly wants to replace the wall paper, maybe get some drapes." "Ya
can see right into yer neighbor's house," remarked Bobby Ray looking out
the bedroom window. "And they can see right in," added Lynette.  "Don'cha
feel kinda funny...  ya know..." "Naw!  Ya get used to it.  Those neighbors
are great!  I don't think they're home right now, but maybe ya'll can meet
them before ya'll leave." "Shelly!  Can't they see right in?" asked Lynette
again. "Only if the lights are on.  See, you can't really see inside their
house.  They can't see into our house." "As long as the lights are off. 
What about..." "We just make do for now," replied Luke nonchalantly.  "It
costs a bundle to buy a house and move in.  Hell, we weren't here for a
week before the truck broke and the fuckin' refrigerator died!  We had to
take care of those things.  The drapes, they can wait." The tour was
interrupted by a knock on the front door.  Luke excused himself.  Opening
the door he found David Jenkins standing there. "I, I, I hope I'm not
disturbing you folks," hesitantly began David. "Matter of fact, we have
some friends over right now," replied Luke icily.  Lowering his voice so
not to be overheard he added, "And we'd really appreciate it if ya didn't
snoop around outside." "No, no, of course not," stammered David.  "I came
about the windows." "Yeah, we noticed what nice neighbors we have," sourly
remarked Luke. "I'm, I'm really sorry about the windows.  My kids...  well,
I gave all three a good spanking.  It won't ever happen again.  I'll get a
man to come out tomorrow and replace the broken glass.  I tired to get him
out this afternoon, but it being Sunday..." "Yeah, okay.  Tomorrow will be
fine.  We usually sleep with all the windows open anyway.t" "Well, I just
wanted you to know and wanted you to know how sorry I am and that I take
full responsibility for what happened.  You know how kids can be." "Yeah.
Well, thanks for letting me know." "I also want to apologize for my wife.
You and your wife have been very nice to me.  You don't know how difficult
she can be." "We've noticed.  Not exactly Christian behavior on her part."
"Yes, I know.  Again, please accept my apologies on her behalf." "I
appreciate that, David.  Now if you'll excuse me." "One other thing.  Is
Jake Stringer inside?" "No and I don't think he's home." "He's not," stated
David.  "I was just over there a while ago.  If you see him, tell him that
I need to talk to him." "Got an itch?" asked Luke with a knowing smile.
David's face flushed.  He correctly guessed that Jake had told Luke all
about what he did last night.  "He's helping me with a problem.  I just
need to talk." "Yeah, Jake's a real helpful sort.  I'll tell him if I see
him."

   *****

   Putting down his fork, Luke pushed away from the table.  "That was
mighty fine, Lynette.  Mighty fine!" "Thanks, Luke.  Would ya like another
helpin' of pulled pork?" "No!  I'm 'bout to burst now!" Shelly served the
men coffee and then set about with Lynette, cleaning up the supper dishes
while Luke and Bobby Ray chatted about nothing in particular.  Several
times Bobby Ray started to say something and then abruptly changed the
subject. "What's on yer mind, Bobby Ray?  Sumthin' botherin' ya.  Go ahead,
spit it out," said Luke. "I worked on what I was gonna say to ya, Luke. 
Been workin' on it for a few days.  Sounds fine when out talkin' to the
hogs, but..." "Hell, ya can tell me anythin' ya want, Bobby Ray.  Let me
guess, this is 'bout me an' Shelly." "Sort of.  Don't take me wrong, but
Lynette and I have discussed this a lot.  She thinks I'm crazy, and maybe I
am.  She told me to forget about it, but I know I at least have to ask."
"What have ya heard?" "What?" "What have ya heard?  The rumors?" "There's
rumors already?  We ain't never said nuttin' to nobody!  Hell, we only just
found out last week!" "Last week?" Luke was puzzled.  How could they have
heard about P-Willy's before this morning?  "What are ya talking 'bout,
Dude?" "Okay, this may sound stupid, but I really think it might work." "Go
on." "Well, ya'll know how much I care for Shelly." "Yeah, ya like her big
tits!" quipped Luke with a laugh. "I, I..., damn Luke, she's yer wife!"
"Yeah and ya like my wife." "Damnit, yer makin' this difficult!" "Hey,
Shelly!  Did ya hear that?  Bobby Ray likes yer tits!" "Luke!  Please!"
begged a mortified Bobby Ray. "You're embarrassing him, Luke," chided
Shelly.  "You're beginning to sound just like Jake Stringer!" "It's true.
He's always had a thing about yer breasts." There was a long silence as
Bobby Ray didn't have a clue as how to recover.  Thoroughly amused, Luke,
just let his friend twist in the wind.  After a few minutes, Luke realized
that his friend didn't think any of this was funny, in fact Bobby Ray was
visibly distressed. "Hey, Dude, I'm just jokin'.  It's okay, Bobby Ray. 
She's my wife.  A husband can say things to his wife.  Look, I didn't mean
to embarrass ya." "You did too," added Shelly from the sink. "Woman, stay
out of this," commanded Luke with a laugh. "Hey, I'm sorry, Dude.  Ya was
sayin'..." "We better go," interjected Lynette. "No!  Ya jus' got here. 
Look, I said I was sorry." "It's not that, Luke," replied Bobby Ray. 
"Lynette's right.  It's stupid." "What's stupid?" "My plan." "What plan?"
"Never mind." "Bullshit!  Ya got sumpthin' on yer mind and ya came to me to
discuss it.  Dude, I'm sorry I made a joke out of it.  Fer Christ's sake, I
was jus' bustin' yer balls.  Now go on!  Ya can tell me." Luke put his arm
around his old friend and with a disarming chuckle added, "I won't think
it's stupid, even if it is." Bobby Ray searched around for a way to begin
again.  "Ya were saying how much ya liked Shelly." "Yeah, I do.  I really
do.  And I know how much ya like Lynette." "Okay, that's no secret around
here." "I was figurin'...  if ya divorced Shelly, I could marry her and you
could marry Lynette." "What?" "I know it sounds stupid, but..." Taken
aback, Luke exclaimed, "What the fuck's going on?" There was a long silence
before Lynette spoke.  "I'm pregnant." There followed another long silence.
"Well, maybe you need to get married," said Shelly softly.  "You know, to
the baby's father." "I can't." "Why not?  He's not married is he?" "No,
he's not married," sobbed Lynette. "Then why not?  You weren't raped were
you?" "No, I wasn't raped." "Then why can't you marry..." Just before she
burst into tears she blurted out, "I can't marry Bobby Ray!" Shocked,
Shelly gasped, "Oh, my god!" "Bobby Ray!  How could you?" "It was an
accident!  I swear!" pleaded Bobby Ray. "An accident?" asked Shelly
incredulously.  "You got your little sister pregnant by accident?"

   *****

   David closed his web browser, pleased that Boris, his Russian contact,
had a shipment on the way that FedEx should deliver tomorrow.  What didn't
please him was that Boris had unilaterally doubled his order.  He had
customers enough for what he normally got, but double?  That meant that
he'd have a bundle tied up in inventory, inventory that he might not be
able to move.  He had enough slow moving inventory in his bookstore
already, what he didn't need was a stack of kiddie porn idling away in his
storeroom.  Not only was that costly, it was dangerous.  "What if?" He
shuddered at the thought. Looking over at the big grandfather clock that he
inherited from his mother, he noted that it was fast approaching
suppertime. He rose from the computer desk and headed upstairs. "Julia. 
It's almost supper!" "Go away," came the voice from behind the locked door.
"The kids need to eat." "You feed them!" "Okay, I'll order a couple of
pizzas." "Fine!" Miffed that his ploy of feeding the brats junk food would
rally their mother to take care of them properly had failed, he turned and
started to go downstairs, but the giggling from the girls' bedroom caught
his attention.  Quietly he tried the door but found it locked.  A moment
later his trusty Swiss Army knife had the door unlocked. The three children
froze where they were.  David felt his cock stir at the sight before him.
All three were still nude.  Little Trisha was lying on the bed with her
legs spread.  Her older brother was kneeling by her side, his little pecker
at attention.  Her older sister, standing by the bed, had a play
stethoscope around her neck. "Uh, uh, just what is the meaning of this?"
asked the father. "We're just playing, Daddy," answered Kendall. "Where are
your clothes?" "We did just what you said.  You told us to go to our room.
We were quiet.  You didn't tell us to get dressed.  We thought you'd get
mad at us again.  We're not in trouble are we?" "Jesus!  Put on some
clothes!" David knew that if Julia ever got wind of this that there would
be hell to pay.  "Don't tell your mother about this.  It was my mistake,
but she'll whip the tar out of all of you," he said swatting at Billy's
bare butt as the boy scrambled out of his sisters' room.

