Butterface

by Press, Callie

  “I ain’t going nowhere, Old Pap!” she said angrily. He slid his overall strap off his shoulder, standing near her head, and she started to say, “I made this deal…” when she saw what he unleashed. He held a filthy rag in his other hand. His manhood silenced her as she stared, first in wonder and then in awestruck fear as his massive penis was released from his overalls when they hit the ground.

  “Jesus Mary ‘n Joseph,” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. He shoved her moistened panties back into her mouth, which was agape as she stared at his foot-long unit that was still growing in girth and hardness.

  “Ayup,” he said, grabbing it and lifting it proudly to show her. “Once’t it gets hard, why then it’s truly sizable, you’ll see. But fer me’t haggle with old Butterface, I’m gonna have’t collect yer blood. That means I’m-a gonna have to pop your lil cherry, then pull on out and wait a minute and gather it up, see? Then I reckon I’ll have myself a time. Ain’t no sense’n you not havin a mouthful to hush y’up, seeing as you’ll just be a-crying and a-squawking otherwise.” He stepped down at the foot of the bed, and got up on the end with one knee, then paused and looked at her. “Usually takes ‘em a good hour t’get used t’me, but y’might enjoy it after that. Course they’s usually used to doing it some. Sometimes they do end up liking it though, even if they’s virgins like you. Your mama sure did, I cain’t hardly wait to compare the two of ya.”

  As his words sunk in, she started to writhe, but could move nowhere; she tried to spit the panties out, but they were too large in her mouth for her to do anything with. “Come on now, you jist hold steel,” he said. “We made us a deal, ain’t no gettin out of it now.”

  He climbed up and knelt between her knees, stroking himself firmer with both hands as he eyed her young, naked body on his filthy quilts. He stared directly up into her spread legs at her womanhood, and reached one hand out to the soft, fine patch of blonde hair above it, then ran his index finger down her slit.

  She was still wriggling, furious at what he had said, wanting to retort, to ask questions, to argue, to curse him, but all she could do was lift her buttocks off the bed and shake her hips from side to side to try and avoid his touch, which only heightened his arousal. She could clearly see all of his blackened and missing teeth through the hideous, enormous grin he wore as he reached both hands between her legs, thumbing at her dampening vagina, cupping and gently pinching at her firm round buttocks whenever she lifted them high off the bed. He was quietly giggling to himself and blatantly ogling her shamefully exposed body as his member started standing and swaying like a charmed cobra. Her fury and resistance was an aphrodisiac to him, and she couldn’t even try to revoke her consent as long as her panties were in her mouth.

  Old Pap’s erection was swollen fantastically now, fully three times in girth at the head as it was at the base—probably as wide as her forearm. It rose almost to the level of his nipples and was furiously purple, covered in a weave of thick, heavy veins; it scared her, because it looked more like a weapon than anything else. Janie had an irrational vision of him striking her in the head with it and killing her, like a native braining a settler with a war-club.

  His hands, however, remained mostly gentle, and he continued touching her in ways that she had to admit didn’t feel bad. Eventually her strong young stomach muscles grew weary, and she stopped writhing.

  “At’s better,” he said. He started a slow, soothing rhythm of stroking up and down over her vulva, barely touching between the folds. “You jist calm down now, all raht? Ah cain’t keep up with all that fussin no more, ain’t as young as ah used t’be.”

  Then, to her amazement, he leaned down and gave a long, slow lick from her asshole up right through to her clitoris. She had never felt anything like his wet, broad tongue, and while her mind was disgusted by the very concept, the feeling made warmth and moisture flow far better than her own fingers had ever done.

  He licked back down between her outer labia and gently probed at her opening, and her breath caught in her throat, terrified at the thought of him putting his tongue inside her, and equally terrified that he wouldn’t.

  She had refused Tommy Joe’s request to let him try it the one time he had asked; she thought it was a male perversity that she wasn’t willing to indulge. Now that she had felt it, she realized how pleasurable it felt, and while she couldn’t turn off her old thinking, she did know that she would probably be willing to let Tommy Joe try it.

