Faith let Dirk take her hand and lead her over to one of the couches. She stood like a penitent child, as he sat down on the edge of the cushion with his legs coming together to form a support for her to lie across. With her head hung and staring down at the floor, Faith shifted from one foot to the other, stealing a glance at Dirk from time to time, just as she used to at her father when she was waiting for him to spank her.
"All right, Faith. Let's get it over with," Dirk said, reaching out and grasping her wrist. He pulled her down across his lap, then spread his legs till one supported her lower belly and one pressed against the bottom of her breasts. "This is going to hurt me more than it is you, young lady," he said, feigning the authority of a self-righteous father, because Faith seemed to be taking the game so seriously.
"You always say that, Daddy."
"That's only because it's true. I get no pleasure from this sort of thing. I don't like to hurt my little girl, you know that. But you have to be disciplined."
"Yes, Daddy. I know I've done a bad thing. A girl my age should know better. But Tommy took advantage of me. He's older than me, you know. He's thirteen and I'm barely twelve."
"That's no excuse, Faith. Your mother and I have raised you properly. You knew it was wrong."
"Yes, Daddy. But I was curious. That's why I let him pull down my panties and touch me there."
"And did he also show you his Satan's rod?"
"Yes. It was all hard and mean-looking. He made me take it in my hand and play with it. But I wouldn't let him put it in me like he wanted to, Daddy. Honest, I didn't. His finger. That's all I let him put in me."
"For shame, child! For shame!" Dirk's voice sounded ultra-condemning, but he could barely keep from laughing. Faith was into the playacting so far that she had mentally regressed to a sexually awakening young girl. There was no doubt in his mind that the scene they were now acting out had happened to Faith, with her father playing his role, of course.
"All right, Daddy. I'm ready for you to chastise me. Drive the devils from my body and make me pure again."
"Yes, of course. It must be done," Dirk said, his hand coming up and taking aim for Faith's luscious behind.
Splat! The first swat hit, catching her on the right buttock and leaving the reddened impression of his palm and fingers.
"One devil gone," murmured Faith.
"How many devils are inside you, Faith?"
"At least a dozen, Daddy, maybe more. You'll drive them all from me, won't you? It's the only way I can be a good Christian. The devils make me do things that Christ wouldn't like."
Dirk shook his head in wonder. What the hell kind of warped, religious nut was her father? "Yes, sweetheart," he soothed, going on with the game for Faith's benefit. "I'll drive all those evil devils out of my little girl. Every last one of them."
Then, counting his blows, Dirk smacked his open hand down onto Faith's quivering ass eleven more times. Each time Faith hissed out a number, keeping track of the total number of devils as each was driven from her body. After the twelfth swat, Faith's rump was glowing pink all over. She whimpered and wiggled about on his lap, her side brushing hotly against Dirk's erect penis.
"One more, Daddy. There's one more devil still inside me. He's the biggest one of all. Make him leave, too. Drive him out."
Drawing back his hand slowly, Dirk took careful aim and whacked down at Faith's ass with great force. The smack sounded loudly out through the room. It jolted Faith about on his lap, making her sob and whimper.
"Is it gone now, Faith?"
"No, Daddy. The devil's still in me. That worst one. The one that made me let Tommy touch me. He glowed when Tommy put his finger up into me."
"He's glowing now, I take it."
"More than ever, Daddy… more than ever. He's tormenting me something awful!"
Dirk was puzzled. What did Faith expect of him now? What had her father done all those years ago that she wanted to relive? He decided to play it by ear. "Well… it's obvious that spanking won't drive out that tenacious devil. There must be a way to get rid of him, though."
"It helped a little when Tommy put his finger inside and wiggled it around," said Faith, her voice barely a whisper.
So that was it. The spanking had led to incest. But how far had it gone? He didn't want to ask Faith point-blank whether her father had taken her in intercourse or not. It would break the spell she was under – ruin the whole thing for her.
"Maybe if I touched you there, Faith," he mumbled.
"It might help," she whispered.
"Then I'll try it. But remember, daughter, it's only to drive out that obstinate devil. It's for your good."
"I won't tell Mother, Daddy. I won't tell anyone."
"Turn over, child," he said, scooting back full onto the couch.
Faith made a big issue of rubbing against his stiff dick as she turned over onto her back. Then she settled down, sighing as her eyes went shut. She lay quietly. Her head and shoulders rested on the couch. Her legs were angled down with her heels pressing into the cushion, spread far enough apart to make room for his hand between her soft thighs. In that position her pelvis jutted up sharply, offering her pubis at the topmost point, then sloping down to a flat stomach.
