Chapter 8

Russ still felt drunk. But it wasn't from the booze any more. That had long since worn off, back in Sherry's apartment. It was from something emotional inside him, and he knew just what it was.

He was free.

He'd been a prisoner of Janet's for sixteen long years. A prisoner of her guilt. He'd been a prisoner of his own guilt, too, in a way.

How many times had he remembered that night? Millions, at least. And why? Because he'd witnessed his virginal girl friend being fucked to a wanton, babbling frenzy of lust?

Maybe at first, but that wasn't the real reason. Certainly not for this long.

His own guilt had come from being so helpless-from having to stand around and shove his hands into his pockets and just watch, as if looking on at a game of marbles, or something.

Yet, had he really been helpless? Or had he just been a fucking yellow-bellied coward, afraid to lift a hand and tear into them and make them stop?

He hadn't had a chance. Not against four of them. He'd told Janet that often enough. He'd told himself that even more often. Yet, there was an image that kept recurring and wouldn't let him alone.

When he closed his eyes, even right now, walking down the sidewalk toward the motel, he could see it, just as it had been there sixteen years ago.

The branch. The gray-white, dead, seasoned, hard, heavy, Dark oak branch.

It had been lying just off the pathway. The moon's silvery light had picked it out and made it glare at him from the darkness of the surrounding grass and bushes.

He'd seen it. He'd thought about picking it up. He'd had several chances to do that. Then, with the branch in his hand . . .

He'd gone back to the lake a week after. He'd found the branch. He'd picked it up and had tested its heft. It was like a baseball bat. He could still remember the sudden hollowness in his chest when he'd swung it experimentally-then the surge of power from his guilt back then when he'd heaved that damned branch as far into the lake as he could.

Russ saw a couple stare at him as they passed him on the dimly lit street. The woman pointed.

The man laughed with a snickering sound. They hurried off.

Russ looked down at his hand and saw what had startled them. He was holding the brass prick by the head, his fist tight about it, just as if it were a club. As if it were the branch he could have beat the shit out of those four bastards with.

He glanced around quickly. He shoved the cock under the cover of his coat. He passed a litter bin and nearly tossed the prick into it.

He set his jaw. No, it was for Janet. It was the symbol of their whole lousy marriage. He'd give it to her. The cock she deserved and the club he could have used and didn't. That's what the brass prick was.

He hurried along the street, seeing the motel just ahead. Oddly, he felt giddier than ever, barely able to wait until he could toss the heavy cock at her feet and gather his things together and walk out.

Penny? She was just going to have to take care of herself. He was finished. Through. It was time to come alive, to start living, before he was dead.

He mounted the steps and paused before the door. He sucked air clear down to his balls-sweet, clean, tingling drafts of air.

He twisted the knob and opened the door and saw two naked-assed bastards fucking his wife and his daughter. - They looked up. The men looked. The girls were trussed and couldn't turn to look.

A new kind of dizziness came over him. He was aware of the two of them drawing their glistening, cum-coated pricks out and standing up to face him.

Their expressions were intensely threatening. It would have been comical, if he'd felt amused right then. It took skill to look threatening when you were buck-assed naked and had just been caught with your prick up a guy's wife's pussy-or his daughter's ass.

"Daddy!" Penny cried, the sound quavering and full of emotion.

"It ain't him, Cody!" Floyd croaked. "That ain't Roger!"

Cody didn't respond. He was. crouching. His stocky body looked hard and muscular, all the more so since he had no clothes on to cover the bulges.

The motion was automatic with Russ. It had been an imagined motion for sixteen years, and it was now suddenly real, and he knew it was going to be different this time.

The brass-plated cast-iron prick came into his hand. The shaft angled from his fist, capped by big, solid, heavy balls. He moved forward, conscious of the way his wife was spreadeagled on the bed, the way her red pussy gasped wetly open and gleamed with the sperm that ran backward from it.

He was aware, too, that there was his daughter this time. His mind jumped from the present to the past and back again. Penny looked so much like Janet that he had both time slots before him at once-Janet in the past and Janet in the present. Both raped.

The club was in his hand this time. There were only two of them instead of four. There could have been ten, it wouldn't have mattered. He would still have waded into their midst after all the years of imagining the chance to do it again.

Cody leaped sideways, an agile jump. But it wasn't quite agile enough, because he was having to invent on the spot, while Russ had practiced in his mind for an eon.

The cast-iron balls swung through the air and caught Cody in the side, just under the arm held up to fend off the blow. He yelled and staggered into the wall.

Floyd rushed forward in long-legged strides, swinging his fist. Russ pivoted and reversed the prick in his hands, holding the balls, shoving out with the thrusting shaft.

It was all one smooth motion, like doing a ballet. The cockhead rammed into Floyd's lanky stomach, and Russ could swear he felt it bump against the man's spine on the other side.

