The Blacksmith and his Daughter

The tables are turned on Joss, but not until he has taken his own, exquisite pleasure. (MF, anal, nc)


Joss Fayrfax stood totally still. He did not breathe, did not blink, did not allow his body to move in any way until he was ready to squeeze the trigger. When he did the rifle leapt back against his shoulder and the pheasant, startled by the bang, had no sooner moved its head towards the sound than it was dead.

For Joss it had always been this way, whether bringing down an animal for food or firing at the tiniest chink of unprotected flesh between a man's helmet and the edge of a sandbag in battle. His aim was always perfect, the prey always dead after the shot. Joss lowered his rifle and went to pick up the bird.

It was an early Sunday morning in summer; a light breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. If Joss had an immortal soul, which he doubted he did, the beauty of the rolling downs, the green fields, and the woodlands he could see all around him would have stirred it.

In the distance he heard the church bell for morning service and watched the villagers move towards its summons. Over to his left stood Redgrave Hall and Joss guessed the Redgrave family would also be making their way to Sunday worship.

But it was not Sir Piers' family who occupied the blacksmith's mind that morning. It was one member of it in particular, the beautiful 18-year-old Caroline Redgrave, the girl whose half-naked body he had held against his the day before, her wrists tied together as she hung suspended her from a beam in his smithy while he fucked her shapely arse with his massive prick.

Joss could still remember the exquisite pleasure of caressing her breasts as he spurted his seed deep in her bowels and the even sharper pleasure when he instructed her to suck his cock clean afterwards and revealed to her the man she had thought was her father for the last eighteen years was not: he was her real father.

The revelation put Caroline into shock, so much that Joss had to help her to her feet and pull her clothing together then saddle his horse and take her back to the Hall. He told the staff that came out to meet them she had fallen while out riding and he would attend to Ajax and return in the morning. He felt Caroline's eyes burning into his back as rode away into the gathering twilight.

And now he had brought down the bird he would prepare for his evening meal, Joss decided the time was right to take Ajax back to the Redgrave stables. With the family out at church he could visit and leave silently. He had no idea whether Caroline had decided to report to the police what he had done, but his continuing freedom suggested she had stayed silent.

He strode home across the fields to change his clothes and saddle the horse and an hour later rode through the archway to the left of the big house and into the courtyard that led to the stable-block, the storerooms and the tradesmen's entrance to the kitchens. He dismounted and walked towards the stables, leading Ajax by the bridle.

“That your gun I heard in the fields this morning, Mr. Fayrfax?” a man called out behind him.

Joss recognized the voice of Alfred Bailey, Sir Piers' gamekeeper. He turned to face the small, sharp-faced man who was standing by the doorway of the kitchens.

“Yes, Mr. Bailey, it was,” he said.

“Taking pheasants?” Bailey said with an edge to his voice.

“One or two a week through the season, Mr. Bailey,” said Joss, refusing to rise to the jibe. “Just as Sir Piers has granted me permission to do. And you may tell him that in return there are three less foxes to attack his sheep.”

Bailey spat on the ground and wiped his sleeve across his mouth. “I have told Sir Piers I could trap foxes without him having to give up any of his pheasants to the likes of you,” he said.

“And the foxes would die a slow and agonizing death,” said Joss, letting go of Ajax's bridle for a moment and walking towards Bailey. He was more than a foot taller than the gamekeeper who stepped back rapidly into the security of the kitchen doorway as Joss advanced.

“I kill them quickly and cleanly, with a shot to the head.” Then Joss lowered his voice and added, “You should mark that, Mr. Bailey. I wouldn't wish you to meet with an unfortunate accident if you were out in the fields and didn't know I was out hunting.”

Joss turned on his heel and took hold of Ajax's bridle once more.

Bailey said, “You've brought Miss Caroline's horse back then.”

“Yes,” Joss said over his shoulder. “You can tell Miss Redgrave when she gets back from church I have shoed him and there is no charge.”

“You may tell her yourself, Mr. Fayrfax,” Bailey said. “She gave instructions she was to be told when you brought the horse back. I'm sure she'll be down presently.”

