Chapter 8
At the sound of the once-familiar voice something deep and painful seemed to give way in Lucy's stomach. For a moment she couldn't believe her ears. It wasn't Dan, she thought blindly. As much as it sounded like him it still wasn't; it couldn't be; she would have heard the truck in the driveway, his heavy footsteps pounding through the hall. For the past years she had assumed, thankfully, that she would never see her husband again as long as she lived.
"I said what the fuck is GOING ON!" the voice shouted, even more angrily.
A deep shudder ran the length of Lucy's spine, making her skin goosebump and her cuntal walls contract reflexively around the aching stiffness of her son's bloated organ. Lucy lowered her eyes and looked into Garry's face. Garry wasn't looking at her at all. Instead he was staring past her body at whatever was behind them, and as he did so his whole face contorted in an expression of simple terror. The feeling in Lucy's stomach worsened; she bit her lower lip and made a futile effort to control herself. Then she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder. Immediately her eyes widened to the size of pinball bumpers, and her lips parted in a gasp of utterly indefensible fear.
It was her husband! Dan was standing directly before the bed, staring wide-eyed at the incestuous spectacle that lay before him on the mattress. Behind him the door to the room was wide open; next to it lay a bundle of obviously hand-picked daisies, carefully tied together at the roots with a pale pink ribbon. Dan was apparently on the verge of a fit of pure rage. His massive fists were clenched at his sides, so tightly that Lucy could see his knuckles whitening even as she watched him. His whole body seemed-to tremble with the uncontainable force of his fury; his expression was a feverish mask of anger and shock.
"Dan," Lucy murmured softly. She bit her lip and tried to think wildly of an excuse. "Oh, Dan ... please ... give me, a chance ..."
"You're fucking our own kid," Dan muttered softly. The meaning of his words seemed to startle him; he quavered as he spoke them, and for a moment he even seemed to reel under their impact like a punch-drunk fighter. Then the force of his outrage returned. Dan gritted his teeth and shivered and took a menacing step towards the bed. "I come all the fucking way home and I find you in the sack FUCKING OUR OWN GODDAMN KID! YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!"
"Dan!" Lucy squealed. She bit her lip and stared at her husband in terror. He was obviously out of Control now, so furious that he was capable of anything; she recognized the curl of his lips, the wide, enraged expression in his eyes. "Dan, please ...!"
"You shut your fucking mouth!" Dan bellowed. He stood next to the mattress and stared at his wife's and his son's naked bodies, and then at the obscene spectacle of Garry's blood-engorged member enter of Garry's blood-engorged member entering his mother's gurgling vagina. "I can't believe this," Dan muttered. He shook his head and almost laughed. "I fucking cannot believe my eyes ..."
"Dan ... " Lucy whimpered pleadingly.
"You couldn't wait could you?" Dan said. The degree of his anger seemed to have taken on chameleon-like proportions, expressing itself differently every second ... bitter one moment, shocked the next, capable of murder by the third. "I dump on you, I'm gone for one fucking lousy year and ... and you can't find any goddamn men. So you fuck our, own kid. I can't believe this. What a horny motherfucking WHORE!"
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She winced at the sound of his hatred and glanced protectively at Garry. Beneath her her son's face was a mask of helpless fear. His cheeks were sheet white, his eyes were enormously wide. The only part of him that still seemed capable of life was his cock; Lucy could still feel its swollen length beating stiffly inside her body, chafing against the inner walls of her pussy. Lucy shuddered and turned her head back to her husband. She knew what was going to happen next, she thought ominously. She knew exactly what it was, and there was no getting away from it. Dan was angrier than he'd ever been in his life.
"Couldn't wait, just couldn't wait," Dan repeated vaguely. He raised his eyes and stared at Lucy contemptuously. "You know what this is going to do to him, don t you? You know what the books say. This is going to fuck him up for the rest of his life."
"Dan, that simply isn't true," Lucy pleaded softly.
