Chapter 10
Lydia hurried Jane back to the small room where she had left her clothes. Jane was still naked but Lydia told her to wait a moment and in less than a minute she had returned with a pair of fresh black bikini panties, a scanty mesh bra and a sheer nylon robe which she draped around Jane, concealing none of her attributes. She also gave Jane a hair dryer and told her to hurry and get ready. If she were a good girl, she could play with Mindy later.
Jane was surprised at herself for finding the offer so appealing.
Jane dried her hair quickly and lay back on the bed. She was still horny as hell and she wasn't sure that she could wait for this man. The door was closed and nobody was watching her. Certainly it wouldn't hurt anything if she just slipped her hand down under her panties... It felt so good when her fingertip pressed against the little cunt button! Jane rubbed it briskly and closed her eyes. She braced her shoulders against the mattress and arched her hips up to meet her hand. She rubbed her finger faster. She could feel her body coming alive. It felt so good when she did it! Oh, if only there was time...
Barney Eldred's attitude had done something to Joe Hartley. Ordinarily, Joe wouldn't have given two shits about walking into a strange whorehouse in a strange city where Mildred would never find out about what he was doing. But all Barney's secrecy had finally gotten to him and Joe had actually gone to the trouble of getting himself a pair of dark glasses and a black hat before venturing into Aunt Lydia's neighborhood. Joe rationalized it by telling himself that he had to be particularly careful when the police were out looking for his daughter. He knocked on the door the way Barney had told him. When a voice caned out "Who's there?" he grumbled that it was "Foxey". The door opened.
"Why we're delighted to have you here, Foxey," Lydia said, welcoming him in. "You'll love this little girl that we have for you," she added. "She's very new in this business but she's learning very quickly. I'm sure that you'll appreciate her. Do you want to leave your coat here?"
"Yes," Joe grumbled, slipping out of his coat and giving it to her. Although he had originally planned to at least check into a motel just to keep up appearances, Barney had convinced him that it was perfectly safe to sleep over at Lydia's. Nobody had ever been robbed in her house-she saw to that-and that way he could have more than one girl if the spirit moved him. Lydia took his coat and hung it in the hall closet. "I'll keep these on for the moment," Joe said, hanging onto his hat and sunglasses. Lydia did not question him. She was used to men who were eager to protect their reputations. If this guy wanted to wear a hat to bed, it was all the same to her.
"Nice place you got here," Joe said, looking through the parlor door and eyeing the girls who were sitting there. He hadn't really felt particularly horny but the sight of an those half-naked girls was beginning to turn him on.
"Your girl is upstairs," Lydia told him. "We've got her all ready for you. But perhaps you'd like a drink before you go up to her? Maybe you'd even like to take a bottle up with you?" Joe told her to forget the bottle but that he would take a drink. She led him into the parlor and he sat down and waited for her to fix it. The girls in the room giggled at him but didn't come over to him. They knew that he was waiting for the new girl, the minister's girl, the one they had heard so much about.
Lydia gave Joe his drink and he sipped at it slowly. He didn't need the liquor to get him in the mood but he enjoyed looking at all these girls. Christ, maybe he'd bring another one or two of them upstairs before the night was out. He'd brought plenty of money, and anyway, the prices were pretty damn reasonable, considering what he had to pay that dumb secretarial twat down at the plant. So he was determined to enjoy himself. He settled back with the intention of getting a little ripe before going upstairs, just to spice things up a bit. His cock was already getting hard and he had half a mind to can one of the girls over and have her give him a few jiggles. He was raising his glass to his lips for a second long pun when he heard something that stopped him.
A man's voice was crying out that he was about to sin someone with the love of God. "Oh, please don't be offended," Lydia cautioned, seeing Joe start. "That's a clerical gentleman who comes here to minister to the girls. Most men of God would be ashamed to be seen in the company of people like us," Joe rose from his chair, "but this one is a man of character. . . " Lydia said weakly, seeing that Joe was already on his way into her private parlor. "Foxey! You can't go in there!" she cried, but she knew that she was already too late.
"Cotton Salter! By God, this is a surprise!" Joe Hartley bellowed as he pushed back the door and saw the minister lying naked on the couch. "Well, Reverend, looks like I'm not the only one in Martinsville who gets horny." Joe laughed loudly.
There were two girls with the minister, one of them kneeling beside the couch with her head in Cotton Salter's lap, licking the swollen joint which rose perpendicular from his body. The other girl was standing on the couch above the minister's head. She had been squatting down over him with her crotch in his face. He had been sucking at her clit, nibbling the inner pussylips, and jabbing his finger up her cunt. The minister still had the stiff white collar around his neck but was otherwise naked.
"Well, Minister, maybe if I talk to the elders they'll install some pussy in the rectory for you. Looks like you need spiritual renewal to keep your thoughts on God!" Joe could hardly get over his amusement at having caught the minister with his pants down. That pious bastard was going to tread a little lighter around Martinsville after this. Not that Joe gave a shit if the minister wanted to get laid. Hell, that just proved that he was human. But Joe had been burned shitless by the way the minister carried on with him about being a bad parent and all. Now there wouldn't be any more of that shit. Now Cotton Salter was going to get it back, tit for tat, if he ever opened his god damn mouth with Joe.
