Chapter 8
It seemed like we had walked for miles and miles before a trucker stopped to pick us up. By the look in his eyes he obviously wanted to fuck the living hell right out of both Denise and I, but we were so tired that neither of us were in the mood (which means we were damn tired!).
The trucker took us all the way to the road that leads to Dad's place and Denise and I walked the two miles down the gravel road alone and quietly, knowing that no cars would be around at that time in the morning.
It was strange to see the complete difference from the island. We passed a few houses that were little more than shacks. Here in the hills, with just a few dirt roads cut into the thick growth of trees, the people didn't have as much money. I wondered if they were happier because they didn't have as much money.
We passed another house that had three horses fenced in. Denise and I stopped and pulled up some long, fresh grass, moist with dew, and gave it to the horses. They ate it, chomping away as we stroked their manes.
"I do like the country," I said, rubbing the horse's warm body. "Honest, Denise, I like it out here. Everything is so much more relaxed and carefree."
"Well, it's good for a change, anyway." She pulled more grass and gave it to her horse. "It's nice to see some animals, though . . . rather than the human kind, that is."
We laughed and then went on, searching our vague memories for what Dad's place looked like. Finally, my legs weak from walking and my head spinning from lack of sleep, we saw Dad's shack. It was off the dirt road about fifty yards, in a clearing of trees. It could just barely be seen from the road. Only a thin road had been cut through the trees. Near the house, in a small pasture dotted with trees and surrounded by a wooden fence, were two horses, several pigs and some sheep.
"Think Dad'll be happy to see us?" I asked.
"Well, he said a thousand times that he wanted us to live with him just as soon as he got out of the city. No sense in thinking any different, I suppose."
I hoped like hell Denise was right as we stepped up to the front door. It was just a screen door, ill-fitted to its frame with a big rip in the metal screen. I knocked softly, then louder.
"Who in the hell is here at this time of the morning?" Dad growled from somewhere inside. "Fucking early birds ought to be shot!"
Denise looked at me, doubt in her face. I summoned up all my courage, smiled and winked at her. I felt protective of her since it had been my idea to see Dad and Joe in the first place.
When Dad got to the door, dressed in just his underwear, he saw us and his bloodshot eyes lit up. "Hot damn! Joe, get your lazy ass up! Your sisters are here! My baby girls!"
Dad flung open the door, nearly knocking Denise and I over, and gave both of us a big hug. His whiskers burned my cheek, but it felt good and comforting, like it did when I was just a small baby.
Before Joe came out, I explained to Daddy why we had come and he spliced in several terse comments about Gig and Nick and the city and everything else he hated with a passion. I said that Gig might try and take us back to the island and Dad said he had enough guns and ammunition in the house to hold off an army. I didn't feel like telling him that we wouldn't be staying that long because his grizzled face just looked so damn happy.
Joe was certainly less happy to see us. He was hung-over, like Dad, but he was in a foul mood. Dad told him to give Denise and I a hug, but he did so with reservation, then went back to bed.
"Dad, we've been up for more than a day," I explained. "And we're really bushed. Do you think you could let us sleep before you make any grand plans?"
"Why sure! Damn dumb of me. Should've known better." He ushered us inside, cursing under his breath about his happiness and how dumb he felt for not knowing we were tired.
The house was like all the others in the area-just a shack. Dad had one bedroom and Joe had another. There was just one more room, a combination living room, dining room and kitchen. Well, Dad didn't exactly have an abundance of extra space for Denise and I, but he didn't seem to care if his house was crowded, so I didn't worry about it either.
Dad showed us to his room and said we'd have to sleep together, Denise and I. He left, telling us he was happy one more time, and Denise and I stripped and were sleeping in each other's arms within minutes.
In the late afternoon we woke up and got dressed, Denise still wearing her jeans and T-shirt. I decided to wear a dress with my garters and hose, putting on make-up to look nice for Dad. Denise went with Joe to meet some of the neighbors and Dad and I took care of the chores, feeding the animals and so forth.
