Mary woke up to her mother's screaming. It was a shrill, piercing noise that made Mary sat up in bed. Mary listened for several seconds, her fingers trembling. It had been a terrible sound. She pulled the covers up to her neck and listened again, wondering whether she should call the police.
There was no second scream, just a heavy silence that hung in the room like a dense fog. Had she dreamed it? Mary put a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded like a hammer.
She heard more noises downstairs, sounds of laughter and talking. Mary sighed. Her stepfather was celebrating his return to the country after spending six months in Iran with an oil company. Mary didn't know what her stepfather did, exactly, but he had to travel, which meant she was left alone with her mother a lot.
Mary made a face. She didn't get along with her mother. They argued about everything, from what Mary wore to school to who cleaned the dishes at night.
"I'm your mother and you will do as you're told," Mrs. Anderson snapped. And, Mary always gave in. Her mother, a strikingly glamorous woman in her late thirties, was a stern taskmaster who was never one to spare the rod or spoil the child. When Mary balked at an order, her mother would pull up her daughter's dress and whack the hell out of her with a razor strop.
"This was your grandfather's," Mrs. Anderson said once, holding up the strap. "He knew how to use it on bad children and I plan to do the same."
Mary wished she had a strap for parents who beat their children. She often thought of running away from her tyrannical mother and heading west to California. It was one hell of a distance for a fifteen year old girl, brought up in private schools.
It might even be illegal. She was still a minor, yet her looks belied her age. Mary was tall and fair and her figure was full and sexy. She had firm, round breasts and long, slim legs and a well rounded ass that swayed slightly when she walked.
Despite her natural good looks, Mary had a boyfriend problem. The all girl school she attended had had several dances, but they were formal and heavily chaperoned. Mary rarely got to meet any boys. Most girls struggled through the semester without boys and then went crazy during vaca�tions, but Mary was not so fortunate. Her step�father had a big farmhouse, miles from the nearest town. When Mary came home on vacation there was no place to go and no friends to see.
It was a hard life for Mary. Her mother drove into Haven, the nearest town, almost every day to run errands or buy groceries anything to get away from the farmhouse. Still, these trips didn't seem to subdue her mother. The beatings were getting worse and with summer coming up, Mary was apprehensive about going home.
Suddenly, from downstairs came another scream, louder than the first. It made the hairs on Mary's neck tingle. Her thighs tightened and her cunt became very small and dry. Fear pulsated like a living thing! She pressed her dry, trembling lips together.
Mary was scared witless. It was her mother's voice. Of that she was certain. But what was going on? Mary had strict orders to go to bed. Her ass would be in a sling if she disobeyed her mother, especially on the first night her step-daddy was back home. And she was no dummy. Her mother was a hot, passionate woman who had gone a long time without a man's arms holding her tight.
Maybe that was it, she thought. Mary sprang up from the bed, her whole body shaking. The house was huge. It had five bedrooms and four bathrooms and an enormous downstairs living room.
They were downstairs making love, Mary thought. But why the shrieking? Mary listed again. Only empty silence greeted her ears.
She smiled, feeling embarrassed. That explained her mother's erratic, nervous behavior at the dinner table and then the command to go to bed.
She figured that right now her daddy was sticking his big thing into her. Placing her hands over her own breasts, Mary tried to imagine a man's muscular body pressing down against her. She shivered with delight, then she lay down on the bed, spread her thighs, and humped her hips until the bedsprings squeaked. This was what it was like. Humping and bouncing and feeling his hot breath in your face and his hard muscled belly wiggling over your crotch, dragging his thing closer to your opening. Mary closed her eyes and swayed her hips. She felt like a schooner anchored at some little South Pacific island with gentle warm waves rocking back and forth. Pulling up her nightie, Mary jammed her fingers between her legs. Ohhhh! She was wet down there. Gingerly she rubbed the patch of wool covering her cunt slit.
Her finger went in nice and easy. Her twat was soft as butter. Her cunt lips were shaped like tulip petals and they opened for her finger, suck�ing her in like the vortex of a whirlpool. Back and forth she went, dreaming, fucking herself, wonder�ing when she would have a man of her own.
Mary worked her cunt until her hand was sticky wet and her skin shone with sweat. Her breath came in searing gasps as her finger plugged her cunt.
"Ohhhh, that feels goooood!" she said aloud. And it did, too. Her cunt channel went tight around the finger, which set off a tingling sensation at the top of her vagina. It wasn't a climax. There was no heightened awareness, no deep, painful throbbing. She had a nice, pleasurable feeling, that was all.
Then her mother screamed out again! Mary perked her ears. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up, listening. A thin smile spread across her mouth. And her heart pounded with excitement. The noise came from downstairs, perhaps near the kitchen. Quickly, Mary adjusted her nightie and rose from the bed. She knew damn well what her mother was up to.
And Mary wasn't going to miss any of it.
The table had not been cleared. Dishes with meat scraps and green peas and potatoes fell to the floor when Jackie Anderson flopped down on the table.
She lifted a half empty bottle of wine and poured it onto her face. Jackie giggled like a school girl as the wine splashed on her nose and lips. Her husband Bob was holding her naked thighs while he grabbed her tight panties.
"Easy does it," he said. The flimsy nylon tore as he pulled the useless garment away, re�vealing her bare buttocks. He snapped his fingernail playfully against her butt.
"Ouch!" Jackie shouted. "You crazy sex per�vert! Get away from me!" Then she laughed drunkenly and swept the table clean of silverware and glasses. She wiggled her hips on the tabletop and turned on one hip to stare back at her husband.
"So I'm the crazy sex pervert," said Bob. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving her satiny breasts. The nipples were large as strawberries from his sucking. Her eyes spark�led like precious jewels and her nostrils quivered. They had made love twice in the living room and she had been sensational both times. Her cunt was tight and very soft. Her first orgasm had been feigned, but the second one had been real.
"What's wrong with being a pervert?"
Jackie scooped up a handful of cold mashed potatoes and threw them at his head. She was as lightheaded as the fizz bubbling out of the champagne bottle. She spread her thighs and watched his eyes as they came down to her velvet twat.
"Like what you see?" she said.
He did. There was just no denying his wife's beauty. Her breasts were firm and her thighs well shaped and in makeup she looked barely a day over twenty five. Her cunt shone like a jewel. He followed an invisible path up to her face. Bob wondered how many times she had run to the village and cheated on him.
"I can come all night," she purred. "I can wear any man out, even you, husband!"
Mary sneaked to the head of the stairs just in time to hear her mother.
She peered down at the table and stifled a cry in the back of her throat. Her mother lay stretched across the table like the main course at an orgy! Her stepfather was no much better. He had his shirt on but that was all. Below the table edge, she saw the gleaming trunk of his penis.
Fear tingled between Mary's legs. She was fro�zen to the landing, her eyes riveted to her mother. She remembered her mother's stern warnings. She was too scared to move.
"You're one fine piece of ass," her stepfather said. Bob loved his wife. She was young and lusty and full of spunk. One thing he hated about Jackie, however, was her cockiness. It was not a pleasant trait for a woman. Women were supposed to be warm and loving and have children and obey their husbands. They were not supposed to brag about their sexuality. Bob pulled off his shirt and rose until his cock stood out straight from his body.
Luckily, Ali, one of Iran's biggest oil tycoons, had taught him a few tricks about women. Ali had about eleventeen hundred million bucks and almost as many wives and Bob had spent many happy months dealing with members of the happy harem. Now he was going to put his lessons into practice.
Mary looked at her father's cock with astonish�ment. It was the first erect penis she had seen and it left her gasping. Why, he would split me in two! she thought, admiring his wrist thick cock. His shaft was long and very, very thick. A mushroom shaped cap graced the end.
Mary was scared of her father's enormous ba�ton. But her mother wasn't. She rolled over on her butt and spread her thighs open and, in a hoarse voice said, "Fuck me!" Jackie hunched down to the end of the table so her knees pressed on either side of Bob Anderson's waist. His cock pointed straight into her parted slit.
Mary could see her mother wagging her head back and forth, waiting for Daddy to stick his prick up her cunt. Mary almost laughed, the ten�sion was so great. Quickly she reached between her two legs and stuck her finger into her own twat. Not surprisingly, she found her hole to be wet and soft, and with several strokes, her hole was hot as a cauldron.
"Come on, fuck me," moaned her mother. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"
Bob grinned. His wife was hot, but not that hot. She was holding back, afraid to give herself completely. He reached down for the butter plate. There was still half a cube of soft butter left. He scooped it out with two fingers and pressed the greasy substance against her thighs.
What was Daddy doing? thought Mary. Her mommy obviously liked him greasing her thighs and twat with the butter she lifted her rump off the table and stuck her crotch in his face.
Bob worked her slowly. He rubbed butter into the wet folds of her cunt and down her slit, back toward the ravine of her buttocks. He worked feverishly and intently.
Jackie didn't stop him. She was happy and content to have him stroke her cunt and ass. When he finished, she would rear back, widen out and take him into her cunt. There was plenty of juice trickling from her slit, but men never did under�stand women. If only he would hurry up! Her nipples were large and throbbing and she wanted more than anything to feel his lips closing down on her ends. Oh, she wanted that terribly!
And she was about to tell him, when Bob stopped playing nice and jammed a finger up her shitter hard.
Jackie screamed! It felt like a red hot poker had ignited her asshole. It took a full second to realize her husband had stuck his finger into her anus and was wiggling it about, using her asshole like a cunt. Terrified, she snapped her legs shut and turned on her hip.
Bob wasn't letting go. He was hesitant at first to try out Ali's bizarre techniques on his own wife at least, he was until he looked into Jackie's eyes and saw the drastic change in her.
The sparkle was gone from her pupils. It was replaced by the dull luster of fear. Jackie trem�bled with fright. It was a sensation she had rarely experienced. Now it raced through her.
And did it make him hard! Bob's cock swelled to the size of a cucumber, the cone shaped end throbbing with excitement. He pulled on her thighs. Her buttocks glistened before him. His finger moved around in her tight anus, working out the ring of muscles, toying with her butt to make the muscles soft and pliant.
Mary crouched low on the landing, watching her mother. What was her stepfather doing? He seemed to be feeling her mother's cunt, only she was lying on her belly and that made it hard for him to get at her crotch. Mary tried to imagine herself spread out on the table, lying naked while her stepfather climbed in between her thighs. She felt sweaty all over. Her crotch dripped like a faucet, and her asshole itched and only when she scratched her buns did Mary catch on.
He had his finger up her mommy's asshole!
A burning sensation filled her butt hole and Mary moaned as if she were being fucked, instead of her mother.
Jackie wiggled on the table. There was nothing she could do. If she fought back, her husband might do worse things than play with her rump. He was built like an ox and if enraged he might beat the shit out of her. She relented. The humil�iation was overwhelming. Jackie wiped the tears from her eyes and tried not to cry.
His fingers didn't burn any more. Her anus was stretching out and she would give herself to him. His finger rammed her ass channel again, making a squishing noise as he went in and Jackie bit her lip, holding the groan back in her throat. She balled her fists until the knuckles whitened.
"This is how you make love to your wife?" she asked bitterly.
His other hand came up along the inside of her thigh and lifted her buttocks. As her rump spread open, his finger went deeper. Jackie gasped. It didn't feel too bad. A little weird at first, but she got used to it.
"Snotty, stuck up broads like you need a good ass fuck!" growled Bob.
"A what?" Jackie said. Her thighs started trembling. It was foolish of her not to have guessed his intentions. She rested on the table on all fours, like a horse ready for mounting. Jackie thought the game playing would end with his finger, but she was wrong. Her crazy husband was going to stick his cock into that tiny hole! He was going to mount her backside and use her ass like a cunt! Suddenly she found the courage to resist. It came from the desperation that welled in her body. She responded frantically, aided by a wild animal instinct that came from nowhere. Jackie twisted her hips and lunged to her left. She had to get away, just had to! Her fingers latched onto a plate. Jackie turned and tried to hit her husband in the face.
But Bob was two steps ahead of her. Ali had warned him. "We had no trouble with our women here," Ali had told him, waving his arm at the humble women who groveled at his feet. "But be careful of the Americans and the Europeans. They fight and kick. You must be firm."
Bob was ready. He had crawled between her legs and when his wife turned to throw the plate, he grabbed her by the arm. His hand was like a vise. He squeezed her wrist until the dish dropped to the floor.
"Bastard!" she cried.
Bob brought his hand down hard against her butt. Janet screamed. She turned around, eyes full of hatred, and Bob hit her across the face.
"Cunt!" he shouted. "Down on your belly!"
Jackie started to cry as he pushed her down and spread her thighs. Her pink sphincter glim�mered through the dark ravine of her ass. Quickly, he went to work on her rump, taking more butter and greasing her anus. Ali had used the drippings from a barbecued lamb, as was custom among his people, but butter worked just as well. He smooth�ed a generous helping of goo into her ravine and around his hard shaft.
Jackie was crying and beating her firsts on the table top, yet her buttocks did not move. The arrogance was gone. She lay soft and pliant, like putty, and when he pushed between her cheeks and touched the soft ring of her asshole, she didn't resist.
"Bastard!" she cried. "I hate you! I HATE you!"
The tip of his cock pressed into her flesh. It felt like his finger, then she started to spread open wider and wider. She cried with fright, af�raid that his cock would tip the tender muscles of her butt. She felt empty, defeated. Her whole being was turned inside out by this man. She could do nothing. Defending herself was out of the ques�tion. She could only sob like a spoiled little girl and even that was futile. Besides, his cock really didn't hurt her that badly.
When he pulled her hips up, she didn't struggle. Jackie went limp. The long length of sex pipe went in, inch by inch. Her asshole widened. What he was doing was awful. Jackie wanted to die, to dis�appear... anything to get away, but she couldn't do anything except squat on all fours like a dog and let Bob do this monstrous thing to her.
The grease helped and so did Bob, who didn't ram her asshole like Ali had told him to. He work�ed back and forth until her sphincter opened to accommodate his thickness.
Then, suddenly there was pain. His cock went in, held for a moment, then went deeper.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!" Jackie cried.
Her buns wiggled seductively, then arched up ward at a sharp angle. Bob felt the sudden loose�ness in her channel. He plunged ahead. His hard, trembling cock shot down her shitter. His balls jerked as he popped through her resistance. And he was in, really in!
Mary nearly fainted as she watched her moth�er's buttocks hunching up and down in rhythm to the stabbing thrusts of Bob's cock. Her father looked silly, slumped over her mother. Even from the stairs, she could hear them both panting. They looked like dogs fucking each other. It was crazy, the way they rocked back and forth. Mary squeezed her thighs tightly against her hand and felt the droplets of pussy juice wet her skin.
She knew Daddy was driving hard. She could hear the slapping of his belly against her mother's back.
"Come on, fuck, Jackie," he said. "Fuck with your hips."
Jackie did as she was told. The grease was wearing off and her muscles were getting sore. Her breath came in gasps. She felt lightheaded, as she did after climbing flights of stairs too quickly, and her vision was blurred. She no longer felt him driving into her asshole. There was a great numbness everywhere that is, everywhere except her tits, which tingled as he pinched the nipples. She tried to stop panting, couldn't, and finally fell forward.
Bob was laughing hard. His voice sounded way off. He was lying on her back. It was an odd feel�ing for Jackie. Her asshole was numb and yet she felt his prickly pubic hair against her butt cheeks.
She tried to move up, but Bob's weight crushed her down to the table top. His cock was huge. She started to feel him as he surged forward, driving into her asshole like a madman. He yelped and screamed and pumped his organ into her slot.
He was nearing a climax. That was good. Jackie could lie down soon and get some rest. She didn't hate him any more. She felt lifeless and exhausted and she did what was asked of her without thought.
"Like it, baby?" he shouted. He felt like a cowboy breaking in a wild mare. His cock swelled with seed. In a few moments it would be over. His sperm would splatter in her anus and he would fall back, relieved and exhausted. His wife was like putty. Exhaustion had replaced humili�ation. He had his dick stuck like a stake in her asshole and he had made her grovel like a fucking animal, but he wasn't finished yet. Even as the sperm welled in the bloated cap of his cock, he had a few tricks left.
He slipped his hands under her belly and into her cunt. The mound was soft and wet. The pubic hair matted tightly in ringlets as he spread her labia open and found her clitoris.
It was stout and hard. He squeezed the end, still driving hard into her rectum. Bob waited for the reaction to take hold.
"Yaaaaaa!" shouted Jackie. Her cunt explo�ded with electricity. Jolts of pleasure shot back through her cunt and along her spine. She came off the table, sweat pouring off her flexed mus�cles.
Bob continued fingernail flicking her clit button. His sperm was ready to shoot. The pain was terrible. It throbbed through his cock and through his wrinkled scrotum. He squeezed hard again! She had to come. He wanted her to! Her ass chan�nel was all soft and sweaty. Her butt constricted around his cock. Her butt was coming like a cunt!
"Aaaaiiieeee!!" he yelled. Man, this was too much! He pulled her humping hips into his crotch. Bob erupted in her asshole. Long strands of white gooey sperm shot into her rear. Her asshole's grip got tighter and tighter... still tighter!
He fingered Jackie wildly. She was there, right on the edge of her own orgasm, and with a jolt of pleasure, she went over.
Jackie's wet cunt collapsed and her ass channel flexed and the hot sperm coated her insides like liquid latex. She shook all over and fell forward, her hips churning.
She had been drained physically and emotion�ally and her asshole was shot full of sperm and now she felt fine.
"Come, baby, come," Bob demanded.
He was ordering her to have another orgasm, and she was. There was no denying his wishes any longer. Twisting on the dinner table, squirming and writhing, she worked to make him happy. His dick never stopped spurting. It was like a fire house douching her asshole.
Mary was also near orgasm. She worked her hand against her clitoris. It felt so gooood! Her legs got rubbery and she nearly collapsed against the stairway. She was glad to see her mother so excited. Maybe now her mother wouldn't be so mean. Maybe she wouldn't beat her. She rubbed the opening of her vagina, then jabbed a finger through the swollen labia and into the soft flesh within her furry slit.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned.
She knew her ass was in a sling if her folks found her spying down on their fucking, but her cunt felt so good! She wanted to dig deeper into her slit. Goodness, her muscles tingled! Mary was on edge. Her whole body was on the verge of climaxing. "Man, that's good fucking," her father laughed. He brought his hand down hard across her mother's flat buttocks.
Jackie didn't move. She couldn't. Her rectum hurt terribly. Sweat slicked her skin. She moved to one side, flexing her legs, and groaned. Jackie felt like a virgin who had been raped by a dozen motorcycle thugs.
You're an animal! A fucking no good slut of an animal for letting him do this to you! Jackie's inner voice hit home. She tried to convince herself that the situation was out of her hands. She had been raped by a man who was twice as big, twice as strong as she was. He was the animal! My God, it was sodomy! She could report him to the police she could have him arrested.
So why didn't she? Jackie fought with her con�science. Bob stepped into his clothes and zipped his fly. He had never felt better. Tired, perhaps, but that was only to be expected when you were breaking in a virgin asshole, especially one as tight as Jackie's.
He looked about the room and stopped at the stairs. Did he see movement below the landing? He walked over, but there was nothing.
"I would've sworn," he began. But that was stupid. His stepdaughter was in bed, fast asleep. It wasn't Mary. It couldn't be.
Mary wasn't that kind of girl.
CHAPTER TWO
Her stepfather left for New York the next week. There were some oil people he had to meet.
Kissing him goodbye, Mary felt the urge to grab his arm and pull her stepdaddy close. She didn't want to be left alone on the farm with her mother. There were still a few days left before she had to go back to school. She was stuck on the farm with no place to go just her mother and her�self and the farm. How she envied her stepfather, who got to jump on planes and fly halfway around the world, or go to New York and live it up on the company expense account! It made her tremble inside. He got to do all these exciting things and she had nothing. No friends, no boys to see, no place to go except Haven, and that was the same thing as nothing. And without Father around, Mother was really going to let Mary have a whack�ing.
As the car drove down the unpaved road, throwing clouds of dust up in the air, Mary felt the urge to run away. Why did she have to wait to graduate and go to college? That was the dream for girls at Mary Mount School. It was their big chance to escape the cloistered life and be free.
Mary wasn't sure that college would make a big change in her life. Change came from within, she told herself. Change came from jumping into the family car one day and driving off and never turn�ing back. It meant a sudden break with the past. Mary still had two years of school left and that seemed like an eternity. She didn't think she could wait that long.
