Daisy didn't look, but she felt her brother withdrawing from Agnes. She didn't want to see Troy's face. She didn't stop sucking or attempt to do the guiding. Her ass was hiked high in the air, and she knew her gash was gaping. She felt her brother snuggle in close and put the end of his stiff prick at the right place. He grabbed her hips and shoved his cock in deep. Daisy sucked even more greedily and hunched along with the pistoning prick in her clasping cunt. The sensation of sucking one cock and being fucked by another at the same time was mind-bending. It was wicked, wicked, but she was already coming, coming, coming!
Daisy tried desperately to make her father's cock explode at the same time, but she failed. Her brother didn't climax, either. She pulled her mouth and tongue from her father's thrusting tool. Her jaws were aching. She felt she'd had enough sucking and fucking to last her a long, long time. She met her father's bloodshot eyes and told him that.
He told her she could rest after she'd made him and Troy shoot their wads, then added, "You wouldn't leave a boy friend hanging, would you, Daisy? Well, from now on you're going to be kept too busy at home to want to suck or fuck anybody else. Get down here where your hot-ass sister can get at your cock with her mouth, Troy!"
Daisy's brother was still pumping. He stopped, pulled his cock from her cunt, and stretched out on the bed. Daisy lifted her mouth from her father's big dick and began sucking the smaller one, not minding that it was coated with her own cunt fluids. She easily took all of Troy's prick into her mouth. He seemed to be right on the brink of a climax so she sucked up and down furiously, aware that Agnes had taken her place on her father's prick.
Troy only lasted about sixty seconds. Daisy squeezed his balls as his cock jerked and jetted hot jism. She gulped the cum down, finding it easy after sucking Max off. She was pleased when her brother's cock began to wilt. Now all she had to do was make her father's dong limp and then when they went to sleep, she'd leave the crummy shack and never come back.
Daisy's father pushed Agnes from his cock and told Daisy to start sucking. She obeyed, experiencing the same sense of power she knew she'd always enjoy each time she sucked a cock in the future. He lasted and lasted, long enough for Daisy to think quite rationally despite the pleasure she was having while sucking his cock.
She knew she'd always feel guilty because of her part in the incestuous acts, just as she knew she hadn't put up much of a fight to keep those acts from happening. Sure, she was afraid of her drunken father, and he might've hurt her at first, but there ready wasn't anything keeping her from stopping right then.
She could get up, grab something to cover her nakedness, and dash out of the home if her father tried to catch her. She was just as weak in her own way as he was in his, she knew. She'd loved the sucking and fucking, and she wasn't about to stop until she got the spurting reward for her efforts.
Daisy opened her eyes without stopping her sucking movements. She was holding the big shaft steady with one hand and squeezing the big, sperm-laden balls with the other. Her father had his eyes closed, the pleasure he was experiencing registering on his face.
Troy's cock was soft and flopped back on his stomach. His eyes were closed, but she didn't think he was sleeping. She had the feeling it'd somehow soaked into his addled head that he'd been a part of a very wicked and shameful orgy. She felt sorry for him, but she couldn't think of anything she could do about it.
Agnes' eyes were closed, and she seemed to have either gone to sleep or passed out from too much booze. Daisy hoped the same thing would happen to her father shortly after he shot his wad. It'd be simple to get out of the house if he did. She didn't know where she was going, but she wasn't staying home even for the rest of the night.
When her father's big cock did finally shoot off, Daisy couldn't take the spewing cum fast enough. It overflowed her greedily sucking mouth and dribbled down the spasmodically jerking shaft. She had to stop to catch her breath and gobs and gobs of the hot, thick, sticky cream kept gushing out. Daisy used her fist to drain the last few drops, glad when the big cock began to droop.
Daisy saw that her father's eyes were closed. Almost immediately he began snoring. Slowly and carefully, she walked backward on her hands and knees. Her brother's eyes opened. She forced a smile. He just stared. She slipped off the bed and held a finger to her lips. He kept staring, his eyes dropping to her tits. She saw his cock begin to lift. Daisy hurried from the room, paused in the hall, then peeked to see what Troy would do.
Her brother raised up and looked over at Agnes. The silly grin appeared on his face. He slipped from the bed, walked around to the other side, and stood there looking at Agnes. Her legs were parted. His cock was stiffly thrusting again.
He climbed onto the bed and got between Agnes' legs, his hand holding onto his hard cock. He slowly lowered, shoving his prick into the woman's pussy. She didn't move or open her eyes.
