Chapter 8
"You'll remember this day as long as you live," Peter growled in Linda's ear.
And Linda knew he was right. The shock of his statement seemed to be too much for her though, and she fainted. Peter lifted her in his arms and carried her to her own room where he just threw her on the bed. Linda didn't even stir as she hit the bed. She was out cold.
Peter gave her one last look and then made his way downstairs. He saw Diane sitting on the couch. She looked dazed, as if she had just awakened. And that was just what she had done.
"Where am I?" she asked, not knowing Peter was in the same room with her.
"Where do you think?" Peter asked, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her shoulders, and pulling her towards him gently.
Diane rested her head on his chest.
"Now I know where I am," she cooed.
"What happened down here?" Peter then asked, looking around the living room, and seeing torn bits of clothing all over the floor.
"Linda and I had a fight," Diane said, letting her hand run down to Peter's groin area.
"I can see that," Peter laughed.
Diane's hand was right on his cock now, and he could feel his cock stirring again.
"It's not what you think," Diane said. "She tore off her own clothes, but I gave her a good beating. You can bet on that."
"I'm sure you did," he replied, reaching down and fondling one of her tits.
"Are you mad because I did that?" she asked, stroking his cock and his balls.
"Not at all," he replied, as he got her nipple between his two fingers and pinched at it.
Diane felt her nipple getting rigid just then, and a warm feeling went all through her.
"Do you like me better than you like her?" Diane asked.
"Of course I do," Peter replied.
"Am I a better fuck than she is?" Diane then asked.
"Much better," Peter replied.
"Did I suck you better than she did?" Diane inquired next.
"Much better," Peter answered.
"I'm better in every way, aren't I?" Diane asked.
"You certainly are," he replied, moving his hand to her other tit, and squeezing that nipple until it was rigid and a bright red.
"I hope you always like me best," she then said.
"I'm sure I always will," he said.
That was all Diane had to hear, and Peter knew it. She went right down on him, running her tongue all over the head of his cock.
"That's just the way to do it," he moaned. "You're doing just fine."
She was running her tongue up and down the length of his cock now, and he could feel the chills going all through his body. She was applying more and more pressure, and he could feel more and more chills going all through his body. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, and he could feel her saliva running down the whole length of it.
Her saliva made his cock feel hot and cold at the same time and it sent waves of pain and pleasure all through his body.
"Bite me," he then said. "Bite me hard."
And she did just what he asked her to. She bit the head of his cock, and she bit it as hard as she could. That sent a wave of pain through him that made him scream out at the top of his lungs. The pain seemed to stop his whole body from functioning in any capacity.
He pushed his cock farther into her mouth, and he could feel her tongue all over him. It seemed to be everywhere at once. He could feel her mouth moving back and forth on his cock. He could feel it taking in as much of his cock as she possibly could. He could feel it sending more and more waves through him that just made him more and more dizzy.
He closed his eyes and imagined that he was' really fucking her in the cunt. He felt her soft cunt flesh closing in around his cock, and he could feel how hot and sticky it was. She was soaked clear through, and she was getting wetter and wetter all the time.
He could feel how her flesh was opening and closing all around him. He could feel how it was making his cock hotter and hotter inside. He could feel his cock throbbing more and more. He could feel how he was going to explode any second now. He could feel the come building itself into a knot in his cock.
The knot was getting tighter and tighter. It couldn't get any tighter, and that's when it just broke loose, and he felt the come shooting out of him, making his whole body ache with a delirious, and much wanted type of pain. This was exactly how he wanted to feel.
He could feel her mouth draining the come right out of him. He could feel it sucking on him as if his cock was a straw and she was trying to get the last two drops at the bottom of the glass. Her mouth was a furnace and his cock was the poker. He was stoking her fire, and she was feeding his.
They were making each other hot. Diane could feel how hot she was. The more come that shot up into her mouth, the hotter she became. She could feel it running down her throat and all the way to her stomach. She could feel her body tingling inside and outside.
That's when she felt his strong hands on her ass. He was rubbing her ass cheeks just as hard as he could. He brought one of his hand up to her tit and began squeezing it, but he was still rubbing her ass with his other hand. He was squeezing the flesh as hard as he could, and then he was rubbing his finger along the whole length of her ass crack.
He was digging his finger right into her, and she could feel his nail tearing away at her skin. He didn't have much of a nail, but it was enough to tear open part of her flesh. It was enough to make her bleed some. Then he began rimming her asshole, and that sent chills through her.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he drove his finger right into her asshole. He drove it in very slowly at first, and once he had it in to the hilt, he began to pull it out again. He pulled it out even more slowly than he had pushed it into her.