   *****

   "Uh, how long have ya'll been...  uh, intimate?" asked Luke suppressing
a smile. "Just after ya'll got married.  We were both in a funk," explained
a distressed Bobby Ray.  "One night when Pa was over at yer pa's place, we
found a bottle of Old Crow.  Next morning, I woke up with the worse
hangover ever, in bed, with Lynette.  We were both naked and there was
blood all over the sheets.  At first I thought she was bleeding to death,
but then I noticed the blood all over my dick. "I was in a panic.  Then
Lynette woke up, smiled at me and said, 'Thanks, Bobby Ray.  I liked that.'
Next time...  next time it was easier." "When was the next time?" asked
Luke. "Oh, before Pa got home, after the Advil kicked in.  After we did it
that once, Lynette was always game for more." "What about you?" snapped
Lynette.  "Got to be that every time I turned around he wanted to do it
again." "So why didn't ya use some precautions?" "We did!  I used rubbers
every time after that first few times.  Then, a few months ago, Pa, as
usual, was over getting drunk with yer old man.  I only had one rubber. 
Used it and figured, what the hell, I'll pick some more up tomorrow." "Ya
fucked her without a rubber?" "No, I used the one I had used earlier.  Done
that a few times before and there weren't no problems.  Problem was, this
time it broke.  Didn't know that it broke until after I was finished. 
After that, we figured in fer a penny, in fer a pound.  We screwed until
dawn.  Next day, I bought a new box, but I guess it was too little, too
late." "Why didn't you go on the pill?" asked Shelly.  "Works great." "She
went to the doctor, but he said she needed permission from her parents. 
She couldn't tell Pa.  He'd had a fit!  Then, if he learned the whole
truth, he'd a killed us both, I'm sure of that." "Yer pa wouldn't have
killed either one of ya," said Luke shaking his head.  "He knows ya'll been
fuckin'.  He don't care, believe me.  He jus' didn't want...  well, too
late fer that." The chastened Bobby Ray looked to his friend pleading, "So
ya see, Luke, if ya divorce Shelly and marry Lynette, no one'll know that
it ain't yer kid." "Hey!  What about me?" protested Shelly. "Hey, I'll
marry ya, Shelly," replied Bobby Ray earnestly.  "We can all live out at
the farms." "What do ya think, Lynette?" asked Luke.  "Ya wanna marry me?"
"If I knew that all it would've taken was to get knocked up by ya, Luke
Blalock, I would've married ya long time ago." "Is that so?" "Ya know it
is." "Whadda think, Shel?  Ya wanna marry this farmer?" "Luke, I think we
need to talk," answered Shelly. "Then talk.  Ya wanna bed down with this
fella?" "Luke, really I don't think..." "That's right, ya ain't supposed to
think.  That's my job!  Ya know what I think?  I think Bobby Ray wants to
wallow in those fat tits of yers." "Luke..." "Hush up woman!  The man wants
to marry ya!  The very least I could do is give him a sample." Luke turned
to Bobby Ray.  "How about it, Dude?  Ya want a sample of that?" "I, uh,
umm," stammered Bobby Ray.  Flummoxed, he couldn't believe how his close
friend was talking about Shelly.  After all, she was Luke's wife and the
preacher's daughter no less. "Tell ya what, Bobby Ray.  Why don't Lynette
and ya stay over tonight?  She has a school holiday tomorrow...  Right? 
What was it?  Diversity Day?  Whatever.  "Yer pa won't mind if yer a little
late tomorrow morning.  If he does, so what?  Ya ain't his slave.  Yer his
son, so he ain't gonna fire ya either.  Might kick yer ass, but that's all.
Wouldn't be the first time," laughed Luke, "and ya've always managed to
live to see the next day!  "Bottom line, good buddy, is I'm sure yer gonna
find it worth the trouble.  Besides, yer pa's already pissed off at ya."
"What?  Why?  What's his beef?" "He knows ya lied to him." "I did not!"
"Didn't he recently ask ya if ya was banging Lynette?" "Uh...  how'd ya
know 'bout that?" "Yer old man told me, Dude.  Today, point blank.  He
asked ya and ya told him 'no'.  "Let me fill ya in on sumpthin', Dude,"
continued Luke with an air of confidence.  "Yer pa doesn't care if ya'll
are spittin' the sheets.  He figures yer both old enough to make yer own
decisions in those matters.  All he wanted to do is make sure ya didn't
knock her up.  Ya lied to him when ya told him 'no'.  He could've put her
on the pill, but ya lied to him and now ya've knocked her up!  Yer in deep
shit, Dude.  Not fer fuckin' her, but fer lyin' about it." "Oh, fuck,"
moaned Bobby Ray.  Luke looked over at Lynette whose complexion had taken
on an ashen tone. "Lynette, it's gonna be okay," comforted Luke.  "Yer pa
loves ya.  He ain't gonna kill ya.  Trust me on this.  He's cool with it.
Maybe not with ya gettin' knocked up, but with fuckin' Bobby Ray that is.
"Now, how 'bout it?  Wanna sleep over?  It'll be like old times.  Bobby Ray
and Shelly and me and you, 'cept instead of jus' getting all worked up with
no place to go, we'll be doing the nasty all night." Concerned for
Lynette's feelings Shelly protested, "Luke!" "Don't 'Luke' me woman!  Now
c'mere." Shelly moved to her husband's side.  Slowly with great
deliberation, Luke unzipped the back of her sundress.  Shelly felt her
heart racing and her breathing became ragged.  Next she felt the moisture
building between her legs.  Luke flicked the thin straps off her shoulders
and slowly pulled the top down. "Oh, Jesus!" muttered Bobby Ray as his old
girl friend's beautiful jugs were unveiled, her wide dark pink areoles
contrasting sharply with the majestic splendor of her substantial creamy
white orbs.  With his mouth agape, Bobby Ray squirmed in his chair, his
hand at his crotch adjusting his rapidly hardening cock while Luke cupped
and gently jiggled her womanly flesh. "Ya like her tits, don't ya, Dude? 
Yeah, ya like 'em, ya like 'em a lot.  So do I...  See these," he said
flicking the gold rings that hung from her rigidly erect nipples.  Luke
cocked his head and said in her ear, "Tell 'em what they are, darling."
"Uh..." stammered Shelly.  'They're..." "Slut rings," interrupted Luke. 
"Ain't that right, Shelly?  They mark ya as a slut.  And whose slut are
ya?" "Yours," she said in an embarrassed whisper. Smirking, Luke turned
back to his lifelong friend.  "Bobby Ray, remember in school when we was
studin' Indians.  We thought it was really cool that some tribes had the
custom of sharing their wives with an honored guest.  You're my honored
guest, Bobby Ray.  If ya want her fer the night, she's yers." "Son of a
bitch," muttered Bobby Ray.  "Ya gotta be kiddin' me!" Luke pushed the
dress down further and let it fall to the floor. "Oh, my Lord!" exclaimed
Bobby Ray breathlessly, his attention now riveted to her shaved pussy. "She
lost her panties sometime during church this morning," chuckled Luke. 
"Still think I'm kiddin' ya? "Here, gimme yer hand. "That's it...  Nice
titties, huh? "She's my gift to ya, good buddy, fer tonight.  If ya want
her." Bobby Ray cupped and lifted a generous orb, giving it a gentle
squeeze whispering, "Sweet Jesus.  Sweet Jesus." He looked up at Luke
asking, "Ya ain't gonna hate me or nuttin' tomorrow, are ya?" "Hell, no,
Dude!  I'm a givin' her to ya fer the night.  It's my pleasure.  Look, I
don't hate my pa and I don't hate yer pa and they both fucked her this
afternoon." "Oh, Jesus, Luke!  I..." "Ya wanna fuck her, or not?" "Hell,
yes!" "I ain't forcing ya." "No, I mean yes, I mean, oh, fuck yeah!  Ya
ain't gotta force me!" "Here, put yer hand here.  Wet ain't she?  Girl jus'
loves to fuck." "Oh, sweet Jesus!  She's wetter than hog slop!" Luke leaned
close to Bobby Ray and whispered.  "Ya ain't gotta marry her, but ya can
fuck her whenever ya like.  I mean that, old buddy.  Whenever ya like."
Luke then turned to a stunned Lynette.  "How 'bout it, Lynette.  Wanna
spend the night?" "Hell, yes!" answered her brother.  "She'd love to fuck
ya, Luke!  Sometimes, when I'm doing her, she gets all worked up and calls
out yer name, pretending that it was you she was fuckin'.  Bothered me at
first, but I got over it." "Let Lynette say what she wants, Dude.  After
all it's her pussy." "Well, if ya put it that way, Luke Blalock," said the
indignant girl, "ya can jus' ferget it!" "The hell ya say?" snarled Luke as
he pulled her to him.  Fruitlessly struggling to break free of him, Lynette
turned her head away to avoid his kiss.  Luke gently kissed her ear and
then began tracing the curves of her ear lobe with his tongue.  A moment
later, she stopped struggling.  Her breathing became labored and Luke knew
that the old magic spot was just as effective as ever.  She turned towards
him, her eyes blazing with passion, her lips parted to receive his tongue.
The kiss was long and smoldering.  Reluctantly, Luke allowed her to break
the kiss.  "I take it that yer answer is 'yes'," he murmured. "Yes.  Oh,
god, yessss, Luke," she softly replied before kissing him again.  He still
reeked from an afternoon of sex, but that just aroused her all the more.
Luke pushed the small girl against the table and immediately went after the
snaps of her jeans. "Not here," pleaded Lynette.  "Not here.  Can't we go
somewhere private?" Luke paused and made a quick assessment of the
situatin. "We only got one bed, and it don't seem right to invite yer
brother and make him grovel all night on the floor.  We could go next door.
Jake and Toni ain't home, won't be home tonight.  Yeah.  C'mon, baby.  I've
been wanting this fer years." Luke started to tell Shelly what he was up
to, but she was already occupied, on her knees with Bobby Ray's cock
stuffed in her mouth.  From the expression on Bobby Ray's face, Luke
correctly surmised that his best-ever buddy didn't give a shit about any
further details.

