F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

Another thought that came to her, it's insight lighting a candle of understanding in her mind, was that she wanted to give pleasure in return. She thought she hadn't wanted it at first, but this wonderful thing had been given to her, against her will, initially, but now, it was different. Now, she wanted to give herself to him… in return.

"Don't s-stop fucking m-me… Gabe…!" she gasped into his face.

He lifted his mouth from hers and grunted, "It's all the way, now… baby doll!"

Reaching down between them, now, he slid a hand over her gyrating buttocks, working smoothly beneath him, searching in the moist crease between them for the defenseless, puckered circle of her rectum. He dipped a finger in the viscous moisture that trickled down from the cock-filled cunt lips above and ran it around the perimeter of the tiny, brown opening before he placed the tip of it solidly against the rubbery softness of her anus. He felt the shock of it in her body, heard her sharp, quickly drawn breath as he pressed against the elastic, puckered opening to gain an entrance there.

"I'm going to give you something to remember, now. My finger's going right up your asshole… as far as I can shove it!" he grunted.

This was it!

And somehow, she found his lewd words exciting. They inflamed her passion further, for now, she wanted that, too! She wanted to be hurt… until she screamed.

"Y-Yes! Oh, yes! M-Make me scream with it! That's what I–I want! Shove your f-finger right up m-my asshole and make me scream!" she cried.

Suddenly, she was overcome with a delirious rapture of anticipation. He didn't make her wait for it. Pushing hard, his finger went through the barrier of elastic muscle and surged up into her, smoothly, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed at the initial entrance, as his finger speared into the sponginess of her unstretched rectum. Never had she felt the delicious agony of such pleasure-pain before. It was, somehow, more intense, her nerves more ready to respond, for in a very few moments, she adjusted to the foreign presence in her backside, trying to skewer herself, even deeper, on his long, middle finger. She realized, dimly, that it was an insanely masochistic desire, but now, she strained to absorb both torturing shafts into her wantonly ecstatic belly.

Now, Gabe began to plunge in and out of her with increased speed, feeling the bulge of his finger against the underside of his cock clearly, in the thin, separating tissues, inciting the aching rod to even faster and deeper thrusts into the tight, clasping sheath of her cunt.

She writhed, wildly and uncontrollably, beneath him, her cunt nibbling up and down his hardened shaft with ever-building fury, white, tapered thighs jerking, splaying open and closed, toes curling and slaving buttocks moving her anus on his finger in abject submission to his double ravishment.

He couldn't wait any longer. Back behind his balls, he felt the building well of sperm attempting to break through the dam of hardened penile flesh. He began to pound into her with increased speed, depth and vigor, popping his finger from her now wide-stretched rectum to concentrate on his own driving need. Then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, until they framed her face, mashing back against her mounding young breasts until her whole genital plane was exposed and defenseless against his pile-driving cock.

Charity's lovely face was contorted with wantonly reckless passion. She felt it coming to her, the dizzying heights of her orgasm poised on the brink of supreme rapture, and she began to croon up into his face.

"Oh, OOooh, OOOOooooh! Fuck m-me! Hard! Fuck me… deep… and hard!"

Slaving away above her, he stroked in and out of her, wildly, his jackhammering pelvis rocking her down deep into the mattress… and he could feel the walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping around his hardened length as he slammed his big, aching cock home with every stroke, the ever-expanding, blood-engorged head flicking her womb as it struck the far back wall of her vaginal glove with every surging plunge.

Then… then, it was there… for her!

It surged over her, drowning her in indescribable sensation. She tossed her head, wildly, as convulsive waves of orgasm swept over her, and she was transported, momentarily, on a cloud of vaporous euphoria and limitless, deep-space rapture. As from a distance, across time and space, she heard herself, repeating the ecstatic animallike cry of satiated female, "OOoooOOOOH! IIIII'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"

Above her jerking body, her stepfather, battering into her naked, upturned loins, cradled between her wide splayed legs, felt the surging tremors rippling through her young pussy beneath him, even as he knew that his own was beginning for him, deep in his expanding balls.

… And, suddenly, he was cumming, too, the viscous, hot sperm jetting forcefully, in spurting founts of semen, from the lust-inflated tip of his cock far up into the moist, wildly clasping confines of her open, still hungrily sucking cuntal cavern.

"AAAuuugh! God… baby doll… that gorgeous cunt of yours… is milking my balls dry!" he panted; then, with an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her, immobile, to the mattress.

After long minutes, lying under him, muscles relaxing in stages into final quiescence and complete sexual satisfaction, she was aware that his long, slow breathing meant he was on the edge of sleep. She tried, futilely, to wriggle free of his weight.

He roused himself, groggily, "Hey… what…?"

Charity pushed hard up against his heavy chest. "Let me up…"

"Why…? Stay here… and rest for a little while…"

"No… Gabe…!" she said, firmly. "You got what you wanted… now I w-want to get up!"

"I sure as hell did…! And, you really popped, too! How was it?"

"It was… g-good… Gabe. Now, let me get up… I've got to go take care of m-myself… I–I might get pregnant…"

"Damn… that felt like more… later on… so stick around!"

"All right… later's okay for me…" she lied. "Can I get up, now?"

"Yeah… well, all right, but get your ass right back in here with me!"

Reluctantly, then, he rolled from her, his cock pulling from her with a faint wet sucking noise. She raised herself to a sitting position and noted that his lancing member of a few moments ago was now rapidly deflating. Sliding across the bed, she swung her legs to the floor, and with her hand clasping her cleft walked quickly, in her nakedness, into the bathroom. She didn't look back at her stepfather, lying nude in the middle of the big, double bed, for she had no intention of ever returning to that room. She closed the door, firmly, behind her and shot the bolt to lock him out of her life… forever.

A half-formed plan was in Charity's mind when she gained the temporary sanctuary of the bathroom; it was a plan to make good her flight from that house that was no longer a home. She had to act, decisively, on the instant. There was no time to lose!

Turning on the taps, she refreshed herself, quickly; then, leaving the water running and hoping the sound would cover her movements, she went into her own bedroom, rummaged in the drawers for clean panties and bra and put them on to cover her curvaceous nakedness.

In her closet, she found a long-neglected airline flight bag and stuffed in extra underwear, a couple of blouses, a slip and a skirt. Not daring to take time for packing more than that, she slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed out of her room, across the dining room to the kitchen and on out to the back porch to Donnie's little cubicle of a room.

She put the small canvas flight bag on his mussed bed and delved into his closet. She found one of his shirts and a pair of blue jeans. Putting them on, she shrugged the jeans over her swelling hips and found they fit her rather tightly, but she was afraid to take more time to look for a larger pair. Next, she found one of Donnie's old baseball type hats and put it on, trying to tuck up her long, auburn hair to confine it, somewhat. One of her brother's windbreakers completed her outfit. A womanly glance in the mirror told her that she had not really made a transformation. It had been a vague hope that she would be able to disguise herself well enough to pass for a boy, but the swell of her hips and buttocks inside the jeans and the tell-tale shape of full-mounding breasts showing under the boy's shirt could not be hidden. It would have to do, she decided, knowing that time wasted now could be her undoing.