Chapter 8
Joyce had just passed the dirt road onto which the car had turned when she sighted the hunched figure of a man, not more than ten yards away, come running directly at her. Her hands clamped over her mouth in horror and she stopped dead in her tracks, frozen with fear. She wondered if this could be a nightmare or maybe a hallucination from drinking too much vodka. There was no one to help her, not a car in view, and she was alone with this approaching monster.
She nearly wet her pants as the big man grabbed her gruffly, picked her up in his powerful arms and ran back toward the cover of the trees. Kicking, screaming to no avail, terror surged through her. She had never felt so alone and helpless. She screamed louder, louder, but the man's huge hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling her screams for help.
"You don't want me to knock you out, do you?" the deep voice asked. "Then shut up or I'll have to put you in dreamland." He emitted a hideous laugh. "Besides, I wouldn't wancha to miss any of this, little darlin' virgin cunt. Shut up!"
They exited from the cluster of pine trees then and her assailant slowed to a trot, still breathing hard but slowing as he made his way toward a battered old car that was parked up on the shoulder of this narrow, deserted side road.
They reached the car and the man let Joyce slide to her feet He held her wrist in a viselike grip, though, as he opened the door with his free hand and hurled her onto the front seat. He climbed in after her, slamming the door.
Panting, his eyes blazing crazily, he said, "Don't fight me and don't dare make a sound. I won't hurt you if you don't resist" Joyce's heart hammered against her rib cage. Huddling against the door, she wondered what he meant by: Don't fight me. Did he plan to rape her? She had been insane to run from the party that way. Please god, she thought. Please don't let him hurt me. She longed for the protection of her brother. Oh, where was Denny now?
She began sobbing uncontrollably, trembling all over. "Please don't hurt me?" she pleaded. "I'm only fourteen, and-and I-I'm a virgin. I'm so scared. Y-You wouldn't rape me, would you?"
In the moonlight, Joyce could see that his eyes were afire with lust. He still held her wrist, half grinning at her, as if contemplating all the things he planned to do to her body. He pulled her toward him then, crushing his body to hers and roughly squeezed her breasts.
"Relax, pretty girl," he said. T promise I won't rape you as long as you're quiet and do exactly what I tell you." Suddenly headlights showed from the main street, fifty yards distant, and there was the sound of an approaching car. The man glanced nervously over his shoulder, clutching Joyce even harder until the car had passed. Then he began stroking her hair, his lips parted in a hideous leer. "I love your shiny hair in the moonlight, girl," he said. "Soft and pretty and shiny-perfect for shootin' off in."
Joyce sensed that her captor was some kind of hair freak. He seemed hypnotized and insanely fascinated as he stroked her locks gently, lovingly, talking about the way it hung over her shoulders and its silky texture. She wondered if maybe that was all he wanted of her-just to play with her hair. But he had said he wanted to "shoot off in it."
He went on that way, feeling her hair, and she decided a crazed man wouldn't snatch her from the road merely to stroke her hair. Maybe he as planning to kidnap her, or kill her and leave her raped and mangled body here in the trees!
Tears streamed down her cheeks as he went on fondling, purring his admiration for her hair. He even referred to the downy texture of her pussy hair, saying it must be even smoother. He ceased touching her breasts then and began concentrating solely on her hair. Working with both hands, he worshipfully manipulated the black, shining tresses, chanting like a degenerate in a horror film. But this was no film. Somehow, his sudden tenderness frightened her even more than his previous roughness. Was he preparing her for something awful and violent-calming her so he could stick his big cock in her and split her wide apart?
"I smell booze on your breath, little girl," he said. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't drink, you know that? Alcohol dries things up. It'll take all the nice shine out of your pretty hair. Don't try to stop me, sugar. I-"I'm gonna brush your pretty hair and make it nice and shiny." He grunted, shuddering, held her wrist hard and reached over and opened the glove compartment. Not taking his eyes from her hair, fumbling, he withdrew a brush! Then he instructed her to face the other way. Surely, he wouldn't simply brush her hair, she thought. Please help me, God? Don't let him bludgeon me to death with the brush. Don't let him stick the handle up me!
But to her amazement, he began brushing tenderly, with long even strokes. He groaned with admiration as he worked, and she wondered what unspeakable act was about to follow. And then, barely noticeable at first, Joyce became aware that the car was rocking in a steady rhythmic motion. She guessed she knew what he was doing. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw him brushing with one hand and jerking on his big stiff flesh-hunk with the other hand. "Tresses," he kept saying. "Tresses ... tresses ..
As the rocking of the car increased, she considered making a dash for freedom-opening the door and running-but she could not move. Expecting the worst, she sat frozen, paralyzed with fear as he went on chanting and beating his meat.
The old car was rocking so fast now she could hear the springs squeaking. He dropped the brush to the floor then began petting the black tresses more urgently. He turned her so that she faced him and ripped her blouse open so he could stare at her breasts as he groped her hair. The tempo of his masturbation increased to a frenzy and he grunted with each thump of his fist. His prick was very large, but it was crooked like no male organ she had ever seen. It curved off to one side, like a knockwurst.
He bent down, licked her erect nipples for a moment, then said, "I'm gonna come in your hair, little girl. "I'm gonna shoot my goo all over your black hair. I told you I wouldn't hurt you if you let me have my way. I meant it, too. Just you let me do my weird thing. Don't get scared," he cackled. "In fact, you kin watch me shoot my wad if you want. Wouldn't you like to see a man's goo blast out and clump up in your hair? Huh?"
The desperate expression on his face and the fast pace of his jerking off his bent prick told Joyce that probably all he wanted was to come in her hair. Yes, he actually meant what he had said-at least she hoped so. Yes, he was some kind of sex kook who just wanted to shoot his sperm in her hair! Relief and gratitude surged through her as she realized he wasn't going to rape her and he wasn't going to kill her. Still, she would have to be tactful. Instinct told her that the main crisis would come after he had spent his sperm. Then she would have to persuade him she would never, never tell. If necessary, she would have to pretend she liked the act and even make a follow-up date to repeat the weird ritual. Suddenly he told her to bend down.