When Dad started to cook supper, I accidentally knocked a can of tomato sauce all over him and he had to change from his clothes to a ragged housecoat. The robe needed washing badly, and some mending here and there, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Listen, while you're cooking I'm going to take a short nap. Wake me when everything is done, okay?"
"Sure thing, Rosanne. You just get a little sleep and don't you worry about one little thing."
I kissed him on the cheek and went to bed. Once again I drifted off to sleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.
"Hey, sleepy-head, it's time for chow," Dad said, standing near the bed.
My eyes batted a couple times, then I looked up at his smiling face. Dad, however, was looking at my legs. The short skirt didn't hide much and what was showing sure as hell appealed to him. I kicked one foot near my ass, raising my knee in the air so the skirt bunched up even more and I was sure Dad could see my blue panties.
"Are Joe and Denise back yet?"
"Ah . . . no," he said, unable to tear his eyes away from my legs. "They ain't back yet. Probably had some work to do. Joe ... he does welding now and then. Same as me."
I stretched my arms out, arching my back a little to make the tits stand out even more. Looking at Dad, I noticed his robe was bulging just below his waist. Dad was getting a hard-on.
"Do you like these better than panty hose?" I asked, snapping the elastic garter belt against my tanned thigh. "I do. I think they make me sexy. Yeah, I even feel sexier with them on."
"Oh . . . er . . . yeah, I guess so."
I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Doing this put my face at groin-level to Dad. I didn't say a word and neither did he when I pulled loose the knotted belt holding his robe together. When it opened, Dad's big cock swung free, drooping downward slightly. The cockhead was massive, as big around as a small apple, and the cockshaft was long and thick. I curled my fingers around it, its warmth running through my palm right down to my cunt.
"I'm going to suck your cock," I whispered reverently, stroking his prick from the purple-colored knob to the fat balls that swung between his legs. "I'm going to stick your cock in my mouth and suck you until I have every drop of come in your body shooting against my tongue. And then I'm going to swallow your come. And later," I gave the head a quick, light kiss, "when you've recuperated enough, we're going to fuck until we can't even breathe."
I held his cock up with just my fingertips, then licked around the head, slowly working my way down the cockshaft to his balls. Dad just stood there, hands on his hips, watching me please myself and his cock. I licked his balls until they were wet and juicy, then I nibbled on his shaft with my teeth. Just grazing them lightly over the cock so that it jerked and grew. Dad's cock was big and strong, just like the rest of his body. Sure he was a drunk, but that didn't stop his cock from getting rock-hard.
When I finally made it back to the round cockhead, Daddy's cock stood out from his body like a flag pole from the edge of a building. No longer did I need to hold it up with my fingers-it stood there all by itself. I licked the underside of the cockhead while looking up at him. He touched the side of my face and smoothed the blonde curls away from my eyes.
I opened my lips wide and leaned forward, letting my lips slide slowly, tenderly, over his cockhead. My tongue worked back and forth in my mouth, rubbing rough and fast against Dad's cock as my lips squeezed a loving embrace on the cockshaft. I leaned on the edge of the bed, taking his prick into my mouth until the head nudged the back of my mouth and my lips were stretched and ovaled as far as they would go.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, giving his nuts a firm squeeze. I rotated my head on his prick, letting him know exactly what kind of cock-hungry slut I was. Judging by .the way his cock throbbed against my tongue, I knew he hadn't blown his nuts in a long, long time.
I pulled back slowly, then started pistoning my head furiously over Dad's outstretched cock. He couldn't last much longer, so I wanted to give him everything I could while it lasted. My hair swirled around my face and over my shoulders as my head went back and forth. Wet sucking sounds came from my mouth as I took his prick to the opening of my throat. And then there was a quiver in Dad that started somewhere near his toes and didn't stop until it reached his spinning brain and I knew I'd get my reward in just a few short seconds.