"Guess you'll excuse me; Reverend Salter," Joe grinned. "I'm on my way upstairs to get laid with some new kid they got decked out for me special. Maybe you can can have her after I finish," Joe joked, "if you don't mind getting sloppy seconds!" He slapped his thigh and burst out laughing again. "I swear, Salter, you're the damnedest sight I ever saw!" Still choking with laughter, Joe backed out of the room and left the minister in peace.
Joe had noticed the look of concern on the minister's face but he had simply thought that the minister was embarrassed and ashamed to have been caught by someone from his congregation while he was sporting in a whorehouse. Joe thought nothing more of it and, in fact, hardly cared what Cotton Salter did with his spare-time, just as long as he didn't bother him. Maybe he could even trade girls with him later. Salter certainly didn't have the look of a man who was going anywhere in a hurry, not the way he was lying with his pants down and his bone up.
Lydia saw Joe coming out of the private parlor and decided that the best thing to do would be to get him upstairs right away. She didn't like to have men who knew each other meet unexpectedly in her house. It caused complicated problems sometimes. She wanted to get this "Foxey" upstairs where he would be out of the way so she could go in and talk to Cotton. In the back of her mind, Lydia was asking herself where Cotton had gotten this Jane, but that would have to wait until later. Right now it was more important to make sure that Foxey and the minister didn't cause a scene.
"It's the second door on the left," Lydia told, Joe, pointing to the second-story landing and guiding him up the stairs. Joe thanked her and proceeded on his way. After seeing the minister, he actually felt more comfortable in this place. Shit, when he got back to Martinsville maybe he could even tell his friends about it, and about the minister. They sure as hell wouldn't care what Cotton Salter did on his nights off.
Joe stopped outside the door that Lydia had indicated. She was still watching him from the bottom of the stairs. Joe pointed to the door and Lydia called, "That's the one." Joe nodded to show that he understood. He pushed the door open slowly. He was still wearing his hat and sunglasses, even though the light was dim in the house. As the door opened, he saw the girl on the bed.
She was lying with her head back against the pillow and her eyes tightly closed. Her legs were spread wide apart and her hand was beneath her panties. She was giving herself a handjob and she was almost finished. He could hear her moaning, he could hear her orgasm coming. "Ohh!" the girl groaned as her thighs suddenly twisted from side to side and locked her hand between her legs. "Jane!" Joe Hartley cried in disbelief. His hand knocked the hat from his head and he ripped off the sunglasses.
Jane looked up and saw her father. His voice had come through to her, through the quick flash of ecstasy. She sat up on the bed, her face was twisted with confusion. She was joyful for her salvation. She was mortified by what he had seen her do. And suddenly she felt so naked. She saw the way that he was looking at her. She twisted toward the sheet and struggled to find something to cover her body. The bed had been made too tight and she could not pull the top sheet off. Instead, she was forced to grab the pillow and hold it in front of her. She felt very uncomfortable about the way that her father was looking at her. His eyes had fixed on her breasts.
But only for a moment. Hartley's mind was racing to shift gears. It was true that when he had walked into the room he had been ready to fuck. It was true that at first, in that split second before there had been the recognition, he had been delighted that this raunchy bitch was already diddling herself and getting her box creamy. But then he had seen who it was. The feelings of lust vanished and instead all his deep parental concern once again took control of his mind and he raced to his daughter's side. He put his arms around her, ignoring her efforts at modesty. He held her and kissed her and hugged her so tight that her bones almost cracked.
"Jane! Oh, God, Jane! We've worried so much about you! Oh, Jane, what happened to you?" he cried without thinking. For the moment it was enough just to see her. For the moment he hardly cared what had happened to her and why she was here. It was enough to know that she was alive and safe and that nobody would ever harm her again. He would see to that! Perhaps he had been a bad parent to her, perhaps he hadn't given her enough attention. Well, he vowed that he would do better in the future, even if it meant no more dirty stories down at the club on Sunday afternoon. No, from now on he was gong to be a real father to her. He was never going to let anyone hurt her again.
"Oh, Daddy," Jane cried as she broke down in tears and clung to him. His love for her was so overwhelming that she could not be embarrassed by the nakedness of her body. "Daddy, it's so good to see you!" Jane cried. She was so choked with emotion that she could hardly add anything to it.
"Oh, Daddy, it's so good. . . "
They held and comforted each other and let their joy express it in glad tears. Joe was sobbing like a baby, even though he had always considered himself to be a tough man. But now, seeing his own little girl again, it was just too much for him. He didn't care what anyone thought. He loved Jane. Damn them all to hell if they couldn't understand that!
