Chapter 5

I PUT MY ARM ABOUT HER AND DREW her close. "You seemed to have been pretty much the aggressor in the beginning," I remarked. "Did you keep on doing it, or did your father then start making his demands on you."

"That's the funny thing. Later on, during the next week or two, I was terribly ashamed of my actions. I couldn't look my father in the eye. That's when he started being the aggressor. He didn't come near me for those two weeks, and then one time he had a few too many drinks and awakened me in the middle of the night. I'll never forget that night. I think I had been dreaming, and when I woke up and discovered a hand on my pussy and a finger inside of me wiggling around, I was scared for a moment. That feeling passed-I knew it was my father, of course, though it was very dark in the room-and I became very passionate toward him."

"What did you do?" I asked eagerly.

"Well, what would you expect me to do? I did it to him. I mean, I lay there and let him do it to me."

"And did you enjoy it as much as the first time."

"After he got started, after he got it into me I did. At first, I felt, well, ashamed of myself all over again, but what girl can stay ashamed when there's a hot, hard cock rammed up her cunt and working in and out and rubbing the little button?"

"I don't know," I said with a grin. "I'm not a girl. Tell me more about it."

"You really like hearing about it, don't you, Robert?"

"Yes. Makes me hot."

She giggled. "Makes me hot just talking about it."

"How many times did he screw you this time?"

"Oh, I don't remember. He just kept on pumping me for a long, long time. I guess I must have had three or four orgasms, all of them simply terrific. I was as weak as a kitten when I felt him releasing his hot juice in me the first time."

I took her hand and pressed it to the front of me. "Feel that? That's what your story has done to me, Abbie."

She paid no attention to what I'd said but went on with her story. "I'll never forget the time my father came home from work and caught me taking a bath in the tub. He didn't know I was in the tub, but came up only to wash. When he burst through the door and saw me all naked and everything and bathing myself, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. He excused himself, though we had already done it a great many times, and he got all red and everything, but I noticed he took a long time in washing his hands. Then, when he had dried them, he turned around and looked at me. I looked right back at him and smiled, because I knew what he was thinking about and so I was very hot all of a sudden. He came over and leaned down and took hold of one of my breasts and told me I was a very pretty girl. Imagine, having your own father say and do a thing like that at the same time. Well, it got me all worked up, especially when he got down on his knees and unzipped his pants. I glanced over the side of the tub and saw his big prick standing straight up and bubbling a bit, and I laughed and reached over and touched him there. He blew a little and the stuff ran right up my arm. Boy, was I excited, and you should have seen the strained, tight look on his face. He looked like a small boy with his first shot at sex about to take place. He told me I was a hot little girl and that he knew he was a very bad man for doing this sort of thing to me. I told him I didn't mind, that I liked it, that I liked him, too. I told him that all the girls at school talked about sex all the time but that I didn't believe any of them had ever had any, not the way I had. He seemed to like hearing this from me, and the next thing I knew he had climbed into the tub with his clothes on and was stabbing away at my wet old cunt like crazy. He got it into me and darned near drowned me at the same time. Boy, was that great. I thought my father was never going to stop screwing me."

I cleared my throat. "If you keep on telling me about your father, I'm going to have a happening in my pants, Abbie."

She laughed. "Help yourself."

