Chapter 3
Russ stood in the dark in the kitchen and sipped at the cold glass of milk gingerly. He felt it spread coolness and balm through his stomach for a moment. Then he belched sourly and waited before taking another sip and a small bite of a cracker.
He wasn't satisfied. Not worth a damn. That had been one of the worst times. They seemed to be getting worse and worse. Or maybe he'd reached that point where he just couldn't tolerate it any more-the point where it ate on him, chewed him up inside, dissolved the tissues of his paining stomach.
Something was happening to him. There wasn't any question of that. He was sure he had a hell of a good ulcer going. There were other symptoms. He was getting nasty-downright cynical and uncivil and bitchy, and he'd always been an easy-going guy.
His balls hurt most of the time. His lower back ached with dull, irritating throbs. There were times when his heartbeat went all to hell and made him suck air like a beached fish. His ears rang, and his head pounded half the time.
He was becoming a physical wreck, and he was just too goddamn young to be in that kind of shape. That was why he'd made the clinic appointment. He was going to find out what the years of being married to Janet had done to him, and then he was going to make a big decision on what to do about it.
He'd thought about getting a girl to be his mistress. He'd even started something with one. But he'd felt too shabby after the first wild fuck with her to go on with it.
Being unfaithful went against his grain. Besides, there was something about doing that that amounted to giving up on Janet, and that sat wrong with him too.
He sighed and took another sip of milk. The same argument held for divorce-giving up. Strangely, he loved Janet still. He felt sorry for her, too. He felt a certain duty to try to get her over her shame and guilt and make her be normal again.
He knew the potential was there. She was certainly sexy enough. Like tonight. Hell, she thought he didn't know what she did in that bathroom all the time. He knew.
Once, while listening to her buzz that vibrator and squeal out an orgasm, he'd nearly bashed down the door with his cock in his hand and fucked her wet, hot pussy.
But that would have solved nothing. It would just have been the same story over again. Another rape. Any headway-if he'd made any at all in these long years with her-would be wiped away immediately. That was why he didn't just rape the shit out of her during times like tonight.
He'd felt the urge tonight. Too strongly to suit him-which was another reason he was going to have to make a decision soon. The urge was getting too strong to hold back much longer.
It would have been so easy just now to cram his cock into her pussy and rape her wildly, blasting into her, pulling out, fucking his hard, wet prick up her ass, then fucking her big tits and her mouth and her pussy again.
Forcing her-making her come. Pummeling her ripe body with such an attack of sensations that she wouldn't be able to help herself. But then he'd be no better than the bastards who had put her in this state to begin with.
He held the glass and stared into the darkness and remembered the night. He'd fallen hard for her, and they'd been going together about a month. He'd driven her to a spot at the lake for a little necking and maybe something more, although he'd respected her desire to keep her cherry for her husband. Since he'd intended to be her husband, he hadn't stopped trying. In fact, he was almost ready to talk seriously about their getting married.
Four of them had surrounded the car. He'd known them-known of them. Mean bastards. The moment the first voice had grated through the window, he'd known what was going to happen to Janet and her prized cherry.
He tried to resist. But one punch in the stomach had let him know what he would be beaten senseless, maybe to death, for no reason, with no help to Janet.
It had been frustrating, having to watch, being powerless. It had also been perversely stimulating to see the way she came and hear how she babbled mindlessly for more-more prick, more sperm, more heat. When one of them had offered to let him fuck her too, he'd been very close to doing it.
Instead, he'd been made to watch. And now he was intimately entwined with her shame and guilt. And he felt compelled to help her over it to make amends for being so helpless at the time.
He drank the last of the milk and put the glass silently on the counter. His stomach was nearly calmed now. He thought of going back into the bedroom and then hesitated.
Janet might not be finished masturbating. The thought made him conscious of his cock. It was still hard as iron, still thrusting up inside his pajamas, throbbing with need.
He wrapped his hand around it and felt a quick rush of sensation. That fuck had been totally unsatisfying.
He was just giving thought to jacking off too, when he heard a feminine titter from the porch. He released his prick quickly, and then he recognized that it had been Penny's voice.
She wasn't watching her father hold his prick in the dark kitchen. She was still out there with Bert, her girl friend's brother. Russ felt mild irritation. He'd told them to break it up a long time ago. When he'd told Janet their daughter was home, he'd simply not mentioned that she was on the porch with Bert because he knew how Janet would take that one.
He moved through the dark kitchen into the living room and toward the glass doors. He stopped, standing in darkness. He could just see them in the moonlight huddled together on the porch couch, whispering softly and intimately.