But finally .as they began to shake off that first overwhelming joy, Joe asked his daughter what had happened. He could see that it had been a frightful experience for her. He had forgotten for the moment just where they were or why he was here-or what he had expected to do with the girl lying on the bed. "What happened, Jane?" Joe asked. He did not want to say anything to hurt her. He remembered how Reverend Salter had suggested that she might have run off on her own, that she might have been seduced by some young lover and abandoned to a life of shame. He didn't want to ask anything that would upset her, anything that she would find too hard to face. If she had gone out and gotten laid, well, hell, that's something any healthy girl could do. He certainly wouldn't ever hold it against her. He hoped that she could understand that. He knew that their meeting might be a very deep shock for her.
"Oh, Daddy," Jane started to talk but immediately broke down in tears. Joe patted her on the back as her breath came in deep sobs which choked off the words that she was trying to get out. "Daddy... He raped me... He held me prisoner, and the dog. . . "
"God!" Joe Hartley cried, instantly grasping the meaning of her words. It was even more horrible than he had imagined. "Who did it, Sugar? Who raped you?" he asked, losing control now as his anger swept aside the joy. "Sugar, don't be afraid, it's all over now. . . But tell me, tell me who did it. I have to know, Sugar. .. So he can't hurt any other little girls."
Jane started to talk but again her tears drowned out her voice. Joe held his daughter tightly to comfort her, patiently waiting for her evidence. He would kill the man who had done this to his daughter, even if it meant spending the rest of his life in jail for it. At the moment he didn't care. "Daddy. . . " she said, getting control again. "Yes, Sugar, who was it?" Joe asked. "Daddy. . . " she gasped again. "It was Reverend Salter!"
"Salter?" Joe cried, releasing his daughter and springing to his feet. He didn't wait to ask her a second time. "That sonofabitch!" Joe cried, tearing the door open and racing to the stairs. "Salter, goddamn you, I'll kill you, you motherfucker!"
Even before Joe Hartley's feet pounded down the stairs, the girls from the parlor had stuck their heads out into the hallway to see what was the commotion. The men who had been with them discreetly stayed behind. Lydia heard her client and rushed from the kitchen to prevent an incident, but Joe knocked aside the bottle in her hand and rushed to the private parlor. The door was locked from the inside but a quick kick shattered the frame of the door and sent it flying into the room. Hartley stepped through it with his fists clenched.
"Salter, you motherfucker!" Joe cried as his eyes searched the room. The two girls were sitting on the couch, one with a stiff white collar around her neck and the other with a black clerical jacket draped over her shoulder. It took Joe a moment to notice that they were both pointing to the open window. "Bastard!" Joe cried, seeing where the curtains were blowing in the breeze. In another moment he had reached the window and had sprung through it onto the ground outside. He looked in both directions. There was no one in sight. Behind the house he could hear the sound of an engine starting. He ran toward it and saw that it was only a sailor. Still, he stopped the car. At first, the sailor was reluctant to roll down his window for this madman but when he realized that Joe wasn't flashing a badge he decided that half-way might be safe. "Did you see a minister?" Joe asked the kid.
"Shit, mister, he left here five minutes ago, like a bat out of hell. He was parked right back there," the sailor said, pointing to a spot behind the house. "Must have had the devil on his tail," the sailor observed philosophically. "I've never seen a minister in a whorehouse before. Live and learn, I guess. But shit, mister, let me get the hell out of her before the MP's come. I'm AWOL."
Joe stood aside and let-the sailor go. He trusted what the sailor had said, even though there wasn't any particularly good reason why he should trust him. He walked to the back of the parking lot and saw the deep ruts in the gravel where the minister had been parked. He had left in a hurry. There was no telling which way he would go.
The only thing to do was to get back to the house and question Jane. He looked up and saw the back door opened for him. The madam was standing there, beckoning him to come in. He'd have her in jail before the night was out, Joe decided? Martinsville was across the state line. There were still laws in this country and he'd see to it that they were enforced. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a woman, he would have grabbed her and wrung her neck. Joe stormed back inside the whorehouse and saw that Jane had come halfway down the stairs. She was still wearing the transparent dressing gown and he couldn't help notice how beautiful her body was. "Well?" Joe demanded, turning to the madam. "What in hell do you have to say?"
"Perhaps we'd better go into the parlor," Lydia said coolly. Joe looked around and saw that all the whores were watching. "Jannie," Lydia said, looking up on the stairs. "Perhaps you'd better get your things on for now." Jane looked to her father to see if he had any conflicting instructions. Joe just stood there shaking his head and Jane decided that it would be best to get dressed. She hurried back upstairs to get the clothes the minister had given her. "Won't you come into the parlor, Mr. Foxey, or whatever your name is!"
Joe heard the name and it hit him like a slap in the face. "Hartley, damn it, Joe Hartley," he told her in an effort to make it clear to her that he was not ashamed of his name. He wanted to add that the girl in the bedroom was his daughter but the whores were watching him with such interest that he decided to wait. He followed the madam into her private room. "Send Jannie in when she comes down," Lydia told the other girls. "Now, Mr. Hartley, perhaps we should have a talk."
The two girls who had been with Cotton were still sitting on the couch, as if they expected his imminent return. They did not try to cover their naked bodies when Joe looked at them, although the girl with the black coat over her shoulders giggled a little. "Heather, you can close the window," Lydia told her. Heather got up and did as she was told. "Now," Lydia said, looking at the girls with severity. "Where did your client go?" They again pointed to the window. Lydia continued to look at them intently and Heather explained. .