Apparently she did not move fast enough to please him, for he jerked very hard at her hair until her face was just inches from the dribbling end of his bent hard-on. To her surprise, he did not attempt to stick his prick in her mouth. Instead, he arranged her hair so that it draped over his furry testicles and tentacled all around his rock-hard shaft. He began pounding harder and faster then, grunting like some crazed, demented animal as he stared in abject worship at the dark strands that tickled his balls and pulsing erection.
Eyes bulging, he then began emitting hysterical breath-bursts: "Ah, Ouh, Egh, Ergh, Oh!" he babbled deliriously as his free hand moved the shiny hair about his cock and balls and rectum. And then his prick began to geyser, to gush and fling his scalding, white sperm spurting onto her hair, drenching the long black strands with his sticky fluid. Enraptured, he stared at the white goo against the soft black hair. He continued squeezing at his organ, mopping up every drop with Joyce's shiny hair and he sort of yodeled as he reached his bucking climax. Then he sat upright, lying with his head against the back of the car seat. Joyce huddled against the opposite door, wishing she had a tissue to remove his come from her hair, but she was afraid of triggering some violent reaction from this degenerate. She now had met her first honest-to-god degenerate.
"We kin talk for a while 'fore I let you go, little girl," he gasped. "Unless you'd rather lick the rest of my juice off the end of my dong. Would you like that? Don't play games with me, girl. You don't have to, see? Shit, I know plenty females who love swallowing a man's come. You want to?"
Trying to smile, Joyce shook her head. "Uh-no thank you," she said.
"Betchoo think I'm pretty strange, eh? Well, when you spend as much time behind bars as I have, a guy develops some pretty kinky tastes, see?"
Abruptly, he held his face with both of his hands, obviously depressed, repentant. Joyce said nothing.
"I could go back to prison for what I just did to you, girl," he said. "This was the same as-as rape, I guess. They's say, "Let's send the weirdo back to the joint-lock him up agin. Would you like that, girl?"
Joyce decided to risk speaking. "Y-You kept your promise, mister," she managed. "You didn't do me any harm. You keep your promise to me and I'll keep a promise not to tell. Not ever. All right? Let me go and I won't tell."
She did her best to sound nonchalant, casual, despite the terror that surged through her body. He seemed to be merely resting and thinking now. She wondered what his next move would be.
"Listen, I may be pretty weird, but I sure ain't cruel," he said. "Go on home. I won't hurt you. If you tell your folks, I guess that'll be the end for me, but-well, go ahead and leave."
His hand then stretched in front of her-panic seized her-but he was only reaching for the door handle. Quickly, she slid out, then stood there, staring at him. For some strange reason she felt intense pity for this lonely, weird man. But not that much pity! She turned then trotted toward the main road, crying and running desperately for the safety of home.
She did not know how much time it took her to reach the Reardon house. As she staggered up the driveway, she saw her father's car parked near the garage. Inside, she found her father, a bottle of whisky on the table beside his chair. His face wore a stupid grin and he welcomed his daughter. He was obviously drunk and drinking openly since Norma was not there to control him.
"Where's Denny?" he asked, blinking. "You look horrible, sugar. Your hair-sh a mess. Christ, what've you been doing?" He drooled a little.
Joyce wanted to run and hurl herself in her father's arms, scream out the horror of her experience with the degenerate man, but she knew she should straighten herself up.
"Denny's still at the party," she said. "We had an argument, so I left and came home early, daddy."
"You and your brother arguing?" he said. "What the hell for?" He poured straight whisky into his glass. "Hey, how come you're such a mess? Come here. Let me look at you."
She could still hear the pitiful man's voice apologizing for molesting her. "If you tell your folks, that'll be the end of me. . . ." Somehow, she didn't want the man to get into trouble, at least not to go back to prison.
"I'm going to the bathroom for a second, daddy," she said, trying to sound calm. Til be right back."
"In the john, she studied herself in the mirror. She cringed: Her hair was tangled and all stuck together from her molester's fondling and ejaculation. She looked as if she had been to some wild sexy orgy. From the vodka and all that crying, her eyes were red and puffy. She filled the bowl with water and hastily shampooed her hair. She rinsed it, then dried vigorously, trying to erase every trace of the hideous night's experience. When she returned again to the living room, her head was wrapped up in a Turkish towel.
Her father crinkled his nose, squinting at her and trying to focus his eyes. "What you do?" he asked. Take a bath?"
"Just washed my hair," she replied. And then, without warning, tears flooded her eyes. She had managed to escape from her captor and get home safely. Grateful, all restraint left her, and she threw herself against her father, held him close. "Daddy, Oh daddy," she sobbed in despair.
"If. Denny laid a hand on you," he said, "if your brother hurt you, I-I'll kick the shit outa him. Did he hurt my baby, huh?"
Gently, Joyce reached up and gently shushed her father's mouth with her hand. "Denny didn't hurt me," she said. "No, daddy. We just argued and then I left and walked on home. On the way, I tripped and fell. That's all. Honest."
"BullshitI What did you argue about. Tell me, you hear?"
"I was just in a bad mood," Joyce said, defending her brother. I just wanted to come home and be with you, daddy. It's all over now. Everything's O.K."
Martin Reardon ceased ranting them, obviously pleased that his daughter preferred to be with him. Affectionately, he patted her head and began rubbing her back in a slow, circular motion. "Daddy loves his his girl very much," he said, rubbing her back more intently. "My little girl came home to daddy, eh? Umm, that's nice, sugar."
Joyce felt safe and secure in her father's arms. She kissed him on the cheek and nestled lovingly. His big hand felt good and reassuring against her as it moved down to the small of her back and lingered there briefly before it slid up under her blouse and continued stroking bare, smooth flesh. Joyce felt a warm, tingling sensation run up her spine. Breathing faster, she slipped her own hand onto his chest where his bathrobe had parted and ran her nails lightly along his furry chest. When he unclasped her bra and began rubbing harder over the entire length of her back she thought nothing of it.
"You're still daddy's baby, aren't you?" he said. "Yep, and you're all grown up now."