  Just to see if he liked it, of course. She surely could be forgiven if she indulged her husband in a little perversion, in the sanctity and privacy of the wedding bed.

  Old Pap continued to tease her, though; licking back up between her folds, sliding his hands under her buttocks and cupping her spread crotch before him like he was holding a piece of watermelon. And that comparison was not far removed from the truth, as wet as she was and as eagerly as he nuzzled and lapped at the tender pink flesh between her nether lips. Janie heard herself making sounds before she realized she was doing it—gasping at first, then heavy breathing which was basically just a series of non-stop gasps, and finally moans as she struggled not to orgasm on his mouth.

  She had never had an orgasm except in the privacy of her own bedroom, and she had never planned to otherwise (until she got married) because even that was sinful, touching herself that way. She hadn’t thought she ever would orgasm again before she and Tommy Joe got married, until now. But she realized that there was nothing to prevent it from happening, because Old Pap wouldn’t stop. He just kept hitting that spot over and over, licking it, and it felt so amazing that she…

  And there she went, moaning and staring at his bushy white hair as he devoured her. It was a relief that her ankles were tied, because she was spread like a wanton, like a tart, and she enjoyed it, at least while this was going on—but he had absolved her of that responsibility and guilt.

  Old Pap lapped at her young pussy like a dog drinking water, consistently, not stopping in spite of her buckling and shuddering. He went on doing that over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore. Still, he didn’t stop. It went on longer, because even when she was shaky and too sensitive and mumbling around the panties in her mouth, he wouldn’t quit stimulating her. She was squirming again, trying to get him to stop licking that super sensitive spot; not even to get him to quit altogether, just to move his dancing tongue elsewhere for a moment so she could calm down. It was the first time that she had ever considered the idea that perhaps he was enjoying it—the taste, the fluid from between her legs. It seemed unthinkable to her that someone could like it, yet it was obviously true. It excited her to think that men might enjoy doing that to her

  —or rather, to women in general. It was far too sinful to think about other men doing that to her, men other than Tommy Joe...even though she couldn’t help it as long as he was down there, licking and tasting and oh Lord his tongue is inside…

  Janie didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes until she opened them when Old Pap stopped his ministrations. Only then did it occur to her that he had been “doing her” with his tongue, and that she had enjoyed it immensely. She had already realized she liked her own fingers, but she didn’t realize how blissful the sensation could be when someone else was in control of the speed and tempo and depth. When he quit “doing her” that way, she couldn’t believe how empty she felt for a moment.

  He had been on his elbows and his knees, and now he rose just to his knees. His enormous, club-like penis stood rigid and huge in front of him aiming somewhere over her head. His face and thin beard were wet from her, and he looked her in the eye and smiled as he wiped his chin with his sleeve.

  “Well now, how’d you like that?” he said. Then he grabbed himself by the base of his cock, and holding it in his fist, he slapped her exposed, wet labia with it firmly. She squealed around the panties in her mouth in spite of herself; it was literally the last thing she had been expecting, but she didn’t despise it like she would h
ave expected to this morning. After what he had done to her, it actually felt kind of good. She couldn’t smile at him with her mouth because her panties overfilled the orifice, but she half tried and she knew her eyes were smiling.

  What a difference a day made!

  “You feel ‘at?” he said, looking around. A cool breeze filled the room. “That Injun summer jist left. Ah reckon two days ‘afore Halloween is bout damn time for it ta feel like Fall!”

  He slapped her enflamed pussy lips with the head of his dick again, but this time he held it on her, parting her labia with it as he moved it from side to side. He dropped the rag he had been clutching the whole time onto her stomach, and grabbed a loose pillow from beside her. “Okay now,” he said, “lift that pretty little butt up so’s I can scrunch this here piller under ya.” She obeyed and he held his penis where it was, rubbing it in her wetness, and ogling her exposed private area while she held the awkward position. After a moment he put the pillow where he said he was going to and she relaxed onto it, her pelvis several inches higher than it had previously been.

