Chapter One Hundred Sixteen

I Am Not A Proctologist But I Know an Asshole when I See One.

“I am not a Proctologist!” my brother joked with the crowd as I stood holding my ass cheeks fully apart and bent over, “But I know an asshole when I see one!”

The small crowd roared with laughter at his double entendre about me showing my ass and that I was an asshole!

My face began turning beet red as I went over a thousand possible humiliating and painful punishments in my head – living each one as I did and wondering if that is what he had in mind.

My brother had become rather creative over the last few days and while at times I’d actually laughed at how clever he could be – this was not one of those times. I felt the crowd’s hunger for me to get whatever they thought I had coming to me.

I knew it was all an act and I was playing this sordid little bitch of a character – but to them I was really that person and I feared what their unbridled wrath mixed with lust might mean for me and it was making my hair stand on end. I hated the fact that my nipples were clearly extended out hard and pointy – bouncing slightly and making me look like a dumb, horny bitch as I stood there letting my brother dress me down.

Many of them thought I was enjoying this – goading my brother and the entire crowd of them on – looking down my nose at them for being trailer trash rednecks – I admit I kind of was.

“Since you like cum so much – no, since you LOVE cum so much, I want you to get down and lap the cum out of your friend Delilah’s fat pussy,” he pointed to the groaning girl at his feet with the dog on her back.

I had curled my lip in disgust in pretend many times –but this one was real.

“Conner!” I wasn’t play acting anymore – I was panicking. He put his hand on my head and forced me to remain bent over – he was stronger than I expected.

“You see this? The little slut is squirming because she is actually afraid of the white stuff that comes out of a cock – first time for everything, huh?” he laughed at me.

“Please Sir? No...not that!” I felt real tears welling up in my eyes as I realized I would be part of something so obscene and beastly that I would never live it down. I had come to terms with fucking strangers and running around naked – I had come to terms even with sucking Conner’s dick in front of people, or kissing my mom with cum in my mouth. I had managed to process the two times I saw Delilah pleasure a dog, but until that moment I had not internalized just how low it was – how completely degrading.

“Stand up and turn around,” Conner made me stand up and show everyone that I was squirting cum down my leg. He snapped off a white strand of goo and made me lick it off his finger. I tasted my salty, fishy, girly goo and everyone laughed as I made an uncomfortable face.

“Look at her pussy pump all that juice – for someone so disgusted with cum – you don’t really look embarrassed.” Conner added that my face was turning redder than my ass cheeks though, to the delight of the crowd.

“Cum is cum!” Conner asked me to tell everyone that is what I said when I blew all the football players at Evans High! Conner got a huge reaction by mentioning what I later learned to be the traditional rival of Buckman High – infamously hated and mostly black team.

“That was different Sir,” I swallowed my fear when he held the microphone to my mouth and admitted to doing it, without even knowing where Evans High might be located – still quivering from the thought of what he expected me to do with Delilah. I had zero reason to expect mercy from my brother after all that I had been through and seen.

I was trying to mentally prepare myself to sink even lower than I’ve ever sunk. I had sucked stranger’s cocks – some of the men were probably in their late 50’s or 60’s and yet nothing seemed to prepare me for this fresh new wretched degradation.

I was starting to get my head around it – like my first time swallowing cum or taking it up the ass, this would be a momentary squick and then I would be able to swallow and it would be over. That is what I told myself.

“Hahahah, it looks like she really IS a do nothing bitch!” Conner played the crowd and they hooted and called me a “D.N.B” as they pumped their fists at me. “She is too scared to do what this little country bitch does naturally,” my brother actually pulled Delilah by the hair and lifted her head to make his point.

The dog for his part was still stuck on her back and wasn’t in the least inclined to leave her back.