"After he saw this man," she explained, pointing to Joe, "he started to act funny. Gosh, I was sucking his dick and I could feel he was ready to come, but he jumped up and started looking around the room for his clothes. He just got his pants and his shirt and he didn't even wait for his collar. Gosh, how's anyone going to know he's a minister if he doesn't have his collar? Then he just opened the window and said he'd be right back. Is he coming back, Lydia?"
"I don't think so," Lydia said.
"I'll break his fuckin' ass if he does!" Joe cried.
"Please, Mr. Hartley, not in front of the girls!" Lydia scolded, trying to keep the decorum. "Girls, go back to the living room," Lydia ordered. "I'll talk to you later. Now, Mr. Hartley," Lydia said as the girls left, "what is going on here?"
"What's going on!" Joe demanded. "You ask me? I find my daughter in a whorehouse, she says she's been raped by a minister-and a dog, goddammit!-and you ask me what's going on?"
"Your daughter!" Lydia said with alarm. "Why that's. . . Oh, it's all that minister's fault!" she cried, neglecting to tell Joe of her own part in the scheme and leaving him to believe that she had innocently procured work for a girl in need. After all, the girl didn't know about all the arrangements. Cotton was the only one who knew. And Lydia knew that Cotton Salter was already long gone. She expected that it would be a long time before they would see him back again. Her little secret would be safe. "Oh, I just don't know what to say, Mr. Hartley. Oh, that nasty minister! Why he told me that the girl had fallen into hard times and that she needed to make some money. Why, I thought that I was doing her a favor! Certainly I wouldn't do anything to hurt your daughter, Mr. Hartley. You can talk to any of my girls there, they can all tell you what good care we take of them."
Joe listened but it didn't make much of an impression on him. He still wanted to kill the minister but the madam didn't mean much to him one way or the other. The door opened and Jane came in. He was stunned by the sight of his own daughter. She was wearing a black dress that he had never seen before. In fact, he could almost see right through the dress, except where her black bra and panties blocked his view of her clear white flesh. He felt his lust returning. Why, Jane looked like a new girl! He struggled to control himself and tried to remember everything that had happened.
"Come on in, dear, and sit down," Lydia said to Jane. Although Jane was feeling confused by everything that had happened, she did as she was bid. She looked nervously at her father, wondering if he knew yet how willing she had been. She wondered if the madam had said anything about Mindy, how she had caught them together, or about any of those other things that had happened with the minister. She could see that her father was angry at the madam but she had a feeling that if he knew the whole truth of what had happened, he would also be angry at her.
"Now Mr. Hartley, you know why men come to n1e," Lydia started cheerfully. "Why, you came here for that yourself," she declared. Joe grumbled and Jane looked at her father in amazement. She had thought that he had come to save her! She saw now from the look on his face that the madam was right and she was wrong. It suddenly occurred to her that he would not have possibly have known where she was unless he had known that Cotton Salter was the one who kidnapped her-and he had not known about the minister until she had told him! So the madam was right! Her father had come here. . . just like any other man!
"Look, I'm no puritan," Joe Hartley grumbled. "I've done a few things in my time, I'll admit, but I've never..." He stopped. He simply didn't know what to say.
"I understand, Mr. Hartley," Lydia soothed. "Believe me, Mr. Hartley, I know all about what a man needs. That's how I make my living. But Mr. Hartley, girls are human, too. It takes two to tango, Mr. Hartley," she reminded him. "And you'd be surprised what intricate steps some men want!" she noted, as if she was taking Joe into her confidence.
"What happened?" Joe said, turning to his daughter. "What all did he do to you? You can tell me," he urged. "I'm your father!"
Jane looked at her father. Certainly, it was only right that she tell him. Certainly, he had been very worried about her and now, if they were ever going to set all this straight, she would have to fill him in on everything that had happened from the time Reverend Salter had put that cloth over her face to the time that she had looked up from her lustful desire and seen her father standing over her. It would all have to come out, but right now she couldn't bear it. She was still much too confused about her own reaction to everything that had happened. At first, it had been sheer horror. But little by little, as the minister seemed to grow crazier and crazier, she had found that instead of being repulsed by his actions, why, she was actually enjoying herself! Not that she enjoyed him, any more than she had enjoyed that nasty dog. But what he had done to her had aroused her. What he had done to her had awaken a lust in her that she never knew existed. When Mindy had licked her twat, nobody had forced her. And she willingly would have licked Mindy back!
"Can't you see she's hardly ready to talk about all those things?" Lydia scolded Joe. "Later, when she's rested, then she'll tell you, but not now. Can't you see how much she's been through?"
Joe realized that the madam was right. He found himself actually being grateful to her for her protective attitude toward his daughter. Anyone who was kind to Jane couldn't be all bad, and she did have some damn fine-looking girls here! Joe realized that he would have to content himself with forgetting about Cotton Salter. Salter would never show his face around Martinsville, that was for sure. And Jane did seem safe. Why, she even looked. .. Well, there was something about her which seemed so much more sophisticated than when he had seen her before. It was almost as if she had grown up since she had been away from home. Joe knew that his-daughter was no longer a virgin. The look of innocence was gone from her face. Jane had learned something about life. She had learned what it was like to be with a man.
