Chapter 2
Carrie Johnson turned to Melissa with a look of resigned despair, and shrugged her shoulders.
"See what I mean, Melly?" she asked wearily, as her baby brother's wailing went on in another room of the rundown house. "It just never lets up... shit!"
Melissa followed her friend into her bedroom, and watched curiously as Carrie changed the baby's soiled diaper with the utmost indifference, as though performing the operation on some inanimate object-like a doll. The baby was cute, but Melissa suddenly didn't feel so eager to get pregnant: caring for a kid of your own looked like a hell of a lot of work, from what Carrie had told her and from what she saw now.
"Does he really sleep with you-right here in your room?" Melissa asked incredulously. God! that would mean that poor Carrie couldn't even bring a boyfriend home and sleep with him. Not that she, Melissa, could either, because of her two crummy brothers... but still-!
Carrie had nodded in response to the question, a safety pin in her lush red mouth; she had plenty to think about to keep her from answering Melissa in more detail. It wasn't fucking fair, she told herself angrily; she'd fought with her mother about it until she'd finally realized that nagging wasn't going to do any good. All night long, she was up changing
Matthew's diapers or feeding him, and every morning, when she had to get up to drag herself off to school, she felt groggy-if, in fact, she wasn't physically worn out for another reason on top of the baby...but of course Melissa didn't know about that. She was a good friend, and she and Carrie told each other most of their secrets; but Carrie couldn't bring herself to confide in Melissa on that particular subject.
Or could she, now? After all, Melissa had told her that she'd "done it" with that sexy Peter Selby and with two other boys before him...maybe Melissa would understand and sympathize with her...
"Jesus," Melissa was saying, as she watched Carrie prepare the baby's formula, "I thought I had it rough at home, cooking and cleaning and picking up after them two fucking no-good brothers of mine! But at least they're grown up. And that baby's so cute! Don't your mother care about him at all, honey?"
Carrie laughed bitterly. "That whore? Why're you looking at me like that, Melly? That's what she is-nothing but a cheap whore! She don't even give a damn for me, let alone him-she don't give a damn about nobody but herself. Why else would she have sent Lou Ann and Margaret off to a home?"
Melissa blushed. She didn't know what to say. It was common knowledge in the little southern town that Mrs. Johnson had shipped her two youngest daughters-fathers unknown!-off to foster homes, claiming that she couldn't support two bastards, as she had shamelessly (though accurately) described the two little girls.
"The only reason she's kept me this long is to have a live-in maid, babysitter, and chief cook and bottle-washer!" Carrie said bitterly, testing the formula before popping the bottle into the baby's sucking mouth. "There! Suck on that and keep your mouth shut!" she addressed the baby, before continuing, "You'd think any woman who screwed around as much as my mama does would know hetter'n to get herself knocked up... she met that guy from Atlanta and tried to get him to marry up with her; and then he up and left her when she was seven months gone and too late to abort it. So I'm stuck with the brat!"
Melissa couldn't argue: it was all true. Mrs. Johnson's varied sex life was the talk of the town, and some people even accused her of charging money for her well-worn charms!
"She's a real dumb whore," Carrie was saying, as though she'd read Melissa's thoughts.
"Come on, Carrie honey-you shouldn't say that about your own mother!"
"It's true! I hear 'em every night-laying in bed groaning and fucking away like a couple of minks!" Carrie laughed raucously. "And the funny thing is, she gets so drunk before she takes the guy to bed that she don't know what she's doing half the time! Lots of mornings she wakes up and finds she forgot to ask the John to pay her! He's gone got his fuck for free!-and then I'm the one who gets yelled at because she's pissed off at her own stupid self!" Carrie laughed again. "I won't make that mistake."
Melissa was shocked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to get out of this hole one of these days-you'll see," Carrie said defiantly, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. "I'm going to get the hell out of this here hick town and become somebody-like in the movie magazines! And I'm never coming back, so help me God, no matter how much my mama writes to me begging for some of my money when I'm rich. I'm going to go to Las Vegas or some place like that, and be a show girl, or a hostess or something-a cadi girl, if I have to! Anything to get out of this town! And I'm only going to go out with rich guys. I'll marry a rich guy-or even a movie star... unless he just wants me to be his mistress and live in sin."