   *****

   With the kids fed, David looked out the window over the kitchen sink and
into the Blalock's kitchen.  "Oh, yeah," he muttered under his breath. 
Earlier when he had looked, everyone was just sitting around the kitchen
table like normal folks.  Now the blonde whore was standing, completely
naked.  "Daddy.  Daddy!  Daddy!!!" "What is it?" he snapped. "Can we watch
TV?" asked Trisha. "Uh, yeah, sure.  Go on now." He turned back to the
developing show.  Luke and the other girl were fully dressed, but kissing
while the blonde whore was unbuckling the other guy's pants.  The other
guy's cock sprung from his opened jeans and the whore went down on him.
"Ohhhhh," moaned David gutturally as he excitedly watched the act of
fellatio.  He could see that the naked whore was slobbering all over the
guy's prick, wiping it across her face and then slurping it back in between
her lips.  Any moment now, he expected Luke to strip off the other girl's
clothes, bend her over the table and ram his long cock into her. "Daddy! 
Daddy!!  Daddy!!!" The sound of little Trisha's voice jolted him.  Hastily
he stuffed his cock back in his pants.  "Wha, what is it!" "Kendall won't
let me watch cartoons," whined the six-year old. "I'll be there in a few
minutes." "But Daddy..." whined the little girl. "Go on.  I'm busy now."
"You don't love me," sobbed the manipulative girl. "Of course I love you!"
"Pleeeeease, Daddy!" "Oh, very well!" Reluctantly David tore away from the
window.  Annoyed, he followed his youngest daughter into the living room.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed as he saw what was on the TV.  It was one of his
DVDs.  It was a favorite that he watched at the bookstore when things were
slow.  He'd been watching it when the Blalock's got home and had forgotten
about it.  Thankfully it was a legal porn movie, but it was certainly
graphic enough, much too graphic for his children to be watching. Switching
off the TV, he groped around for an explanation.  "Uh, er, this is for
Mommies and Daddies only," he stammered.  "What were all those men doing to
that lady?" asked Kendall with a snicker.  She really didn't understand any
of it but she knew it was very naughty. "Never mind!" replied her father.
Removing the DVD, he retreated to the kitchen shaken. "Oh, crap," he fumed.
"How careless can you be!" he chided himself.  "Shit!  Oh, shit!  Oh,
shit!" The only thing he could think of was to go hide the DVD in his car
and take it back to the bookstore.  Returning inside, he looked out the
kitchen window.  The Blalock's kitchen was still well lit, but to his
disappointment, there wasn't anyone to be seen.