Joss stood alongside Ajax in the horse's stall, brushing a curry-comb through the stallion's sleek coat. He whistled softly as he brushed, a song he'd heard countless times as his regiment moved up the line towards its position on the Western Front.

And then, unbidden, the faces of his comrades appeared in his mind and he stopped whistling and stood for a moment with his head resting against the horse's side. He closed his eyes and waited for his friend's faces to fade, waited for the pain of seeing them die to ease.

“Reflecting on your sins, Mr. Fayrfax? It is Sunday after all.”

Joss opened his eyes and looked up to see Caroline Redgrave standing at the door to the stable-block. She looked beautiful with the morning sunlight behind her, dressed in a simple cream silk blouse open at the neck and a long flowing skirt. She was wearing a rope of pearls and Joss could see they were as flawless as her complexion.

“No, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said. “Just remembering my friends who were killed in battle.”

“Ah yes, I see,” Caroline said.

The way she spoke made Joss realize she was struggling hard to control herself. It was hardly surprising considering what had happened the day before, and what he'd revealed to her.

“But you survived?”

“Yes. I was badly wounded but I survived.”

He heard the bitterness in Caroline's voice as she said, “Are you sure you aren't dead, Mr. Fayrfax? I mean dead in your heart that you could have done something so vile - so filthy -“

Joss was about to say he had done no more than other fathers since time immemorial in using his daughter for his sexual pleasure when he suddenly realized there was something wrong with the way Caroline was standing. She had one hand behind her back and was keeping something hidden from him.

“It wasn't vile or filthy to me, Miss Redgrave,” he said quietly, moving slowly out from the stall so he stood facing her. “You had angered me and I did what I wanted as a consequence.”

Caroline Redgrave almost screamed at him, “And the consequence of you taking your pleasure was to shatter my life? It was not enough to rape me - in that way - but you had to tell me the man I have loved for 18 years is not my father but you were, a man who had done something so unforgivable to me? You raped your own daughter's bottom, Mr. Fayrfax, and yet you say you are not dead inside?”

Joss did not speak or move.

“Well if you are not, Joss Fayrfax, then you should be,” Caroline said and she brought her right hand out from behind her back. She was holding a service revolver, a gun Joss assumed belonged to Sir Piers.

For a moment Joss faced Caroline, his eyes fixed on hers. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks as she stood, her arm outstretched, the heavy gun making her hand shake.

“You must be careful, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, slowly and deliberately. “A wrong move and the gun might go off, possibly hitting Ajax. He would die in agony and you would not wish that.”

“A dumb animal to die in agony, no,” Caroline said, crying openly now and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “But I have no such concerns for you.”

She waved the gun to the right, indicating Joss should step away from the horse. He made as if to do so and then moved smoothly and swiftly towards her.

“No!” Caroline cried and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing happened.

Joss grabbed her wrist in his left hand and took the revolver from her with his right. In one motion he threw it into a pile of straw and twisted Caroline's arm behind her back, pulling her body hard against his as he covered her mouth with his hand.

“If you scream, I will break your arm Miss Redgrave,” he said quietly. “Do you understand?”

Caroline nodded, her eyes wide with fear.

Joss took his hand from her mouth and cupped her cheek in his palm. For a moment he stood motionless, his fingers curled into the hair at the back of her neck to grip her head. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her hard on the lips.

When he broke the kiss he stood with his mouth very close to Caroline's ear, his grip still painfully tight on her wrist and said, “Do you know what the trouble is with the young, Miss Redgrave?”

She shook her head.

“They do not learn. That is the second time you have threatened me in anger. If the safety catch had not been on, something I only saw when you started waving the gun about, I have no doubt you would have shot me. But it was, and I must teach you once again there are people in the world you can threaten from your position of wealth and privilege and people you cannot.”

Joss dragged Caroline over to Ajax's stall and pushed her in.

“Get on your knees,” he said.

Caroline shook her head in mute refusal and Joss raised the back of his hand to strike her. She cowered from him and knelt down, resting her bottom back on her heels. The slatted wooden side of the stall hid her from view and if Joss stood with his back to the horse he could see if anyone entered the stable.

