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   A Car for my Daughter

   By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)



   "How much for the little one?" the dark skinned Mexican asked leering
down at me.  I felt a cold chill run down my spine.

   "Eighty," momma replied as if this was a perfectly normal activity.

   "For all three?"

   Momma gave a soft chuckle.  "No, each, eighty for each." He continued
staring at me like a buffet item, his eyes roaming up and down my slim
form. My heart began to race.  Next his attention turned towards my sister
Vicky.

   "How much for that one?" he asked casually as if bargain hunting.

   We were standing in front of the liquor store about a block away from
the run-down hotel we were staying in.  We'd gone down there with momma to
get her cigarettes and another bottle of vodka.  Everyday she drinks a big
bottle of the cheapest vodka they have.

   "Sixty," came the matter-of-factual reply.  "Each," she added not giving
him a chance to ask.

   "That's too much, Senora.  How much for all three of us?"

   "For which one?" He paused and looked us both over before speaking in
Spanish to the other two men with him.  I could tell momma was getting
nervous about possibly losing a "sale" and spoke up.  "This one's got nice
tits," she said pushing Vicky forwards towards the men.

   It was bad enough that we're auctioned off to strange men for sex but do
we really need to be put on display in public too?  The highway was about
forty feet away and we were standing right in front of the liquor store in
broad day light.  Turning away for the street, momma grabbed the bottom of
Vicky's shirt and lifted, pulling her bra up as well, exposing her
soon-to-be B cup breasts to the men.  The window of the liquor store had
several posters and ads blocking anyone inside from seeing this, but there
were a lot of people around outside.

   "How much?" he repeated.

   "One fifty, for all three for one hour.  That's a great deal `cause
she's only 13," she added.

   The men spoke again in Spanish before the `leader' counter-offered a
hundred, for two hours.  They bargained back and forth a few times before
finally agreeing to $120 dollars for an hour and a half with Vicky.  I
breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it wouldn't be me having to have sex
this time.

   In the room the men were all over her like hungry wolves, pulling and
jerking her different ways between them, fighting to get her undressed. 
Once naked, she was thrown to the bed and one of the men began licking her
pussy while he undressed.

   The other two tore off their clothes and the leader straddled Vicky's
head, pushing his cock into her mouth.  The last man began kneading and
suckling her breasts like a nursing kitten.

   I watched momma as she slowly poured vodka into a Dixie cup not even
bothering to look at what the men were doing to her oldest daughter.  Next
she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke towards me and took a big sip of her
drink.

   Turning my attention back to the bed, the man who had been licking her
was now naked but still licking her.  I wondered if he would do that if he
knew just two hours before him some other guy had fucked her and didn't use
a condom.  A lot of the men didn't use them.  I smiled thinking what his
reaction would be if he sucked out a big wad of cum.

   "Here, get something to eat," momma said throwing twenty dollars of the
money the men paid for Vicky on the table.  "And I want my change." I took
the money and heard a squeal.  Looking over I saw the man who had been
licking her was now on top of her and was thrusting in and out.  Even with
all the men she's been with, she still squeals like a stuck pig when they
first enter her.

   I didn't really want to watch what they were going to do to her although
I already knew.  I've seen it thousands of times and did it myself more
times than I can remember.  I walked to McDonald's and order a happy meal.
I couldn't spend too much or momma will be mad.  Not wanting to get back
too soon, I took over an hour eating and slowly made my way back.  I was
hoping they were gone, but figured they weren't.

   They didn't even flinch as I opened the door carrying a combo meal for
Vicky.  I knew she'd be starved and would want to eat once they finished
with her.  One of the men was on his back with Vicky on top of him.  A
second man was kneeling behind her and thrusting to and fro.  I knew she
did anal and figured that's where his cock was.  The last man was moving
his hips slowly back and forth while she sucked him.

   I sat at the empty table and wondered where momma was.  The bathroom
door was ajar with the light off so I was concerned.  Why did she leave
Vicky alone with these men?  One of the men grunted loudly, I wasn't sure
which one, but knew what that sound meant.  He was polluting her body with
his cum.  Slowly the one kneeling behind her backed away, panting.  It must
have been him who grunted.  He traded places with the man getting a blow
job and the action continued.

   We met with the men around 2 o'clock and brought them here.  They didn't
wasted any time getting her in the bed and now it was after 4.  I
remembered momma saying they paid for only an hour and a half so they
should be finished by now but momma wasn't here to stop them.  I sat back
and pulled out a cold fry.