Looking down at her, Dirk could tell that she was no longer Faith the woman but had slipped back through the years completely now. She was Faith the adolescent girl, lying on her father's lap in a highly agitated state. Her expression was both fearful and at the same time expectant. The heat from her freshly spanked bottom warmed his thighs as she softened around them. Her hip pressed unconcernedly against his hard dick. The sound of her breathing, the rise and fall of her belly and breasts belied the calm composure she pretended.
"Here, Faith? Is this where Tommy touched you?" asked Dirk, his fingertips pressing lightly at her cunt.
"Yes, Daddy, that's where. Are you going to put your finger in it like Tommy did?"
"Of course. If Tommy's finger sent the devil on the run, mine should drive him out entirely, because it's bigger," Dirk told her, inserting his middle finger slowly up into her warm vagina. "There," he said, stopping when his palm came against her vulva, "Is he gone yet?"
"He's dodging, Daddy. Maybe you'd hit him if you wiggled up inside me."
Knowing what she wanted, Dirk massaged the walls of her vagina gently and thoroughly. Little by little Faith began moaning and twisting about on his lap. "It isn't helping, is it?" he asked in all seriousness.
"It's only making him madder, Daddy. He's gone and built a fire up inside of me. It's getting hotter and hotter. I don't think I can stand it much longer."
"You won't suffer the heat much longer, Faith. That devil is surely a mean one. But don't you worry over it. I know how to take care of him. Your mother has the same trouble from time to time. I can always drive the devil from her, and I can do it for you, too."
"How, Daddy? How?"
Dirk picked her up in his arms and stood, then turned and laid her on the couch. He put one of her legs up over the back of the couch, then pushed her other leg off and placed her foot on the floor. Taking his pulsing cock in hand, he knelt between her legs. "I've got a devil stick, too. I'll drive him out with it."
"But yours is so big, Daddy. I'm afraid it'll hurt me."
"Only for a moment," he assured, coming atop her and working the head of his dick into the softness of her damp pussy.
Then, to give her the effect of first intercourse, Dirk hunched forward with all his might, hitting into her and planting his cock up into her belly to the very hilt.
"OOHHH… OH, Daddy!!!" Faith screamed out shrilly, shutting her eyes and making a face of intense pain. She began moaning and whimpering, complaining that it was killing her.
"It's the devil fighting for his life," Dirk grunted, stroking rhythmically in and out of her cunt. "Help me slay him, Faith. The pain will stop as soon as he's dead, I promise."
Moaning assent, Faith threw her arms around him and began hunching up her cunt to meet his powerful thrusts. Seconds later she breathlessly informed him that he was right. "The devil's dead. He's dead. The pain is gone," she gasped brokenly. "But the fire… it's burning even hotter than before! I can't stand it, Daddy… I can't!"
"Don't give up, baby. Keep fighting," he hissed. "We'll win over evil together. Stamp out the fire, Faith. Help me stamp it out."
Faith threw her legs up around his ass and stamped for all she was worth, her heels banging into his pistoning butt as if her very life depended on it. Soon she was wailing and sobbing through a climax as he kept pumping his cock forcefully in and out of her fluttering vagina. "Now, Daddy, now," she screamed. "Pee on the fire and put it all the way out!"
Himself straining for orgasm, Dirk was pushed over the brink by Faith's deliciously dancing vagina and her urgent plea for him to extinguish the last flames of her dying fire. His balls drew up tight against his body in readiness. The head of his cock began to twitch out of control deep within Faith's clasping pussy. Then, slamming his pubic mound roughly against hers, groaning and grunting, Dirk held in all the way and squirted jet after jet of hot come over the mouth of Faith's twitching womb.
A tremor swept over Faith each time a squirt of his come shot up inside her. She whimpered throughout his orgasm, holding him tightly to her and sighing softly, "It's out… it's out… The fire's out."
They lay locked together for perhaps five minutes longer, then Dirk withdrew his limber rod and sat up, reaching for a box of tissues and taking two for himself before he passed the box on to Faith. Both cleaned themselves, then went hand in hand to join the others, who were now gathered back around the table, sipping another drink and puffing another stick of pot.
"Really, Dirk," Lucia chided. "I've always known you were a man of many talents, but it came as a complete surprise to me that you were a holy man. Exorcising devils yet! That's just too much," and she began to laugh hysterically, the others joining her sudden, outburst.
Faith's cheeks flushed. She dropped her head to avoid their leering faces. They all knew her secret now, even Boyd. Boyd's knowing was the worst of all, the most humiliating. What would he think the next time she kissed her father on the cheek. It had only happened that one time, but would Boyd believe that? Could she even face her father with Boyd along after this! She began to sob, crying big, hot tears that scalded her cheeks.
"Oh, baby… baby," Lucia soothed, rushing to take Faith into her arms. She apologized profusely, insisting time and again that no one thought anything of it.
