Chapter 9

It took a month for the clemency papers to be processed; a full pardon. But on the morning he walked out the front door of the prison, paused amid reporters and well-wishers for a last look at the grim granite wall, Tony thought how like a dream - most of it nightmare, but with Jeanie giving it a happy ending - the past ten years were. The reporters, standing back with note pads raised while he said good-bye to the warden and Center keepers, were anxious to know what he would do first. But the question was asked in a joking way ... all of them men ... all of them knowing what a man wanted most on his first day out.

"The second thing I'm gonna do," he answered laughingly, "is look up Miss Simmons 'n' thank her 'n' her parents for petitioning the State House to get me out. I owe 'em my freedom."

"You won't have to look," a high musical voice shouted from behind the reporters.

Tony blinked. He saw the tiny hand waving over the heads in the background, the white-blonde hair bobbing cutely up and down. It was too good to be true. But there she was, elbowing her way through the mob to reach him. The reporters stepped back. She rushed to where he stood, an uncertain smile on her flushed face and lips parted as if she'd meant to say something, something rehearsed, but had forgotten what it was.

"Are you gonna kiss 'im, Miss Simmons?" a pushy reporter asked.

"That'd make a swell headline picture," another prodded. "GRATEFUL NURSE REWARDS BRAVE CON WITH ..."

Jeanie laughed, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her small arms about Tony's neck. Her moist pink lips covered his. Cameras flashed. Everyone clapped. Then the mob grew silent, everyone waiting for the long kiss to end.

Tony felt the girl's petite body straining against him, her tits digging hard into his chest. He felt the roundness of her belly, the soft dip of her crotch. He tasted her sweetness. It was more than too good to be true; she wanted him! He stood holding his suitcase in one hand, the other hand massaging her back, thinking she wanted him as much as, if not more than, he wanted her. His mind raced back to their last night together. He tried to recall every detail, everything he'd done. The girl was a contradiction ... their last night ... the hateful look the next morning ... and now ... ! He didn't know what to make of her anymore.

By the time the kiss ended and Jeanie stepped back - high-pointed breasts heaving, innocent baby blue eyes wide and bright - the reporters, the warden, the guards, everyone present was staring as if to say what he was going to do first - fucking! - and what he was going to do second concerned the same person. More questions were asked. Jeanie answered them tersely, all the time tugging him by the hand toward the car at the curb. "We're going to have a welcome home party," she said by way of a requested last quote. She looked into his face, her eyes revealing the same smoldering dare he'd seen on their last night together when she bet him he couldn't undo the bow at her crotch with his teeth. "At my place. It's all arranged. I... we intend to make Mr. Giardino's first day home something he'll remember for a long time to ... to come!"

Jesus Christ! thought Tony. Come! There was no mistaking the emphasis Jeanie had placed on the word. He slid into the front passenger seat of the car, thinking it would indeed be a day he'd remember for a long time to come, and one Jeanie would remember, too.

Silent, still trying to make his mind compatible with the two Jeanies, trying to merge them, he watched the girl wiggle her plump ass comfortable behind the wheel, slam the door on the persistent reporters. He watched her hands move deftly to set the car in motion, her small foot touch the gas pedal. They glided smoothly away from the curb. He glanced back at the crowd in front of the prison, breathed deep of the clean smell of freedom and watched the grim granite wall recede like the gray dregs of a nightmare.

Abruptly he turned to Jeanie. "Why'd you do it?" The girl stared straight ahead, pretending to concentrate on the road. The hem of the pale yellow mini she wore rested high on her trim thighs - high enough for him to see where the dark elastic top of one nylon bit into flesh that was whiter than the glare of sunlight on the windshield. He eyed her firm tits, the cleavage showing where the neck of the dress dipped low. He'd almost forgotten how lovely she was. Now his nuts tightened with the memory of her cunt working beneath him, the halves of her ass in his hands. "You told on Jack and the others," he added, "but me - why'd you leave me out?"

