Chapter 2
GIRL OF THE HILLS
"I figured I'd start screaming and that'd scare Jim off, but then I remembered that there was no one home. There was no one around the house, and we were way out in the hills. I was alone with my brother, and even though he was only fourteen, he was pretty strong. He had always been the stocky one, and I often heard him boasting to the others about how he could lick any kid. He also used to boast about his cock, how big it was. And here I was finding out for myself, as he stood in front of me with that thick thing sticking out of his pants and his hands holding me down on the couch. He knew I was scared to death, and he was laughing as he tried to push himself on me.
"He bent his head down real close and kissed me, but I pulled aside, feeling his lips slip across my cheek. 'Come on, Lucy,' he said, real rough like, 'you gotta lose it sometime.' I struggled, trying to think of something to stop him. But I was only ten, and I really didn't know what to do, or think, or anything. I just knew my brother wanted to push that thing of his into me, and I knew, from what mama had said, you can get pregnant that way. Ah, that was it, I thought. I'd scare him off.
"'Hey, you bastard!' I screamed at him. 'You knock me up and pa'll beat the shit out of you.' He laughed real loud. 'I ain't plannin' to fuck you there,' he said. 'I'm gonna give it to you up your ass.' I really almost fainted then, my eyes on his rod as it pushed against me, wondering how in hell he could get that thing up my ass. I'd watched my other two brothers playing round once out in the field. They didn't know I was watching, but I was, and I saw Larry stick his cock up Johnny's ass-hole, and I knew it must've hurt some, because Johnny was moaning and groaning, but Larry had kept on pumping away till something happened, and he stopped, and they both lay down. I know now what happened, but back then I didn't. Which made me all the more scared of Jim trying the same thing.
"His one hand was pushing against my chest, and the other reached down and started pulling at my panties. I kept saying, 'Please, please,' but he paid me no mind. His prick was throbbing, hard and firm, sticking out of his pants. The next thing, he had my panties down off my butt and had pushed me back further so he could kneel between my legs, I felt his flesh touch my ass, and I wriggled more. 'You better lay still, you hear?' he snapped. 'Or I'm gonna belt you one.' I began crying, and he cussed me out some more. He put his hand up to his mouth, spat on it, and then rubbed his cock, making it slippery. I felt the end of it press against my ass-hole and push in. He began grinning. 'Yeah, wriggle, you little bitch.'
Then, with a real hard thrust, he rammed the end in and it slipped into me. Jim had a real big cock, at least for his age, and I thought I was gonna pass out, it hurt so much. 'Take it easy,' he said, and his voice was softer then. 'If you relax, it won't hurt.' By then I'd have done anything to make it feel better, so I did what he said. I just lay back, and quit twisting and fighting him. I felt my ass relax, and slowly his whole cock slid into me and he began pulling it in and out. After the first shock wore off, I suddenly realized it felt good. His prick might have looked big, but then, this was the first one I'd ever seen that close. After I relaxed, it felt good, and I closed my eyes, while he went on fucking me. He began moaning, and I suddenly remembered Johnny groaning in the field that day while Larry was fucking him. It wasn't pain. It was because it felt good! And the more Jim pushed that thing into me, the better it felt. Jim tried to kiss me, but I didn't want any of that, especially as he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. Back then, that didn't feel good, like I learned later. So he just lay on me, pumping his cock in and out of my ass, each thrust getting faster and faster.
" 'Oh, wow, that's good pussy,' he said. 'Twist your ass.' I began moving my hips and he moaned some more. 'Good, good,' he said, 'keep doing that.'
"His ramming into me got faster 'n' faster, and then suddenly he let out a big moan, and I felt his rod plunge all the way inside me, and it seemed to throb and quiver and I could feel something warm and wet in me, which made his prick more juicy and I felt something running out my ass between my cheeks.
" 'I'm coming, coming!' he shouted, and his hands grabbed me so firm I thought he would break my bones, but then he went all limp and lay on top of me, breathing real heavy. Then I felt his cock get soft and slide out of me. I stared at it. It wasn't nearly as big, and it was all shriveled up. 'What happened to it?' I asked, and he laughed. 'It'll get hard again soon if I want it to,' he told me, standing up, and flopping it in front of my face. 'It gets soft after you shoot. I just shot into you.'
"I could tell from the look on his face that he was pleased. 'Does it feel good?' I asked, and he nodded. 'It's the best,' he told me. 'And when you get older, you'll feel good, too, when you get a dick up your pussy.' I shook my head. 'That means I'll have a baby,' I said, 'and I ain't planning to have no baby. Pa'd kill me.' Jim shook his cock at me. 'Well, you'd better not get this up your snatch,' he said seriously, 'or you'll have one for sure.' 'Okay,' I said, and I really meant it. 'I'll just do it some other way then.' He laughed and told me I'd better stick to corn-holing. He told me I had a real good ass-hole, too, nice and tight.
"As we talked, I kept staring at Jim's prick. It was hanging out of his pants, and soon it started to get hard again, standing out from his body, the red head pushing through the skin around the end. I reached out. I wasn't scared no more. I wanted to feel it, so I took it in my fingers and started playing with it. It was the first time I'd ever held one, and Jim stood there, looking down at me. He laughed. 'Little sister--likes cock,' he said. 'Go on. Hold it tight, make it real hard.' I held it firm and rubbed that skin back and forth along the shaft, and I could feel it twitch and grow in size until it was all hard again.