Joss saw tears running down her face but he did not hesitate. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees. His huge prick sprang free, stiff and hard against his belly, his lust fired once again by Caroline's helplessness.

He looked down at her and then curled his fingers round the shaft of his cock and bent it down with difficulty so the big red glans, wet with his arousal, was close to Caroline's full red lips. “Suck me, Caro,” he instructed and sighed with intense pleasure when she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.

She had no skill in sucking, but it did not matter. It was enough for Joss she was kneeling in front of him, her mouth stretched wide by the hot flesh of his prick as she fought to accommodate the thick shaft and swallow the stream of semen already flowing from the tip.

Joss bent his knees slightly, probing for the back of Caroline's throat. He reached down and took hold of the back of her head, then curled two fingers round the base of his prick so he could masturbate himself into Caroline's mouth at the same time as she sucked him, doubling the delicious sensation.

The heavy sacs of his balls, swollen with sperm, swung repeatedly against Caroline's chin and Joss could see a dribble of liquid drip from her lower lip down onto her pearl necklace and slide into the valley of her cleavage, revealed by the open neck of the blouse. It increased his pleasure, knowing his semen was warm and slippery between the globes of his daughter's ample breasts.

Joss's nose filled with the musky smell of his own virility and the masculine scent of the horse standing behind him. He sensed Ajax was aware of what was happening and envied Joss, wanted to experience the same pleasure, to have the beautiful girl who owned him open her mouth impossibly wide and suck his massive prick until his seed spurted into her throat, filling her belly with hot thick stallion sperm.

The thought made Joss even more aroused, made him feel as if his impending climax was being sucked up through the slit in the hugely swollen head of his cock. He luxuriated in the exquisite sensation of fucking himself into Caroline's mouth and closed his eyes in anticipation of the threatening surge of his semen. If only he could hold it back a little longer, he could savour the moment of being poised on the brink.

But then he felt the telltale tingling in his balls as his semen surged into the shaft of his prick in a flood of intense pleasure. He thrust his hips further forward, trapping Caroline's head between his belly and the wall of the stall as his cock swelled and he pumped spurt after spurt of creamy semen into her mouth, the thick salty liquid making her choke as it ran down her throat before she could swallow it properly.

Lost in his climax, Joss wanted to groan out his pleasure but did not dare for fear of alerting someone to what was happening. And it was a wise precaution for just as the gushes began to ebb, Alfred Bailey walked into the stables.

“Still here, Mr. Fayrfax?” the gamekeeper said, obviously surprised.

“Just leaving, Mr. Bailey,” Joss said, struggling to keep his voice steady as he emptied every last drop of spunk from his balls into his daughter's suckling mouth.

“I thought I saw Miss Caroline come this way,” Bailey said, looking around.

“She looked over Ajax, thanked me and then left, Mr. Bailey,” said Joss. “Mentioned something about guests coming for lunch.” He had no idea if this was true but guessed it was, given Sir Piers love of socializing.

“Oh my word, I had forgotten. I must get the birds up from the cellar or cook will flay me,” Bailey said, making a half-hearted attempt at friendly banter. “You'll let yourself out, Mr. Fayrfax?”

“Of course,” Joss said as the gamekeeper walked out of the stable.

Joss looked down and withdrew his cock from the embrace of Caroline's lips. She was still struggling to swallow the slippery mass of his semen and he released his grip on the back of her head so she could clear her throat. A last dribble appeared at the tip and Joss curled the string round his fingers, then wiped them across the softness of her cheek, marking her with his scent.

Caroline struggled to her feet while Joss pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. “You did well,” he said.

“Thank you,” Caroline said in a voice dull with defeat and turned her face away from him.

Joss walked out of the stable and strode home across the fields.

A month and then two passed and Joss had no contact with Caroline. To avoid thinking about her, wanting her, he kept himself busy at his anvil, repairing farm implements, shoeing horses and seeing the saddlery supplies traveller who came in his van. He bought little from the traveller but enjoyed listening to the news of what was happening in the villages roundabout.