Jeanie braked for a red light. Their gazes met. She opened her mouth, as if to speak. Then she clamped her lips tightly shut, looked hurriedly away. Color crept into her face. The tips of her ears turned bright red.

Tony laughed, shook his head. He knew why, though he wanted to hear her say it. Jeanie was an anomaly; a good girl who didn't want to be good. The ordeal at the prison had introduced her to herself, and now, with no restrictions on them, with him free of the threat of new charges, she was again finding it difficult to think of herself as a cunt. And that's what she was, he decided. All cunt! A beautiful blonde nympho with stiff cock on her mind. She was leaving it up to him; she had committed herself with the sex-charged kiss at the prison, and now she was acquitting her conscience through silence, leaving it for him to make the next move.

"Turn left at the next intersection," he ordered as the car nosed away from the stoplight. "Then take the road out of town."

"I... we ... t-the p-p-party's all arranged," stammered Jeanie, her voice small and tight - almost as tight as her cunthole, thought Tony. "M-my f-f-father ..."

"Yeah, sure," he snapped and slid across the seat. "I figured that one out, too. All that 'Oh, Dad-deeeeee' shit. Did you fuck 'im yet?" He dropped one arm over her shoulders, moved close. His free hand went to her thigh, crept past the top of the stocking and began to massage the soft warm flesh inches away from her pussy. "It took me awhile to figure," he continued, dick growing stiff, "but there's only one reason a chick yells, Daddy-Dad-deee I when a rod's bein' humped up 'er rear. I know guys like your ole man - characters who wanna fuck their daughters 'n' sisters 'n' mothers, but only in the ass. That way it isn't incest, I guess. A little asshole fuckin' never hurt no family. No babies're made that way right ? Is that the way it is?"

"You ... ! Oh, you're just as horrible now as... as the blacks were." Jeanie's hand locked tight on the wheel, the knuckles showing white.

Again Tony laughed, mocking her. He knew what she wanted. Abuse ! Degradation ! Being forced to spread her legs. Rape ! She was all cunt, he reaffirmed mentally - fingertips grazing the springy mound of hair at the crotch of her panties. The car jerked, moving erratically into the lefthand turn and onto the road out of town. "You got a thing for your ole man's prick up your brown," he growled close to her ear. "I bet you been wantin' it since you was a kid. A fat daddy-cock pissin' cum up your good little-girl belly."

"You ... ! Oh, you filthy cunt-lapping bastard!" Jeanie tried to close her legs. The car swerved, almost hitting a truck in the opposite lane. She sobbed, steadied the wheel, and pressed her foot down hard on the accelerator.

Tony continued to taunt her with the truth, his fingers gently probing the mouth of her sex and where the panties were sunk in the hot crack up her bottom. Until the girl was the same trembling mass of raw nerve ends he'd rescued from Slick Jack at the infirmary. The trees and landmarks he remembered from a decade ago whizzed by. Traffic thinned. The place where he first fucked Lois, the girl so like Jeanie, lay ahead: a carport of overhanging branches, with thick brush on three sides. He directed Jeanie into the natural hideaway out of sight of the road and prying eyes.

"Now tell me," he demanded as she silenced the engine, and faced him, the same look he'd seen on the morning the prison was retaken in her flashing eyes. "About your ole man."

"Nooo," she protested almost violently.

He pressed her roughly back against the door, shoved his hand hard into her crotch. She gasped, bucked as the car had bucked when he first touched her there. The hem of the dress rode up to her waist, revealing transparent panties that were the same pale yellow color. Everything matched the hair on her snatch. He was willing to bet she'd have worn a pale yellow bra ... if she wore bras. She was perfection; a proper good girl who made you fight to get it in, then fucked as if your dick were an electric plug, the juice triggering a secret motor in her wide hips. "Did your ole man fuck out your ass when you was a kid ?" he persisted, remembering the night he lay on the bunk reliving the musical-chair-sex scene with his own mother. "Or did you have to get yourself raped by a prison before the ole bastard took it? Tell me, baby. Turn me on."

