Chapter 8

Jeff had known something was up when Diana and Arlene came out on the deck. They wanted to pick up an update to one of Arlene’s games, they said. As if the couple hundred games in the game room weren’t enough. He told Diana to go on without him, but she insisted that she wanted him to drive because it might be dark by the time they returned and she would have to drive up that hellacious driveway in the dark – something she was not up to at the moment. He tried to point out that it hadn’t been getting dark out here until after nine, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She said it was a little cloudy and might snow as it did the other day. She wouldn’t listen to his rebuttal about how warm it was, nor give up to the fact that there were no clouds as far as he could see. She insisted she would be terrified all the time they were gone, worrying about driving up the driveway in the snow. Shit, he thought, any sane person would be leery of that driveway without snow. So what? But he gave up, tired of her whining.

Grumbling, he put on a clean shirt and drove them, not that he said a word unless asked a question he couldn’t avoid answering. They found a place that sold games and spent forever in there before Arlene finally found what she was looking for. He thought they were through, but they informed him that she just had to have something from the mall. He was going to sit in the car while they went inside, but quickly found that they just couldn’t do without his opinions. After that was finally over, they were hungry – at least Arlene and Diana were – and they found this quaint little restaurant that they just happened to hear about. By the time they returned home, it was well after eight.

He just wanted to sit out on the deck, but Arlene said it was too cold, and wanted him to watch a movie with her. Diana brought them popcorn and cokes. Now, finally, the damn movie was over, and he could go to bed. He was tired and sleepy, and he wanted to think.

He did manage to take a shower. When he came out, Diana was sitting on the side of the bed wearing makeup (that was where she had gotten off to while they were finishing the movie), and a nightie that barely reached her groin. Her nipples poked against the outfit, obviously hard as rocks. She was going to try to have sex with him again, and he just was not in the mood.

As Jeff lay back on the bed, Diana rolled over, straddling his chest. Sliding down a little, she popped a breast out of her nightie and stuffed the bulging nipple into his mouth. He tried to push her away, but she hung onto the back of his neck with one hand and held her breast against his mouth with the other. He sucked on the nipple a little. Either that, or throw her off, and he wasn’t ready for that, yet. He didn’t think he was exactly mad at her but just felt sick and depressed. He could not get his mind off her squealing and humping her pussy up to Jack.

Diana milked her breast, stripping it toward her nipple, and he could feel the thin, sweet milk spurt into his mouth. His cock began to swell and stand up, although he didn’t want it to happen. She pulled the nipple from his mouth and quickly shifted position, straddling his face, now sitting with her naked pussy squarely on his mouth, the sweet pussy smelling of strawberries and female. He felt his dick twitch in spite of himself.

“Diana,” he mumbled, exasperated, but she lowered her pussy, putting pressure on his mouth. Again, he had the choice of throwing her off or complying. He managed to get his nose free enough to get some air as she began slowly moving her groin on his mouth. Hell, if she needs it that bad, I’ll lick her twat a little. But I just don’t have the energy to fuck her.

As his tongue hit her button, she clamped her knees against his head and squeezed. He tried to say something, but she shuddered, muttering to herself as her orgasm hit. He did like her playing with his dick, though, but he thought it must be difficult for her to reach behind herself to pull on his cock. She had not missed a stroke while she orgasmed. Suddenly, he felt a warm mouth surround his cockhead and an intermittent sucking began. It took a moment for his mind to figure that out, but the only logical answer just couldn’t be what was happening. He tried to push Diana away so he could see, but she clamped down harder and orgasmed again, wailing like a cat in heat.

What the hell has happened to her? She doesn’t usually go off that quickly.

He pushed harder against Diana’s hips and she rolled to the side, coming to rest alongside him. As his vision cleared, he was looking straight into his daughter’s eyes. The only problem was that she had a good part of his dick embedded in her mouth. She was sucking avidly and pumping his cock with her hand. As their eyes met, she turned loose of his dick with her mouth, and with a determined look, straddled him, lined his cock up and dropped with what seemed to be all her weight.