"I told you to keep your fucking mouth SHUT" Dan screamed. He stared at Garry's throbbing prick and giggled strangely, obviously on the verge of complete madness. "You fuck our own kid! You do it to you fuck your own son! Goddamn ... goddamn little glitter slut, damn ... GODDAMN SLOPPY CUNT!"
At the, hatred in her husband's voice Lucy closed her eyes and winced. This was unbearable, she thought, she couldn't take this any longer. Shaking with fear, she lifted her leg and prepared to disengage herself from the spearing impalement of her son's erection.
"DON'T MOVE!" Dan bellowed.
Lucy shivered and turned her head back to him. Then her throat thickened, and she felt herself gasping with a strange mixture of horrible fear and a wanton excitement. There was a big lump in her husband's pants. She could see the bulge seeming to increase in size every moment, growing in a long stiff tube down the inseam of his thigh. Dan had a big erection.
"You don't fucking move," Dan muttered. "If you try to move again I swear to Christ I'll slit your goddamn throat."
For a moment longer the massive truck driver continued to stare at his wife and son on the mattress. Then something seemed to give inside his body, making his fists unclench and his lips curl in an insanely intense smile. Dan caught Lucy's eye and laughed wickedly. Then he fumbled with his belt buckle and quickly began to remove his pants.
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. "Oh my God ... what do you think you're doing?!"
"You stay right, where you are," Dan muttered. "You move one inch and I swear to God I'll slit your fucking throat."
Dan giggled feverishly and kicked off his heavy shoes. Then he slid both his pants and jockey shorts over his legs and stepped out of them, leaving himself completely naked. A deep blush coursed through Lucy's face, making her skin goosebump and the walls of her vagina contract reflexively around the blue-veined stiffness of a her son's erection. Dan's cock was huge. It stood out from his loins like a length of iron thick and long and absolutely hard, pipe, bobbing and twitching luridly against his navel. She could see the rock-hard stiffness of it even from a distance, the way the mushroom-shaped head was completely filled with blood. Dan held the base of his bloated organ tightly in his fist and grinned wickedly. Then, as Lucy continued to stare at him in stupefaction, he climbed quickly on the mattress. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and stared hungrily at her body, admiring the backs of her long tapering legs, the slender vee of her back and the plump, succulent cheeks of her ass. A heavy groan parted his lips; behind her back Lucy could see the shaft of his swollen member twitching with arousal. Dan lifted his hands and gently touched the bare cheeks of her buttocks. Then he dug his fingers into them and savagely spread them apart, exposing the sizzling cleft of her lass and the puckered ring of her anus.
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She grimaced fearfully and made a vague attempt to writhe away from her husband's powerful grip. "Oh my God ... Dan, what are you doing!"
"Oh, do you have one nice little asshole," Dan murmured. He giggled strangely and simply stared at her rectum, as if he were admiring a precious jewel. "Nice and small and tight, . . just the prettiest little asshole in the whole wide world!"
"Dan, stop it!" Lucy squealed helplessly. She felt her cheeks coloring with the humiliation of his words, and she bit her lip in an effort to subdue herself. "Dan, oh God, Dan, please ... what are you going to do!"
Dan said nothing in response. Instead he only smiled menacingly and moved his hand into the cleft of her exposed buttocks. His fingers touched the rubbery sphincter of her asshole; for a moment he seemed only to want to fondle it, titillating it gently. Then he stiffened his finger and thrust it savagely into the small puckered ring, sodomistically invading her rectal tract.
"Unhhhhhgggghhhhhh!" Lucy grunted. Her face contorted in an expression of she winced and drew back her lips to bare her teeth. She could feel his finger thrusting violently up into her rectum, and already it hurt her. But that was nothing compared to the size and thickness of his big throbbing erection ...