Melissa felt herself reddening: sure, she and Carrie had often joked about such an idea, but now it was hitting Melissa uncomfortably close to home as she thought about her own designs on Peter Selby, who wasn't a celebrity but who was certainly a rich man's son-the next best thing to a rich man himself! She was perfectly willing, even anxious, to prostitute herself to Peter in exchange for wealth and social status and economic security. But at least she intended to marry Peter. She'd be respectable! This whole crummy town would have to look up to her once she was Mrs. Peter Selby-or else! But what Carrie was proposing was just whoring. Her mother was a bad influence on her, that was for sure.
While Melissa was indulging in these rationalizations, Carrie was lost in her own thoughts. In the past few months, as her home life had grown more and more intolerable, as her mother cast off all claim to respectability and began hooking openly, Carrie had begun to waste long hours dreaming about a more glamorous future for herself. During boring classes at school, half dozing to make up for the sleep she lost at night, she'd fantasize, seeing herself parading half-naked around a stage in a sequined costume, smiling radiantly as a crowd of horny men applauded her performance. Horny rich men, all willing to take her out to fancy restaurants and clubs, willing to spend money on her, to deck her with diamonds and fur coats, to fuck her and make her their girl-their mistress-their wife! She was rich, with a big house with a swimming pool and beautiful furniture, and servants to wait on her-a little Georgia cracker, white trash-hand and foot! She had lovers... and an exciting social life. Especially at night. There'd be parties-Carrie saw herself making a grand entrance in a beaded gown Like the ones she admired on TV shows. Or...she saw herself, dressed to kill and wearing a couple of thousand of dollars on her back, standing beside a handsome, tuxedo clad young man at a gambling table in a luxurious casino.
Her real father, Johnson, whom her mother hadn't bothered to marry although she still used his name, had been a gambler: Carrie's mother had complained about him to her often enough, while drunk or just feeling sorry for herself. Carrie couldn't remember her father, who'd had enough and left when she was still a child; but she felt certain that he'd been too good for her mother-better than the men who shared her mother's heavily trafficked bed every goddam night! Her father must've been glamorous-sexy-debonair-like the men she'd meet once she got away and began to live. To swing! Once she got what she deserved. She was pretty, she knew-the few times her mother ever took special notice of her, it was to compliment her for her looks. Her mother knew that beauty was a precious commodity for a girl who had nothing else to barter with. There were men out there-plenty of them willing and eager to pay for the possession of Carrie's ripe young body! And she was ready to drive a tough bargain!
"I'd better be getting home," Melissa said, feeling the awkwardness of the silence. "It's almost quitting time at the factory, and those no-good brothers of mine'll be home soon wanting their supper-they'll probably be drunk again!"
Buck and John-Boy Hardy always stopped off at a bar after work to "have a few." They were often drunk and mean when they finally did stagger home after that few, and it was always Melissa who had to face the full brunt of their swinish ill humor. The bastards!
She left, and took the short cut home across the fields-the Hardys and the Johnsons were close neighbors-and, with her usual sigh of resignation, approached the ugly farm house in which she was condemned to live. Melissa could easily sympathize with Carrie's bitterness, her determination to "get away" from all this whatever the cost. But Melissa assured herself that she had more on the ball than her friend did. She and Carrie were about equal so far as looks were concerned-but Melissa flattered herself that she was brighter. More calculating. Tougher! She'd drive a harder bargain to get what she wanted: it would be marriage or nothing! And to a decent, respectable man-if Peter Selby wouldn't fall into the trap she had baited so lusciously for him, there were other eligible boys to choose from. Melissa felt confident as she entered the house.
She was surprised, and a little frightened, to find that Buck and John-Boy were home already. They were both drunk, though; long experience had taught Melissa to recognize the signs. And her brothers both stared at her in a hard, evaluating fashion that upset her. She felt her heart pounding as she mumbled a greeting and busied herself with preparations for supper. Good God! both men followed her into the kitchen. Something must be wrong-she'd just have to try to bluff it out.