She felt a quivering sensation in her asshole that she hadn't felt before. It seemed to start at her asshole and go all through her body. She could feel him driving his finger back into her asshole at that point and that made the quivering feeling that much more intense.
His other hand was all over one of her tits, and he was squeezing at it with all his might. He was making her tit swell up, and she could feel how hot he was making it also. He was making her skin tingle and he was making it burn at the same time. He was making her tit feel as hot as her mouth.
With her mouth she was keeping his cock rock hard, and she was making him build towards another orgasm. She was sucking on him so hard now that it was almost as if she was trying to suck his cock right off him.
Her mouth seemed to be going right through his cock. He could feel her lips pressing into him so hard that he thought they were going to break his cock in two. He could feel his new orgasm building up inside him. It was a painful experience for some reason.
The closer he got to orgasm, the more pain he felt. He yelled out at the top of his lungs, but that just made the pain that much greater. There was nothing he could do to drive away the pain he felt right now. He was ramming his finger in and out of her asshole all the harder because of this pain that she was causing him.
He could feel her hands on his balls and he could feel how she was making them swell up.
That's when he pulled his finger out of her asshole and moved it down between her legs. He touched her wet cunt lips gently at first, and then he began rubbing at them with all his might.
He was rubbing her clit as well, and he could feel her cunt juices flowing already. He could feel her clit getting harder and more inflamed. He moved his finger right into her soft, juicy cunt, and he worked it all the way inside her. He pulled it out slowly so she would get the full effect, and he could feel that she was getting the full effect.
She was getting more than the full effect. He could feel her whole body trembling, and he could feel her orgasm beginning. That's when he got two fingers up inside her cunt, and began working them in and out just as hard as he could. When he felt her orgasm starting, he began working three fingers in and out of her.
Her come was flowing out of her like hot lava out of a volcano. There was that much of it, and it was flowing out that fast. He could feel his come trickling out of the head of his cock then, a few drops at a time. That was just a warning though. After that the come just gushed out of him.
She went wild at that point, feeling her own orgasm, and now drinking down his. She was sucking madly on his cock, making sure that she kept all his come in her mouth. He could feel all her come all over his fingers, and all down on his hand, and on his wrist as well.
Her come was sticky and hot, and he was sure that his come felt the same way to her. I bet you love it, he said to himself. I'll bet you can't get enough of it. Well, all you have to do is ask for it, and I'll give you all you want. He was sure he knew what her reaction to that would be.
He kept working his three fingers in and out of her cunt, and she kept on sucking on him. She was a mad person at that point, and so was he. He seemed a little more in control of himself than she did though. She had no control whatsoever, and he had enough control to see that.
She was working her mouth back and forth on his cock feverishly, and that's what kept him hard. His cock didn't have a chance to get soft. She had no intention of letting him get soft. No intention at all. She was going to keep him hard just as long as she could.
That was fine with him, too, because he wanted to stay hard just as long as he could. He wanted to have a hard-on for the rest of his life. He wanted to walk around all day with a stiff prick. Nothing would make him happier. Nothing except perhaps a lifelong blow-job.
He realized now that he liked getting a blow-job better than he liked fucking. There was something about a blow-job that did something to him that nothing else could. He wasn't sure what it was though, and right now he didn't care why he liked it best. He just knew that he did.
Her mouth must be tired by now, he thought, but she was still sucking on him at a frantic pace. She was working her mouth all over him, and she was making his cock burn more and more. She was grabbing at his balls just as hard as she could, and she was making them burn as well.
Diane could feel her whole body being consumed by the warmth of his come. It was spreading through every single part of her. It was reaching way down inside her very being and it was making her ache for him more and more. I'll never want to suck another cock as long as I live, she thought.
She could feel his fingers and what they were doing to her cunt, and she could feel that she was on the verge of another orgasm. She felt the pressure mounting inside her, and then it became too much for her to bear. That's when the come started pouring out of her again.
She really bore into his cock then, and that's when his orgasm tore loose in her mouth. She drained every last drop out of him, as he fingered every last drop out of her. She lay limp across his lap. She still had his cock in her mouth, and she could still feel his fingers deep inside her.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt at the same time that she let his cock slip from her mouth. She sat up on the couch and looked out across the room. She could feel his thigh pressing against hers and she could hear his heavy breathing, but right then she couldn't see him.
"How do you feel?" she heard him ask. "Like I'm going to keep on exploding," she said.
"I feel the same way," he said.
"Maybe we should go upstairs," she said.
"What for?" he asked.
"The others might come home," she said.
"So what?" he said.
"Do you want them to see us?" she asked. "I don't care," he replied. "I do," she said. "Why?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I just know that I do. I'm going upstairs to my room. Are you coming?"
"As soon as I get my strength back," he replied.