"He told me to kiss it, and I shook my head. 'Go on, it tastes good,' he said. 'Angela told me so.' Angela was a girl at school, and I knew she and Jim had been messing around together. I bent forward and put my lips to the end. It tasted sort of salty. Jim pushed, and it slid between my lips and into my mouth. He began pumping it in and out, and I felt it bang against the back of my throat. 'Suck it, suck it,' he said. 'Make like it's a lollipop.' I sucked, and the more I did, the better it tasted. Jim reached down and undid the top button on his pants, and they fell down. 'Play with my balls,' he told me, and I reached out and took them in my hand. They weren't very hairy, just a little hair around them, and around the base of his cock. I let my fingers run through the hair, and he began wiggling his butt, pushing his cock into my mouth. 'Good, good,' he moaned, and I felt his rod throb, and it seemed to get thicker each time I sucked on it. I felt my tongue lick across the end, where the slit is, and he liked that. The longer I did it, the more I liked it. It was great, feeling that flesh in my mouth, and I liked the taste. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed my head and held it firm and I felt something come out of his rod and fill my mouth. I jerked back, gulping automatically, and the rest of his come shot all over my face and down the front of my dress. 'Why'd you do that?' he shouted, trying to push it back in, but he was through.
"He was real mad, and told me next time to leave it in till he was through shooting. I said I didn't like that, but after another few times, I liked it just as much as having his cock up my ass. Even now, I still prefer having a man fuck me in the ass than up my cunt. It just feels better to me, I guess. Hell, if papa hadn't screwed me that night, I wouldn't've got knocked up like I did. I tried to fight him off, but papa's real horny. I know from the way he goes at my ma all the time. When my pa gets a notion to fuck, he does, and nothing stops him."
Jake and Mary Lou Giddens (assumed name) were residents of the hill country of the Ozarks in Missouri. Growing up in poor circumstances, neither of them had anything better than a meager education and a family background that left much to be desired. When Mary Lou was fourteen, she became pregnant by Jake, who married her and took her to live in his cabin in the hills, not far from his parents, who supported them for a while. Jake, only seventeen at the time, worked at odd jobs, barely making enough to get by.
Jake felt a constant resentment over his enforced marriage, blaming Mary Lou for not being careful, when, in reality, it was his youthful virility and growing sexuality that was responsible.
Their firstborn was a boy, Jim, and just as soon as Mary was able, she was again taken by Jake. The ensuing years saw three more children for them, Larry, Johnny, and Lucy. Jake's unceasing sexual activity with his wife took its toll. She had complications, and Lucy was their last child. The fact that Mary Lou had almost died, as a result of Jake's sexual demands upon her, made no difference to him. His animal nature dominated his outr look, coupled with his ever-present resentment of the way he was forced into marriage. Mary Lou led a miserable and unhappy life, but like most of the poorer classes in the hills, she endured it, finding some consolation in her church membership and activity. Jake's meager income was further depleted by his drinking. It was only through the kindness and help of relatives that Mary Lou scraped together enough food to keep the family from starving.
The oldest boy, Jim, inherited most of his father's good looks and strong build, as well as a burgeoning sex drive that had him seducing girls when he was eleven. His father considered this a good sign, and despite Mary Lou's plaintive protests, he encouraged the boy, and his brothers, to pursue sex as often as they felt they wanted to and were able.
Jake's drunken fits often drove him to unrelenting sexual attacks on Mary Lou, often with no regard for the prying eyes of the children. There were many nights when the boys would openly observe through the bedroom door as Jake forced Mary Lou to submit to his desires. The girl, Lucy, grew up in this sordid atmosphere, but her basic instincts led her not to watch openly as her brothers did.
The home was limited in space to begin with, and even if there had been more than the two bedrooms and the living room (used as a bedroom for Lucy), the noise of Mary Lou's pitiful cries would have told the children more than enough. The brothers took this as part of their natural education, and enjoyed it. Lucy, having observed her mother once being forced to submit, became terrified and would lie whimpering whenever Jake came home drunk and proceeded to have intercourse with Mary Lou. Her cries rang through the house, and the boys would look at each other and grin, but Lucy's heart went out to her mother.
There grew within her an abiding fear of men and what they could do. She did not understand the beauty that two can enjoy from sex. Her young mind was indelibly engraved with her mother's screams and the sight of her father covering her with his body and holding her down forcibly.
As if this were not enough to warp her future outlook, she was seduced by her brother Jim when she was only ten. With juvenile cunning and fear of getting her pregnant, he forced her to have anal intercourse, which he had already found to be pleasurable, and certainly foolproof for avoiding paternity. His father had long since informed him of the dangers of getting a girl pregnant.
Despite her fear of men, Lucy found the experience with her brother not without its pleasurable aspects. After the first encounter, she submitted to Jim again, and later to her other brothers.
In this atmosphere of incestuous sexuality, Lucy reached puberty herself, which made her all the more determined not to allow herself to get pregnant. Mary Lou had a long talk with her on the dangers of allowing a boy to go too far, recounting her own experience with Jake. Lucy became firmly convinced that she would allow no man to have vaginal intercourse with her, not until she was married to him.
However, her experiences with her brothers had shown her that anal intercourse could be a more than satisfactory means of enjoying the opposite sex. She began going with a boy from a neighboring farm, but preserved her virginity. Jim had married and moved away, and Larry and Johnny were occupied with their respective girl friends. Lucy felt she would probably end up marrying her boyfriend and looked forward to the event.
However, Jake had been drinking more than usual, and one night came home early. Mary Lou was away at a nearby farm, doing some housework to earn some extra money. Lucy was attending to her chores when her father came in, very drunk, and proceeded to attack her. She screamed and ran, but he caught her, ripped off her dress, and raped her in the living room.