"Yessss, daddy," she purred, palming his chest more urgently. Even after her earlier hideous experience, she felt herself being aroused. Yes, it was odd, but she felt that same secure and loving feeling she often felt with Denny. Her father's hand inched from her back to her breasts, then softly massaged them. To her astonishment, she did not resist and, glancing down, she saw her father's erection bulging against his bathrobe. Swallowing, she found herself wondering what her daddy's prick looked like. She had never laid eyes on it. She tried to cast the thought out of her mind, but despite herself she wanted to touch it-maybe do even more to it! Was it because of that strange man masturbating in her hair, she wondered. True, his crooked organ had repulsed her, but at the same time the sight of his spurting prick and his desperate need had touched something off deep within her being. Something maternal? She did not know, or care!
Her daddy was fondling her breasts with one hand while his other hand pleasantly explored her tummy-moving steadily lower and nudging her pubic patch. Very slightly, she spread her legs, curious to see if he would actually touch her pussy. Suddenly, fear seized her and her body stiffened as she considered the consequences of her father's sexual advance.
"Here my li'l sweetheart," he said abruptly, as though sensing her fear. You better take a little sip of this and calm down. Go ahead, honey. You'll feel better if you take a little belt."
For the second time this evening Joyce felt the scalding heat of alcohol in her throat. There was the lovely warmth, too, as the alcohol began flowing through her veins. And then she felt good again-the way she'd felt at the party! Her father's hand still played with her titties, moving also nearer and nearer her dampening vagina. This alcohol was a miracle drug all right. All her fear had left!
She found herself mewing as she spread her legs still wider to bring his hand in contact with her moistening nest. "Dadd-eeee" she moaned, as he began running his finger up and down the length of her damp, then gushing indentation, toying with her clit as he pressed harder against her nipples with his other hand.
Both of them breathed fast and hard now, and Joyce knew there was no return from the course they were taking. They both sensed this. "It's so wonderful to be close to you this way," Joyce moaned. "Daddy, you make me feel so good. It's all right for me to feel this way, isn't it? What we're doing isn't wrong, is it?"
"You know it's all right," he grunted. "Your feelings tell you it's nice, huh? No, daddy wouldn't lie to you, dear. It'sh perfectly all right, honey."
"I'll keep it a-a secret, though, daddy. A secret?"
"Yes, baby-keep it a secret...."
Now that they had established that what they were doing was perfectly all right, yet confidential, Martin Reardon's hands began moving without hesitation and uncertainty. He worked his hand up his daughter's skirt, parted her trembling knees forcefully and began massaging her wet slit and clit harder, urgently. He even parted his robe, revealing his naked, stiff and thick hard-on.
To Joyce's amazement, her father's hard-on was as stiff as any erection she had ever seen! Then it wasn't so that older men's penises didn't get as hard as younger men's! This delighted her, for her father's cock stood proud and eager, ready to probe into cunt-heat Joyce spasmed, then bent down and planted a kiss on the bulbous, dribbling head of the meaty monster. She longed to keep his respect, and therefore she tried to disguise her experience. But she wanted to nurse on her daddy's hard-on, suck it hard-just as she had sucked Roger's and Denny's. She teased his balls, trying to gather courage to go down on him.
She was grateful when he began applying pressure to the back of her head. She bent forward, took the head of the stiff meat between her eager lips and began working slowly, deliciously, up and down. She wanted to suck him off just perfectly-give him the best blow job in the world. Because he was older and more experienced sexually, she felt she dared not displease or disappoint him. Soon, she guessed she was giving him a good blow job, because he murmured: "Umm, what a good girl! What a perfect li'l sweetheart." His voice was very distant. "Keep it up ... don't stop ... that's fine, Joyce. You're sucking daddy's prick very, very nicely."
And then he was promising her all kinds of crazy, drunken things-presents, money, his undying love and devotion. She loved hearing these words as she took his prick as far back as possible into the depths of her throat and listening to his grunts and felt his hands harshly directing her tempo and the depth of his penetration.
Spurred on, she cradled his furry balls in her hands and jiggled them as she licked and gulped on his hard cock. Then, to her surprise, he suddenly stopped her sucking efforts, hastily carried her over to the couch and slid her panties down and over her ankles. He tossed the panties aside, lifted her legs just below the knees and lifted until her cunt and ass became a sort of platform.
"Dadd-eee," she breathed. "Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"
Her knees were up and pressed against her shoulders as he stared in awe at her spread cunt and rectum. She loved the thought of offering her daddy everything she possessed ... letting her daddy have anything he wanted from her. She loved the look on his face as, moaning, he went on staring with lust-crazed eyes at her pussy.
"A-Are you going to fuck me, daddy?" she asked rather timidly.
"Yes, sugar," he panted. "But first daddy's gonna kiss your tight, pretty snatch-that beautiful cunt-and then daddy's going to fuck you. Would you like that?"
"I would, daddy, but I've never been fucked before. I never had it done to me before. Please don't hurt me, daddy?"
He cackled, then emitted low, groaning sounds and promised to "stab you easy, baby ... I want to make your first fuck nice and-and memorable."
She realized that he was not as drunk as she had guessed, because he slid his silken robe under ass so they wouldn't stain the couch. "I promise it'll feel good, hon," he said, "even though it might hurt just a little in the beginning."
She stared up at the ceiling then, tossing her head a bit from side to side. At last she would know how it felt to have a man's prick inside her-daddy's prick, toot-and the idea had her vagina gushing torrents of lubricant. His prick shoved hard against her juicy, virginal cavern, forcing its way into her eager channel. She was about to be fucked!
"Oh, daddy!" she sobbed. "Fuck me ... yes, fuck me!" And her own voice sounded strange and childlike to her ears."
"Don't worry, sugar," he rasped. "Daddy's gonna fuck you good-just right. Ugh ... pretty soon it'll be all the way inside you."
He had hold of his shaft, staring at his own thick member as it pried into the tight, virginal folds of his daughter's love channel. Then, abruptly, he ceased the pressure, stopped pushing. He withdrew the big prick, denying her, and gasped: "Before I stick it all the way in, sugar, I better lick it a little and make it feel even better."
