Disclaimer, The characters hereby depicted are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is inevitable owing to the ordinariness of the folks described.
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It was high school senior prom night, I lay in my bed watching dark clouds scudding across the moon as I listened to the sounds of the night, crickets clicking and bugs buzzing mainly with the distant sounds of rock music from the prom and of course the drone of the traffic on the freeway was always there in the background.
I thought of the guys and girls at the prom, probably all drunk and screwing around, girls in party dresses and no knickers and I thought of what my mom said, "You be a monk boy, you take it up the ass, I don't want no grand kids shitting the place up."
She told everybody I was going to be a monk ever since I started kindergarten so no girls ever came on to me or nothing and there was no way they would let me go to the prom or anything where alcohol was drunk.
I lay there nursing a woody as I thought of all those half naked girls and then quite suddenly I heard a pick up truck approaching, the big V8 motor throbbing down the street until it turned into next doors yard sending the beam of its headlights slashing across my bedroom.
The Truck motor died and the lights clicked off, the sounds of night began to return as my ears became attuned once more but then suddenly, "Hey Henderson your get down here right now," A drunkenly loud deep male voice demanded from next door's porch.
I guess I could have done a runner, though I couldn't for the life of me think of what any guy in a truck would want with so I kept my head down when I saw the guy was on Mrs Brazier's porch and shouting for Henderson!
"What's all the hollering!" my dad shouted angrily from his bedroom window.
"You Henderson," the guy asked. My dad must have recognised him.
"Yes Mr Rigsby," dad replied a lot more reasonably, I didn't understand, Rigsby owned half of Maidstone, he owned both saw mills half the god damned town worked for him including my dad.
"Where's your bastard son then?" Rigsby asked drunkenly, "And why ain't you in your house?"
Dad knew better than to argue, "Steve's right here sir," Dad replied.
"He been screwing my Sheila?" Rigsby asked.
"No sir, least I don't think so." Dad replied.
"Why not, every other buck's fucked her, he too good for her or something?" he asked.
"Steve!" dad shouted, "You been going with Sheila?"
"No sir," I said firmly.
"You too good for her boy?" Rigsby asked me.
"No sir, I'm fixing to be a Monk sir, serve god you know?" I explained.
"Sit on your ass all day and bum off of working folk?" he asked, "Like some lichen or parasite?
"Sir?" I asked, "I want to serve the lord sir."
"Bull shit, you're a lazy bastard that's afraid of hard work," he told me right out.
"Sir?" I replied.
"You screwed my Sheila boy?" he asked again.
"No sir!" I said.
"He did daddy, last fall," I heard Sheila herself say.
"Bull shit," Rigsby said, "Is that right Henderson?" he asked me.
"No sir," I replied.
"You saying my daughter is a liar?" he asked.
"I guess," I said, "Only I never screwed anybody sir."
"Yeah, that's what I figured, Faggot, triple A grade faggot." he insisted.
"No, I made a vow of chastity," I said.
"Moron," Rigsby snapped, "Anyhow that don't matter because Sheila here has balled the entire senior ball team and every guy in her class except you Henderson."
"So, so what's your point sir?" I asked.
"It ain't good enough Henderson," he told me, "She balled everyone in your class except you, why you so special?"
"Like I said sir." I replied.
"No, now lookee here," he said, "You ain't special, ok, no body don't defy me, I say fuck my daughter, you fuck her ok?"
"No sir!" I said.
"Now lookee here, you wanna fuck or you wanna pick your balls out that wall behind you?" he asked.
"You're drunk sir," I said.
"Yeah and come morning I'll be sober," he said, "But you're stupid and come morning you'll still be stupid."
"Steve for god's sake," Dad shouted.
"Don't do it son," my Mom piped up, "The Lord will provide!"
"Shut up Martha!" Dad told her, "Get downstairs Steve, you talk it over ok?"
"Sure Dad," I agreed, I pulled some Levis and yesterday's Tee shirt on and went downstairs.
"Mr Rigsby," I said as I opened the front door.
He just levelled his shot gun at me, "In the car boy, now!"
Well I wasn't arguing was I? I climbed in the back door of the crew cab pickup truck.
"He's flipped," Sheila said. I saw her in the faint light of the ceiling rose, her red party dress, that what there was of it, her tits busting out of it and the skirt so short you could have seen her knickers if she'd had any, "Dad's flipped."
"I come to my senses," Rigsby said, "You wanna fuck every guy around that's fine by me."
He gunned the motor, hit the gear selector, gunned the motor again and took out the side of Mrs Braziers porch as we lurched forwards.
"God damn!" he swore and then we were heading backwards to the highway.
Sheila's hair glinted gold in the moonlight, her soft tit flesh white, she was scared, "It's ok," I said, and I reached out and took her hand.
"See what you got to learn is not every guy want's to screw you," Rigsby continued.
"No Daddy," she said, "Steve don't, it's cool."
"That's right Mr Rigsby," I agreed.
"Is that right?" he asked, "So why you got a woody?"
"I don't sir." I said, she touched the front of my pants, her little warm fingers on my tool.
"That's right Daddy he's." she said but it was too late he was already uncurling.
"He's what?" Rigsby demanded.
"He's getting hard Daddy," she admitted.
"So give him a handfull of tit meat or whatever it is you usually do," Rigsby said.