Buck was scowling; John-Boy merely looked sheepish and upset. Melissa managed to calm down sufficiently to return her brothers' stares, looking surprised, as though she couldn't imagine what had gotten into them. Both Hardy brothers were big, barrel-chested young men, rough and crude, but with a two-fisted virility that made sexual conquests easy for them-their "tomcat-ting around" with various women of easy virtue, some married, was the talk of the town, although Melissa had finally put her foot down and demanded a stop to her brothers' bringing loose women home with them.
For a while after her parents' deaths, Buck and John-Boy had threatened to turn the farmhouse into a brothel: night after night, Melissa had had to lie awake in her chaste bed of virginity, listening to the lewd noises of three and four-way sexual activity going on in the adjoining bedroom the two boys shared. John-Boy was only sixteen and rather slow mentally, although good-natured generally; but Buck, at twenty, ought to have known better.
Melissa didn't think of herself as a particularly "liberated" young woman, even now that she had had three lovers; but her consciousness had inevitably been raised a bit: she knew all about the double standard. Her two brothers continually boasted about all the screwing they did, but let them hear that Melissa had dated some harmless young boy her own age and all hell would break loose. She'd have to sit through a long, obscene lecture from Buck on the preciousness of her reputation and her virgin flower and purity and a lot of similar rot. Melissa was glad she was no longer "pure." Purity had been pretty boring compared to her newly-discovered pleasure in fucking!
She pushed her hair back with a nervous gesture, but managed to smile as she opened the cupboard and said, brightly, "How about some nice ham and eggs and grits and home-made biscuits for supper, boys? Sorry you got home before I did-what happened, did work let out early or something?-but I'll have it rustled up in just no time at all and there's hot coffee in the pot-" She choked back a scream of terror as Buck stepped beside her and, towering over her slight form, slammed the cupboard door shut with appalling violence, almost catching Melissa's hand in it. She jumped back, trembling. Something was terribly wrong.
"Fuck supper!" Buck growled in his deep, nimbly voice. His eyes were red-lined from liquor, unfocused; but Melissa could see the anger smoldering in them as he glared down at her. "I got something else on my mind right now!"
Melissa tried to bluff it out. "Don't know what ails you, Buck, or why you come home and start yelling at me-I didn't no nothing-ain't my fault you and John-Boy come home stinking drunk and mean as usual-"
"Shut up or I'll smack you one-I mean it!" her older brother threatened her harshly, actually raising his fist; she cringed and retreated across the room, but he pursued her. "What's this John-Boy and I done heard in town about you, Melly?" Buck demanded ominously.
Oh God! she thought miserably. It could only be one thing! They'd heard that she'd been fucked!
"How the fuck should I know?" she retorted, trying to assume an expression that was both defiant and indignant. "I wasn't in town getting all liquored up like you two were! So how'm I supposed to know what them dumb crackers downtown said or didn't say. Don't know their own asses from a hole in the ground anyway, so who cares? Let 'em talk."
Buck grunted. "Nice way for a girl your age to talk in front of her own kin. You're gettin' as foul-mouthed as any whore, Melly, and must be because you been acting Like one. You're turnin' into one hell of a slut fast, and I don't like it."
Melissa, for all her terror, was furious now. "So you don't like it. Tough shit! Yes-I said shit! Don't care whether you like it or not! You're not going to push me around no more. Treat your own sister like she was your fucking slave...or one of your whores! Well, fuck that from now on! Do your own cooking and cleaning and mending, see how you like it. And fuck you too-!"
He slapped her, hard; the blow stung her cheek and turned it crimson, and Melissa began to sob as she nursed the spot with her upraised hand. Buck gripped her by both shoulders and shook her until she expected her neck to become dislocated.
"So it's true!" he raged.
"What's true? I ain't done nothing!" his sister managed to gasp.
"Nothing, my ass! You and that rich son of a bitch, Peter Selby, been screwing like cats and dogs from what I hear. And he ain't the only one. You're turning into the town tramp! Worse than that Johnson woman and her slutty daughter you're always running around with. They turned their own house into a fucking whorehouse, but at least they got the sense to charge for it. Not you. I You been giving it away for free right and left. Lost your virgin flower and don't even know enough to be ashamed about it. God-"
"It ain't true, Buck! Oh, it ain't true at all! I'm still pure-I never done it. I kissed that Peter once or twice, real innocent-like-that's all," Melissa lied glibly as the tears ran down her face. "Who told you different, anyway? He's a liar! I never done it, I'm pure!"