He scooted down, and then Joyce felt her daddy's tongue gulping at her pussy; swallowing sounds filled her ears as he threatened to gulp her cunt lips down into his throat. She could easily tell he had licked more pussies than any of the boys she had fooled with. He was like an animal, and his tongue found special places that gave Joyce more pleasure than she had dreamed was possible. Briefly, she felt embarrassment as her father's greedy tongue settled into her rear entrance. But it was heavenly and she involuntarily reached down and parted her buttocks with her hands, spreading her ass cheeks as far as possible so her daddy could lick and gorge himself there, tool Finally, after she had almost come, he raised up and began once again working his stiff prick into her cunt. He was pressing hard, very hard, and then she felt a sharp pain that brought tears to her eyes as her father ended her virginity with one slick and mighty stroke! The word deflowered actually popped into her head, and then the aggressive, jabbing cock plunged into the depths of her, into the hilt, and Joyce knew that at last she had become a woman of the world. She let out a long groan, ending in a little squeal, and then she began pumping and raising her ass steadily to meet the driving meat that speared so urgently.
No, her father had not split her apart, as she had feared at first, for gradually there came blessed elasticity as her inner chasm stretched to accommodate the hard-on that pierced, stabbed, impaled the depths of her vagina. But he was rough-much rougher than she imagined even an aroused male might be while fucking-and several times she begged him to go slower.
He apologized, but he stabbed just as hard anyway. "You can't get pregnant, sugar," he kept repeating. "No, I had an operation, so you c-can't get pregnant ... don't worry ... nothing to worry about. Just fuck your daddy ... fuck, sugar...."
She realized then that she had subconsciously feared getting pregnant. Her father was very wise indeed, for he removed this lingering fear from her entirely, permitting now to provide him with a totally uninhibited, all-out fuck. She locked her mouth to his and pounded his buttocks with her heels. In a matter of minutes, she was raking his back with her fingernails and driving her tingling pelvis at his slamming cock with total abandon.
"Fuck me hard, daddy," she rasped. "Fuck me ... fuck me! It hurts, but it feels sooo good. Stick it way up inside ... harder ... harder!"
Her father's claws clutched both cheeks of her ass roughly, tugging the smooth, quivering butt savagely at his intruding and swollen tool. She begged him to fill her up with his "goo" and his thrusts became rotating and piston like as pelvis rammed pelvis, their pubic mounds scraping and grinding together in furious intensity. Joyce felt she might scream out hysterically as the intense pleasure deep within her scalding and dripping cunt rose and multiplied. Then she could actually hear the wet squishing sounds as her father spread her hard and steadily, making her juices gush down and into the crack of her ass. The robe beneath her was drenched with their combined juices.
Yes, daddy was fucking every drop of love-juice from her and begging for more. He even stuck his middle finger up her sopping-wet ass hole, wagging the finger hard back and forth as he fucked like a demented demon. For an instant, she felt she might come from this delicious sensation, the gnashing of the finger and the cock against her fleshy partition driving her to the brink of passing out from the pleasure.
Ahhhh ... both holes!" she screamed. "Oh, daddy! Dadd-eee!" And the hoarse and savage obscenities in her ear rose, exciting her beyond belief as she held his hips and pulled her father to urge him to still greater thrusts into her seething cunt.
At last, Joyce realized that there was nothing dirty about what they were doing. Fucking was beautiful ... something everyone was born to do! She became delirious then, muttering words and thoughts she had never before dared to think, much less utter. She told her father that she had always wanted his prick, had always wanted his big dong inside her pussy. She said she had prayed for her daddy to fuck her ever since she could remember. At first, she thought she had merely gushed these innermost secrets as the result of vague dreams she had experienced-long ago, as a little girl-but then she realized she had indeed always wanted her father for her own ... had always wanted daddy to fuck her. It was as if she spewed forth long held secrets from deep within her unconscious. True thoughts!
She was at the peak of ecstasy then, babbling, insane, begging the erect flesh-spear never to stop, always to keep driving, because she was almost there- her first come by a prick. A near convulsion seemed to wrack her young body as wave after wave of indescribable tingling, all-relieving pleasure-current washed over her entire body, bringing blessed relief, jolting her to the core before catapulting her heavenward.
"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, seeing star-like specks and flashing colors and, weirdly, even the demented man who had come in her hair was fucking her there along with daddy....
Her father was yelling in a voice, not his own, as his body bucked to completion and he sent his sperm into her womb. "Shoot it inside me!" she urged. And he cried, "Com-ming in my little girl's cunt ... ahhhhhh!"
They both lay shuddering, and Joyce clutched her father's buttocks hard against her, eager to drain his balls of every trace of swirling come-seed, way up inside of her without any of the love-juice going to waste. She was amazed that she could not feel the individual spurts of his sperm. She had always visualized and imagined that male's pearly love-cream could be felt as it squirted inside a pussy. But it did nor! Still, the mere thought of daddy's love-juice pouring into her loving, wet darkness, into the welcoming pussy-heat, was lovely to imagine.
Her father's shuddering weight still on top of her, Joyce sobbed, saddened by the fact that his proud erection was dwindling at last. But it was draining- the load had filled her and it was draining-and this thought compensated somehow.
She had been shuddering out the aftermath of her orgasm for several minutes before the first guilt and intense remorse struck her. She saw that her father felt guilty, too, as they moved about in silence, cleaning up the evidence of their fucking. She noticed a small blood stain on her father's bathrobe, where her buttocks had lain, proof she had lost her virginity to her father.
She watched him gather up the stained robe, then walk naked to the bathroom. He said he would wash it with cold water....
Immediately outside the living room window, Denny slowly clenched and unclenched his fists. He had been standing there for a long time, witnessing his own father fuck his own sister. For a moment, he thought he might vomit, but he somehow managed to stifle his gagging. He stared up at the stars questioningly, waiting for his father and sister to make themselves presentable before entering. He felt certain that he hated his father more than any thing or person he had ever laid eyes on.
Norma was happy when her daughter, Denise, arrived. But Denny and Joyce took an immediate dislike to her "uppity," superior behavior and promptly dubbed her The Duchess. Mainly, they didn't like her sharing the same room with them, because it seriously curtailed their sexual activities.