Daisy watched her brother's humping ass until she was sure the woman wasn't going to come out of her drunken stupor even while being fucked, then hurried to a bureau drawer. She quickly got two pairs of panties, two bras, a skirt, blouse, sweater, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Then she got her sandals from the floor, watched Troy for a few seconds, and hurried from the bedroom.
She went to the tiny bathroom, hurriedly washed her face and her crotch at the basin, then brushed her teeth. There was a small zipper bag on a shelf. Daisy dressed in panties, bra, sweater, and jeans. Putting the extra clothes in the canvas bag, she added her toothbrush, paste, and a few other toiletries. She remembered dropping her small purse on a table in the living room. She had about three dollars in it, and on the way to the kitchen she reminded herself not to forget the purse.
She was nervous and had lost her appetite, but she figured she'd be hungry soon and she didn't want to stop in a restaurant where she might be known. She found a jar of peanut butter and put it and half a loaf of bread in the zipper bag. Troy and her father would just have to learn to shift for themselves, she thought. Maybe with her gone, her brother would be put in an institution where he belonged. She didn't really care what her drunken bum of a father did.
Daisy peeked into the bedroom. Troy was still humping Agnes, and the woman wasn't moving, seemingly still passed out. Daisy's father was still snoring. Daisy, figuring it'd be a long time before she saw her brother or her father again, if ever, felt a little lump form in her throat. Was she letting her dead mother down by taking off?
She had to look out for herself, though. The story of what had happened would be all over town, told by the slut and probably by her brother, and Daisy didn't want to be around to take the consequences. She'd miss the kids at school, the cheerleading at the football games, and Max, but she couldn't face anybody after what had happened. Her father might even get into serious trouble, and she guessed she owed him enough for the good years just to fade out of the picture.
Daisy didn't forget her purse. The streets were deserted as she hurried the few blocks to a main highway running east and west. She hesitated, realizing she hadn't made any plans at all. She decided to head west. She didn't have any foolish ideas of trying to get in the movies, but she did feel she could lose herself in a big city like Los Angeles. She could find some kind of a job, and maybe even manage to finish high school.
It had turned cool. Daisy started walking, wishing she'd brought her only coat. She didn't want to go back, though, and hoped she'd get a ride before long. She didn't try to hitchhike until she was well out of town. After thumbing a few cars as they zoomed past, she realized she'd made a mistake. Drivers were probably afraid to pick somebody up out on a lonely highway.
Soon, deciding nobody was going to stop, as well as thinking it might not be safe for her to get a ride at night, Daisy started walking. It got colder and the usual Texas wind was blowing. She stayed well away from the pavement, walked fast to keep warm, and soon she didn't even look at the cars when they sped by.
It was about three o'clock in the morning, Daisy figured, when she began to get very tired. There was no moon, but there were plenty of bright stars, and the wind had died down a little. She began to look for a place to rest and maybe sleep. After daylight she'd flag a ride and she might even look for a job long before she got to Los Angeles.
She spotted a fairly large signboard on the right. There was a fence, but she got over it without any trouble. She went behind the big sign and stretched out on her back, using the zipper bag as a pillow. Despite the cold, Daisy soon fed fast asleep.
The sun on her face woke Daisy up. At first she didn't know where she was. Remembering the sordid details, she wondered if her father would be foolish enough to report her missing and try and get her back. She doubted it. If he was sober enough he'd probably be glad he didn't have to face her.
The sun was hot, but it wasn't all that high. Thinking it'd ready be a scorcher later in the day, Daisy decided to change into her skirt and blouse. After she'd made the change, she ate and then hit the road again.
She was a little stiff, but after a short while on the highway, the kinks in her body had disappeared. Daisy had never hitchhiked before, and for a few minutes the cars seemed to speed up instead of slow down. Just as she started thinking about walking, a big car stopped.
It was a white Cadillac, and the male driver was alone. He leaned over and asked where she was going. He was smiling, well-dressed, and looked to be about forty. When Daisy hesitated, he chuckled and told her to get in. Deciding she'd have to take chances or she'd never get anywhere, she opened the door, got in, and said she was going to visit an aunt, mentioning a town about two hundred miles away.
"I can take you right there," the man said, looking at her legs, then quickly averting his eyes. He pulled the big car back onto the highway. "I have a daughter about your age. She's a blonde, too. How about opening a beer? Have one if you like."