   Almost 20 minutes later momma finally returned carrying a small grocery
bag.  She also must have paid a visit to Vinnie, her dealer `cause she had
that look on her face.  It was a calm, relaxed expression with her eyes all
glassy and pupils' dilated.

   "Where's my change?" she demanded dropping the bag in front of me. 
Digging into my pocket I retrieved what was left of the twenty, putting it
on the table next to the bag.  The men were still going at Vicky and momma
seemed to realize that they went way over their time.

   "You're done," she barked at them heading into the bathroom.  "Get the
fuck out," she added slamming the door.  They mumbled something in Spanish
but began moving away from her.  I watched as they slowly dress still
discussing Vicky.  Momma came out just as they were leaving.

   "If you want `er again, same deal, okay?" They smiled speaking to each
other and laughing as they left.  I went to see Vicky.

   She was on her back staring up at the ceiling.  Bite marks, hickies
bruises, scratches, red marks and cum covered most of her body.  "You
okay?"

   She didn't speak for the longest time.  "I hate her," she finally said.
"I ain't doing this shit no more.  I'll run away if I got to."

   "Run away?  Vicky you can't do that.  Momma won't let you go."

   "Fuck `er.  I don't give a damn no more." She asked me to get her a
cigarette and I returned to sit with her on the bed.  "I'm going to
Chicago. Tonight when she's passed out from all that booze, I'm gunna
split, turn a trick to get some money and buy a ticket.  You commin'?"

   I looked at her.  She can't be serious.  When momma's drunk or high she
sometimes talks about her dad still living in Chicago and that's the only
family we know of.  He kicked her out about 15 years ago and she's never
spoken to him since.  She ended up in Miami and has been in one
relationship after another for as long as either of us can remember.

   About two years ago we got evicted from our third apartment and had no
place to go.  With momma heroin problem she's lost a lot of weight and
looks sickly.  Too sick to turn tricks anymore.  That's when she started
letting the men use us.  At first only Vicky turned tricks but about nine
months ago some looser offered momma $500 for my virginity and she
accepted.

   "You commin'?" She asked again snapping me out of my thoughts.  "You
don't wanna be with that crazy bitch by yourself and I'm not staying here
one more day!"

   "What the fuck are you two talkin' `bout?" Momma blurted out finally
emerging from the bathroom.  Vicky spoke a little too loudly and momma
heard enough to know she was up to something.  We both mumbled nothing and
I went to sit at the table, flipping the 19 inch TV on to watch.  Momma
stood over Vicky for a full 20 seconds just staring at her.  "Take a
shower, you're a fuckin' mess." She turned towards me and I smiled when
Vicky stuck her middle finger at her.

   After the bathroom door closed and the water started momma took the
remote from me and turned off the TV.  "What's going on, Crystal?" she
asked with both hands on her hips.  Momma has this scary look that puts me
into a panic and when she uses that tone of voice, I know I'm in trouble. I
looked towards the bathroom then back to her.  "I asked you a question,
what's going on?"

   I'm not strong enough to lie to her and found myself relaying Vicky's
plan to run away tonight.  I felt bad about it, but knew that if I didn't
tell her, I'd be the one in trouble and you didn't want to feel momma's
wrath.

   It took almost a full minute before she reacted and didn't say anything.
She simply poured another glass of vodka, grabbed her purse and cigarettes
and left.  I felt relief that she wouldn't be mad at me, but I was
concerned about what she would do to Vicky.

   The last time Vicky made her mad she took Ben Gay and rubbed it all over
her pussy.  I never heard anyone scream like that before and never wanted
to do anything to warrant that treatment.  She was still in pain two days
later but momma made her keep working.  I turned the TV back on.

   "Where's the bitch?" Vicky asked emerging from the bathroom.

   "I dunno, she left a while ago." I wanted to tell her that momma knew of
her plan but I was afraid.  She sensed something was wrong with me and kept
asking until I broke down and told her.  I can't help it as I have no will
of my own.

   "God damnit, Crystal, why'd you do that?  Shit, I'm really fucked. 
Thanks a lot, sister!" she said sarcastically.

   "I'm sorry, Vicky, I didn't mean to, it's just she made me and..."