As she hissed in a trembling, broken squeal, he yelled out, “Arlene, what the hell are you doing?”

As soon as his cock wedged into her tight pussy and came to a stop, the tears began brimming over in her eyes. Frowning and trembling from pain, she rose up a couple of inches and dropped again, desperate to get him fully inside her before he could throw her off. Unknown by Jeff, she had lubed her pussy with something her mother had given her. The third time she immediately raised and slammed down, his cockhead jammed against her womb. hurting even him, and her a whole lot more. She stiffened and whimpered, both from pleasure as well as from pain. Oh, that hurts. I guess I overdid it a little, but I had to get him fully inside me so he couldn’t get away so easily, she thought as she clamped her legs tightly against his hips in case he tried to buck her off.

Almost giggling despite the slowly decreasing pain, she thought, That’s definitely not Jack or Arnie’s dick that’s practically splitting me in half. Squirming a little to experiment, she continued with her broken thoughts. I ... hope that thing didn’t tear anything inside me too severely. My pussy feels sooo stretched. I thought for a second that his cock was going to knock my womb out through my throat. Hesitating, she waited for the pain to diminish. All of his dick isn’t in, but all of it isn’t going in – at least not at this angle.

Only seconds had passed, but almost frantic not to wait long enough for her father to regain control, she rotated her hips more, dragging Jeff’s cockhead repeatedly across her cervix. The pleasure/pain felt oddly exciting to her now that the pain was diminishing, and she hoped that her squirming might turn her father on, too. It certainly was turning her on.

Jeff managed to sit partway up. “Arlene,” he yelled, as she rapidly rotated her ass, interspersed with an up and down stroke, “have you lost your mind?”

Arlene short-stroked rapidly, her breasts bouncing as occasional fine streams of milk spurted from her nipples. She had pulled harshly on them while Jeff was in the shower so her milk would be flowing well.

“Baby,” Jeff said, grabbing her by her shoulders, “This is incest.”

“Yeah, Dad. Isn’t it great?” she gasped. Grabbing her father’s head, she locked her mouth to his, pushed her tongue in and sucked, her pussy spasming as an orgasm tore through her.

Almost before Jeff knew what was happening, his cock lurched and pumped a strong stream of his seed into his daughter. Her pussy clamped down; he gasped at the pleasure and his cock pumped several more streams of his sperm-laden semen into his now giggling girl.

Jeff collapsed onto his back with Arlene hanging onto him, her mouth again locked to his. The big cock twitched again but did not go down one bit. After a moment, he managed to get his breath back and peeled his daughter off his mouth. Getting her off his cock was harder. Her legs locked against his hips, and his dick seemed to have a mind of its own. It did not want to come out of her tight pussy, and her constant milking him wasn’t helping any.

Rolling her to the side, he managed to extract himself, his dick making a sound as an obscene amount of come flowed out of Arlene. He stared at his daughter’s pussy a moment as another wad of his come oozed out, then wheeled on Diana. “What the fuck is going on?” he yelled.

Before Diana could say anything, Arlene got back up on her knees and pushed at her Dad. “Lie back down,” she yelled, just as loudly. Looking at her mother, who had tears in her eyes, she said, “Mom, get out of here now. Dad and I are going to talk, and if you’re here, all you two will do is fuss. Hurry Mom. Please don’t argue with me; just get out of the bedroom. I’ll be there in a little while.”

Diana stared at her daughter while realizing that Jeff, red-faced mad, had destroyed her last hope, but Arlene pushed at her mother’s shoulder, “Now, Mother. Please.”

Diana got up and left without a backward glance, shutting the door behind her.

Arlene turned to her father. “Hush, Daddy. Don’t say anything.”

“Don’t tell me to hush. I’m your father. I’ll...”