"Now Mr. Hartley," Lydia continued. "You came here to get laid." Joe cast a quick glance at Jane to see if the word embarrassed her but she hadn't flinched. "And your daughter... Well, Mr. Hartley, she came here to give pleasure to a man. I'll admit, Mr. Hartley, that she may have been forced, she may have been told that she didn't have any choice in the matter, but still, I don't think she was completely unwilling. Isn't that right, my dear?"
Joe saw his daughter blush and understood that the madam had spoken the truth. So his daughter really was changed! And she didn't seem to mind it. Joe looked at Jane in a new light. He remembered what she had been doing when he had entered the room. She had been giving herself a fingerfuck, that was very unlike the daughter he had known. At home he had been convinced that she never touched that part of her body. But now she enjoyed it.
Although he knew it was wrong of him, Joe stared at her until he could feel his prick awakening. He tried to remember her as he had seen her on the bed. Her nipples had poked out against the front of her bra and her golden cunt hair had curled above the waistband of her bikini panties. But even now as she sat before him he could still see so much of her body! It was such a joy to look at her that he found himself forgetting who she was and why she was here.
"You have a very attractive daughter," Lydia said gently. "A lot of men would pay every last cent they had to get in her pants." Although it irritated Joe that she talked this way about Jane, he had been thinking the same thing. In fact, he had been thinking what it would be like to climb in her pants himself. It was crazy but he just couldn't help himself. "Jannie," Lydia said to the girl. "Do you remember what that other man was like, the short one? Do you remember how he felt about you?" Jane nodded while Joe looked from one to the other, trying to get some clue as to who the short man was. "I think that your father's feeling the same way now, Jannie. Men get that way sometimes, just the way that you felt something yourself with Mindy."
Jane blushed at the mention of Mindy's name. Her father was looking at her and she could see that he had guessed what the madam was talking about. She wondered what he would think of her now. Yet his expression hadn't seemed to have changed. In fact, he was still looking intently at her tits. It made her feel a little uncomfortable. At the same time, although she knew that it was wrong, the way that he was looking at her gave her a thrill! It made her feel like a woman!
"You know," Lydia said wisely. "You two are both horny, that's the way I see it. Look, Mr. Hartley, nobody here knows that she's your daughter. Believe me, I can keep a secret, nobody will ever find out. After all, Mr. Hartley, you could get me in a lot of trouble."
Joe heard what the woman was saying but he couldn't bear to face her. Nor could he bear to face his daughter. He noticed that her eyes were lowered, too. "Oh, come, Mr. Hartley. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of men come here just to find girls who look like their daughters. You just happened to stumble on the real thing. Why not relax and enjoy it? In the morning you can take her home. I'm sure that you'll be able to make up some story... Perhaps a traveling salesman or something. You can be a hero and they'll all be so happy that your daughter is home safe that they won't even care what happened. And certainly you're not going to tell your wife how you happened to find your daughter, are you, Mr. Hartley?"
Joe couldn't help respecting the madam for her reasoning. It was true that often when he knocked off a piece of ass his thoughts were on his daughter. It was true that he had watched her grow into womanhood and had often wondered what she would be like in the sack. Perhaps it was a fantasy come true. But what about Jane? What did she think? He was embarrassed to have her see his feelings. His prick had grown very hard. It was pushing up against the front of his pants and when he straightened it out a little, he saw that his daughter's eyes were on him.
Jane Hartley saw the lump in her father's pants and remembered what she had been thinking before he had walked in on her. She remembered how she had been aching for something long and hard to fill the cunthole between her legs. She remembered how she had been dying to have her clit jiggled by a man. She remembered how her body had awakened to lust, how she had been dying to get fucked by a man-any man-even her father!
Lydia rose from where she was sitting between them. "Come along now," she said, taking Joe by the hand. "Put your hand on her breast. . . " she placed Joe's hand on his daughter's breast. Both father and daughter were blushing now. "Isn't she sweet?" Lydia asked. "And Jannie, look what your father has for you!" She took Jane's hand and brought it to her father's crotch. Jane felt the hard rod. She felt what the sight of her had done to her father. "Tell me you both don't want it!" Lydia scolded. "Come along now, get to bed. And we'll see you in the morning. Not a word to anyone!"
Father and daughter looked at each other. Joe could hardly control what he was feeling now. It was no longer any use to pretend that he wasn't horny. Jane had seen it for herself. But his daughter, too, had a nervous look, a look which told a story. Lydia chased them out into the hall and they went toward the stairs without looking at each other. Only when they had climbed' safely to the top did Jane take hold of her father's hand. She gave it a timid little squeeze, as she might have done as a little girl. But in that squeeze Joe detected more than little-girl feelings. He put his arm around her waist and squeezed her back.