   "Save it, I don't wanna hear nothing you got to say right now." I really
felt bad.  With everything we've been through we'd always been there for
each other.  We were all we had and I betrayed her.  I watched as she
grabbed a plastic shopping bag and began throwing what few possessions she
had into it.  We didn't have much as momma sold or pawned anything of
value.

   "If you wanna come, get your shit together," she said slipping on a pair
of shorts.  I stood as if in a trance watching her.  I wanted to go but at
the same time I was scared.  Not just of what momma would do if she caught
us, but of not knowing what would happen to us.  Even if we made it to
Chicago how would we find our grandfather and would he even want us?

   Brushing her hair a few times, she threw the brush in with her things
and headed for the door.  "You comin'?" I stared at her for the longest
time.  It felt like hours but was probably only about a minute before I
shook my head.  I felt trapped and couldn't leave.  My feet were like
cemented to where I stood and wouldn't move.

   "Well maybe I'll see you `round then," she said swinging open the door
and disappearing behind it.  For the first time in a long time I began to
cry.  I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but it felt like something I had
to do.  I got into bed and put the pillow over my head.  Somehow this made
me feel better, like the whole world was suddenly gone.

   I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know momma is shaking
me and yelling at me.  I couldn't clear my head fast enough to understand
what she was saying.  "Where's Vicky!" I finally heard after she repeated
it several times.

   "Gone."

   "Gone where?" I sat up and looked at her angry face glaring back at me.
I suddenly felt sick.  She would get the information out of me and it
wouldn't take much.  Twenty minutes later we were at the bus station
looking for her.  She'd been gone over an hour and I wasn't even sure she
was here but momma somehow knew she was.

   Checking the schedule she found a bus heading to St.  Paul with a stop
in Chicago leaving in thirty minutes.  She knew where to go and we found
her sitting on a bench talking to some black guy.  Momma grabbed her by the
shirt and jerked her to her feet.  I coward nearby afraid to watch what was
happening.

   Surprisingly momma didn't have too much to say to her and pulled her
from the station by the arm with me in close pursuit.  One time Vicky
turned to look at me but only briefly.  I knew that she was angry at me for
ratting her out again.

   We ended up going to this guy that had had sex with Vicky a few times
and each time offered to buy her for a thousand dollars.  Momma wasn't dumb
as she was making that much every two or three days with Vicky and always
refused his offer.  Now that she was a liability, momma was willing to make
the exchange.  Only this time he didn't have the cash and offered her a
10-year-old car instead.

   I looked at the two-tone green Mercury Cougar and groaned.  It needed
work and wasn't much to look at, but at least it was a car and momma knew
eventually Vicky would run away again and she might not be able to find her
again.  She's a flight risk and it would be better if she was someone
else's problem.

   I also found out later that Vicky was three months pregnant and momma
said in one of her drunken rages that she didn't need `no fuckin' bastard
brat bothering her.' That just left the two of us and without my older,
braver sister around, I knew what would happen.

   Momma had an expensive habit, to the tune of $350 a day.  We also needed
a place to live, which ran $30 a night, food, clothes, her cigarettes and
vodka and now a car to add to our costs.  Usually we needed $500 a day to
cover all the bills, but it would be more now and without Vicky here to
earn most of the money, the burden suddenly fell on me to be the sole bread
winner.

   She had no money and the car was out of gas when we got it so we went
back to the motel.  It had been a long tiring day for both of us and I was
exhausted.  She had taken the bus ticket away from Vicky and tore it up
right in front of her at the station and I wished she would have tried to
get the $40 back so we could have some gas money.

   There was a knock at the door and we both looked at each other.  No one
should be here to visit us.  Momma went to the door and looked through the
window.  She smiled and opened the door.  It was Bill, a guy that has been
fucking Vicky for almost a year now.  He was here about a week ago and came
by to see if we're still in the same room.

   Momma explained to him that Vicky had run away to work on her own but
that I was available if he wanted.  He smiled and winked.  "I'd wanted her
since the first day I saw her but I wasn't sure she was available.  I
didn't want you to think I was some kinda perv for wanting such a young
girl." They both sort of laughed over that but since it was said, momma
wasted no time quoting my price to him.

   I was twenty dollars more but, in his words, `well worth it' and he had
me for 30 minutes.  He liked to fuck Vicky's ass but since I never did that
before, he didn't make me but he did everything else.  Later I went to
sleep with his cum leaking from me.  It was also the first time I got a bed
all to myself.