Diane got to her feet and made her way to the foot of the stairs.
"I feel like I could sleep for a year," she said, as she began to walk up the stairs.
"So do I," he said.
"I'll probably be asleep when you come up," she said. "Try not to wake me."
"I won't," he said.
He heard her footsteps dying away, and then he didn't hear them anymore. He continued to sit on the couch, but finally he lay down on it full length. His cock hung limp on his thigh and he could feel a few drops of come trickling out of it yet. He could feel himself getting weaker and weaker, and he thought he was about to pass out.
He didn't quite pass out, but he came awfully close to it. So close that when Ruth came into the house she thought he was asleep. She looked at him and then she went up to her room. Peter saw Ruth come in, and he wanted to say something to her, but he didn't have the strength.
When she was gone he tried to sit up, but he couldn't. That's when he heard the phone ring. He reached behind him to the end table and lifted the receiver off the hook. He slowly brought it around so that the mouthpiece was near his mouth.
"Hello," he said very softly.
"Did I wake you up?" his wife asked.
"Yes," he replied, "you woke me."
"Were you dreaming about my cunt?" she asked.
"Yes," he lied, "I was dreaming about your cunt."
"What were you dreaming about it?" she asked.
"I was dreaming that I was sucking it out," he said.
"Oh," she said in a high pitched voice, "I can almost feel you doing it."
"I was getting my tongue way up inside your slimy pussy," he went on, "and I was making you come like you never have before."
"Stop it," she moaned, "I can feel my cunt twitching like mad already."
"I was moving my tongue all around inside your cunt," he continued, not paying any attention to what she was saying to him, "and I was making your soft flesh even softer, and I was making it twice as wet as it's ever been."
"Please stop," she moaned, "I'm coming."
"I made you come five times without stopping," he went on. "Five times."
"I can't stand it," she said. "I'm going to hang up."
"I made your cunt ache for my cock and when I shoved my cock inside you, you really came," Peter said, as he grabbed for his cock and pulled on it.
"I should hang up on you," she moaned. "You know what I'm doing? I'm fingering myself. Please tell me you're jerking off. Please. Are you?"
Peter didn't answer her right away. He just moaned into the phone as loud as he could. All this time he was pulling on his cock just as hard as he could.
"I can hear you jerking off," she groaned into the phone. "I can hear it. Can you hear me fingering myself?"
He could hear her heavy sighs, and that's when he heard her gasp. She must be having her orgasm, he thought to himself. She must be.
"I'm coming," she moaned. "I really am. I'm coming all over the place."
Peter could feel his cock erupting in his head.
"So am I," he moaned. "So am I."
"I've got to hang up now," she moaned.
And with that she did hang up. Peter still hung the receiver in his hand. He thought he could still hear her. Then he did hear a voice on the other end. It was Ruth's voice.
"I'm up here," she said. "I heard the whole conversation. You're both perverts."
And with that she hung up. Peter heard the loud click in his ear. He couldn't move just yet no matter how much he wanted to. He lifted his hand off his cock and saw all the come all over it. Then he began to run his fingers in and out of his mouth, moving his tongue all over them.
He lapped up all the come off his fingers, and off the rest of his hand as well. He tasted how bitter it was, and how sweet it was at the same time. He finally put the receiver back on the phone. He heard footsteps on the stairs, but he couldn't get up to see who it was. He just lay there waiting to see if they would come over by the couch so he could see whoever it was.
It was Ruth. She came over by the couch and looked at him. She had a small suitcase in her hand.
"I'm leaving this house," she announced. "I won't live with perverts. I saw what you did to Diane and Linda, and I saw what you did to Mary the other day. And hearing you with Mother on the phone just now really turned my stomach. I'm getting out of here, and I'm getting as far away from you people as I can."
With that she turned and left. Peter wanted to yell at her to stop, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. He closed his eyes then, and that's when he fell asleep. When he woke up it was late at night. He jumped to his feet. Ruth? Had he been dreaming?
He ran up to her room. No, he wasn't dreaming. She had left. He ran to his bedroom and got dressed just as quickly as he could. Where could she have gone? Where? Was she in the city someplace? Had she gone to a friend's house? Where could she have gone? Should he try calling some people?
He didn't want to do that. He had to take the chance that he could find her. It was a big chance to take, but he had to take it. What would his wife say if she came home and found Ruth missing? How would he ever be able to explain? The truth would come out then, and he-would really be in trouble.
He just had to find Ruth, and he had to find her fast. And he had to have a long talk with her. He had to tell himself that would make her change her mind about him. But what could that be? He ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the garage. It was pitch black out.