“You’ll what, Daddy? You’ll whip me? You have never whipped me in my life. Yeah, I know I’m just a kid, but in two weeks I’ll be sixteen. When Mom was sixteen, I was two, is that not about right? I’m a woman now, just as your wife was when she was my age. And yes, I know I’m still a girl, too. But this is one time that a parent is going to listen to a fifteen-year-old, or I swear, if you leave, or divorce my mother, I promise you; I promise you that I will be a whore before I am seventeen.”

That got his attention. Jeff knew where his daughter’s stubbornness had come from, and likewise, knew that he was on dangerous ground. “Listen, Punkin,” he said, trying to calm the situation down. He knew he had been set up but was still trying to understand the why of it.

Arlene did not give him any time to think, however, but quickly climbed astraddle again while looking down at him. She was buck-naked still, her nipples rock-hard and continuing to drip milk as her pussy oozed thick come. She didn’t try to capture him with her sex again – impossible now since his cock was flaccid, anyhow. He pulled himself up a bit on the big pillow, but determined, she moved with him. His naked daughter sitting on his groin didn’t put him on the highest ground, argument-wise – not to mention that he had never seen her so angry. Somehow, her anger had washed his away.

“Listen, Baby, your mother and I are having some problems. I...”

“Problems? You call what you are having, problems? This has gone on long enough, though. Yeah, I know the woman you love fucked someone else, and she came like a ‘whore,’ to quote her, but something has to give. Don’t say anything,” she admonished when Jeff tried to speak. “I’m going to have my say, and if we can’t settle this, then I’ll be the one leaving. And if you have any doubt about whether I will follow through, then you had better reevaluate what you know about me. I, like you, always finish what I start. I am dead serious about this. Now listen to me.” Arlene didn’t even realize that tears were streaming down her face.

“You have never had any trouble with me, just as you told that man. The worst thing I ever did before Jack was to beat Arnie’s meat for him. I mean it, Daddy, I can’t think of anything that I have done, unless you could count my masturbating and fantasizing about you.”

“What, I, uh...”

“Is that bad, Daddy? If it is, then you can add that to the other. I was gullible. You used other words, but that’s what you meant. All Jack had on me was my masturbating Arnie. But I was stupid enough to believe that shithead when he said he would show the pictures to you and Mom, and that you would never let me see Arnie again. I was in love with Arnie – I don’t know; might still be. I’m all confused about that – but I wanted to marry him. But the biggest thing is that I didn’t want you to see those pictures, because I didn’t want to lose your respect. I didn’t want to let you down. I was devastated, and Jack didn’t give me time to think, he kissed me, hard, pulled on my nipples and kept on with things like that until he got his dick in. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know Baby. That is one of the reasons that I’m glad I kicked his ass, I...”

“I know, Daddy, and I appreciate that. I didn’t mean to lose my virginity like that. I had rather have given it to you or Arnie. Preferably to you.”

“What? Arlene, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh, I know very well what I’m saying, but that’s not what I want to talk about right now. Mom got run over by Jack, just as I did. Then coerced into fucking him, or he would show you those pictures – and the principal. But that’s not the problem. No, it is not. What’s wrong is that your ego got run over by Jack, just like Mom. Don’t say anything. Stop and think. We don’t know what you did for the military, but it was important – dangerous – and you did it well. You fought through high school with a wife and kid – I’ve heard Mom tell about it time and again. Then you fought your way through college. Then you fought in the military. You have always fought and won. Oh, you fought hard, all right, and I’m sure that it was hard going at times, but you always won. You never really lost at anything until you saw your wife acting like a whore, fucking Jack.

“Yeah, she was prissing around in heels with a 120 hanging out of her mouth, acting like a bar whore trying to attract a man. But that was the deal with Jack. He liked it. When we didn’t do it, he knocked the shit out of us. We made a deal with him. All the pussy and blowjobs he wanted, with us acting like sluts until you got back, then it was all to end. Maybe he would have let us off – maybe not – but that was the deal.