   *****

   "Are ya sure no one can see us?" "Yeah, I'm sure.  We do it all the
time. House rules...  buck neked only." "But it's so...  open." "Yeah,
we're outside, but nobody can see us.  Look around, it's really private."
"Hmmm, I guess..." "C'mon in, the water's fine," said Luke as he stepped
into the hot tub.  Sinking into the hot swirling water, he watched intently
as Lynette began to strip.  It was quite dark and the moon hadn't risen
yet, but still he could see her in the soft light coming from his house. 
His eyes wandered up and down her body as she climbed into the tub.  Though
her breasts were better developed now than the last time he saw them bare,
they were still relatively small.  But then most girls were small compared
to Shelly.  She still had those pert, pebble size nipples, dark brown, like
her hair and her dreamy eyes.  What he'd never seen before was her dark
bush and bared callipygian fanny, or how her hips flared below her trim,
narrow waist.  He tried to imagine what she'd look like in a few months,
with her belly swollen with child and her breasts engorged. Splashing water
on his face to remove the traces of his afternoon adventure, he smiled at
the girl he should have married.  He'd thought about it often enough over
the past two years.  She smiled at him.  Suddenly he considered that there
actually might be an opportunity to correct that situation.  It wasn't that
he didn't love Shelly, he was wild about Shelly; it was just that if they
hadn't been so naive, Lynette would've been his wife, carrying his child
instead of her brother's. "Oh, this feels wonderful," she said sinking into
the hot water and gliding into his arms. "You feel wonderful," replied
Luke, his hand going immediately to her firm breast.  "Ya don't know how
often I've thought about holding ya like this." "I've thought of it too,
Luke.  I've missed ya so much." "I missed ya too." For the next ten minutes
or so, they were more or less silent; smooching like the long lost lovers
they were, exploring the other's body unfettered for the first time.  "I
wanna fuck ya, baby," whispered Luke lustfully. "Me too," replied the
equally passionate girl.  'Take me to bed, Luke.  Take me to bed and take
me." "Good idea.  I'm getting' kinda wrinkly." "Me too," she giggled. Luke
switched off the pumps.  In the relative silence they could hear the
crickets chirping as a soft tapping sound drifted their way. "What's that
sound," asked Lynette. "Hmmm.  Sounds like yer brother." "My brother?  Oh,
my god!" she giggled.  With a helping hand, Luke led her from the water and
towards the Stringers' house. "What about our clothes?" "We'll get 'em
tomorrow." "Luke..." "Don't sweat it.  I'll get 'em in the morning before I
go to work.  It'll still be dark." Lynette accepted his plan and soon they
were inside, in the laundry room, drying off with towels fresh from Toni's
dryer.  Discarding the towels in the dirty laundry basket, Luke led her to
the darkened bedroom.  At the bedroom door Lynette stopped and gasped.  The
light was on next door.  Bobby Ray was roughly drilling Shelly, driving the
headboard into the wall with every thrust.  The sound was louder now, much
louder than when they were outside. "Ya like the show?" "Ya'll are wicked!
So wicked!" giggled Lynette.  "Ya'll do this sort of thing often?" "Yeah,
we've got great neighbors.  We keep each other entertained," laughed Luke.
"Ya wanna play?" he asked flicking on the light. "No!  Turn that off!" Luke
flipped the light switch off.  "What's the problem?  Bobby Ray's seen ya
neked plenty of times." "Maybe so, but he's never seen me with another
guy." "Is that what I am?  Just another guy?" "No!  Yer not jus' another
guy, yer my guy.  Ya've always been my guy." "And ya've always been my
girl, Lynette.  Problem is, I can't marry ya.  Much as I wanna be with ya,
I can't divorce Shelly.  She's been a good wife.  She's given herself to me
completely.  I've made her do things that she'd never've done on her own.
She did it 'cause she loves me, and I love her.  I can't betray her." "I
know ya can't marry me, Luke.  That was all Bobby Ray's crazy idea.  I just
wanna be with ya.  If I have to share ya, I'll gladly share ya.  I don't
think Shelly would mind that, would she?" "Whadda ya think?" "Noooo.  It
don't appear that either of ya have a problem with sharing." "What 'bout,
Lynette?" asked Luke as he stroked her hair. "Hmmmm, as long as Lynette got
Luke, I don't think she'd have a problem sharing either." "Then yer cool
with it?  Be honest with me.  I think too much of ya to take advantage of
ya." "Yes, Luke.  Lynette is cool with it.  Now, enough talk.  Make love to
me, Luke.  Make love to me.  Take me and make me yours." Luke guided her
through the darkened bedroom to the bed.  Filled with unremitting love,
Lynette lay back, offering her body and her soul to her one true love. 
Luke leaned forward, took her foot and lifted it to his lips, planting wet
kisses on each of her dainty toes.  Her arms outstretched, Lynette gripped
the covers in her hands as her passion began to grow.  Delighted with her
response, Luke sucked on each toe as if they were small penises, watching
her breasts rise and fall as her breathing became more labored.  Sensing
that he'd done all he could to arouse her with the erogenous regions of her
feet, Luke kissed past her ankles and up her calves to her thighs, kissing,
licking and nibbling at her skin until the scent of her aroused sex filled
his nostrils. Lynette squealed softly when he nuzzled into the crease
between her thigh and vulva.  The licking and nibbling tease took a toll
upon her, especially when he avoided her slit as his tongue danced across
her pussy to tease the crease on the other side.  Looking up from his
vantage point between her splayed legs, Luke smiled at the sight of her
flat tummy heaving as she panted.  "Ugggh!" she groaned softly as she felt
the flat of his hot tongue building pressure on her pussy.  The pressure
continued to increase until her nether lips gave way, spreading around his
lingual digit, causing her to cry out loud. Luke kept his tongue
motionless, continuing his oral tease.  Lynette's hips began to
involuntarily buck, in a desperate attempt to increase stimulation.  Taking
the cue, Luke began a slow lick up her slippery slit, past her vaginal
opening and across her aroused clit. "Uggggnnnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned in
response. At the top of her heavenly canyon, he flicked the nexus of her
folds and looked up.  Lynette had raised her head and was looking back at
him, her eyes blazing with unabashed lust.  Looking her in the eyes, Luke
flicked her clit with a quick swipe of the tongue.  Her body jerked and her
head fell back onto the soft mattress.  Lowering his head, he kissed the
puffy mounds of her pussy and nuzzling deep, began another slow lick up her
slit, beginning at her anus. On his third lick, he began by flickering
across her anus.  Lynette found footing and lifted her butt off the
mattress to give him better access between her cheeks.  She'd never felt
anything like that before.  Her brother ate her on a regular basis, but he
always rushed it and never, ever licked her butt hole.  This time he paused
over her clit, grinding the flat of his tongue into it. "Ohhhhhhhhh! 
Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered in response.  "Oh, yesssss," she hissed as the
pleasuring tongue began slowly circling around the base of her pleasure
nub, elevating her sexual arousal to a higher level. Like a penny rolling
into a gravity well, the speed of the circling around her nub gradually
increased into a spinning swirl.  When the tongue suddenly stopped, she
nearly cried out, but then the tongue was nuzzling back between her butt
checks.  She hiked her butt and with her hands, spread herself open.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as the tongue bore into her until it penetrated her
puckered brown hole, bringing a delightful, pleasurable throb to it. 
Feeling the tip of his tongue scouring just inside her anus, she was aware
that what he was doing was dirty, vile, obscene and thoroughly debased. 
She loved it. The tongue withdrew from her butt hole only to begin lapping
across the crinkled orifice before boring into her again.  The tongue
withdrew and began sliding up across her perineum and then deep into her
pussy.  While tongue fucking her, Luke rubbed her clit with his nose,
bringing her ever closer to orgasmic release. Sensing that she was at the
very edge of total bliss, he quickly moved up her slit, sucking at her
nubbin and gently biting at it.  The rhythmic bucking of her hips gave way
to wild undulations.  She wanted to cry out, to scream out her pleasure,
but as the orgasmic wave spread from her groin like an atomic shockwave
encompassing every nerve in her body, her world imploded inward, rendering
her incapable of making any sound save for a curious gaking sound as she
thrashed about. The very intensity of her orgasm made it seem that it would
last forever.  Her entire body seemed to have been involved as every nerve
was tingling.  At long last, she began to slowly coast down from her
penultimate pleasure.  Still panting, she gradually became aware of an
increasing tightness in her thighs.  Then she realized that Luke was on top
of her.  He had a grip on both her legs, pushing her legs forward while
spreading her wide until she was nearly folded in half. Patiently he
waited, waiting for her to open her eyes.  When she did, she felt the
oozing head of his cock press against her wet pussy.  With an exquisite
slowness, his glans parted her lips.  Slowly his cock penetrated her
accompanied by a bodily frission that started her to panting again.  Deeper
and deeper his long dick pierced her vaginal passage, deeper than she'd
ever been penetrated before until the head of his dick pressed and then
deformed against the protective barrier of her cervix. He remained still
for a moment, allowing her to savor the feel of being stuffed with his
cock. She blinked a few times and then focused on his eyes, eyes blazing
with lustful expectation.  As slowly as he entered her, Luke began to
withdraw until his dick slipped out from between her pussy lips.  Then he
slowly penetrated her again and again and again as he fucked her deep with
a deliberate slowness, and in the process staking his claim to his share of
her cunt.

   *****

   David struggled to regain his composure after the disaster with the kids
and his porno movie.  If Julia ever found out... To clear his head, he went
outside for some fresh air.  It was another warm night.  Looking up into
the night sky, he found Orion, low on the western horizon.  Then looking
north, he found the Big Dipper, traced down the outer star of the pan and
tried to locate Polaris, but the ambient light obscured the faint North
Star. "Nice night to camp out," he mused.  Looking up at the stars, he
thought of the Saturday nights at Church Camp, when the camp was between
sessions and empty of campers.  His parent's had enrolled him for the
entire summer while his dad was working overseas.  As the campers his own
age came and went, the staff stayed constant.  He had been there a couple
weeks and the staff had gotten to know him pretty well, adopting him as a
mascot.  Joey, a councilor and the program director was a very friendly guy
that all the kids adored.  Joey invited David to sleep out under the stars
one Saturday.  It was a late June night, similar to this, but much, much
warmer. They brought some snacks from the mess hall and headed into the
woods to a small clearing, where they spread out a blanket on the ground to
sleep on.  David remembered vividly the blazing display of stars against
the black sky before the moon rose.  He also remembered how hot it was. 
Joey kicked off his shoes and directed David to do the same.  It was a camp
rule that everyone had to wear shoes when they were outside.  David, keenly
aware that he had to follow the rules at all times asked, "I can't go
barefoot outside.  It's the rules." Joey smiled at the young teen and said,
"Rules don't apply out here.  Go on.  Take your shoes off or you'll get the
blanket dirty." That made sense to David and he kicked off his sneakers and
socks like his hero had said. Joey, a young man in his late twenties,
stripped off his sweat soaked t-shirt.  Again David hesitated to follow
suit.  It was another strict camp rule that everyone wore a t-shirt at all
times, except during swimming and showers, and that included sleeping.  "I
told you, rules don't apply out here," commented the councilor as he rubbed
the stubble of David's closely cropped hair.  "Just don't tell anyone."
Free of the sticky shirt, David mused how good it felt.  "David, can I ask
you something?" "Sure," replied David. "Give me an honest answer," the
older male said.  "If you're uncomfortable with it, you be honest and tell
me.  You tell me the truth." "Sure." "Promise?" "Yes, I promise." "You
can't tell anyone what I'm gonna ask you." "Okay." "Promise." "I like to
come out here.  Lay a blanket down and sleep out under God's heaven.  Sleep
under his watchful gaze.  Sleep out under these magnificent stars the way
he made me.  You understand what I'm saying?" "Uh, sort of." "What do
understand?" "That you like to sleep with God looking out after you." "Yes,
he does that, every night.  What else?" "That you like sleeping under the
stars." "Yes, I do...  Spectacular, isn't it?" "I guess." "It's God's
universe you're looking at David.  See that star pattern?  Looks like a
scorpion." "Yeah!  Cool!" "Look about halfway down his body.  You'll see a
bright star with a faint reddish color.  See it?" "No." "Look real hard. 
It's the brightest star in the constellation." "Oh, yeah!  Cool!" "That's
the star Antares.  It's a red giant.  You know how far the earth is from
the sun?  Ninety three million miles.  That's also the radius of Antares,
give or take a few million miles.  It's so big, it would fill the entire
orbital path of the earth around the sun!  Think of it!" "Holy smokes!  But
if it's so big, how come it looks so small." "Because it's far, far away.
Traveling at the speed of light, it would take you a thousand years to get
there from here." "A thousand years?" "Yes.  Now think of this.  The light
you see here today has taken a thousand years to get here.  When you look
at Antares, you're actually looking back in time a thousand years." "Gee!"
"Now, look around at all the stars in the sky.  There's so many of them
that you couldn't count them all in a lifetime.  And think of this... 
Antares is actually fairly close to us.  Most of what you see is further,
much, much further away than Antares.  Some of the stars you're seeing are
millions of light years away.  Look at one of them and you're looking back
in time a million years!" "Wow!  You mean I can see dinosaurs?" "Maybe,
because each of those stars might have planets orbiting around them.  On
those planets there may be dinosaurs or there may be two buddies looking up
into the night sky at our sun while we're looking at their sun." "Cool!"
"See why I like sleeping out under the stars?" "Yeah!" "You're my friend.
Right?" "Right!" "Friends can tell friend a secret and friends keep their
secrets and never tell anyone.  Can I tell you a secret?" "Sure." "You
won't tell anyone?" "No." "You're my friend?" "Yes!" "Like I said if what
I'm about to ask you makes you uncomfortable or uneasy in any way, just say
so and I'll respect that." "I'm comfortable," replied David. "There's just
you and me here.  Would you like to sleep out here, without wearing any
clothes at all?" "Uh, maybe." "If you don't want to, that's fine.  But
tonight, if you wanna sleep nude under the stars, you can.  It's your
choice." "What about the rules?" "I told you, the rules don't apply out
here.  We make up the rules.' "Are you going to sleep nude?" asked a
hesitant David. "I always do when I'm out here, but if you don't wanna, I
won't either." David thought a minute.  Rarely did he have a choice about
anything.  Do this, do that, time for this, time for that.  Now he had been
offered a choice.  David stood, unsnapped his shorts and dropped them to
the ground.  A near full moon had just risen above the trees casting pale
moonlight over the campsite.  In triumph, David stood out in the open in
just his underwear. The young man stood and dropped his shorts.  David was
shocked to discover that Joey didn't have any underwear on at all.  Another
shock of sorts was the size of his erect penis.  He had seen the older
staff members in the showers on previous Saturdays and was well aware that
they all had much larger dicks than he did.  But those dicks had been
flaccid.  Engorged, the councilor's dick seemed huge to the pubescent
camper. After letting David get an eyeful of stiff cock, the Joey stepped
forward and knelt, gripping the waistband of David's tighty-whiteys,
pulling them down about an inch. "Are you sure about this?" asked the young
man. With butterflies in his stomach, David nodded.  With deliberate
slowness, his shorts were pulled to his ankles. "Lift your foot.  Now, the
other." The staffer rose holding David's underwear in his hand.  "You won't
be needing these the rest of the night.  Will you?" David shook his head.
The staffer crumpled his drawers into a ball and threw them into some
bushes.

