Jackie Onassis compared to you.'
'That's pretty rough,' I said. I wasn't smiling. His words cut me. And where did he get off being so high and mighty moral? He'd fucked me, hadn't he? Maybe I'd started it, but he never bothered to put away his hard-on and turn me down.
'How else would anyone describe you? You'll go to bed with anything on two legs. You've hounded me from the first time we were together, and I know there were others before me. Now-now, you're so lacking in common decency as to bed down with a cheap little teen-aged lesbian while I sit here listening to the disgusting sounds of it.'
'You could have joined us,' I said. 'My bed's plenty big enough for three. Then we wouldn't have been lesbians, would we? We'd have been an orgy.'
I thought he was going to hit me. Really! His fist clenched and went all white, and the muscles of his neck stuck out vividly.
But I was brave and just a little pissed off. 'Besides, Kendy isn't a lesbian. She's my friend, which is apparently more than I can say for you. Sure, we like to screw around together, and I think she likes girls more than she likes guys. On the other hand, she keeps telling me that she'd like to put the make on you. How does that sound, Uncle Roy? Would you enjoy fucking Kendy? Take your big cock and just eeeeeaasssse it up her? Her cunt's tight, a lot tighter than mine, really. You'd have to be careful or you might hurt her. So how does it sound? Would you like me to pimp her out to you?'
That was when he did hit me. Hard. Really hard. The crack was like a gunshot and my face stung and my eyes filled with burning tears. I'd bitten myself from surprise when he hit me, too, and I could taste the sour drops of blood on my lower lip.
'You bastard,' I said, tight-throated. 'You rotten, lousy bastard! I hope you die! I hope your cock shrivels up and your Goddamned balls drop off, one at a time!'
I jumped from the chair, intending to leave the room at once. In another minute I might grab the letter opener on the desk and stab him with it. But first I'd cut his cock off, and I'd make him watch.
He grabbed me and I fought him, but none of my blows or kicks contacted. He was bigger, stronger, and he held me the way a pin holds an exhibited butterfly.
'Jenni, please,' he said, 'I didn't mean to hit you – I couldn't hurt you – please, listen – you don't know – I…'
'LET GO!' I was kicking and screaming now. 'I wouldn't ball you again if you were the last man on earth! I'd find a dog, or a gorilla, or a fucking pig, and I'd screw its ass off in front of you, but I wouldn't touch you to save your life!'
He twisted my wrist, and it hurt so much I couldn't scream. His face came in close, big, imposing, his lips trembling as he searched for words to speak. 'Jennifer, please – I don't know what I'm saying, doing – everything is confused – sometimes I want you so much, want you in my arms, in my bed, and sometimes I know that I can't, that we can't, that it's too terrible…'
'Huh?'
He seemed to regain some composure as I stopped struggling. 'It's you,' he said, 'and I have my responsibilities to you, to your mother. But I'm a man, Jenni. I have urges and desires. Goddamn it, I want to be your father, the way I should be, but…'
'Well, you're not,' I snapped, taking advantage of what seemed to be a weakness in his offense. 'So don't come on with any daddy shit. I'll live my life and you live yours. Right? And if I want to fuck a girl friend or a boy friend, you live with it. Right? 'Course, if you find any of those urges getting too strong to control, you know where to find me. Room at the far end of the house. Knock twice and say 'Peter sent me'.' I was turning away, throwing the words over my shoulder, when he grabbed me and spun me around so fast I nearly fell over. Roy backhanded me savagely, two or three times, and when my vision cleared, I didn't recognize his face any longer.
'All right,' he said, 'if that's the only way you can be reached. I don't care any more. Why should I kill myself by degrees when I can do it all at once.'
CHAPTER NINE
'Look,' I said, squirming, 'I really don't feel like it, if it's all the same to you…'
He twisted my arm again and I bent halfway to the floor. 'You little bitch,' he said hoarsely, 'you don't have any say in this. You've been asking for it, and now you're going to get it.'
He forced me to turn around, and his hands found my tits. They were heaving beneath my thin T-shirt and he fondled them brutally, savaging the nipples which were erect in spite of my discomfort. And as he held me backwards against him I could feel the growing stiffness of a hard-on in his pants, a big hard-on. God, I'd almost forgotten how really big his cock was!
Roy turned me around once more, so that I was facing him. His countenance was twisted and – almost – tortured in its expression. I really didn't know him any more. Where was the shy older stud I'd boldly seduced and wickedly teased? He was gone, and a stranger filled his shoes.
Oh, I thought, I think he's going to rape me!
'On your knees, bitch!' he snapped. 'I want you to suck my cock!'
There was no question about me doing it. His strong arms bent me to the floor and I knelt in fear. My fingers touched the bulging front of his pants, fondling the big hard tool that lurked inside, and I traced its outline with my lips.
'NO!' he barked. 'I said suck my cock, and that's what I meant!'
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled till my eyes stung with salty wetness. I unzipped him quickly, anything to stop that wrenching pain.
It was a struggle to free his cock of his shorts and get it through the undone fly, but when I did at last, the effort seemed worthwhile. His big red tool stuck out enormously through his unzipped pants, and there was a tiny drop of wetness gleaming on the huge knob. I touched it playfully with my tongue, licking away the tasteless driplet of his pre-cum, and I began to kiss and tongue him up and down the shaft. Again a savage pull on my hair, and my mouth opened in an O of hurt.
Roy punctuated that O with a fierce thrust of his cock, a driving, impaling stab that filled me with his prick and almost strangled me. I gagged as he shoved too hard at the back of my throat and for a sick moment I was positive I'd puke my guts all over him.
'Suck it, bitch!' he growled, and before I had time to begin sucking, Roy started to ram his dick in and out of me.
It hurt, believe me, it hurt. He seemed to have no concern for me, as a person, as a sex partner. All that mattered was ramming my mouth with his cock. And when his knob banged into my throat, forcing me to swallow it whether I wanted or not, I felt as if I were nothing more than a big wet fist for him to masturbate in.
His hands held my skull in place and there was nothing for me to do but limber my throat and let him fuck my face. Jesus, this wasn't the way I'd hoped it would be! Why couldn't we just hop into bed and screw delightfully till we both exploded in big shuddering comes of joy? Why did he have to treat me like a street-corner whore?
It was his stupid, archaic sense of morality. Just because he was married to my mom, I was off limits. A big No Trespassing sign hung from my tits and another guarded the entryway to my snatch.
So what? I didn't care. I was willing to be lovey with him, and I really didn't need any commitments. He could have Mom full-time, whenever, wherever he wanted, but I craved him, too. Why couldn't he see that? Any other man would have thought he was in paradise if he took over a house with two women like me and Mom. Any other man would have bent over backwards to keep both of us happy, and himself, too, in the bargain. Mom was prime-quality pussy, and I was a choice piece of teen-age – tall, ready to go and hot to trot. Why couldn't he understand that simple biological fact? Why did he have to stand there now, raping me in the mouth instead of making love to me?
I hated him. If I'd dared, I'd have bitten his cock and left a memorable scar. But I didn't dare. He was in a savage, violent mood. What would he do to me if I resisted him?
