The door of the big two-story house opened silently. Sally looked up and down the dark street. The buses were making their last runs of the night. She closed the door behind her and walked away from the house without looking back.
The bus stop was a block and a half away. Sally walked from one pool of light from the streetlights to the next, constantly looking over her shoulder. Was her father following her? Or was someone else somewhere behind her, unseen in the shadows, waiting to pounce on her from the blackness and drag her off to unspeakable degradations and possibly murder?
Part of the lithe blonde girl was scared. Part of her didn't care. She didn't know how she could live with herself any more. Not after what her very own father had done to her. And after she had enjoyed having him do it. Sally had raised her voice in lust, begged for him to fill her pussy with his forbidden seed. It was unbelievable. It was horrible.
Sally felt as if she was all the things her father had called her. Slut.
Harlot. Loose woman. She had loved the wild incestuous fucking her father had dealt her.
The street stayed deserted, despite Sally's fears. The bus came. Sally climbed aboard and paid the fare, not daring to look at the middle-aged bus driver. She felt certain it must show on her face. She had just been raped by her father.
Her innocence was despoiled. And she had liked it! She felt her shame must be branded into her forehead in letters of scarlet.
The driver's eyes followed her in the mirror as she walked despondently to the back of the bus. A lovely little piece, he thought. She was the only passenger, going downtown.
As he drove, the driver fantasized about driving with the sexy little teenager to the outskirts of town and fucking her up and down the aisles. He could just feel those slim adolescent legs wrapped around his waist, as she pumped her wanton, oily snatch up and down on his cock and cried out with passion.
But hell, she wouldn't ever want to make it with an old crock like him. He had a daughter himself who was nearly her age. Heaven knew she had eyes only for the hard young studs who flocked around her in high school. With a sigh,-he turned his mind back to driving. He had a hard-on. In another hour he'd be home. In bed with Mabel. The thought of his wife made his cock droop. Mabel was flabby and whiny and had hair like a Brillo pad. She always had a headache, anyway. Close to the center of town, in a rundown neighborhood much poorer than where she'd gotten on, the little blonde piece of ass got off.
The bus driver watched with regret and some puzzlement as she disappeared into the night with her rounded rump flouncing invitingly under the thin cloth of her yellow miniskirt. What was a girl like that doing down here, this time of night? A thought crossed his mind.
Maybe the girl was a teen-aged hooker coming back from a trick in the fancy part of town. He'd heard of ones like that. Maybe he should have asked her, offered her a bit of money. Maybe he could have had some of that fine firm ass.
Maybe even at his age he could have felt those impossibly hot teenybopper pussy juices searing his stiff prick.
Well, fuck it, he thought. No use crying over unspilled come. And Mabel wasn't going to be any use tonight. As he headed the bus back to the barn he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. It was hard again, harder than it had been in years. Blissfully he began to jack it off. A man could dream at least, thank God.
Sally stood on the corner in the glow of a streetlight. Down here in the rougher part of the city she was even more afraid of the nighttime streets. Her courage was at a low point. She almost ran home again in fear. But that would mean facing her father again. That was too much for her.
Afterwards Sally never knew how she found the apartment complex. She knew Ricky lived in Mountain View Court. After what seemed to be most of the night, but was only about fifteen minutes, she found the sign.
Mountain View Court was a two-story complex done up with false adobe exteriors.
Ricky's number was 115-B. It took Sally another eternity to find it.
Sally reached to knock at door 115-B. Then she hesitated. Should she be doing this? Ricky wouldn't have kept her away without good reason. But Sally Canavan didn't have anyplace else to go. So she rapped on the door, quietly, trying not to waken the whole complex.
It wasn't long before Sally heard the lock click. The door opened and light poured out. There was Ricky, her Ricky. He was still dressed.
"Oh, Ricky," Sally sobbed. She fell forward into his arms.
Ricky Cruz stooped to support the sudden dead weight as the young blonde's body fell against his. Her cheek pressed against his chest, bare where his unbuttoned shirt had fallen open. Her tears were cold and wet on his skin.
"It's all right, honey," he murmured. He brought her inside and steered her to the couch. "Hey now, baby, it's all right."
"I'm sorry," Sally cried. "I had to come. I… I just couldn't stay home any more. Your sister-?"
"My sister's out," he said. "You can stay. But what's happened?"
Sally tried to tell him, but couldn't for the team. It took a good ten minutes of soothing and gentle urging before she'd calmed down enough to choke out her story. It came in bits and pieces, between huge ragged sobs that shook Sally's entire body.
"Your own father," Ricky said in amazement, when she had finished. "Your father did this to you. The bastard."