Because she wanted to, because she needed to, Faith accepted Lucia's apology. She forced herself to smile and allowed Lucia to lead her to an empty seat between Boyd and Buck. She preferred not to sit with Buck on the one side of her and her husband on the other, but it was the only available chair, so she quietly settled into it and began sipping at her waiting drink.
Brown fingers closed around one of her naked thighs as Boyd eagerly stroked his palm up the inside of her leg nearest him. The brown hand patted her reassuringly, then moved up to the table and put the handmade cigarette to her lips. A lighter snapped. Faith moved her face till the tip of the grass was in the flame, then puffed deeply.
"When are you gonna bring Sam," Bess wanted to know, her voice on edge and near whining. She looked a mess. No make-up, hair straight and stringy, breasts sagging now that she was naked and hunched over the table.
Boyd's fingers moved excitedly over Faith's just-fucked pussy. He couldn't keep his hands off her. It was true, just as he'd always suspected. Faith was not a virgin on their wedding night. He now knew that it was her own father who burst the cherry that was by all rights his, Boyd's, her husband's. And just now, watching Dirk play her father and reenact the lewd episode on the nearby couch, he'd almost flipped his wig, and thought for sure his cock would spew forth a spray of come without ever being touched.
"Everybody's had their fun but me," Bess complained. "Go get Sam. I want Sam."
"You'd better go get him, Dirk. Let Bess have her kicks," Lucia said. "Maybe watching it will snap the rest of us back into shape."
"Come with me, Buck," Dirk urged, and when Buck got to his feet, both men walked over to the door. Dirk reached up and picked the key from its resting place over the top frame, then unlocked the door and out they went, Dirk with his dick and balls swaying through the porthole in his leather pants, and Buck right behind him, bare-assed naked.
Tanya, Harold, and Lucia sat listening as Bess rattled happily on about how much she'd been looking forward to her romp with Sam. The woman could hardly sit still, so eager was she to copulate once again with her "absolute favorite lover of all time". She talked incessantly, the others egging her on and enjoying the obvious impatience she displayed.
"Look," Bess urged, standing up on the seat of her chair and pulling open her cunt lips. "Just thinking about Sam makes me drool like that."
Though he tried to hide it, Boyd was every bit as excited as Bess. He was curious about this mysterious Sam who was waiting till Lucia okayed his joining the party, but other and more personal images loomed larger inside his mind. His fingers were slipping rapidly in and out of Faith's cunt under the table, three of them! After her session with Dirk, it had been easy to work those three fingers up into her. Her cunt was stretched and loose, just as it had been that night when Dirk'd first screwed her. Its present condition thrilled Boyd.
He brought his mouth to Faith's and kissed her. She sighed and took his offered tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking at it as his fingers kept working at her slippery pussy. Then she pushed him away and took another drag from her reefer.
"Faith? Honey?"
"What is it, Boyd?" she asked, without bothering to look his way. Forming her lips to the wet end of the reefer, she again sucked harshly, drawing the biting smoke deep down into her lungs.
"We haven't had a chance to talk all evening."
"So?" she said, then exhaled a tiny puff of unabsorbed smoke.
"So," he said, fumbling for words. "Are you having a good time?" It was such a stupid thing to ask, under the circumstances. Immediately he regretted having said it.
"Yeah… I guess so. I don't think you could really call this whingding a party, not by my definition of the word but I'm getting turned on pretty good. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Don't, Faith. I didn't know it would be like this."
"Don't Faith, shit. After what I saw you doing, don't tell me to don't. How'd it feel up your ass, Boyd? Looked like you enjoyed the hell out of it. In fact, it turned you on so much that I may try it myself."
A crimson flush creeping over his cheeks, Boyd averted his eyes, "What about Buck?" he asked shortly.
"What about him?"
"Well… the way you were acting earlier. I kind of got the impression…" he stopped, unable to complete the thought in words.
Faith turned toward Boyd and gazed inquiringly into his eyes. The question in her mind was never asked. The answer was obvious in Boyd's expression. The way his upper lip twitched out of control gave the first hint. And his eyes, so tortured yet imploring, begging her to say it. She broke into a warm smile and reached for his loins under the table. There was no doubt about what Boyd wanted. His prick was hard as a rock.
"Why, Boyd," she teased. "Really? Do you really want me to?"
His mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. He wanted badly to tell her what was on his mind but could not.
"That's rich," she laughed. "That's really rich!" Dropping his gaze from her face, Boyd made himself busy with his drink.
His hand shook as he brought the glass to his mouth. Tilting it too suddenly and too far, some of the drink ran down and dribbled off his chin.
"My God," Faith exclaimed. "If just thinking about it does all that to you, maybe I shouldn't. You might go into a heart attack and die on the spot."
"Hey," Lucia called. "What you two got going? Let the rest of us in on it."
"Not on your life," Faith shot back, grinning. "If I tell you, then my husband will know for sure, and I don't want that. I'd rather keep him in suspense."