  “Best t’jist do it,” he said. He moved closer, very close, then sat on his heels as he parted her nether lips in his left hand. He roughly pushed all four of his fingers into her tiny virgin hole, and though she was lubricated and excited, it hurt—but she could tell by looking that his fingers, held side to side, were just about as wide as his cock was at its widest, at the head. Even sitting on his heels, his massive unit was at her entrance.

  In one quick, brutal motion, he leaned forward over her, guiding his tool with his inserted fingers and slamming as much of this length into her as he could, banging painfully into her cervix as she felt the flow of blood from her hymen rupturing. She screamed even with her mouth full of her panties and started to weep.

  He withdrew just as quickly, then grabbed the rag from her stomach, wiped the befouled half of his manhood with it, and stuck the dirty cloth into her newly-deflowered young pussy to collect what he could. He was no more sensitive than if he had been cleaning oil off of a tractor motor; he shoved the rag in and out a dozen times at different angles, quickly and thoroughly, using all of his fingers as if she were built to accommodate them. Each stroke increased her weeping and brought a new squeal or screech of pain, but Old Pap seem to completely ignore it.

  Bringing the rag up to his face like he was fascinated by it, he put his nose right up to it and inhaled deeply, then tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked at some of the blood and, no doubt, tissue that he scraped out of her.

  His overalls were still around his knees; he lifted the chest flap, reaching around his enormous tumescence to do so, and shoved the rag into the pocket there. When he raised his eyes to her again, all trace of his earlier kindness seemed to be gone. She had never seen such a look as she lie there weeping. “Lechery” didn’t begin to touch it; she felt like prey as he looked at her like a predator, and just as he had before, he fell upon her again, burying himself into her painfully and making her scream.

  This time he didn’t withdraw, he just kept his club head up against her innermost wall so that the slightest motion made him bang against it, all while her young vagina was vainly trying to accommodate his absurd girth. He laid to one side of her on his elbow, and reached with his other hand to grab and painfully squeeze the round, bare breast that was farthest from him; her other tit was right below his face, and leaned down and bit her nipple quickly and hard, making her cry out around the panties in her mouth yet again.

  “Oh yeah ‘at’s nice,” he said. “Nothin like a new pussy. You ain’t-a gonna get used to this for a while yet.” He thrust his hips at her, having nowhere to go. It was a new and exquisite agony as Janie felt something, for the first time, crushing against her cervix. Each agonized sound she made excited him further, bringing a moan or a chuckle or yet another sadistic thrust—or squeeze—or bite – or pinch from him.

  He enjoyed her on him this way for about the first hour, eventually settling one hand onto her ass cheek, one onto the opposite breast, and he would surprise her with little pains to keep her moving around on his steel-hard, forearm-sized pecker. It was truly an education for Janie, who heard him constantly describing and explaining all manner of things he was going to do to her before he let her go home. Most of them she had never even heard of, much less imagined as things Tommy Joe—or any man—would want to do to her. Places he was going to… Enter. Enjoy. Spill his seed.

  He was even saying things about bringing other men into it, if he could reach them before dawn, that was all part of the “spell” and ain’t nothing she can do about it, but if he can’t, it should still work not to worry… And then he would pinch her in the inside of her ass crack, or on a fatty part of her boob, and sigh as her still-tight, violated cunt twisted around on his throbbing, huge cock, his fingers digging into the soft, pretty young flesh, leaving such delicate and obvious marks of red against the white of her skin…and tell her how she was even tighter than her mother was the first time he seeded her, and he’d say it just to upset her mind and make her move again and feel his manhood hurting her and twisting her and breaking her…

  Yes, he wanted more than an hour of this, yes, oh yes, juicy little Janie might even be his new favorite, and then it happened: something inside her shifted, and something about pain became pleasure, and something about how he fit in her changed and he could fit more of himself inside her now.