"He made me," wept Sally. "He made me enjoy it! Once he began I wanted him to flick me. Oh Ricky, does this mean you won't want me? Won't want to fuck me anymore?"
Ricky's cock gave a big throb of hunger. In spite of his concern for Sally and anger at her father, the girl's tale had been turning him on. He couldn't lose the mental image of tall Robert Canavan hunching over his daughter, fucking his big long prick into her over and over as she groaned and rolled beneath him in incestuous passion.
He wanted a piece of that action too!
His hand sought Sally's tit. "You know I do, baby," he told the crying girl.
"Nothing could ever keep me from wanting you."
Sally melted against him. Their arms went around each other. Sally's pointed boobs were squashed against Ricky's bare chest. Her nipples started to harden with rekindled desire. "I want you now, Ricky," she Said desperately. "Fuck me, take me; make it all right again. Oh please!"
One brown hand slid thrillingly down her back to cup the springy globes of her ass. "Anything you say," Ricky said.
Pleasure welled from the twin points of Sally's tits as she began to churn her shoulders to smash her jugs against his powerful chest. Hotter and harder the nipples grew, until they threatened to burn and bore out of her bra and blouse.
Ricky felt their needy heat. He almost tore the blouse off in his haste to get it undone. Then with a quick twist of his fingers he unsnapped the catch of her bra.
Sally pulled back long enough to allow Ricky to skin blouse and bra off her in one rapid motion. The blooming treasures of her fits bounced into view. The rigid nipples stared at him like two brown-red eyes.
Ricky lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He bit down on it gently. Sally shivered with delight. She wrapped both arms around his head as he sucked as much of her sweet warm flesh into his mouth as he could. She arched her back to feed him still more of her boob.
Furiously Ricky tongued and chewed and sucked the rubbery jug. The girl-taste was sweet. Sally nuzzled his head and murmured wordlessly into his dark hair as her excitement grew.
Still gnawing on the lit, Ricky put a hand on Sally's thigh. Eagerly the girl parted her legs. As he slid the hand up the satiny skin Ricky felt the crisp kiss of curly pubic hair on his hand. In surprise he realized that Sally's snatch was naked under her skirt. Then he remembered how her father had torn off her panties. She had run out of the house without putting on another pair The thought of Sally's violation was an erotic stimulant to Ricky. Warm juices flowed over his hand as he touched her pussy. The cunt-lips, so recently spread and widened by her father's cock, parted easily to take in his forefinger.
Sally caught her breath. The double assault on her lit and her twat was driving her out of her mind.
"I'm getting close, Ricky," she whispered urgently. "I'm going to come!"
Ricky's answer was to shove his hand deep into the furry wet hole of her cunt.
He screwed his hand around and around inside Sally's body. He raked the sensitive skin of her fit with his teeth. His tongue kept up its maddening attack.
A wave of orgasm washed over Sally. Her cunt muscles lightened around Ricky's probing fingers. Pussy oils gushed over Ricky's hand. "Aaaaaahhhhhh," she cried. "I'm coming!"
Ricky let Sally ride out the throes of her climax. He could feel the tension and misery flow out of her. When the wild frenzy of her hips subsided she leaned into him and he hugged her to him. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, with her skirt riding up to expose her luscious, sopping pussy.
He set her down gently on his bed. It was. covered with a wine-colored Indian print bedspread. "Let's get naked, honey," he urged. "Then I'll fuck you for real!"
Eagerly, Sally obeyed. She got out of her skirt in record time. Ricky smiled In eager anticipation as his lustful eyes took in the spectacle of her body.
He saw a naked girl of medium height, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. She had the slimness of a girl, but her hips and fits were filling out into the ripeness of womanhood. She'd never have big jugs, but the molded cones of tit-flesh were high and proud and firm. As she lay slowly back on the 1 bedspread her white, tapered thighs parted slightly, allowing her pussy lips to peek pinkly through the toast-golden thatch of her. bush. The juices of her orgasm twinkled in the thatch, catching the mellow light of the single candle burning on the dresser.
"Look at me, Ricky!" Sally cried. "Fuck me with your eyes! Then take that big cock out and flick me with that too!"
Ricky's cock leaped out of his pants like a happy puppy. A big fat drop of clear fluid glistened at the tip. Sally gasped at the sight of the cock. And she had thought her father's prick was big! But where Robert Canavan's dick was long and skinny, Ricky Cruz's was long and thick, bulging with thick purple veins. All of a sudden Sally wanted that cock to use her. She wanted it in her.
Again and again, forever.
She remembered how shocked she'd been by some of the stories she had heard in the girl's locker room in high school. She had been a nice girl but she hadn't shut her ears when the not so-nice ones bragged about their sexual exploits. A lot of times she had wondered in horror and secret arousal how the girls could do some of the things they told of, let alone enjoy them!