"Oh my God!" Lucy shrieked. As Dan continued to thrust his finger through the rubbery grip of her bowels a deep shudder coursed up her spine, making her lips part and her eyes widen with terror. He was going to do that to her, she thought wildly; he was actually going to fuck her in the rectum! Lucy gasped and, looked towards her son. Garry's face was still a mask of fear. He was, obviously much too frightened to, do anything to help her. Lucy grimaced and shut her eyes. Then she began to writhe wildly on top of her son's body, doing everything she could to free herself from the eventuality of her husband's so domistic ravishment. "Stop it, Dan, stop it!" she shouted fearfully. "No, Dan ... unggggghhhhhh ... stop it, you're hurting me!
"Stop it . stop it this instant stop ... ohhhhh ... nnnnnngggggg..."
"You got it coming, baby, really got it coming," Dan murmured. He chuckled and there was no pain, only a low, insistent continued to work his finger through Lucy's forbidden orifice a moment longer. Then he pulled it savagely out of her sphincter and dug his fingers violently into the milk-white flesh of her hips. Lucy could feel his warm breath panting against the nape of her neck now, the warm animal closeness of her torso pressing into her back; she could tell just by feeling him next her husband was easily capable of anything. Dan dug his fingers harder into to her buttocks and squirmed closer to her, until the spongy head of his erected prick hovered luridly at the sizzling cleft of her ass. An obscene groan parted his lips; behind her Lucy could clearly sense his heavy breathing. Grunting, Dan flexed his hips and lifted his loins until the mushroom-shaped glans of his member touched the puckered ring of her anus. Then he violently contracted his buttocks, driving the first several inches of his blue-veined stiffness into the rubbery grip of Lucy's virgin rectum.
"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy grunted. She gasped loudly and fell onto her son's chest, overwhelmed by the first invasion of her asshole. For moment there was no pain, only a low, insistent throbbing that emanated fro deep inside her bowels. Then she felt the first agonizing spasms searing through her rectum. "Stop it, Dan, awwwww God, stop it!" Lucy shrieked. She bit her lip and flushed crimson with her pain, almost weeping aloud as her husband continued to drive his swollen member into her tightly puckered sphincter.
"Dan! Take it out of me, unggggghhhhhh! Take it out! Stop it! Ohh pleasssssss ..."
"So how long you been fucking him, huh, Lucy?" Dan muttered sadistically. He clasped his arms around his wife's slender waist and continued to thrust his engorged member into her, embedding inch after inch of his meaty thickness into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "How long you been fucking our kid, huh? I'll bet you really dig it a lot, don't you? Don't even matter that he's your own son, does it? Just another big hard-on to a horny little bitch like you!"
"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy moaned. Her cheeks reddened at the shamefulness of her husband's words, and she made a last desperate effort to free herself from the impalement of his dick. Then Dan delivered a particularly savage thrust into her asshole, and the last restriction in her rectum gave way; suddenly she felt every inch of his throbbing erection buried deep up inside the rubbery grip of her anus. Lucy grunted and gritted her teeth in an effort to suppress the spasms that coursed through her bowels. But it was impossible. She could feel Dan's massive prick completely inside her, the shaft of his member distending the fleshy lips, of her anus to the bursting point, the spongy head spearing deeply into her body. "Stop it, awwwww, God, stop it!" Lucy shrieked. "Dan! Take it out of me, Dan!
"Awwwwwww! God you're killing me with it! Take it out! Awwwwwww awwwwwwwwwww, awwwwwwwww ..."
"You're going to love this, baby," Dan muttered. "Whores like you just love getting fucked up the ass. You're going to love every goddamn stroke."
"Stop it, Dan, awwwww, God, stop it! Unggggghhhhh! You're hurting me! Take it out! Un-gg-gh-hh-hh, oh God; oh, oh ... awwwwrrrrrrggggghhhh ..."