And then something strange happened to me. I'm not exactly sure how it happened- maybe because I wanted so desperately to please Dad. But that little something in me that had always stopped me from taking a cock in my throat suddenly wasn't there any more. I opened my lips wider and the cockhead pushed in, past the back of my mouth and right down my throat. Dad gave a little, startled grunt as my nose buried in the thick bush of hair just above his cock. When I squeezed his balls, it was just like flipping a switch. Instantly his come started spurting down my throat. I chewed furiously with my lips, licking as best I could with my tongue, even though it was mashed flat in my mouth because Dad's cock was so tightly wedged in me.
"S-shitt!" Dad hissed, standing in front of me with his knees trembling and his balls spewing out a gallon of jism. I couldn't taste his come on my tongue because his cockhead was down my throat, but in my mind I knew it was delicious and flavorful, just the way I liked come to be.
I kept his cock in my throat until it quit jerking and spitting come, and then I pulled back slowly, sorrowfully, and let his prick slip from my lips.
"When you get in the mood again," I said, licking my tingling lips, "you just ram that adorable cock in me anywhere you want to. I want it everywhere. Up my ass. In my cunt. Hell, if you get off on blow jobs, I'll suck you again."
"Later . . . Rosanne. Later. Right now we've got to eat dinner."
"I've already eaten," I said, giggling, "but I guess I could eat some more."
When Dad started dishing up the stew, Denise and Joe walked in the house. Joe explained that he had made $15 for welding a broken fender on a neighbor's truck and Dad complimented him. Joe, though, didn't seem to give a fuck what Dad thought. His hands, dirty with grease and oil, were unwashed as he ate. That bothered me but I didn't say anything. No sense in starting a fight when my stomach has a good load of come in it.
After eating, Denise and I did the dishes. Joe took a bottle of whisky to bed with him and Denise, who hadn't taken nap like I had, went to sleep after the dishes were done. That left Dad and I alone, sitting on the straight- backed wooden chairs with nothing to do but talk . . . and fuck.
"Well," I said, standing up and pulling the zipper down on my dress. "It's about that time, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it's about that time." Dad stood up and shucked off his robe. He stepped forward and took me in his arms, his lips pressing against mine.
I reached between Dad's legs and grabbed his cock, stroking it as we kissed. He rubbed my nipples through my bra, taking one tit in each hand. I pushed against his hands, the tingles spreading slowly from my hard nipples throughout my body.
Dad let his hands move up to my shoulders and he pushed me down. I thought he wanted me to suck his cock again, but instead he got down with me. I rested on my back on a thin rug as Dad got down beside me. He picked up one knee, then wiggled around a little so that we were at right angles to each other.
"This is the way your mother and I used to fuck," he whispered, rubbing his cockhead between my asscheeks. I was expecting to get fucked in the ass, but then his drooling knob found the entrance of my pussy. I bit my lip to silence a moan as his prick pushed into me, filling my belly.
Dad worked his cock expertly in and out of my feverish cunt. He seemed to know exactly where my pussy was most sensitive and never missed a chance to use his cock against those areas. In minutes I was a quivering, twitching, shaking wreck. It was damn near impossible to stop the scream that was trapped in my throat when my clit exploded, sending a flood of pussy juice all over Dad's cock and balls. And when his prick had been fully pleasured with my cunt, he shot his come in my cunt powerfully, blasting five or six powerful jets of jism into me.
I lay there on the hard floor, my chest heaving as the white bra struggled valiantly to keep my tits captured. Dad finally pulled his prick from my cunt, gave me a good-night kiss, then padded off to sleep with Joe. I got up and went to his room where Denise was sleeping. There would come a time, I was sure, when I would be sleeping openly with Dad. Hell, Denise would probably be fucking and sucking Joe by then. Yeah, we'd make a real family affair . . .