There was a small chest on the floorboard, filled with ice and cans of beer. Daisy opened two, glad of the chance to quench her thirst. The man turned out to be a talker as well as a beer drinker. For the next fifty miles he talked, not giving Daisy a chance to say anything, keeping her busy popping the tops on beer cans.
Daisy only half listened, not understanding much of what he said, caring less. He'd glance at her legs now and then, but she didn't blame him for that. She couldn't pull the short skirt down, and he could get an eyeful of a great deal of exposed thigh. He didn't say anything suggestive, or try to touch her, so she figured she was safe.
Actually, Daisy hadn't had enough sleep, and the steady drone of his voice had her fighting against nodding most of the time. He finally told her it'd be all right for her to get in back and take a nap if she wanted to. Daisy glanced at the comfortable-looking backseat, hesitated, and finally climbed over. She curled up on her side and closed her eyes.
At first, Daisy thought she was dreaming. When she came awake, she realized the big car wasn't moving. She opened her eyes and saw that the man had the back door open and was leaning inside, caressing her thighs. She'd turned over on her back in her sleep. She started to sit up and the man grabbed her ankles and started tugging.
Frightened, Daisy clutched at the seat cushion with her fingers and cried, "Stop that!"
He kept right on pulling, making her short skirt ride up over her slowly moving ass. God, she thought, she was going to be raped again!
The man's blazing eyes were focused on her panty-covered crotch. He licked his Ups and kept tugging. He'd unzipped his pants and taken out his hard cock, and it was even bigger than her father's.
"Please don't do this! Oh please!" Daisy cried.
But the loud words seemed to turn the man on even more. His gripping fingers tugged even harder, and she had to cushion her head with her arms to keep it from banging on the car as he pulled her out onto the ground. He threw himself down on her and she clawed with her fingers and ripped his white shirt.
He grabbed both of her hands and held her down with his heavy body. She could feel his hard cock poking between her legs against her panties. She called him a dirty bastard and turned her face aside when he tried to kiss her on the mouth. He managed to grab both of her wrists with one hand. His other hand went down and replaced his stiff prick, his fingers caressing her cuntlips through her thin panties.
"I'll report you to the police!" she said. "You'll go to jail!
He let go of her wrists and slapped her face hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, then moved his hand up from her crotch and hooked his fingers under the narrow waistband of her panties. Daisy began screaming, kicking her legs wildly, and pounding him on the chest and on the face with her fists. He grabbed her neck with one hand and began squeezing. Afraid he'd kill her, she stopped struggling. He relaxed his grip on her neck.
"All right," she said, pretending to give up. "Let me undress myself. I don't want to ruin my clothes. I guess I want it as much as you do. I'll suck your cock. Do you want to lap my cunt? Let's do all kinds of wonderful things before we start fucking."
The man stared at her for a moment, still not saying a word, then slowly removed his hands and got to his feet. Staring at his big thrusting cock, trying to pretend she was eager to start sucking, Daisy lifted until she was on her knees. When he reached for her head, she turned and walked on her knees as fast as she could, then tried to get to her feet so she could run.
He caught her, threw himself on her, and wrestled her to the ground. She fought him as they robed over and over on the grass. She didn't stop fighting until he again had her pinned to the ground with his body, and he spoke for the first time.
"Keep fighting me and I'll fuck you in the ass, bitch!"
There was a crazy, wild look along with the lust registering in his blazing blue eyes, and Daisy wondered if he'd let her live after he did fuck her.
"I'm ready," she said. "I just like to put up a fight before I get fucked. It makes it better. You should've told me what you wanted. I wanted to get laid as soon as I got in your car. Take my panties off. Be gentle now. Put your big dick in and fuck me easy."
It sounded like double-talk even to Daisy, but it worked. The man settled back on his haunches, his erect cock making little jerking movements, and told her to take her panties off while he watched. When she had the brief garment just below her pussy hairs, Daisy lifted her right leg, pulled it around, and kicked him in the nuts just as hard as she could.
The would-be rapist cried out, grabbed his nuts with both hands, fell over on his side, doubled up, and blubbered incoherently. Daisy watched him for a few seconds, hurriedly grabbed her bag from the front seat of the Caddy, and realized she didn't know which way to go to get to the highway.
She thought she heard cars going by over the groaning sounds the man was making. She left the man writhing on the ground and, sobbing softly, headed along the side road in that direction.