"Humramm!" Jeanie's small trembling hands wrestled his wrist. But the effort to push his hand from her pussy was merely another pretense, Tony could tell. Nothing could banish the truth: she'd met him at the door of the prison, knowing what to expect, wanting what he had to offer. Now she whimpered and squirmed. She made deep-throated sounds of protest. But as the hand at her cunt grew insistent, forcing the panties up her tight slit, into her anus, her movements became the same wild gyrations Tony remembered from their last night together. Slowly he bent his face to her crotch, kissed her through the damp nylon.

"Ohah. Umph. Ow! Owww! Owwwwwwww!" Jeanie released his wrist. Her hands shot to his head, pressed his face close. Her spine arched high off the seat. Her cunthole breathed like a thirsty guppy beneath the panties. "I... oh, I h-hate you, I hate you, Iiiii ... !"

Tony drank the sweet smell of her pussy into his nostrils, licked the tang from the crotch of the panties. He forced one finger beneath the tight legband, twisted it cruelly up her dry asshole. She squealed. He groaned. The inner walls of her succulent rectum began to feather the dart, just as she had feathered the tip of his prick when, more than a month before now, a lifetime ago, he fucked his enraged meat between her round cheeks. He could imagine her astraddle her father's lap, crying, Daddy... Da^ deeeeee! Was that the way they did it, he wondered. The same way the girl had fucked herself onto his stiffness ? The way his own mother had tried to screw herself down - clothes and all - on his boyhood rod?

"To-neeeeee," Jeanie sighed, moving her ass on the burrowing finger, grinding herself down until it was all the way in. "Hummmm!" She threw her legs wide, one over the edge of the seat, the other hooked at the knee atop the backrest. Her hips churned slowly, maddeningly.

"Tell me about your ole man," Tony barked into her crotch. "About how he fucks out your ass."

"No! No! No! No! N-noooooo!" "You want your cunt sucked?"

"Ummm!" She held her plump ass suspended off the seat, nylon-covered bush trembling in his face.

"Then tell me. Pretend this - " he wiggled his finger high in her rectum, began to grind it in and out along the sensitive membrane separating the rear channel from her delicate vagina. She thrashed, moaned. He slipped another finger into the brown tightness, slammed both brutally up between her quivering white cheeks. "Just close your eyes 'n' pretend you got his dick up you. All the way up you, baby. Up your daughter-ass." He used his nose to push the crotch of the panties aside, bared her pink livery slit. He covered the gap with his mouth, blew and sucked and flicked his tongue against her hard clit.

Jeanie gasped. A spasm passed through her belly, brought hot juice pouring from her cunt-hole into his mouth. She closed her eyes and began to pant like a ruptured bellows. The good girl was suddenly gone, with the Jeanie he knew - the one he had watched take on a roomful of demanding blacks before she dared him to eat her - emerging from the wet slit and blonde fur between her gaped thighs. The halves of her ass squeezed tight on the two fingers buried there. The strong fishy smell of a woman in heat wafted from the depths of her twat. "Tony, Daddy, Daddy, Da-deeeeee," she cried. "Do it. Like hum! Owah! F-fuck my ass like ... like ..."

"Like what?" he prompted, fingers shafting furiously in and out of her rectum.

"When I ow! Um! L-like w-when I was little 'n' you d-did it to me on the sofa. In ... in the living room. When ohah! Um!" She grinded down, asshole sucking both fingers in to the last knckle and nipping for more. "When you r-r-rubbed against me back there-ere. Wt when you t-t-thought I was asleep and didn't know-ow what you were doing."

Tony's dick shot a premature spurt of thick cream. He could almost see the girl's father dry humping her littlegirl buttocks, Jeanie pretending to be sound asleep but enjoying every minute of the incestuous game. He couldn't blame the old man. He couldn't blame anyone for wanting to stick a stiff prick in the girl who was all primness and blushes with her clothes on, but who became a wanton, a cum-loving whore, when the camouflage was stripped from her body and a cock or a finger or a tongue - anything male - was shoved up either of her hot hairy holes. With fingers that felt swollen, unmanageable because of desire, he undid his fly, freed his long heated cock and steered her hot little fist to the monster.