This time the traveller, whose name was George Kelly, came on a Saturday afternoon and Joss stopped work early so they could share a flask of beer.

“Reckon you'll have to be moving out of the smithing trade soon, Joss,” Kelly said.

“Why's that then?”

“Motor cars everywhere now. Folks won't need horses when they can afford a motor car.”

Joss laughed and took a swig of his beer. “George, folks round here don't make enough money to buy fancy motor cars. They'll need horses to pull their ploughs and carts for a while yet.”

“Perhaps,” said Kelly. “But just think, once a man has bought a motor car he must keep it running and there's not many has your skill with metal and machines. You could open a garage down in the village and make a fortune when people pass through and need their motors seeing to.”

For a moment Joss turned the thought round in his mind. He even went so far as to say, “Well, I'll think on it, and I thank you for the suggestion.” Then he refilled Kelly's glass and said, “Now, what's the news?”

“Have you heard Sir Piers Redgrave's daughter is getting married? To a young man whose father owns a bank in London.” Kelly grinned as he said, “It will be a lucky man who gets to bed her. A beautiful girl with a body to take your breath away.”

“Ay, that's as may be,” said Joss suddenly draining his glass and standing up. “But I can't spend all day on idle gossip. Show me the catalogue and I'll give you an order to deliver the next time you're round.”

He ignored the look of startled surprise on George's face and went into his cottage to fetch his reading glasses. When he came back he talked only of business.

Later that evening he sat at the wooden table in his cottage, the remains of his supper around him. He had opened a bottle of rum and drunk several tots and was trying hard to concentrate on the book open in front of him, 'The Mayor of Casterbridge', a book he had read many times before.

But Joss was unable either to enjoy the book or even take in the words on the page. All he could hear was Kelly's voice saying Caroline was to be married and how lucky the young banker's son would be when he bedded her. Joss knew this to be true for since Kelly had spoken he had felt his lust for his daughter sharply reawakened.

He took a sip of the rum and then laughed softly. Surely she should have asked his blessing, he thought. Being her father, it was his right. And it was his right to be the first to sink his prick into the welcoming warmth between her legs. After all, he had spent his seed into her arse and her mouth, so why not her virgin cunt?

Joss put his glass down on the table and saw his hand was shaking with the intensity of the thought of Caroline writhing and squirming beneath him, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he ploughed his cock again and again into the wet depths of her pussy. In his mind's eye he could see her full breasts shaking with the force of his thrusts, could feel her nails raking his back, her voice moaning in his ear, “Oh god - no! Please, Daddy - don't!” her pleas and protests only swelling his cock longer and harder until he was ready to spurt his seed deep in her womb. And when he had, he would fuck her beautiful arse, taking his time to draw out the exquisite pleasure of buggering his own daughter.

And then it came to him. Cold and clear like a mountain stream.

As blacksmith to Sir Piers' estate he would be invited to the wedding breakfast if not the wedding: Caroline could not exclude him without causing comment. Just as he had when he marked out targets in enemy trenches he would wait, silent and determined, for the opportunity to present itself when he could be alone with his daughter. It would be her wedding day, but he would be the one to gain the greatest pleasure from the event…

Joss was up before dawn on the day of the wedding. He polished his best black boots, pressed his good shirt and pants with a flat iron, and aired the jacket he had last worn on the day of his father's funeral. That had been a day of mourning: this was a day when he intended to enjoy life to the full.

He set water to heat for a shave and stripped off to wash. As he lathered his big cock and the thick mass of black curls around his balls, Joss felt a surge of sexual excitement and debated whether to pleasure himself with the hook and cord in the smithy. But he dismissed the thought. What point was there in spilling good semen on a dirt floor when, in only a little while, he could use it to fill his daughter's bowels to overflowing?

When he was ready Joss locked the door of his cottage and set off for the Hall. The time was half past ten; by tradition the wedding breakfast would be at twelve. He had time enough to pick wild flowers in the meadow, something pretty to give his beautiful daughter on her wedding day.

As he approached the Hall Joss saw a big open-sided tent had been put up on the lawn for the wedding party and their many guests. Trestle tables and benches had been set out for the villagers and there was already a sizeable crowd talking and drinking.