Later, Mary Lou returned home to find Lucy in near hysterics on the bed, and Jake passed out on the floor. When he awoke, he denied any memory of what had happened, but Mary Lou could not deny the evidence of bloodstains and Lucy's hysterical condition.
As the months passed, it became evident that Lucy was pregnant. Her condition came to the attention of the school nurse, and the story came out.
Lucy was referred to the county welfare officer, who had many talks with the girl. Despite action that could be taken against the father, there was still the problem of Lucy, an unwed teenage mother and still in a rather unbalanced state of mind following the occurrence.
Mary Lou felt that if Lucy's boyfriend was willing to marry her and assume responsibility for the baby, it might be the easiest way of resolving the problem. But Lucy was violently against the idea. Hysterically, she screamed that she would never again have anything to do with any man. Her father's attack had left a deep psychological scar.
Finally, the welfare officer and the school nurse suggested that Lucy undergo treatment by a psychiatrist to try and repair the psychological damage, thereby paving the way to a possible marriage, or at least a rational frame of mind for the girl.
Lucy agreed to visit the psychiatrist, and over a series of visits related her entire background and history leading up to the assault by her father.
"Like I said, I didn't want to have no one stick his cock in me. Not in front, anyway. I remembered too well how my pa used my ma. I was only about seven or eight, round that age, when I first saw what it meant. They let me sleep in the living room on the old couch. My brothers all slept in the other room, all of them in one big bed, same as ma and pa had in their room. I had gone to sleep one night, and I remember waking up and hearing ma screaming. I sat up and looked over. The lights were out, but it was bright moonlight, and I saw my brothers crouched on the floor looking through the bedroom door. I got out from under the covers and went over to see what was going on. Jim, he's the oldest, told me to go back to sleep. I could tell from the way he whispered at me that something was going on, and I wanted to know what it was.
"I pushed my head round the edge of the door, and all I could see was my ma, with no clothes on, on her back, and my pa, all naked and with a big thing sticking out of his legs, and he was slapping ma across the face. 'Eat it, eat it,' he was saying, and I didn't understand what he meant. My brothers all giggled, and I saw they had their hands between their legs, playing with their cocks 'What's pa doing?' I asked Jim, and he told me pa was fucking ma.
"I really stared then, and I saw my pa's prick go down between ma's legs and he lay on top of her and began humping away, biting her tits and squeezing her. She was twisting and her hands were clawing across his back. I got real scared and started crying. Jim told me to shut up. 'He ain't hurting her,' he told me. 'She's loving it.' "Then why is she crying out?' I asked, and they all laughed. 'Hell, pa's got a big dick,' said Larry. 'That's why she's crying out.'
"I still didn't know what it all meant. I just kept hearing my mother's cries and my pa's grunts and moans and that old bed was rocking like it was fit to break apart any minute, and I got scared. I crept back to the couch and pulled the blankets up to my head, trying to drown out the sounds. But they went on, on and on, and, in-between their voices, I heard my brothers giggling and scuffling about on the floor. I didn't understand then about what they were doing, jacking themselves off as they watched. I even didn't know what jack off meant back then, but I knew it must be something they liked to do, and also something dirty because it had to do with their pricks, and I had once heard my ma shout at my pa, 'Take that dirty prick away from me,' so I knew it was something nasty. Oh, I was a real scared little girl back then, not knowing why my pa was doing those things to my ma. After that first time, I asked Jim about it.
"He laughed at first, but then he told me that was how people made babies, and also how they had a good time. I think this was about the time that Jim had started getting interested in girls. He had one girl from across the hill who used to come and see him, and they'd go Off together in the bushes. I decided to follow them one day, and I carefully hid myself and watched.
"They found a real secret place between the trees and lay down. Jim was feeling around the girl's legs and kissing her. She pulled off her dress, and I saw her tits were small but starting to sprout. He closed his mouth around them and sucked them, and she twisted and made funny noises in her throat. Then I saw that Jim had opened his pants and his cock was sticking out, real hard. The girl took it in her hand and began playing with it. She pulled the skin back and forth along the shaft and Jim got real excited. He rolled on top of her and pushed his cock between her legs and they were twisting together, just like I had seen ma and pa do, only the girl wasn't making all those horrible sounds that ma did. Jim went on humping away until suddenly he cried out, and then he rolled off her, and lay there. I saw his cock wasn't hard anymore, but soft, and lying flat against his pants. The girl smiled at him and kissed him and said it had felt real good, and he had a lovely cock. I remember I was surprised that it was so big.
"I had seen by brother in the bathroom, and his prick had always looked just like his brother's, small and wrinkled, but when it got hard, it sure stood up and seemed to be thicker and longer, like I'd never seen it before. And I knew from the way that girl behaved she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Then I remembered that Larry had said my pa had a big dick which was why ma cried out. I figured that Jim's would grow bigger as he got older.
"I wanted to ask Jim about what had happened, but I was scared. I knew he'd maybe beat me up for watching him and the girl in the bushes that day. So all I knew was that a boy's prick got hard and he pushed it between a girl's legs and she had a baby. I don't remember whether that girl Jim lay with that day ever had a baby, but in my mind I was sure that she did. I still didn't know how it happened, and I was afraid of the whole mess. I felt it was dirty and it hurt, so I made up my mind if any boy ever tried to do that to me, I'd fight him off. Of course, the noise from ma's bedroom went on, month after month, and this only added to my fears.
"I guess I was about ten when Jim attacked me that one day and corn-holed me. I knew at the time that nothing would make him change his mind, and he agreed that he didn't want me to have a baby, so he stuck his prick into my ass. It hurt when it first went in, but afterwards it felt pretty good, and I enjoyed it. I guess I felt it was something naughty, and wanted to find out, just like most kids will. And I felt, since Jim was my brother, it couldn't hurt to try.