But the siblings disliked Denise for many reasons. She avoided Landon Pond, saying it was "filthy," and she detested Denny's and Joyce's friends because they were crude and ungrammatical. True, she was pretty enough-long auburn hair and striking green eyes- but it was hard to believe such an obnoxious girl could be the daughter of Norma Reardon.
Their new guest spent most of her time indoors, having long dramatic talks (she overacted a lot) with her mother, reading romantic novels, or taking long walks with Frederick, the Reardons' dog. She and Frederick became inseparable, which amused Denny and Joyce who secretly believed she was having an illicit affair with the animal. Also, even though Denny and Joyce were disappointed in their father's lifestyle, they resented Denise's open and vicious criticism of him.
One day, two weeks after Denise's arrival, Denny and Joyce returned home earlier than usual from their play at the pond. As they wheeled their bicycles into the garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks, stunned, then amused. In the darkness of the garage, Denise had been holding Frederick's muzzle between her legs, forcing him to lick her pussy! As the garage door opened, illuminating the garage, they saw her with one leg up on a low shelf, tugging at the dog's collar and commanding him to "Make me cornel" She even held a jar of boysenberry preserves that her mother had made and obviously had poured the sweet jam into her cunt to entice (and keep) Frederick doing her bidding.
Sighting Denny and Joyce observing her-caught with the dog's muzzle between her legs-she immediately shrieked as if she had been attacked and scolded the naughty dog who had so flagrantly invaded her privacy.
Finally, exerting maximum dramatic ability, she turned on Denny and Joyce. "Just what sort of sex-crazed beast have you trained?" she screamed. "Why this-this fiendish thing just attacked me. I've never- but never-observed anything so disgusting in my life!" She pretended to shudder in abject disgust, then kicked Frederick. Totally bewildered, the dog slunk over to the darkest corner of the garage and lay down, sighing deeply.
Denny and Joyce both giggled hysterically, holding their stomachs. Finally, they sputtered and spasmed to a halt. "Yep, we're master dog-trainers!" Joyce said, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks. "All we do is let out a special whistle, and then Frederick goes in the house and gets a jar of boysenberry preserves. Then he shoves us in the garage, puts our legs up on that shelf and then licks our thing-a-ma-jigs while we try to fight him off. Yep, he's sex-crazed all right. Very bright, too. He should be in the circus or something!"
"Or maybe a whorehouse," Denny said.
"Make that the F.B.I." Joyce added.
Denise scowled, as though unable to comprehend what she was hearing. "You certainly don't believe- for one instant-that I would voluntarily permit that-that animal to do something like that to-to my body, do you? I mean-really] I suspected that you were both complete and utter degenerates, but this clinches it."
"How come you're so upset?" Denny said. "I mean, if you like Fred here to lick your pussy, who cares?"
"Sure, we won't reveal your precious secret," Joyce said. "Why should we? Frederick probably likes it even more than you. But why don't you let him screw you dog-style? Why should you get all the relief and-and leave Fred horny. Yep, you oughta let him mount up once in a while."
"Stop that filthy-minded talk!" Denise screamed.
"Look, your secret's safe with us," Denny said. "Glad to see The Duchess is human after all. Frankly, we didn't even think you had a pussy."
Glancing back and forth between them, Denise's voice was low when she spoke very conspiratorially. "Y-You promise you won't tell anybody?"
"Hell, no," Denny said. "Why should we?"
"Believe me," Joyce said, "there's plenty of things a lot weirder than you and Frederick going on around this house. Welcome to the club."
"Hey, now that we know you're human right's are gonna be a lot more interesting than they've been since you first arrived. Maybe we can fool around together again when the lights go out, eh Joyce?"
Joyce nodded, laughing. Finally, after two full weeks, she had come to grips with her guilt feelings over fucking her father ... and she and her daddy were able to look each other directly in the eye again. She still felt guilty over not telling her brother about the incident, but naturally there were some things you could not breathe a word about to anyone.
Denise was eyeing them both suspiciously. "Just what do you mean when you say there are plenty of things going on around here? Anything to do with my-my mother's husband? Your father? I have a reason for asking."
"Oh?" Denny said casually. "What's your reason?"
"Because your father-h-he fucked me ... two years ago when I was visiting here your father robbed me of my virginity!" she blurted defiantly, as if to punish them for discovering her that way with Frederick. Don't you see? Your father practically raped a fifteen-year-old virgin!"
"Yeah?" Denny said. "Probably the same way Frederick took advantage of you."
"And I bet the young virgin liked it, or she wouldn't have let him fuck her. Hmmm, she didn't even tell anyone. Were you hoping he might-uh-rape you again this summer?"
Denise wagged her head in disbelief. "Nothing shocks you two weirdos, does it?"
"Not unless it's a mature female who coaxes dogs into licking their cunts. Tell you what," Denny said. "You keep the rape incident hush-hush, and nobody will ever know you go around seducing household pets, okay?"
Denise's nostrils flared. "You two are nothing but dirty little blackmailers!"
"True," Denny said. "Just don't squeal on our dad. He might be a little strange, but he's still our dad."
Denny was surprised at his own display of loyalty after what he'd witnessed between his father and his sister.
Joyce stared at her brother in admiration.
Denny savored his sister's admiring glance. Yes, he realized he had matured considerably when he had finally decided to forgive his father. After all, he was not totally blameless himself. He had slapped Joyce that fateful night she had been attacked by the freak on the deserted road (She had told him about that incident, but not about fucking their father) and even more important he had been fucking Norma. Yes, he wondered how Denise would take the news that he had been fucking her mother! But he would not divulge that information to Denise anytime in the foreseeable future. Huh-uh! Nor to his father, for Martin Reardon might fuck his own daughter and his own step-daughter, but Denny doubted he would tolerate the fucking of his own wife by his son. Not likely.
It was far too complicated already and he didn't want to make it any worse. Everybody seemed to have gone sex crazy in this house. It seemed that everybody was fucking and sucking everybody else, the dog included, and he decided once-and-for-all to keep certain secrets to himself.
"Very well," Denise said. "It's a bargain. A pact. I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me."