On Wednesday, her mother went to town and Mary was alone. She wandered through the house, wanting to do something, not sure what. Halfway up the stairs she remembered her mother was gone. Mary got excited. There was the stack of letters in the bedroom that her stepfather had written to her mother from Iran. The letters came in heavy brown envelopes and smelled of perfume. They had to be special her mother refused to let Mary read them.
Mary was forbidden to go into the master bed�room. She had to be careful. Once Mary got the hell whacked out of her butt for looking through the closet, and she didn't need a second reminder.
The letters were inside the bedside table, underneath some old magazines. Mary slid the rubber band off the packet. She'd started to read the first letter when she noticed something in the drawer.
Curious, she reached down and picked up the device. Mary shook her head, turning the object in her hand. She wondered what it was. Made of hard plastic, the device was about twelve inches long and an inch in diameter. The head was cone shaped while the other end looked like a handle. It resembled an electric toothbrush. When Mary flicked on the small switch at the handle base, it vibrated in her grasp.
She put the point against her leg and yelped as electricity stung her muscle. The plastic head was very painful against her skin.
Mary snapped the button off and turned the instrument in her hand. It looked like a small baton, then like a billy club. But that didn't make sense. Why put batteries inside a club, especially a plastic club that could easily break? No, she reasoned, there was some other use for this silly plastic tool. It looked like a broom handle. Then Mary laughed because all the girls made dirty jokes about broomhandles at school. Broomhandles and Coke bottles with long glass necks that the girls could use in their cunts.
Her roommate, a prissy looking girl who acted real crazy, talked about jacking off on broom�handles incessantly. Mary had called her a dope. Mary thought broomhandles were just prep school dirty talk. It seemed so implausible, she didn't want to talk to her crazy roommate any more. But, holding the plastic baton up to the light, Mary wondered.
She turned the conical end down toward her crotch. Oh, it's wrong, she thought, flushing with embarrassment. Why would her mother have such an awful thing?
She turned to put the device back in the drawer. Mary felt a wonderful warmth in her crotch. She put a hand between her legs. The small triangle of her pubic hair was wet through her panties. She rubbed her crotch, working her cunt excitedly and looked at the dildo. The hot�ter she became, the more plausible the idea of her mother fucking her cunt with the prick shaped de�vice was.
Instead of putting the device back in the draw�er where it belonged, Mary rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. The fresh air felt sensational blowing across her velvety crotch. It made her cunt hole tingle that much more.
She tried to imagine her mother lying on her back with her legs parted, driving the baton up her hole.
Mary was embarrassed, but she had been em�barrassed the night she'd caught Daddy making love to her mother, and that hadn't stopped Mary from peeking down from the stairs while Daddy drove his cock up Mother's asshole. Already an itch had developed in her little cunt. It was like a small mosquito bite at the top of her vulva. The urge to scratch was so strong that she reached down and worked her fingers back and forth across the skin.
It felt good. Rubbing her cunt always made her feel good. When she was finished, her fingers were shining wet.
Which brought her attention back to the plas�tic thingamajig. Holding the plastic handle like a dagger, she opened once again and pushed the bullet like head along the inside of her thigh. Thrills of pleasure shot down along her taut white skin. She moved the smooth plastic tube up and down her leg, the tip barely touching her flesh.
The effect was fantastic! It felt so good that Mary sank into the bedding and moaned. Her fin�gers pushed the cock up and down. Her daddy had done the same thing to her mother, except her mommy had been flipped over on her stomach and Daddy had driven his dick between her but�tocks, into that other hole.
Still, the feeling was good. Before she knew it, Mary was wiggling out of her wet panties and working the round end into her soft mound. It felt good, tickling her itchy crotch. Goosebumps appeared on her thighs, then traveled up along her abdomen and around the tight curve of her buttocks. The bedsprings squeaked as Mary rocked back and forth. The plastic cock continued to stir pleasure into her cunt.
She knew it was wrong for a girl to play with her sex organs. Mary felt hot flashes of sensuality. She groaned, holding the stick like a man's cock. Now she knew the meaning of being swept away by passion. Stretching her cunt wide and using the plastic cock to trace lightly around her pussy lips, Mary felt a luxuriant, pleasing contentment.
It was a mixed blessing. The feeling was good because her virgin cunt glowed with unimagined pleasure. She vibrated like a tuning fork, yet the feeling was bad too, because there was no boy around who would mount her willing body and ram his fuck stick into her slot and make her a woman. Mary was causing all the excitement her�self, and even though she was alone and her panties were stinking wet and her cunt throbbed wildly and she knew no one would ever find out what she was doing to her crotch, Mary knew that mastur�bating was wrong. Maybe it was all right for a boy to frig his cock that was one thing but for a girl to jam things into her slit was quite another.
But wrong or not, Mary couldn't stop tickling her cunt lips. Her channel opened like a throat, ready to swallow the huge plastic prick. Mary resisted, but the damn thing felt too good to stop now. She wanted to feel the shaft. It was not enough just to climax. She had to feel the device go into her cunt.
She was still a virgin. In her cunt was her hymen. Pumping her thighs, she pushed the stick an inch through the spread labia. The plastic shaft felt warm and hard against her soft flesh. It was a delicious sensation. And what's more, she couldn't stop fucking herself with the stick now that she was using the shaft to drill into her cunt.
"Aaaaaahhh!" she gasped. Her mother had groaned when being fucked, and Mary knew why. Her cunt was experiencing what her mother's asshole had.
A sweet, throbbing sensation pervaded her skin. Holding the cock firmly, she inched her cunt hole down, wiggling her hips on the bed sheets. Her mouth opened and closed, holding back the scream. The terrible tingling shot through her body. Her cunt was itchy. Whatever feelings of guilt the young girl had quickly vanished, to be replaced by stirrings of deep satisfaction.
She had terrible guilt feelings. Closing her eyes, she saw hideous visions of her girl friend at prep school ramming a broom handle into her cunt. A throbbing started in her hot slot and worked through her pee hole, where it pulsed like an overworked muscle.
Her flesh spread open for the shaft, then sucked around the slippery plastic, gripping it like a holster grips a gun. It went in and in, then a sharp, piercing pain deep in her crotch made Mary scream. She stopped.
Pain swept through her abdomen and came to rest in the center of her brain. It was a terrible, screaming pain. She pulled back on the shaft, but that hurt, too. She took her hands away and breathed deeply.
Mary thought she had accidentally ruptured herself, but looking down at the rippled plastic handle that stuck out of her slit like a harpoon, she realized the pain came from her hymen or rather, what was left of her hymen.
"Oh! Ohhh!" she gasped.
Her eyes snapped open. The foot long cock was stuck deep in her cunt hole. She experienced a creepy sensation, as if she was watching someone else fucking with the stick. Her fingers trembled. She held the cock. Somehow, one finger flicked the button on the side.
The dildo began to hum in her snatch. She didn't feel much at first, just a low grade vibration, then power exploded in her womb. Her frazzled nerves balled tight, then erupted like a volcano.
"Yaaaaaa!" she screamed. Mary was scared shitless. She bucked on the bed and rolled around, grabbing at the dildo, unable to pull the device from her cunt. Her channel walls had collapsed around the plastic shaft, and nothing was going to drag the zinging shape from her twat.
Her hips rocked on the squeaking bed. She held onto the joy stick between her legs, her fingers squeezing the handle for dear life.
It was terrible, so terrible that Mary screamed again and again. It was so awful that her tiny clit�oris started to burn. Mary thought her bladder was going to betray her and let pee splash down on her sweltering thighs.
That's what she felt. She was much too excit�ed. The hum of the vibrating cock was music to her ears. Her twat climaxed once, twice, then again and again and again. There seemed no end to the number of times that her cunt could come against the plastic dick.
Mary was not about to stop. She kept fucking, working the shaft when her cunt went soft. She humped vigorously when her channel spasmed around the cock. On and on it went, until Mary was exhausted.
And the batteries were worn out.
CHAPTER THREE
Mary managed to find some new batteries for the dildo, but it wasn't long before her mother found out. Her stepfather was still in New York, his business trip stretched an extra week. He wouldn't be back until Mary was in school.
Mary knew she had to be careful around her mother, but she was a kid with a new toy. She couldn't stop going to the bedroom to use the dildo when her mother was away.
Rid of her hymen, Mary got to be an expert with the slender plastic cock. She learned how to work it into her cunt and massage the slippery channel walls with the tingling head and to tease the stubby clit button at the top of her snatch.
Mary was in the bedroom when her little secret was discovered. She was spread out on the bed, her tummy hugging the bedspread, her hand feeding dildo up through her cunt. She had pushed the head into her slit and turned over and was hunched up, her weight straining against her thighs, trying to push the dildo into her snatch with her fingers, when Jackie walked in.
Jackie had cut short her trip into Haven. She heard the moaning almost immediately. "What's . that daughter of mine doing?" she asked herself. | Deep down, she probably knew. Any woman could easily recognize the lusty resonance in the girl's voice. There was pain and pleasure in the way she moaned, a rhythmic cadence that suggested only one thing.
Still, Jackie was astonished. She walked in and saw the rounded cheeks of her daughter's ass staring back at her. Mary's thighs moved back and forth, and from the inverted V of her crotch protruded her dildo.
Jackie's white plastic dildo was jammed half�way up her daughter's cunt. Jackie stared, fascin�ated. The antique dealer, her lover, had bought it for her as a joke, but it was no laughing matter when the rounded head wormed its way into her cooze. Jackie had qualms about using the fuck stick, yet it was too much fun to throw away.
But her daughter! My God, Mary was ram�ming the stick up her cunt! The white handle looked obscene trailing out of her twat. She felt ill. She slumped against the wall.
Mary was moaning louder, talking to her dildo as if the vile thing were a lover. "Ohhhh, fuck me," Mary moaned.
Jackie's vision cleared. The room was filled with the stink of her daughter's weeping cunt. Jackie's nostrils flared. She had never smelled anything so disgusting in her whole life.
Anger pulsed through her veins. She was mad, her fingers balling into fists, ready to strike her daughter. How could she? she thought. How could her daughter do this to her?
Jackie spotted her daughter's rumpled blue jeans by the bed. A thin leather belt ran through the loops, the buckle gleaming in the sunlight. Amazingly, her daughter was not aware of Jackie's presence. Jackie stepped forward and gripped the belt free in one motion and brought the end down hard against her daughter's rump.
"Aaaaaaiiieee!!" Mary shouted.
The wonderful sensation in her cunt turned to pain. The leather snapped against her skin and the pain exploded through her nerves. At first she thought the dildo was responsible for the stinging sensation in her butt. It almost felt good. She jammed the baton deeper, feeling her twat lips suck on the plastic. Then the belt came down again, this time on the tender skin of her rump cheeks and Mary screamed out in pain. Again the belt found the mark, and again she fell, screaming with fright. She looked up at Jackie and revulsion filled her mind.
Revulsion tempered with fear. Her eyes were wide. Mary watched the belt raise high above her mother's head and then come down against her breast. The end found her pink nipple, still erect from the throbbing passion coursing through the walls of her cunt. "Yaaaaa!!" she screamed.
Jackie didn't say a word. She was full of hatred. The belt gave Jackie angry power, a way to fight back, and she used it skillfully.
Jackie studied the cringing figure of her daugh�ter with a cold, calculating stare. Her skin was feverishly hot. Sweat moistened her crotch and underarms. Her daughter was curled up in a ball at the head of the bed, clutching a pillow between . her trembling thighs. Jackie wanted to strip naked before her daughter's frightened gaze and then whip the shit out of her.
The dildo was on the bed, where it had popped out of Mary's cunt hole.
Jackie held out her hand. "Give," she said.
Quickly Mary reached for the dildo and handed ; it to her mother. The plastic rod felt unusually heavy in her palm when she closed her fingers tightly around the handle. It had been a long time since she had used the dildo. The plastic stick felt odd now. She looked at her daughter. Mary now lay on her back, her legs curled, but not so shut Jackie could not see the fluff of blonde pubic hair in her crotch. Below the hair was her raised, pouty cunt mound. Jackie held the dildo up. The shaft was gleaming with pussy juice. The room was filled with her daughter's sex odor. It hung in the air like a vapor cloud, covering them both.
"Mommy," began Mary. She was scared within an inch of her life. She had to do something. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. She was flooded with anxiety that paralyzed every nerve in her shivering body. It hurt to breathe, but Mary had to do something.
She couldn't lie still and let her mommy beat her with the leather belt. Maybe she deserved a beating for stealing the dildo... she felt guilty as hell. Looking up into her mother's hate filled eyes, then letting her gaze fall to the belt in her twitching hand, Mary knew pleading for mercy would do no good.
"Who said you could go into my room?" Jackie demanded.
Mary remained silent. What could she say?
Her mother held the dildo like a dagger. It was like she would use it on her own daughter's cunt.
Mary's muscles flinched and she felt a sharp pain in her asshole. Maybe she wants to use it there," Mary thought. It was a horrible thought, but a realistic one, considering the way her step�father had thrown her mother on the table and jammed his dick way up inside her rectum. Maybe that was Mother's way of getting off! She pulled the pillow between her thighs and felt her cunt press against the starched linen case. It tickled her wet twat. She pulled it away and noticed the tiny stain.
She was ashamed. Her hole was still wet from the dildo and her mother was going to whallop her for using it.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Mary murmured. "I had no right to take it."
Then the belt cracked and pain exploded on her shoulder. Mary screamed, grabbing her wound�ed flesh. Looking up, her eyes dancing frantically, she saw her mother's thin smile split at the cor�ners, exposing fine, white teeth.
She loves this, Mary thought. She's loving this.
Wait a goddamn minute. Mary was humiliated, but there were limits to every thing. Her blood beat fiercely in her chest. Already her mother's arm was coming back, ready to lash out again with the belt. This time, Mary was going to stand her ground.
The leather snapped once more. Mary grabbed the end as it came down through her breasts and snapped viciously at her cunt. The wet thatch of fur over her cunt turned to fire. She wanted to whimper and cry until the beating was over, but she knew if she submitted, the beating would go on and on. She grabbed the belt and yanked it away from her mother, who stood straight as a board, too surprised to move.
Mary pulled the belt back and lashed out. It missed Jackie completely. Her mother stepped out of the way, watching the leather tip sail past her face. One foot tripped. Suddenly the room was spinning madly. Jackie was falling and twisting at the same time. The room exploded with twink�ling stars as her head hit the door.
Jackie was knocked unconscious, her body sprawled on the floor like a sack of flour, and | above her stood her daughter, holding the whip and whimpering softly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bob Anderson hadn't seen his old buddy, Charlie Johnson, for three months. They had both worked for the same oil company, Textron, and were both in Iran, but somehow their paths never crossed after the first week.
Charlie had done some geological work and then was sent back to New York. When Bob ar�rived, his old buddy Charlie was at the door to meet him.
"Man, you look good," said Charlie, shaking hands.
Bob was a physical fitness enthusiast. He pri�ded himself on keeping fit. Charlie, on the other hand, hated exercise or at least he hated the jog�ging and weightlifting crowd. His idea of exercise was working ten hours a day at the office and then going back to his penthouse to have a small orgy with the teenage girls that always parked them�selves on his doorstep. "We had some good times in Teheran," Bob said.
'Those cathouses were something," said Charlie expansively. He leaned his chair back against the thick safety glass window. Forty stories below was Madison Avenue, with throngs of busy people hurrying in all directions. Bob hated the city. It | was expensive and dirty and congested and falling apart. Even the old expression, "It's a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there," had a false ring to it. Now the city wasn't even worth a visit.
A young secretary walked in with a pile of unopened mail to place on Charlie's desk. Bob stared at her long, shapely legs and her trim waist and curving bustline. She was twenty six, with the looks of an aspiring actress. He imagined her naked. Underneath the thin pantsuit and I sheer panties was flawless skin, smooth as velvet. Her pubes were gentle pink mounds, no doubt, and as she bent slightly to put the mail down, he wondered what her vulva was like. Pro�bably a nice smooth mound with a shag of scented pubic hair covering the swollen red lips of her cunt, he decided.
"Your mail, Mr. Johnson," the secretary said, very professional. She was not cold and business like, but she wasn't very warm either. She was sexy enough to give him a swelling in his crotch, but then every pretty girl turned Bob on. It's just the way he was.
"Honey, damn, I forgot your name," said Charlie, turning slightly in his chair. At the same time he gave Bob a knowing wink. "You dropped one on the floor."
"Indeed I did," said the secretary. She stooped over to fetch the white envelope, her dress rising several inches above the knee. It was hardly a suggestive motion on the secretary's part, but suddenly, Charlie's hand reached between her pearly white thighs and pushed up along her leg. His hand disappeared into her clothing. Bob sat watching it all, his wide open eyes seeing Charlie groping the girl's twat, but his mind refused to believe it.
But Charlie was. And from the position of his arm and the girl's bent figure, Charlie's finger just had to be up her cunt! My God, Bob thought. He's gone mad!
The secretary came alive as if jabbed in the ass by a pin. She leaped forward. "YAAAAAM!" she screamed. She turned around, appalled and fright�ened. It didn't really happen, she was thinking. It just didn't!
Charlie was chuckling. He held his finger up and took a sniff.
"Baby, you may be new to Textron Oil," he said matter of factly, "but that's one nice pussy." He licked his fingers lasciviously.
The secretary stumbled backward. "You bas�tard," she said, finding her voice. She had been too stunned to speak. "You filthy, lecherous bastard! I hope you rot in hell."
She slammed the door, leaving Charlie at his desk licking his fingers before a surprised Bob An�derson. "You can't do that shit," Bob blurted out.
"This isn't Iran, Charlie. This is New York, a soph�isticated city."
Indeed, New York was the biggest, most soph�isticated city in the United States. It was the place where the money was made, where the corporate deals affecting the lives of millions of people were drawn up, and where the beautiful people lived and screwed each other.
If New York had lost some of the tinsel and glamour that was associated with wealth and sophis�tication, it still had plenty of clout. The Big Apple would not put up with the crass lack of panache that Americans, especially those rawboned types who worked for oil companies, exhibited overseas. You didn't walk down the street sticking your hand between a woman's legs and expect to get away with it. At least not for long.
"We had some good times in Iran," Charlie ventured.
Bob didn't have to be reminded. Iran really wasn't his cup of tea. He didn't care for the curious customs of the Moslems, and if the truth were known, he was prejudiced against Arabs as a whole. They were a slimy, wretched race. When they weren't trying to kill each other, Arabs were try�ing to steal from tourists. The cities in the Middle East were filthy, the people disgusting and if there wasn't so damn much oil underneath all that worthless sand, Bob would have had no qualms about giving the whole mess over to the Israelis. Let them muck around in that godforsaken part of the world. Pave the whole bloody area with asphalt and call it a parking lot. Bob disliked the Middle East. But the dirty bastards did have some pretty children, whom they didn't mind sharing with their Western Imperialist friends.
He turned to Charlie and grinned. "Those were fine days," Bob admitted.
"Damned if they weren't," Charlie laughed. For a long moment, the two friends sat in si�lence, brought together by the memory of their adventures in Teheran.
Charlie turned in his swivel chair and said in a low, subdued voice, "Come on, Bob. I know this stinking cesspool of a city like the back of my hand. I'll show you a thing or two."
"Why not?"
Bob knew his friend and on the way down in the elevator, Bob started to worry. He wasn't sure about roaming the streets of New York look�ing for hot young pussy. He had a family back in Haven and a nice ramshackle farmhouse and a decent job that took him all around the world. An arrest now could be damaging. It was one thing to raise hell in a foreign country, but quite another to be doing the same in your own backyard. Bob didn't want to lose his wife. He didn't want to de�stroy the life he had made for himself.
"Maybe just a drink," Bob suggested.
Charlie just laughed. "Bullshit," he said, step�ping from the elevator. The doorman gave a nod as Charlie passed. "A few drinks where? In some club that charges four bucks a drink so you can get a hard on watching some cunt dance naked?" Charlie laughed. "Come on," he said. "I want to show you something."
The lot boy brought the black Ford sedan down the parking lot ramp with a screech. When Bob got in, he already had a thousand excuses not to go with his friend, but for some reason he could not make himself say no.