"You're lying-you bitch!" Buck accused violently. "Am not!"
He leered down at her as his big, rough hands clutched her shoulders and twisted them, hurting her. "One way to fucking find out for sure, and I mean to do it!"
"You're drunk! Always liquored up!" Melissa said bitterly. She tried to wrench away from him, but he grasped her savagely, shoving her against the wall and pinning her to it as he angrily told John-Boy to come over to join them, which the younger Hardy boy did, looking reluctant enough. Buck's hand slid down the front of Melissa's dress, cupped her left breast, squeezed it-his hot, liquor-reddened eyes glared dully down at her lush body-she could smell the whisky on his warm breath as he panted slightly.
"Oh! What're you gonna do to me?" she asked, horrified.
"Finger you. Find out if you're still cherry like you claim-or if it got busted yet!"
Melissa choked down a scream of horror. He couldn't be serious! Her own brother-touching her there! Feeling her there-the way her three lovers had liked to, the way that always got her so hot! It was incest! A sin! Unspeakable...
"No-!" she tried to scream, but Buck's big hand clamped over her mouth; she bit it but he only grunted and cursed as his free hand plunged down between her thighs and pushed her short skirt higher.
"Get your dumb ass over here, John-Boy, and hold her while I get her pants off!" Buck commanded coarsely. "Gonna see for myself just how pure our little sister is! Lying, fornicatin', whorin' bitch! Just ain't got no shame in her at all-" He continued ranting drunkenly on; John-Boy, pretty well oiled himself and less accustomed to holding his liquor than his bigger and rougher older brother, threw himself clumsily against Melissa and, grasping her arms as she tried to flail at his face with clenched fists, pinned them tightly to her sides. Her breasts were crushed against his chest... Buck could now use both hands to yank Melissa's skirt up to her waist as she writhed and kicked. Her brother didn't waste any time in carrying out his perverted project. His hot, sweaty hands, calloused from factory labor but not inexpert when it came to caressing a woman's intimate areas, were busy between her thighs as she tried to clamp her legs together to block his fingers' probing. Buck was thrusting two fingertips beneath the elastic band of her panties: his fingers brushed over her tawny pubic curls. Melissa tried to scream again, but John-Boy cut her off by kissing her. He bent her wrists painfully, restraining her arms, and planted his hot wet mouth over his sister's; Melissa felt his hot, liquor breath in her mouth as John-Boy's tongue slid between her moaning lips and deep into her mouth.
It was nightmarish; she couldn't believe it was actually happening to her-her two brothers, crude and repulsive to her, but hitherto fore harmless brutes enough, making love to her--raping her! Her dress was torn open down the front, buttons popping, by Buck's free hand, and then fingers seized a big handful of her cheap nylon slip and wrenched it away from her trembling body. The flimsy material tore with a loud ripping noise. Buck yanked again and half the slip vanished in shreds, baring Melissa's flesh from breast to crotch and exposing her bra and panties. Now John-Boy, using his weight to hold her trapped between him and the cracked plaster of the kitchen wall, was groping at her too. Melissa tore her head away from his, breaking the loathsome open-mouthed, tonguing kiss, and screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs. But of course there was nobody within earshot except her two brothers-her two persecutors. Her rapists!
It was going to be rape-incestuous rape-all right; Melissa knew it even as her shocked mind refused to accept the fact. In a moment of mental clarity she wondered how long her horny brothers had been fantasizing about using her ripening female body as they had shared so many others... and when they had formed this diabolical, drunken scheme to turn their lustful dreams into horrible reality. But Melissa didn't have much time to dwell upon the idea in the abstract. It happened!
Buck dug his hand under the lacy bow that joined the cups of his sister's well-filled brassiere and yanked hard, tugging the bra down until the girl's tits popped free. The strap was drawn tighter around Melissa's torso and hurt. "Nice set," Buck leered. "They say screwing makes a broad's tits bigger-guess we got Peter Selby to thank for this here dairy farm!"