“Well, you got lucky sis,” Conner told me that the dog had “knotted” Delilah. He delighted in explaining to the crowd that the cock was so swollen and pointed – that it wouldn’t come out of her. “It’s nature’s way of ensuring no cum drips out” – and apparently it would stay in her for a while so I’d have to make do with a lesser punishment. “I think you’d like the taste of dog dick juice – didn’t you used to have a pampered Chihuahua back in Cherry Lawn estates?”

People even mocked me for having a little dog as I shook my head yes – even though that too was a lie. Someone yelled “Little yappers ain’t good for nothing – just like little cunts like you!”

“You dodged – a bullet, Sis – but I’ve still got a punishment for you that will teach you a lesson,” I thought Conner may have just winked at me to let me know he was only fucking with me all along.

I was so thankful that I got down on my knees and began kissing his feet without being told while saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.

He laughed at me and told me not to thank me too soon. “Can I get 20 men who will volunteer to help me teach my sister an important lesson about listening to her betters and behaving herself?”

“Twenty?” I swallowed and when my brother saw that I stopped thanking him he upped the number to twenty-five. “You know what? Anyone with twenty dollars and a cock –anyone who thinks this girl needs a serious attitude correction – and wants to teach this rich bitch some Buckman manners and common sense – form a line right here,” he called down some guys, assuring them they could have some privacy on the party bus.

“I’ll throw in two tickets for beers for the first ten guys,” Conner didn’t have to say anything more than FREE beer tickets for there to be fifteen guys ready, waiting, and able, with grins on their faces and their hands half-way down their shorts getting ready.

Conner walked me back to the bus like I was a prize to be handed out and lined up what would end up being over twenty-seven men. Some of them were up there on a lark or a dare, but a few were even at the pool with their families or girlfriends! I don’t know how many fights or jealous arguments this even may have started because he hustled me back to my stall past my mother and across from Savannah and told me to get down on my knees.

He spoke into the microphone so the people outside could hear him sentence me with my punishment. “You just had to eat that cum when you knew you weren’t supposed to – so now you are going to get all the cum you can stomach!”

I was feeling like the terrified little girl I really am and not at all like the rich bitch I had pretended to be, and that seemed to make my condition even more delicious to the men waiting single file behind my brother for their chance at me.

“You will take each man, one by one, and offer him his choice of any of your holes – because what are you, Sis?” Conner asked putting the microphone to my mouth so I could answer.

“A three hole whore, sir?” I answered his question as I had been instructed in previous grifts.

“That sounds like a question – you are MY three hole whore,” Conner asserted ownership of me and that surprisingly made me feel less afraid – like I belonged to someone and he wouldn’t toss me to these ravenous wolves without a safety net. He’d be watching over me – in case someone did something too far. I wasn’t sure what too far was, since he promised my ass, pussy and mouth to these strangers in any order they wanted.

“You will thank them for their dick on this microphone – you will ride them, bone them, suck them dry and then gurgle the cum down your chest. If they squirt in your pussy or ass you’ll squat and drip it out while working the next guy with your mouth to get him ready and then suck it off the floor and dribble it on your chest.” He told me he wanted the entire D.N.B. he just drew on my belly coated by the time I was done.

“I want you to wash it off – and stop being a Do Nothing Bitch – and start being a Do SOMETHING Bitch!” – I heard some cheers outside of the bus as people responded to Conner’s words. I overheard someone mention that this was Rhonda Rousey’s catch phrase, but I wasn’t sure who that was. I made a mental note to look it up if I ever had access to a phone again.

“You swallow even one tiny little semen – one drop of that cum and I’ll make you start all over, and by the end of the day you will be ONE CUMMY, CREAMY BITCH!”

“Yes Sir,” he made me agree into the microphone and with that he turned and began to collect the money and pass out beer tickets. I later learned he gave two tickets to even the guys who had been after the first ten in line. My brother was generous with my ass and Ted’s beer.

In exchange, he just earned us about 500 dollars as I began working the train of men one by one. They waited patiently – even at times wanting to double up on me, but Tyga or someone who was patrolling the bus would remind them I was to do one at a time.