  And right then, he knew this one would be back… But he really did have to make a call. So he decided to finish quicker, and maybe leave the boys out of this one. This time at least. First, he had to be sure.

  He reached up and tugged at the panties in her mouth, finally taking them out. He didn’t want to hurt those pretty teeth, not now.

  She stared at him wide-eyed, saying nothing.

  Saying everything.

  He rolled on top of her finally, having fit two-thirds of his length into her. She lay spread as she was tied, but trying to move her hips to him more. Eager for a real stroking. He hadn’t gotten all the blood, of course, because he hadn’t let her heal yet. He didn’t reckon he was going to for some time.

  She leaned up to him and parted her lips to see how Old Pap was at kissing, seeing as he was about to start fucking her for real. He apparently passed the test.

  “I want you t’know somethin,” he said. “Ah’m-a gonna hurt ya now.”

  “I know,” she whispered.

  He started to rhythmically…slowly…and very firmly…drive the club head of his cock into her cervix like a boxer starting on a heavy bag. “And ah-m a gonna hurt your ass even worse,” he said.

  “I…know…” she whispered.

  “And you may…end up with…my baby,” he said.

  “I…oh god…I…know…”

  “You might even…be…my baby,” he said. “What you…got to say…about that?”

  “Should…we…stop?” she said, trying to raise her hips into him as he drove in with each stroke, wincing with the pain every time, her mouth open for him to kiss at any time.

  “I will…if you…want me to…” he said.

  He kept the exact same rhythm, but she said nothing, just moving against him and staring at him, her eyes huge and so blue and dilated as she started to orgasm on him, her big, perfect young breasts bouncing delightfully and as she did he said, “What do…y’want me…to do?” he asked.

  “Fuck me…” she cried. Her eyes were watering from the pain. “I don’t care if…you’re my Daddy…fuck me…”

  With that, he exploded inside her. He hadn’t busted such a big nut in decades; he’d had plenty of opportunity and plenty of delicious young ladies (and a boy or three), but god damn if she didn’t just beat all.

  As his balls emptied into her womb and he stared into her gorgeous baby blues, he started to think that he was actually going to be sorry to put her through it. Because there was only really one way that all this shit had to end, unless...

 
Yup, I’m a-gonna have’t make that call here. Soon. As soon as this wonnaful lil thang lets mah cock get limp, I’m a-gonna have to make a call. Might not be ‘til I let her go in the morning, but all the same. Got damn I’m sleepy, though, after alla that.

  He decided to just rest his eyes a second…

  And he woke up the next morning, exhausted and cold from the brisk October wind coming in through the open windows. Janie was snoring under him, still naked and bound, her head turned to one side, a little puddle of drool gathered on the filthy sheet under her mouth.

  She didn’t awaken when he got up, or when he untied her. She just rolled onto her side in a fetal position. He admired her womanly hips and her little bare bottom for a moment, then covered her with a blanket, grabbed his buckets and cane pole, and headed out. He tried to shut the door quietly so as not to wake her.

  Reckon I’m gettin reeled in sure as any fish, he thought, as he stepped out into the pre-dawn darkness, going to make his ‘call.’

  Chapter 7

  Janie awoke alone, sore in every inch of her body, in Old Pap’s house, and she got up and walked naked into the bathroom. She wasn’t even sure where her clothes were. Like the rest of the house, his toilet was well-kept, and on the back of the door was a cheap full-length mirror she had noticed earlier while they were canning his tomatoes.

  Janie barely recognized herself. Her long yellow hair was a tangled mess. Her face was streaked with makeup and tracks from her tears. Her wrists and ankles were chafed, but not visibly; however, her neck, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her buttocks—all were stippled with marks from his mouth and his teeth and his pinching, squeezing, slapping hands. Her no-longer-virgin pussy was bruising—her lower lips were already turning black and blue, and were extremely delicate to her tentative touch. And that was just on the outside. She was glad she couldn’t see what he had done to her insides.