He saw Sir Piers standing with his wife and the newly-married couple receiving people as they arrived. For a moment Joss hesitated, wondering if he'd done the right thing in attending. If Caroline were to say anything in public her voice would be joined by that of her mother whom he had also raped all those years ago and he might well find himself placed under arrest. But then Joss found his courage, shook off his fear, and walked forward.

“Ah Fayrfax, delighted you could come!” Sir Piers said, holding out his hand.

“It is my pleasure, Sir Piers,” Joss said, shaking hands. “I wish good health and much happiness to the young couple.”

Sir Piers lowered his voice. “Let's talk later, shall we? I bought a new shotgun the other day and I'd like you to look it over. Bailey doesn't have a clue about a gun's character and qualities.”

“Of course, Sir Piers,” Joss said. “I would be delighted.”

“You remember Joss Fayrfax, my dear?” Sir Piers said, turning to his wife.

Jane Redgrave's face showed no expression as she shook Joss's hand and said in a cool voice, “You are well, Mr. Fayrfax?”

“Very well, thank you, Milady.”

She turned to introduce Joss to Caroline and her new husband but saw they were talking to the Vicar and his wife.

“Please do not trouble, Lady Jane,” Joss said quickly. “I shall give my good wishes to the happy couple at some other time.”

“Yes, of course,” Jane Redgrave said and turned away, leaving Joss to walk over to the tables laden with beer for the men and fruit punch for the ladies, thankful he could get a drink for his suddenly dry mouth.

Joss drank half the glass of beer he was handed in one gulp. Then he forced himself to slow down and stood for a moment, watching guests arrive and be shown into the marquee. He was conscious of how well dressed and rich many of them looked and felt a mix of envy he had none of these things, and pleasure that Caroline would never have to do without now she had married into the family of a banker.

He moved into the line of sight so he could see Caroline and her new husband. She was dressed in a long white wedding gown cut tight across her ample bosom that showed off the curve of her hips. Her blond hair was piled up on her head to display a diamond tiara which glittered in the sunlight. Someone said something that made her laugh and Joss felt a flash of pride at how beautiful she looked. He also felt the stirring of lust deep in his belly like something warm and feline and he knew the right moment would soon come when he could slip away.

Joss could see the layout of the wedding breakfast followed the class system. Under the marquee were the relatives and guests of the bride and groom's families. Outside were the farmers, shop-owners and business people of the area roundabout. Furthest away were the labourers and farm-hands. Joss went to join Micah Clarke and his wife who owned the butcher shop on the village high street. Micah and Rachel both enjoyed their drink and that would come in useful when Joss left later: with luck they would hardly notice.

His timing was perfect. He waited until the meal was drawing to a close and the speeches were about to start. The staff were all engaged in moving busily to and fro from the kitchens to the marquee through the front entrance of the Hall, clearing dishes and refilling glasses. No-one saw or stopped him as he left the table and walked quickly through the archway of the stable-block, into the back entrance to the kitchen and then through the parlour to the vaulted hallway and up the main staircase.

The number of closed bedroom doors that greeted him was intimidating and Joss feared for a moment he might well meet a guest who had arrived late from London and was changing. But he did not and quickly located Caroline's bedroom and the nearest unoccupied guestroom. He could stand with the door slightly ajar and listen for the sound of Caroline going into her room. When she did, he would follow her.

There was nothing for it but to wait and Joss sat on the floor, drawing his knees up so he could rest his head on his crossed wrists. It was over an hour before the sound of a girl's laughter roused him and he stood up.

“Oh Hugh, you mustn't!”

As Joss had hoped it was Caroline's voice. But he was annoyed when he heard a man say, “Oh but I must, Mrs. Prescott, I simply must…” and there was silence for a moment.

“'Mrs Prescott',” Caroline said in a dreamy voice. “How wonderful that sounds.”

“It will be Lady Prescott as soon as I'm 21,” the man said.

“Ah now that sounds a lot nicer,” Caroline said and laughed. “But I must hurry and get changed.”

“Well don't be long, will you.”