"Ahhhh," Dan sighed. For a moment he hesitated, savoring the clinging warmth of his wife's rectum. He could feel the powerful muscles of her anal sheath contracting instinctively around the bloated stiffness of his cock, and the sensation was incredible; it was as if her asshole had a mind of its own, as if it were forcibly trying to tug his aching erection all the way up in her bowels. Dan moaned and bit his lip. Along the underside of his prick his testicles were tight and hard; he knew it would not be much longer before he had his orgasm. Wincing, he withdrew his turgid shaft from the hot buttery depths of her anal fissure until only the mushroom shaped glans parted the puckered lips. With one violent movement of his hips he drove it all the way back in again. Then he furiously began to move his body behind the rounded cheeks of her ass, rhythmically fucking her rectum with long jarring strokes of his blood-engorged member. "Fuck her, Garry," he muttered hoarsely. He winced and intensified the rhythm of his movements, reaming out Lucy's virgin asshole so hard that the bed shook beneath them. "Come on, fuck her pussy!"
Garry whimpered and shook his head no.
"Come on, Goddamn it!" Dan shouted. He grimaced angrily and clasped his fingers around the dangling globe of Lucy's right breast. Then he held it up in front of Garry's face and squeezed it so hard that the milk-white flesh wilted under his fingers, making Lucy squeal with pain between them. "You want me to tear her mother fucking tit off? Fuck her! I said fuck her, right now!"
Garry hesitated only a second longer. As Lucy looked down at him she could see her son's innocent face contorting in ,humiliation; his eyes were as moist and red as if he were about to cry. Garry lifted his hands and gently held his palms around his mother's hips. Then he quickly began to spear his throbbing prick, u into the ppouting lips of her moist pussy, fucking her, hair-fringed cuntal slit even as his vicious father continued to pound his massive member mercilessly through the rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Harder!" Dan grunted hoarsely. He wrapped both his hands around Lucy's swollen mammaries and began to milk them luridly in time with the rhythm of his fucking, making her nipples distend stiffly against his palms. "Fuck her harder! Unhhhhhh! Fuck her every bit as hard as you can!"
Immediately Lucy felt the movements of her son's tumescent organ quicken inside her hair-fringed fissure. Then they were both fucking her as hard as they could, pounding the meaty thicknesses of their two-pronged cock into her helpless body in an animalistic frenzy of sodomistic lust. Lucy groaned miserably and made a last effort to writhe free of her husband's powerful body. But it was useless. He was much stronger than her, capable of tearing her from limb to limb with his bare hands. He could do anything absolutely anything he wanted. Lucy moaned throatily and let herself relax between their two sandwiching torsos. Then she closed-her eyes, relinquishing herself to the sodomistic ravishment of her virgin rectum. The pain in her ravaged sphincter had long since subsided. The walls of her anus had loosened around her husband's engorged member, adjusting to its huge size and thickness. Now, as he continued to pound his throbbing prick repeatedly, into her, Lucy felt nothing more than a dull, insistent throbbing. But the physical sensations were nothing to the shame and humiliation she felt at being abused this way. Lucy whimpered and bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from sobbing. He was raping her, she thought bitterly. He'd caught her in bed with her own son. He didn't understand at all, he didn't even try to understand, and now he was just fucking her up the ass as if she had no more spiritual worth than an alley dog. It was his idea of punishment. He was punishing her for having sexual intercourse with Garry, punishing her by raping her in the asshole. It was the most embarrassing thing Lucy had ever had to endure in her life.
"Oh God," she moaned. As Dan and Garry continued to ravage her body with the shafts of their hardened members Lucy felt something seem to collapse deep inside her mind. Her cheeks flushed bright red with shame and humiliation; her eyes widened and moistened with tears., Then she was crying uncontrollably, sobbing out warm tears of misery and despair into the thin hairs of her son's bare chest. "Oh God she repeated, "oh God... you animal ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... awwwuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhh ..."
"Ungggghhhh! Harder!" Dan grunted savagely. He winced with the pleasures of anal intercourse and began to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly into Lucy's ravaged sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle obscenely as pockets of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. " I said began to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly into Lucy's ravaged sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle obscenely as pockets of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. "I said fuck her harder, goddamn it!" he repeated. Dan glowered at his son and again dug his fingers menacingly into the swaying-orb of her right breast. "You don't . . nn-ng-gg-hh ... do what I tell you, her tit comes right off. Harder! Harder!"
