Robert Jenkins: Sisters in bondage

But she decided there was no point in pushing her luck. Jim was gone, anyhow, taking his cock with him. And it was too late to find anybody else this time of night.

"I'm coming, Pa," she called and started slowly up the walk. For a moment May was sorry her mother wasn't still alive. But then she reflected how much that poor patient woman had suffered at the hands of her brutal husband. No, maybe in a way it was better she was gone.

"Well… if it ain't my whore daughter," Harry Anders growled as May came into the living room. May stared at him in loathing. He was a big man, running to fat now, sprawled in a broken-down easy chair in front of the television, guzzling out of a beer can. The floor around him was littered with beer cans.

May had often wondered why her mother married her father. But as she grew older and more experienced, she realized he must have been very good-looking when he was young. But now, with a two day growth of beard and his dirty tee-shirt plastered stickily to his barrel chest, he was anything but appetizing.

May ignored her father's greeting. "Hey… didn't you hear me?" he demanded. "Whore!"

"I'm not a whore, Pa."

"Oh? Ain't ya? Ain't ya fucking everything in town that's got a cock?"

"No, Pa… just the ones I like."

Having been without a mother for six years, having a father who spent all his time and money drinking and gambling, May's life had developed a little differently than the average teen-age girl's.

She started fucking when she was fourteen. A romp in the shed with an older boy from high school! With very little else going for her, May had fallen in love with sex. For the first couple of years she had fucked indiscriminately. But later she had carefully picked the men she let fuck her.

For instance, Jim was a very good-looking boy who was her age. His lean, muscular build had attracted May. And she hadn't been mistaken about his cock. It was just as big and as hard as she'd suspected. Too bad it went off so easily.

"What! What did you say?" her father bellowed. Her reply to his snarling question had slowly soaked into his beer-fogged brain.

"I'm saying that who I fuck isn't any of your business, Pa. I'm eighteen years old now!"

Anders got slowly to his feet. The can of beer fell off the arm of the chair. A slow trickle of beer soaked into the already stained carpet.

"You was out there with some punk kid, wasn't you?" Anders snarled. "He was fucking you… fucking my daughter. I know it! Don't lie to me!"

May was getting a little scared. She had learned to tell when her father was losing control. His washed-out blue eyes bored into hers.

"No, Pa," she said, slowly backing away. "He didn't fuck me."

"Don't lie to me!" Anders gritted. "He had his filthy cock stuck up your twat, didn't he?"

"No, Pa."

"SHUT UP! I heard you two out there, panting and moaning. He was doing it to you, wasn't he? You were fucking!"

May was getting ready to turn and run, her usual remedy when the situation got this bad. There was a crazy light in her father's eyes. She knew he was going after her any minute. Time to get out of here.

But as May started to turn, her heel caught in a fold of the rumpled rug. She lost her balance just long enough for her father to leap forward and grab her by one arm.

"Slut!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to lie to your old man!"

Anders' heavy hand crashed into the side of May's face. Stunned, she fell heavily onto her back, spread-eagled on the floor. The girl's skirt was pulled up high, wrinkled around her waist. Anders found himself staring up his daughter's crotch.

He stared at May's crotch. He stared at the flimsy white streak of her panties, stretched over her pussy mound.

"Hey… what's that?" he muttered. He had spied the damp patch of pussy juice staining May's panties. His mind leaped to what seemed the obvious conclusion.

"Ya lied to me! You have been fucking!" he yelped. Dropping to his knees between the shaken girl's outstretched legs, Anders stared up her crotch. "Fucking whore… rollin' over for everything in town!"

Anger blazed up in Anders' alcohol-soaked brain. He reached out and tore the girl's panties from her. The sodden material squished wetly between his fingers as he tossed it aside.

Now Anders had a clear view of his daughter's cunt. His mouth gaped as he stared at the soft, curly brown pubic hair, barely masking the pink slit beneath. The girl's pussy lips flared plumply out, soft looking, inviting. The silky tendrils of hair were soaked around the base by the juices Jim's eager fingering had stimulated.

For a long time Anders had realized he had a damned fine-looking daughter. On several occasions he had watched her move around the house, particularly when she was dressed in something revealing. Once, he'd caught a shadowy glimpse of her tits and ass through her sheer shortie nightgown. He'd nearly come in his pants.

Now here he was, staring straight down at her naked pussy. He ached to touch it. He ached for an excuse.

"See!" he snarled, reaching out and running the tips of his fingers over the girl's pussy lips. "See! The cum's still runnin' out of you!"

"No, he just stuck his finger up me," May said weakly. Her head still rang from the force of her father's blow. She was only vaguely aware of his hand on her cunt.

But every nerve in Anders' burly body vibrated to the feel of that tender, eighteen-year-old snatch. May's curly pussy hairs were tickling the back of his hand. Her cunt lips yielded softly under his touch. More pussy juice welled out of her pussy hole.

"Stuck his finger up you?" Anders muttered. He tried to imagine how it would feel to stuff his finger up that sweet little pie. There it was, just inches away. That fucking scrawny kid had done it out on the lawn. Why not him?

"Aah, Jesus!" Anders grunted. He wormed the tip of one finger in between May's pussy lips. It was hot and wet inside.

"Pa! What're you doing?" May gasped, stunned. She had enough of her wits back to fully realize what her father was doing. Her pussy shuddered as she felt his rough finger digging into its tender softness.

May tried to squirm away. "Hold still, cunt!" Anders roared. He slapped her along the side of the head with his free hand. May fell back, stunned again, one of her father's blunt fingers still sluicing around inside her pussy slit.

Then Anders found his daughter's cuntal opening. He slowly screwed his finger up inside, savoring the feel of that tight young pussy flesh opening up for him. Jesus, the girl was wet! He couldn't believe the punk had only fingered her.

"Oooohhhhhh, no, Pa… no!" May moaned, shaking her head groggily. She realized, to her horror, that her father's finger was not all the way up inside her cunt. But when he heard her protest, Anders raised one hand, as if he were going to hit her again. May dodged, letting her head fall back weakly. It hurt too much from his two former blows for her to stand being hit again.

Tears of shame rolled down the girl's cheeks as she felt her father's finger pumping in and out of her violated cunt. But even though she was crying, her face was set hard with hate. Holding still, she waited for her father to finish.

But Anders was far from finished. The deeper he rammed his finger up his daughter's cunt, the more of her he wanted. "Let's see them tits," he growled.

Automatically May's hands flew to cover her tits as her father began to tear at her blouse. He hit her again, not as hard as the previous two times, but hard enough to stun her a little.

Her blouse came away in her father's hands.

He hated to do it, but he had to roll her over to unfasten her bra. That meant he had to take his finger out of her cunt. It popped free, glistening with her hot juices.

Anders rolled his daughter back over, and stripped her bra from her. The girl's lush tits spilled free, the nipples puckered. It had been a long time since Harry Anders had see eighteen-year-old tits in anyplace but a girlie magazine. He stared down at his daughter's sleek, up-thrusting mounds.