“Hugh Prescott, it will take at least thirty minutes for me to dress for my honeymoon so you'll just have to wait.”

The man's voice faded as he called, “Alright - but no longer - I'm a young man in love and mustn't be kept waiting!”

There was the sound of a door closing and Joss deliberately waited three or four minutes before he stepped out. He looked to make sure the young man had gone and then walked over to Caroline's bedroom door. He stood for a moment, listened, and then let himself in.

Joss was prepared to spring on Caroline when he entered her room, his hand covering her mouth before she could scream as he pushed her backwards onto the bed. But there was no need: she was in the adjoining bathroom. He sat down in a chair and waited for her to return.

He had waited the three or four minutes in the hope Caroline would have started undressing and was delighted to see she had. Her wedding dress lay across a chair and a chic designer suit was laid out on the bed. When she came back into the room she was wearing no more than a garter belt and stockings and Joss was overwhelmed by how beautiful and desirable she looked.

Like a man dying of thirst he drank in the way her full breasts bounced as she walked across and stood in front of her make-up mirror. She had unpinned her blond hair and he gazed with hunger at the voluptuous curves of her arse, her tiny waist and her long, slender legs. The sight made him ache with desire so intense he had to uncross his legs as his cock hardened in his pants.

The movement caught Caroline's attention and she whirled round.

“Hugh - I said thirty min -“ she started to say and then she cried out, “Oh, God!” when she realized it was Joss who was in her room.

“Not a sound Caroline or your wedding day will be the shortest of your life,” Joss hissed, stepping forward and taking her upper arms in his huge, strong hands. “You know how easily I could silence you forever.”

Caroline nodded her head.

“Good girl.”

Her eyes searched his face and she asked, “Why did you come?”

“I wanted to wish you well, Caro,” Joss said, gazing down at the fullness of her bare breasts, their skin creamy white, tipped with large, palest pink nipples.

“As you have wished me well twice before, Mr. Fayrfax,” Caroline said, spitting out the words.

“You are my daughter, Caroline -“ Joss started to say.

“Don't call me that!” Caroline cried. “A father does not force himself into his own daughter's bottom!” She turned her head away as she added, “And my mouth. Which only leaves - oh god, you cannot mean -!“

“It is my right,” Joss said as he lowered his head and closed his lips round the nipple of her left breast. He sucked gently at the stiff tip, drawing it to a point with his teeth as he cupped the cheeks of Caroline's arse and drew her against his groin. He left the rubbery point wet with saliva as he moved his head and did the same to the other breast. He could hear Caroline breathing hard above him and wondered if it was from disgust or desire.

Suddenly Joss knew he did not want to engage in more discussion with Caroline. He wanted to fuck her into ecstatic submission and that meant sodomising her as he had in the smithy. He would enjoy taking her virginity all the more after he had emptied his balls into her arse and she had lovingly sucked his cock clean.

“Turn round, Caro,” he said. “Brace yourself on the table top.”

“No - please -“ she started to say and Joss squeezed his fingers into the soft flesh of her arms as a warning.

Caroline turned and stretched her arms out straight, supporting her weight. Her beautiful blond hair fell forward over her face and Joss could see in the mirror she had closed her eyes. Again he wondered if she was fearful or excited about what he was going to do.

“Open your legs,” Joss said as he scanned the top of make-up table and saw what he wanted. He reached for a jar of cold cream and heard Caroline moan softly as she realized she was about to be buggered once again.

Hurriedly he stripped off his jacket and threw it on the bed. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down his legs. He opened the jar and pressed his fingers into the thick cream, then smeared it over the length of his prick, hard as an iron bar, swollen massively with the intensity of his desire.

Desire grew like a fierce fire in his belly as Joss slid his arm round Caroline's waist and pulled her hip into his groin, then moved his hand down her arse. Her cheeks were sweetly curved globes of warm flesh, silky soft and firm.

Scooping more cream from the jar, Joss stroked his middle finger along the dark divide between Caroline's beautiful buttocks until he found the tiny opening of her anus. As he touched it, he felt her body react, jerking tighter against him with a sudden shivering movement.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “It's for your own good.”