"A few days after this happened, he must have told Larry and Johnny, because we were all out in the woods one day, playing, when Larry took out his cock and said he wanted to fuck me. I ran away, but they caught me. I struggled and told them to lay off, but Larry said if I did it for Jim, I should do it for him and Johnny as well.
"They got Jim to hold me while they took off their pants. They pulled my panties down and turned me over, and I felt Larry try to push his hard cock into my ass. Jim told him to spit on it, so it'd slide in easy. He did, and then I felt it go in, and he started pumping away. After a while, he climbed off and Johnny tried. Jim was laughing, saying that neither of them could come, so he got on. They wanted to watch him. Jim had the biggest prick of them all, and I could tell. I felt that big rod slide in and out, pushing way deep into me, throbbing and jerking. Larry said he wanted to see Jim come, so he pulled it out, and told me to play with it.
"Larry and Johnny were holding their own pricks while I closed my fingers around Jim's and rubbed it up and down. It seemed to get stiffer and thicker, and as I pulled his skin back off the head, it looked like it was going to burst, it was so smooth and slick and red. Then Jim started groaning and saying he was going to come. A few seconds later, I felt him push forward and lots of white stuff came spurting out of the end. Larry and Johnny gasped and came forward, touching it and examining Jim's cock, which had started going soft again. Larry took it, squeezed a drop out of it, then put it to his mouth and tasted it. Jim laughed and told Larry that if he wanted to taste it, he could suck his cock next time and get the whole load in his mouth.
" 'Shit, I ain't no cocksucker,' Larry said. 'That's what girls are for.' They all laughed, and Jim asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. The others got real excited and told me to take it. I figured it wouldn't hurt, as he'd already come and I didn't know he could come again. So I leaned forward and closed my lips around the end of it. It tasted real funny, maybe a little salty, and I sucked it, and Jim moaned and said how good it felt. I sucked for a while, and then it started getting hard again. I pulled away, but he grabbed my head and held it down over his crotch. 'Suck it, little sister,' he said, 'I'm gonna shoot again.'
"Larry and Johnny were lying right down next to us, watching closely as my mouth went up and down Jim's shaft, licking and taking it in. The longer I licked, the better it felt. Then suddenly I felt Jim shudder and push his prick deep into my throat, and I felt it spurt another load of come into me. I gagged and swallowed and pulled away. They all were real excited, and said I'd done a good job. 'I ain't gonna have a baby?' I asked, and Jim told me not if I sucked it or took it up the ass.
That made me feel okay, because I knew if I got pregnant, pa would beat the shit out of me. Besides, I didn't want to have a baby. I'd heard ma complain enough times about always being pregnant, until she got sick with me and couldn't have any more. My main worry back then was making sure I didn't let anyone get to me that way.
"I didn't really like sucking Jim's cock. It was something I did to find out what it was like, I guess, but after that, I didn't try it again with them. There were a few times my brothers corn-holed me, but only occasionally, when we were maybe in the right mood. I think my fear of getting pregnant put me off any sort of contact with men.
"When I started menstruating, ma gave me a long talk about it. She figured I knew enough about things, but maybe not the girl-type talk we had. I told her I didn't know anything. I didn't tell her about what had happened between my brothers and me, because something told me she'd have been real mad. Anyway, she said for me never to allow a boy to put his dick in my crotch, because she said if he did, I'd have a baby, sure as shooting.
"As I got a little older, and my tits started coming out, I found myself becoming interested in boys. My brothers had sort of lost interest in me, because they had their girl friends. Ma didn't approve, but pa said it was normal, and he thought it was great, especially with Jim, who was screwing this girl and didn't try to conceal the fact at all. Ma was upset, but pa thought it was great. 'Just like his old man,' he said more'n once, and ma would make a snorting sound and give him a dirty look.
"Well, I finally found me a steady boyfriend.
His name was Stan, and he was real handsome and gentle. He wasn't a rough kind like my brothers. He used to walk home from school with me, and we'd sit on the porch and talk, and he'd hold my hand and say how pretty I was. I liked that, because it made me feel good inside. Not the sexy feeling, just a nice happy feeling.
"The first time Stan tried anything with me, we had been out in the woods picking berries. We were both tired, and we lay down on the grass. Stan reached over and kissed me, not the gentle kiss he had done several times, but a real hard kiss. I felt his lips on mine, and then his tongue pushed between my lips. I felt this glow inside me, and my crotch started getting all hot and strange, like I'd never felt before. I pulled away and told him to stop, but he said, 'Don't you like it?' And I said, 'Yes, but I feel funny.' Then he reached over and began touching my tits. It felt good, and I could feel my nipples getting hard. 'Come on,' he said, 'show me your tits.' I saw nothing wrong in that, so I pulled my dress down and took off my bra, and my tits sprang out. They're large, and back then, they were just as big. He gasped, and fondled them, saying how lovely they were, and how beautiful I was. He kissed them, and I closed my eyes, wondering how I could ever feel so good again. His tongue caressed my skin and his lips sucked on my nipples.
"I felt them get like little nuts; they were so firm and responding to his attentions. The feelings I had for Stan all welled up inside me and I just wanted to make him feel as good as I could, without having him do that to me. Sticking it in my front, I mean. I reached down and felt him. His prick was hard and throbbing through his pants.
He was breathing real heavy, and he asked me if he could do it to me. 'Yes, but not where you think,' I told him, slipping off my panties. 'You can do it back there.' He laughed, and hugged me. 'I won't get you pregnant,' he said, and I told him I was gonna make damn sure he didn't.
