Sally's Reprogramming: Conclusion

Frank awoke fully. He’d been dozing on his step-daughter’s bed, holding her half-naked form in his arms, enjoying her presence. It was getting late, and they had to get cleaned up before Sally’s mother came home. He pushed Sally’s firm ass and finally got her moving. She stood up in front of him, stretching her trim eighteen year old body in an enormous yawn. She raised her arms to the ceiling and bent backwards as she stood on her toes, her large breasts pulled tight and her hips thrust towards him.

Frank’s well rested cock surged with renewed energy at the memory of the beautiful hairy pussy under the green and gold cheerleader skirt. He straightened up and gently stroked his hardening cock. Sally pulled him to his feet and kissed him. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

Frank followed his hot step-child out of her bedroom. She led him, not to the garage, where she’d tossed her cheerleader top into the driveway, but onto the deck in the back. She pushed him onto a deck chair and knelt before him, her green skirt covering her firm thighs. Sally placed her soft hand on Frank’s cock and squeezed it gently. “How do I make this feel good,” she asked. “I’ve tried this before, and they complained I wasn’t doing it right.”

Frank leaned back in the chair and reached out to stroke her long blonde hair. “There’s no ‘right way.’ Just do what you think will make me feel good, and I’ll let you know what works for me. Everyone is different.” He spread his legs slightly and relaxed. He was in for a good time now.

Sally stroked Frank’s cock, looking at it carefully. It more than filled her hand, but wasn’t so large she couldn’t wrap her fingers around it tightly. It’s head was a swollen purple mushroom. The purple coloring ended just below the head in a light brown band that circled his shaft. Past that, Frank’s cock was white, with bulging veins under the skin, and a few black hairs grew near the base of it. His hair was thick, with a good salting of white, perfectly natural for his forty five years. His balls were large eggs floating loosely in his scrotum.

Sally let go of his cock, and as it slapped his belly she lifted his balls, weighing them tenderly. Her nails scratched his hair beneath his scrotum gently. Frank whispered words of encouragement. Sally bent to smell them, her blond hair brushing Frank’s hard cock. They smelled of sweat and sperm and her own special pussy aroma from their earlier sexual games. She felt wetness between her own legs.

Gently she lifted each testicle and kissed it, pulling his hard cock to her soft cheek with her other hand. She turned her face and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, circling carefully around the red rim. The hand she massaged his balls with moved to grasp his shaft, and her other hand slipped down to finger her clitoris. Frank’s “Yes, that’s it baby,” was louder now.

Sally’s tongue circled his head several times, jerking gently on his shaft. Sally pulled back and looked up at Frank, who smiled down at her. She looked at his dick, and saw a clear liquid oozing out. She licked it, pushing her tongue into the small hole. Her lips closed down and she put his head in her mouth. Sally sucked on it and flicked at the hole with her tongue. Frank’s hips were abortively thrusting up, moving and stopping as Frank resisted his desperate urge to jam his cock down her throat.

Sally took the not very subtle hint and slipped his cockhead deeper into her mouth, gradually engulfing him until he was at the back of her throat. There was still an inch or so to go before her lips would press on his pubic bone. “Ah,” Frank moaned. “Pull back slowly, and go up and down, just as slowly. You’re great.”

Sally followed his instructions, and her blonde head bobbed slowly and gently in her step-father’s middle-aged lap. Her fingers were furiously abusing her clit now, and she moaned around the hard cock in her mouth. She couldn’t figure out if she should fall flat on her back and come on her fingers, or jump up and ride this delicious cock. Fuck it, she decided. She stood up and lifted a leg to straddle her step father.

A hand grabbed her when she was off balance and turned her, and another pounded her in her left eye. She fell, shocked into silence. Her mother had come home early. Sally scrambled backwards on her ass, pushing into the deck railing. She couldn’t dodge the boot that kicked her ribs and landed a solid blow on her thigh.

“Stay on the ground, you bitch,” Nancy screamed. She threw the cheerleader top she’d found lying in front of the garage at her. Turning to her husband, Nancy dumped Frank off his chair onto the deck. She kicked at him and screamed “You worthless piece of shit! I spend all day working and this is what you’re doing? Fucking my slut daughter? I’m gonna kill you!”

Frank grabbed the over turned chair and thrust it at his enraged wife. She stumbled over it, giving him time to get his feet under him. He pushed her away and kept his naked feet away from her stomping boots. “What the hell do you care, you fat bitch? We haven’t fucked in four years. What did you expect me to do, sit around and play with myself? Beg you for favors? No fucking way!”