Floyd barfed instantly, doubling over, clutching his stomach. Another pivot, another reversal in his hands, another swing, and the heavy balls thudded over Floyd's skinny butt.

He pitched forward and rammed his head into the wall and collapsed on the spot. Cody staggered toward the door, clearly wanting out, naked or not.

Russ watched him move. He felt so damn strange he couldn't believe he was just standing there. There wasn't any rush. The bastard wasn't going to get away. Not after all this time.

Cody was nearly out the door when Russ moved forward. He got behind Cody and saw the dangling point of his aim, right there between Cody's legs.

He didn't use the brass prick. He swung his foot back and forward-like a dancer again. He wondered how many times he'd made this kick in his mind. Enough so that the aim was perfect.

Maybe Cody's sac ruptured, and maybe the toe of Russ's shoe went part way up his asshole, Russ wasn't sure. The man bellowed into the night and pitched through the door clutching his crotch, rolling naked over the concrete landing' and down the cement steps, crashing into a rough-textured concrete upright. He writhed, abrading his naked body to the point where he would have no skin left covering him if he didn't stop.

Russ saw Floyd lift to his hands and knees, his head weaving groggily back and forth, his butt pointing up and back.

Russ grinned suddenly. He hadn't practiced the next move. He invented it on the spot. It was a clever invention. It showed he still had life in him after all.

He placed the tip of the iron-hard cock right at Floyd's exposed asshole and shoved. He shoved hard. A scream ripped from Floyd's throat. The iron balls snuggled up against his thin asscheeks as the shaft of the cock reamed into his butt. To make sure it was all the way up, Russ tapped the base of the balls with his foot. To be accurate, in fact, he kicked it.

Floyd screamed the way Cody had. Not quite as painfully, but close. He tried to crawl to the door. He seemed to have trouble bending the small of his back, moving as if he had a rod up his ass.

When it dawned on Russ that the bastard was trying to steal away with his fifty-dollar brass prick, Russ went up behind him, grasped the iron balls snuggled up against his butt, put his foot on Floyd's ass, then caused a rapid, forceful separation of his property and Floyd's asshole. The man screamed throatily again and pitched through the door to join his buddy.

They both writhed and groaned, unable to get up. They lay there in public and looked as if they were playing with themselves, grabbing their crotches and moaning. People were beginning to notice.

Russ closed the door. He looked at the stiff, ever-ready shaft thrusting upward. It was a little messy now, but it was still serviceable. He turned back, grinning at his women, showing them the fine prick he'd acquired.

"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." Penny moaned.

Russ stopped grinning. That chapter was over-finally finished after all this time. He hurried to his daughter.

He looked at her balled-up body, running his eyes over the round, spread ass, able to see her inflamed little anus and the seep of white sperm from it.

He gathered the sheet strips in his hands and pulled. The material burst apart. Penny yipped. He worked the knots free at her wrists, and color tingled back into her fingertips as she slowly uncoiled and lifted her arms about him and hugged her naked, sweet body against his.

"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." she sobbed. "Daddy, they raped us and made us come! Again and again! We couldn't help it, Daddy! They made us do it!"

Russ blanched. He held his daughter's shudder­ing body and turned his head slowly, looking at his wife. Her eyes were big and popping. She made sounds behind her gag, trying to talk.

He looked at her spread pussy. He could see how wet it was, how much it had been fucked. There was far too much juice gushing from her hole for some of it not to be hers.

A cold rage consumed him. Then a kind of realization hit him and made him reel, as if it had been a physical blow.

Of course! He'd tried everything to get her to come-everything but raping her himself!

He went to the bed. He looked down at her spread pussy. He saw it quiver and suck inward and more juice ooze from it. While he stared, Janet's hips lifted and circled with invitation. Invitation!

His scalp prickled. It was crazy, but there was no denying the way his fucked-out cock was filling again, lifting inside his pants, responding to the wet, sucking sight of the hole that had been denied him so long.

With a strange cry, he yanked open his belt and unzipped his fly and shoved down his pants. He wasn't aware of his daughter's gasp. She wasn't even around. This was something between him and Janet.

Janet's eyes rolled. Her cunt fluttered wildly. She moaned behind the gag, trying to spit it out. He climbed over the bed and aimed his steely cock.

He was insane. He had to be. A guy didn't take advantage of his wife right after she'd been raped.

But he had to feel it. Damn it, he'd been married to her for sixteen years, and he hadn't felt it once yet. He had to feel what her cunt was like when it was wet and hot and sucking and eager for a cock. He had the right to feel it just once!

He plowed into her pussy. His prick sank deeply into the silken, shivering maw of her red-meated hole. He pressed against her hips and felt her toss and shudder.

Her muscles gripped and pulled and sucked at his prick, just the way he'd imagined they would do for so many years. It was the culmination of all his waiting, of all his patience and efforts.