He grasped each of the nipples between thumb and forefinger, and pinched the rosebuds hard, twisting and tugging until Melissa was blinded by a scarlet jolt of pain and had to cry out in agony. John-Boy helped himself to a nice handful of tit, crushing the pliant flesh in his spread fingers, hurting Melissa with his nails, which left angry-looking red imprints in her breast. She screamed again, uselessly. A hand was thrust into her disheveled hair, forcing her to turn around so that Buck could plunge his free hand into her open dress, find the catch of her bra, and unhook it. He whipped the undergarment eagerly away and threw it on the kitchen table behind him. Melissa's jugs now swung free, unimpeded, into John-Boy's waiting hands; he kneaded both large, unwieldy breasts with awkward passion. Melissa moaned and writhed as sharp pangs of arousal struck her deep in the pelvis. Christ! she couldn't help herself-she was actually getting turned on by this brutal stripping and manipulation of her body. What kind of monster was she, that she enjoyed being handled intimately by her own brothers? Maybe what Buck said was true-she was nothing but a slut!
Buck kissed her this time, more forcefully then John-Boy had: his mouth, a moist cushion surrounded by rough beard stubble, ground down with ferocious desire upon hers, cutting off her breath along with her hysterical cries-of protest? of encouragement? Melissa wasn't sure-she was stunned by her sudden discovery that her brothers were men. Men like her lovers-men with hot, demanding sexual needs! Men who could kiss her. Fondle her. Fuck her. Fuck her! Fuck her-!
Her brother's tongue rammed into her mouth and she kissed him back with wild abandon, coiling her own wet tongue around his as it probed her teeth and the interior of her warm mouth. Buck's fingers had crept further inside her moist panties and he was caressing the lips of her cunt! It felt good... there wasn't much point in denying that. His big thumb pressed between the folds of her pussy opening and worked them apart so that he could find her clit by touch and coax it out from its hood of protective cuntflesh. The tiny blade rubbed sensuously against the ball of Buck's thumb. He played with her pussy while John-Boy got busy, tearing Melissa's panties down her thighs. They tore and he angrily ripped them right away from her quivering flesh.
She was more than half-naked now; and her brothers were fumbling with their belt buckles and zippers, opening their jeans and shoving them down and freeing their cocks from their long confinement in their cheap cotton jockey shorts. Both Hardy men were well-hung and their intoxication had had no effect on their potency. Melissa groaned with undisguised excitement when she felt something hard and smooth and cylindrical being pressed and rubbed against her bare thigh above her stocking top. Buck was grasping his enormous dick in his fist and scraping the tip over her skin as she automatically humped her pelvis forwards to encourage him to ram that monster up between her hungry thighs and fuck her. Melissa forgot that he was her brother. It was enough that he was a man-a well-hung, potent, excited male! Her sensuality had been aroused and there'd be no checking it now. She had to fuck! She wanted it as much as her two horny siblings did.
"Put it in me, you son of a bitchin' stud!" she heard herself gritting out.
"Jesus! Hot bitch! Oh yeah-yeah!" Buck moaned, as he tried to stick his cock between her wet labia. He seemed to have conquered his repugnance for his sister's lack of purity in a hurry.
"Let her have it, Buck," John-Boy suggested, with the air of a blasé and worldly-wise debauchee. "Fuck her cunt while she's still good and hot and horny and wants that big stud dick you got real bad!"
"Can't want it much more than I do now," Melissa blurted out, totally without shame now. "Just fuck me, brother! Fuck me! Show me how much of a man you are, how much you got down there between your legs-between mine! In me! Oh-oh! It's hurtin' me, Buck! It's hurtin' my pussy something awful, that big hard thing you're trying to put in me! Oh-no! Don't! Too fucking big! No! Yes! Fuck! Ahhhhh-yessssss! Yes, yes, yes!"
Melissa tensed up without meaning to when she became fully aware of the immense length and steely rigidity of her older brother's penis as it pressed between her cuntlips and drove them wide apart, pushing them back to either side and compressing them painfully as the massive hard-on began to slide into her pussymouth inch by bloating inch. Buck was gasping for breath like a suffocating man, his face damp and shiny with sweat, his eyes rolling, his hips grinding against hers, as he struggled to force himself right into her delicate cuntal canal and stab upwards into her vaginal tunnel with his cock. Her cunt already felt stuffed, stretched to the bursting point; Buck was hung twice as heavily as the exceptionally well-endowed Peter-or so, at least, it seemed to Melissa as her body cried out for mercy but accepted solid inch after solid inch of throbbing dick!