He watched them come together and kiss passionately. He saw Bert's hand slide around Penny's waist and then move to her hip. Penny squirmed with obvious heat.
Russ swallowed. He felt his prick throb, still stiff as iron. He watched the hand slide down and cup his daughter's round, firm, pert ass, and he heard the sigh of passion that escaped her lips.
Russ leaned against his easy chair, more for support than anything, when he saw Penny's thighs part slightly and Bert's hand slide around toward her pussy.
"Ohhhh, don't, Bert-you mustn't..." Penny gasped excitedly, her voice a trembling whisper.
"Why not, honey? It'll make you feel good-all over."
"Because I-ohhhh, I just can't, Bert. Don't make me. Don't force me. You should never force a girl."
He made a thick sound and kissed her again. His hand slid up her stomach toward her big tits, and he cupped one of them, fondling it fully.
"How about here, then?" he asked. "You like me to play with your tits. You said so yesterday, remember?"
"Ohhhh, God ..." Penny shivered, arching her spine, pushing her tit into his hand openly, then drawing back again. "Oh, stop making me feel all tingly inside, Bert-it isn't right!"
Russ felt around the chair and positioned himself and sat in it, feeling oddly limp and sad. There-right there on the porch-was another difficulty with leaving Janet.
She was warping Penny with her ideas about sex. The conversation proved it. Penny was hot right now, just as she should be, just as it was normal and healthy for her to be.
She wanted to have her tits felt and her ass squeezed and her sweet pussy tickled until she squirmed with bliss. But she didn't dare yield to her desires right now, because Janet had taught her that it was wrong, wicked, the path to personal disaster.
Russ sighed again, holding his hand to his stomach, hoping it wouldn't act up again. He knew he couldn't divorce Janet and leave Penny to her warped influence. He knew he couldn't just lose by default.
And yet, there came a point when his own life mattered most, too. A point when there had to be a change.
Penny moaned again, a shuddery sound, full of excitement and tingling. Russ stopped the circular hopelessness of his thinking and watched again. Any feeling of shame for spying on his daughter was overpowered by the need to see where this would lead. There was a chance that Penny's nature would win out over Janet's dire warnings. What happened out there would help him with his own decision.
"Ohhhh, Bert-that feels so good ..." Penny moaned.
There was a wet sound. Bert's face was against Penny's chest. Her blouse was lifted high. He sucked the end of her big, fresh, young tit between his lips and made the wet sound again.
"Ahhhh-ohhhh . . . don't, Bert-don't suck my tits ..." Penny moaned.
She arched her spine. She shoved the end of her tit more deeply between his lips. Her thighs scissored up and down and gave her sweet pussy a glorious massage.
"Oh, Penny-you've got fantastic tits!" Bert gasped, coming up for air. "I love sucking your tits! I love feeling them. Honey, I love everything about you!"
His hand slid along her thighs, over her short shorts, and it curled around her twat boldly.
"Ahhhh!" Penny cried gaspingly, her whole body arching like a strung bow.
Her pussy lifted high. Her buttocks lifted from the seat of the couch. Her thighs sprang open for a moment, while his hand slipped up and down on the outside of her shorts, and she gasped repeatedly, her naked tit thrusting whitely in the moonlight.
"Ohhhh, Bert! You're feeling my pussy! Ohhhh, don't, don't " . "
Her thighs clamped around his hand, squeezing tightly. Her hips twisted back and forth as if she were trying to free her steaming twat from his tingling touch.
She pulled her blouse down over her bare tit and gasped, beginning to push at him. He lowered his face to hers and sought for her lips and found them. They kissed deeply, and she stopped squirming, gasping again when they broke apart.
"Honey-honey, what's the matter with you? You like me to feel your pussy and suck your tits. You know you do! Why are you fighting it so hard?"
"It's wrong, Bert!" Penny gasped. "You'll end up trying to . . . I'm not supposed to want you to ... oh, Bert-stop moving your finger up and down my pussy slit! Please stop ..."
His hand was still between her thighs. Apparently, he kept his middle finger moving gently, making it circle over her young, straining clit, giving her constant stimulation.
Russ found that he'd leaned forward in the chair and was squinting, trying to make out what was happening in the dim light. His cock was throbbing and erect, jutting from the gap in his pajamas.
When he noticed that, he looked down at it and licked his lips. Fine father, he thought. He should be charging out there to break it up. He should be chasing the horny bastard away from his daughter.