Charlie drove expertly through the knots of traffic that clogged the city streets. After the man Arabs in Teheran, nothing bothered him any more. There were no street lights, no signs, no traffic police. Cars were strange, silly things that ; drivers played with like toys. If you could drive ; in Iran's capital, then you could drive anywhere.
The streetlights came on. Charlie made several quick rights and a few lefts before driving down a dimly lit street with few cars on it. Up ahead, Bob saw flashing lights from several police cars.
"That's the station," Charlie said.
"What?"
Charlie laughed. "The police station," he said. "It's after six and the vice have already made their first bust for the evening."
"Why are we here?" Bob said. His blood was racing. Had his friend flipped out?
"The cops make the pinch," said Charlie, poin�ting toward the sidewalk where several girls hud�dled. "Then their pimps post bail and they get back on the streets."
Charlie pulled over to the curb and parked.
"Now we wait," he explained. "This is the best time. All the teenybopper hookers are out now. By nine, the older hookers have pushed the jailbait off their turf. Six is the best time for young | pussy."
Bob was too astonished to say anything. His pulse was up around one eighty and he was breath�ing heavily through his mouth. It took a while for the shock to wear off. My God, he thought. This is insane. I'm sitting outside a police station trying to pick up underage whores! This is unreal!
Charlie tapped him on the shoulder. Bob near�ly shot through the roof. "Easy, partner," Charlie said. "This is how things are done in New York."
A tall, thin girl, about fifteen, walked up to the car door and knocked on the window. She head a lean body and a loose, sensual way of walk�ing. Her small, well shaped breasts stuck through her skimpy blouse and even in the twilight there was no hiding her thumb size nipples. They were plump and rigid from rubbing against the blouse, or perhaps they were hard from the mouth of a lecherous New York cop.
"Open the door," Charlie said. "Let's look her over in the light."
Bob groaned as the hooker got in back. He looked in the rear view mirror, afraid to turn around. She had blonde hair, worn in loose, sexy ringlets. Her face was heavily made up, but there was no hiding her natural beauty. She had full, red lips that opened to reveal pearly white teeth and a lascivious tongue that flicked when she spoke. Her dark brown eyes sparkled brightly and Bob wondered if she wore contact lenses. She was a few pounds underweight, but other�wise she was a doll. Despite the nervousness brought on by the proximity of the cops, Bob felt passion swelling in his crotch. The whore's eyes never left his. Bob realized it was all part of the game, but it turned him on. Just looking at her pouting lips made him hard. He wanted to feel the warm sleeve of her throat sucking his prick. He realized how wrong that was, but it was foolish to lie to himself.
"Got a match?" the hooker said. She was chewing gum and snapping it into tiny bubbles with her teeth and tongue.
| "Baby, you're a dish," said Charlie, extending a lighter to the girl's cigarette. "How old are you, anyway?"
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"Twenty one," she answered.
'Too old," said Charlie. "We'll get somebody ! else."
; "Hold on," the hooker said defensively. "How ; old do you want me to be?"
"Fifteen," said Bob, realizing after the words left his mouth that fifteen was his daughter's age.
"All right," she said. "I'm fifteen. And if you care, my name is Jody and it's going to cost you : fifty bucks to talk to me any more."
Charlie just laughed. He was turning around. His eyes glazed over and his manner turned aggressive. Bob felt queasy. He knew Charlie well and he didn't like the way he was looking at the girl.
"Drop your blouse, honey," Charlie said. "Let me see your tits." Before she could respond, his hand came over the seat, grabbed a handful of satin blouse, and yanked.
The fabric ripped at the seams. Her small tits, with oversized nipples, popped out at Bob's startled eyes as if her fleshy mounds were mount�ed on springs.
"What the hell?" Jody said.
Charlie shut her up with a forceful slap across the face. His smile was gone.
"Now spread those thighs," he ordered. "I want to see that cunt. Come on, hike up that dress!"
Bob thought he was going to be ill. The whore was shaking with fear. She was next to the door, but there wouldn't be time to escape. Charlie could grab her by the throat and choke her half to death before she could scream.
"Get those thighs apart," he ordered.
Jody sank back in the seat. Her long thin legs spread out. Each foot touched one side of the car. Charlie reached down into Jody's curly snatch, grabbed a handful of pubic hair and pulled her hips forward.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Jody screamed. The poor girl was scared to death. Charlie pulled on her cunt hair like it was a handle. Bob watched, horrified as Charlie twisted his hand clockwise before releasing his hold.
Her cunt gleamed in the light. It was soft and white and the edges of her cunt lips were swollen. Bob followed the girl's cunt groove down along her snatch and through the bottom of her thighs where the ravine of her rump began.
It was a beautiful cunt. She was small and firm, which was surprising for a hooker. But then Jody was only fifteen years old. Bob went from her cunt to her bare chest. Her nipples seemed to glow in the light. They were so big and inviting that Bob wanted to reach over and start sucking.
"Well, go ahead, partner," said Charlie.
Bob snapped his head around and stared at his friend.
"I know what you're thinking," Charlie said. "We've been buddies for a long time."
Jody started to cry now and Charlie turned quickly to the backseat and slapped her twice hard across the cheek.
"Don't cry," he ordered, and Jody promptly stopped.
"Easy on her," said Bob.
"Easy, hell!" Charlie yelled. He pulled her face close, grabbing her by the neck, and squeezed until her tongue slipped between her trembling lips. He said, "Jody, dear, you're going to suck me off right this minute."
His pants were unzipped and his hard cock stuck out, flickering obscenely. Charlie pulled her head down toward the cock that stood like an obelisk from the V of his crotch.
Jody went for him. She was scared shitless,. For a moment, she thought this man was going to kill her. Fear had sapped her strength and now she was weak and helpless. There was nothing ( that could stop this man. She leaned forward and slid down the back of the seat. Her long, lean body was draped across the seat and her dress t hiked over her rump. Her mouth opened and her hot saliva met his rigid, erect shaft. Her saliva and then her tongue and then finally her sucking mouth found him.
"Hmmmm," Charlie gasped.
His cock pounded and he thought her mouth was too much and he was going to shoot his sperm down her throat right then. Maybe he had been a bit too rough with her, but certainly she had come around in a hurry. He disliked that snotty arro�gance that whores tried to pass off as dignity. He wanted women to grovel and squirm and feel fear of their masters. Charlie wasn't a sadist. He knew from experience that a woman needed a few whacks now and then to bring her around, and this Jody broad had really come around in a hurry. Her lips were going crazy on his hard shaft. She was using her mouth like a cunt on his throbbing dong. Her lips came up and down, rippling like a dream across his foreskin.
"Aaaahhh!" he groaned.
Her mouth was too damn good. It was virginal and fresh, or so it seemed. She was a whore after all, but not a very experienced one. How could anything so wonderful be experienced? She did so many wonderful things. With no warning, her tongue was curling around his hard pole like an eel. The raspy surface felt sensational, coating his foreskin with warmth. Her fingers came down and found his balls. Charlie had never allowed a woman to play with his nuts, but it felt damn good so he didn't say no. Her nails curled around his hairy sac, the tips squeezing his testicles until he groaned with ecstasy. He thought he'd die from so much pleasure. He laid his head back against the headrest and grabbed her by the ears.
"Hmmmm!" he gasped. Gently, he gripped her ears like the handles of a jar and moved her face up and down his tortured cock. It felt good using her face like a cunt! He didn't want her warm face to ever leave his crotch. It was much too nice to entrust to anyone else.
"Oh, oh! Oh!" Charlie gasped in an ecstatic burble as Jody sent chills running up his spine with tender quick licks of tongue on his penis.
Bob was cringing against the door. There were cops driving by every few minutes with fresh loads of hookers. There were girls on the street and even a few who walked by and peeked in to see what was happening.
If the girl wanted to do a hum job on Charlie, well, that was fine. A few minutes was all right Bob could wait that out. It was going to take longer than a few minutes. A hell of a lot longer! And he was scared. Tension strained his nerves to the breaking point. He couldn't help it. A knot formed in his stomach, balling him up.
He felt terrible. This Jody girl had his sym�pathy. He thought of his own daughter and felt his blood boiling. What if Mary were in a car right now being abused by some madman like Charlie?
Of course, that was different, Bob rationalized.
Jody's lips were slurping on Charlie's cock like a popsicle. He turned his head and watched her inverted face hunching his fuck stick. Charlie was drawing the girl's face down on his cock. She wasn't resisting. In fact, she was really into fucking. Her small breasts hung down. The huge nipples pointed at the ground and Bob felt another knot in his chest. This one was from anger.
All this time he had thought of his daughter Mary. Well, this girl was a whore. She was not his daughter and never could be. This Jody girl, who used her mouth like some girls used their cunts was no different than the silly Arab cunts. Char�lie had whipped them, and tonight he had beaten Jody.
Bob thought of twelve year old Arabic daugh�ters who thought it was a big silly game to squat over while Bob ram fucked their cunts from the rear. Their tight, juiceless cunt sleeves had been so nice! They squealed like all children squeal, but it was wonderful pussy. His balls ached just remembering how nice that pussy meat had been.
Bob was interrupted by Charlie's voice.
"This cunt is hot!" he shouted. "Come on, amigo. Fuck her! Fuck her cunt while she's hot."
Without thinking, Bob jumped in the back seat. He pulled his pants open, nearly ripping the fly apart. He stripped, then was squatting on the seat, his cock sticking straight up like a flagpole. The dim light reflected off the twin curves of her rump. He ran his palm up her trembling thigh and over the twin cheeks of her ass. Man, she was warm and soft all the way up to the pink ravine of her ass!
He reached deeper. His mind was in turmoil. Jody's lovely ass cheeks flexed against his hand. Bob was so excited that he nearly yanked her over the seat and forced her to squat on his peck�er, but she was still sucking on Charlie. The seat back would have to do.
Her ass looked nice, he thought, caressing her rump. There was no reason to dominate Jody like he had his wife. Jody was already broken in If he wanted to ass fuck this fifteen year old nympho, then he could just slide right in. Her butt was tight, but Jody would never say no she was too fucking scared. And besides, she dug sucking Charlie.
He could ponder her ass forever, but her cunt was wetting the vinyl seat and he remembered how her mound gleamed in the light. Now he wanted to fuck that gorgeous mound, and he was going to, right that minute.
He pulled up on her thighs. With a smooth,! upward movement, Bob guided his fuck pole through the ravine of her ass and found the puck�ered hole of her cunt.
Her hips lunged forward. She quivered against him. Her butt cheeks were fleshy, wonderful. He rode forward until her cunt lips sucked on his circumcised pole.
"Man, what a tight pussy!" he gasped.
Up he glided. Her tush spilled open and her channel received him. It was a wonderful sensation. Charlie screamed from the front seat, which meant only one thing. Bob laughed wildly. He pulled on Jody's ass cheeks and slid his cock into her sleeve and laughed and laughed.
There was nothing better than jailbait pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
He took the "red eye" flight home. There were only three other passengers on the flight, all businessmen, all sound asleep. That left him with three stewardesses. One was named Trixie, a curvaceous young thing with ripe breasts and slender hips. She gave him the two drink limit and promised him a third if he followed her to the front cabin.
It was a midnight flight and he was just another passenger. There was no way Trixie would see him again.
He started to say no. After all, he had just finished fucking the nicest piece of poontang he could remember and his cock was raw and ex�hausted. It hung like a Vienna sausage from his crotch. But a stewardess had never approached him before and his curiosity got the best of him.
"I could use a drink."
"Gin and tonic?" she said, splashing the con�tents of a one shot into a glass drink Trixie held at arm's length, motioning coyly for him to follow her to the bathroom. He did.
First class compartments are bigger and more pleasant than coach. The bathrooms are twice as big, too.
Bob held the gin and tonic while Trixie reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. She caressed him tenderly, massaging life into the flaccid, shriveled shaft. Bob started to grow in Trixie's hands.
He looked for a place to rest the gin and tonic as he wanted both hands free to work Trixie's smiling face back and forth across his prick.
Then he felt a tug on his cock. Trixie was smiling impishly as she held his hard on.
"I'd like the drink," she said. Then tugging on his cock, added, "And stir it, bartender."
It was game time, he thought. He pulled the glass down at his crotch and pushed his dick into the liquid. Bob stirred the contents with his prick.
"Twist of lemon," he said.
Trixie was agitated. She nearly fell off the commode. It was a game between them, one play�ed by grownups. Bob was an expert at games�manship. He stirred the liquid and pulled his cock from the glass. Frightened and trembling, Trixie watched him shoot several drops of pee into the drink and then stir again.
"Drink up," he said, grinning. He had to laugh. Trixie was a silly cunt who tried to embarrass men by being very up front about sex. He knew the type. Trixie was up front about sex without really knowing anything about it. He blamed women's lib for turning a generation of good looking pussy into a bunch of intellectual marshmallows.
"Drink," he ordered again.
Trixie held the glass to her mouth, then, clos�ing her eyes, swallowed the whole thing in three gulps.
No sooner was she finished than Bob had her dress hiked up around her waist. He clawed at her panties. Trixie didn't resist.
She was so excited that she nearly orgasmed when he found the elastic band of her panties and tore them off.
"I feel so strange," she moaned. The tingle in her hole was fantastic. Her cunt was all drippy wet with pungent smelling juice.
Bob wiggled his cock up her thigh and held her by the butt cheeks while he fed dick into her slot.
Trixie closed her eyes and groaned as Bob en�tered her cunt. But his slamming her rump against the compartment wall and fucking her cunt with slam bang strokes brought her eyelids open in a hurry.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she cried. She dug her nails into his shoulders. Her cunt squeezed down on his fuck stick. She pushed her silken mound against his cock, throwing her clitoris against his hard belly like a match against a striker and her body erupted in one orgasm after another.
Trixie came once, then again and again and again. Her cunt never stopped working magic. She was wildly wet and soft as silk and when his prick exploded, she was too exhausted to do anything.
Her cunt sleeve sucked his juice and her butt wig�gled and her hips thrust until he leaked down both sides of her thighs. His come splashed every�where.
Bob groaned, then eased off, letting Trixie drop to the floor and finish her sexual labors by sucking him dry. Her wet, frantic mouth felt sensational around his cock.
Trixie was a goddamn joy! She was a real find. After draining his balls down her throat, he re�moved two one dollar bills from his wallet and stuffed them into her cleavage.
"Thanks for the drink," he said, then walked out of the compartment, leaving Trixie slumped, sperm dripping from her lower lip.
The flight home had been a pleasant surprise. It had been a good trip all the way around, so, stepping off the plane in the wee hours of the morning, he was not ready for the surprise his wife had waiting for him.
He spotted her in the passenger waiting room, her face puffy from crying. There were deep black marks under her eyes, bags caused by sleep�lessness. She ran across the linoleum and threw her arms around Bob.
"Mary has run away!" She broke into tears and cried against Bob's shoulder.
CHAPTER SIX
The first three days, driving across the coun�try wasn't bad. Mary had been lucky. Well, almost lucky. She had run from the house after knocking her mother unconscious, knowing she had to get away, but not certain where to go.
If only her father had been home! But he hadn't been and she had to make up her own mind in a hurry.
Stumbling through her bedroom, Mary gath�ered things up and ran. Her mother was lying by the bed, knocked out cold. Maybe I killed her, thought Mary. Even as she ran down the rutted road, her lungs screaming for air, Mary thought about the highway up ahead. The road that would get her away from home, away from her mother.
The sky was black as ink. She had no idea what time it was. Perhaps it was late and no car would stop. She had never hitchhiked before. It was so new and terrifying that she wanted to break down and start sobbing, but she couldn't. There wasn't time. Her mother was back in the bedroom, maybe getting up right at that moment. Mary put her thumb out at a fast moving car. The headlights grew bigger. She was blinded for a moment as the car whizzed past. Her dress blew up around her waist. Mary realized she had wet her panties.
She touched her crotch. Her pubic hair was wet all right, but not from pee. It was lubricant leaking out of her slit like sap oozing from a tree.
There was nothing coming down the highway. The wind kicked up, bending the elephant grass along the drainage canals at the side of the road. A harvest moon cast a glimmer of light. The coun�try was peaceful. Mary could just hear the blue jays whooping it up in the oak tree at the side of the driveway. Terror held her in a powerful grip. Her knees knocked together.
Mother is up. I know she is. And she's calling the police right this minute!
Down the road she saw two faint dots of light streaming from headlights. She knew it was a truck. The headlights were too high for a passenger car.
I'm getting on that truck, she told herself. I don't care if he runs me over. I'm going to stop him! The blood pounded in her temples, blurring her vision. The truck came closer and closer. There was no hesitation on Mary's part. She stood at the shoulder, waving her bag, getting the driver's at�tention. Her dress blew up again, exposing her wet panties. This time she didn't fluff the hem down. She let her dress blow free. No man could resist such a sight. A lone female hitchhiking at night with her dress flying about? Mary realized what happened to young girls who hitchhiked alone. She could be raped. A terrifying thought, but she accepted the possibility.
If she was raped she would not fight. Waving her arm, she felt secure with this knowledge. The truck was slowing down. It was a huge machine with an enormous trailer.
On the passenger door were half a dozen li�cense plates. Mary spotted one from California. She let out a joyful whoop.
"California, Mister?" she asked, crawling up into the seat. The driver was a burly man, with two days' growth of beard covering his fleshy cheeks. He had shoulder length hair, held out of his eyes by an Indian headband.
"Just get in, lady," he said. The door shut behind her with the hissing sound a passenger bus makes. "I'm in the middle of the road and damned if I want to get run down by the fuzz."
The truck started off. She watched him work�ing the gears and felt a chill along her spine. The wind was blowing outside and, as they drove on, she looked back and thought she saw the porch light go on. She couldn't be sure. Besides, it didn't matter any more. The truck was moving briskly along the two lane highway, away from the house. Away from her mother's grasp.
Mary must have dozed off for a moment. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the truck had parked off the shoulder. The driver was next to her, his hands stroking her thigh.
"Sweetie," he whispered. "You're just beauti�ful."
Mary cringed away. Her hand went to the door handle immediately, but she made no motion. If it was going to happen... she thought, it was going to happen and nothing she did was going to stop it. Her body shook uncontrollably. Her blouse was open and the cool air hardened her nipples. She moved awkwardly on the seat, her butt squeaking against the leather.
"You smell ripe as a Macintosh apple," he leered. His breath smelled of cigarettes and pepper�mint Lifesavers and he was sucking air in hard, panting like a dog in heat. His hand snaked under her blouse and toyed with her nipples until she wanted to scream. Her legs opened just enough for him to fish through her thighs and massage her furry cunt pelt.
"Damn, you are ripe as they come," he giggled.
It was not the way one talked to a woman. Fred Newman realized that and he felt guilty if only for a moment. His family may have been poor, but they were closely knit. No one blamed Newman for lacking manners.
But this girl was something else. She was blonde and fair skinned and her blue eyes twinkled like stars. She had small breasts, but they were firm, fleshy mounds with hard nipples that jutted out like pencil erasers. He had never met a woman like Mary before.
As his hand started moving up and down her thighs, she didn't try to stop him. That infuriated him at first. Maybe she's a hooker, he thought. But then he found her slot, all nice and wet. His finger went between her cunt folds, jerking in and out like a berserk billy club, drawing away from her firm, juicy twat only to ram back in.
This girl was no hooker. Damn, she was a nice piece of tail to be out on the road looking for a man. Fred didn't understand the young girls these days. He was only twenty five himself, but he felt like an old man next to the youngsters growing up these days. They did anything for a thrill. It was amazing. Girls would fuck and lick and suck damn near anybody just for the pure joy of having tried something new. His father would have been disgusted, but Fred wasn't.
He turned on like an electric train. His cock was so hard he was afraid sperm would shoot out the end before he could jam the wedge shaped head into Mary's slippery cunt. His hand was wet from her juice. Her little cunt was tight as a but�ton. She squirmed like an eel against his wiggling fingers. She was hot real hot. The smell of her cunt filled the truck cab. It hung like a thick cloud and the heat of their twisting, thrusting bodies made them both sweaty.
Mary was excited. She didn't know what was happening to her, but it was absolutely tremen�dous, whatever it was. Her crotch rose and fell and she cried, "Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YES!"