He got into his car, started the engine, and backed out onto the street. He gunned the engine and the car took off, squealing all the way. He was going just as fast as he could, but where was he going? He would look all over the city first. Or as much of it as he could.
He went up and down one street after another. Sometimes he thought he saw someone who looked like her, but when he got closer, he would see that it was someone else. It was never Ruth. It was getting later and later, and he was panic stricken. What was he going to do? Call the police?
No, he couldn't do that. Suppose they found her, and she told them why she had run away? No, he couldn't have that. He just had to find her all by himself. But how? He didn't have any idea where to look. No idea at all. She could be anyplace by now. She could be in another town.
Another town? Maybe that's what she meant when she said she wanted to get as far away as possible. Of course she would head for another town. She would be on the highway. Maybe she would be hitching a ride. Maybe she had already gotten a ride. He started for the city limits.
He was probably too late, but this was his last chance. He had to take it. He reached the city limits in no time and then he really stepped on the gas. He was going sixty, then seventy, then eighty, then ninety, and then a hundred. But wait a minute, he said to himself, unless she got a ride, she couldn't have gotten that far.
After all she was just a kid. How fast could she walk anyway? And there was all that distance to walk before she even got out of the city. He slowed down as quickly as he could. He kept looking over at the side of the road as he sped along. Nothing. No one was out hitching tonight.
Then he saw a small, solitary figure way up in the distance. That just had to be her. He drove up closer and closer. It was a little girl. She was thumbing. She held out her hand. It was too dark for her to make out the kind of car it was. She wouldn't know it was him until he was right up on top of her.
He could see her now. It was her. Yes, that's just who it was. He pulled off the road. She could see the car now. She turned and started to run. She ran into the woods. He got out of the car quickly and started to run after her. He called out her name again and again.
She was running just as fast as she could, and she had a good head start on him. He could tell he was getting older now. He was out of breath already. Besides he had had a lot of sex today. He was still worn out from that. He yelled out her name, and that took some strength.
He stopped yelling out her name and just ran then. He was in the woods, and he could barely see. He could feel bushes rubbing against his leg, and scratching him right through his pants. Once or twice a thin tree branch swiped him across the face, and he felt it cut his skin and make him bleed.
He could hear her up ahead of him. She was breathing hard, and she was getting weaker. He could sense that. He felt as if he was catching up. Suddenly he heard her fall. She let out a scream. What was it? What had happened? He finally caught up to her.
She had tripped over a fallen tree and she was laid out on the ground. She was spread-eagle and her dress had ridden up to her ass. She was out cold, but he could hear her heavy breathing. He bent down and picked her up, but he didn't have the strength to carry her back to the car.
That was a good distance, and he knew that he would never make it. That's when he looked up and saw the small cabin up ahead. It was a shack really, but it was better than nothing. Did anyone live there? Well, he would soon find out. He was sure he could carry her that far.
He held her in his arms, and just managed to get inside the small shack. He kicked open the door, which didn't need to be kicked that hard. He was in luck because the cabin was empty. And he was in luck again. There was a cot over in one corner.
He lay Ruth down on the cot very gently. She seemed to be coming to, and he sat down on the side of the cot and began to rub her hands and then her feet. He took out his handkerchief and wiped her face with it. She was fully conscious now. She sat up on the cot and looked him right in the eye.
"You dirty pervert," she cried out for the whole world to hear.
"Now cut that out," he said, hoping to calm her down. "You could have gotten yourself killed."
"Good," she said, "I'd rather be dead than live with a pervert."
"Now stop that," he said, feeling his temper rise.-
"What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Can't you stand the truth? Does it hurt that much to know what you really are?"
He couldn't take any more of this. He slapped her hard across the face. The slap echoed and re-echoed through the shack. He could hear her sobbing. He clenched his fists as if that would stop her from crying.
"Well," she sobbed, "what are you waiting for? Why don't you rape me too? That's what you want isn't it? You know you do. You want to rape me just like you raped the others. Well, go ahead. I can't stop you."
Peter could feel his erection. He tried not to get a hard-on but there was nothing he could do about it. He was getting one in spite of himself.
"Well," she went on, "don't just sit there. Fuck me and get it over with. The sooner it's over the better I'll feel. Waiting for it is the worst part. Hurry and get it over with so I won't have to wait anymore.
Peter was on his feet now. , "Why you dirty little whore," he yelled at her. "I know your game. You want to be raped. That's what you've wanted all along." And with that he began to tear off her "You are really asking for this," he went on, and in fact, you are begging for it. You want to be raped. Well, you're going to get just what you want." He had torn all her clothes off her now. "Pervert," she yelled up at him. "No good, rotten pervert." She said it over and over again. She kept saying it as he took off all his own clothes. She kept saying it as he lay on top of her. She kept saying it as he pressed the head of his cock into the soft, warm folds of her cunt. He could feel her moisture and he could feel her legs going around his middle. That was all he needed to feel. He drove his cock right up into her then. "Pervert," she yelled out one last time as she began to move "Pervert," she yelled out one last time as she began to move her hips right along with his.