"I just may," I told her, grinning. "Another time, when I was fourteen," she went on, "I had my first date with a boy. I wasn't at all sure my father wanted me to have that date, but it was for the freshmen dance, and he couldn't very well object. The boy's name? Well, that doesn't matter-he doesn't live in this town any more. After the dance, because of my background with my father, I really expected the boy to screw me. We parked in the car down the street, but all he did was put his arm around me and kiss me on the cheek. This really bothered me. I finally grabbed hold of his dong and he almost fainted. Boy, you never saw any guy get so excited; trouble was, he blew off in his pants, said good night to me and practically pushed me out of the car. What a jerk he was. Imagine, a boy doing a thing like that. I had to walk the rest of the way home, and when my father let me in, I dropped to my knees and begged him to let me suck him off. He was sober at the time-not that he gets drunk very often, he doesn't-and it surprised him like crazy, I think. He picked me up and carried me to my room and placed me down on the bed and asked me what had come over me. I told him about the boy, only I omitted the part about my grabbing hold of him first. I guess my father thought the boy had tried to rape me, because he became furious and I had a hard time calming him down. He wanted to know where that boy lived, but I never told him. Anyway, I begged him to give me a little, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully and told me he thought he should stop doing what we'd been doing. I knew he didn't mean it, that he was only telling me this so that later on I couldn't come back at him and accuse him of ruining my life and all that rot. So ... I just told him that I loved him and that I needed to be screwed real often. He sighed and told me to wait till he put on his pajamas, so I did."

"What happened then?"

"Well, he became very wild and did the damnedest thing. Instead of waiting till I got undressed, too, he just stood there and jacked off in my face."

I smiled. "How did you like that?"

"It took me by surprise. I have to admit I liked it. It was so wild and strange. Of course, I didn't get an orgasm out of it, but I really got excited, and then when he threw himself on top of me and ripped my pants off and stuck it in ... well, then I really had an orgasm-the best one I had ever had. Do you know what my father did while he was screwing me, Robert?"

"Tell me."

"He licked up his own juice from my face. Wow!"

I recalled how Mr. LeBlanc had gone down on me at my mother's house, the same time she had gone down on Abbie. "Do you remember what your father did to me at our house that night?" I asked her.

She giggled. "Of course I do. I also remember your mother running her hot tongue up my cunt. Boy, did we have a wild time that night."

"We've got pretty wild parents, I'd say. Wouldn't you?"

"But that's just the trouble," she replied. "They're too damned wild. They make all other sexual activities seem mild by comparison."

"You mean I don't compare with your father?" I asked, hurt.

"I didn't mean that. It's just that ... well, I have a right to expect you, my boy friend, to want to screw me. Every girl wants and expects that, or at least that the guy will attempt to ... but your father ... that's something different. When your own father does it to you all the time...." She sighed. "I'll never be able to explain it. Not ever. It's just too wild for words."

"You forget that I, too, am in the same situation. My mother expects me to lay her every day, twice a day, sometimes three times."

I had no more than said this when the phone rang. Right away I knew it was my mother calling.

"Shall I answer it, Robert?" Abbie asked.

"No. It'll be Mother wanting to know why I haven't come straight home from school. Don't answer it."

She appeared doubtful. "It might be Dad calling me, Robert. I'd better answer."

I sighed. "All right, Abbie, answer it. If it's my mother, tell her you left me on the street and that I should be home any time now."

She went to the phone and listened.

"No, he's not at home today, Mr. Chou." (I pricked up my ears at that name.) "He'll be back either tomorrow or the next day ... what? ... I'm quite all right, Mr. Chou. No, there's no need for that. I'm not afraid to stay alone. Thank you just the same. Good-bye, and thank you again." She hung up and came back to the sofa.

"That Mr. Chou," I said. "I think I may have seen him before. My mother and I went to this place in the country, and there was a Mr. Chou, a Chinese man, who seemed to know my mother, or if he didn't, he got acquainted with her farily fast."

"Yes, your mother told my father about it. Mr. Chou owns that place. He was the one who got my father to go there in the first place."

"What did he want to do, Abbie, come over and keep you company?"

She laughed. "Yes, Mr. Chou is very much taken with me, I'm afraid, or with anything female. He's the horniest man you ever saw."

I was just a bit jealous now. "How do you know that?"

"Don't worry. I haven't had anything to do with him, but he lives next door and leaves his shades up at night. He's always walking around naked and with a hard-on. Besides that, I can tell he's horny by the way he stares at my legs all the time."

"Does my mother call your father up?" I asked, surprised at hearing this.

"Lately she has. Didn't she tell you?"

"No."