"He took down his pants, and I gasped when I saw his prick. It was bigger than Jim's, and had a lot of veins all around it. They looked real sexy, with those blue veins against the white skin, and his balls, real big and round and with not too much hair over them. Stan didn't have much hair anywhere. He was part Indian, and he told me that was the reason. I took his prick in my hand, and it was so lovely, I just had to kiss it. As my mouth closed around the head, he gasped and lay back, moving his hips and driving his rod in and out of my mouth. 'Suck it, Lucy,' he said to me in a real tense voice. 'That's the best ever.' I lay there between his legs, taking his cock and balls in my mouth, tonguing them all around. I let my tongue slide across the end, into that slit, and I could taste the stuff that was coming out.
"It was a real wild feeling, and the more I sucked, the more excited I became. I could feel my insides churning and my slit was wet with my own juices that were oozing out of me. This was the first time I had felt anything like this. I wanted very much to feel his prick slide into my cunt, but I knew T couldn't ... I shouldn't. I didn't want to have that baby, not under any circumstances, not until maybe Stan and I were married. There was still my ass-hole, which was twitching and feeling good.
"Stan suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and gasped. 'I'm almost there,' he said, and
I stared at his organ, standing stiff and straight up in front of my eyes, slick and slippery from my spit, and shining in the light. The head seemed redder than before, so smooth and firm, and pointed, with that clear stuff oozing out of the slit. Stan pulled me up and lifted my legs in the air, so my ass was exposed. He lunged forward and I felt his prick touch my ass-hole. I relaxed and it slid in. He moaned as he buried it deep inside me, and I leaned back, holding my hips up and rolling them around, gripping his shaft with my ass and working it around. It slid in and out, and I could feel a glorious bubbling inside me. Then Stan's fingers pressed against my cunt, and he began playing with the lips, stroking them, and his finger slid inside, touching my flesh in there.
"I just about lifted off the ground, it felt so good. I had stuck my own fingers up my snatch before, playing with myself, and it felt good, but never this good. With his big prick ramming in and out of my ass-hole, and his fingers pushed deep into my cunt, my whole body was on fire, tingling from head to toe, and my loins were quivering like they never had before. It wasn't just the fact that Stan was cornholing me and playing with my cunt ... it was my feeling for Stan, the real deep love feeling which had grown over the months we had known each other. That made it all the better, all the more exciting and thrilling. I knew he wasn't just screwing me for a piece of tail. He was doing it because of the way he felt about me, and this made me feel real good, all over, like nothing before.
"He was panting, and I could see the sweat dripping off his forehead. 'Good, good,' he kept saying, staring hard at me as he pounded away. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure that was flooding through my body. Every time he pounded his prick home, I felt my whole body quiver and my snatch felt like an electric shock was going through it I began crying out, 'Stan. Stan!' and he reached for me, pulling my shoulders to his, and kissing me as he pushed his cock in and held it there. I could feel it pulsate and quiver and I knew he was shooting his come into me, load after load.
"At the same time, almost, I felt my loins flood and my cunt twist into a million knots, it seemed, and for the first time, I felt my own orgasm. Jeez, I thought my body was going to explode, it felt so great. Stan collapsed and lay back, and his prick pulled out of my ass-hole. I stared at that beautiful tool, limp against his leg. I reached over and touched it, and he jumped. 'Take it easy,' he said softly. 'It's kinda tender.' I told him I was sorry, and just lay still, staring at it, and being thankful for the wonderful pleasure it had given me. At that moment, I wondered whether it could ever feel any better up my snatch than up my ass. If it did, I figured I'd just float off to heaven. Anyway, when Stan and I were married, I'd find out, and till then I was content to let things be the way they were. Stan was satisfied, I knew that. He leaned over after a while and told me it was the best he had ever had, and then I kidded him about who he had it with before. He blushed and said he'd corn-holed a few other girls, but they didn't mean nothing to him. He told me he loved me and wanted us to get married when we could. I told him the same, and we lay together, hugging each other, and I thrilled again as my tits rubbed against his chest, and my fingers held his cock. Oh, what a beautiful cock Stan had! I could have stayed there forever, sucking on it, and having him shove it up my ass, but we had to get home.
"That night I lay in bed, and dreamed about him. It was the greatest experience of my life up till then, and I hoped we could do it again soon. There was nothing wrong in it, because he loved me and I loved him, and ma had told me that when two people marry, and have sex, it was because they loved each other, and that made it all right. I had asked her if pa loved her, and she said of course he did, but there was something in her voice that made me wonder if she was really happy with my pa. I could never forget those noises she made when he was screwing her at night, and the way he would hit her sometimes when he came home drunk. Pa was not a very nice man, but I'd been told we have to love our parents, so I tried to, but it was hard. I always felt a man should be gentle with the woman he loves (like Stan was with me) and not violent. I guess the strongest memory I have of my pa is his violence, especially that awful day he took my cherry.
"I knew that when pa was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing. At least, that was what he always said. My brothers and I had seen him liquored up too many times to ever try and argue or reason with him. We knew to get the hell out of his way and not come back till he had passed out, or gone off. Ma put up with it. There was little else she could do. And I truly felt sorry for her, and still do, especially now that she knows he screwed me, his own daughter, in his own house.
"Ma had gone off to a neighbor to do some work for them. Ma's very good at sewing and ironing and stuff, and she makes some extra money this way. I had come home and was cleaning up the kitchen. It was around four o'clock, and pa usually didn't get home till about six. I was on my knees, scrubbing the floor, when I heard the screen door slam and pa's heavy tread in the living room. He called out for my ma, and I answered him, telling him she was away, working.