"That's a no-no. We don't keep any secrets from each oth…"
The door burst open without warning, and in came Buck, grinning from ear to ear. "Spread 'em, Bess. Your lover has arrived," he announced.
A huge German shepherd came through the door, whining and straining at a leash, dragging Dirk on into the room after him.
"Sam! You beautiful animal, you. Come to mama," Bess said excitedly, jumping to her feet and holding out her arms toward the yelping dog.
Dirk reached down and unhooked the leash from Sam's collar. The dog made a beeline for Bess, rearing up and putting his paws on her shoulders as he wagged his tail and licked at her beaming face.
"Baby, baby," Bess cooed. "Did you miss me? Did you miss Bess the way Bess missed you?"
Barking an affirmative answer, Sam dropped to the floor and stuck his nose up to sniff at Bess' crotch. His long tongue shot out and licked her cunt from bottom to top. He sneezed and shook his head, then began licking in earnest.
Bess clenched her hands into fists and stood there with Sam licking eagerly at her cunt for well over a minute. She "Oohed" and "Ahhed" softly, unashamedly responding to Sam's flashing tongue in full view of the others. Then, little by little, she began backing toward a couch, verbally coaxing Sam to follow as he continued to lick at her.
"That's it, Sam. Come on, Sam. Mmmm… boy… good boy. Follow mama all the way. All the way."
The dog kept right at her, his long tongue lapping incessantly at her genitals as he moved along with her. Apparently he knew what he was there for, and was as eager for it as Bess.
Boyd stared bug-eyed at the strange lovers, but Faith seemed somewhat repulsed by the way Bess carried on over the dog.
"So that's Sam," Faith remarked. "That's what Bess has been hollering for all evening? A damned dog."
"You ever tried it?" Lucia countered.
"Ugh!"
"Sam's got the longest, slimmest, hottest, slickest dick you ever saw, baby. I don't go for him like Bess does," Tanya broke in. "But it's kinda nice for a change. If he's able after his true love gets done with him, I might get on my hands and knees tonight. The way he wraps those front legs around you and hangs on while that skinny meat bangs in and out like flashing lightning… Mmm-humm! But that's not the best part, not by a long shot. You know anything about how dogs come?"
Faith shook her head. Tanya's defense of woman-dog intercourse surprised her. Tanya was so clean, so neat. It was hard to believe she would do it with an animal.
"Well," said Tanya, putting down her drink but not taking her eyes off Bess and Sam. "When the male dog comes, he slips his nuts right up into your vagina. I mean, that's what they call it. His dick swells up and gets a knot way up inside you, that's what really happens. Whether it's actually his nuts or not, I don't know."
"You're puttin' me on," Faith accused.
"No, baby, no. Haven't you ever seen two dogs hung up and yelping like hell about it?"
Faith recalled that she had seen that more than once. She squinted her eyes and nodded at Tanya. "Yeah, since you mention it. I have."
"Well, that's what happens. The male dog's dick had that knot puffed out on it, and he couldn't pull it out of the female."
"That's terrible!"
"No it's not. That's the way they come. Their juice doesn't squirt out like a man's does. The juice is what makes the knot come on the dog's prick. Its nature's way of making sure that the female conceives. They keep trying to pull apart, and little by little the come drains out and the knot disappears. It's simple, really."
"I don't wanna be hung up with no damned dog," Faith said emphatically.
"Doesn't work that way in a woman's vagina. Too loose to hold the knot like that. Feels great, though, like a small balloon swelling up inside you. Shit. I better shut up or I'll talk myself into it," Tanya moaned, as if it was getting too personal and exciting for her to talk about. "Just watch Bess and see if it doesn't look good to you."
"I just can't believe it," Faith insisted. "I've heard about this kind of thing going on, but I thought it was a figment of some crackpot's imagination."
"Hush, Faith," Lucia told her authoritatively. "If it bugs you so much, don't watch. But the rest of us want to see and hear the show."
Buck was sitting beside Faith again. He took her hand and put it on his cock, pressing her fingers around his thick shaft. Leaning his mouth up close to her ear, he whispered, "Feel that, baby. Feel good to you?"
Faith looked quickly up into his face. The gleam in his eyes told her the time was drawing near. She shuddered and nodded her head.
"You watch that dog hump Bess all you want to," he told her in a soft voice. "But don't get no ideas about you taking seconds. The next cock goin' in you is gonna be mine."
It had been working around to this all evening. Faith had known Buck would have her before the party was over from the moment she walked in the door and saw him dancing with Bess. For awhile, earlier, when she'd first gotten high on grass, the thought of his monster prick pushing up into her cunt had been appealing. But now? Now it was going to happen. It was no longer merely a thought. A frustrating mixture of fear and anticipation swept over her body, leaving shivers and cold sweat in its wake.