There was a whiskey bottle, glasses, and more beer cans on the bedside table. The overhead light was on. Daisy, her eyes going back to her father's humping ass, wondered if she should leave the house and come back later. She was supposed to've returned home right after the football game, though, and maybe her father wouldn't beat her if she went to her room. Maybe he'd pass out, the woman would leave, and she wouldn't have to face him until the next mowing.
Daisy could see the females passion-contorted face. Eyes closed, the slut-she just about had to be a slut to be letting Fred Morley fuck her-began hunching and wriggling wildly. Daisy suddenly found herself staring into the passionate woman's bloodshot eyes. She quickly turned, opened the door to her room, entered, and closed the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door, her legs trembling, ashamed because the crotch of her panties had gotten damp during the few seconds she'd watched the torrid screwing in the other crummy bedroom.
Chapter 2
Daisy didn't turn the light on. She went over to the bed, sat down, and stared into the darkness. The door didn't have a lock, but she didn't think she'd be bothered. Not until her father had gotten rid of the woman and put his clothes on, anyway. Maybe the sex would calm her father down enough so he'd forget about punishing her because she hadn't come right home.
Leaving her clothes on, she kicked off her sandals and stretched out on the bed. She could hear the bed springs squeaking across the hall. She was hungry, but she was afraid to go to the kitchen. Her father seemed to be lasting a long time.
The woman hadn't looked all that bad. Not as bad as a couple of the other sluts. She'd looked to be around thirty. Not that she'd seen much of the woman's body, Daisy thought. Just her legs and her arms, and a glimpse of her hips as she fucked back at her father. Her skin had looked smooth and was very white.
Daisy couldn't rid herself of the mental image of her father's humping ass. He wasn't very hairy, and his cock was at least two inches longer than Max's. She'd seen a woman take just about all of the hard tool into her mouth and down her throat, too. Since she'd sucked Max's cock, she could at least understand why the woman had sucked her father's big prick. And she could understand why the new woman was letting herself be pronged by that big prick, of course.
She couldn't understand why her father was so open about it, though. Even if he was drunk, that wasn't a good enough excuse to let her catch him in the act. There was no excuse for allowing her brother to watch, either. Maybe he meant to give Troy a turn at the slut. Maybe her brother had already fucked the woman. The fact that he was beating his meat while watching didn't mean anything. The kid could probably climax four or five times within just a short period of time. His cock was almost as long as Max's. It wasn't as big around, though-and she'd better stop thinking about the two cocks across the hall!
Daisy heard voices, the woman's and her fathers, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She realized the woman must've been telling about seeing her when she heard the door being pushed open.
The overhead light went on and Daisy sat upright in bed, temporarily blinded. When she was able to see, she didn't know whether to scream or run. Actually, she fleetingly thought, she wasn't capable of doing either one. She felt numb, mentally and physically, and at the same time there was a warmth spreading from her crotch that filled her with disgust for herself.
Her father stood there, a silly grin on his good-looking features, naked, his cock hard and thrusting, stir wet with what had to be cunt juices. The naked woman stood beside him, smiling drunkenly, her big tits hanging, her hands on her wide hips. The bush growing between her legs was dark and fluffy.
"Where the hey have you been, Daisy? Out fucking some young jerk in the back of a car? Hey, Troy! Bring a bottle in here! This is my lovely young daughter, Agnes. Ain't she a living doll? Wait 'til you see her naked!"
Daisy's father and Agnes had moved close to the bed, one on each side. Troy came in with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a silly grin on his young face. His other hand was still holding onto his poking prick, slowly stroking the hard organ.
"Why don't you take care of the kid, Agnes? See if you can make his pecker wilt for a few minutes!"
Daisy's father took the bottle from Troy's hand, sat down on the side of the bed, and told Daisy to take a drink. She told him she didn't want to. He slapped her face hard, and told her he didn't want any back talk. She rubbed her cheek, fighting back the tears, and let some of the whiskey trickle down her throat as he tilted the bottle to her lips. He ordered her to drink, and she obeyed, gulping the liquor down until he lowered the bottle.
Agnes had dropped down before Troy and pushed his pants and shorts down around his ankles. She was stroking his jutting cock with one hand and fondling his sizable balls with her other hand. She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around over the blunt end of the cockhead. Troy pushed forward and she let his cock slip into her mouth. She began sucking and Troy began hunching, fucking his rod into her greedy mouth.
"Drain the kid dry," Daisy's father said, laughing. "Hell, if his pecker's still up after you suck him off, I'll let him fuck you, Agnes. It's time he had his first piece of ass!"
Watching Agnes giving Troy a blowjob made Daisy horny despite the combination of disgust and fear she was experiencing. She remembered how much she'd enjoyed cocksucking such a short time before. She thought it was terrible the way her drunken father was behaving, and she was afraid he meant to take liberties with her.
A quick glance told her his glistening cock was still thrusting stiffly. She didn't like the wicked thoughts that popped into her mind, either. She didn't want him to touch her with his hands or with his big dick!
Troy groaned and Daisy saw the muscles in his legs and ass tense. He grabbed Agnes' dark, stringy hair and all of his prick disappeared into her greedily sucking mouth. Daisy knew her brother's sperm was spurting down the woman's throat. She felt her father's fingers grip one of her bare thighs.
"Do you do that to your fucking boy friends, Daisy? Take another drink. Join the party. Hell, we only live once and Agnes agrees I'd be stupid not to give you a try."
Daisy's father hadn't raised his voice, and that frightened her even more than if he'd spoken loudly. She was sure he was sobering up, which made the terrible situation even worse, and she wondered if she should try to fight him. She didn't want to get hurt, and if he was mean enough to rape her, he'd undoubtedly stop at nothing to have his way with her.
The fingers had moved higher on her thigh, up under her dress, and she felt she had to resist, for her father's sake as well as for her own. He'd realize just how terrible incest was when he got completely sober. She just had to do something.
When her father put the bottle to her lips, Daisy knocked it from his hand and leaped from the bed. He caught her before she could get to the doorway. He picked her up in his strong arms, then staggered as he carried her back to the bed. She was kicking and pounding her fists against his cheat, but she saw Agnes, her big boobs flopping, grabbing the bottle up from the floor.
Her father tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back and bounced up and down. He followed, getting on his hands and knees, straddling her, then grabbed the "V" of her dress and ripped it all the way down the front. She saw Agnes lowering the bottle from her lips, a smirk on her face, her eyes blazing. Troy was still standing, his cock still hard, his fist again pounding away. She looked at his face, saw the silly grin, the lustful gleam in his eyes, and knew he wouldn't try to help her.