"Oh, Buck! Oh fuck! It's really killing me, it's tearing up my cunt, oh oh oh no stop, no more don't, I can't, I can't take any more of it, your fucking dick, it's just too big, my cunt ah Jesus no no no ah fuck!" Melissa gurgled in helpless horror as her body was penetrated by what felt like a baseball bat!
"Don't listen to her, Buck boy-she just loves that good hard dick she got in her!" John-Boy laughed as he stroked Melissa's grinding ass-cheeks and helped to spread her legs so that Buck could thrust up between them. "Let her have it! She wants it real bad-just like those other hot bitches we done had!"
"She ain't even felt the best part yet," Buck grunted. But Melissa was beginning to feel it now as he cold-bloodedly concentrated on getting the rest of his cockshaft into her cunt. The tissues resisted for an instant, then had either to yield or be torn to bloody fissures... Melissa shrieked as Buck drilled his dick straight up into her and her battered vagina finally gave way completely before the invader, opening wider, deeper, than ever before as that brutal mass of flesh and blood and swollen, rigid erectile tissue rammed between her sore labia and buried itself triumphantly in the very depths of her cunt. She couldn't believe that she had taken that thing and survived the experience. More hard cock was jammed into her traumatized pussy until she expected her cunt to be torn in half by the thick head of the penis. She was as full of cock as any woman could be and live-of that much, at least, she was certain. If only she could faint until this dreadful agony passed away!
"Ah, fuck! What a sweet hot tight goddam cunt! Tight fucking pussy! Jesus fucking Christ what a hot box! What a cunt!" Buck cried wildly, exulting in his possession of his sister's body, in the way she seemed impaled on his virile instrument, the way her cunt gripped and bit down on the head of his buried prick, the way she was moaning and squirming in an involuntary effort to increase the friction that was both driving her insane with pain and frantic with lust. She was enjoying it, all right, and Buck could tell that it wasn't the first dick she'd had up her, although he prided himself that it was the biggest and the best so far. That was what all the cunts in town said-they might be afraid of it before it was in them, but once the penetration was accomplished, either by persuasion or force, they just couldn't get enough of it. They all begged Buck to screw them until they couldn't sit down-except on him.! They never got too sore for that!
"Can't blame that Selby boy, I guess-she's a hot fuck!" Buck swore. "Mr. Rich Motherfucker sure knew what he was getting into when he got into our baby sister's pants. Only he don't own you, Melly honey-you remember that! Guys're gonna fuck you, they're gonna have to share the goodies. With us! Fair's fair."
"Ain't fair for me to have to stand here and beat off watchin', Buck," John-Boy panted. "Fuck her! Get it over with quick! I want my turn."
"You'll get your turn when I'm fucking ready to let you have it-or you can die wantin' it, for all I goddam care," Buck retorted.
Melissa barely heard their lewd dialogue, except as blurred speech coming through the ringing in her ears as she grew sick and dizzy with lust. Buck was fucking her now. He'd pull his horse cock almost all the way out of her, until only his head and frenulum were still implanted in the bruised caress of her pussylips; then, using his muscular weight to get sufficient leverage for the task, he'd drive his dick all the way up her shudderingly receptive cervix again, until he was buried in cunt up to the hilt of his potent phallic weapon and Melissa was breathless with pain-and the most intense, overpowering erotic pleasure her body had ever surrendered itself to! He screwed her like a rutting stallion, but she responded to the bestial fucking thrusts like a horny mare. She loved it, the very discomfort of the withdrawal-reinsertion routine becoming an inseparable part of her erotic joy in the incestuous coupling. Guilt, fear, and reluctance had fled and were replaced by only one thing: a desire to be fucked-filled-possessed by that mighty cock, again and again and again. All night long if that were only possible!
"Oh, Buck-lover-do it to me!"
"Whatever you want, little lady. Gonna treat my sister right!"
Buck's prick plunged repeatedly into the mushy morass of Melissa's cunt. She was getting wet and he was leaking pre-ejaculatory fluids; as the friction decreased, Melissa's pleasure increased--the pain faded and she abandoned herself eagerly to this thrilling new experience of being reamed out by a king-sized cock. Her own, newly-discovered ability to take such a colossal tool up her delicate cunt only multiplied her arousal. She begged Buck to fuck her harder, begged John-Boy to molest her tits and ass... she was floating high on sex.