Later that same night, their father again passed out and Norma asleep beside him, Denny crawled into his sister's bed for the first time in weeks. He didn't care whether Denise was asleep or not. He was certain that catching her with Frederick's snout in her snatch insured him and Joyce freedom-total unrestricted movement. The lips of The Duchess had been sealed but good!
Joyce snuggled close the instant Denny crawled in beside her. "Umm, it's nice having my lover-brother beside me in bed again," she cooed.
She squeezed him affectionately and hard, wrapping her legs about him and shoving her silken nest against his already erect prick. "I got a rubber," he whispered, then put it under the pillow momentarily so he could work on his sister's titties with both hands. Their lips pressed together, parted, and then they played delicious tongue games while Denny ran his eager hands all over his sister's lush and smooth body. Lovingly, he palmed her ass and coaxed her nipples erect, playing with them for a long time while he told her how much he adored her. After much foreplay, Denny scooted down, engulfing each ivory beauty in his mouth, first the right, then the left-nursing, gobbling, listening to his sister's appreciative moans. He had learned much from Norma and made loud, sucking noises, because he guessed most girls liked to hear boys munch and gobble at their tits.
After a long time, he inched his hand slowly over her rib cage, fondling the well-defined and lovely protrusion of her tummy, then tickled her navel and upper legs before toying with her silken cunt. Joyce breathed hard and fast. She took his cock and balls in both hands.
"I love you, Denny," she murmured. "No matter what happens, I'll always love my darling brother. Someday I-I have to be honest with you, though. Th-there's a few things I-I have to tell you."
As he rippled his fingers over his sister's cunt, Denny was glad that his sister wanted to be honest with him. He respected her for that, even though she could not yet bring herself to telling him that she had fucked their father.
"I love you, too," he sighed. "More than anyone, and-and I have some things to tell you . . . but later...."
He palmed her soft pubic mound and went on sucking her nipples. As he did so, Joyce continued milking his stout wanger, tugging like it was a hunk of taffy. Her hands were a bit rougher than they had been before they arrived in Walden Flats, but somehow his sister's calloused hands felt even better than Norma's smooth fingers against his delicate foreskin and sensitive cock-head as Joyce slowly jerked him off and whispered dirty words lovingly in his ear.
As she worked methodically that way, Denny let his hand dip into his sister's honey-hole and fluttered all three fingers against her inner, softer, more delicate pussy lips. Moaning louder, Joyce gripped his hard-on in a viselike grip.
"Is it possible that your prick is getting bigger all the time?" she asked. "I swear you've grown a full inch."
"I guess it just knows that pretty soon ifs gonna slip inside your hot, juicy puss, sis. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Joyce ... forever]" "Me, too," Denny," she breathed. "Oh, just think! Tonight you can come with your prick inside of me."
She cradled his balls then, in both hands, then uttering a little squeal, threw back the blanket and covered his balls with ravenous, wet kisses. She fell hopelessly in love with her brother's almond-shaped testicles that hid deep within his flesh sack. In deep admiration, she slowly laved them with her tongue, then drew each one into her mouth and nursed carefully, adoringly. Denny guessed the sensation must be the same as when he took his sister's cunt lips and sucked on them.
"God, Joyce!" he groaned loudly, a tingling current running from his groin and up his spine to the top of his head. "Do you really like sucking on my balls?"
Her mouth full of her brother's flesh globes, she could only gurgle a muffled reply. She was attempting to get his entire scrotum into her mouth and having some trouble. After a little while, she gave up and simply licked, teasing her brother's ass hole with her fingertips, like their father had done to her.
Boldly, she rose from his genitals then and straddled him, sliding all the way until she sat on his chest. There, she tantalizingly parted her cunt lips and offered her gushing slit to her brother's waiting mouth.
"Denny?" she asked timidly. "Would you please lick my cunt, would you? Suck on my clit?"
Eagerly, Denny clasped her buttocks in his hands and, tickling her ass hole as she had tickled his, gulped all the love juice he could swallow from the squishy cunt, then flicked and lashed at her clitoris with his tongue.
Joyce realized she could easily come that instant, told him so and forced him to stop. She wanted to make this lovemaking last; she didn't want to come too soon, not yet. Gasping slid back down over her brother's chest, leaving a wet trail all the way down to Denny's engorged and pulsing hard-on. She gripped the stiff meat in her hand and used it for her own pleasure then, rubbing the dribbling head back and forth against her erect clit, cunt lips and ass hole. She felt a near overwhelming desire to sit down hard on the bone-hard prick that pressed at her rear entrance. But she decided it might not fit, even though she would like it up her bung hole. Besides, her brother's prick belonged in her vagina this first time, she thought.
Denny was getting desperate to fuck, Joyce could tell. He had been denied too long, and they had done practically everything else, and now he needed more than anything to sink his flesh spear into his sister's heavenly cunt hole, feel it probing high and hard into the depths of her. After seeing her fuck their father that night, he knew that his prick was slightly larger than his, and this thought excited him, for he would be stabbing into areas of cunt-heat his father's organ had not been able to reach. True, he could not be the first with Joyce, but at least he would have the satisfaction of fucking Joyce differently than any other male had fucked her. Yes, he was glad and proud that his prick was bigger than his father's.
Denny considered several positions, then decided he wanted to on top, just as his father had been. Yes, then Joyce would be forced to compare, and know who fucked the best! He would drive hard into his sister's pussy, with her legs high against his chest, just as father had done.
He was lucky to have been taught fucking lessons by Norma, and he knew he was far more experienced at fucking than Joyce, who had experienced just the one fuck with their dad. He had learned to fuck with the woman on top, but he wanted his sister flat on her back, her snatch rising up to meet his pelvis thrusts. Somehow it seemed more male to be on top, pinning the object of his lust-his sperm captive helpless beneath him-while he stuck and fucked her hard and good for as long as he wanted.
What was it that made a girl so clumsy-helpless-beautiful when she lay with her legs apart? Actually, they looked sort of ridiculous in that position-all spread and graceless-as they got paid back for all the times they had teased men. Yes, girls had been teasing and tormenting him all his life, sitting so primly with their knees so close together, permitting just little glances or little "feels." And their tits! Hell, they always had their boobs half hanging out to drive men mad!