Abbie screwed up her face. "Well, that's how parents are. They don't tell you much but want to know everything that's happened to you. Every time I'm with you my father wants to know all about it. He makes me tell him the details."

"I can't say as I blame him there. I like to hear the details of your affairs with him. Tell me more about him."

"There was one time I got a little high from stealing some of his whiskey, and he came home and caught me lying naked on the sofa. Want me to tell you about it, Robert?"

"Yes," I said eagerly. "I get a terrific bang out of hearing you talk about your father."

"Will you tell me about you and your mother sometime if I do?"

"Sure."

"Of course there's nothing very startling about him catching me naked. He was always doing that, but this time I was in the act of playing with myself."

"You were masturbating?"

"Yes. I was rubbing myself off with my fingers."

I smiled. "How does that feel?"

"So so. It's better'n nothing, that's about all I can say for it."

"What did your father do when he saw you?"

"He told me it was a lousy thing to do. Said I was wasting myself and that I should have waited till he got home. He pulled out his prick and showed it to me. I told him I'd be happy to have him stick it into me, but he said he had a yen for cornholing me. Well, I'd never been cornholed, so you can imagine how scared that made me, even though I was high."

"Did he actually cornhole you, Abbie?"

"He certainly did. Wow, how that hurt at first, but I kind of liked it. It was wild, believe me, Robert."

"How did he do it? I mean how did you go about it?"

"He yanked his pants down to his knees and sat down on the floor. Then he grabbed me and pulled me down to him and made me sit on it. Whew! Sitting down with my asshole going around that big cock of his was really something. I thought he'd kill me with it, it was so rock-like. I...."

"You got excited?"

"Yes, and scared, too. I was afraid he might do some damage to me internally."

"Did it really hurt that much?"

"No, not really. Not after he got the head of his prong in me. That made me flow a lot, and this lubricated it; and when I eased myself all the way down, it was in me all the way, rammed up my asshole as far as it could go."

"If you were sitting on your father's cock, how could he move?"

"He grabbed me just above the hips and made me bob up and down. When I made a wrong move, it hurt like hell, so I quickly learned to go up and down in a straight line, so to speak. My father was so hot he couldn't prolong it. He blew his sap up my ass in no time at all. Boy, he really filled me with the stuff. It seemed to flow and flow as though he had a gallon of it stored away somewhere. I tell you, Robert, it felt beautiful. Strange as it may sound, even though he had his prong in my asshole, it caused me to have a quick succession of orgasms. I've wanted to try it like that ever since, but never have."

I swallowed hard. "I'll get on the floor and take my pants down, and you can sit on me, Abbie. I'd be glad to ram it up your ass."

Her eyes became very bright. "Al right, Robert. Let me get my pants off."

I got down on the floor in just the manner she had described and sat there, my prick sticking straight up. My pants and shorts were down to my knees, and she looked at my cock for a long moment.

"You have a pretty one, Robert," she remarked, yanking off her panties. "A very pretty one."

"Sit on it," I begged. "Sit on my cock."

She smiled tensely and, getting down on her knees, straddled my body and took my cock in her hand and steered it to the lips of her asshole. Then she lowered herself, and little by little I felt and saw my prong enter her anus.

It was very warm inside of her at this tender spot.

"Do you like the feel of it, Robert?" she asked breathlessly. "Yes."

She sat down all the way, doing it slowly and carefully. I felt as if my prong was caught in some kind of tight, warm trap, but it felt damned good, even maddening.

She began to move up and down, and every time she did I drew in my breath sharply.

"You're cornholing me, Robert," she husked, her eyes tightly closed.

"Open your eyes, Abbie. I want you to look at me.

She opened her eyes and bent over slightly so that our faces were only inches apart.

"Fill my ass, honey!" she cried. "Fill it with your hot milk!"

I pulled her sweater over her head with some difficulty and tore her bra from her body. Then I grabbed her breasts and held them firmly, stroking them, pulling on them, while she went up and down and literally jacked me off with her asshole. I blew into her hard and long, and she cried out weakly but kept on with it until every last drop of my fluid was trapped in her body.