She only groaned with sensuous pleasure when she felt her vaginal walls tensing in anticipation and then flexing rapidly in orgasm as Buck began to pump his spunk into her in quick, high-powered spurts. He had barely stopped shooting deep within her sperm-inundated body when John-Boy tugged at his shoulder from behind with frantic impatience; Buck yanked his still-stiff dick out of Melissa's cunt and let his brother take over. John-Boy was hung, too-maybe not so spectacularly as Buck; but Melissa knew when it was in her. Her lubricated cuntal canal accepted the second hard penis with greedy haste and soon her body was thrilling to another good, rough, thorough fuck as the overexcited John-Boy quickly got off inside his sexy sister's snatch. The boy nuzzled her boobs with his lips and tongue as he swung his powerful stud body against hers again and again to drive himself in and out of her with the long, fast strokes that had Melissa screaming with uncontrollable erotic excitement.
She was too preoccupied with the glorious sensations building up to their inevitable climax deep in her cunt to notice at first that Buck was still horny and quite capable of doing something about it at her expense. He was rummaging about in the cupboard and finally found a can of vegetable shortening. Melissa realized that Buck was pulling her and John-Boy to one side so that he could push her dress up to above her waist in the back and bare her buttocks... but it was only when a fingertip, slick and cold with the Crisco, was inserted between her asscheeks and rubbed into her sphincter, that she realized just what Buck had in mind. Shock was quickly replaced by a devouring hunger to find out what it would feel like... she didn't struggle as Buck fingered her virginal asshole roughly. It felt good! I "Jesus-she's really tight back here!" Buck reported as his finger fucked her anus expertly and made Melissa moan and clutch at John-Boy to encourage him to ram himself deeper into her pussy. "I bet Peter Selby never knocked on the back door yet-I'll be the first! You'll just love it, Melly-all the bitches do, once it's in 'em. Think how much more fun you'll have once you learn to use both holes!"
He pulled his slippery finger out of her asshole and greased up his cock with the Crisco, making obscene but strangely exciting slapping and squishing sounds in the process; then his greasy hands were trying to get a grip on her asscheeks and pull them apart so he could thrust himself up between them and rape the virgin valley of her anal crack. Melissa let out a shriek of frightened delight when the immense cockhead found her tiny anal opening and began to stretch it open. The rosy lips of her anus mouth were pushed back to make room for the insertion of that prick into her inexperienced butt. Fiery heat and friction ripped at her asshole, and of course her involuntary wriggles and twitching only increased the force of John-Boy's fucking of her cunt in front; Melissa shoved back against Buck hard in a desperate attempt to get the worst of it over with. That Crisco'd dick was fed up into her burning behind, inch by endless inch, filling her colon, bloating it, finding and stimulating nerve endings the girl had never suspected she possessed, until Melissa was convinced that she was going to pass out or die from the sheer overexcitement of having one huge prick rammed into her cunt and another, larger one, raping her ass and bringing it to frenzied erotic life. It was just too much for one woman to take-too fucking good! Too wild! Too much cock!
But Buck was all the way up her ass now and she was taking it, responding to his thrusts that began with an unusual (for him) gentleness and restraint, building up gradually to the fierce fucking she craved... Melissa wanted to shout out her accomplishment to the world. She was being ass-fucked! She was doing what most girls would be afraid to even think about or discuss. Two men were using her body at once-and they were her own brothers. She was breaking every sexual taboo in the book at once, it seemed: her erotic liberation thrilled her.
"Ass-fuck me! Ass-fuck me, Buck! Oh Buck fuck my ass! Do it hard! Feels so fucking good! And John-Boy-ram it up my snatch, make me come quick! Oh! Oh! My God! I never knew it could feel like this-so goddam good, so wild! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!"
Animals, Melissa decided-that's all human beings were. So what? Why make a pretense of being something she wasn't? She was poor white trash and fucking was about the only good thing in her life, so she had every right to make the most of sex. She was bestial. Big deal! She dug it, didn't she? Nothing else mattered.