   *****

   Luke, nearing the point of no return, stopped thrusting and pulled out
to give his cock a short rest.  Releasing Lynette's legs, he unfolded her
and flipped her on her stomach.  With a little coaxing she was up on all
fours.  To keep her sizzling hot while he cooled down, Luke spread her
cheeks open, licking her posterior.  Once he felt back in control, he slid
his cock into Lynette again.  Fucking Lynette, Luke watched his slut wife
next door, straddling his best friend.  Other than the occasional flip of
her head to get her blonde hair out of her eyes, she was more or less
motionless, except that her hips were rolling back and forth in an easy,
sensuous and fluid motion as she fucked her old boy friend.

   *****

   Walking up the alleyway, David couldn't help but look into the big open
window.  The Blalock's living room was dark except for the light coming
through the kitchen door.  To his disappointment, no one was there.  With
nothing to see he turned back to deal with his children. "Okay, it's eight
o'clock.  Turn off the TV!  Go get your baths and go to bed." As usual all
three kids whined and pleaded to stay up a little while longer. "I said go
get your baths!" "Please, Daddy!" "No!" "We'll tell Mommy," threatened
Kendall. "Oh, no you won't!  She won't believe you, but she will believe
me. And after I tell her what I caught you three doing in your room, she'll
blister your butt good with a belt!  Now go to bed!" Kendall glared at her
father.  He had one-upped her and she knew it.  Grudgingly the three
miscreants trudged up the stairs.  Moments later he heard the bath water
running.  He gave them five minutes, during which time he checked the
kitchen window before going upstairs. As usual the two girls were sharing a
bath, playing with boats and other toys.  David picked up a clean washcloth
and knelt by the tub.  He loved bath time and the opportunity it provided
to touch his children.  He only bathed them once or twice a week, when he
grudgingly gave in to Julia's demand that he help her with the children. 
If she only knew!  If he had it his way he'd bathe them every night!  But
he was careful not to raise suspicions.  Always he used a washcloth, but
sometimes gave into temptation and soaped them up with a bare hand.  The
children paid no mind to his hand and continued playing with their bath
toys.  It was always a struggle, but he steadfastly managed not to touch
them "inappropriately".

   *****

   "Uh, fuck!" cursed Luke as the tingling in his dick increased to point
of no return.  "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" He took a few more
slow strokes and then slammed into her balls deep, triggering in her
another climax.  "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cu....ahhhh!  Ahhhhh!  Ahhhhh
fuuuuck!" he cried ejaculating deep in her pulsating cunt. Lynette, her
head on a pillow, her ass hiked into the air, gripped the sheets and
punched her hips back to get him deeper into her.  The orgasm wasn't as
intense as the previous mind blowing experience, but the feeling of his
seed spewing into her was emotionally much more satisfying.

   *****

   The lovers were screwing again, at both houses.  This time Luke was
wearing one of Jake's cock rings that he pilfered from the nightstand.  For
them, it was going to be a long, sensuous screw.

   *****

   The baths were finished and David made the rounds, reading a story and
then tucking the children in for the night.  Going downstairs, he turned on
the TV, but as usual the selection of programs was so poor that he quickly
lost interest.  Fatigued and ready for bed, he reviewed his limited
options. Having incurred Julia's anger before, experience had taught him
that his fate would be the sofa all week until she finally came to her
senses and relented.  Also from experience, he knew full well that in the
morning he'd have a crick in his neck or a sore back or even possibly both.
Then an idea came to him.  Why not just share Billy's bed?  Surely it
couldn't be worse than the sofa.  All the kids had a habit of crawling into
Mommy and Daddy's bed whenever a bad dream had scared them.  It was
certainly no big deal to Julia or him as they were always dressed at night.
With the purest intentions, David trudged back up stairs and tried his
bedroom door again. "Go away!" said the shrill voice. "Do you want
something to eat?" "No!  I don't want to see you!" "Julia, please." "Go
sleep on the sofa!" "You know I'll have back problems tomorrow." "That's
your problem!" "Can I at least get a change of clothes?  My toothbrush?"
"No.  Sleep in your clothes and use one of the kid's toothbrushes!"
"Julia!" "Go away, Davy-John." David sighed and turned away.  It was dark
in Billy's room when he went in, but the rustling of the sheets indicated
that Billy was still awake. "Are you awake, Billy?" "Yes, Daddy," the boy
whispered. David turned on the bedside lamp.  "Hi, Sport.  Daddy needs a
place to sleep tonight.  Okay?" Billy didn't answer.  His father didn't
notice, but went straightway to undressing until he was down to his briefs
and a t-shirt.  Ready to climb into bed, David flipped the covers back.
"Where are your clothes?" The mortified boy was speechless.  The father
unconsciously moistened his lips. "Your mother would punish you for this.
You know that." "Yes, sir," the boy replied in a small voice. "Can I tell
you a secret?  Just between us boys." "Uh huh." "When it comes to things
like this, your mother's word is the law.  Do you understand?" "Yes, sir."
"Good.  Now here's the secret.  It's okay with me if you want to sleep
naked, but you can't ever, ever let your mother catch you.  Do you
understand?" "Yes, sir." David walked over to the door, locked it and
returned to Billy.  "Here's another secret, just between us boys. 
Understand?" "Yes, sir." "I like to sleep naked too, but your mother won't
allow it.  She's funny about things like that." David peeled off his
undershirt.  "Now this is entirely up to you.  Do you want to sleep in your
underwear or sleep naked tonight?  Whatever you want to do is fine with me.
It's your choice." Billy thought for a moment before hesitantly answering,
"Naked?" "That's fine, son.  It's your choice, but you can't ever tell
anybody, because your mother will find out and she will punish you. 
Understand?" "Yes, sir." "What do you understand?" "That if I tell anyone,
Mommy will find out and punish me." "That's right.  She'll make you wish
you were never born." David paused to let the consequences sink in.  "This
is our secret.  Okay?" "Yes, sir.  I won't tell." "Promise?" "I promise,
Daddy." "Never make promise lightly, Billy.  A promise made to your father
is a sacred obligation.  'Thou shalt honor thy father and thy mother.'
Where have you heard that before?" "The Ten Commandments." "To break a
promise to your father is to dishonor him.  Break your promise and you'll
have to answer to God Almighty on your judgment day.  You don't want to be
sent to Hell do you?" "No," squeaked Billy.  David smiled down at the boy
frightened at the prospect of everlasting damnation.  "There's no sin in
being naked.  You were born naked.  Now, do I have your promise?" "I
promise, Daddy." "Good boy." Having pulled off his briefs, David stood for
a moment to give the boy a good look at his genitals.  Even though he was
well under average, he was a mature man with an erection, something Billy
had never seen before.  To the wide-eyed eight-year-old boy, he was huge.