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh," Garry moaned. He shuddered from head to toe, grimacing with agonizing desire as the hair-fringed lips of his mother's pussy clasped wetly around the throbbing stalk of his swollen prick. Lucy felt his hands clasping around her hips. Then Garry managed to move his hips off the bed a little faster, darting the blue-veined stiffness of his organ into her dripping fissure as hard and fast as he could.
"You love. that, don't you, baby?" Dan muttered sadistically. He chuckled and delivered a particularly savage thrust of his dick into her defenseless rectum, embedding every inch of it into her ravished bowels. "You love every fucking stroke ... you just love to get fucked up the ass, don't you? Don't you?"
"Oh God ... you bastard, you ... nnnggggh ... you son of a bitch!" Lucy squealed angrily. She gritted her teeth and blushed crimson, struggling furiously to prevent herself from crying anymore. "Awwwww ... you bastard," she hissed bitterly I'll never forgive you ... ungggghhhh ... for this, as long as I live, I swear to God I'll ..."
Suddenly Lucy's vengeful epithets died in her throat. For a moment she was not sure why she had stopped speaking. Her lips parted, and her eyes became dull and glassy; her expression was an absolute blank, listening intently to the sensations emerging from inside her body. Then a shocked gasp emerged from her throat, and her eyes opened as wide as they would go. Oh my God, Lucy thought; oh my God ...
She was actually beginning to enjoy it! The pain in her rectal sheath had disappeared completely. Instead it had been replaced by a low, irresistible pulsing that was not painful at all. No; it was extremely pleasurable, and with every thrust of her husband's meaty erection into her puckered sphincter the pleasure was growing more intense by the moment. She could feel both of their cocks inside her now, thrusting deliciously through the most sensitive orifices of her body. Her husband's big stiff prick embedded in her anus, her son's even larger member shooting through the clinging warmth of her cunt ... they, filled her up completely. It was the most incredible pleasure she had ever known.
"Oh no," Lucy whimpered softly. She widened her eyes and listened intently to the sensations of pleasure raging and coursing through her loins. She knew she could not possibly allow herself to show her husband her pleasure. If she did that he would have won completely; he would treat her with absolute contempt from then on, and she would be unable to prevent him from acting, out his most depraved fantasies. Lucy winced and bit her lip as she struggled to restrain the mounting passion trembling through her genitals. No, she thought frantically. No, she couldn't, she just couldn't, couldn't ... couldn't ... couldn't ...
But then the pleasure grew to irresistible proportions. A convulsive shiver ran the length of Lucy's body, causing the muscles of her cunt and rectal sheath to contract spasmodically around the driving shafts of the two-pronged cocks. For a second longer she tried to resist the raging heat growing and swelling in her body. Then she moaned softly and gently began to buck her hips, shamefully thrusting-the jiggling cheeks of her rounded buttocks into the stabbing impalement of her husband's throbbing erection.
"Sheeeit," Dan grunted. He grinned with sadistic relish and intensified the rhythm of sodomistic fucking, spearing his blue-veined stiffness faster and harder into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "You like that now, don't you? You fucking little bitch! You like it when I fuck you up the ass!"
"Ohhhh," Lucy groaned. Her cheeks flushed pink with her wanton arousal, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. "Harder ... nnnnnggghhhhhh do it harder ..."
"Fucking bitch!" Dan muttered contemptuously. He embedded every inch of his bloated organ inside her ravaged bowels and deliberately contracted the muscles of his loins, making the meaty shaft jerk luridly within her anus. "Say you like it, goddamn it! Say how much you just love being fucked up the ass!"
"Ohhhhh," Lucy groaned helplessly. She wriggled her buttocks and began to buck more frantically between them, unable to bear the salacious force of her anal desires. "Ohhhhhhhh God, do it harder ... unngggghhhh ... awwwwwwwwww ... unhhhhhhhhh ..."