"He walked through the living room, then stopped, leaning up against the wall just inside the kitchen, staring at me. 'You go get her,' he said, and I could tell then he was very drunk. His voice was rough and slurry, and he could just barely stand. I told him she'd be home soon, and he shouted at me, 'You go get her!' I told him again she'd be home soon, and just to wait. Ma was a good half hour away and I saw no sense in going after her then. Besides, I had my own chores to finish, and I was in the middle of scrubbing. 'You're a sassy one,' he said. 'Just like your ma.'
"He stared at me, and then laughed real coarse-like. 'Just like your ma, big tits and all.'
"I remember that was when I started getting scared. I'd never heard him speak like that about me, and the way he was looking at me made me feel naked, like he was undressing me with his eyes.
"He could tell I was looking at him, afraid, and he came forward and put his hand on my shoulder, I was still kneeling on the floor beside the slop bucket.
" 'You're a mighty pretty one, Lucy, you know that?' he said. 'I bet you could fuck up a storm.'
"I scooted away from him, across the floor, and glared up at him.
" 'Pa, you go lie down,' I said as firmly as I could. 'Ma'll be home soon. Real soon,' I added, like warning him not to try anything with me. I guess I figured he had plans on taking me to bed then, even though he had never tried anything like that before, ever. Something inside told me what he had in mind, and I was scared shitless. I had heard of some of the other families in the hills who slept together and girls who got screwed by their pa, but I had nothing like that in mind ever, not for me. I was too scared of my pa to ever think of going to bed with him. But now the look in his eyes and the way he was standing, staring down at me, told me what he wanted.
"He took a step forward and grabbed my head, pulling it back so I was looking up at his crotch. 'Maybe you 'n' me'd better git together,' he said, his voice kinda strange, thick and not like the way he usually talked.
"He pushed my head forward into his crotch and I could feel the hard lump there under his pants. I pulled away and shouted at him to leave me alone, and he laughed, and came at me. I got to my feet and tried to run around him and out the door, but he was too quick. Drunk as he was, he grabbed me before I could leave, and held on to me, his fingers digging in so hard I screamed from the pain.
" 'You leave me alone,' I said, my voice shaking, because I knew how strong he was and remembered how he used to treat ma when he was like this. My mind was filled with the sight of him, naked, laying on top of my ma while she screamed and moaned.
"He laughed again, and pulled me to him; then, with a quick jerk, he tore off my dress. I stood there, with just my bra and panties on, and his eyes gleamed. 'Well, well, such beautiful tits,' he said, and the next thing my bra was ripped off me, and his hands clutched at my breasts, digging in so hard I thought he had broken the skin. 'You're gonna git it,' he muttered, and his head came down and bit into my shoulder. I don't know how I did it, but I broke away from him, dropped to the floor, crawled quickly through his legs, and ran for the living room. I figured if I could only make it out the front door, I'd be safe.
"I had my hand on the handle when he caught me, pulled me back viciously, and threw me across the room. I tripped on the throw rug and fell, scratching my arm on a chair. I stared at the blood coming out of the cut, then looked up at him as he came at me. His face was terrible, screwed up in rage and evil passion. I closed my eyes and prayed. I felt him grab at my panties and rip them off, tearing the fabric. I was naked on the floor. When I heard him grunting, I opened my eyes and saw his prick jump out from his clothes, big and half hard, all dark and wrinkled and bigger'n I ever thought.
" 'You like, that, eh?' he asked, and he took off his shirt. He was naked, just like I was, and his big hairy body looked like an ape as he stood over me, his cock waving at me, getting bigger and harder every second. And something told me he wouldn't have any intention of cornholing me. He wanted to stick that thing where it counted, up front. Again I heard my ma's cries in my ears, and I thought I'd faint, I was so scared. I wish I had've, because then I wouldn't've gone through it with him. It was horrible. My pa was just a big animal, standing there, his muscles tight as he clenched his hands, his prick stabbing out in the air, the skin pulling back off the broad, flat head. I didn't know what to do then. I just lay there, trembling and crying.
"He reached down and touched my face. 'Don't cry,' he said. 'You're gonna feel real good real soon now.' Then he lay down next to me on the floor and pulled at my tits real rough and hard. 'Jeez, they're big and soft,' he said, and he straddled my body, one leg on each side and put that big thing between my tits, holding it by pushing my flesh around his rod while he pushed it forward and back.
"Each time it came forward, the head slid out of his foreskin and touched my lips. 'Suck it, girl, suck it,' he said. 'Ever seen a big'un like that before?' I kept my mouth shut, and closed my eyes. I could feel his weight almost crushing the breath out of me, and every time he lunged forward, I could feel his slippery head against my mouth, and I wanted to puke. I felt my stomach rising and I struggled under him. 'Eat it, I said, goddammit!' he shouted, and I opened my eyes just in time to see his hand slash through the air and connect with my cheek. The sharp pain shook all the crying out of me. I was mad, then, real mad, and I struggled under him, twisting and turning. He laughed. 'Keep that up, my girl,' he said. 'It only makes my cock feel better.' I lay still, glaring up at him.
" 'You better let up,' I said, 'or you'll really get in trouble. Ma'll tell.' His hand came down again and I felt the blow against my face. 'No one'll tell,' he shouted, 'and you'd better not!'