She lifted herself quickly, my cock dropping out of her ass, and then she tucked it into her cunt and sat down on me again.

She bent over and ran her tongue over my lips, my teeth, and my own tongue.

I grinned weakly. "Your cunt wants equal time, I take it."

She smiled tensely. "Right. It demands to be equalized."

I flipped her over on her back and began to pump it into her box, but it was at that precise moment that the doorbell rang. I kept on pumping, but she had stiffened her body, and now I noticed she was trying to push me off her.

"Never mind the doorbell, Abbie," I muttered.

"I can see him through the window, Robert. Let me up. It's Hu Chou. If I don't let him in...."

"The hell with him."

"I have to go to the door, Robert."

Reluctantly, even sulkily, I removed myself from her, pulled up my pants, zipped them and went over and slumped down on the sofa while she yanked up her panties, smoothed down her hair and went to the door.

The next thing I knew the Chinese gentleman was in the room and addressing me. I looked up at him, got to my feet. "Hello, sir," I said, frowning a bit. "I remember you."

"To be sure, young man. You have a most delightful mother. May I congratulate you?"

"Thank you."

He smiled and turned to Abbie, who stood nearby, her face sweaty and quite red. "I was just passing by and thought I would stop in and see if you were all right, Miss LeBlanc. I couldn't help seeing what you two were doing on the floor, and I must say it caused me to be rather, shall I say warm? If you have no objections, I'd like to remain while you finish the most interesting ... operation."

"Well, sir...." Abbie began but stopped.

I got to my feet slowly. "I think Abbie, Miss LeBlanc, would prefer it if you left, sir."

My remark didn't offend him in the least. He merely smiled, bowed and said, "The young lady you met at my establishment, Robert. (So he knew my name.) She's at my house now. She'd like to see you again ... now. I'd like very much to extend an invitation to both of you to pay a visit to my humble home."

I glanced at Abbie and saw the wild excitement in her eyes. I thought about the lovely girl I had met at the Sexualis, Incorporated. I turned my eyes in the direction of the man, and then studied Abbie's face.

"It's up to you, Abbie. He's your neighbor. What do you say?"

"Oh , Robert ... let's go over to Hu Chou's place I'd love to see ... it."

"If you want to go, Abbie, please do so. However, I think it's time for me to be getting home. My ... er ... mother will be wondering where I am."

"Robert," she said, "please come with us."

I didn't care for the way she used the word "us", so I shook my head, smiled at her, bowed to the Chinese gentleman and left. The truth was, I was annoyed at Abbie for being so eager to go to his place even though we had been in the middle of a sex act. If she preferred going next door and having the Chinese stab her cunt, then let her do so.

When I arrived home, my mother was lying half-naked on the sofa, having her usual cocktail.

"Hello, Mother," I said.

"Hello, dear. Wherever have you been? I was about to call the police or someone. I thought sure my boy had gotten run over by a car. Why didn't you tell me you were going to remain after school."

"I didn't remain after school."

Her dark eyes took on a glint and she half-arose from the sofa. "Then where, may I ask, have you been for the past two hours?"

"With a friend." I said listlessly.

"Not with a girl, I hope. You know I expect you to come home immediately to satisfy my needs, dear."

"Yes, I know."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I was with a friend."

"Have you been fornicating with your friend Abbie?" I nodded.

She drew in her breath and let it out slowly. "Am I to suppose that you blew it all into her silly little cunt and saved nothing for your poor old mother?"

"I'm afraid so, Mother."

A look of exasperation came over her handsome face. "I must say, I'm most annoyed, Robert. You're all the man I have, you know. I need your offerings. I don't intend to allow you to squander yourself on some silly little cunt."

"If you don't mind, Mother, I think I'll go up and take a bath."

"By all means," she snapped. "I can actually smell her cunt on you. I find it most repelling."

I went up the stairs slowly, and for the first time in my life I actually hated females, all females, every last one of them.