CHAFFER NINE
Peter drove his cock all the way inside Ruth's tight pussy. Her legs were well around his middle and he could feel her heels digging into his ass. He could feel her body movements matching his own. He could feel her teeth digging into his shoulder then and that turned him on all the more.
The soft flesh of her pussy was clinging to his cock and he could feel how wet and hot it was becoming. That just made his cock all the hotter inside. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then drove it all the way in again. Ruth could feel the ripples this caused in her cunt.
She could feel how her cunt was quivering and how this made her whole body quiver. She was shaking all over and she grabbed at his back with her hands, digging her nails into his back. She was tearing right into his skin and drawing blood. Peter could feel this and it made him become more animalistic with her.
At the same time she was biting into his shoulder, and he was now biting into her shoulder. She was biting him just as hard as she could, and he was biting her just as hard as he could. He was ramming his cock inside her just as hard as he could at the same time.
Ruth's cunt was stretching out now, and it was his cock that was making it stretch out. He could feel her opening her cunt up wide now, and then he could feel it closing tight all around him. Somehow he moved his legs so that her legs were now in between his. This made her cunt close all around him all the tighter.
He had managed to push her legs down from around his middle and then he had gotten them in between his like they were now. He could feel what a tight channel her cunt formed now. He lifted himself up on the palms of his hands and he looked down between their stomachs and saw his cock going in and out of her.
Every time it came out of her it looked slimier than the time before. He felt a strange sense of excitement as he watched his cock going in and out of her. He looked down at her face, and saw how contorted her facial muscles were. She was straining her facial muscles in every direction at once.
He watched her experiencing all the joy and agony of orgasm. And he could also feel her orgasm, as the cunt juices washed down his cock, He could feel how that was making his cock throb all the more. He was about to explode himself.
As he drove his cock way up inside her again, he felt her cunt muscles close in on him all the tighter. He felt the wet, hot flesh of her cunt, and the soft spongy feel of it sent chills all through his cock that then went all through his body. He was trembling all over.
He drove his cock into her all the harder then, knowing full well that he was hurting her. He could see her pained expression, but he could also see the hidden pleasure that she was getting from the pain he was causing her. She liked it and wanted more. She thrived on the pain.
He moved his legs in between hers now, and he felt her legs going up around his middle again, and then he felt them going straight up in the air. Now he was driving his cock straight down into her. He would lift himself all way up, pulling out his cock very slowly, and then he would fall down into her with all his might, his cock going in to the hilt.
He did this over and over again like a battering ram, and he could feel her trembling all the more because of it, and then he saw how contorted her facial muscles were.
She exploded again and again, and he could feel his own come pumping out of him just as fast as it could.
His cock felt like it was splitting right down the middle and that was fine with him. He could feel the waves of agony that were sweeping right through him, and that just made him ram his cock into her all the harder. He was really letting her have it now, and it was just the way she liked it.
Ruth brought her legs down around his middle, and really began to grind her pussy into his groin. That's it, Peter said to himself. Now you're really doing it. All the time Peter was thinking that this was the fourth of his five daughters that he had fucked. There was only one more to go.
Thinking that made him fuck Ruth all the harder, and soon he could feel himself building up to another orgasm, and when he exploded that time, he could feel himself building up to another orgasm. He just kept having one orgasm after another, and that was just fine with him.
She kept having one orgasm after another also, and that was just fine with him also. Finally he collapsed on top of her, and she lay limp beneath him. They were both breathing heavily at that point, and they were both completely spent and exhausted. He could feel her whole body shaking slightly, and then it stopped altogether.
After a while he got up off her and stood by the cot looking down at her small body. Her eyes were closed shut and her tits were heaving up and down. She was only twelve but already she had some tits. They weren't big, but they were big enough. He watched them as they moved up and down.
Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"I guess this makes me a pervert also, doesn't it?" she asked, a smile coming over her face.
"I guess it does," he replied.
"I don't feel any different," she said.
"You don't?"
"Well, I feel all these strange sensations in my body, but I'm still the same person," she explained. "At least I think I am."
"You may not be the same person," he said, feeling his cock getting soft now.
There was a pause.
How beautiful she was, he thought.
"It's amazing," she said, "how one thing can be so big and hard one minute and so soft and small the next."
"This was the first time, wasn't it?" he asked, feeling her hand move all over his cock.
"Yes, it was," she replied, running her hand down over his balls now.