He pushed his finger gently against the muscle until it gave way and he could enter her rectum. A sudden tightness gripped him and Joss slid his finger inside up to the knuckle, coating the walls with the slippery cream. Caroline's bottom felt so hot and tight inside Joss turned to watch her in the mirror as he lubricated her, sure her face would show her pleasure. But her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open as she fought to relax her arsehole against the invasion. Joss was unconcerned: he knew she would enjoy it when he stuffed her back passage with his cock.

As Joss moved his finger back and forth, working the cream into Caroline's rosehole, her perfume filled his senses and he bent his head to kiss the soft skin of her shoulder. She looked delightfully submissive with her arms outstretched, hands flat on the make-up table, her heavy breasts hanging forward. They were so large and full he stroked his hand up from her waist along her flank and cupped one in his palm, marvelling at the warm softness of her skin. His fingers teased the pink nipple, making it stand up hard whether Caroline wanted her body to respond to his caresses or not.

Then he released the heavy globe and curved his hand flat against Caroline's ribcage, making her gasp suddenly as he walked his fingers downwards over her flat belly and into the soft down at the top of her legs. He felt the warmth rise up to meet his sensitive finger tips, smelled with his nostrils the musky perfume of her body as his middle index finger slid into dampness as it parted the fat little mounds of her pussylips.

When his finger found the stiff bud of her clitoris, Caroline let out a soft moan and Joss knew she had lost the battle not to give in to the pleasurable sensations he was creating within her. While the fingers of his left hand rolled back and forth over the tiny organ, slippery with her sexjuice, those of his right fucked in and out of her bottom, greasing the tight muscle ready for his cock. She shivered with delight, breathing hard as her belly rolled and Joss suddenly felt the fingers exploring her cunt grow wet and slippery. He opened his mouth and took the skin of her shoulder between his teeth, biting softly to heighten the pleasure of her climax.

Joss's belly tightened and he felt his cock begin to grow larger and larger, expanding against Caroline's satin flesh, wetting her hip with the drops of clear fluid that dripped from the swollen tip. They were both ready and he could hold back no longer from buggering his beautiful daughter once more.

With a quick motion Joss withdrew his fingers from Caroline's cunt and moved his hands to her hips. He splayed his fingers across her buttocks, digging his thumbs into the divide to spread them wide.

“You're so big,” Caroline whispered, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, questioning him. “Surely you can't -“

“I will fit,” Joss assured her, and took the massive shaft of his cock in his hand then pressed it against the oiled opening. Caroline spread her long legs wide apart and lifted her hips high for him. He grunted, forced the thick purple glans inwards. A firmer pressure, then, slowly, he began to slide in. In the mirror he saw her mouth open, her teeth clenched, her eyes closed tight.

She felt good, too good. Joss felt Caroline's arsehole surround his prick with slippery heat, closed around his swollen cock like a velvet vice. She thrust her buttocks back, groaning softly as he exerted ever-greater force. He glanced down and saw the thickness was going in even as her rectum grew hotter and tighter around his length. He became even more aroused, watching her arsehole open to take him in and with a surge of strength he drove his huge prick the rest of the way within her until even the great thick base had entered. Caroline released a sweet grunt of pain from deep in her chest.

Joss pressed his body against her back, waiting for a moment until her body grew used to the invasion of her arsehole. She felt wonderful around him and under him. Her anus was burning hot, contracting around his cock. Her thighs tried to close and he used his legs to shove them further apart. His belly ached and he began to move, pulling back and then thrusting in, giving short little lunges deep up inside her bowels. She moaned softly, her insides slowly growing used to his maleness.

He wrapped his arms around Caroline's waist and held her fragrant body close, buggering her steadily, in and out, his over-full balls thumping against the wet lips of her pussy with every thrust. Time and again he shoved himself hard inside her, forced her take his weight on her arms as she lifted her hips up, the soft cushion of her buttocks absorbing the lunges of his hips as he repeatedly drove the full length of his prick deep into her beautiful bottom. He saw her reflection in the mirror: saliva dripped from her open mouth and she moaned, “Daddy - oh Daddy,” over and over just as he'd intended she should.