She was going to explode like a firecracker. The feeling of a man's finger in her cunt filled her body with so much pleasure that Mary won�dered how long she could stand it. She wiggled on the seat, clutching for his cock. Her hand was shaking when she found the cylinder of prick. Fred's cock was long enough, but he was so amaz�ingly thick her fingers could barely get around the outside. He was so big it took her breath away. Her cunny was soaked and leaking juice at a wild pace, but feeling his cock made her crotch even hotter.
He'll rip me in two! His cock is so big! That dildo was big, but nothing like this cock. He's built like a fireplug!
"Come here!" Fred ordered. Her fingers were jerking his foreskin and he hated to make her stop, but he wanted to fuck. He had to fuck, and it had to be soon!
"Spread your legs!" he snapped.
She did. Fred nearly climaxed when he pushed her dress up across her chest and saw her gleaming cunt. The smell was fantastic. It made his mouth water. The sight of her swollen cunt lips, pushed back, exposing the pink flesh underneath, made his cock ache.
Fred pulled her thighs. She was loose, excited and willing. Something seemed to seize her whole body. Rockets exploded in her nerves. Mary tugged on his cock like a subway strap. The torpedo shaped dick came closer and closer.
The girl gasped. She twisted on the seat, her thighs spread flat and her buttocks hunched up forming a nice mound. Fred said nothing. He pushed the head of his cock into the mound and began to penetrate.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed.
Fred didn't stop pushing his pecker into her fast opening cunt hole. She was screaming under�neath him and he could smell her breath as she panted in his face.
"Hurrrrry!" Mary moaned.
Sweat poured from Fred's face. He folded his hands behind Mary's wiggling butt and pulled her cunt sleeve up, using her rump cheeks as handles. His legs trembled as his prick found her softness. He was feeling her sucking cunt warmth all around his inflamed fuck wand and nothing could make him stop, absolutely nothing!
Staring down at her face, he said, "Fuck, baby. Fuck with that nice, wonderful cunt!"
Fred dropped her butt and followed her crotch to the vinyl seat. His cock rammed into her soft channel, driving deep into her sex hole. Her lis�some body arched up to grab his cock securely. Her nipples were thick and fat and inviting. Fred buried his head into her breasts, his mouth finding the pulsating ends as his tongue came down hard, licking wildly.
Mary screamed!
His cock stuck in her belly like a fire hydrant. Her little virgin hole was being fucked by an ani�mal. His mouth sent jolts of pleasure to the ends of her tits. His hard dick and wet mouth made her nerves explode like firecrackers. Her hole was hot and moist. It fit around his pecker like a glove a wet, sticky glove! Each twitch of his cock sent new spasms of pleasure roaring through her cunt.
Her skinny body came alive. Despite his over�whelming weight advantage, Mary lifted her hips off the seat and took him with her! She was pos�sessed with inhuman strength. Fred groveled on her body, sucking her tits and fucking her cunt. His balls swung between her thighs, banging against her flesh with every thrust of his pumping hips.
Her pussy shrunk down. It grew tighter and tighter until her vagina was raw from fucking. Mary knew nothing about fucking, except that it felt so goddamn good she didn't want it to stop.
Not ever!
"Oh, oh, I feel funny," Mary gasped. Her vagina was all wrinkled up like a raisin. His cock was still going lickety split up her twat and she didn't know what to think, and then she shrieked out her wild climax and her cunny gripped the thrusting pecker and held him so tight he couldn't move.
"Yaaaaa!!" Fred yelled. His pecker grew big�ger and bigger and finally exploded in her cunt, showering the drawn walls with thick, hot sperm.
His come burned a trail through her belly. It felt like a hot poker being shoved into her slot, but there was no pain, none at all, just wonderful pleasure as her pussy soaked up his juice like a sponge.
She collapsed on the seat and pumped her thighs. Her cunt was all liquid fire and that was fine.
That was fucking fantastic!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary was gone.
She had run away from home and the police didn't have a single clue to her whereabouts. The sheriff's deputy had been little help.
He had tried to comfort Bob Anderson that night when he came running into the substation, screaming about his missing daughter.
"Runaways usually come back within twenty four hours," the deputy said.
Well, it had been a week and Mary wasn't home, and it didn't look like his darling daughter was going to come home. Filled with fear and an�ger, he had returned home ready to kill.
His wife had gotten in the way.
He remembered the scene vividly. It could never be erased from his mind.
Fred forced Jackie to sit down and tell him everything. She was reluctant at first, but he was not taking no for an answer.
Jackie rambled on about finding their daughter using the giant dildo she kept in her bedside table. It had been an accident, Jackie explained, wiping the tears from the comers of her eyes. She hadn't meant to overreact. It just happened.
"She's my daughter, too!" Jackie screamed.
Bob listened quietly, nodding his head as his wife rambled on with her monstrous story. The anger built inexorably. He tried to imagine his daughter, experimenting with sex for the first time, being discovered by her enraged, half crazy mother. It made him feel sick. He was so angry he wanted to puke.
No wonder she ran away, Bob thought. His fifteen year old daughter was probably never coming home again. Maybe it had been all right once for a girl to take off from home for a few days. But after New York, after seeing how run�aways ended up, Bob knew how terrible leaving home could be.
He remembered Charlie grabbing that poor, scared prostitute by the cunt hair and pulling her across the seat. Maybe somewhere, right that min�ute, some perverted bastard was doing the same thing to Mary.
His poor little girl!
The hurt welling inside him was unstoppable. The grief made him irrational. It drove him crazy.
"Get the dildo," he told his wife.
She quietly obeyed. Jackie went to the bed�room and returned, holding the long plastic cock out for her husband.
It was an enormous thing, the biggest he had ever seen, even bigger than the ones the whores in Paris used. He gripped the handle and studied the long white shaft. He tried to imagine this fearsome device stuck in his daughter's cunt. The shaft was filled with batteries, and it was capable of produc�ing a thousand volts of electric charge. It had the power of a cattle prod and he imagined that electric current exploding against the tender mem�branes of his daughter's twat.
"Take off your clothes," he said quietly.
"Do what?" his wife said, rising off the chair. Her voice quavered. She couldn't believe her ears. "Do what? Like hell I will!"
She made a break for the door, but Bob's leg caught her ankles. She spilled heavily to the floor.
After that, everything seemed to blur together. He remembered ripping away her clothes and throwing them aside. His wife screamed and kicked like a wild mare, but he had her down and nothing escaped his vise like grip.
His cock grew hard. It pushed against his pants. He was horny, there was no denying that. His wife was fantastic no matter how you fucked her, but he wasn't searching for pleasure at least not the type he was used to. He was going to punish his wife. It was only fair, especially after the cruel way Jackie had treated his daughter.
Spreading her thighs, Bob grabbed the dildo and pushed the conical head up through her quiv�ering rump cheeks and against the pink button that was her asshole.
"You bastard, I'll kill you!" Jackie screamed. She twisted backward with surprising force and bit him on the leg.
Bob screamed. Her teeth sank into his muscle, breaking the skin.
"Cunt!" he roared, backhanding her across the face. The blow snapped her head back. Blood rushed to her cheek. For a second, she forgot about her butt. Her muscles went soft as modeling clay. It wasn't much time, but it was enough for Bob to take the torpedo shaped cock and ram it into her sphincter.
"Aaaaaiiieeee!!" Jackie screamed.
Her hips shot toward the ceiling. If her butt hole hadn't been so soft the dildo would have split her ass open. As it was, Bob had really stretched the little hole all out of shape. He buried the arti�ficial cock a foot inside his wife. The rounded head pressed against her rectum.
Then he turned on the fuck wand!
Her rump cheeks snapped shut and her body went straight as a board. She began to vibrate. She shook and shimmied like a belly dancer, lying on the floor. Only her buttocks showed any motion.
"Oooooo!" she gasped.
Her voice was low and mournful. He watched her face contort with passion. Her eyes had a fun�ny glazed look, as if she were looking through him at something far distant.
Bob reached for her buttocks, all set to start ramming the fuck stick in and out of her puckered asshole. He stopped abruptly.
There was no need. She started screaming and kicking and humping all at once. The dildo crackl�ed in her rectum. It sent jolt after jolt of electric shock up her butt.
And that's how Bob Anderson left home to go search for his missing daughter with a plastic dick shoved up his wife's asshole!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It took five days to get to California, and by that time Fred and Mary were good friends. She was loose and carefree with him, behavior which was unusual for Mary. At home she was so prim and proper. Fred was a nice guy, and after a shave and shower at one of the truck stops, he looked handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
The Southwest was hotter than she had ex�pected. The truck had no air conditioning, and after a little prodding, she decided to take her clothes off and ride naked.
"How do you feel?" Fred asked.
She was covered with a thin layer of sweat and the seat was wet from her flesh. A truck roared by and the driver, spotting Mary bouncing up and down, gave a blast of his air horn.
"I feel wonderful," Mary said.
Indeed, she had no idea running away from home could be so nice. The girls' school had bred a lifestyle so rigid into her that it seemed suffocating.
Fred's way of life was totally different. He was the salt of the earth, a truck driver who was happy driving back and forth across the country.
The only part she didn't like was the loneli�ness. How he could put up driving alone for days and even weeks at a time she didn't know. Mary could never do it. She needed people around her.
The trip came to an abrupt end just after they climbed into the mountains on the way into San Diego.
"I'm going to leave you here," Fred said. She asked why.
"Cops will bust my ass if I'm caught with an underage girl," he said. He didn't want to let Mary go, but he had to. He'd go to jail for sure if the state cops found jailbait cunt sitting in his truck. Besides, it was against the insurance regs for an unauthorized passenger to drive with him.
"I understand," she said.
"Now use that sleeping bag I bought you," he instructed.
Mary started to tremble. He had bought her blue jeans and several blouses and the sleeping bag. She didn't mind that he was married and had five kids waiting for him back in Missouri. He was still all right with her.
He left Mary in a place called Jacumba, a small, dusty town in the high desert. It was hardly big enough to call a town. Just a few blocks of small shops, most crumbling and in need of repair. Jacumba had been a resort town during the first decades of the century, catering to the farmers who lived in the Imperial Valley. Underground sulphur springs brought in arthritis sufferers and made Jacumba a well known place.
As Mary walked down the main street, the dusty town came alive. A three story hotel, built when the main highway ran through the town, stood out like a desolate monument. The hotel was boarded up, except for a few rooms on the first floor. The new freeway took travelers else�where. Jacumba was a ghost town. She wondered how the hell she was ever going to get a ride to San Diego.
A big green car with a flashing light came sliding to a halt.
"Hitchhiking is illegal," said a heavyset man, emerging from the driver's seat. He whipped out a ticket book and demanded to see her driver's li�cense.
"I don't drive," she said.
"Then let me see some ID," ordered the cop, "or I'll lock you up."
She presented a school identification card which the cop hurriedly copied down. He tore a ticket from his book and handed it to her.
"Don't get caught hitchhiking again," he said. "And get a state license or in the jug you go!"
Ha! Welcome to California, Mary thought as the beefy cop strutted back to his green car. The truck driver had bought her clothes and the sleep�ing bag, but she had very little money. Not enough, anyway, for a bus ticket into San Diego. She watched the sheriff as he stomped on the accelerator. The car disappeared in a swirling cloud of dust and a roar of screeching tires.
Now what, she thought, hefting the sleeping bag. She trembled as she watched the car. The last place in the world she wanted to land was in jail.
Just then a white Cadillac made a U turn in the main street and pulled up next to Mary. She bent down, but couldn't see the driver through the tinted window.
Not that it mattered. It was a ride out of town, and that was the only thing important to Mary. She had to get away from this city. Maybe this guy could give her a lift into San Diego... at least to a gas station.
Her heart was pounding as she sat down in the front seat. Mary was in a tight spot. She needed the ride desperately. The deputy was bound to be coming back and he would be watching for her. Well, I'll do anything I have to, thought Mary. Besides, after Fred, and those wonderful hours spent in the cab of his truck, she wasn't opposed to hitching rides in exchange for small favors.
Ned Rider couldn't believe his luck. He had dropped a girl off in El Centro and now he had this beautiful doll on the way back. His cock was hard in anticipation. When the hitchhiker jumped in, he was surprised at how tall and how young she looked. It was his lucky day, all right.
"I saw the cop," he said.
"He told me not to hitchhike," Mary answered. "Where to?"
"San Diego."
Ned grinned. He was horny already. It was too far to drive all the way to San Diego when he could just pull off the road and have a few thrills. He knew it was wrong. The girl was probably under�age, and his ass was in a sling if the sheriff caught him. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl's slim hipped figure. She wore no bra and her nip�ples jutted out nicely under the cowboy shirt. The girl looked young enough to be his daughter, and his daughter was a real piece!
Five miles out of town, he found a crossroad and took it.
"Hey, where are you going?" said Mary.
"Baby, just start undoing your pants," said Ned. "Don't matter where we're headed."
He fully expected the girl to start screaming or lunge at the steering wheel. The doors locked electrically by a small button underneath the steering column. He wasn't afraid of her jumping out the door.
But he wasn't prepared for what came next. She started unbuttoning her shirt and before he could brake the big car to a halt, she was half stripped and had her tits jiggling before his start�led eyes.
She was young, he thought, staring at her breasts. She wasn't even halfway developed. Ned's daughter was seventeen and she looked a hell of a lot older than this gal. What was he doing? This girl was too goddamn young. He felt dazed by the impact of his own actions. He tried to stop Mary from taking her clothes off, but he couldn't get the words out. He watched helplessly as Mary un�zipped her blue jeans and pulled them off.
"Beautiful," he croaked. And she was. In a moment of weakness, he grabbed her thighs and drove his face into her crotch.
Immediately, Mary went for his cock. She felt his lips sucking on the crotch hair, pressed down by the sheer panties she wore. His lips groped on her cunt as he pulled off her panties. Mary was scared, though she was good at hiding her fears. Still, when his tongue started playing with her clitoris, Mary forgot herself. She reached for the small tent rising from his crotch and gripped it tightly.
Ned groaned. "Ohhhh," he said, lifting his face.
She was fooling around with the fly catch, trying to unzip his trousers and pull his cock free before he stripped her naked and started eating her cunt. She was finished if his wet tongue touch�ed her naked skin. She finally found the metal tag and in one motion unzipped his fly. Ned's cock jumped free of his pants and up at her face. She grabbed hold of his prick and put her mouth over the bullet shaped head.
"Yaaaaaa!!" he gasped. He raised his face from her crotch and then jammed a finger into the girl's weeping slit. The labia folded back like the covers of a well worn book and his finger found the soft wetness of her hole.
Oh, that was fine pussy, he thought. There was a frantic movement of hips brought on by the sud�den penetration of her cunt and Mary suddenly came unglued.
"Aaaahhh!" she gasped. 'That feels so good!"
She clutched his throbbing cock. It stuck straight up in the air. It was enormously long and straight. Mary could hold him with two fists and still the wedge shaped head would stick out of her top hand. He was not built stout and fat like Fred, but the enormous length made her tremble inside.
Mary didn't want to wait another second. "Hurry!" she said, moving her hips off the seat so her crotch was forced down to his double fist sized cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt! Fuck me NOW!"
Ned was not nearly as hot as Mary was for fucking. He loved eating choice poontang. He had a thing about cunt lapping. It was one pleasure that turned him on fast as hell. He loved eating cunt more than the girls did, so he was reluctant to plunge into Mary's hole until she arched her hips up so her butt hole was staring him in the face.
Her anus was like a red eye looking back at him. He wiggled across the few inches that sep�arated their bodies and rose up between her thighs and let Mary's hands guide his dick toward her slot.
Man, you'll really be in deep shit if you don't get some self control.
At the last moment, he pulled from her cunt and pushed his dick against her pink sphincter. Surprisingly, she didn't resist him at first. He felt the raisin hole muscle open for the head of his cock and he was in almost up to the crown of his circumcised flesh before she slammed her legs shut.
"Sorry," he gasped.
Desperately he steadied her twisting hips while maneuvering his dick up to her cunt. There was no denying the girl's cunt was wet and in�viting. He loved the soft, slippery warmth of a woman's hole. It was a hangup he had with a young girl's asshole. He knew it was wrong. He had felt this desire since he had pulled down his daughter's pants and whacked the hell out of her butt for stealing.
His daughter's creamy white butt had been almost too much for him. He got a hard on beat�ing her butt, of which he was terribly ashamed. Then he had thought of going one step further. It shocked him that his mind was capable of con�ceiving of such horror, but there was no denying his desire. Every time he saw a young girl he was reminded of his daughter spread over the bed and he felt terrible. Her buttocks had gleamed like a freshly polished jewel, so soft and inviting. She flexed her buns and he saw the nice dark ravine and his whole body shook because he wanted to be in there. Inside her butt with his cock!
He turned his thoughts away from his daughter and concentrated on the young girl writhing under his thrusting prick. His hard shaft was stuck tightly inside, like a sword stuck inside a scabbard.
It was sensational. Her cunt radiated heat to his throbbing cock. Boy, it was nice the way she bounced her darling rump up and down against the seat so her cunt worked his dick like a sopping wet mouth would suck a lolly pop!
He groaned, moving his hips, wishing his dick would come quick so he could get away. His balls hurt like hell. They were full of sperm and all set to unload, and yet he couldn't get his mind off her asshole.
Even hearing Mary scream didn't help. She was yelling up a storm, begging him to come. His head began to spin. He felt a stab of pain in his gut, like he was going to be sick. He coaxed his dick into Mary's squishing hole.
Suddenly she couldn't stand the intense fuck�ing any more and her cunt crashed down hard around his fuck pole. "Aaaaaiiieeee!" she gasped. Her cunt was hot as a furnace. Her belly muscles drew up tight and her cunt began to flutter and her hips came up off the seat in a single movement. Why didn't he come? She felt her nerve endings tense, then crackle like an electric current had passed through them. The air rushed out of her lungs. She screamed, humping, jerking her hips for his come.
But Ned was too excited. He said to hell with Mary's cunt and jerked his fuckbone free and buried the bulging head against the raw, red hole of her butt.
He pushed in about an inch, but she went hard against his prick and his strength was gone. Sud�denly his sperm splashed into her butt, coating her tender thighs. His juice was draining out of him and into Mary's ravine. She clamped his penis with her buns, milking his spurting wand with her buttocks.
"Ohhhh!" he gasped. The thrill was sensa�tional. It wasn't his daughter, but it could have been. Mary was a nice looking bitch, anyway.
"Whaaaaa!" Mary roared. She felt his hot soup all over her butt. She opened her eyes. His cock had popped from her fuck hole and was now spurting jizz all over her asshole.
Her cunt was exhausted, but she was mesmer�ized by Ned's fat prick. He was gripping the rounded end like a miniature fire house. Working his tube back and forth, Ned sprayed juice all over her butt cheeks. Mary thought it was horrible, but every movement of her ass only gave him a better target to shoot at.. Besides, she was too tired from her climax to resist. His hot come felt good splashing against her rump. It was strange but it didn't feel bad at all.
Ned was mesmerized by her buttocks. Only after his sperm stream dribbled down to a trickle and his cock started to collapse did he come out of his trance. He looked at his sperm. It covered her butt and some had splashed in her ravine. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach.
"Get out," he shouted. Unlocking the master switch, he pushed her onto the road. Oh, God he had really gone over the edge this time! He slam�med the door and threw the car into gear. Mary was pounding on the door, but he wasn't listening. The car roared off, shooting a roostertail of dirt in Mary's face.
She watched helplessly as the car raced down the road. She fell to the ground and started to cry.
The bastard had her clothes and her sleeping bag.
CHAPTER NINE
The sheriffs substation was ten miles from Haven. But the sickly green pain that covered the walls, the old metal desks and the stacks of forms and piles of paperwork sitting on tops of file cabinets made the substation look like just one more public office building.
The deputy sheriff, a ruggedly built six footer with short black hair and a bristled moustache, looked like just another cop. His name happened to be Bruce Burns and he was a friend of Bob Anderson's.
"So Mary ran away," Burns began, swinging a leg up on the desk. He flipped open a smudged manila file on his desk. "You know what the bot�tom line is on runaways?"
"I don't care, Bruce," said Bob. "I just want my daughter back."
"And so would half a million other fathers who's kids ran off."
Anderson bit down on his molars until his jaw hurt, trying not to lose his temper with Burns. It was Mary, his own daughter, and he needed all the help he could get to bring her back.
Burns detected the sudden change in his friend and switched his tactics. Scaring Anderson with grim facts was not going to solve anything, and it might push Burns himself off the deep end.