But it would be ridiculous for him to rush out there following his straining cock. Besides, there was a growing feeling in him that most would regard as horribly perverted.
He was rooting for Bert. He was actually hoping his daughter would get fucked! He gripped his cock in his hand and squeezed it and watched harder.
"Penny-honey . . . you're supposed to want me to fuck you!" Bert gasped, drilling against her clit with the tip of his finger. "Where'd you get such screwy ideas?"
"Oh! Oh, what you said!" Penny gasped.
"I said fuck!" Bert gasped heatedly. "You want to fuck right now, honey, I can tell. You're squirming all around, and your pussy's all wet. I can feel the slippery juice coming through your panties and shorts. Ohhhh, my cock's throbbing, Penny! It wants to fuck too!"
"Oh, God-God . . . don't talk that way, Bert!" Penny whimpered, tossing her head back and forth, making her thighs squeeze and scissor around his hand again.
"Feel it, honey-just feel my cock," he said, taking her hand.
He put it in his lap, opening his thighs for her. He placed her hand over his stiff rod and moved it around, and Penny gasped again and again.
But her fingers squeezed and felt. He didn't really have to hold her hand there any more. It was the first hard prick she'd ever felt, and the touch was thrilling and scary.
"Ohhhh, it's so big, Bert!"
"Not too big, sweetie," he grinned heatedly. "It'll fit just right in your sweet, wet pussy!"
"No-no!" she cried, yanking her hand away. "You can't fuck me, Bert! I won't let you fuck me! I don't want you to fuck me!"
"All right, honey, all right," Bert gasped, grabbing her quickly, preventing her from jumping up from the couch with her sudden outburst. "We won't fuck, Penny. I promise we won't. But-ohhh, God ... I need to come, honey! My cock aches! My balls are like throbbing rocks, and they hurt!"
He leaned back and groaned with agony, cupping his hand to his crotch. Now that he'd released her, Penny was free to jump up and run into the house. But she didn't.
She hovered over him, watching him, seeing the agony in his face. She looked at his hand and the way it moved up and down the front of his pants, stroking his stiff, pulsing cock.
"Oh, Bert..." she moaned. "Honey, what's the matter? Are you sick? Bert-tell me what to do!"
"Make me come, Penny," he pleaded.
She looked at him. She licked her lips. She watched his hand move up and down over his crotch and massage his bursting cock. He looked in pain. His voice had been more urgent and imploring than she'd ever heard it.
"I. . . Bert, I-don't know . . . what to do," she stammered.
His hand stopped. His voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'll show you, honey," he said.
He sat up. He put his hands on her shoulders. He made her lean back, slouching, her legs in front of her and parted. He kissed her passionately. He cupped her tit and squeezed it and rolled the pointed end in his palm until she moaned.
"Ohhhh, Bert," she gasped. "Will feeling my tit make you come, honey? Ohhhh, feel it all you want!"
He smiled at her. He dipped his head and kissed the end of her tit, sucking the stiff, jutting nipple between his lips, rolling the sweet, rubbery nub with his tongue.
His hand passed down her flat young tummy to the tops of her shorts. Penny couldn't help arching her hips upward slightly in anticipation of the touch of his hand on her pussy again.
But his fingers pried into the waist of her shorts and reached for the sparse golden fur over her young mound before she knew what had happened.
"Ohhhh, Bert!" she gasped, shuddering and twisting. "Don't fuck me, Bert!"
"I'm not, honey-I promise I won't! Not unless .. . unless you want. . . ohhhh, what a sweet mound, Penny! What soft, wet cunt lips!"
"Bert! You're touching my pussy!" Penny gasped, pushing up against his hand and drawing away from it at the same time, her emotions mixed and confused.
"I'm going to show you how to come, honey," he breathed heatedly. "Haven't you ever come before?"
"I don't... no!" she gasped. "Ohhh, your finger! It makes me tingle all over, Bert! What are you doing to me? Ohhh, God!"
"That's your clit, honey. See how good it feels?" He stroked the stretching little organ, and Penny melted forward on the couch, resting her round buttocks on the edge and opening her thighs more.
When he started undoing the fastenings on her shorts, she put her hand over his as if to stop him, then followed his movement down with the zipper.
She gasped and whimpered as he worked shorts and panties down her hips. She even lifted her butt from the edge of the couch, and then her sweet, virginal pussy was bare and lifted and open.
Russ was still watching from the chair in the living room. His eyes bulged from his head at the sight of his daughter's sweet cunt. His prick throbbed heavily, still towering up from his lap.