“Does it feel good, Caro?” Joss panted as the semen gathered in his balls, the blood pumping through his body making his cock grow almost painfully hard. He rammed in and out of her rectal walls again and again until his belly tightened, his legs grew stiff and he thrust hard up inside her bowels, the clinging suction of his daughter's back passage dragging the thick liquid up into the shaft in a great strong surge of ecstasy.

In and out he rode her as he climaxed, hot sperm gushing from his cock deep into Caroline's arse as he watched her face in the mirror and heard her cry out softly, knowing she dare not scream her pleasure out loud for fear her husband, circulating with the guests on the lawn below, would know his bride was lost in the throes of passionate lovemaking.

“Ahh,” Joss exhaled his pent-up breath as he slowly relaxed, his hips moving slowly, sensually against the deliciously soft cheeks of his daughter's arse. He could feel new desire flare up almost immediately and he calmed it down. His hands stroked over her flanks, touched her breasts. He looked at her in the mirror.

“Yes, Caro, that certainly was good,” he said. “Yes, indeed. And what would the gentry gathered in the marquee think if they could see you now?” The thought made him smile with pleasure, a smile made even broader by the delight he felt in standing with his cock buried in the slippery grasp of his daughter's sperm-filled back passage, the nearest thing he could conceive to heaven on earth.

And then a woman's voice came from behind him.

“I'll thank you to take your prick out of my daughter's behind now, Mr. Fayrfax,” Jane Redgrave said.

Joss slowly turned his head and saw he was staring into the barrels of a shotgun. It looked brand new and he assumed it was the one Sir Piers had wanted to show him.

There was an audible slurp as Joss withdrew his cock from Caroline's arsehole. Semen trickled from her gaping anus down between the lips of her cunt; more dripped from the head of Joss's cock and onto the carpet.

“I see you are concerned only with your own pleasure now, Mr. Fayrfax.” Jane Redgrave said in disgust.

“Caroline might disagree, Milady,” Joss said, a slight smile on his lips. “I believe she has come to enjoy being taken in the bottom.”

Jane's face showed her shock.

“You mean this is not the first time?”

“No. I introduced her to the pleasure of being buggered a while ago when her horse threw a shoe -”

“ - And she came to you for help,” Jane Rdgrave said in disgust. “Is that what you learned in France, Mr. Fayrfax? To abuse young women?”

“Oh no, Milady, I do that well enough for myself.”

Joss saw Jane Redgrave's finger tighten on the trigger and he realized he had gone too far.

“At least she cannot get pregnant that way,” he said. “And I have taken nothing from her new husband.”

Jane snorted. “My daughter will surely thank you for that,” she said.

Caroline spoke for the first time.

“Do you not mean 'our daughter', Mummy?” she said as she straightened up and turned round to face her mother.

“Is that what he told you, Caro? He told you he was making love to his own daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Well you're not. His child was flushed into the sewers under a doctor's surgery in Harley Street. It cost me five hundred pounds but it was worth every penny. You are Piers Redgrave's daughter, Caroline. He is your father, not this monster.”

Caroline Redgrave sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

“Go in the bathroom and lock the door,” her mother said.

Caroline did as she was told. Joss saw tears in her eyes.

“What will you do now, Jane?” Joss said, some of his old arrogance returning as he bent and picked up his trousers. He pulled them back up his legs and buckled his belt.

“Do, Joss? I'm surprised you need to ask. I have just come upstairs to change and saw an intruder enter Caroline's bedroom. In my fear I rushed to the gun cupboard in my husband's study and then hurried back upstairs. I was so desperate to rush to Caroline's assistance I foolishly did not check if the safety catch was on.”

She looked directly into his eyes.

Then she said, “The gun went off.”

For the first time since the war Joss felt he was staring into the face of the enemy. “You cannot -“ he started to say but Jane interrupted him.

“Was it not Lord Byron who said, 'Sweet is revenge - especially to women'?”

“No, Jane - no -“ Joss cried and raised his hand in front of his face.

And carefully and deliberately, without hesitation, Jane Redgrave levelled the shotgun towards him and pulled the trigger.