"I'll be straight with you," said Burns. "If she's been gone a week I'd say she's either headed toward Florida or the West Coast."
"Why?" Anderson asked stupidly.
"Because runaways are looking for a change in their lives. They want something different. Excite�ment, new experiences, call it what you will."
Burns got up from his desk and paced back and forth across the small office. "So what part of the country spells magic to a teenage kid? Florida or California."
Anderson felt a crushing weight on his should�ers. "That narrows it down to about twenty five million people."
Losing a daughter in California was like drop�ping a needle in a haystack. He had never been to the West Coast. He had a mental picture of a once pretty area of mountains and lush valleys by the ocean, now paved over with freeways and cluttered with people. California had never held dreams for Anderson. He thought the place sucked.
"I don't think finding Mary will be that hard," said Burns.
"She's alone, without much money and she's new at this game," Burns said. "She's bound to get picked up and have her name run through the Telex, which puts her name on a computer tape for 72 hours. We run a check every day and, bingo, we find her." Burns sat back in his chair trying to show confidence. It didn't work.
"What are you holding back?" Bob asked.
Burns considered lying to Anderson, or at least leaving out a few details about runaway girls and what usually happened to them. Perhaps Mary might be luckier than the rest of the teenagers he had run across, but the odds were heavily against it. Burns was a realist and his training and exper�ience had stripped him of any illusions about his work. If he knew anything it was human behavior. The scenario was black and white. Anderson might not know all the details, but Burns, looking at An�derson's grim expression doubted it. The bastard wants to know, Anderson thought. Well, then, I'll tell him.
"Come on," Anderson said, swinging out of the swivel chair. "I've got something to show you first."
He picked keys off a hook and walked to the metal door with the barred windows that led to the holding pens. Anderson followed closely behind, his heart pounding in his chest.
They walked down the narrow aisle between the jail cells, past the drunk tank, down to the very end. Anderson could hear voices.
"Hitch hikers we picked up late tonight," said Burns, spinning the ring of keys on his fingers. "We'll hold them tonight and let them go in the morning."
Anderson recognized the voices, but he was still surprised to see girls locked behind bars. There were three of them, and judging from the first girl nearest the cell door, they weren't over sixteen.
"Terrible," he whispered. He told himself over and over again that his daughter wouldn't end up like these girls. Mary was his daughter she was different from the rest. But, fathers across the country were saying the same thing to themselves. It was self deception. His daugh�ter might very well end up in a sheriff's holding pen somewhere. Perhaps she was in one right that moment.
"Hey, what the hell!" Burns shouted.
"What's the matter, sheriff?" sneered the girl nearest the door. "Is it illegal to have a little fun now and then?"
Anderson looked past the whorish looking girl, wondering what the commotion was about. Then he saw it. The two companions were sleeping on the bunk. They were squirming about like worms in water. Anderson's eyes were riveted to the two twisting bodies, seeing them, not believing.
"My God, the two cunts are eating each other!" said Anderson.
He was amazed. He couldn't take his eyes off them. They groped each other's cunts. Anderson was shaky all over. His dangly cock rose suddenly. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. The sight of the girl's hot, sucking mouth rimming the swelled lips of her lover's cunt made him hot.
"Jesus, Burns, does this happen all the time?" he asked. Burns nodded weakly. He couldn't open the door or the broads might make a break for it. All he could do was sit back and watch.
Suddenly the girl inside started to laugh. "Man, that's a righteous hard on, buster," she said. "Why don't you stick it through the bars and let me suck you off!"
He studied the girl's young face. She couldn't be a year older than his own Mary, and she was asking him this terrible thing. He couldn't deny that the offer was tempting. Anderson would love having her suck his balls dry.
He wondered... right that moment, was his daughter behind bars?
And maybe she was making the same offer. An offer that any normal man couldn't refuse!
CHAPTER TEN
"Can I have a blanket?" Mary asked in a tre�mulous voice. The jailer, a heavyset man with thin�ning hair and beady eyes, looked up from the girlie magazine and smiled.
"You think this is a hotel?" he answered.
"No," she said. "I'm cold."
He wasn't going to be any help. It just wasn't fair. Why could everything be so good one moment and so bad the next? She slumped down on the hard wood bed and stared down at the floor. She was starved. If only that bastard in the white car had not panicked and left her stranded out in the middle of nowhere, then she wouldn't be in jail for hitch hiking. No sooner had she walked out to the highway than the sheriff had pulled up and, without saying a word, thrown her into the back seat and carted her off to jail.
She felt so alone, so empty. The world seemed to be coming to an end. Mary could call home, but a tiny voice inside said not to. She didn't want to go home, not yet, anyway. The jail cell was bad enough. The four walls, blackened with the scrawls of other prisoners, were depressing, especially for a young girl who hated confinement. But the jail was infinitely better than the prospect of being dragged home and facing her mother again.
If only the driver hadn't panicked! Why had he been so nervous? Mary didn't mind sucking his cock. She enjoyed it. Mary even enjoyed feeling his big prick shove against her asshole, even though it hurt like hell and made a big sticky mess all over her rump.
The more she thought, the angrier she got, and the wetter her tiny cunt became.
She had come a long way in a few short days. Since that big dildo had taken her virginity, she had discovered many exciting things about her body. Her pussy was tight and full of sweet juice. And she couldn't help thinking how good it would feel to have Fred the truck driver licking her crease with his big, fat tongue.
Mary wiggled her thighs together. She crouched down on the hard bed, wondering what would become of her. She was still a long way from the ocean, and once there, how was she going to live? No driver's license, no working experience, no employable skills...
The jailer was another problem.
He had a stack of girlie magazines on the desk and she could hear his lips smacking together as he turned the pages.
"Holy catfish," he exclaimed. "Look at the jugs on that baby." He was enjoying himself thoroughly, paying no attention to Mary.
"Mister Jailer, when do I get out?" she said.
The jailer looked at the girl with disgust. Ano�ther runaway girl. He was sick and tired of these young cunts hitchhiking into California. They lived by panhandling and stealing and cheating the welfare department and it made his stomach churn. He was just one man and there were mil�lions of them.
"When do I...?" she repeated.
"Look, Miss High and Mighty Cunt," the jailer shouted, throwing Hustler down on the desk top. "You leave when I say so." He got up and walked the few short steps to the jail, sticking his blubbery face through the bars.
He was surprised. From a distance she was just one more lockup, but seeing her up close made him change his mind. This runaway was good looking. In fact, she was a fine piece of ass.
He wondered, like any normal man would, what this tall, willowy blonde would be like, her cunt wrapped around his cock like a warm bun around a steaming hot dog.
The salacious thoughts running through his mind gave him a hard on that threatened to rip his fly open. He made no attempt to hide his lust. She was a pretty young thing. Her jutting breasts were small, but well curved. His blood pressure was ris�ing. His pulse throbbed in the big arteries of his neck. It was foolish to expect this tempting punk teenager to be a virgin. There was no such animal any more, not since family life had given way to women's lib and young girls started taking birth control pills. Society had gone all to hell, as any�one who saw the number of runaways that he did could easily tell. The girls were fucking like rab�bits, and despite Mary's squeaky clean, Ail Ameri�can good looks, he had to dump her in with the rest of the teenagers.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
It was impossible for Mary not to notice the enormous growth in the man's pants. It stuck out through the bars at her like a third leg. She looked down at the tent shape in his crotch and wondered what his prick would taste like.
"San Diego?"
The jailor dismissed her answer with a wave of his hand. "A lousy town," he said. "I guess it's okay for gals, providing they don't mind fucking sailors."
When Mary didn't flinch at his crude remark, the man smiled, "Do you mind swabbies?"
For an instant, Mary thought the man was going to let her out. He was vulgar and he was act�ing a little strange, but that didn't matter. This man who stuck his cock through the bars didn't bother her now. Her heart pounded. If she under�stood him correctly, and what could be more ob�vious, there was a direct connection between the giant prick stuffed in his pants and her freedom.
"Why," she answered. "Are you a sailor?"
The jailer started to giggle. He couldn't help it. This jail bait was a dream come true. He pro�duced the jail keys and unlocked the cell. The only excitement waiting for him after the shift was his wife, a sluttish old waittress with a cunt big enough to stick your fist in. There was nothing going on with her.
But this broad this broad really looked eager to show him a good time.
"I'll let you decide," he said stupidly. He un�zipped his fly and let his dong pop free.
His pecker rose toward her mouth with sur�prising suddenness. His cock was long and slightly curved. It thickened in the middle and then tap�ered away. It looked like a white banana.
Mary was terribly excited. Her hands trembled as his cock came forward to part her wet lips. It was wicked, but Mary didn't have any control over this man. She felt her panties getting wet. She squeezed her thighs together, but that only made the juice drain out faster.
She closed her eyes and bent her neck back, her mouth open wide, like a trout ready to gob�ble down a Royal Coachman fly. The knotty end of his cock plopped down on her lips and she tilted her chin so the shaft could slide down smooth and easy.
"Hmmmm!" the jailer groaned. His giant cock filled her face easily, perhaps too much so. She kneeled down between his legs and reached around his massive girth, pulling his crotch to her face while her tongue and lips went crazy suctioning his shaft.
This cunt really knew her stuff. He had been right. Despite her innocent looks, this cunt was no stranger to cocksucking. And he only guessed what else this little tiger was good at.
He squirmed against her pressing hands and managed to pull off his shirt. Reluctantly, he had to pull from her mouth to drop his trousers and there was just that instant when he looked down and saw the saliva drooling from her mouth. He became so excited he nearly shot his load on her face.
Quickly, he went back in and she continued to squirm against him, giving the best blow job of his life. Mary rocked back and forth, bobbing her head against his crotch, sending jolts of pleasure zinging up the tiny hole that his sperm shot out of. There was no stopping this girl. She really knew a lot about oral sex. The thick, pasty sperm swelled his scrotum, but the jailer had himself under control. Or did until her fingers slid be�tween his thighs and softly squeezed his throb�bing nuts. Now his juice was pushed into his cock. He was so full of joy that he shouted out: "Oh, fuck, this is nice. I'm going to show you how nice."
Mary didn't know what the hell the man was talking about. She was busy sucking the little hole at the top of his pecker.
He reached over her back and pulled her up roughly by her thighs.
"My goodness," she gasped.
He was holding her upside down so her knees rested against his shoulders and her weight was supported by her arms. It was difficult sucking his cock in this position, especially as he was driving hard into her mouth.
Suddenly the jailer peeled back her butt cheeks and began licking the dark ravine of her asshole.
His hot, wet tongue was astonishingly warm as the rough surface lapped her pink sphincter. The ass licking made her cunt gooey as butter, so gooey that her juice began wetting up her belly.
The jailer went berserk, deep in her excited ravine. He teased her sensitive flesh until her whole insides ached to be fucked.
She worked on his cock with explosive fury. Before, when he filled her mouth with his big, nasty cock, she was repulsed and thought sucking was dirty. Not now, however! She was elated. She felt wonderful sucking the pinhole that shot his seed. Mary wanted to suck down his sperm so he would be happy.
The man made a rigid funnel shape with his tongue and started driving into her asshole. My God, that was something! She experienced passion that had been locked away under years of repres�sion. She gleefully squirmed her asshole against the jailer's tongue. And she happily sucked him, using her hands to tug on his nuts until he couldn't stop himself from jizzing her face.
In and out, in and out. His cock pistoned at her face. She heard him groan and she stroked his balls with her dainty fingers until his fat belly was buried against her chin and the huge banana shaped cock was halfway down her throat. Then he let go.
"Aaaaaiiieee!" he screamed. With a final jolt, he was buried to the hilt, his throbbing cock un�able to hold back any longer, and his hot, thick sperm spurted from his fuck hose down Mary's surprised and gulping throat.
At the same instant, he pulled his face from her ass. Her rump was glistening with spit. Her butt looked like a split watermelon, all wet from somebody's chomping face. Mary quivered be�tween his legs, his seed draining into the soft suck�ing void of her mouth.
"That a girl," he laughed. The fucking broad was unreal. He looked down at her watermelon ass and wondered what it was with this girl that made him behave like an animal. He had never licked a woman's asshole before, but her ass was smiling back at him and the white rump cheeks were cov�ered with his saliva.
Maybe her innocent looks had something to do with it. The jailer didn't know. Now that his jizz was almost sucked dry, he didn't care. He dropped Mary to the floor and flopped on the bed.
"Get your clothes on," he said.
Mary didn't wait to be asked twice. She slipped into her clothes quickly. The jailer was chuckling at some private joke and when he turned, his eyes stared merrily at Mary.
For an awful moment, she thought getting free from jail meant having more sex. She was already dizzy from drinking his seed. His juice splattered her lips and cheeks and some had dribbled down her chin.
Maybe he wants me to lick his asshole, she thought. Her butt was all wet from his tongue. It felt sensational having his tongue lapping her rear. It was almost as sensational as having a cock jam�med into her cunt. Almost, but not quite.
"Come on," he said. He fumbled for some money. "The bus comes through town in half an hours. Go straight to San Diego."
Mary took the proffered money. She counted the bills twice. There was forty five dollars in the wad the jailer had handed her.
"Come on, let's get a move on," he snapped.
Mary arranged her clothes as neatly as she could and went to the sink to splash cold water on her face. There was no mirror and she felt em�barrassed at her appearance. She primped her hair and ran from the cell out to the front desk, where the guard was slumped down reading Hustler again.
There were several forms on his desk which she hurriedly signed. Suddenly, with the stroke of a pen, she had gained her freedom.
"Thanks," she managed to say. She couldn't believe her good fortune.
Mary bounded out the door toward the bus stop. It was still dark and the wind blew hard across the flat stretches of desert. Mary crossed her arms tightly to fend off the cold. The first thing she would do in San Diego was buy a coat.
She pulled the money from her pants and counted the bills once more. Forty five dollars, she thought. And for blowing a man and letting him lick my asshole.
Prostitution, she noted, was not the crime she'd thought it was.
When the bus pulled into the hotel in Jacumba the driver, a tired looking man with huge bags under his eyes, got out and bought a coffee from the clerk.
"Hey, mister," said a blonde girl. The driver sipped coffee, giving the blonde the once over.
She was young and pretty, almost too pretty for her own good. The driver had been an infantry�man in Italy during the second war. There had been plenty of girls there, most of them hungry and willing to do damn near anything for money.
This blonde looked richer and classier than those girls, but the glassy eyed look was the same. That hungry, eager stare could never be manu�factured.
"How far to San Diego?" she asked.
She was sitting next to him on the stool, slouched forward on her arm. He whistled softly to himself as he drank the coffee. He had had one hell of a good time in Italy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bob Anderson stood in the Los Angeles air�port. He had taken a TWA flight direct from New York's Kennedy airport and, though he was not a superstitious man, he knew the flight was going to turn out a bummer. The reservations office had bumped him from a morning flight and he had had to wait around till late afternoon for another plane. He killed the time in the airport bar where the bartender miscounted his change twice and nearly got him into a fight.
His troubles weren't over once in the air. The stewardess spilled a hot dinner in his lap, almost roasting his nuts. And the two buck earphones he bought to watch the movie didn't work. By the time he arrived in LA, Anderson had had his fill of the West Coast. He couldn't wait to get the hell out.
But he wasn't going until he found his daugh�ter. A small slip of paper ripped from the sheriff s Telex in Haven had brought him to California. It read that his daughter had been arrested in Jacum�ba for hitchhiking and that she had been released the following day.
Anderson didn't know where Jacumba was. He didn't even know how to pronounce the damn name. With a handful of dimes, he went to a pay phone and began trying to convince the telephone operator that, indeed, Jacumba did exist and that he wanted to speak with the sheriffs office.
After more change went into the phone, a snarling voice from the other end said, "Sherriff's substation, Deputy Burns."
Anderson carefully explained who he was and detailed the information he had on his missing daughter. The sheriff was reluctant to help at first, but Anderson persisted and by the end of his hand�ful of dimes, he learned his daughter was headed toward San Diego.
"Thanks," he said slamming down the receiver. He turned from the phone booth and looked for the baggage area. Of course, it was clear across the airport.
He cursed to himself and started walking down the corridor where a big sign read: "Welcome to Los Angeles."
"What a shit hole," Anderson said aloud. "What a goddamn shit hole of humanity."
By nightfall he had rented a car and driven down Interstate into San Diego. The freeways were surprisingly easy to figure out, which amazed Anderson after the complaints his friends made about the road system. San Diego turned out to be another surprise. It was a nice, clean town with a beautiful skyline, a friendly beach community and a clean bay one could swim in.
Anderson checked into a spiffy motel on plush Harbor Island, then started looking for his daugh�ter. The police, he knew only too well, would help him only if they happened to run across his daughter. He could hire a private investigator, but that would run into money. He ate at a small coffee shop and got into his car. The desk man told him that the beach area was a good place to begin looking because all the kids hung out there. Anderson, with no better lead, decided to take the advice.
"How do I get there?" he asked.
"Follow the hitchhikers," the bored desk man replied. "Or pick one up."
It was a city of hitchhikers, a vast place of marvelously engineered freeways and boulevards with plenty of kids standing along the way looking for a free lift. Bob Anderson was amazed at the number of fine looking girls scattered like dry leaves along the roadside. Even in the darkness, he saw them standing there in their ragged blue jeans and frilly blouses, holding up signs with des�tinations scrawled on the front.
He pulled to the roadside and picked up a girl. She had brown hair and long thin legs and nice tits that bounced without the restraint of a bra. Her name was Debbie and she was going to Pacific Beach.
"Where does everyone hang out?" he said.
"It depends who you are and what you want," she said impishly.
Anderson knew he had a rare find. By the time he turned off for Pacific Beach, Debbie's lips were busy cleaning his hard, throbbing cock. Her lips made an oval and the soft edges stroked him until he spurted like a fountain down her throat.
He was getting closer to finding Mary. And Debbie, he thought, was going to help.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They looked like clean-cut All American boys. They were dressed in bell button jeans and cowboy shirts open to the second button and they never stopped smiling. Mary was almost surprised when one of them approached her and in a flat Midwest�ern voice that could only be from Kansas asked, "Would forty bucks be enough for the both of us?"
Forty bucks! That seemed like all the money in the world. The handful of bills in her wallet had dwindled down to none. She had gone almost two days without anything to eat.
They looked like nice young men, she thought staring into the boy's sparkling blue eyes. Mary could certainly do a whole lot worse. Walking back and forth in front of the bus station had gotten her the stares of drunks and spaced out sailors and a junkie or two. Even the cops had stopped along�side the curb and harassed her. Now these two boys appeared with this wonderful offer. It was getting cold out as night approached, and she was feeling dizzy. Her stomach needed food, but her cunt needed service, too. She felt all tight between her legs and her slit tingled for sex.
The boys' names were John and Alfred and, as Mary suspected, they were both from the Mid�west. "We're good young men," said Bob, putting a protective arm around Mary's shoulders. "We come from a Christian home."
It was Mary's first trick for money, unless you counted the slob jailer in Jacumba, which she didn't want to do. She was hesitant. They looked like such nice boys. She had been brought up in a nice home and went to a nice school and except for her mother, she had had a wonderful family life. How did a girl go from these creature comforts and end up outside a San Diego bus station hustl�ing her cunt? It was a radical change for Mary.
Well, life was weird, she said to herself. Despite misgivings, Mary did not resist when John lowered his arm to her waist and started walking her to their hotel room.
"Alfred and I come from a good family," John said reassuringly.
And she believed them.
Something was wrong. The hotel room was enormous. It was too big and too clean and way too expensive. It didn't seem right. Mary's heart was beating like mad by the time Alfred closed the door and turned the lock.
Now, standing by the bed, Alfred's brother didn't look all that nice. His eyes had narrowed and his open, friendly smile was replaced by a thin lipped leer.
Mary was feeling scared. She would have turned and left, but Alfred was already unzip�ping his pants. Well, settle back and enjoy it, she told herself philosophically. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she forgot about being hungry. Alfred had his pants off and his prick stuck straight out from his body.
Mary watched excitedly. His cock was on the thin side, but the shaft was very, very long. A mushroom like cap topped off the long curving cock. His prick flickered at her like a snake ready to strike.
"Get them britches off!" Alfred demanded.
John just grinned. His parents would do flip flops if they could see them in this bedroom with this blonde haired hooker. They came from a good Christian home and what they had planned for this young heifer would make their folks twitch like a hound dog.