Slowly, the words coming in disjointed spurts, Jeanie told of the things she'd realized while a captive at the prison, and about the lap-sitting sessions with Daddy, her own wonderful daddy; about his dick getting hard and pressing into her young virgin split. About Mike, and how she had realized after the riot that he was a poor substitute for the man, the sex, she secretly craved. A man like Daddy. Many men like him, and like Tony. Brutes who made her do the horrid things Mike would never dare suggest.

"I... I told him about you," she whispered as Tony pulled her low on the seat, threw open his pants, and climbed between her smooth white thighs, "About ummmmmm!" She pumped her hips up to meet the fiery glans burrowing beneath the leg of the panties. "About how you owwww ... ! How you f-f-fucked me t-the way he always w-w-wanted to ... ow ... in ... in the back. My ass. How ... how I s-sat in your lap, the way I ... I ... the way I used to sit in his lap when I was a little girl. Only naked with you. With y-your t-t-thing going up me. Um! Owah! U-up meeeeee." She jacked her hips up in jerks, cunthole taking him in.

Tony strained. The panties were an incumbrance, the nylon burning the shaft as he tried to hump his rod in. He cursed, took hold of the crotch and yanked. The material shredded. He drove. "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Jeanie began to fuck wildly, hot blonde pussy sucking him in. The torn panties, the two halves like the flaps of a loincloth, shifted high on her belly, baring the lovely blonde curls, for his bludgeoning member.

"Baby! Baby! Ba-beee!" Tony watched his long dick disappear up her pink and white-blonde tightness, felt the delicious wet grip of her vagina. He marveled at the virginlike grasp of her slit. It was as if he had never fucked her before; as if no one had ever fucked her. She was some cunt, his Jeanie. He wished he'd taken the time to undress her. But there would be time enough later, he reasoned. Later, atfer he shot the first pent-up load, when his joint was less anxious and used to a hot cunthole again, there would be time enough to do all the kinky things he had dreamed about since the morning the girl ran from his arms to the guardsmen and wept as if fucking were something she detested. For now ... !

"Do it. Do it!" The girl met his powerful lunge, took him in to the hilt. Her knees shot up. She whimpered and gasped as he doubled her legs, knees flush with her heaving tits, and set his stiff dick in motion. Her twat nipped. Her ass, the tiny brown hole low between the jiggling cheeks sucking air, matched his pace.

"Did he get it?" asked Tony, head spinning with the thought of Jeanie screwing her own father. "Your ole man - did you finally give 'im some ass?"

"Yesssss."

"Jesus H. Fucking Christ!" He drove his stinkfinger back up her chute, fucked his hips back, paused for a moment to watch her pink cunthole nip, and slammed his meat deep in her sopping wet pussy. "Tell me how," he groaned. "Everything. Every mother-fucking detail."

Again Jeanie began to talk in excited spurts; about how her mother - never a strong woman, she said - had suffered a nervous breakdown because of the riot, the things they said on the radio, hints of rape, and was recuperating at a nursing home when the prison was retaken. "D-Daddy met me after the doctors released me from the hospital," she continued. "He took me home in the shirts the guardsmen wrapped me in ... all the time looking ... watching my legs while he drove. Then we were home, just him 'n' me, and it was like I was little all over again. I ... I sat in his lap, crying. Pretending I hurt all over. 'Tell me what happened,' he said. 'Tell Daddy what they did to his little big-girl.' But he already knew from the news on the radio, and I could feel him getting big against my crack. So big. Like - " she moaned, threw herself up onto his pistoning cock. Her cunt locked ... milking ... searching for cum. "He ... he wanted to do me, I knew. In the ass. I could feel him there. Hard. Harder than anything ever."