Then it was as if a balloon had collapsed within her, eliminating the last vestiges of inhibition and restraint that remained within her conscious mind. Lucy mewled throatily and began to pound her buttocks much harder between the sandwiching bodies, needfully thrusting her rectum into her husband's aching organ. Then she was gyrating between them in an animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking them as hard as she possibly could.
"Say it," Dan repeated proddingly. "Say it."
"Fuck me!" Lucy burbled hotly. The shameless obscenity burbled uncontrollably from her lips. Lucy mewled and grimaced and locked her milk-white thighs around her son's hips, groaning as she felt another inch of his blood-engorged member thrust into her hair-fringed pussy. "Harder ... unh, unh, unh; fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as, you can! Awwwwww, Dan; awwwwww, God! I can feel it! I'm going to cum ... unh, unh, fuck me, fuck me, make me cumm ..."
"Jesus," Garry moaned.
Suddenly Lucy felt the shaft of her son's aching erection swell to rock-hard stiffness within the pouting lips of her cunt. A wave of agonized desire crossed Garry's face, tightening his lips and making his eyes roll luridly with the forbidden delights of intercourse. Then the creamy white torrent of his semen burst from his spongy cockhead. The load of his sperm was enormous, more than he had cum in days. It shot and gushed out of his cum slit again and again, filling the sheath of his mother's pussy completely and running in an obscene stream down the ivory smoothness of her inner thighs.
That was more than Lucy could stand. As her son came inside her vagina she felt Dan's cock grew even harder in her anus, stretching the walls of her rectum to the point of bursting. Then every muscle of her body tightened instinctively, and Lucy realized she was on the verge of her orgasm.
"Awww God, fuck me!" she squealed.
Lucy grimaced and parted her full lips, unconsciously letting her tongue loll out of the side of her mouth like a thirsty animal. Then she dug her knees into the mattress and drove her buttocks into Dan's hips in a wanton frenzy of sexual heat, wanting every inch of his bloated member embedded in her rubbery bowels. "Fuck me, Dan, fuck my asshole!" she whimpered hornily. "Ungggghhhh! Harder, Danny, do it harder; I'm cumming! Ungghh! Unggghhh! Fuck me ... AWWW WWWW, GOD, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING! UNNNNGG- GGHHH! UNGGG HHHH, UUUUMMMIII IIINNN GGG ... GGGGGG ..."
The sweetly consummating spasms of orgasm wrenched -through Lucy's body again and again and again. Almost at the same moment her husband groaned and thrust every inch of his erection into her rectum. Then the molten load of his semen shot out of his cock, filling her bowels to repletion with his ivory white cum. Lucy mewled softly and licked her lips. Then she relaxed on top of her son's sweating chest and dreamily closed her eyes. A glowing pink flush emerged in her cheeks, spreading across her entire face. Almost before she knew it she was smiling.
She was actually happy, Lucy realized, as happy as she'd been in her life. She knew she should be angry with Dan for abusing her, but she knew at the same time that she wasn't. It wasn't his fault. He had the wrong impression; when she explained it to him, she was sure he'd understand. Dan had always had such a quick ' unreasonable temper. Pretty soon he was bound to calm down. She could soothe him then, and then their family would be closer than it had ever been before. Sex would hold them together, Lucy thought knowingly It was the secret bond between them, the shared pleasure that would make theirs the most stable household in the whole town. The taboo against incest was so ridiculous; how could people seriously forbid something that felt so good and did no one any physical harm? Sex was the most beautiful pleasure in the world ...
Suddenly Lucy remembered what she'd seen in the doorway upon her husband's unexpected arrival. The flush in her cheeks grew girlishly shy and bashful; for a second she almost wanted to giggle. Why, she thought, how silly of her not to have noticed! Dan wasn't going to leave her again. It was obvious now that he loved her as much as he had on the day of their wedding. Of course he did. He'd even remembered to bring her flowers!