“Then you came in and caught us fucking without your knowing all the background, and your wife was coming harder for this guy than she ever had for you. Bang! Dead ego. And, yeah, girls know about guys’ ego. We laugh and kid about it, but every guy worth anything has one. And yours was as big as one could be before you came face to face with reality. The reality was that some punk could please your wife better than you ever could.”

Jeff had just slumped back while listening to his daughter repeatedly referring to Jack fucking his wife.

“Now that I have your attention, let me tell you some more things. To begin with, men don’t have a clue. Part of this is coming from my mom, so I’m paraphrasing some here. Guys want to fuck a woman’s brains out when she wants to be made love to, and want to love her gently when she sometimes needs her brains fucked out. According to my mother, you seldom have, if ever, fucked her. You make gentle love to her. Well, let me give you that clue, buster. She needs her brains fucked out.”

“You,” Arlene said, spinning her upper body around and grabbing his limp dick, then looking back at him, “have got a whole lot more equipment than Jack or Arnie, so why can’t you fuck your wife unconscious? Jack did. Are you going to let a punk like him be a better fuck than you? A better man?” she hissed, letting go of his dick.

Turning back, she continued. “Why, if you never gave up on anything else, are you going to give up on your wife? You spent years making us rich, and now all you do is sit on the deck and mope. If you can’t figure it out yourself, you need to play those recordings over and over, and maybe take a lesson or two from Jack.” That produced a deep frown from her father, but she went quickly on. “He didn’t make love to Mom; he fucked her. When she asked him to go easy, he rammed into her. When she said his cock hurt her, he rotated his ass and fucked harder. I know. Trust me, I know. He did it to me and it made me come, again and again. Poor Arnie, in the beginning, made love to me, but after Jack, it didn’t turn me on. When Arnie got pissed and refused to let us tell him no, I started having orgasm’s for him, just like Jack, and Arnie’s dick is smaller than Jack’s, let alone yours.” As she moved, she grimaced, and muttered half to herself, “Shit, I feel like I’ve just had a log stuck up me.”

Looking Jeff in the eye again, she continued, “This one time, you’re going to do something that isn’t part of your nature toward your wife. I’m well aware of your love for her, and that you are probably afraid of hurting her, but women, at least these two women, have to know that the man between their legs is a man and maybe even her master while he’s fucking her. I don’t mean that you can’t make love to your wife, or me, but right now, Mom needs the man that never took no for an answer from a hard life to get his ego back.

“I’m going to tell you just exactly what to do. My Mom and I are in this together, except she didn’t know that I was going to have this little talk with you. We thought we could get you hot enough to keep on fucking me, and then she would join in. But you didn’t, so if you want your wife back, and your marriage to continue, and your daughter to stay home, and not be a whore, here is what you need to do...”

A few minutes later, Jeff, still stunned, walked into Arlene’s suite and found Diana lying on the bed. He certainly didn’t want to be here; he had rather just go back to bed and forget it, but Arlene had promised she would leave tomorrow, or he would have to tie her up to keep her here. Even if he did, she would leave as soon as she could, and she would fuck the first guy she saw. The problem was that he knew she would throw her life away to make her point.

Diana was lying face down, her head on her arm, obviously still crying. He wanted to put his hand out and stroke her, or just go, but he steeled himself to follow Arlene’s instructions.

Jeff reached over, took Diana’s arm, and pulled her to her feet. She staggered a little, looking at him, trying to figure out what he was doing. He pushed her against the wall, putting his mouth on hers, not just kissing, but pressing his mouth hard against her lips. He sucked hard, his mouth partially open before forcing his tongue past her lips. With his left hand pulling her forcibly to his chest, he pulled the negligée down past her breasts. She was trying to kiss him back, but he rammed his tongue as far into her mouth as he could and at the same time finding her left nipple. He knew how she liked him to roll her nipples gently between thumb and finger, and he did that for a moment before squeezing tighter and twisting harder.