   *****

   "What was that?" "Nothing." "Someone's home!" "Shhhh, don't worry about
it," said Luke reassuringly as he ground his dick into her. "Oh, my god! 
Luke!" "Well, well, well," said the deep voice from the dark silhouette
that filled the doorway.  "Whadda we got here?  Who dat fuckin' in my bed,
said the PaPa Bear.  Goldilocks and the big bad wolf?" Jake flipped on the
overhead light, bathing the room in bright light.  Luke continued to fuck
Lynette.  "Hey, Toni, we've got company!" "Luke!  Stop!" pleaded Lynette.
"Don't worry 'bout him, baby." "Hey, lughead!  Ain't ya gonna introduce me?
After all, yer in my bed!" Luke rolled off and in the process, completely
exposed Lynette to Jake's stare.  As they had been screwing on top of the
covers, there was nothing available to preserve her modesty. "Nice!" said
the big man.  "Very nice!" "Jake, this here's Lynette Williams.  Lynette,
this here's my good friend and neighbor, Jake Stringer." Having made the
initial introductions, Luke added, "Oh, and the pretty little lady peeking
around the brute is Toni." "Whose banging yer slut wife next door?"
inquired Jake. "That's Bobby Ray." "Oh, you're Luke's good friend!" said
Toni as she squeezed past Jake's bulk.  "I've heard so much about you and
your brother!  We've been hoping to meet you soon, and...  here you are!"
"Ya got pecker tracks all over the god damned comforter!" scowled Jake.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that," replied Luke insincerely. "Oh, don't worry none
about him," said Toni with a wave of the hand, "it's not the first time
that's happened. "So, you guys having fun?" "Damned right," replied Luke
with a smirk and wink.  Lecherously feasting upon Lynette -(TM)s nubile
form, Jake said, "Toni, why don't ya go next door and see if Shelly needs
any help." "Oooo, that's a good idea," purred Toni. Toni reached out and
playfully tweaked Lynette's nipple.  "Nice meeting you, doll.  You're
really cute!  We'll all have to get together sometime." Covering her
tweaked nip, Lynette whispered as Toni departed the room, "You said they
weren't comin' home tonight!" "Well -- they're here now.  Relax." Nervously
Lynette looked back at Jake.  Leering and having unbuttoned his shirt, he
was pulling it over his hairy shoulders.  "Oh, my god!  Luke!" "Relax,
baby," comforted Luke.  "Just relax and have a little fun.  Jake and me, we
share...  Now yer already pregnant, so ya've got absolutely nuttin' to
worry about."



   Chapter 19 - Laying on the Roof

   Shingles aren -(TM)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.

   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, the
loathsome roofer 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 would be using 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..." "Can't say I fault ya fer that. 
She's a 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 cunt?"

   *****

   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 this 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 tell me, darling girl, 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 right this minute.  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 David 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 had 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," he mused.
"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!" he said with a playful swat to his wife's ass.
"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, boy?" "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!" Bobby Ray remained immobilized. "Look, the way I figure
it, since church yesterday, she's fucked four different men, you, me, Luke
and his buddy.  Now, 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 wouldn't
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..."



   Chapter 20 - Truth and Consequences

   Confronting Jetter for cheating Luke on the roofing job, Jake proposes a
business solution.  Meanwhile David, beset with his demons, must deal with
consequences of his unfatherly actions.

   Going to the post office in the early afternoon, David picked up a small
package, a mailing envelope that he knew contained a DVD.  Like all the
others he normally received through this particular PO Box, it didn't have
a return address.  Checking the postmark, he knew it was from the man he
knew only as the Prophet.  The Prophet was part of a network of like-minded
people who, through David, exchanged their illicit homemade DVD's.  Acting
as the network's distributor, David would notify the network members with a
coded message, take orders, make copies of the DVD and mail them out for a
nice profit.  Generally he didn't know any of the network members except by
a code name, and they only knew him as Dragon.  The only danger was from
the postal inspectors, and David had already gotten the scare of his life
when confronted by the local postal inspector.  Turned out that what the
inspector really wanted was a piece of the action and a free copy of
David's illicit material.  In exchange, he gave David protection. 
Generally, it was a reasonably secure network.  Still David fretted over
the consequences of getting caught.  Safely in his empty store, David cued
up the DVD and sat back to watch the Prophet ravish yet another young boy.
But unlike the vile DVD Boris had sent him in the morning, the Prophet's
clips always featured smiling, laughing, and presumably happy boys and
girls.  Whereas the kids always had a smile on their faces, the face of the
Prophet was never shown unless it was scrambled to point of being
unrecognizable.  There was never any plot, just explicit sex acts between
the Prophet and his young lovers, and as such there was a certain monotony
about them when taken as a whole. David watched the video strumming his
pecker and then sent out his coded message via e-mail from the Dragon. 
Over the next few days, there would be a flood of money orders from
perverts filling the Dragon's PO Box.  The whole kiddie porn thing made
David nervous, but it was as safe and anonymous as possible and he'd at
least make a little money this week.