Tony's breath was coming in gasps. He thought sure he was going to fuck her through the seat of the car. Already the cum was creeping up from his jouncing sacs. He commanded his loins to break pace, holding back. His shit-smeared finger popped from her asshole, hands roaming, exploring every soft inch of her little round bottom, thighs, the satiny hair on her pussy. She was an oven inside, the walls of her cunt caressing his prick like curious mice running up and down the stiff throbbing length. Her father! Her own fucking father, he thought. She'd fuck a snake, he was certain. She'd scream and fight and protest that she didn't want to ... all the time opening her delectable legs, gaping her tight little gash. She'd play her innocent good-girl games and take a rattler up her whore belly.

"Daddy wanted to do all the things you and the others had done to me," Jeanie panted, fingernails cutting furrows in the leather seat, hips working frantically. "B-but I was still his little girl. He wanted me so, but he was too shy, too dumb to come right out 'n' say so. I ... I had to coax him. I oh! Ohah!" Her eyes rolled back white in their sockets. Her head thrashed from side to side on the seat, as if she were reliving the scene. "I... I hugged his neck, wiggling 'til the shirt came loose 'n' my ass, the thing he wanted, was naked in his lap. They bruised me something awful,' I told him. 'All over down there. Feel, Daddy. Make it better.' I made him put his hand there, on my cheek. I shifted so the bulge in his pants, his dick, got wedged in the crack, 'n' said, 'Hold me, Daddy. Hold me tight.' I was his own little big-girl again, but this time naked from the waist down. I hugged 'n' kissed him 'n' made him know with my hips that it was okay, that he could fuck me like - "

Tony gulped. Suddenly her hand was between their bodies, yanking his wet cock from its niche. He started to protest. But before the words were out of his mouth, even before the thought was completed, she was setting the fat red glans at her asshole, grinding to take him in between her glistening buttocks.

"Yeah, baby. Ah! Ah, y-yeaaah." He lunged with all the force in his hips, tore a muted cry from her lips as the entire length of his prick grated into her rectum and paused to bask in the maddening, pulsating warmth.

Outside birds chirped. Leaves rustled. A truck rumbled by on the road beyond the natural hideaway. The midday sun glared down on the roof of the car, on the windshield, on the flailing limbs and faces contorted with passion within the gently rocking vehicle. A small leggy creature, like the one that had crawled up Jeanie's rear on the last night at the prison, crept slowly along the hood of the car, reached the window and paused - paused as Tony was pausing, dick planted deep, savoring the girl's movements, her wild abandon, her heat and her uninhibited tale - as if to stare in awe at the spectacle. As if regretting its lot: that it was a mere insect, and that the female of the species was nothing at all like the young blonde thrashing about on the leather like a grounded fish. It climbed the tinted glass, leaving a thin, sticky yellow trail behind. As if it were coming. As if the scene inside the car had triggered its unthinking mind into thought, and was jacking the cum up from its minuscule balls, firing it at Jeanie in the hope that one drop, one fertile tadpole of bug semen, would enter the lovely girl's womb and create a like creature for a leggy insect to use.

Tony saw the bug and recalled the thing he had sucked from Jeanie's hot little asshole on their last night together. Now her miniature shitter was doing the sucking. Deep in her rippling belly, tiny mouths were licking his cock, making him crazy. The incestuous tale continued - spasmodic, but recreating the lap-sitting scene as if he were there watching it. As if the rod in her rear belonged to another, and he was suffering the dual pleasure-pain of fucking the girl and seeing her father do it.

He closed his eyes, gripped her round bottom, and stoked. His prick moved slowly in and out. As slowly as the insect crawled on the windshield. As smoothly as the breeze blowing outside the car. But inside his chest there was thunder; the roar of the truck tires on the road beyond the natural carport. At the pit of his belly there was flame; cannonballs of thick gism awaiting the last mighty dip, the signal that would fire the load into the brown velvet pocket.

