He started fucking.
The girl almost passed out. He was swollen to a huge size in her asshole. His prick was almost more than she could bear. But her youthful membrane began expanding. Soon, he was big in her but not tearing her apart as he had been.
But he was still fucking with slow, deliberate strokes. She wanted him to stop, but knew it wasn't going to do any good to ask.
He was hot to fuck and that was it. He would have his pleasure and to hell with her. She knew it from past experience that he could fuck long and hard before even beginning to show the first signs of fatigue.
Vowing to make this as short as possible, she began using the muscles of her cunt against the man's prick. The very same muscles that could crush and flatten his cock if it were jammed up her twat could do the trick as he fucked her up the ass.
"God," he groaned once, "your ass is as tight as a hangman's noose around my prick!"
She tried to crush him. She tried to make him come. Only in this way could she slow him dawn. But it seemed as if her efforts were in vain. Everything she did made him fuck faster, harder, deeper.
He was drilling into her soft rectum with his hard prick so fast now that the friction was burning into her belly. She felt the warmth spreading throughout her loins. It was like melted butter pouring into her cunt. Her own juices were becoming super hot. She couldn't keep them from running from between her tightly pursed cunt lips. But then he did the thing which made her come.
He reached around her hips and began fucking her cunt.
She came. And he screamed out, "So fucking tight on my cock! Love it! I love the way you smash down on my prick!"
He hadn't given her the come simply to pleasure her. He had done it to get his own rocks off.
She hated him, even as she was still soaring on the intense come he had ignited in her body.
When she drifted down, from the ultimate in human pleasure, she began to systematically work over his cock. She used every trick she had learned in the past year. Her asshole tightened like a thread around his cock. If she had been a guillotine, she could have chopped off the plum-tipped glands entirely.
And she tensed up the smooth globes of her asscheeks. She felt the hot cylinder of his cock spreading those lovely cheeks wide. The warmth of the fucking across them was lighting her inner fires again. But she concentrated on giving her brother the best fucking ever.
Only in this way could she get him off and save herself one sore ass, for the rest of the week.
The way he filled her up inside was enough to make her come again and again. But she was still tensing her stomach muscles in an attempt to make him blast out his creamy wad of jism into her sucking rectum. Her shit chute was hot and tight and the vacuum he formed every time he pulled out was almost enough to get his rocks off.
But she wanted to make sure, really sure.
She began thrusting her ass back to meet his inward strokes. This mashed her butt firmly against her brother's groin. They gasped in unison as his prick seared its way even deeper into her tender, yielding flesh. But it was doing the trick. She could feel his cock begin to swell inside her, a sure sign he was about ready to come.
When she began rotating her ass in a seductive circle, this was all the stimulation her brother needed. His cock lurched hard, and then began jerking deep up her ass.
The hot spurt of his come into her aroused asshole was all it took for her to come again. She let her body take over. She drove her ass back into her brother's crotch, almost sucked his spewing cock into her asshole, and then cried out her lust.
He gave her the sexiest enema she'd ever received. Her asshole was filled with his white-hot jism. And then, all too soon, the cock went limp again and fell from her ass.
She sighed and bent forward, rubbing her sweaty forehead against the bedspread. Before she could say a word to her brother, he left. Just like that, he fucked her ass, and then split.
Still tied to the head of the bed, Vicki had to wait for her father to come back.
CHAPTER THREE
"What's the matter, Vicki? You're not talking much this morning," her father said.
She spooned out some more scrambled eggs onto the man's plate and said nothing.
He grabbed her by the upper arm and spun her around. "Look here, young lady, you'll answer me when I ask you a question. None of this silent stuff for your daddy, no sir!"
"I'm tired. I was up all night." Then, with malice, she added, "I was up, but not the way you were."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm dead tired, dammit! I wanted to sleep last night but you and Jack both fucked me. He screwed me up the ass and you fucked my cunt twice and what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"There, there," he said, patting her arm. "It's not all that bad. I guess maybe it's just that time of the month for you or something." That seemed to answer all the questions. She was in her period. Nothing else could possibly account for her momentary rebellion against his desires. Vicki found herself hating him as much as she hated her departed mother. Maybe the other woman had the right idea.
Don't stay with this daughter raper. Split. Just like that, leave him high and dry and then see what he'd do.
As the thoughts came into her mind, she knew she couldn't stay in this house much longer. She would have to leave. Run away. It would be tough, but she knew she could do it.
"Well, I'll talk to you about this later, Vicki. See you tonight."
"Be seeing you, Daddy," she said but she was mentally adding, when hell freezes over!
In less than twenty minutes, she had packed her meager belongings into a knapsack and slung it over her shoulder. She was out and away before her brother noticed. And, it would be late tonight before her father caught on to what she'd done.
Vicki wanted to put lots of miles between them by that time.
She didn't have a car to take. Besides, that would be a dead giveaway. Her father could call the cops and they'd have a statewide bulletin out on her in a flash. Hitchhiking seemed the easiest way to simply be swallowed up by the country.
Who could tell how far a ride would take her?
It seemed perfect, even when the first dozen cars passed her by without even slowing down.
After twenty minutes, Vicki began to get a little panicky. She had to get away. She couldn't waste a day just trying to get a ride. She had to get one and soon.
Then she looked down and saw what she was wearing. It was enough to wake anyone pass her by. The floppy, formless sweatshirt was warm in the cool autumn weather, but it wasn't much of an advertisement for the person wanting a ride.
She quickly shucked it off. Underneath, all she was wearing was a thin tee-shirt. The cool air caressed her body, made her nipples stand fully erect. With the shin almost a second skin to start with, only a blind man could avoid seeing she had no bra on.
Her fits were impudent and bold. They were large without sagging at all. High placed, they bounced around with just enough vibrancy to tell any red-blooded male viewing them that this was one foxy chick.
And she pushed down her jeans just enough so that they clung tenaciously to her hips. She was now a really seductive picture hitchhiking. And less than five minutes after she'd shed the sweatshirt, a trucker slowed down. The airbrakes squealed and finally stopped the eighteen-wheeler.
A loud voice called to her, "Get your ass in gear if you want a ride with old Vic! He's got a lot of freight to haul and you're holding him up."
She scampered to the side of the cab and made her way up the mountain-like side of the truck. Opening the door, she lithely spun in and planted her perky rear on the seat.
The trucker took one look at her and let out a low whistle. "Goddamn, you're even prettier lookin' than I thought!"