"He slid down, so his cock dragged across my stomach, and then, when the head touched my cunt, he raised his hips, and with a quick thrust jammed it into me. I screamed, feeling something tear inside me as his shaft slid all the way into my cunt. This was the first time ever, and I guess he didn't realize it until he saw the blood come out on the side of his cock. 'Jesus, you're cherry,' he said, staring down at my crotch, bleeding, with his prick just touching the cunt lips. I took your cherry. Whaddya know, no wonder it's so tight.' And then he pushed it in again, real slow this time. He watched as the end slipped in. I could feel it going in. It didn't hurt so much this time, and I felt the pleasure deep inside, and with every inch that slid in, it felt better. Pa has a real big cock, and thick, and every inch of it was being gripped by my flesh as he pushed it in, raping my virginity, and showing me how it was. I had always wondered. Now I knew. I was almost fainting, partly from pain and shock, partly from knowing that it was my own pa who was doing it to me. And there was no love, no tenderness. He was rough, coarse, and all he wanted was his own satisfaction, no matter who he hurt. He knew I was hurting. He knew I couldn't enjoy such a big prick for the very first time ever. Sure, it hurt, but as he continued, it got to feel good. Maybe I was just numb then. I don't know. But he moved back on his knees and his arms, staring at his prick as he slid it in and out of me. 'Wow, lookit,' he said, his whisky breath choking my nostrils. 'Look at my big prick in your snatch, baby doll.' I think he got as much enjoyment out of watching it as whatever he was feeling.
"Then he bent his head down and started sucking on my tits. I felt his tongue lick across my nipples, rock-hard by now. His teeth closed over them, he bit hard enough to make me cry out and twist under him, and he laughed. 'Yeah, twist that butt of yours,' he said. 'Keep your cunt snapping around my rod. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby!'
"My hands were on his shoulders, trying to push him away, and my nails were biting into his flesh. I suddenly thought of tearing his face with my nails, and I dug into the skin across his back, scraping across. I could feel his bloody pulp under my nails, and he shouted. His hand came up and belted me across the mouth. 'Don't you try that again!' he snarled. 'Little bitch!' I knew then there was nothing I could do but lie there and let myself endure it until he had finished. I tried to think of Stan-of my brothers-all the times I had experienced sex with a boy, and how long it took before it was over. By this time the pain had clouded my mind, and I began to try and forget it.
"I was conscious that a wonderful thrill was taking over my loins. It was pa's big prick sliding deep into my vagina, pushing aside the virgin walls with its massive thickness, and his big head touching and teasing my clitoris every time he pulled out and pushed in. It really was great and the only thing that helped me forget what was really happening, and the pain that still persisted, even though it wasn't as strong as the first time he plunged in.
"I started thinking of my ass-hole, and how many times I had enjoyed a cock up there, and now this ... it felt good, it felt wonderful, but something yearned for me to have it up my backside. I don't know why or how, but at that moment, pa reached down for my buttocks, and I felt his rough finger push in. Next thing, his finger was inside my ass, rotating, touching, feeling, and making me feel even better than before. Automatically I began grinding my ass, and pa laughed. 'You like that, eh, you little corn-holer?' he said. 'Oh, yes, I know all about that. My cornholing daughter.
Well, now you're getting it both ways.' He sneered down at me, and lowered his mouth again to my tits, sucking and slobbering all over them, his tongue licking back and forth quickly as he pounded his prick in and out my cunt, and his finger probed my ass-hole. If it had been anyone but him, and under any other circumstance, I could look back and say it was the most wonderful fuck ever.
"But I was scared, I was hurting-though with every push, the pleasure got greater-and I was also wondering what the hell would happen if ma walked in and caught him. She might think I had something to do with it, because I knew pa would blame me. So I just lay there,' caught between fear, hurt, and the pleasure that pa's big dick was giving me with every ramming into my cunt. In, out, in, out, and his grunts became louder and the sweat was dripping off his face and onto my body. I closed my eyes and prayed that he would climax soon and it would be over. Please, please, let him come, I prayed, let his rod shoot, shoot and then he will leave me alone. But on and on he went, pounding away until I thought my twat was dry and just being rubbed raw by his massive tool. His finger in my ass was slick enough, and that felt pretty good, but in front it was getting real sore. I figured if I really tried to squeeze my snatch together, this might make him reach his orgasm. I concentrated and began moving my hips, gripping his shaft as it slid in, real tight. I knew he felt the difference, because he began moaning more. 'Hey, there you go,' he said hoarsely. 'Tight little pussy, tight, TIGHT!' I wriggled some more, blending my hips with his, and together we rocked on the floor, straining every muscle and nerve to get it over with ... over with ... over with!
"My extra effort must've done the trick. He went wild, straining and pushing, heaving his body in and out of me; his teeth sank into my shoulder, and I felt the sharpness tear my skin as his throat gave out with real animal sounds-and in my cunt it seemed his cock rammed all the way in, stayed there, and just got thicker and thicker while warm wet liquid gushed out, spurting into me. I don't know if I reached a climax or not. Maybe I did. I was so anxious to get him off me, I couldn't have cared about that. I wanted his dick out of me, to stop hurting and rubbing. He kept it in for a few minutes after he stopped moving; then he carefully pulled it out. I watched as it slid out, now half soft, and lay limp between his legs as he sat back on his haunches and stared at me.
"He grinned and reached out, pinching my cunt lips. 'Well, now you're a woman,' he said roughly. 'And I bet you'll never git a better fuck than that.' He got to his feet and staggered to the bathroom. I had the sudden desire to scream and scream. I bit my lip and crawled over to the couch. My crotch was on fire, real sore. There was blood all over my legs and stomach, and some on the floor where we had been lying. I heard pa pissing in the toilet, and then he went into his bedroom and I heard the bed creak as he collapsed on it.