"Har-harder than anything ever!" Jeanie reiterated breathlessly. She drifted back into the tale, but fucking as if her mind, her body, her entire being were dedicated only to yanking the cum out of his sacs. "D-Daddy held me tight in his lap," she said, head thrashing again, eyes rolling back white. "His big dick grew and grew, nuzzling me while his hands felt all over the bruises. Only he wouldn't. He wouldn't! He ., . he simply couldn't say what he wanted - meee! M-my ass! N-not 'til I reached for his cock, and squeezed. Squeezed as tight as I could. 'My God!' he choked. 'Jeanie, what're you doing? Jeanie, I'm your father, you're my own little girl. Jeanie, don't! Jeanie, for chris-sakes, please!' Jeanie this, 'n' Jeanie that ... until I ... I had it out, in my hand, so hard 'n* lo-ong. Until I ... Iiiiiiiii set the head where he'd always wanted it to go, 'n' did - "

"Arrrrrrrrrrrr! Ah! AHHHHHH!" Tony went rigid, unable to hold back another second. The girl's hole was a velvetine vise ... greedily sucking the knob of his prick ... coaxing cum ... driving him mad with the round and round, up and down, up and down, up and down motion of her succulent ass. "Oh, baby. Baby, fuck! FUCK!"

It was a cumload that would have ruptured the average girl, he was certain. Not Jeanie though. She whimpered, threw her legs over his shoulders - knees still flat at her tits, ankles locked at his neck. It was an impossible position. Yet she moved. She moved as if her lower body were a separate entity. As if fucking were the only function of the hot hairy hole low between her plump buttocks, and his dick - the thing so deep in her belly Tony thought sure he could feel her stomach above the fat pissing glans - was the crank that made the hole go.

"All cunt!" he croaked, the cream gushing hot, tearing orgasm after orgasm from the roots of his tool.

A pig! he thought wondrously. A common ... no, not common. Special! A whore like none other. He told her so. He grunted the words pig and whore into her lovely face. He spit it at her. Defiled her with it. Raped her verbally.

"Yes!" Jeanie cried. "YES!"

He slapped her, not sure why but wanting to see her weep as she'd wept the first time. Wanting to recreate the first delicious attack in the tag shop.

"Hurt me, Tony. HURT MEEE!"

"Cunt! Fucking no good whore bitch!" He slapped her again and again. Until her lovely face was striped with red fingermarks, the tears bright in her eyes. It made her fuck harder. Faster. Wilder. The cream continued to pour from his cock, overflowing her asshole, forming a puddle on the seat and making her bottom smack wetly each time she met the leather for the split second it took to thrust upward. He'd heard about girls like Jeanie - women who derived sexual delight from abuse. It wasn't the act of fucking that turned her on, he realized wondrously. A prick, any stiff prick, was merely the culmination of a psychological drive. A compulsion. A mental and physical need to suffer.

His dick continued to spit. He dug his fingers cruelly into the girl's tender cheeks, bruising her ass anew. He recalled her reactions during the riot; how she seemed to fuck for Jack and the others in spite of herself, inviting more abuse. Rape had triggered her hidden desires, he realized, and now, with the time since her rescue to fortify the secret urges, Jeanie's mind was no longer her own. Her body, the sensitive lovebud inside her cunt, had taken over, had become her mentality. She had somehow connected sex and pain and degradation - the shame of incest, and being used by black and white cocks - with the latter two as prerequisites for the orgasmic spasms that were driving her hips, lifting them to the top of the world, where the air was thin, hard to breathe, but where heaven - a sexual wonderland - made everything right.

On the windshield, the insect lost its footing. It tumbled onto the hood, lay on its back kicking. Its legs moved furiously - like a turtle trying to right itself. Like the eager young legs in the car.

On the road, another truck whizzed by, the thunder of the big tires echoing the roar in Tony's ears. Matching the frantic pumping motion, the rhythm, the delicious tempo of Jeanie's unmanageable hips.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Again! D-don't stop, Tony. Never, never stop fucking meeeeeeee..."