Diana squealed into his mouth, pushing against him, trying to get her hand to her breast. What the fuck is he up to? He must have figured out that we set him up. Now he’s lost it. “Jeff, stop it,” she mumbled into his mouth.

He changed from twisting her nipple to milking her breast. After reaching about halfway up her breast, he stripped his fingers to the end of the nipple, tightening his grip as his fingers slid along. A few of these, and she was outraged, but he kept the pressure on her mouth, sucking her mouth as hard as he could, rubbing his lips and mouth against hers. He had withdrawn his tongue, afraid she would bite it.

When he realized that she didn’t have on any panties, he cupped her unprotected pussy. You made a mistake that time, Babe After finding her clit – not an easy thing with her trying to kick him – he rubbed it hard. That cranked up her temper even more. If this doesn’t work, there is a good chance this will be my last piece of pussy for a while – maybe a very long while.

After a minute or so, he abandoned her clit and shoved his middle finger up her hole – no finesse, just jammed it in. By now, Diana was bucking and sincerely trying to fight. Just as he was about to decide that his efforts were in vain, she suddenly tensed up, shivered, mumbled something into his mouth, and came – harder than he could ever remember. Shit, she really can’t keep from coming. I would have thought she was too mad at me to come. I know damn well she’s angry. She tried to bite me twice, and she was serious about it.

He slammed his middle finger up her hole faster, while continuing to pull on her nipple. He could feel wet on his chest where her milk was spraying. Diana violently shivered and came again, this time moaning into his mouth. He pulled his mouth from hers with an audible pop, letting go of her breast at the same time. Diana’s knees gave out and she started to slide down the wall, but he was already slinging her over his shoulder before the orgasm had finished.

As he stepped into the hallway with his burden, he could hear her trying to ask what was happening, but she couldn’t seem to make a coherent sentence. A few steps later, and he tossed her onto their bed in the master suite. He watched her breasts bounce as she hit the bed on her back. Her face, breasts and upper chest were flushed. He didn’t know whether it was the anger, the orgasms, or the combination that caused the flush, but he had never seen her this flushed.

Before she could sit up, he pulled the straps down her arms and off, leaving the negligée hanging around her waist. “Jeff, uh ... why don’t we just make love?”

Jeff wanted to kiss and hold her, but noticed Arlene standing well to the side while shaking her head. She made a lewd motion with her hands that must have meant for him to fuck her mother.

Remembering Arlene’s instructions, he said, “If you want to be a whore, well, let’s fuck. Get on your belly and stick your cunt in the air. I’m going to put a load in you so you can compare it with Jack’s.”

“Oh, Darling, I’m sorry. But please, let’s just make love. I want to hold you in my arms and feel you inside me.”

“Bullshit. Shut the fuck up about making love. What you want is for that scumbag to fuck you just as he did back in Georgia. Well, your punk won’t be able to get his dick up for a long time to come, if ever, if I broke what I think I broke. Even if he does get it up, his balls will never work anymore. But you’re going to get fucked, anyway.”

“Jeff, please. I’ve never seen you this way. You’re scaring me.”

Jeff almost folded, but he saw Arlene violently shaking her head. Instead, he grabbed an arm and rolled his wife to her belly. With a loud crack, he swatted her ass with the palm of his hand, and commanded, “Get on your knees and scoot your ass over to the side of the bed! So, you enjoy fucking, huh? Well, you’re going to get your fucking wish.”

When she didn’t move, he grabbed her hips and yanked her to the side of the bed. “Now, stick your cunt in the air, and drop your belly.”

Jeff didn’t realize that Arlene had set a video camera up on the tripod, and would not have cared had he noticed. At first, it had been an act, but his anger had taken over now. He dropped his shorts and took his hard dick in his hand. “From what I could tell, I have at least a couple of inches in length, plus a bit more girth than your lover boy once had,” he said, understating.

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