“You ungrateful two faced bastard. When I’m done you’ll never have to worry about fucking again. I’m going to put that toothpick in the blender!” Her voice raised to a shriek and she drove into Frank, pushing him back and pinning him against the wall of the house. Frank put his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from his wife’s flailing fists. She kicked him savagely in his shin and hit him in the nose with an elbow when he bent over. His head crashed back into the wall, and he saw stars.

Expecting more attacks, he cowered. He heard a loud ringing thud, and realized that Nancy lay collapsed at his feet. Looking up, he saw Sally standing behind her, holding the shovel he’d used before to redo the garden. The blade had a saucer sized spot of blood that was starting to run down the handle. His wife’s head was curiously flat. Frank stepped over her still form and took the shovel from his crying step-daughter. He looked from her to her mother, speechless. He absently ran his hands over the handle of the shovel. Lifting it, he moved closer to Sally. “Sally…I…what did you do? I think you killed her.”

Sally looked at him, her eyes widening. “Oh, no! Don’t get near me! You killed my mother! HELP! HELP!” Sally backed away, then turned and ran. She grabbed her cheerleader top from where her mother had thrown it, and ran around the house into the street. “Help me! Please help me!”

Lights came on along the suburban street, and the neighbors came onto their porches to see a half-naked large breasted blond child apparenlty running from a man clad only in a tee-shirt, waving a large bloody shovel.

Sally dodged into a house, and Frank realized the position he was in. He ran back behind the house, snatching his shorts up from the driveway that Sally had thrown out earlier that day. The neighbors had had plenty of time to see them sitting there in the sun. He pulled them on and ran back to his wife’s body. She wasn’t breathing at all. His pulse was pounding too wildly to tell him if Nancy still had one of her own. Sirens sounded in the distance, getting louder. What the fuck was that girl doing, he wondered. What happened to her? He started CPR.

Cars with screaming sirens stopped out front. Two police officers came around the house, guns drawn. One put handcuffs on him, the other examined the body. “She’s dead.” They dragged Frank out front, and pushed him roughly in the car. He sat there staring at the people as the ambulance loaded and hustled his wife’s dead body off.

Sally came out from her neighbor’s house, wrapped in a bathrobe and crying. Sheheld a ripped cheerleader’s uniform out to a policeman. “He raped me. My step-father ripped my shirt and raped me!” She pointed at Frank sitting in the police car. The police officers gave him a hard stare and turned to say comforting words to her.

Rape? I didn’t rape anyone, Frank thought confusedly. She attacked me. That uniform wasn’t ripped before, either. Sally must have ripped it on something when she ran out. What the hell’s going on here? His mind whirled. The cops took him away and threw him in a cell. He sat on the bunk, shivering in the air conditioning, the thin knit blanket doing almost nothing to protect him.

Several hours later, he was summoned by a detective. Frank decided to answer questions. He didn’t think he needed a lawyer. “I’m detective Murphy, Mr. Anderson. We have some serious charges against you. Why don’t you sit down and tell us what happened. We just want to find out the truth.”

Frank sat back and drank the offered coffee. He told them of recent events, starting with his plan to seduce Sally and ending with the interrupted blowjob on his deck. He omitted all mention of he attempt to sleep-program Sally to be submissive. Frank described Sally’s bludgeoning of her mother, and his shocked response.

“You ‘seduced’ her? Can you explain why there are computer speakers hidden under your step daughter’s bed, and why those speakers are connected to your computed downstairs? What about the files we found on that machine, strange seductive whispers? If your step-daughter hit her mother with the shovel, as you say, where are her fingerprints? And many witnesses say they saw you chasing her with that shovel.

“Your daughter says you raped her. Will you do us a favor and admit the semen we’ve collected from her is yours? The charges against you are serious: Rape. Incest. Murder during the commision of a felony. You’re old. If you cooperate, perhaps the District Attorney will be lenient and you’ll have a chance to see the light of day again before you die. They like white old new guys in the state penitentiary. That’s if the charges don’t get a death penalty. Take him back.”

Frank sat in the chair numb with shock. He didn’t notice when the guard’s strong hands lifted him and pushed him into a walk down the hall. Did Sally set this up? Did the cops misconstrue what she told them? “HEY! I want a lawyer!”