But men could even the score once they got them flat on their backs with the their legs apart. Yeah, then you could really clutch their asses and tweak their nipples and fuck them hard and steady and they couldn't get away or tease you then! Huh-uh. That's when you fed it to them and listened to them moan and finally got even for all the years of making you wait with your balls aching while they flit-flitted around, making you so horny you could rape them.
But of course he loved his sister and he didn't really want to abuse her or belittle her. Still, there was maybe a trace of that feeling of hostility there now as he turned his sister over onto her back and began forcing entry into her steaming pussy an inch at a time. Without haste, savoring the hot wet hole, he guided his gristle-hunk slowly into the tight aperture. The intensity of his lust, his almost sadistic thoughts as he slid his prick between his sister's legs, alarmed him a little. He had never before experienced such conflicting emotions simultaneously. Then, those feelings disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared, and he felt nothing but love and infinite gentleness toward his sister, his beautiful female, Joyce, his loving sister who was yielding at last.
He held her legs high, making her look ridiculous, awkward, yet strangely graceful. "Joyce! Joyce!" he gasped, fucking her now, fucking the way his father had fucked her-but plunging deeper-and once again he heard the same sounds and saw the same facial expressions he had observed that awful night when he had become filled with hate and envy and despair that his own father was fucking his own sister.
But now she was calling: Denny! Denny! instead of daddy! daddy! He hoped fucking him was not the same to her as fucking their father. But, no, he thought, that couldn't be. "I'm sinking deeper, fucking her harder than dad fucked her. Despite the hindrance of the rubber he wore, Joyce's pussy felt slick, wet and hot. But he envied what his father had described as his "operation,'' for he yearned to shoot his come up into her twat, too, just as father had done. But he could not ... he dare not come inside her.
The bed springs squeaked in a beautiful and steady rhythm as he drove his meat wedge harder and harder into his sister's cunt. She wanted it hard, because she kept telling him: "Harder, Denny . . . fuck me hard, hard!" And pelvis met pelvis-clashing, crashing in furious frenzy, sex-crazed abandon. Denny had his fists under her ass now, to raise her up higher so he could stick her harder and deeper....
They had thought Denise as asleep, but suddenly she began pleading from her own bed across the room. "Please, you two!" she begged. "Hurry up and f-finish-or s-stop! You're driving me crazy. Hurry! I'm shaking all over and my pussy's dripping wet!"
Denny loved the idea that his fucking was arousing still another female. "Agh! Agh! Agh!" he rasped loudly to torment Denise. He hoped she would finger-fuck herself as he fucked his sister. But the thought promptly fled from his mind, for at that instant Joyce announced she was coming. He had been holding back, just as Norma had taught him, but now he drove savagely and managed to let his load fly a few seconds later so that they reached the heights together. As he emitted huge, deep gasps he clasped his hand over his sister's mouth to silence her ecstatic screams. Then they lay tightly clasped together for what seemed half an hour, murmuring promises of lifetime devotion and love and talking about how good their first fuck together had been.
"We took an awful risk," Joyce said, finally. "Dear-ling, don't you think you'd better go to your own bed now?"
He kissed her, pressing his new erection against her leg, but she said they would fuck another time-to "call it quits" for tonight. He could not persuade her to fuck again, so he rose and collapsed into his own bed.
After several minutes, Denny said, "Can't I come over and fuck you once more?"
"No, Denny," Joyce said in a strange voice. "In fact, all of a sudden I feel terrible. I-I've been thinking maybe we should never do it again together. Do you understand? I know it sounds awful, but-but think of the c-consequences, Denny."
"So what?" he said, remembering Joyce with their father. "We got a good thing ... why give it up?" He wondered if she would turn down her father, and anger surged through him.
"I'm not sure, Denny. I-I just know there is something terribly wrong about our doing that. I think I better wait and discuss it with you once we're on our way back home. Yes, on the plane... .Yes, I'll talk to you on the plane about it...."
Denny pulled off the loose rubber that clung to his flaccid penis. He said nothing, and in a few minutes he fell fast asleep.
From the moment the three of them awoke the next morning, Denise stuck close to Denny. Finally, in the back yard, Denny tired of her stalking him like some kind of sexual prey. He turned on her.
"Hey, what the hell's gotten into you, Duchess?" he asked angrily.
She winked. "I want you to come to my bed tonight," she cooed. "I wanna show you something Afferent-something you've never experienced before."
Denise simply stared at him, trying to conceal the lust she still felt from listening to Denny's loud and passionate screwing. Yes, she had resolved to douse the fires of desire that raged within her own craving body. She had decided to initiate Denny in the art of anal sex, but she gave no hint as to the nature of her lust.
Denny just gawked at her blazing, green eyes, wondering what had gotten into her-or not gotten into her! How could he fool around with her in the same bedroom with his sister-even if he wanted to fuck her? Yes, The Duchess had changed, for sure. She had really dropped her phony, sophisticated front. Despite himself, throughout the rest of the day he kept imagining sinking his meat into the cunt of his sexy-but-arrogant step-sister. "Different," she had promised. He wondered what she meant by different. Maybe the planned to have Frederick in bed with them! He could not get Denise off his mind. It would be another female conquest-three in one vacation! He loved Joyce, deeply and truly, but she had implied they should never fuck again. Didn't he have a right, then, to explore other avenues of relief? Yes, he decided. It was his birthright-as a male. He had to chuckle at his own reasoning, but he knew he would like to fuck Denise.
Before dinner that evening, he informed Joyce of Denise's proposition, testing her reaction. To his amazement, she advised him to go ahead, and she reaffirmed her own decision not to have sex with him again! Again, she promised to give him all her reasons once Walden Flats was behind them.
Denny took Joyce at her word and, later that night, when the lights were out and the house creaking silent, he stealthily tiptoed across the room to Denise's bed.
Denise quickly flung the covers aside. I've been waiting for you, Denny," she said excitedly. "Come on. Climb in. We belong together, Denny," she whispered lustfully. "Denny and Denise. Yes, we belong together. I listened to you last night, and I'd guess you're a pretty good fucker. You're worthy of me, Denny. Aren't you glad?"