   *****

   It was late afternoon when Jake knocked off work, sending his two men
home early.  Pulling up to the curb he saw that Jetter's trucks were still
parked outside, but the activity on the roof was over.  Jake snorted with
the thought that all the activity was now taking place inside between
Shelly's legs.  Looking up at the roof, Jake noticed something peculiar. 
It was hard to tell from the street, but it looked as if the rear of the
house had a different color roof than the front.  After pulling into his
carport, Jake got out to critically inspect the roof job. "Damn it to
fuckin' hell!" he cursed.  Sure enough, the rear of the house was shingled
in a different color, not just a different shade, but in two different
colors all together.  Whereas, the front and middle of the house was
shingled in black, in the back, the last dozen or so courses of shingles
were brown and the very last near the ridgeline was in green!  Fuming, the
big man stormed into the Blalock house to confront his longtime friend.  As
Jake expected, Shelly, looking a complete mess was still sprawled out on
the ottoman.  The youngest boy, Tadpole was dipping his adolescent wick in
her cum-laden red-raw gaping pussy while the others lounged about, drinking
beer and trying to get it up one more time. "Jetter!" growled Jake. "Hi ya,
good buddy!" greeted his ugly friend.  "Wanna a piece of ass?" "Yeah! 
Piece of yer friggin' ass!" "What the fuck's yer problem?" "Ya know damned
good and well what the problem is!  C'mere, let's you and me have us a
little talk!... "C'mon, damn it, get yer god damned pants on!" Jetter
grudgingly pulled on a pair of jeans.  They weren't his, three sizes too
large and a little long in the leg, but they'd do in a pinch.  Following
Jake outside, his attention was directed to the backside of the roof.  "Aw,
fuck!" he moaned unconvincingly.  "I told them boys..." "Don't give me that
crap, Jetter!  Ya flat out didn't buy more shingles for this job!" "Hey, I
really thought I had enough!  Good thing we brought along some extras."
"Luke paid you good money for those extra shingles!" "Hey, I've got other
expenses to cover too, ya know!" "Fuckin' hell!  When Luke sees this..."
"What's he gonna do?  Ask for a refund of his wife's cunt?" "He'll call off
the deal for the weekend, that's what!" "The hell ya say?  He can't do
that!" "Wanna bet?...  Look, you've gotta fix this mess." "I did!  I fixed
his god damned roof!" "Yer gonna have to replace those shingles." "The hell
if I will!  Look, if it leaks I'll fix it, but if ain't leaking..." "Is
that yer final answer?...  Okay.  We're both businessmen.  Guess we'll just
have to make a business solution.  Ya want that slut for Saturday?" "I'm
countin' on it!  That cunt'll bring in a pile of dough." "Okay.  Luke's
gonna have to be convinced yer ain't cheating him.  I'll handle that. 
It'll take some doin', but I think I can convince him.  Now the story line
is that ya bought the extra shingles, but ya still ran out.  In a few weeks
after you've done a few jobs, ya should have enough shingles left over to
come back and fix it right.  Meanwhile, roof ain't leaking." "That's pretty
good, Jake!  I should've thought of it." "For my trouble, I want a bigger
cut of the take." "What?  Hey, a deal's a deal!" "That's right.  Ya fucked
up, Jetter!  Ya fucked up an yer making me look bad!" Jake poked his finger
into Jetter's scared and tattooed chest, "Now you're gonna have to pay.  It
was a 50-50 split on the take from her cunt, where I split my 50 with Luke
50-50, while you take a full 50 percent.  Now we can do this as a three way
split..." "No way!" "Or we make it a 60-40 between you and me.  Ya still
get the lion's share, Jetter." "I guess ya gonna split that 60 with Luke
50-50?" Jake laughed, "Why should I.  He'll get his 25, and I get 35." "Yer
a tough businessman, Jake.  Okay, how about if we make it four Saturdays
instead of just three.  Ya know, give'me a chance to make up for my losses.
Hell, I think the cunt will go fer it." "We'll have to see about that. 
That might take some doing, so I can't promise ya anything.  Now, we got a
deal, Jetter?" "Hmmm, I don't know.  Seems kinda unfair to me, after all
the work I've done." "Work?  Hell, you've been fuckin' that girl all
day!... Let me put it to you this way.  How much are ya gonna lose if she
don't show up Saturday?" "I see yer point, Jake.  Okay.  60-40.  Ya get the
60 and take care of her husband as ya see fit.  But try to get me four
Saturdays, will ya?" "I'll try.  Now, about that black dude today." "What
about him?" "How much?" "Shit, ya can't expect..." "I want my cut!" "God
damn, Jake!  Yer bustin' my balls!" "Look, I ain't greedy.  Our deal was
50-50 until just now.  I'll settle fer half."

   *****

   Closing up his store, David returned home hoping that Julia had calmed
down some.  Taking one look at her husband, Julia fled upstairs and locked
the door.  David just shook his head in resignation.  This just wasn't
working.  Something had to give. Julia had already fed the kids, so all he
had to do was heat up a plate for himself and clean up the kitchen.  As
usual the kids started fighting between themselves.  David was sorely
tempted to give them all another bare-butt spanking, but then remembering
how things got a bit out of control yesterday afternoon he thought better
of it.  Instead, he ordered them all upstairs for their baths and an early
bedtime. As usual the girls took their baths first.  His decision to let
the girls bathe on their own was thwarted when he heard Kendall call out,
"Come wash my back, Daddy!  Trisha won't do it!" His resolve dashed, he
stepped into bathroom, his eyes involuntarily dilating as he took in the
innocent nudity of his two young daughters. Taking up the Elmo wash mitten,
David gently washed the two girls backs, legs, tummy and arms.  Both girls
giggled as he washed their bald tushies and backsides with his bare hand.
As much as he wanted to linger, he knew it couldn't be too obvious.  As
long as he kept it brief and seemingly perfunctory, he reasoned that he
couldn't be accused of molesting them. The bath nearly over, Kendall
stunned him by saying, "Billy says that you let him sleep naked last
night." The comment sent both girls into another giggling fit.  "If you
spank us, can we sleep naked too?" "Uh, uh," stammered David mortified that
they knew anything about last night. "Billy also said that Mommy's mad at
you and you can't sleep in your bed, so you slept in his bed with him."
"Uh, uh, I, uh, I..." "It's true!" she exclaimed.  "You did!" Turning to
her younger sister she haughtily declared, "See, Trisha, I told you that
Billy wasn't fibbing!" "I didn't spank, Billy." "Yes, you did!  You spanked
all of us and made us take all our clothes off and stay naked all day."
"Yes, I did spank you, but you were supposed to get dressed again." "Did
you spank Billy again?" "No!  I didn't, I..." "But he got to sleep naked."
"Well, uh, boys...  boys are different." Both girls started giggling again.
"Yeah, boys have wieners!" Trisha added, "How come we don't have wieners?"
"Uh, well, that's the difference between, uh...  that's what makes boys and
girls different." "That's not fair!" pouted Trisha.  "Wieners are fun!"
"Billy says that your wiener is a lot bigger than his," stated Kendall.
"Uh, I suppose it is.  I'm older." "Can we see it?" asked Trisha. David
couldn't believe the position he found himself in with his precocious
daughters and desperately sought an escape. "Mommy says that a boy's wiener
is dirty," interjected the older girl.  "Billy's wiener isn't dirty.  It's
clean!  Is your wiener dirty, Daddy?" "No, it's not...  Look, this has gone
far enough!" "Why can't we see your wiener, Daddy?  You let us see Billy's
wiener.  You let Billy see your wiener." "First, it's not a wiener.  It's,
it's...  it's a thingie!" "Billy says it's his wiener.  Mommy says it's his
wiener too." "Uh, uh, okay, whatever...  call it a wiener.  It's just what
boys have." "We know!  We want to see your wiener!" emphatically declared
Kendall.  The scheming brat delivered the coup de grace.  "We'll tell Mommy
what you did!" "Uh, uh, no, no, no.  Your mother would..." "Punish you!"
Kendall declared pointing her accusing finger at her father. "Look... 
Ah... Maybe I shouldn't have spanked all of you that way, but you shouldn't
have been throwing rocks at..." "You shouldn't have made us play together
naked all day!" "No, that was a mistake.  I didn't think that..." "It was
fun!  Billy's wiener went up and down!  Does your wiener do that?"
"Kendall..." "We want to see it!  Pleaseeee, Daddy!  We won't tell Mommy,"
cooed Kendall with an unctuous smile. David had had enough.  The little
bitch would certainly tell!  "You're getting another spanking, little girl!
Get out of the tub!  Now!" he barked. Pleased with the change in her
father's attitude, Kendall fought to keep the smirk off her face as she
rose from the warm water with a feigned look of distress.  Knowing that
she'd actually won her manipulative gambit, tears began welling up in her
eyes on cue.  Pleadingly, she looked to her father who grabbed her by the
arm and yanked her out of the tub.  Sitting on the toilet, he put the girl
over his lap and slapped her wet buttocks with a resounding 'CRACK!'
"Owwww!" she screamed. "No more talk about wieners!" CRACK! "Owwww wow
wowww!" she cried as her white buttocks exploded into an angry shade of
red. "Nice girls don't talk about boys' wieners!" CRACK! "Owwww!  Daddy,
no!" CRACK! CRACK! "Nooooooooo!  Pleasseeeeee!" CRACK! "Now who are you
going tell?" "Nobody, Daddy," sobbed the girl.  "I promise!  Nobody."
"That's right because there's nothing to tell.  You want me to talk to your
Mama about what you said?" "Noooo," whimpered the girl. "Okay.  Okay," he
said, rubbing her bare butt.  For a long time he soothed his daughter's
stinging rear while her younger sister watched from the tub.  "There, does
that feel better?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good, sweetie.  Daddy hates to have to
spank you." David knew his hard-on was incontrovertible proof that he was
lying. "I'll be good." "Hmmm, for some reason I doubt that," replied her
father.  "If I hear any more wiener talk, I'll blister your butt again."
"Does that mean I have to sleep naked tonight?" "Just don't tell your
mama," whispered David. "Now, enough nonsense!" he announced.  "Kendall,
you're punished for the night.  Go straight to bed!  You're punished too,
Trisha." Little Trisha rose from the bath, her eyes misting with crocodile
tears.  David turned and slapped her on the butt, sending the two wet
giggling girls scurrying to their room. "Manipulative little bitches! 
They're just like their mother," grumbled David.  "All they need is a
strong hand.  Yes, a strong hand.  All Julia needs is a strong hand... 
Yes, I'll, I'll..." Nothing came to mind.  The girls were easy, apparently
they liked having their bare fannies paddled and then rubbed, or at least
Kendall did.  But Julia...  he didn't have a clue how to handle Julia. 
"Gee," he said to himself pondering his situation, "maybe Jake could help
me on this."