She tossed and moaned under him. Every part of her squirmed and sucked. Her pussy flesh milked up and down his prick until he couldn't believe the intense sensations she was giving him.

Suddenly, her legs were lifting up and locking around his butt. He turned his head and saw that Penny had untied the sheets and was now coming around the bed to untie her hands and remove the gag- Russ didn't want her to do that. Once she was free, Janet would start pushing at him, complaining and whimpering and being her cold, unapproach­able self.

And yet. . . her heel found the crack of his ass and pressed inward. She moved her legs rhythmi­cally, helping him fuck, making his stiff cock ram into her body deeper and deeper.

When one arm was free, it curled about his neck and held him tightly to her. She thrust her tits upward against his chest. She moved back and forth, massaging his chest with her big tits-the firm mounds she didn't like for him to touch.

When her other arm went around his neck, he felt captured. Her body arched and twisted under him. He wasn't controlling the plunge and withdrawal of his prick any more-she was! She was raping him!

Penny reached forward and plucked the gag from her mouth. Russ held his breath, waiting for the words that would give the lie to all her body was doing.

"Ahhhh, darling-fuck me! Fuck me!" Janet cried. "Ram that big, wonderful prick into my cunt and fuck me hard! Ohhh, don't ever stop fucking me, darling! We've so much to make up for! God, Russ, I'm going to come! Sweet, hard, wonderful come! Ahhhhgh!"

It was explosive. Her body arched and shuddered. Her cunt walls flooded his prick and sucked at the tube, milking him as he'd never been milked before, not even by the whore tonight.

There was a difference anyway. The whore was a whore. This was his wife-the woman he'd lived with and loved all these years, the woman who had borne his sweet, beautiful daughter.

"Ahhhhgh, Russ! I'm cured! I want to fuck! I want your big prick and your sperm hosing into me! Let it go, Russ-give it to me, now!"

He couldn't stop it. Especially when Penny's hand smoothed over his butt and went between his legs and fondled his balls. She hovered over her mother and father and watched breathlessly, waiting for him to blast his load freely and fully into her mother's receptive cunt.

He couldn't hold it. The charge bolted from him. He ground down against Janet's hips and shuddered, his prick pumping wildly.

"Janet..." he gasped. "I don't..."

"Oh, darling-it was Penny! She showed me, Russ! She-ohhh, I'll explain it all later! Right now, Russ, I-" She gasped. She sucked in air and turned colors. "Russ, I want. . . ohhh, fuck my ass, darling-fuck it!" she blurted. "Anywhere you want, everywhere you want! Between my tits! In my mouth! God, there's so much wasted time to make up!"

"Ohhhh, Mommy-me first!" Penny pleaded, sitting beside them, her young pussy stretched open wide. She had the head of the brassy prick at her cunt mouth. They could both see her cherry stretched over her vagina. They could see the heat and the quivering and the juiciness of her succulent twat.

"Me first, Mommy!" she gasped again.

Russ sucked in his breath. His cock throbbed and jerked inside his wife's cunt. He felt the answering squeeze of her pussy.

"Yes!" she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. "Darling, you must! You must fuck our sweet daughter! She must have a good, patient, loving man for her first prick! Ohhh, I want you to be her first, Russ!"

She pushed at him. It wasn't like the other times when she'd pushed at him. She'd been rejecting him then. Now, there was a totally different quality to her push. There was complete assurance that he would be welcomed back.

He watched his daughter spread out on the bed, her hips twisting, her pussy mouth sucking. The ripe, sweet cherry was begging to be plucked.

There was a moment of confusion as he climbed over her. Her image swam before his vision. She became young Janet for a moment-pure, innocent Janet, the girl of his youth, his dreams, the one in his car just before they'd come and taken her from him.

Her arms lifted. Her pussy spread wide. Her knees raised and parted. Her pelvis rocked upward to receive his throbbing prick. He felt himself burst through her thin membrane. He heard her sharp cry of happiness. He felt his cock slide into the sweet, silky haven of her youthful body.

Now it was truly over. He had his wife again, past and present. It was totally erased.

He heard his wife gasp heatedly beside him, and he came back to the present, knowing that he was fucking his daughter. Her arms and legs went around him.

He felt his wife stir his balls and feel the union of his cock in their daughter's virginal pussy. She slipped the juice from Penny's cunt and coated her own asshole with it, readying herself, eagerly waiting.

"Ohhhh, Daddy-I'm coming!" Penny cried.

"Fuck her, Russ! Fuck her good and hard!" Janet urged in his ear, kissing him all over while she smeared the wetness over her crotch and ass.

"Janet!" he gasped. "Janet-at last!"

His balls boiled. His prick hosed. He shot his sperm into his daughter's virginal pussy and felt her drink it up. But already he was turning to his wife, feeling her round ass, looking at the wetness between her thighs.

His prick throbbed. God, it throbbed!