He licked his lips and made a soft, husky sound in his throat. He felt his heart pound with illicit excitement. Her body was as ripe and full as her mother's.
Several emotions went through him at once. There was a moment of unreal memory, as if he'd seen this sight once before, sixteen years ago, the first time he'd seen Janet's pussy bared by hands that pulled down her panties and spread her thighs and fondled her pussy.
He felt pure desire for the sight of this young woman's lush body as he ran his eyes over the thrust of her naked, pointing tit, heaving with each breath she took.
It was the first time he'd thought of Penny as a woman ready for fucking, ready to be covered and penetrated to her depths by a throbbing, full cock. A woman, instead of his young daughter. The awareness made his prick pound heavily with need.
And he watched her naked twat lift up and down and shudder with heat against the fingers stroking and fondling it, when a terrible, base thought echoed through his head and made him dizzy.
Fuck her! Don't play with her pussy, you ass-fuck her!
He gripped his horny cock and stared breathlessly, waiting to see it happen, wanting to know that she would accept a cock willingly into her virginal body and love every moment of every stroke!
"Ohhhh, Bert!" Penny gasped, tossing her head back and forth. "It feels so good-so good! Ohhh, don't fuck me, Bert-but don't stop tickling my pussy, either!"
"I won't, honey, I won't!" Bert gasped. "Oh, God-what a sweet, warm, wet cunt! I love it! Oh, Penny-I'm going to make you come, aren't I? I can feel your lips all bloated, all wet-sucking at my fingers! I can feel every little quiver of your pussy mouth and how hot and excited it is! Ohhhh, baby-my cock ... let me just put the tip of my cock against your wet, slippery pussy meat!"
He worked frantically in his lap, unzipping his fly. His prick sprang forth, stiff and pulsing mightily, a drop of oil already gleaming at the blazing tip.
He held his dick with one hand and her wet twat with the other, and he started to roll his hips over against hers to mount her.
Penny stared down at her first cock and gasped. The warm tube rubbed against the side of her hip. The tip nosed through her pussy curls and brushed over the end of her burning, throbbing clit, seeking the slit between the silken folds of her cunt lips.
Fuck her, Bert-fuck her open and let her love it!
"Ohhhh, God-God!" Penny wailed, clutching his cock in her trembling fingers. "Don't fuck me, Bert! You promised!"
Bert rolled back. His prick jerked and pounded in her hand. He groaned with that sound of agony again.
"Penny- I've got to come!" he shuddered.
"Suck my cock off! Ohhhh, wrap your sweet lips around my prick and French me until I come!"
No, sir! Russ cried inwardly, nearly springing from the chair, stiff cock in his hand or not. The young bastard wasn't going to introduce her to sex that way! Not his daughter! That would turn her off before she started, and she would be certain her mother had been right.
"Ohhhh, Bert! Bert! I feel all funny! Something's happening to me, Bert! Ohhh, don't stop tickling my pussy! God, I tingle all over! Ah! Ahhhh!"
She arched. Her hips tossed. Her big tits swelled. Her mouth fell open .with shock, and her eyes stared. Her legs stiffened in front of her, and her pussy mouth sucked and quivered with wet sounds in the still night.
To his credit, Bert turned his attention to her and massaged her whole twat vigorously; sliding his finger up and down her slippery, sodden slit, rolling it across her pulsing button.
"Yaaaagh!" Penny cried, her virginal body whipping up and down with orgasm.
Her thighs parted widely. She gave her fresh pussy over to his masturbating hand and came hard against it, juice pouring from her slippery hole and bathing his fingers.
At the same time, her fingers clenched and released and tightened again around his hard cock. Her arm jerked up and down with reflexive quivers from her first orgasm, and she got her second surprise.
"Ah!" Bert gasped. "God, here it comes, Penny! Ohhh, wonderful, wonderful!. Jack me harder! Here it-ahhhhgh!"
His hips arched upward. His prick fucked into her hand and pulsed vibrantly, the head swelling, the big eye opening. Penny was still shivering with virginal waves as she looked down at his trembling prick that had become so wildly alive.
She yipped with surprise when a stream of sperm jetted powerfully from the tip and flooded over her hand and her thigh. It was warm and syrupy, so exciting that another shiver swept through her hot body and made her moan.
The stuff kept spurting from his prick. Gob after gob, soaking her. She smelled the mustiness, the heady scent. She felt it trickle over her skin, down the side of her hip, into her pussy hair.
She heard his moan of release and felt the way he sagged back against the couch. A look of bliss came to his face, and she knew he wasn't in pain and agony any more.