They were side by side as they walked through the narrow door. Joe stopped inside the door and made sure that it was locked. He had already had his share of surprises for the day. Jane smiled at him nervously when she saw what he was doing. He could see that she was pleased.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off, Daddy?" she asked shyly.
"Okay, Sugar," Joe agreed. Jane reached behind her back to unfasten her zipper and Joe realized, for the first time, that he, too, would have to undress. He felt awkward to do it in front of his daughter. He waited until she was standing in just her bra and panties before he started to unbutton his shirt. But Jane slipped out of her clothes gracefully and went to wait for him on the bed. She lay on her side so that he would not be able to see her cunt. She was still feeling a little uneasy about what they were doing. The sight of her broke Joe's control. He quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes and went to her.
Joe desperately wanted to fuck his daughter. He knew he had to prove to her that it was safe, that he wouldn't later regret it, that he wasn't making her do something terrible. There was only one way that Joe knew of. It had always seemed to work. It had worked well with Debbie Johnson and a few others Joe had known. Joe took her thigh and pushed it back down on the bed so that she was flat on her back. He positioned himself between her legs and bent down at her crotch. He wet his lips and pushed his head into her muff. His thumbs found the tender lips of her cunt and gently split the furry gash apart. His tongue poked into the red valley and pushed the hood back from her clit. Without even looking her in the eye, Joe began to suck his daughter's twat.
He sucked patiently, even after he watched her clit grow erect from his tongue. He sucked until he could see the clear liquid oozing from her box. He let his finger poke into her body and wiggle around inside her cunt. He let his other hand stretch up along her stomach and grab a glorious tit. He fixed his fingertips on her nipple and rubbed in circles. He sucked and rubbed and fingerfucked. He heard his daughter give a small gasp.
"Ahhh!" Jane cried as she felt the fierce friction on her body. Even before they had closed themselves into the room, she had been hot. All the way up the stairs she had been terrified that he would back' out on her, that their blood relationship would cool his lust. But she needed him! She couldn't begin to tell him how badly! Now she wanted to prove herself to him, to show him that she understood. There was one way that she remembered that he might appreciate. Perhaps she could show him now. With his head still between her legs, she twisted her body upside down on the bed. Her father saw what she was doing but didn't try to stop her. She was able to reach his prick.
Jane looked at it for a moment before she put it in her mouth. It was long, longer than the minister's, if that was possible, and it seemed very hard. When she caught it in her hand she had to pull very hard to move it around a little. It was sticking out so straight from his body! But her jaws opened and her lips locked around it. She had it in her mouth! Her father's prick! And it tasted so delicious. She just couldn't get over it. She let her tongue trail slowly up the underside of the shaft. She let her fingers run through his hair on his balls.
She was so eager that she even let the, tip of her right index finger poke gently against her father's asshole. Her father groaned when she touched him there.
And he was still licking furiously between her legs. She could feel her whole snatch getting wet. She squirmed on the bed until her legs could open wider. She sucked .faster on his prick as her own desire strengthened. But his tongue was not enough to give her the kind of relief which she needed now. Perhaps there was something else she could do for him to make him understand. "Wait!" she cried frantically as she pulled his sopping prick from her mouth. "Let me get on top of you!" she begged, struggling to her knees. Joe had never seen his daughter so aggressive but he was willing to watch it. He lay back and waited as she got to her feet.
Jane squatted over her father's loins. Spit was dripping from her twat, mixed" with her_ own creamy secretions. Her clit was aching and her box felt a terrible emptiness, an emptiness which had to be filled. Slowly, she lowered her body. She felt her father's upraised prick. She reached down and caught the cockshaft in her hand and guided it to her gentle cunt lips. She felt the blunt head pry against the tight opening. She squatted down further. Her body was opening up for him and his cock smoothly slipped into her silky walls. He raised his hips and jabbed at her. Jane came down more. She was sitting all the way now, her ass was on top of his balls. She let her knees fall forward on the bed. Her ass hugged his prick. She squirmed and tightened all the muscles in her body. She struggled to trap him inside her.
Jane lay forward until her tits were inches from her father's hairy chest. She let her nipples brush against the hair and become erect. Her father reached up and grabbed her and firmly held her knobs. She lowered her head further and kissed him on the lips. She had never kissed her father like that but now she wanted to. She wanted him to know that everything was all right and that she was a new Jane Hartley, a daughter that he could appreciate, in more ways than one. And he was the father to fuck her. She wanted him to understand that. After the lessons she had been given, she still needed practice. He cou1<:t teach her the rest. It would be nice that way. She knew she could trust him. Perhaps they could go somewhere private, perhaps even that room in the church! Nobody would suspect anything, not between the two of them. But now there was the immediate need to take care of. She wanted to take care of her father's need!
Joe let his hips pump steadily as his daughter fucked back and forth on his dong. Each time Jane came forward, her ass lifted in the air and her tits brushed against his chest. Then she went back down on him, burying his cock deep in her cunt. Her ass pressed against his thighs and her tits rose high in the air. She was a beautiful sight. All tits and ass and cunt and fucking. Joe Hartley could appreciate it. He could ream out her twat.