"That was when I let go and started sobbing loudly, almost out of control. I lay naked on the couch, sobbing hysterically. It was that way ma found me when she came back. I heard the front door open. She walked in, stopped for a second, then ran over to me, put her hand on my back, and said, 'Lucy, what's bin happening?' I turned up to look at her, and I was unable to speak. I tried to say something, but my throat was dry from crying, and nothing would come out. She looked at me, saw the blood and all, and I heard her whisper, 'Oh, God.' Then she shook me. 'Who was it?' And I shook my head. 'Lucy, who was it?' she demanded, and all I could do was point toward the bedroom. Her eyes opened wide, and she went across the room and looked into the bedroom where, I knew, pa lay passed out on top of the bed. It was obvious from his appearance what he had done. She turned, and I've never seen my ma so mad in all my life. She came back to me and put her arm around me, pulling the sheet up over my body. 'You poor baby,' she said, and then she started crying herself. 'That son of a bitch,' I heard her mutter to herself, 'I'll kill him for this.'
"Well, after a while, I calmed down enough to tell her what had happened. She said she knew how bad he could be when he'd been drinking, and it was just sad that I had been there alone when he came home, otherwise it might not have ever happened.
"She made me go take a nice warm bath, and she told me to douche with real hot water. She said I might not get pregnant, but knowing it was my first time, and also the fact that pa had such a big cock, she felt he might have put his seed real deep into me, and so all we could do was wait.
"When pa came to, they had the biggest fight I've ever heard them have. She cussed him out, and hit and scratched him, but pa's a big man, and he ended up slapping her around and throwing her into bed and doing it to her. I just lay in the living room, crying and wondering how I could ever get away from this awful place and that terrible man who was my father.
"Ma decided to wait. There was nothing we could do, really. But after a few months, it was obvious I was going to have a baby. The nurse at school asked me, and then there was nothing we could do to hide it. She came to the house and spoke to my mother. Ma told her exactly what had happened, and that's how I came to be here now. I just want to get away. I'll have my baby, and then I want to go away from home and try to start a life for myself. I don't want to live there anymore. If he did it to me once, he'll do it again. I know.
"I think if I ever go with a man again, I'll make sure he screws me in the ass. I like it that way, and I'll be sure I won't get pregnant."
Lucy's traumatic experience only strengthened her anal fixation, and it was only after many months of therapy that she was convinced that a normal relationship would be part of her future happy life as a wife and mother.
Lucy's child was born, and it was given over for future adoption. She resumed her friendship with her boyfriend, Stan, and his understanding and tolerance helped heal the deep psychological wounds she had suffered at the hands of her father. She received training and got a job, moving away from home and living in a nearby town. After six months, she agreed to marry Stan, the couple moved to Louisville, Kentucky, and settled down happily.
An interesting aspect of this girl's anal preference stemmed not just from her early indoctrination by her brothers, but from her psychological aversion to vaginal intercourse after witnessing the violence between her parents during sex. Her constant reference to her feelings regarding her father's treatment of her mother showed that the actions of her parents in bed had been indelibly impressed upon the child.
In talks with her mother, Lucy had also been led to think that sex with a man could be undesirable. Mary Lou, despite her submission to Jake, and her initial love for him, had found her emotions degenerating, until she merely put up with the sexual advances, rather than enjoyed them in a normal connubial fashion.
Of course, Jake's drinking only brought out the worst side of his nature. Normally an excessively virile man, his sense of values became distorted by alcohol, and, frustrated by his poverty and lack of ability to get ahead, he took out his feelings in sex with Mary Lou. This, nevertheless, does not excuse his actions, particularly as his children were constant witnesses to his depravity.
His final act of raping his own daughter only brought the situation into sharp focus for Mary Lou. After Lucy moved away, Mary Lou decided to separate from Jake and go back to her parents. Their marriage had never been an ideal one, and it was unfortunate that their lack of harmony had such a bad effect upon the raising of their children. All the boys married young, moved away, and existed "adequately," but despite Lucy's eventual marriage, she had difficulty adjusting. It was only through the tenderness of her husband that she was able to purge her memory of the unhappy days of her childhood and settle into maturity with some degree of adjustment.
It is interesting, in this, our first case history in the book, that the person concerned with an analism fixation, also endured other sexual assault and a generally undesirable family upbringing. It is quite possible that if Lucy's father had been a more balanced individual, she would have regarded her brothers' advances as part of teenage experimentation, and nothing more. Many children will indulge in sex play of various kinds, including anal intercourse, merely as an expression of their desire to "find out what it's all about."
Lucy's extreme fear of pregnancy was a guiding force behind her agreeing to have anal relations, but then, afterwards, she found it pleasurable. It was unfortunate that her first vaginal intercourse was violent and repugnant to her, because if, for instance, she had indulged first with her boyfriend, the tenderness of the union might have colored her outlook a lot differently. But the trauma of being raped by her own father in a drunken fit of passion only added to her established fear of vaginal activity with a man.
In many low-income families, especially in rural areas, the practice of anal intercourse is well documented. "Cornholing" (primarily a Southern rural term), between participants of the same or opposite sex, appears to be part of the sexual scene, especially among teenagers and pre-puberty age groups. There is no doubt that anal intercourse can add to the enjoyment of sex, but it should be merely an adjunct, not a primary source of enjoyment. Lucy's fears, as well as her early experience with her brothers, had established anal sex as her preferred way of enjoying bodily pleasures.
In her marriage to Stan, Lucy still continued with anal intercourse, but only as an occasional variation to a regular frontal activity which she slowly grew to accept and enjoy to the fullest degree as a wife and, later; a mother.