John stared at Mary and blood rose to his face. He was suddenly eager and nervous as a virgin with his first woman. There was no point putting on the nice guy act any longer. What he wanted more than anything was a piece of Mary's fine ass. A big piece!
He slowly unzipped his pants and took off his belt. His pants came off slowly. Ohhh, his cock ached. He put his hand on his enormous cock so enormous that some girls screamed when seeing it for the first time and knew that he had to get into Mary's cunt as quickly as possible. His brother would do the funny stuff. John concentrated on her cunt.
"Get your clothes off," said Alfred. He snap�ped the mushroom knob at the end of his cock and yelped. "My cock skin is tight as a drum."
John looked across at his brother, who impul�sively played with himself in front of the hooker.
"Quit jerking your cock and get her on the bed," John said.
Alfred stopped dead in his tracks and stared up at his brother, his face a mask of bewilderment.
"Why do I always get stuck going first?" he asked.
"Because you're my stupid younger brother," John snapped. "Younger, less intelligent and more foolish. Besides, I can kick the shit out of you sev�en days out of the week."
Mary was sitting on the bed which was very soft under her butt listening to the two brothers argue. It was silly at first and then she started to wonder. She was not used to this treatment. It made her wonder what the two boys had in store for her.
She got her answer soon enough when Alfred lumbered across the mattress and wiggled his cock in her face. The flaccid skin surrounding his shaft was laced with blue veins that ran back to the thick base. The mushroom top that capped off the end fascinated her. From a tight point, the head flared sharply down to a ring of hard flesh. She reached out to touch his magic pole when sudden�ly her head exploded with stars.
"Ouch!" she cried.
Alfred pulled his hand back. A red patch was forming on her cheek from the tremendous whack he had inflicted.
"Use your mouth, cunt!" he ordered. "I can jerk myself off. I'm paying for those pearly lips to suck on me."
Mary was so shocked she didn't know how to react. Alfred was watching her and he no longer looked like the good natured farm boy from Kansas. His blue eyes burned like coals and his nostrils flared with desire.
Mary was scared senseless. She wanted to run out of the room and out of the hotel as quickly as possible. But the two brothers would never let her through. Across from Alfred, John watch�ed, a sinister smile lighting up his face. She felt very small and helpless. Mary pressed her knees together, trying to suppress a wild urge to urin�ate. She looked up at Alfred.
"Can I go to the bathroom first?" she asked.
He wiggled his prick under her nose. "Later," he said. "After I'm finished.' Slowly he leaned forward, putting his hands on her knees for support, and eased his prick into the soft warm insides of her mouth.
"Hmmmm," he gasped. Her tongue tingled the underside of his joint. The feeling was sensa�tional. It nearly took his breath away. He pressed in moving the mushroom top down the raspy surface of her tongue with the precision of a sur�geon making an incision. Her mouth was so god�damn hot and wonderful! Her soft, sucking flesh wrapped him in a turgid warmth.
Mary's eyes closed in concentration and her fingers stroked the base of his pecker. Her lips sucked and nipped at and teased and taunted.
"Ohhhhh, I'm going to come in her mouth, John," groaned Alfred. "She's one helluva cunt!"
Mary felt the shaft fatten in her mouth. She moved her lips along his wrinkled skin until the curly hair sprouting from his crotch rubbed against her nose. Her mouth was soft and sensitive. She could feel his pulse pounding through blood gorged arteries. Eagerly she reached for his nuts. Her fin�gers came up through his thighs and lifted the swollen testicles that filled his wrinkled scrotum. Gently she teased his glands, working his cock and nuts reverently.
"Aaaahhh!" groaned Alfred. "What a cunt! She really knows how to suck cock!"
Slowly he leaned forward and this time he reached down and touched her satiny tits. He held the nipples between his fingers and teased her with flicking hand movements. The girl shivered. It was a delicious feeling. Her mouth constricted around his prick and her pressing fingers sent streaks of pleasure shooting up from his crotch. He groaned again. This pleasure couldn't last much longer. Sperm already filled his fuck tube. It would be only a few seconds before her tongue sucked down on the mushroom cap and sent sperm shooting into her mouth.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he yelled.
He gripped her ears, twisting her face upward and rammed her throat.
The smell of sex drifted up from Mary's excited crotch. Her face was being raped, her lips pulled viciously apart while the fuck stick surged in and out. She felt him growing bigger and bigger, like a balloon stretching until it popped. He was halfway down her throat. The mushroomed end was gagging her. Mary rolled her eyes upward for one final second. Alfred stared down, his eyes in�tent, the pupils dilated from the excitement. There was only a second left. He wrenched her face and corkscrewed around the inside of her soft mouth, filling the roof and her fleshy pink cheeks with the sides of his cock before thrust�ing down her tongue toward her throat. The sperm erupted like a geyser. His nuts jumped around mad�ly in Mary's coaxing hands. The semen shot out in a continuous hot stream.
"Bitch!" he shouted. His hips pistoned against her trembling lips, driving his spurting cock half�way down her throat. Her face was wonderful and so were her lips and tongue and even her teeth, teasing his foreskin.
His sperm came out in a single long strand of white cream. It looked like shaving cream being squeezed from a tube. Mary's cheeks bloated with his cock cream. Her lips sucked urgently, but still his seed dribbled from her lips and down her cheeks.
John watched his brother's frantic humping from the side wall where he leaned while stroking his cock. Mary had erupted into wild squirms of passion. This was no ordinary blow job given by the run of the mill street hooker. This chick didn't know the first thing about fucking for money. It didn't take a genius to see that the hooker loved giving his brother a blow job. Mary was, he suspected, another teenage runaway who had only recently fallen into the oldest profession. Snapping his cock, John looked down at the ram�rod stiff penis. It extended from his nearly hairless crotch like a miniature cannon.
In the pocket of his jacket was a long silk scarf which was the type worn by many fashion cons�cious women. Only the length gave away the scarf's real function. It was used for binding arms and legs together to increase sexual excitement. John had used the scarf along with a host of other sexual paraphernalia to bring reluctant prostitutes around to his way of thinking.
But the scarf would not be necessary in this girl's case. In fact, she should be rewarded for the passionate blow job she had just given to his brother.
Mary had slumped against Alfred, holding his fast wilting cock against her lips. Though her mouth had managed to gulp down most of his sperm, there was still the clean up job to do. She worked her tongue along the dropping cockhead until her mouth, still tasting of salty sperm, was covering the whole head and her tongue was car�essing the wrinkled pouch of skin hanging from the underside of his penis.
"Hmmmm!" Alfred gasped. His balls were drained of every drop of sperm and he exper�ienced the glowing contentment of a thoroughly satisfied man.
Mary could feel his contentment by sucking his cock and she felt happy too. Maybe she could go now. Her stomach rumbled from the sticky seed that filled her belly and when she looked up, her exhausted face showed open friendliness. There was nothing wrong with cocksucking. It certainly wasn't painful like the whippings her mother gave her.
Above Mary, watching every move she made, was John. The big round knob of his cock was greased down with a special penetrating grease. It was like Vaseline, except much greasier. His eyes followed a path from her blonde hair down her arched back and through the parted cheeks of her ass, to rest finally on her quivering thighs. From those thighs came the pungent smell of the fetid juice soaking her cunt mound. Mary continued to clean his brother's cock. She was good with her mouth, he had seen that. Now there was her cunt and perhaps her asshole to experiment with.
With the quickness of a cat, John was between the girl's thighs. His face was pushed close to the round cheeks of her rump. The skin was creamy white and the taut flesh swayed with each move�ment of her mouth.
His hand peeled back her butt and before Mary could respond his wet tongue was pushed in be�tween her white cheeks and he was licking her pink asshole.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, arching her rump. The sensation was wonderful. It was more exciting than the jailer's tongue had been, back in Jacum�ba when she first experienced asshole licking. She closed her eyes and pulled gently on Alfred's cock. "Hey, what the hell!" he began. Then, looking over her back he saw John's face buried into Mary's rump and he understood everything. He swung a leg over and arched his butt.
Mary's dainty hands grabbed his thighs, like twin columns of marble, and pushed her face into his anus. He waited, felt her cheeks brush against his butt, then gasped as her wet tongue began licking and sucking.
"Ohhhh," he gasped, half laughing. His crotch stirred. "I'm getting hard again. Damn it, I'm get�ting hard!"
And indeed he was. The three way train start�ed with John and ended at Alfred's crotch where his cock flickered and swelled with new life.
Mary was having the time of her life. She loved giving and receiving pleasure, but never in her wild�est dreams had she thought sex could be so much fun.
And with Alfred's dong swelling up, the fun had just begun.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Funky Dunk Hotel, an old summer hotel built during the 1920's when swimming became a popular recreation, was a city landmark. It was three stories high, built entirely of wood, and every one of its sixty five bedrooms had a small porch and scenic view of San Diego. Like other landmarks, the Funky Dunk was in bad repair. It would have been torn down years before except for last minute reprieve by the city's mayor.
The real name for the landmark was something mundane and forgettable like the Hotel Victoria. It was nicknamed the Funky Dunk during the end of Prohibition when gangsters used the hotel's bar as a watering hole and ran a prostitution ring in the rooms upstairs. The gangsters were gone, but business remained the same decade after decade. Duncan Felther was the owner, hence the name Funky Dunk's.
When Bob Anderson parked his rented car in front of the hotel, a mob of ragged teenagers descended upon him like locusts swarming over Egypt.
"Hey man, got any spare change?" one scraw�ny punk said, extending his filthy hand.
Anderson pushed the moochers away and pulled Debbie by the hand. There were teenagers everywhere he looked. They sat on the entrance steps, lounged in front of the communal television set inside, and cluttered the spacious dining room. Behind the desk sat a husky man with a balding head, heavy, unshaven cheeks and red rimmed eyes. He wore a soiled T shirt that at one time had been white and he reeked of Ripple wine.
"This joint is a dive," said Anderson, flipping the desk man a ten spot. He felt Debbie clutch his hand.
She couldn't be a day older than sixteen, he thought. His pulse started racing. Perhaps, some�where, right now, his daughter was in a cheap hotel like this one, with some stranger paying ten bucks for a room. The thought made him shudder inside. The chances were very good.
Mary, my daughter, he thought. Selling her body for money. He didn't want to believe it was true. He forced his mind to concentrate on other, more pleasant things.
Like Debbie's ample breasts.
His cock still tingled from the wonderful blow job he received in the car, yet he had not paid much attention to Debbie until now. As they climbed the stairs, he studied her lush, sensuous figure as an artist might study a model.
Her tall, well shaped body was a series of enticing curves, each one more ripe and tempting than the last. Her curving, well defined breasts pushed against the soft, white cotton Indian blouse she wore, forming symmetrically perfect twin mounds. He noticed on the way up stairs that her breasts swayed from side to side under the blouse. She jiggled like half filled water balloons. From her bustline, her stomach curved in and then flowed out again at the hips that were covered by short, tight fitting Levi cut offs. Her white skin was dark�ened to a bronze color by the sun. His eyes trav�eled up again across her hips and stomach and swaying breasts until they stopped at the top of her head where her dark auburn hair parted and flowed down the sides of her face. Reaching the second floor, Anderson turned left and walked down the narrow hallways toward the room at the end of the hall. Suddenly, a skinny character dressed in shabby rags with hair that grew like weeds from his scalp, jumped between them.
"Another ten bucks," he said through sneering lips.
"Ten bucks for what?"
"For the girl, asshole," he said. He produced a knife from his mud caked Levi's. The blade flicked open, the point a few inches from Anderson's gut. "Now hand over the bread!"
Anderson turned to Debbie to ask if she knew this guy. But the cold, heartless look in her eyes was all the answer he needed.
A con game. Debbie clung tightly to his arm. It was gesture without meaning, a dull movement that he had mistaken for passion. Debbie was just another cunt trying to make a buck. And he was the "john". Another body to get aroused quickly so she could get the money and go out on the street looking for another willing body with a fat wallet attached.
He was mad at himself for being so gullible, and he was outraged at Debbie; so outraged that he decided to fight back.
"Well, man?" snarled the punk kid.
Anderson started to reach for his wallet. His knee came up abruptly between the youth's bowed legs. His kneecap snapped against the punk's groin, squishing his testicles.
"Myyyyy God!" the boy groaned, sinking to the floor. He dropped the knife.
Anderson turned to Debbie, whose face was drawn tight with horror. He gave the groaning youth a kick in the chops to silence him, then, picking the knife up, he grabbed Debbie by the arm and held the point against her throat.
"We are going to have some fun, baby," he said. "Now we are going to have us some fun!"
At first he was too hot and then too mad, but he fought his animal urges, realizing that the purest sexual pleasure came after a long, gradual build up.
First, he ripped the bedsheets into long ribbons and bound her arms to the headboard. She strug�gled, but Debbie was only a woman and she was helpless to stop Anderson.
"No," she cried. Her tiny voice sounded vulnerable. "Please, no, Mr. Anderson. I have to work here at the hotel! If I don't, they'll hurt me."
Anderson massaged her back, ignoring the girl's urgent pleading. He believed Debbie. She was only doing her job. But he was much too hot to ask who made her work at the Funky Dunk. That would come later, after he had dipped his wick into Deb�bie's wetting ink pot.
"Up on your knees," he ordered.
Debbie climbed up on the mattress, terrified of what Anderson had planned out. There was no stopping this man. Watching him wipe out the pimp in the hallway had convinced her of his abil�ities. This trick knew how to take care of himself. But what did he have planned for Debbie? Poor little Debbie, she cried to herself. Her ass was really in a sling now!"
Relentlessly Anderson pressed on. They were stripped naked on the mattress, which squeaked its approval as Anderson caressed her rump. He put his hand through the split V of her backsides and felt her stiffen with fear.
It was a good feeling. He felt strong. It was like sticking the knife under her chin and watch�ing her self esteem drain from her eyes. He pushed his finger an inch into her anus, feeling her flex helplessly as his finger toyed with her hole.
"Like that, cunt?" he said.
He moved in a semicircle around the bed. His prick pushed forward at her mouth. Debbie tilted her head, looked at him with frightened eyes, then turned away.
"Hard or easy?" he asked. Her rectum sucked at his finger. She was helpless and defenseless.
Debbie was vulnerable as a fish flopping on dry land and they both knew it. Anderson knew it was bestial to torture the girl this way, but he couldn't help it. The bitch deserved to have the fear of death put in her, and besides, he enjoyed making her squirm. He wasn't a sadist. Anderson just realized the effect of his domination. Debbie would end up telling him everything, doing every�thing he wanted.
When her asshole was dry and tight around his finger, he rammed all the way inside her anus.
"TALK!" he screamed. His finger jazzed her rectum. Her hips were pumping up and down, drawn to the savage thrusting of his finger. He con�trolled her like a puppet.
It was as if a control mechanism ran from her brain to her asshole. The pain exploded like a rock�et. She twisted and tugged and hoped until she could not stand another moment of the pain.
"I don't know where your daughter is!" she cried.
"Who runs this hotel?"
His fingers felt like a giant cucumber up her butt. It hurt so bad she almost fainted. Her cunt walls shriveled up, flared with a spasm of pain, then went soft. A burning sensation eased through her crotch and Debbie realized it was her own urine.
Ohhhh, she groaned inwardly.
She was peeing on herself. She felt so bad! The man would be ashamed of her for being naughty. He might even spank her.
"Two guys," she cried. "They get the girls from all over the beach. Oh, please, let me go. I'll get killed for sure if I tell you."
He ignored the comment. The wet stain spread out on the white sheet. Anderson saw the stain. Debbie started to cry. A slow smile of satisfaction spread across his stern face. The girl would spill everything.
"Name them!" he shouted.
"Alfred is one," she said. A few seconds pas�sed. It seemed like an eternity before she spoke again. "John. They're both brothers. I don't know the last name."
"Why aren't they here?" he said. His finger rammed her butt again. She was soft as butter between those nice cheeks. Her asshole had to be virgin. He'd bet on it. As his eyes watched with increasing fascination, as Debbie's breathtaking body squirmed lewdly, his cock grew thick in his pants. He felt the urge to yank out of her rump and start jabbing cock meat up her shitter. Her legs would come alive around the stout trunk of his cock. Her thighs would tighten around his waist in a stranglehold and his cock would ram into her asshole until she came apart like a plastic doll.
But as pleasing as that experience would be, Anderson stopped himself. He had other, more exciting things to do.
"I said, why aren't they here?"
Debbie writhed in agony. She hated this man for making her squirm like a roasted toad. Her rectum felt like an oven from the savage thrust of his fingers. No amount of hunching around would stop the pain. He was using her butt for a cunt and she couldn't do a thing to stop.
He might even stick that big cock of his up there, too!
Her legs tightened, but he wormed away. The man was determined to get his way. The bastard!
"They do their recruiting down at the bus sta�tion," she said.
"Recruiting?" he said, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"They pick up the girls downtown, the girls that are stupid or just off the bus or don't know anything. The guys work the girls over in a hotel and if the chicks turn out all right then they bring them to the hotel."
It sounded like a confession. Anderson didn't doubt the veracity of her story for a minute. There were plenty of sleazy punks hanging around the Funky Dunk, but if there were more chicks like Debbie around, he could see how lucrative the business could get.
Looking down into the frightened teenager's face with the telltale signs of terror etched into her skin, he said, "Now you are going to fuck."
He pulled his finger out of her asshole with a popping noise. At the same instant he untied her bonds, releasing her hands. Now she was free, and turning on her side, Debbie looked up into Ander�son's grim, determined face and wondered what would happen next.
He pulled her hand. Together they walked into the bathroom. Anderson turned on the show�er. For several seconds, they stood in silence while vapor billowed into the tiny room.
He splashed water all over her tits and tummy, and then, very carefully, he lathered her crotch with soap and worked up until her symmetrical breasts were nicely covered over with lather.
Despite the pain and torment the girl had just experienced, Debbie had to laugh at herself. She looked so silly. "Come on," said Anderson stern�ly. "Hop in the shower and rinse off."
The girl sighed and turned the showerhead on her silky skin. The tiny jets of water felt like pins shooting into her.
After bathing, Debbie stepped out into the small bathroom and stared down at Anderson sit�ting on the commode. His giant cock rose up from between his spread thighs like a huge banana. He looked so silly, sitting there in that awkward po�sition, that she started to giggle that is, until she saw the deadly serious expression on his face. She shut the hell up.
He guided her by the hand, positioning Debbie so her cunt straddled the tip of his cock. He touch�ed her hips and slowly guided her cunt slit down on the erect cock head.
"Ouch!" she gasped. Her tiny slit was no match for his giant fuck pole. Even with all the juice leak�ing from her hole, it wouldn't fit. She looked at him, her eyes moist as a deer's.
"Bend your thighs," he said. "Your cunt will open the more you squat."
He steadied her hips. Debbie was fantastically built. Her tits stared straight back into his eyes, the nipples jiggling as her cunt hole resisted his pecker.
Her cunt was something. Oh, it was heavenly. The razor thin slit peeled back as his cock squeak�ed in. He couldn't believe this girl's cunt was so tight.
She writhed and squirmed and gradually her twat opened up.
"Oooooo!" she gasped.
Suddenly, she squatted down on his lap. His dick shoved a foot deep in her elastic cunt. The walls strained, pushed out, then sucked in, hold�ing his pecker in a soft, wet glove of warmth.
For the first time, Anderson wanted to forget about his mission. Debbie's cunt was a beautiful treasure. Her weight pushed him down against the toilet seat as her legs hung down from both sides, her feet almost touching the floor.
Trembling, he bounced her rump on his knees. Her cunt seemed to go on forever. Debbie was well aware of the tantalizing effect she was having on Anderson. It was a knockout for herself too!
The big, knotty end hose was up about as far as a cock could go. It felt funny. Good, but fun�ny. The twin sides of her cunt pressed against him and the raw flesh made her stomach quiver.
Every movement of her hips, no matter how slight, made her vagina flip flop. She squeezed her legs together and began twisting and bounc�ing, using his powerful prick to ream her skinny cunt.
It was wildly stimulating. Desperately, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and worked her cunt back and forth. She felt herself swelling up. She seemed lighter, dizzier, more excited. And the moment she stopped bouncing, the thrill continued on.
Her breasts bounced along in rhythm. The nipples grew harder and more unyielding. Ap�parently Anderson was aware of this fact. He bent forward and sucked her nipples.