"Was it a good first time?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. And then she added, "I guess you could say you popped my cherry, can't you?"
"I guess I can," he replied.
"And you popped Diane's cherry, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"And you popped Linda's cherry, didn't you?" she then asked. "Yes," he replied.
"But you didn't pop Mary's cherry, did you?" she then asked.
"No, I didn't," Peter replied, "Next you'll be going after little Patricia, won't you?" she asked.
"I guess so," he replied.
"You better hurry with that one or someone else is going to beat you to it," she then said.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"Because that is one hot little bitch," Ruth spoke up. "All she talks about these days is sex. She wants to get fucked in the worst way."
"Does she now?" Peter asked.
"She certainly does," Ruth replied.
"And you say she talks about it all the time?" Peter then asked.
"All the time," Ruth replied.
"What does she say?" Peter then asked.
"Well, she talks about sneaking looks at boys' cocks all the time," Ruth replied.
How does she do that?" Peter asked. 'Well, she found this room next to the boys' room in school, and every so often she'll go in there," Ruth said. "And?" Peter asked.
"She's made a peep hole so she can look in and watch the boys when they go and take a leak," Ruth replied.
"And she just looks?" Peter asked.
"That's all she's done so far, nothing but look," Ruth replied.
She paused.
"Of course," Ruth replied. "She's always telling me about the different kinds of cocks she sees during the course of a day. She describes them vividly. She makes them seem almost real."
"Does she do anything else?" Peter asked.
"Well, there's this one boy that she's always getting to pull down his pants for her," Ruth replied.
"Is that all?" Peter asked. "Why does she do that?"
"She says he has an unusual looking cock,' Ruth replied.
"And what does she do for him?" Peter then asked.
"She lets him look at her pussy," Ruth replied.
"And they just stand there looking at each other?" Peter then asked.
"That's what she tells me," Ruth replied. "So like I said, you better hurry with that one.
She's going to get tired of just looking pretty damn quick. Pretty soon she's going to want to feel one of those strange looking cocks in her pussy, and pop, there goes her cherry, and you won't be the one to do it."
Peter could feel his anger rising. Imagine her doing that, he thought indignantly. What kind of whore is she growing into?
"By the way," Ruth then said, as she rubbed his cock more and more with her hand, "I saw Mary today. Do you know where she was going?"
Ruth looked at her.
"Well," Ruth replied, "she was going off with these boys to the boys' locker room. I can just imagine what they did to her down there."
"How many boys were there?" Peter asked.
"Five or six," Ruth replied . "I didn't really count them. But there were at least five."
"She told me about another time she was gang-banged," Peter interjected.
"I guess she does it all the time," Ruth said, as she held onto his cock, squeezing it in her hand, making it rise into an erection.
"You really like my cock, don't you?" he asked.
"I love your cock," she replied. "Was today the first time you ever saw it?" he asked.
"I saw it that night I saw you with Mary," she replied, as she got up on her knees.
"And what did you think when you saw it?" he asked.
"I thought how much I wanted to suck it," she said, moving so that she was now pressing against him.
He felt her pressing his cock right between her tits.
"Did you feel like you wanted to suck it real bad?" he asked.
"I sure did," she replied.
She was rubbing the head of his cock against her tits, and especially against her nipples.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"That feels just fine," he replied.
"Should I keep it up?" she asked.
"Yes," he moaned from way down in his throat.
She did keep it up at that. She pressed the head of his cock hard into her tit, and then right up against her nipple. He could feel her nipple getting hard, and she rubbed the head cock across it.
He went wild.
There was a feeling in his cock that then went all through his body.
"Like it, don't you?" she asked. "Yes," he replied. "A lot?" she asked. "A lot," he replied.
"Should I keep it up?" she asked again.
"Oh yes," he groaned, "keep it up."
That's not all I'm going to keep up, she thought to herself. Most of all I'm going to keep your cock up. I'm going to keep it so up you won't believe it. She reached her free hand around to his ass and began rubbing his ass cheeks. Then she began to run her finger up and down his ass crack.
Then she went back to rubbing his ass cheeks again. She kept going back and forth. First she would be rubbing his ass cheeks, and then she would be running her finger up and down his ass crack. She could feel how much he was shaking, and that just made her shake all the more.
Finally, she began to rim his asshole with her finger. Peter could feel her finger circling his asshole. He could feel it going around and around and then he felt it right at the entrance to his asshole. He felt it about to penetrate, and then it did penetrate.
That caused him to cry out for some reason. He felt a great amount of pain. More pain than he had ever felt before. It shot right through his body and it made him tremble like he never had before. He felt as if he was going to die almost, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He just stood there while she began to ram her finger in and out of his asshole, and while she continued to rub his cock back and forth across the nipples of her tits. Her nipples were just as hard as his cock, or they felt to him. She was rubbing his cock against them harder and harder.