"Ah, there's no need Daddy, gee he's hung like a donkey," Sheila admitted.
"Sir!" I pleaded, "I must protest, your daughter is raping me!"
They laughed together, "So you're going to file a complaint at city hall?" he asked.
"Pleasures of the flesh hold no appeal for me," I said as I wondered how it would feel if slid my meat deep inside inside her hot sticky hole.
"That's what I thought," he agreed.
We turned off the highway and headed down the dirt track to the Rigsby place, a big white palace of a house set in acres of grassland that had once been forest, and as we rolled to a stop by the horse barn Sheila's moron brothers Jake and Andy appeared.
"You was right, Jake," Rigsby says, as he climbs out of the truck, "Almost, every guy in the baseball team and every guy in her class except Henderson here."
"I telled you Daddy!" Jake says, as Sheila and me slipped out the truck as well.
"Nearly I said," Rigsby said. "She ain't fucked Henderson."
"So?" Jake asked.
"You tell em Henderson," Rigsby ordered.
"I never fucked Sheila," I agreed.
"He never fucked me, Jake, Andy." Sheila agreed.
"You lied,you morons," Rigsby said to his boys, "And I don't like being lied to."
"You said tomorrow morning," Jake said, "You leave it to us she'll have the full set by morning."
"Right, Rigsby," said, "But see I already threatened them with a shot gun and still he won't fuck her,"
"Your drunk sir!" I reminded him.
"And you're a faggot and that's worse," Rigsby snapped.
"Daddy, why does it matter if I fuck with Henderson?" Sheila demanded.
"Cause you won't fuck your brothers of course," he replied, "It ain't right my boys goofing off when every jock in town is balling you."
"Your drunk sir," I reminded him.
"And in the morning I'll be sober and you'll still be a moron," he says.
"We still got six hours to make them fuck Andy," Jake say, "How's about a honeymoon hog tie?"
"No way Daddy!" Sheila protested.
"What's a honeymoon hog tie?" I asked.
"Knees to knees, ankles to ankles, face to face with hands tied at the wrists tied round the other partner," Sheila answered, "Ugh!"
"Sorts out even the most reluctant virgin," Rigsby explained, "So do it!"
It wasn't a whole heap of point protesting, "Not the barn!" Sheila exclaimed, "We'll get bug bit!"
"So find them a horse blanket," Rigsby said, "Morons!"
"Tie em up!" Rigsby ordered, "Daddy, No!" Sheila wailed but Jake grabbed her and Andy grabbed my wrist.
I spun around, his jaw snapped like a rotten branch when I hit him with an upper cut to the chin and he went down like a sack of oranges.
"Hey, quit that!" Rigsby told me, "Less you want a head full of bird shot."
"He bugged my jore," Andy protested.
"Pipe down," Rigsby ordered, "Get them wrists tied ok?"
I looked down the gun barrel and I figured being able to see things was a pretty useful trick so I figured not being blinded by birdshot was the best deal, so I let Andy bind my wrists.
"Take his Tee shirt off of him first you idiot!" Rigsby snapped, "Get them stripped and in the barn!"
Andy kicked me in the backside,"In the barn Moron!" he says.
I did as he said, the barn was big with maybe fifty horse stalls twenty five each side and Rigsby ordered us inside the first one, it stunk of horse shit and he threw a horse blanket at us that stank of horse shit, "Get your pants off!" Andy ordered, just after he tied my wrists, which was pretty stupid.
He dragged my pants down, of course I got hard again, Rigsby figured that proved I was a homo and then they made me put my arms over Sheila's head as she stood naked in the soft moonlight.
"Why Daddy?" she asked plaintively, no one answered, they was all too drunk or stupid to think straight.
I had to stand real close for this, her tits squashed against my chest, my cock pressed against her belly, but then they tied her hands round behind me and we was held even tighter even before they roped our legs together at the wrists and ankles and made us lay down, the only good thing was that as we lay and I let her lay on me, so I was taller than her and my cock rested against her belly with the tip up by her belly button.
"Daddy!" Sheila protested, but her nipples were digging in me and my cock started straining and I just had to move around.
"Dry humping don't count," Rigsby added.
I couldn't help it, I tried to remember what the good book said, but my balls were bursting, I just had to move around a little, and she was gorgeous close up, real perfect, even if her hair colour did come from a bottle there was nothing fake about her tits and she squashed them against my chest.
There was nothing fake about her buttocks either, I gripped her ass the best I could and moved her around and I guess her clit rubbed against my cock because she started moaning.
"Hey quit dry humping you fuck ok," Jake suggested.
"Steve, just stop ok," Sheila demanded, "I wouldn't mind but I never even got laid today."
"I can't stop you're too damned beautiful," I admitted, and then it was too late, my cock was twitching and out spurted loads of sticky silver grey spunk all over my belly, and over hers when she relaxed and collapsed on me.
"Can we get cleaned up?" I asked.
"Nope," Rigsby announced, "You wake me up when they fuck, you hear?"
Andy had been to the house, he had tied a strip of bedsheet around his head to support his busted jaw and told Rigsby he couldn't find any more aspirin, "I took a bottle full and it still hurts," he mumbled.
So that was it, every hour or so I woke with a raging hard on and Sheila helped me get t down by sort if dry humping me.
It got light then at eight o'clock Rigsby kicked Jake and Andy awake.