"Oooooo!" she moaned.
Her crack split open like a barn door and her dark, musty odor swept from the close flaps of cunt, surrounding the two lovers in its special tantalizing scent.
Anderson was speechless. His jizz was run�ning up into his cock like seltzer bubbles up a soda straw. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. She was a sweltering hot piece of ass and her cunt made his inflamed balls hurt all the more. He prayed for a miracle. He didn't want to come right then. No, he had to wait.
"Aaaaahhhh," Debbie moaned again. She was hot all right. The silly bitch might fuck all night before that wonderful hot cunt finally gave in, and his cock would be rubbed raw if he didn't hurry up.
"Lean back against my knees," he ordered hoarsely.
She responded like a good little girl. Arching her back, she leaned her head toward the ceiling and put the palms of her hands on his knees.
Now he had a chance to grab her clitoris Eagerly, he searched her soggy cunt hair, looking for the magic fuck button. Her cunt made squish�ing sounds while she bounced on his pole. Her juice was running through her cunt and down the sides of his thighs. His balls were straining. The clitoris was there, somewhere in her cunt. He ran a trembling finger up the bloated ridge of her twat and then found what he was looking for.
It was a thick, protruding organ the size of a pencil point. He squeezed very hard with his finger�nails. At the same instant he bounced his ass on the toilet seat, jamming cock up and down her chan�nel.
He thought for a moment, that his efforts had failed. His pecker hole trembled as one drop, then another shot into her vagina. Then he saw that Debbie's serene, contented face was contorted into expressions of lust that he had never imagined.
He laughed, gripping her clitoris and rocking his cock. Her tiny sex funnel started to shrink down against him. She was dancing lewdly on his lap, bouncing around as if she had springs taped to her ass. Suddenly her cunt squeezed on his fuck tube and semen shot into her.
"Aaaaiiee!" he gasped.
His cock was a fountain. It shot out juice like a sprinkler, splashing everywhere. His sperm was met by the climaxing cuntwalls, all sticky and gooey, like a vagina should be. His sperm stuck to the walls, coating her insides with sperm be�fore the residue leaked out her slit.
"Fuck, fuck fuck meeee!" Debbie gasped.
This was no hooker talking, this was a real live cunt wanting sex. She was pumping and he could hear the wail of her deep voice moaning like an injured animal.
How do I stop, he wondered. His sperm con�tinued flowing like some endless river. He clutched her sweat dripping body close to his chest and hung on for dear life. Debbie was fantastic! He knew what came next, but it was necessary. As she sucked in his sperm, bouncing on his lap like a happy child at a birthday party, he knew what had to be done.
"Get off," he said hoarsely.
She didn't hear him at first. Her body was leaping like a kangaroo's. It felt so good, so damn good and exciting that quitting seemed out of the question.
Then he lifted her body roughly off his lap and plopped her down on the tiles between his feet. His penis was still hard.
Hungrily, she clamored for his shooting prick, grabbing the shaft with her hand and defiantly ramming the whole sticky mess down her throat.
"You're really something," he said.
Indeed she was something. Her skin was wash�ed clean and her tits were flushed from excite�ment. She stared straight into his crotch. The puffy ball of pubic hair was all matted down with grease from her cunt. At least she thought so until she looked closer and saw it was sperm that had dripped down from the walls of her cunt.
Anderson let the girl suck his cock until the mushroom head failed to produce juice. She didn't know exactly what came next, but that was okay. Debbie was about to find out.
Pulling away savagely, he straightened his tired legs.
"Here, sweetheart," he said, waving his spent prick like a flasher. "Here's what's at the end of the rainbow."
The droopy head raised for a second and Deb�bie thought the mushroom end was going to jizz again. It didn't. A long stream of urine shot from his pecker and splashed on her nose.
"Oh my God!" she shouted. But the urine was splashing everywhere. It got her forehead and then came washing down her nose and lips, soaking her teeth and gums.
"Here, cunt, this is what you deserve," Anderson laughed. He used his penis as a firehose, and when he was finished, not an inch of her naked body was left untouched.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
John pulled his face away from Mary's wagging buttocks and looked over her back at his brother. Together, they formed a three man locomotive.
That lucky bastard, he thought enviously. The girl's face disappeared in his butt. All John could see was her golden blonde hair streaming down like a horse's tail.
Never had a girl been so compliant. It usually took four to five hours of continuous sexual ex�perimentation to break down a girl's resistance, but this girl needed no indoctrination. She seemed ready to go. The girl's rear was tender and soft. Her cheeks spread easily, like warm bread dough, and her butt wiggled under the sharp, stabbing licks of his tongue.
"Ohhhh," his brother moaned. He bounced excitedly, causing the bed to squeak under his hunching movements. Mary's face never left the pie wedge split in his rump. She continued licking and sucking Alfred's asshole. lapping and sucking. It was sweet, joyful music to his ears and his muscles thrilled with excitement all the way down to his prick which flexed be�tween his trembling thighs like a snake.
"Ohhhh, she's soooo fine!" exclaimed Alfred.
He looked over his shoulder back at John's grinning face. He knew this part of the sex therapy was over. Alfred didn't want it to end, but there was no choice.
"Okay, Mary," he said, pulling his butt from her outstretched tongue. There was saliva all over the girl's face. Her lips were soaked, inflamed from the hard sucking. For a moment she rested, her eyes closed, her lips puckered, her tongue wiggling like a worm.
Alfred turned reluctantly around and put a wrestling grip on Mary's shoulders. He breathed deeply. His pulse pounded in his ears. The girl twisted in his grasp, but his arms snaked under her arms, holding her shoulders securely. Her face was bent down toward his erect penis. Given the nod from his brother, Alfred pushed her face down at the long, milky white tube that protruded from his crotch.
"You're hurting me!" Mary shouted. His penis stuck up rawly against her face. She closed her eyes and felt him brush against her lower lip. Her arms were secured behind her back. She couldn't move unless Alfred wanted her to. Only her lips were free to move around. Her titties hung down like soft milk pouches. Kneeling on the bed, her torso pulled forward and her head pushed down, was an awkward, painful position. She ground her thighs together, trying to stretch her aching mus�cles. John's hands held her tightly. Now her head was going down and it hurt terribly to stretch this way. But what choice did she have?
His prick poked against her mouth. She opened her lips, twisted slightly and felt him go in.
"Hmmmm!" Alfred gasped. He forgot about the tender tongue licks that had excited his ass�hole. Now his cock was surging into her hot mouth. He groaned as her red tongue found the underside of his cock and tantalized the saggy skin with quick, flickering licks. She started underneath and worked around the wedge shaped end. Alfred hunched against her mouth letting her lips and tongue and teeth tantalize his fuck wand.
Behind her, holding her ripe butt with his strong hands, was John. His cock was enormously hard. He pinched the end to kill some of the sen�sitivity .
His thigh muscles rubbed against Mary's, form�ing two V shapes. When pressed together, his cock slipped along the tuft of pubic hair sprouting from the top of her crotch triangle. With a quick move�ment he could fuck his way into her cunt slit. She was getting wet. He leaned forward and teased the tender end of her clitoris.
"Yaaaa!" screamed Alfred. "Damn! She almost swallowed my cock."
He looked at his brother and angrily returned his gaze to the wedge of Mary's rump. He wanted to feel the warm confines of Mary's sucking mouth. She was so pliant and willing that his balls ached at the thought. Gently he put a finger through the ravine of her rump, feeling her anus flinch as his fingernails crossed the wrinkled muscle in the center of her ravine.
He wanted her mouth, but her asshole was not bad for a second choice. There was work to do yet. It was part of the scenario for breaking in new prostitutes.
Slowly at first, then with gathering intensity he knelt between her thighs, pointing his cock up to her asshole. He breathed heavily through his nostrils. The thickly sweet smell of her cunt drifted through her crease. She smelled ripe and luscious.
John ran a finger through her cunt slit. Her hole was wet and soft and inviting. It was almost more than he could bear. Her cunt was on fire. Mary was begging for his prick. Her saggy vagina was a tantalizing offer and one, unfortunately, that John was forced to refuse.
He rubbed his wet fingers against her asshole and pressed against her trembling buns. Her thighs sagged, arching her ass out, flaring the buns.
"Ohhhhh, hurrrry!" Alfred moaned. "I'm gon�na get my rocks off any minute."
He stood still for a minute. The girl was super excited, he knew, but that would change after he started ramming her asshole.
Peeling her buns apart, he started his entry. Her anus was nearly as soft as her cunt. His penis went in, stuck against her flesh, then penetrated some more.
His fingers guided the bulbous head of his fuck stick into her butt. The sudden contractions in her anus proved to be no handicap. Her rectum hugged him tightly. Her insides felt like a steaming towel around his fuck pole. Despite himself, John groan�ed. Her hole puckered out, flexing and vibrating against his cock.
"Hurrrrry!" Alfred gasped. His face was turn�ing red. His muscles were tense and bulging.
Her mouth must be going a mile a minute, he thought. Certainly her asshole was doing a hell of a job. He had snuggled up into her delectable rear, working his shaft back and forth against the suck�ing sphincter like a madman.
He had broken in plenty of unwilling girls, and more than once his shaft had come out all bloody and gooey, but not this time. Her butt was smooth as glass and warm as hot oatmeal.
"Hold on, Alfred," John said, slumping against Mary. He short stroked her hole, feeling her insides tug at the spear driving through her belly, and for an instant he thought she was ready.
But she loosened up and, any hope of force fucking her rearmost hole was out of the question. He was going to come. Of that he was certain. The strain of the past few minutes had taken its toll. His skin was rubbery and sweat poured from his forehead and chest. His crotch was sopping wet. Even his thighs were tired from banging against Mary's ripe smelling rump.
"Ohhhhhh!" Alfred screamed.
Mary's mouth was every bit as hot and moist as her asshole with teeth to boot. Wrestling her arms, Alfred ram fucked her drooling mouth. Be�hind, he watched John piledriving her asshole.
Every thrust seemed to make her face that much hotter.
There was a noisy sound of slurping lips and driving cock. Her teeth tickled his pecker and her wet lips teased his nut sac.
He was hot, burning hot, and her mouth only inflamed his pecker until the pleasure became un�bearable. His hot juice inflated his shaft like a balloon swelling with helium. He drove hard against the raspy tongue that curled around his cock stem. Alfred screamed once, then buried all the way inside and exploded.
"Commmmming!" he shouted. His cream sluic�ed Mary's sucking mouth, shooting down her throat in long spurts of rubbery goo.
Behind, John was working himself into an or�gasm. His brother's explosion sent shivers running down Mary's belly and through each rump cheek. His cock went in and out, popping as the mush�room head left her wrinkled asshole and then pile-drived back in. He watched excitedly as his broth�er's face went lax and a smile curled upon his lips.
Suddenly his dick throbbed. It hurt so bad he wanted to scream. Instead he buried his shaft into Mary's wet asshole and shot his wad. Long strands of sperm roared up her rear, filling her shitter with thick, heavy sperm.
"Hmmmmm!" he groaned slumping against her back. "This is fantastic!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mary felt she was living a dream. She rose from the bed and went to work cleaning the sperm off Alfred's cock, then off his brother's. She didn't mind the job. She knew the importance of being clean.
"Get dressed," John said, throwing Mary her clothes.
Mary didn't ask where they were going. She would find out soon enough. Carefully, she tended to her clothes. Her asshole was wet from the lick�ing and the fucking John had given her. She liked the tingling sensation of his tongue most of all. His thick sperm made her insides all slippery. Mary wanted John to maybe lick her butt once more before they left the hotel, but of course she didn't ask for this special favor. And she didn't complain when John didn't offer.
They took a cab through town and up onto the freeway. It was dark when they left the hotel. The stars twinkled merrily in the sky and in the dis�tance she could see the lighthouse signaling boats as they approached the harbor.
The cab driver swung onto the freeway and maneuvered into the center lane.
"Where to?" he asked.
"You know Funky Dunk's?" John asked.
The driver laughed. "Sure do, that's a land�mark," he answered. "Take lots of people there. Nice old hotel if it weren't so overrun with those Communist hippie bastards."
"Right you are," John exclaimed.
The punks were out in force as the cab swung up to the hotel. It looked like one of those protest marches of the sixties, except these disheveled kids were, if possible, even more wretched looking.
The cab driver produced a tire iron from under the seat, saying "You might need some assistance, Mister. These hippies don't think twice about knocking you over the head and grabbing your loot."
John merely nodded and swung the back door open. Immediately, the girls pressed against the cab dropped to their knees like disciples before a king. "That's all right, driver. These people will give us no problem."
"Ahhhhh, too bad," sighed the driver, putting the tire iron below the seat. The adrenalin was running. He had wanted to pop a few heads. A little excitement made a dull evening go faster.
Mary was pulled through the gaggle of hippies and past the front desk. They veered to the right and started ascending the stairway. She was feeling normal again after the long cab ride to the hotel. Normal, that is, for a girl who had been forced into committing sodomy. John gripped her hand tightly, and she had no chance to escape. Be�sides, her legs ached from being spread so wide apart, and her asshole burned. It felt like some�body was holding a lit match between her cheeks.
At the head of the stairs, a body was curled up next to the hotel door.
John let go of Mary and stopped at the crum�pled body. He put his hand on the boy's stomach and heard him groan.
"What happened?" asked Alfred.
John looked. The injured boy's arms disap�peared into his crotch, though the boy's legs were pulled up so tightly that he couldn't be sure.
"Ohhhh, man," groaned the kid. "This big bastard kicked me square in the balls."
John whistled. "Too bad, man. I told you to be careful with customers. These guys can get mean." He headed down the hallway dragging Mary after him. "Get the desk man to call a doc�tor. I tell you, it pays to be careful in this busi�ness."
The hotel corridor was anything but silent. It was filled with the deep throated groans of happy men caught in the throes of their orgasms. They screamed and whooped it up like cowboys back from a three day bender. The noises were familiar. The joys of flesh finding flesh, of mus�cles slapping against muscles or glands meshing together like well oiled cogs in a fucking mach�ine was unmistakable.
Mary felt another sharp pain. She was scared of this place. The people were strange and un�friendly. Whoring herself had started out born of desperation. Now it was something much dif�ferent.
Deep in the bowels of this strange, dreary hotel, locked away from the normal world, Mary felt weird and a little bit scared. She wanted out, but that was impossible now. She could go only after these two brothers finished with her.
She had no idea what depraved sexual ad�ventures they had planned, or why she had to come to this hotel, but she would find out soon enough. Biting her lip to hold off the tears, Mary tried mustering her courage.
"In here," said John, stopping at the last door along the corridor. "In we go."
He produced a key from his pocket and turned it in the lock. "You in there, love?" he said.
"All set," said a woman's voice.
All set, thought Mary? That was a woman in�side the room. And why would she answer un�less...
Janice Lavage was sitting in a chair, one leg propped on the arm, smoking a cigarette and blow�ing great round puffs of smoke into the air. The three visitors walked in.
She had been living in the hotel for three years, since being expelled from France for being an undesirable. Actually, the tag was hardly fitting for a woman of Ms. Lavage's fame.
Lavage was easily the most famous feminist living on either continent. Her nightclub, the Orgasm One, had been a vastly popular, if some�what scandalous place to go.
Ms. Lavage offered a variety of strange sexual acts as entertainment. There were donkeys that fucked whores and Lesbians who prodded each other with massive dildos and even a whipping now and then. Ms. Lavage had a wide streak of cruelty running through her personality and this perversity was what gave the club its distinctive ambience.
Ms. Lavage was a full-blown Lesbian and proud of it. She had formed women's liberation in Paris long before it became a fashionable movement. Ms. Lavage despised men. She thought men had ruled the world long enough and now it was time for the women of the world to unite and take the reins of leadership into their own hands.
When she was kicked out of France following a sex torture act at the Orgasm One, an act that was so horrid the police were called in, Ms. Lavage settled in California. It was here that she planned to start training women for her world political movement.
"Hello, John," she said coldly. "Bring me something?"
"Yes, I have," he said. "Ms. Lavage, meet Mary Anderson."
He gave Mary a quick boot in the rear that sent her sprawling before Ms. Lavage's feet. Mary looked up, trying to act calm and collected. She was scared shitless. Her bladder was bloated. She wanted to pee right there while kneeling on the floor.
"A beauty," Ms. Lavage said. "Mary, you are beautiful."
Mary was put off by the French accent. Ms. Lavage was an attractive woman whose appearance showed the taste and sense of style that only the French people seem to possess. Wearing a short black miniskirt with matching black vinyl boots with little chains on the heels, Ms. Lavage looked regal, and a little bit frightening, too. Her eyes were cold as frosted glass. They seemed to bore through Mary like diamond drills.
The eyes were the mirrors of the soul, Mary thought.
Suddenly, Ms. Lavage sat up in the chair. She turned to John and his moronic brother, her eyes beaming signals. Leave us alone, her eyes said.
But John just smiled. He knew everything about Ms. Lavage. Her hatred for men was not new to him. He had hired Ms. Lavage for the pur�pose of breaking in his girls. Realizing that prosti�tutes turned eventually to Lesbian love, John wanted his girls to get a taste of sisterly love early and savagely.
He pushed Mary's head down until her fore�head touched the floor. Then he smiled at Ms. Lav�age and said, "Madam, she is all yours."
Mary was ground into the floor. She lifted her weight and looked up through the V of Ms. Lav�age's legs, surprised to find that a woman of such regal taste wore no underwear. Straining her neck, Mary saw the thick sporran of pubic hair sprouting from her crotch. Suddenly an explosion roared. Her ears ached. Putting her hands up to her head, Mary realized she had been hit.
Ms. Lavage stood up, holding the leather riding crop. She snapped the end close to Mary's nose.
"That will teach you to look," Ms. Lavage snapped. "Come, John and help me with these clothes. I have some thing planned for my new friend."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mary had come a long way in a few short weeks. She had hitchhiked across the country, been to bed with several older men, spent a night in jail and now, in San Diego, another experience awaited her.
Ms. Lavage rose from her chair to stretch her legs. She was shorter than Mary had first imagined. Ms. Lavage had lots of style. She walked like a mo�vie star, every tiny movement commanding atten�tion and respect. When the Frenchwoman's hands slipped behind to unfasten the zipper that held her dress together, Mary was shocked.
The garment fell to the floor, revealing a deli�cate and decidedly beautiful body. Her breasts were smaller than Mary's, but the nipples were sensuously large. Mary did not know that Ms. Lav�age greased her nipples with turtle oil each morning to make them stand out. Her legs were long and thin, like stalks of celery, and her buttocks were flat, the cheeks barely moving when she strutted across the floor dressed only in her vinyl boots.
"Put your nose to the floor," Ms. Lavage or�dered.
Mary closed her eyes and lowered her head between her arms. She heard the crazy French�woman circling her, the tiny chains clinking on her boots. Mary was tense. What did this Ms. Lav�age have in store for her? A draft of cool air blew under Mary's spread legs, cooling her wet, tortured cunt.
"Why is she still dressed?" Ms. Lavage demand�ed. Hearing the clickity clack of her boots, Mary peaked through over her arm just long enough to see Ms. Lavage pull what looked like a razor from a small desk.
"Hold her legs," she ordered.
The two brothers grabbed Mary's arms and legs, holding her down while Lavage pulled Mary's blue jeans tight and began slitting the material with the razor.
"Hey, what are you... "
"You shut your fucking mouth," snapped John. "Just lie down and shut up."
Mary could feel the denim coming apart under the razor's edge. Ms. Lavage worked expertly, fol�lowing the seams with the blade, being careful not to nick the tender white skin beneath.
Squatting down so her boots touched her rump, Lavage began to sweat. Her pussy, a black forest of pubic hair, sponged up the sickly sweet smelling juice that seeped from her slit.
Mary bit her lip. She was scared half to death of the woman holding the razor. As her pants were cut away, goosebumps spread across the back of her thighs and along the twin humps of her butt.
"Most beautiful," Lavage breathed. Pulling on Mary's panties, she made a swipe with the razor and the flimsy garment shredded.
Lavage was struck by Mary's large, white cheeks. They wiggled wonderfully once freed of the cotton panties, and the goosebumps made Mary that much more appealing Lavage caressed one fatty cheek with the nail of her finger.