The first three cocks were quick – they popped in under a minute and I let their cum slip out of mouth and run down my chin onto my tits and down my belly.

The next guy was determined to take me in the ass but he kept trying to put me into an impossible position, like an upside down folding chair that just didn’t give him enough leverage to lay his six inches of pipe down my “poop chute”.

He kept calling it that and telling me to hold still while getting the hair from his belly on my back and sticking to my tummy.

I saw Savannah bouncing on a cock as she grinned and winked at me from across the bus. She looked pretty self-satisfied and seemed to take her new role much easier than I thought she would. She had been such a hold-out to giving up her virginity – her pussy anyway, but now she was going to town on boys, men, and even a few women.

It took me longer than it should have to pop the cork of the fourth guy and I had to squat and suck on the fifth guy’s pecker while holding my ass cheeks apart. The practice of not using my hands while sucking cocks paid off tremendously because I found I could pleasure him, taking all of his meat into the back of my throat, while balancing myself squatting and forcing air out of my ass to drip the cum back out.

Once it hit the ground I apologized to the man and bent over so that he could take me from behind while I lapped up the jizz from the dirty bus floor. I could hear some guys laughing as they snapped cell phone pictures, but I pretended not to notice or mind and let the guy using me nut in my pussy.

I continued this until I lost count of the men somewhere around fourteen or fifteen. I thanked each one in the microphone. They had long since turned the music back up but I heard my squeaky-clean voice amplified over the loud speakers, “Thank you for this dick, Sir!” *slurp*

I was coated in a fine sheen of cum with little more than half the line gone. Some of the guys had stepped off the bus because they got tired of waiting or lost their nerves, but Ted had a policy of no refunds. Most of them continued until they came and I looked like someone had taken a quart and a half of whole milk and poured it on my belly.

I remember looking up while waiting for cum to leak out of my pussy and seeing Angel’s lovely face pass me. The pregnant girl’s bare tits were leaking milk and were swollen to capacity. She looked at me with a hint of admiration and jealousy.

Ted had converted her to a drink server – attaching a cooler to each tit, looped bondage style with a cord. She had a large metal dildo squarely up her ass that held her ass cheeks apart and wore a thong with a small pocket in the front marked “tip jar” that had a few dollars stuffed in it – in exchange for a grab of her swollen pussy lips that the thong did nothing to hide.

Tyga was fawning over her, but she paid him little attention while serving beers for two dollars or a ticket. His sister and mother seemed to enjoy watching him get ignored, and in exchange he made sure to swat their asses with a crop after they finished fucking a customer.

April and Tawny had grown to accept that they were going to be whores today – and even accepted the taunts and gropes with surprisingly few evil looks. They did seem to take great pleasure in the fact that right now they had it slightly better than me – getting small breaks between tricks while I gulped dick after dick, like I was in a hot dog eating contest with no end.

I had about three left when my brother came back to see how I was doing. Shaking his head, he said that I was taking too long and that they still had more work for me to do. “I get your attitude adjusted just in time for you to go home? You know tonight Ted is taking us all to Applebees to celebrate! And the mall!”

I was so exhausted with cum dripping off my nose, down my chin, gobs of it on my tits and down my belly that I could barely summon the sarcasm to say, “Whoop-dee-doo.”

In truth, I had never considered a trip to a middle-rate restaurant like Applebee’s or Chili’s much of a treat, but here they looked at that as a rare trip to the “Big City” and to be honest – I’d be happy to go, even though I’d be doing it in a short skirt, heels, dog collar and a see through top most likely.

Mom leaned in to my brother and whispered something in his ear while looking at me.

“No? You don’t have to work tonight – you should come with us. Ted hasn’t counted the money, but it’s definitely more than yesterday!” my brother implored her. She looked at me with pity and shook her head.

She wanted to work at the strip club after she finished all of this? It occurred to me that she probably felt so guilty that I was doing these dirty things she wanted to earn enough to get us out of here even sooner!