But with his daughter on top of him, Joe couldn't get it in deep enough. She was such a gorgeous hunk of ass! He had to get it up tight. "Roll over!" Joe cried frantically. His daughter understood. She rolled over and lay on her back with her knees raised and her thighs parted. Joe was between her legs in an instant and his cock was back inside her. He noticed that his prick was ringed with her cream. She really had a slippery twat. He pushed deep into her body, letting his wide prick bore out her hole. His hips shook and rocked and fucked and his prick went in and out. She cried in a short little gasp but Joe knew it was only the beginning. He grabbed her shoulders and held her to him. His chest bore down on her tits and pinned her to the bed. His stick hammered her ass into the mattress and he could feel himself coming.
"Oh, shit, it's going to come," Joe mumbled in his daughter's ear. He had wanted to restrain himself but her twat was too silky and tight. "Do it to me, Daddy," Jane begged. He heard her and decided that a longer fuck could wait for later. Now he would give it what he had to give. He forgot about everything except her hot little twat. His dick jabbed in and out until her cream slopped over their pubic hair. He could feel his dong getting red and sore but he knew it didn't matter. Later her gentle lips could suck him off while he lay and licked her pussy. Right now his balls were going to burst if he didn't lighten them a bit. .. He felt a sharp spasm, somewhere at the base of his spine.
He felt the tickling sensation as his load raced through his tubes. Come was shooting into her body, filling her torrid snatch. Come was pumping in thick, hot spurts deep inside her twat. His daughter's fingernails raked his back but Joe wasn't feeling any pain. All he was feeling was his throbbing prick. . . and the heat of his daughter's cunt.
And Jane was far from passive. Jane could feel it too. She could feel his urgent load racing through her body, warming her snatch until it burned with desire. Slowly the warmth spread over her body. Every muscle grew tense. For a moment, Jane thought her body would tear itself apart. Then she felt herself coming. Abruptly, her muff jerked upward and tightened around his cock. Abruptly, her cunt writhed in tight spasms until she could feel it rippling up and down. Her tits felt so supersensitive that she could not bear his touch. She closed her eyes and pressed her head against the mattress and waited for the hot jolt. It hit her like a slamming door, over and over again. She trembled and shook and twitched on the bed until finally the heat subsided. Jane slowly regained her senses and looked into her father's eyes.
"God!" she exclaimed in wonder. She had just fucked her own father! But not only had she fucked her father, she had liked it. Period. No reservations. She had liked getting laid. She looked at Joe as he lay back on the bed. There was a shiny white ring around his cock where it had dipped into her juices. She simply couldn't help herself. She had to suck it. Without saying anything she twisted her body until her head was in his lap. She took it and put it in her mouth W1ithout bothering to wipe off her own juices. Those juices no longer offended her. No, not any more. Now they were delicious. Just as his were.
She sucked frantically, trying to bring back the bone. She could see that he wasn't tired yet. Only a little limp from having fucked once already. A little work should do the trick. That was what she was counting on. She was willing to work for what she wanted. Her lips clamped down on the shaft and she sucked with all her might. She could feel it growing hard.
It didn't take Joe long to get his prick up again. The sight of his naked daughter was too much for ,him. He ran his hands over her body and let them rest on her ass. He had always admired her ass. Now he could hardly believe that it was his to hold. He could hardly believe that he was fondling his own daughter's rosy asscheeks.
But Jane was aware of what was happening. She was aware and she liked it. "Want to fuck it, Daddy?" she asked, forcing herself to be more brazen than she really was. She did want him to do it that way. She could see the admiration in his eyes. She could see what delight she was giving him. She wanted to hold nothing back.
"Fuck it?" Joe Hartley asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. In fact, he had never really fucked a girl up the ass, except once when he had a whore who liked it that way. "You want me to bugger your ass?" Joe asked. Had it been anyone but his daughter asking the question he wouldn't have even hesitated.
"Yes, Daddy, please do it that way," she whispered. She didn't dare to tell him how exciting it was for her to be taken in that fashion. She didn't dare tell him what she had felt when Cotton Salter had poked his stiff cock gristle up that tight little opening. He would see for himself when he did it. She didn't have to say anything. Her actions would speak louder than words. "I'll get down on my hands and knees," she told him gently, hoping that he would be able to do it. Really she wasn't an expert or anything but she was pretty sure that it would all go together somehow. And she wanted to try. .
She rolled over on her stomach and climbed up on all fours. Joe watched her for a moment before he got up behind her. She seemed so small and delicate as she crouched beneath him. He was almost afraid to lower the mass of his body onto her. Certainly it would crush her. Jane reached behind her back and grabbed both cheeks of her ass. She pulled them apart until her asshole wrinkled and opened up a little for his inspection. She really was cute back there. He had a really sexy daughter. Joe grabbed his prick. Could he really bring himself to do it? He was afraid to hurt her. .. And yet she seemed to know!
He tenderly placed the head of his cock against her rectum. He held it there for a moment, rubbing it a little from side to side. Jane could feel the sensation. Her skin was so tender back there that even the touch of his prick against her started her off. But as Jane felt it, she started to back up on him. She wasn't content to just have him poking lightly at her. She wanted to feel that delicious feeling that she could only have when her ass was split wide open. She needed his hard bone right inside her, plowing into her insides, as deep as he could go.