"Ooooohhh!" Mary gasped. She forgot about the two brothers who watched like vultures from the corner. She raised her leg and rolled on the floor, naked, drawing her hands down to her thighs and loins and back along the swell of her butt. Her swollen breasts and pinched nipples pressed into the warm carpet, teasing. Whoever this Lavage woman was, she really knew how to work a woman's body. Mary stared up at the two vinyl boots on either side of her head. Following upward, her eyes rested on Lavage's hairy cunt. For a minute she did nothing. The woman was staring at her, the brown eyes exploring Mary's buttocks and squirming legs. The room was filled with the labored noises of their breathing. Mary felt a terrible itch deep inside the folds of her cunt. She reached under her stomach and tried to scratch.
"What the hell are you doing?" said Lavage.
"I itch," Mary said, worming her hips. "I itch down there."
Suddenly the two brothers came forward. Getting the nod from Lavage, they grabbed Mary's thighs and rolled the struggling girl over on her back.
Mary fought them, afraid, their fingers digging into her skin, her mind spinning with humiliation and self loathing as she rolled over, exposing the bushy mound of her twat.
"Get her legs apart, Alfred," John said, seiz�ing a thigh.
He always liked this part of Lavage's act. She was a screwy broad and sometimes her French in�solence got to be too much, and then he had to knock her down a peg or two. But working over the girls was Lavage's specialty, and she had raised it to a high art.
Mary twisted and turned, moving her hips, struggling helplessly while her arms and legs stretched out wide. Lavage was kneeling down between her thighs, and Mary could feel the Frenchie close to her skin, and she fought all the harder. There was something evil about Lavage, not only that she was a woman it went deeper than that.
"Damn you! Let me go!" Mary cried.
Instead, Mary felt a hot tongue play with the puffy hair on her cunt. It went around and around, toying with her cunt fuzz, twirling the long strands into tight little balls.
Down inside all that fuzz was a wonderful little clitoris. After some searching with her wet lips, Lavage managed to find the button and nip tenderly at it with her teeth.
The tender little bud, sweet as a candy kiss, tensed up, trembled for a moment, then went pop like a firecracker. Mary jerked her hips. A white hot flame shot up her cunt and along her spine. Lavage continued her quest in Mary's cunt, teasing and licking and sucking until Mary was screaming.
"Ohhhh, please stop!" Mary cried.
Of course Lavage didn't stop. She kept working the girl's tender cunt, spreading the labia and lick�ing the swollen edges with her wet tongue. And she didn't stop there.
Lavage was an expert in her business. She had her fingers slipping over, caressing every inch of Mary's skin. Somehow the agile hands kept one step ahead of Mary's twisting, eager flesh. Every move brought a different hand stroke. Each turn of hip or arch in the back brought wave after wave of pleasure.
The men holding her to the floor seemed re�mote. Mary no longer felt their hands pushing her down. She rolled and played whatever game Ms. Lavage had in mind for her. The tongue now dic�tated her movements.
And the tongue seemed to be everywhere.
"Man, look at the Frenchie," John said, ad�miring Lavage's extraordinary work. Her tongue slipped in and out of Mary's cunt like a thrusting cock, then dragged along her crease, moving back to the girl's tender butt slit. Again she plunged into Mary's crack, finding the wrinkled pleasure but�ton buried under swollen butt cheeks.
"Ooooooo!" Mary moaned. Her pleasure bud stood out like an acorn between the parted labia. A thick ridge of pubic hair surrounded her clit. Lavage pulled her face back, her eyes examining the pink nub of flesh. It wiggled, glimmering like a ruby, wagging like an unspoken invitation.
Lavage dug her fingernails along the ridge of Mary's crack. The girl gasped as the hard lacquered nails ran along the tender flesh. Up and down they went, racing faster and faster, each stroke opening her cunt hole further.
Mary was screaming now, her shrill voice pierc�ing the deadly calm. "Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed. Up came her rump, her hips twisting. Pleasure funneled through her wet channel. It was only the beginning.
Mary shuddered, her whole body contorting in a long, slow undulation. As Lavage worked her cunt, Mary thought of her sinful pleasure. She was making love to another woman! It was terrible! The guilt flooded her brain. The pain was so im�mense that she was almost sick. Then fingers were gliding up her hole. She twisted against them, the spasms of joy racing through her brain and erasing whatever doubt remained.
Even then, Mary knew this session was not over. Though the woman licked and sucked and stroked her genitals, working her tongue through the crease so her asshole was as wet as her cunt, Mary realized the trio was preparing her for still another test.
The two brothers pinned her arms and the Frenchwoman was everywhere, crawling over her sweaty body like a leech. When Mary forced her eyes open she saw Ms. Lavage's rump staring back at her face, not six inches away. Down her rump came. Ms. Lavage's skin was satiny smooth and the pink ravine was nicely scrubbed, bare as a baby's bottom. Lavage was rocking back and forth, using her two fingers like a cock to fuck Mary's cunt. Her ass came lower and still lower, her wide, hairy crack flaring out so her pink sphincter was only a few inches from Mary's nose.
Oh, I have to lick her asshole, screamed a tiny voice locked away in Mary's brain.
The thought was repugnant. She had done it once already, but that seemed light years away. And yet, with Lavage nearly squatting on Mary's mouth, forcing her anus down, demanding to be licked and eaten, what other choice did she have?
The man called John had done it. She still had sensations in her butt from when his wet tongue had curled into a shaft and drilled her asshole. It was like a dog licking her rump, a very weird feeling that repulsed and thrilled her at the same moment.
Well, if I have to, I will, she thought. And she closed her eyes and parted her lips. A stab of pleasure zinged from her cunt, a wild movement. It was Lavage's fingers, it had to be. Mary started fucking those fingers in wild memory of the huge cocks which had been inside her cunt. And de�spite the humiliation of licking another woman's butt, she wouldn't deny herself. Her cunt felt too good. Arching her neck, Mary parted her lips, felt the hot flesh ease down on her face. She shot her tongue out.
"Aaaahhhh!" Lavage groaned. A pencil thin bolt of pleasure, burning hot as a gas flame, shot through her rectum. Immediately, she jammed Mary's hole with another finger.
The result was electrifying. Mary rebounded against the floor and jammed her tongue deep into the sphincter. It was like a switch had been turned on in her cunt. She heard excited noises followed by laughter. Her twat was puckered up like the mouth of a volcano, and just as hot, too. Lavage's fingers pulled out and her vagina shrank down firm and tight.
"Hurrrrry!" Lavage said.
John nudged Alfred. The French broad was squatting down on the girl's face and from the slurping sounds coming from Frenchie's rump, the girl wasn't wasting any time using that tongue. There wasn't any need for Alfred to hold down her arm. Mary wasn't going anywhere.
"Damn, John, these two broads make me so damn hard! Look at my cock. It's big as a tele�phone pole."
"Get the damn dildo," snapped John. "Save your hard on for later."
John seriously wondered about his brother's antic behavior. Any man would get a hard on watching these two women attack each other like sharks going after raw meat. John had a hard on that threatened to jump through his pants. Shit, he wanted to fuck. Even Lavage would satisfy his savage lust. His eyes went down her thin shoul�ders and along her spine to her ripe, fluttering cheeks and then down to the vinyl boots. He almost had to laugh. She was such a clown. Grab her by the throat, slap the broad's face three or four times and then stick your cock in her cunt while she's scared and shaky. He knew how to handle dykes. All this bullshit about the vinyl and razors was all show. It might scare a girl, but not him!
"Here it is," shouted Alfred, scampering back.
In one hand he held the long plastic cock Ms. Lavage used to break the girls in. In the other, Alfred held the real thing. He had stripped off his clothes and was frantically masturbating.
"I sometimes wonder," began John. But Mary moaned as Lavage's asshole went squeak against her lips, and he grabbed the dildo from his broth�er's outstretched hand and gave it to Lavage.
The French Lesbian looked terribly uncomfort�able. Her slim buttocks were hunching back and forth across Mary's face, her flesh twitching with each forward movement. Lavage looked exhausted. Sweat dribbled from her brow and ran down her neck and over the ripe strawberry colored nipples jutting from the ends of her tits. The sneering mouth was soft, oddly vulnerable. Her dark eyes, flashing like broken glass only minutes before, were soft and moist. John watched, surprised at this change in the fabled French hooker. He smiled. "I never thought I'd see the day," he said.
Lavage turned away, hiding her face from his gloating eyes as she gripped the dildo. There was no hiding the lust and desire she felt. Lavage had made love countless times and never, not once, had she felt so excited. Holding the girl's mound, lick�ing the labia with her lips had caused spasms after spasm to shoot through her cunt and all of her body, taking her brain right out of her head.
She tingled from the top of her scalp to the bottom of her feet, sweating inside the vinyl boots. It's happened. I didn't want it to. I thought I was tougher than that. And John knows it happened. I'll never be the same!
Now, revealed in a frank, naked way she'd never thought possible, Lavage was shaking, ting�ling, fear rattling her shredded composure. She held the dildo by the handle. The conical head angled away from her wrist like a dagger. Lavage felt a surge of strength. Fuck her cunt! Fuck her cunt and be strong! The words came to her sud�denly. She pushed her ass down on Mary's mouth and looked at the huge mound covered with the silky blonde hair. What a beautiful cunt! The red rim of her labia was peaking through the hair pile and the soft willing flesh waited eagerly for her stabbing arm.
In! Stick it in! Lavage held her breath, feeling her nipples throbbing, her breasts shaking. The tongue kept licking in her rump. She brought her hand high over her head, then arched down�ward.
Mary's belly had tensed up. She eagerly await�ed Lavage's tender, loving red lips at her clitoris, stirring joy in her honeypot.
When the dildo went in, it formed a bulge. Mary wagged, then twisted and finally flattened out against the floor. It kept getting wider and wider and wider. The dildo opened her chasm and pushed back her sensitive labia and stretched her cunt to the breaking point.
Mary shrieked. A hard, pounding pain enveloped her crotch. It rose upward and engulfed her womb. She started to tingle all over, her butt shaking and shimeying.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped, sucking in lung�fuls of air.
Then the dildo was clicked out and electricity started to spit out through the batteries and into her wet, sticky cunt, and then things really got moving.
And in one hell of a hurry.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He had come once, then gone soft and now his cock was hard again. Debbie tenderly licked the soft ring of circumcised flesh capping his penis.
Anderson looked at Debbie. He had vented the frustrations and anger of the past two weeks by brutalizing this girl, whose only real crime was ac�cepting a free ride down to the beach.
It was none of his business that she was a pros�titute. She owed him nothing beyond a few pleasurable minutes in the sack. And she had done her job well. In fact, Debbie was fantastic in bed. And now, flexing his legs along the sides of her face as her lips bobbed up and down, sending exquisite jolts of passion through his cock, he felt guilty.
Yes, more than a little guilty for peeing on her face. That was not called for. He had peed on her and humiliated Debbie to tears. Perhaps she was not cut out to be a prostitute after all. But what gave him the right to punish Debbie just because she had not furnished the information he wanted?
It was silly. She didn't know his daughter. There was no reason that she should. And now, rising up, feeling his balls rolling between her fingers as she squeezed them gently, he thought that perhaps his search for Mary would go no further than this bedroom.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" he gasped. A long ribbon of sperm ejaculated from his fuck hose and spewed into Debbie's warm, sucking throat. She wiggled like an eel, jerking him, sucking him with tender lips while fingers danced merrily at his scrotum. Her mouth went squish, squish, squish as he em�ptied down her throat.
When at last he finished and his cock had shriv�eled into a semi erection, he looked down at Deb�bie. She lay gasping at the foot of the bed. Rolling her head, he saw sperm had splattered like plaster across her lips. She was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long auburn hair was matted and unkempt. There were many things he wanted to ask this girl. She was pretty and well mannered and obviously came from a good home. There was much about her that he liked. She represented everything a father could hope for in his daughter. Closing his eyes, he could picture Debbie on the cheerleader squad at South�ern Cal, leading the football team to another Rose Bowl victory. She was bright and cheerful and could easily begin a professional career. So why end up in this sleazy hotel? How many other men had used her body to fulfill a few minutes of fun? How many times had her beautiful face been slap�ped? Her mouth abused and punished? Her cunt violated? Her asshole raped?
Debbie saw that Anderson was looking at her. She blushed. It was a feminine response, one that twisted Anderson into knots. He was not a callous animal. He was a tender, loving man, a proud husband, a devoted father. Debbie rested her head against his crotch, cuddling her face between his legs for warmth.
"Debbie," he began. His voice came out a dulled whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Debbie, how did you end up in this hotel?"
She looked up, her eyes more curious than staring.
"Why do you ask?"
"You told me about the brothers that turn girls into prostitutes," he said. "But I can't believe they alone made you turn into a whore."
She laughed softly in a way Anderson found very appealing.
"It was not just them," she said. "You don't know about Madam Lavage, do you?"
He shook his head.
"Ms. Lavage is a sadist," said Debbie. "She puts the finishing touches on before we hit the street."
What could one woman do to a girl like Deb�bie? He had known her for less than a day. How had she changed?
"Ms. Lavage is a horrible woman," Debbie said.
"So tell me about her."
He moved back and let Debbie sit at the end of the bed. She saw his pecker flicker and grab�bed for it, but he pushed her hand away. For several moments, she sat fighting with her own con�science. It was a hell of a struggle. She broke out in a sweat. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Sev�eral moments passed before she looked up, her eyes streaming with tears, and spoke.
It was a sordid story, one so crude and inhu�man that Anderson was moved to action.
"And this happens to every girl?" he asked when she paused.
Debbie nodded.
Despite the obvious dangers, Anderson felt he must see for himself. Debbie listened to him, but she shook her head when he asked her to lead him to Ms. Lavage.
"It's too dangerous," she said. "There are too many guards."
"Like this one?" he said rising from the bed and throwing the door open.
The boy with the squashed nuts lay passed out on the floor where he had fallen.
"Now come on," he said. "I want to see for myself."
Halfway down the hall they heard moaning. It was an odd sound the thick hotel walls and the even thicker carpet effectively soundproofed the ancient hotel rooms, yet the sounds were audible.
They reached the last door and stopped. An�derson saw that Debbie was shaking all over. Her eyes were dilated from fright. He grabbed her by the arms and asked if this was the room.
She nodded.
Putting his ear to the door, Anderson heard a weak voice say, "Fuck! Fuck my cunt! Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop."
That was funny. It sounded like Mary. Oh, God that sounded exactly like his Mary!
His knees went weak and a cold chill went up his spine as he gripped the doorknob. The odds were a million to one that his daughter was behind that door.
He tried the knob and found it locked. The door was pine, perhaps a replacement for the or�iginal, not well built. He put his shoulder against the wood, pressing forward. Go on, he told himself. The wood will give. Go in and see.
Taking a deep breath, Anderson held the han�dle tightly. With sudden explosive force he slam�med against the wood. The wood gave, then re�sisted, then finally broke. He heard wood splinter�ing and a sharp pain in his shoulder as he came through, springing the door loose.
Immediately he heard a scream behind him. He spun low, expecting to be met by a fist, or a gun. But it was only Alfred.
He was standing behind the splintered door, holding his hard on.
Anderson looked hard. Who was this fool standing naked, holding his cock? Then he noticed the door had swung back violently. It had caught Alfred squarely, jamming his erection back into his groin.
"Ohhhhh!" he said, slumping to the floor. Anderson heard more noises. Only a fraction of a second had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. His eyes darted around, falling on the slumped, thin figure of a woman wearing vinyl boots. She was grinding her pelvis against the floor, moaning and screaming, slamming her boots on the carpet.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" she gasped.
Underneath the woman's grinding hips was the long, lean body of another woman. Anderson watched the girl's arms weaving in the air in slow motion, like long tendrils of kelp swaying in the ocean currents. Anderson was awestruck, his eyes bulging as the two naked bodies coupled together in an amorous embrace. One girl was hunching up and down, undulating like a snake. It was wild, heavy stuff as these two girls fucked each other. Almost as if she has a cock, thought Anderson.
And then he saw it. As Lavage rose, the thick white dildo stuck out of her cunt. "Ooooo!" groaned the girl underneath. The other end of the dildo was jammed deep in her juicy cunt.
"My God!" he gasped, seeing but not be�lieving. "They are fucking each other!"
A long, muscular arm came out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck. It was a man's arm and a strong one. A knee came up against his spine. His back arched like a bow. It was a searing, ter�rible pain. His lungs screamed for oxygen. His strength was slipping away as the arm squeezed his throat, wrenching his spine to the breaking point. Then he heard it.
"Aaaaahhhh! I'm commmming!" groaned Mary. The buzzing dildo exploded in her collapsed cunt. She seized it and humped away, screaming with more joy than she had ever felt before.
Mary, that's my Mary, Anderson realized. He lifted his legs, and summoning all his strength, curled into a ball and rolled back on the attacker.
Surprised by his move, John lost his armhold and found himself falling. He crumpled heavily to the floor as Anderson's head popped loose. Anderson rose unsteadily to his feet. He kicked out and caught John in the balls.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he gasped, holding his injured nuts. His scream of pain was matched by shouts of exquisite joy from Mary's open mouth. Lavage's skinny torso had been whisked aside and Mary was holding the dildo with both hands, driving the stout shaft in and out of her slit.
Anderson rose unsteadily, looked at his daugh�ter joy fucking her cunt, and almost crumpled back to the floor. It was an explosive jolt that took his breath away. He watched Mary flopping around like a fish out of water. That was his daughter, he kept repeating. That was his daughter over there!
He was so weak that crawling the few feet to his daughter's orgasmic body was sheer torture. His daughter had not seen him yet. Her eyes were shut. She concentrated on the white fuck stick.
Anderson watched, horrified, unable to do any�thing. Her fingers wrapped around the dildo. Her body was hot and sweaty and the odor of sex was overpowering. It hung like a thick cloud in the air. Faster and faster Mary's fingers worked.
Her cunt channel ached from the stabbing dil�do. The muscles cramped down tighter and tighter, squeezing like the jaws of a vise. Mary felt a shiver of joy, followed quickly by another and still ano�ther. Suddenly, the artificial cock disappeared in her slit and Mary was screaming at the top of her voice.
"Yaaaaaa!"
Her hips jerked and twisted and hunched. Electricity zinged through her cunt hole and up her spine and through her head. Her cunt squeezed down hard, spasmed with pleasure, then went soft.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, flopping against the floor. Suddenly the dildo was alive and her cunt was going crazy and she was screaming. Mary was coming again!
Her father could only watch helplessly. His dick was hard as an iron stake, but he was too weak to fuck until his daughter turned her head, opened her fright filled eyes and groaned, "Help me, Daddy!" she moaned.
For an instant their eyes met, drawing father and daughter together in a passionate embrace. Anderson somehow dragged himself between his daughter's spread legs. Her slit was puffy, terribly bloated. He ran his shaking hand up her thigh, covering the thick mound which held him in a trance.
He wetted his fingers in her cunt juice and then lubed the end of his penis.
"Hurry!" gasped Mary. She felt caught between reality and fantasy. She saw her father and it didn't surprise her. Somehow she'd known he would show up. As he touched her skin, Mary was afraid to talk, afraid that he might just be a fig�ment of her imagination. Then his finger poked into her cunt and she gasped. That bony shaft, hard as a cock and just as big, was no illusion. And his hands, lifting up her buttocks, were not imagined. That was the real thing.
Anderson was moving fast and furious. He was not the same man who minutes before was too ex�hausted to move. Eagerly, he massaged his daugh�ter's cunt, making her slit soft with his two twist�ing fingers.
It was Mary, his own daughter! He couldn't get over the shock. As his cock came up the trembling inside of her thigh, inching closer to the moist fuck hole, he moaned to himself about the evil of incest. It would ruin her for life. She would hate him, he thought. Hate him and every other man. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop now. She had the most beautiful cunt in the world. It was just begging for his huge cock. All around them were sounds of men groaning, and two women were watching him violate his daughter. Debbie and Ms. Lavage stood at either side, their eyes sparkling like diamonds.
I'm a bastard for fucking my own daughter, he thought, feeling his cock penetrating her pussy. I'll rot in hell for sure!
But nothing would drag him away. And as his shaft slid nicely up her twat, and as Mary rolled her hips, moving her cunt so juice and soft flesh helped him inside, Anderson laughed to himself.
He didn't really care what happened afterward. Like most loving fathers, Bob Anderson was finally doing what he had dreamt about all these years. And it was fantastic! Fucking fantastic!