Denny cared nothing about his step-sister's arrogance at the moment. All he cared about were her tits, and her hot pussy that he could sink his cock into. To his joy, she seemed every bit as expert and horny as her mother. Already naked, Denise tugged at his undershorts until they were off. Then she began deftly rolling his dripping hard-on between her hands, complimenting him on his "bee-yooo-tee-full prick." She was a terrific French-kisser, her tongue nearly gagging him as she ran her fingers ticklingly all over his cock and balls. "Umm, a really neat prick," she said. "We're really going to have fun. You can do anything you want to me, but try to wait until I tell you what to do. I know more about sex than you, Denny."
Soon, she flung her leg so that her heel rested on her hip, and as they lay on their sides she directed his hand to her waiting cunt. "Suck on my nips for a while!" she commanded. Even in bed Denise tended to be very bossy, for she dictated the exact speed and pressure of his mouth on her titties and his finger against her pussy. He let her have her way, because her hand on his prick felt too good. Why argue? he decided.
"First, we'll sixty-nine," she said, "and then I want you to fuck me in the ass," she instructed casually. "Many of the boys I date back East like to fuck that way and I know you'll find it gratifying, Denny. Just trust me, dear."
Jesus, she's a sex technician! Denny thought. She had their bed session all carefully planned out, with her in command. Well, it would be a different land of sex trip, Denny decided. "Uh-why not fuck you in the cunt?" he inquired. "You sore down there or something-from Frederick?"
"Don't be silly!" she said. "It's because I didn't bring my contraceptive pills with me, that's all, and I don't want to get pregnant. Anyway, you don't want to use an old rubber again, do you? One of my boyfriends, Jimbo, says fucking with a rubber's like trying to take a bath with your underwear on."
Denny had to laugh, despite the skilled massage on his cock and her twat shoving against his probing finger. "Yeah, that's sort of true, I guess," he said.
"Listen, Denny," Denise whispered very softly, "I want us to make a lot of noise. Fuck noise. Okay? We don't have to scream and wake everyone up or anything, but I want Joyce to hear us grunting and moaning, you know? I want her to feel all frustrated and left out-the way I felt last night listening to you guys fucking. Please?"
She was a sickie all right, Denny thought, but then he welcomed her getting up on top of him, so that her cunt was hovering over his face. He didn't care what she requested at this point. He would do anything she said-absolutely anything] She took his cock into her mouth then and began sucking skillfully, greedily, taking those slurping, sucking sounds. They were in sixty-nine position and he slid a finger into her cunt as he licked her clit and stared at her tight little ass hole that had accommodated so many young males from the East. Crazily, he wondered how it could still be so tight looking. She had a big snatch for a girl still in her teens, he thought, comparing her with Norma. Suddenly, sighing, she reached back and indicated she wanted his thumb up her ass as they sixty-nined. He complied, and he now had a finger in each hole as he sucked her clit.
She kept repeating: "Good, Denny . . . nice . . . ummm ... Yes, do it to me everywhere, Denny!"
Sometimes Denny got carried away with the feelings assaulting his prick, as Denise licked and sucked, and he would momentarily cease working on her. Then, she would practically shriek and force him to exert steady pressure. He wondered what Joyce was thinking ... if she was awake....
"Very well," Denise said after perhaps ten minutes of mutual genital licking. Now, Denny, I want you to fuck me in the ass-doggie-style. You're going to love it, Denny. But be sure to stick your cock in nice and slow. You must remember that an ass hole isn't a pussy."
Denny tried valiantly to get his cockhead into the tight ass hole. Finally, he got the head inside and it was smooth fucking.
"Ahhhh!" Denise moaned. "Purr-feet. I love it up my ass. Almost better than anything. Nice and tight, huh? Boys love it when I grip their pricks with my ass this way. There ... you like that? Feel good, Denny? Huh? It drives boys out of their minds and I love it-half hurting and half coming all the time."
Denny had to admit that he did like it-almost as well as fucking a cunt or getting sucked off. Mainly, it was different. He fucked that way, holding her hips hard for leverage. She wagged her ass back and forth fast and hard, making the bedsprings squeak even louder than last night when Denny had fucked his sister. He began to slam his pelvis very hard against the cushion of her ass cheeks, stabbing his hard-on as far as it would go up into her innards. Twice he even hurt her slightly and, to his surprise, this pleased him.
She was pressing her hand hard against her clit as he fucked her back door, getting off that way while he banged her butt hole and listened to her and listening to her monologue about how good it felt.
Suddenly she squealed, "Okay, now blow your nuts .. . fire your wad, baby . . . squirt your sperm fishies up my ass and let 'em swim!"
She knew all the terms, it occurred to Denny-some he had never even heard before-but her crude language turned him on. Denny thought of himself as a male stud then, giving this poor, desperate, horny female the cock treatment she had to have. Wheezing, gasping, he drove his prick like a jackhammer into the velvet-soft channel, jolting her so that she fell forward onto her face and lay gasping, taking everything he had to stick her with. Roughly, he held her that way, with the back of his hand hard against the back of her neck and prick-stabbed her ass with every ounce of his strength. Yeah, The Duchess was pinned and helpless now, he realized. Nothing superior about her nowl She was nothing but a drooling, frothing-at-the-mouth female taking anything and everything he wanted to deal out to her. As he fucked, he was astounded at his own dormant hostility that now surfaced in almost sadistic frenzy. He was a sexual madman, but he didn't care.
Her orgasmic wail came then, and it was pitiful and delicious music to his ears. He jolted her, rocked her still harder, savoring her shuddering sobs. And then his sperm came tickling up from his balls and blasted into her innards. Grunting, he fell forward hard onto her then, still keeping his prick up there in the heat of her. He made his cock jiggle with his muscles, making sure all his come drained from his rod. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off.
"You're really a splendid fucker," Denise complimented him when he returned. It's a pity you have to leave for San Francisco tomorrow. We could fuck maybe four or five times every day.
Denny wasn't sure he would like a steady diet of anal sex, but he was pleased that this older girl appreciated a true cocksman when she tangled with one. Swaggering a little, he returned to his own bed.