She felt good herself-fresh and tingling and spirited. She leaned over and kissed Bert heatedly on the mouth, her hand pumping up and down his slippery, drenched shaft. If she made him come again, then he'd feel even better, and he wouldn't be sore for not letting him fuck her.
"Ahhh-enough!" Bert gasped, reaching for her hand. His cock swelled redly with the additional stimulation, feeling ready to burn off at the root.
"What's the matter, Bert?" Penny asked with worry. "Wasn't it any good for you? Didn't I jack you right? Don't you want to come again, honey?"
He gasped. He looked at her and shook his head with disbelief. He couldn't believe she was so naive. A girl of fifteen just had to know more than she was letting on she knew.
"You gotta wait a minute, Penny," he gasped, lifting her hand from his flaming prick. "A guy can't bang them off one after the other like that."
She tipped her head. "Oh? Then why did I? I came twice, Bert. I could feel it. Maybe three times, I'm not sure."
"Well, yeah-you're a girl. Girls do that."
"You mean I could come again-right now?"
"Sure," he grinned.
"Then do it!" she whispered urgently. "I loved it!" s He sat up, moaning. He gripped his cock and shook it slightly.
"I'll bet I could come again if I fucked you this time. In fact, I know I could, baby."
She drew back, closing her spread pussy slightly. "No," she said, her voice rather chilly.
"Come on, baby-it'll really send you. Getting your pussy rubbed is nothing compared to a hard cock drilling into you."
He moved against her. He tried to push her down onto her back on the couch and climb over her and fuck his hot cock into her virginal pussy. His prick jerked stiffly at the thought of what it would be like inside her now that she'd come and gotten herself sopping wet with cunt honey.
Penny hesitated. She chewed on her lower lip with indecision, in a gesture resembling her mother's. Russ sat forward on the edge of the living room chair again, holding his cock hard and feeling the way it was nearly bursting with heat.
Would she do it? Would his daughter let herself be fucked?
"Bert, stop," Penny said firmly. "No!"
She pushed at him with a straight arm, closing her legs tightly. She scooted away from him and quickly drew her panties and shorts up over her butt cheeks without working the zipper and buttons, just holding them against her young body while she looked defiantly at him.
Bert shrugged finally, giving up the chase for now. "I don't get it, Penny," he whispered. "You liked everything else. You came like hell, didn't you? Jeez, I fingered your twat all over. What difference does it make now if I fuck it with my prick?"
Penny held her head stiffly and spoke like a real martyr. "Mother didn't say anything about a boy making me come, but she said plenty about they'd want to fuck me. She was right, Bert. I didn't think you'd be like that, but you are. It's all you want. It's all you talk about. You'd do anything to get your-your hard cock into my virginal pussy! Oh!"
She nearly sobbed. Her disappointment in him was shattering. She stood by the side of the couch and looked at him until he licked his lips and held up his hands in a helpless gesture of apology for his blunder.
"I'm sorry, Penny," he whispered. "I thought-I just thought you wanted to, that's all."
"You'd better go, Bert. I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah-yeah, all right, Penny," he said, stuffing his wet prick into his pants and zipping them. He made a motion toward her, and she stepped back. "Hey, honey-don't be sore. I won't try it again. I promise."
"Good night, Bert," she said coolly.
He sighed heavily and turned and let himself through the screen door of the porch. Penny didn't move until the sound of his steps on the damp grass was gone.
Russ continued to sit in the chair and watch his daughter. He couldn't help it. She looked so much like Janet and sounded so much like her just then that his heart nearly quit beating.
A great sadness filled him. Janet had gotten to her after all. Now he didn't know what he was going to do.
Then, before he could gather himself together and slip through the darkness, Penny turned and raced toward the glass doors, still holding her shorts up around her hips with her hand. She sobbed softly as she passed through the opening. She stopped short with a gasp and stared right at him, seeing his dark shape in the darkness of the room.
"Daddy!" she whispered. "Daddy, you were watching!" She stood indecisively, not knowing whether to be outraged or ashamed. Then she made a small sound and rushed toward him, falling to her knees in front of the chair and hugging her head to his lap.
Russ didn't even think. The press of her firm, warm tit against his hard prick didn't even register on his mind. He was suddenly all father, and his arms became full of the sobbing, whimpering flesh of his daughter's young body.
"Oh, Daddy-I feel so awful! What am I going to do, Daddy? Daddy, I wanted him to fuck me! I did, Daddy! I wanted him to!"