Now she wanted to find out! As Ricky pulled his shirt over his head Sally imagined what that mighty cock would feel like stuffed up between her moist, willing thighs. Or even in her mouth, fucking her face till it was all wet and shiny with her saliva, the way her father's had been. Or maybe, even, buried in the forbidden darkness of her asshole. She had recoiled in disgust the first time she'd heard about assfucking, but there had been a noticeable wet spot in the crotch of her panties afterward. There was so much fucking to do!
Naked, Ricky dropped down beside her. Sally reached over and took his cock in her fingers. They scarcely went around it. "But it's so big!" she murmured.
"Will it go into me?"
"You're built for it, baby," Ricky said. "Your pussy will stretch to take my prick all the way – like this!"
He put his hands around Sally's narrow waist and pulled her on top of him. The giant cock stabbed into the flesh of her ass. It felt like a piece of wood, it was so rigid. Ricky lifted her up and let her down again. The lips of her pussy kissed the end of his cock. The throbbing red head slid deliciously along the pink-rimmed gash.
"Oh, God, Ricky! That feels good! Do it some more!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Ricky assured her through clenched teeth. Cool honey ran down the length of his straining prod and into the tangle of his bush.
Again the hands lifted Sally. Again the massive cockhead prodded at the moist gateway to her twat. This time, however, it slipped between the slightly-protruding inner cunt lips.
It was as if Sally hadn't had her father's prick blazing the trail into her pussy a few hours before. Ricky's cock was stretching her beyond endurance!
Sally got her knees beneath her, gritted her teeth, and bore down hard.
Ricky's cock pushed past the lips of Sally's cunt and into the oily shaft beyond. Suddenly Sally slid down his throbbing pole of cock like a fireman answering an alarm. She cried aloud.
"Fill me up!" she screamed. "Fill me up with your big hard cock!"
The muscles on Ricky's stomach stood out with the effort as he drove up into her. "What a tight pussy you've got!" he gasped. His fingers dug into the softness of her haunches. He used his fingers to set the rhythm for her, up and down, up and down.
Ricky's inflated prick felt as fantastic going out as it did coming in. The sweet friction of the thick dick stroking over her clitoris made her want to shriek and tear her hair. "I told you you could take my cock in," Ricky said.
"Oh, yes," Sally murmured. "Yessssss!" Ricky pulled her down onto his prick.
Delicious sensation flooded her.
Ricky was drinking in the spectacle of his huge prick disappearing into her crinkly brown bush as he fucked it into her. It miraculously reappeared as he withdrew. When he pulled out of Sally's snatch he could see the pale pink lips of her twat wrapped suckingly around his cock. The scent of aroused cunt wafted to his flaring nostrils.
It was everything Ricky had hoped it would be. He was in heaven, buried balls-deep in the tight wanton cunt of the girl he loved! The desire built in his brain, and took over the pace of his fucking.
Sally thought how much she had been missing. If only they hadn't waited! Her first time could have been with Ricky. But this was good enough to make up for all that had happened and all that she'd missed.
Faster and faster the pair flicked. Ricky's cock made a sopping slurping sound as it pumped Sally's cunt, and oily pussy juice splashed at every stroke. Ricky could feel the girl's twat grasping him fighter and tighter as she got closer to coming. The fighter Sally got, the nearer he got.
His hands cupped the fullness of Sally's ass now, spreading wide the pale globes of flesh. A fine mist of cunt sauce dampened them.
Sally's tits were juggling right above Ricky's face. She was holding herself up on locked arms. A bead of sweat ran down her face and dropped on Ricky's forehead.
A finger probed at the pucker of Sally's asshole. "Ricky, don't," Sally started to say. The greasy finger slipped inside just as Ricky flicked his prick specially deep in her quim.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!" screamed Sally as orgasm hit her.
Tightness strangled the cunt-enfolded base of Ricky's buried cock and traveled up its length. It took the top of his head off. He grunted and blew his wad.
"You're coming!" shrieked Sally. "I can feel it! So hot! You're spurting into me – ohhlihhh, it burns, it burns like acid. Oh, gooooood!"
"Take it, baby!" cried Ricky. "Take all that come! Take it all into your cunt!"
They melted together for eternity.
After they came down from the heights they lay a while with Sally on top. Ricky gently stroked her back with a still-oily finger. His cock, limp but still big, was still inside her pussy.
"Christ, that was fine!" Ricky breathed. "How do you feel?"
"Oh, Ricky," Sally said happily. "I feel so much better. You make it so wonderful. It's almost like that… that other never happened."
"Yeah, it's all right," Ricky told her, beginning to drift off to sleep.
"Everything's going to be all right."