I felt guilty myself for wanting to spend some money at the mall and Applebee’s!

It was still so surreal how she had adjusted to fucking strangers for money and yet at the same time I couldn’t help but notice a wistful look of pity on her face that both Conner and I were here. I was starting to believe she’d do anything – even what Delilah was doing if it meant we could move out of the Buckman and back to our own lives. I felt like she only regretted we were involved.

I said that I’d like to go to work with her if possible before realizing that I had not taken the dick out of my mouth and yet I managed to say it very clearly.

“No honey,” Mom rubbed my hair, possibly wiping some of the cum out of my eyes and told me that I had to be at least twenty one to work at the Landing Strip with the kind of tone that reminded me of her telling me I was too young for Girl scouts and had to join the Brownies when I was six years old.

“The Landing Strip?” Angel poked her nose into our business and her blue eyes brightened as she perked right up – her tits and ass bouncing with her pregnant belly, “My sister started working there at 15 – if you are purty like her you just say you will bring your license in the next time you come. Candy did that for like two whole years,” Angel laughed as if the owners of the club were dummies who must have not noticed the pattern.

Mom looked like she wished that Angel would have minded her own business and said, “We’ll see,” and reminded me that I had business to attend to with the man in front of my face.

It wasn’t long before he came in my mouth and I was able to let that spill down my chest as well. Conner even took a picture on his new cell phone and once I had finished the last one Conner told me, “Good job!” He winked at me when I completed his punishment and I honestly felt that I had expected slightly more at the end of this task.

“What should I do now, sir?” I asked him as I pointed to my belly dripping with man-seed.

“You should get out there and get ready to put on a show – we don’t have much time left,” Conner laughed.

“I meant with this cum, Sir? Surely you didn’t want it to just drip down my chest for the rest of the day?” I asked him with a squirrely look of disbelief creeping across my face.

“I suppose I could make the Haislip girls eat you like a buffet table,” Conner laughed with Tyga as he suggested that and then spanked me on my ass playfully.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” he told me as he had me get my bikini back on. It was surprisingly still in my stall.

“Should I put in my butt plug sir?” I asked seeing it laying at my feet.

My mouth had become sore and my throat muscles felt like they were on fire from the amount of blowjobs I had just given.

“What do you think?” he asked me as if I shouldn’t have needed to ask.

I smiled at him and slid the plug up my ass so easily that it felt like it fit perfectly. There was a familiarity about the plug that I had been wearing that once it was seated back in my ass I felt less “naked” for some strange reason. It was as if, by covering the bud of my asshole and inserting the plug, I had managed some measure of discretion that the thong bikini bottoms didn’t provide. They barely covered half of my asshole in the back and almost none of my pussy lips.

The plug didn’t stick two inches out either – it was now seated fully in my ass almost perfectly.

Once I was ready to go, Conner told Savannah, Crystal, The Haislips, Mom and I to get on our hands and knees once we were dressed and follow him off the bus.

That left Angel, Delilah, and Daisy behind. I never did find out how Delilah extricated herself from the dog that was riding her – or what happened to the cum in her pussy, but I had some idea that it probably didn’t go to waste.

When OJ wasn’t at the pool – it was clear Ted liked to run things a lot more wildly and this was Roman orgy Caligula style wild!

Angel sweetly offered to fuck some of the guys who were still waiting for one of the girls on the bus.

“No,” Conner said and ignored the older teenage girl, leaving her to shiver with a sort of admiration for him. She looked slightly frustrated and humiliated to be turned down but accepted his decision without question. I was surprised he gave no explanation – even something like “I need you to keep serving beer,” but it seemed to make the gravity of his short answer even more powerful by not explaining.

The pregnant teen said she just wanted to be helpful and if he wanted he could tell her to do anything and she would do it – but my brother ignored her; and the more he did the more she wanted his approval. He marched us single file off the bus, leaving her and the other two sluts back on the bus with Tyga in charge.