He could feel himself s it to come right then, and he was trying hold back. He didn't want to come just yet. He didn't want to come until she took his cock in her mouth. Then he felt her rubbing his cock against her neck, and then against her chin, and then across her closed lips.
She rubbed his cock back and forth across her closed lips many times, and then she rubbed it all over her cheeks, across her forehead, and then under her nose. It was as if she was smelling it now. He could feel his come building up more and more inside his cock, and he knew that he was going to explode any second now.
"Take it in your mouth," he said. "Please take it in your mouth and suck on it."
All this time she was ramming her finger in and out of his asshole harder and harder. That was sending more and more waves of pain through his body. The pain was increasing steadily. It was making him shudder. He could feel himself about to explode all over.
Not just his cock was going to explode, but his whole body. Yes, Ruth was just like Diane and Linda and Mary. And probably Patricia would be the same also. In fact, from what Ruth had told him, she already was the same. They were all little whores, and he was glad of that.
That made them truly Daddy's little girls. Yes, that's just what they were. They were his private harem, and that's what they always would be. His private harem. He kept thinking that over and over again. His private harem.
Daddy's little girls.
He wondered how many other fathers had daughters like his. He wondered how many other fathers fucked their daughters the way he did. Were there quite a few? Did all fathers want to fuck their daughters at least? Probably. But how many actually did? Someday he would have to find out.
In his own home town he wondered how many men there were that did what he did. There were probably quite a few. There was that one that Mary had told him about. Mary's friend. Besides himself there was at least one other man in town who fucked his daughter.
He could feel Ruth rubbing his cock over her cheeks now, and then across her closed lips again, and then back against her tits. She was bending his cock in every direction at once it seemed to him. He could feel her doing all kinds of things to it, but the thing he wanted.
"In your mouth," he kept saying over and over. "Put it in your mouth."
"Just a minute," she sighed.
And that's when he felt his cock erupting. He couldn't hold back any longer. He felt the come streaming out of his cock.
It was wild!
It ran all over her tits. Ruth felt it also. She felt it running down her tits, down her chest, and down her stomach to her pubic area.
His come was hot and sticky and it made her skin tingle all over. She could feel her body trembling both inside and outside. That's when she took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to drink down the bitter-sweet come. She had almost been afraid of doing this, but now, all of a sudden, she' wasn't afraid at all.
There's nothing to be afraid of, she thought to herself right then.
Then paused and thought to herself, why should I be afraid to take it in my mouth? What's the difference? It's not going to bite me. And with that she began to take in more and more of his cock.
She took in as much of his cock as she could, and she began to run her tongue all over it. She began to work her mouth back and forth on it and she began to grab at his balls. She was still terribly excited.
It was fantastic!
Peter felt his come draining into her mouth now, and he felt her wet saliva all over his cock. He felt it running down the length of his cock and onto his balls. He found that he liked that. He liked that a lot. The more she did it, the more he liked it.
Keep doing it, he said to himself. Also he could feel how she was now sucking the come right out of him. Her lips closed in on him and he could feel them applying more and more pressure. They were squeezing the life right out of him, but that was fine with him.
He let out one scream after the other, and that just made her suck on him all the harder.
She was sucking so hard on him now that he thought she was going to suck his cock right off of him. I can just see you now, he said to himself, walking around all day with my cock stuck in your mouth.
The thought almost appealed to him. He felt a chill run through his body as he thought it. It was certainly something to think about. He would think about it often from now on. Not just about her, but about all the rest of them as well. That's one thing I'll always think-of, he said to himself.
Yes, he said again and again to himself, that's one thing I'll always think about. He felt her sucking him dry now, and he felt the last few drops of come trickling out of his cock. His cock was still hard though. It was still as hard "as a rock. He could feel her still sucking on him, and that was what kept him this hard.
He could feel himself building up to another orgasm already. Her mouth had turned into a furnace all of a sudden, and that made his cock turn into a furnace also. His cock was burning up so much he thought it was going to fall right off. He could feel himself breathing harder and harder, and he could feel her sucking on him harder and harder.
He felt a sudden spasm overtake him and that's when he felt his orgasm starting again. It just consumed him this time, and the come pumped out of him like it was never going to stop, and he didn't want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. And why should he?
She was draining him now, even more so than she had the first time. She was drawing the come out of him as if it meant life and death to her. He could feel his legs getting weaker and weaker. He was about to collapse, but she seemed to hold him up just by the way she was sucking on him.