   *****

   Having tucked his naked children into their beds, David prepared to
visit his burly neighbor.  Problem was, once he was gone, how was he to
insure that Julia wouldn't come out the bedroom and check up on her
children.  Reasoning that she wouldn't come out if he was about, he tapped
on his bedroom door. "What do you want?" came the shrill unreasoning voice
behind the door. "Do you want anything, Julia?" he asked kindly. "No!  I'm
fine!" she snapped.  "Go away!" "Very well.  I just want you to know
something, Julia.  I'm very angry with you now.  Maybe I won't be angry in
the morning, but right now..." "Go away!" "I just want you to know.  If you
come out of that room tonight, I'll beat your sorry ass until you can't
walk!" "I hate you!" screeched the woman behind the door.  "I hate you!"
"Come on out, Julia.  You'll look good with two black eyes and a bloody
lip!" "I've got the gun!  I've got the gun!" the crazed woman shrieked. 
There followed a stream of unintelligible babble and the sound of objects
hitting the door.  David shook his head.  "She must be plum nuts!" he
muttered.  He wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to patch things up with
wife, but he was reasonably sure that she would remain safely behind locked
doors for the night.

   *****

   It was almost dark when Luke, dead tired from a long hard days work,
tromped into the kitchen.  Immediately he noticed the aroma of sex that
permeated his home.  Moving into the living room, shuffling through the
wrappers of cheap hamburgers thrown on the floor, he saw the numerous empty
beer bottles strewn around the house.  Checking out the windows, he was
pleased to see that they had been repaired as promised.  Looking down he
saw the sticky pool of fluid that had puddled on the floor at the base of
the ottoman.  "Damn!" he muttered as he analyzed the situation, correctly
concluding that more than just Jetter had helped himself to his comely wife
today.  Searching about for Shelly, he found her curled up in their bed. 
"Hi, Shel!" he said kissing her on the cheek. "Hi, Luke," she weakly
replied. "What's fer supper?" "I'm sorry, Baby.  I'm too worn out.  I
didn't get a chance to..." "Shhhh!  It's alright.  I'll find me something.
How'd it go today?" Shelly stretched like a cat, replying, "It was
wonderful!  You should have been here, baby.  They fucked me all day long!"
"You save some for me?" "Not tonight, honey.  Please, not tonight.  My
pussy's so sore!  They just kept sticking their cocks into me.  It was
wonderful, but...  maybe it was a little too much?  Oh, I don't think I'll
be able to walk for a week." "Well, ya'd better rest up then.  Lost yer ass
in poker today," he laughed.  "The boys are expecting ya for a picnic day
after tomorrow." "A picnic?  Hmmmmm, that'd be nice.  I'll be better by
then." "Jetter get the friggin' roof fixed?" "I guess.  I really don't
know. I sure hope so; I don't think I could handle them coming over
tomorrow again." "Well, guess I'll just check with Jake.  I'm sure he
looked in on it." "I guess so.  He was here.  Twice." "I see...  Well, get
yerself some rest.  I'll be back after a while."

   *****

   "A picnic?" asked Lenny's somewhat dowdy and somewhat heavy wife. 
"Tomorrow...  you want me to meet your work gang for a picnic?" "Uh, yeah,"
mumbled Lenny uneasily.  "I lost a bet and ..." "And to pay off your
gambling debt, I'm supposed to fix all of you a picnic lunch?" "Yeah.  I'm
sorry hon, you don't have..." "Well, that sounds like a fun idea!" "You'll
do it?" "Beats cleaning house all day." "Great!" "So where's this picnic
supposed to take place?" she asked.  "I thought y'all didn't know from one
day to the next where you were working." "Tomorrow we'll be over by
Riverview.  Got a crossing that needs maintenance.  Just go out Highway 48
and then take 367 to Riverview.  We'll be at the crossing on 367.  One
thing though..." "What's that?" "You have to wear something, ah... 
something revealing." "I see...  How revealing?" "Ah, well, that's up to
you," he replied cautiously. Lenny's wife eyed her nervous husband.  He
wasn't telling her the whole story and she knew it.  She knew all about the
card games they played, well at least some of it, as she had found photos,
private photos of her in his lunch box; Polaroid pictures of her pussy and
pictures of her tits and pictures of her fanny.  He always maintained that
he never showed them to anyone, but she knew he was lying.  Lenny was as
bad of a lair as he was at poker. "So I'm supposed to go off in the woods
with four big sweaty men wearing something revealing.  Like just my bra and
panties?" "Uh, yeah," blurted Lenny without thinking.  "I mean, no, uh..."
"Why you dirty bastard!" she snapped.

   *****

   Luke made his way over to his raunchy neighbors' house.  To his surprise
Jake was sitting at the kitchen table having a beer with David Jenkins. 
Toni was at the stove stirring a pot of stew.  "Hi ya, Jake!" greeted Luke.
"David," he added coolly with a polite nod.  "Get yerself a brew, Luke,"
replied Jake.  "Bring me another one too, will ya?  How 'bout you little
buddy?" "Uh, no thanks, I've still got..." "Drink up!  Go on, drink the
fuckin' beer before it gets hot!" "It's fine," replied David nervously. 
"Really, it's fine." "Suit yerself," gruffly snarled Jake.  Luke walked up
behind Toni and gave her a hug, running his hands up her t-shirt to fondle
her bare breasts.  "Hmmmm," she purred.  "You hungry, sugar?" "For you,
always." "Well, it's almost ready, so if you want a bite..." "Shelly's
really fucked out and I'm famished." "Get yourself a beer, lover and have a
seat at the table.  Won't be but a minute." Luke released her nipples and
fetched two beers from the Stringers' refrigerator and took a seat at the
table.  Pushing a frosty long neck bottle towards Jake, he warily eyed his
other neighbor. "David's got a problem," began Jake. "No shit," snickered
Luke. "Seems Julia's really pissed off at him.  Locked him out of the
bedroom." "Lucky for him," quipped Luke. "This is serious, Luke,"
admonished Jake with uncustomary seriousness.  "The man's wife is failing
in her duties to her husband.  That's quite unacceptable, don'cha think?"
"Yeah, I suppose," listlessly answered Luke. "Look at Toni, look at
Shelly...  Can ya imagine what things'd be like if they didn't obey our
wishes?" Luke took a swig of his beer.  "Yeah, Shelly wouldn't be so worn
out tonight," he replied sourly. "And you'd still have a leaky roof,"
reminded Jake, "not to mention a busted truck, and no refrigerator."
"Speaking of the roof, how's it look?" "Fine, but there's a little
problem." "Problem?  What problem?" "Hey, it don't leak, but Jetter ran out
of black shingles..." "He didn't finish?" "Yeah, he finished, but the
shingles on the back are of the wrong color." "I paid him for more friggin'
shingles!" "Yeah and he bought more shingles, but he still ran out.  Look,
I already talked to him about it.  He said if ya wanna buy more black
shingles, he'd put them up for ya." "I ain't got the money to buy more
shingles!" "Then be satisfied with what ya got!  A roof that ain't gonna
leak!" Luke muttered to himself, feeling that he'd been cheated.  Toni sat
a hardy bowl of beef stew in front of him changing his attitude
immediately. David seeing that supper was served excused himself. "Let me
think on it, little buddy," magnanimously offered Jake to his distressed
neighbor.  "I'm sure I can think of something to help ya out.  Now, be a
good fellow and get under the table and give Luke and me a nice blowjob
while we eat.  Ya do a good job and maybe we'll both give ya good
cornholing afterwards."

   *****

   Happy that he'd gotten away from Jake's with only Jake cornholing him
while Luke had his way with Toni, David looked in on his two sleeping
girls, peeling down the covers to gaze upon their nakedness.  Needing to
beat off in the worst way, David sighed deeply.  Reluctantly he replaced to
covers lest he awaken them. He entered his boy's room.  In the dimly lit
room he approached his slumbering son and undressed down to his shorts. 
Pulling the covers back, he saw that Billy was stark naked too.  With a
shrug he dropped his underwear and slipped between the covers. Almost
immediately, David gasped as he felt Billy's small hand wrap around his hot
turgid cock to openly fondle him.  He didn't last long, cumming in his
son's small hand.  Satiated, he rolled away from the boy.