Joe sensed that he was only teasing his daughter. He sensed that she needed much more. He reached forward and grabbed her hips to hold her steady. His cock was centered on the tight brown eye as he pushed it forward. She didn't open up: He really hadn't expected her to. But she didn't look nervous about it. She just braced herself and waited for him to try again. This time Joe did it more carefully. He held her hip with one hand and his prick with the other. This time when he moved forward, all the pressure hit dead center. The tight hole started to open up.
He began to realize that he was really going to have to work if he wanted to enjoy this tight morsel. But he did want her now. It was rapidly becoming a compulsion. His cock ached and the thought of what it would feel like to be inside her back passage was already making him jumpy. He tried and failed once again. Then he stopped and licked his finger.
Although she was very tight, the finger was small enough to go right in. He could feel the involuntary contractions that her body made in an effort to push it out. They weren't enough. He held the finger very stiff and pushed gently. Her backside opened up. He jabbed again and the finger disappeared. He had her up the ass!
He wiggled it around inside her, to see what it might feel like. Everything was tight and dry but the way she was squirming, he knew she could feel something. And it had to be good to make her squirm like that. He wiggled it again and heard her moan. This was more like what he had expected. He continued to wiggle the finger until her whole ass was in motion.
Then he drew it out again. It was time for bigger things. He grabbed his cock and quickly held it in place. He pressed forward. At first the tight anus stopped him but he continued to press his attack. Slowly she yielded to him. The tightness stretched back and the head of his prick disappeared so slowly that it seemed to be a miracle when it was finally all inside. But he had won his victory. Now she was his. Now it was only a matter of time before he could shove the rest of his prick inside her and bore out the tight hole. Again he pressed forward. His cock went in deeper. This time she didn't feel quite so tight.
It was funny the way the muscles worked back there, Jane thought as her father fucked her ass. One minute they were so tight and the next moment everything seemed to loosen up like jelly. And then, when she least expected it, her body suddenly contracted and tightened on him like a vise. The fact that she couldn't control it made it more exciting. It was like playing a game. It was a game. A delicious game. And even the pain which she still couldn't help feeling was delicious to her.
Her father was fucking her slowly. Perhaps they would go all night. For some reason which she couldn't explain, Jane suddenly remembered Mindy. She wondered if Mindy was busy now. If she wasn't... Or at least she could ask. She turned back to her father, not quite sure if she could say it. "Daddy... There's this other girl ... She sort of likes me . . . Perhaps we could get her, too."
Joe almost choked on his tongue when he heard it but he liked the idea. At first he was reluctant to stop what he was doing but Jane volunteered to go out into the hall. She drew a robe around her but it didn't really cover very much. She no longer cared. All she could think of was her own pleasure. That would be enough. She stuck her head out the door and saw a girl she didn't know. She asked if Mindy was free. She described her to the girl. The girl said she didn't know and Jane would have to ask Lydia. Lydia was downstairs but she heard the conversation. Immediately she guessed what her guest wanted, she was delighted by the idea. In fact, as she sent Mindy up the stairs, she followed behind her. There was a panel in the next room and she wanted to watch. There weren't many things that happened around her house that she found that interesting, but this looked as though it might be one.
Mindy closed the door behind her and looked at Joe with surprise. She had thought that Jane was alone. She saw the brown streaks on Joe's prick as she looked at Jane. But Jane just took her arm. "Please. . . Help us." Jane quickly got back on the bed. This time Joe didn't have as much trouble getting his cock in. Back in the saddle, he began to fuck his daughter's ass. This time he did not try to go slow.
Mindy slipped out of her robe and joined them on the bed. After all the men she had for the evening it was a treat for her to suck a woman's twat. She lay on her back and crawled under Jane s belly. Joe's cockmeat was jabbing in and out of Jane's ass but her twat was still free. Mindy covered it with her lips. Her hand found Jane's tit. With her other hand she stroked Joe's balls. Perhaps later they would eat her out.
But now it was father and daughter. That was the important thing. Joe fucked with all he had. He wanted to feel his hot load up her ass. He wanted her to feel a father's love. All eight inches of it. And a little wet stuff at the end. He rammed it into her hard. He could feel his balls tightening up. Jane felt her ass tighten as it tried to trap his prick. Suddenly, the tightness disappeared. He was filling her with spunk. Hot wet gobs were being flung into her bowels. Hot thrills were shooting up her spine. Whatever her father's tongue had not accomplished, Mindy's tongue had. It had bathed her cunt and wet her clit, and helped release the most delicious orgasm. Jane let it happen. Never again would she resist something so nice. Everything that had happened had been hard on her, but she had learned her lesson. She had learned it well. Her father's fuck was filling her rectum. A girl's tongue was washing her cunt. In a few more minutes she would be giving some of the same. And it was only fair. To give is better than to receive. The minister had forgotten to tell her that. But still she had learned it. She swore she would never forget.