He could hear the sounds she made as she drank down his come. She was making all kinds of noises in her mouth and in her throat. She was making such loud noises that they were making his ears ring. He loved the sounds her mouth made, and he wanted her to go on making them.
And she did just that. Ruth could feel his come filling her mouth up again and again. She could feel it running down her throat and all the way to her stomach. His come seemed to get hotter and hotter all the time. She could feel the warmth from it spreading throughout her body.
"Suck harder," Peter groaned.
He said that over and over, and that was just what she did. She was sucking on him just as hard as she possibly could. I'll suck you like no one has ever sucked you before, she thought to herself. It was then that she thought of Diane, Linda, and Mary sucking on this very cock.
Yes, I'm sure they sucked you good enough, Ruth thought to herself, but I'll suck you better than they ever could. I'll suck you so you'll think all three of them are sucking you at once.
"SUCK!" he screamed out just then.
The word seemed to make the whole shack shake, and she felt him falling away from her. She held to him all the more tightly then, and she made sure that she kept his rock hard meaty shaft in her mouth. She never wanted to let go of that.
"Lie down," he then said. "Lie down so I can suck your cunt. I want to suck your cunt."
Just hearing the words excited her to no end. She could feel his tongue inside her already. She could feel it moving all around inside her, and she could feel it stirring up her cunt juices. It was making her explode over and over, and he hadn't even done anything to her yet.
That's when she lay back down on the cot, and he lay down on top of her. She felt his heavy weight on top of her now, and she grabbed wildly for his cock. It had been out of her mouth much too long as it was. She grabbed for it and got it back in her mouth just as quickly as she could.
She could feel his tongue moving along the inside of her thighs just then, and then she felt it right up against her cunt lips. She could feel the shivers that went all through her cunt just then, and that went all through her body as well. He was pressing his tongue into her real hard, and she could feel the cunt juices flowing out of her already.
She felt the come still coming out of his cock, and she could feel his cock starting to get soft. She couldn't let that happen. That was the last thing she could let happen. She had to keep his cock hard if it was the last thing she did. She had to keep it very hard.
She just sucked on it more frantically then, and she could feel it stiffen again. She could feel the hardness creeping back into it, and then it was just as hard as it ever had been, and maybe even a little harder. She was in a frenzy by then, and so was he.
Peter was rimming her cunt with his tongue and he was moving his tongue all over her clit as well. He was making her clit hot and hard. He could feel the cunt juices flowing out of her, and he drank them down as quickly as he could. He could feel some of her cunt juices running down on his chin.
He got his tongue right inside her then, and he began to work it in and out as fast as he could. He could feel her taking in more of his cock then, and he could feel both her hands rubbing at his ass cheeks. Then he felt her rubbing her finger back and forth along the inside of his ass crack.
That sent more shivers all through him, and he could feel himself building up to another orgasm. Then he felt her finger probing into his asshole again, and that made him tremble even more. He was shaking so much that he thought he was going to roll right off her.
He didn't though. He stayed right where he was, and he continued to suck on her just as hard as he could. He bit down into her cunt just then, and that in itself seemed to make her explode. He drank down as much of her come as he could, and he could feel it making his whole mouth burn up inside.
He could feel her come trickling down his throat and all the way to his stomach. That made him go after her come all the more. He then felt his whole body jerk as he felt his new orgasm starting. It seemed to start in every part of his body, and then it all just drained to the head of his cock.
And now it was draining into her mouth. She wasn't about to let up on him, and she was still sucking on him as hard as ever. And he was still sucking on her just as hard as ever. They were both in a frenzy by then, and finally they just exploded one last time, and then they lay perfectly still.
They seemed to pass out as well, but they didn't pass out completely. They were still somewhat conscious. Ruth was aware enough to know that she still had his cock in her mouth, and Peter was aware enough to know that he still had his tongue in her cunt.
Finally Peter got to his feet, and he helped her get to her feet.
"Maybe we should go home," he said.
"Maybe we should," she agreed.
They both got dressed, and then they made their way through the woods, and back to the car. They got in the car and just sat there for a few minutes.
"That was real good," she said.
"Yes, it was," he agreed.
He started the engine and then started back for the city. She was sitting right up next to him, and he could feel her thigh pressing into his.
"Are you going to fuck Patricia next?" she asked.
"Maybe," he replied.
"When you do," she said, "can I watch?"
"Do you want to?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to," she replied.
"Why do you want to watch?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I just do."
"I guess you can," he replied, "it's certainly okay with me."
"I bet watching will really turn you both on even more," Ruth then said, as she ran her hand along his thigh.
"I'm sure it will," he agreed.
She seemed to be applying more and more pressure.
"Does that feel good?" she asked. "Of course it does," he replied. "Should I keep it up?" she asked. "Of course you should," he replied.