   After he left, momma left too and was gone for a long time.  I fell
asleep and awoke with a start as she sat nearby staring at me.  I asked her
what was wrong and she smiled.  "Nothing's wrong, honey, you just go back
to sleep." I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  She hasn't called me
that in a very long time.

   The next morning about 10 o'clock we drove to a 7-Eleven and waited. 
She had spent the money Bill gave her and we still had no gas and no gas
money.  My stomach growled from hunger as I hadn't eaten since before she
got the car.

   I wasn't sure why we were waiting but I knew without any gas, we
couldn't get very far.  After about 10 minutes a man drove up and went
inside.  "There's your fish," she said with a wink.  That's what she called
men; a fish and women were the bait and needed to be alluring in order to
`catch' them.

   "I'll go reel him in," she said giving me a slight smile as she exited
the car.  I could see through the window that she was talking to the man
near the back of the store.  I wasn't sure what she said but I knew what
she was talking about.  A few minutes later they were heading towards the
car.

   The early morning sun was in my face so I couldn't see him clearly as he
stood next to my opened window and the light made my crystal-blue eyes
shine like gemstones.  Momma named me Crystal because of the color of my
eyes when I was born.  People have often said they look as if there's a
light shining through them.  He must have liked what he saw but commented
that he didn't have the $80 she was asking for.

   "There's an ATM machine in there," she informed him as she tried to
close the deal.  He looked back down at me and I knew that he was seriously
considering it.  "Feel her titties, they're tiny and soft," she added
hoping that would do it.

   Reaching through the window, his fingers pinched my right nipple and he
rubbed it back and forth like two coins.  They were only puffy nipples
right now and not much meat to them at all.  They have been called
everything from gum drops to mini marshmallows and they sank into my chest
with the slightest pressure.

   "How about 60?" he said not taking his eyes or his fingers off of me.

   Momma looked at the both of us and agreed.  We really needed the money
so I guess its okay.

   We drove behind the building and he parked next to us.  "Get in the back
and make it good for him," she told me getting out to meet him.  I climbed
over the seat and sat in the back.  I'd never had sex in a car before and I
wasn't sure what to expect.

   Watching, I saw him handing her the money before opening the back door
to get in with me.  I smiled at him because that's what I'm supposed to do.
Right away his hands were all over me, grabbing and groping me every where.
It took him about two minutes to have me fully undressed and was sucking on
my nipples.  Next he leaned back and wanted me to suck his cock.  Guys like
to get their cocks sucked.

   Momma sat on the trunk of the car watching and doubling as a look out in
case someone came around.  No one did and soon I was on my back with him on
top of me rutting inside my pussy like a wild boar.  The car was actually
bouncing up and down and squeaking from his thrusts.  I let out a few
grunts as he hit the back of my vagina several times.  He wasn't gentle but
then again he was paying for sex so why should he be?

   Not soon enough he was done and panting on top of me.  Sweat dripped off
his face onto mine and he was clammy and wet.  Slowly his shrinking cock
eased out of me as I felt my tight pussy expelling it once it got too
pliable to remain inside.  I also felt a gush of warmness following right
behind it and pooling along my butt crack.

   I looked up at the torn and faded ceiling and noticed the dome light
cover was missing.  Funny how you notice little things like sometimes.  He
got out of the car and I stayed just like that.  Naked, on my back with one
leg bent along the backrest, my foot flat on the seat and one leg hanging
over the edge on the floor board.  I closed my eyes.

   Moments later the driver's door opened, I felt the car move and the
engine started.  It was loud, much louder than most cars and it seemed even
louder in the back.  My body rocked around a few times while momma drove
around to the front of the store to get gas.  She went inside and I stayed
resting in the back.  After a while I had a feeling someone was watching me
and opened my eyes to see a face in the window staring down at me.

   I let out a startled yelp, closing my legs and reaching for my clothes.
I was still naked and suddenly felt extremely exposed with this old man
looking at me.  What little hair he had on his head was totally gray and he
had a lot of wrinkles and was very ugly.

   "Can I help you?" I heard momma voice from a distance and felt some
comfort in knowing she was coming and the old man would probably leave. 
The man said nothing and watched her as she approached.

   "You like `er?" I heard her ask from a few feet away.  My eyes widened.

   "She's very pretty.  What's her name?"

   "Crystal, her name's Crystal."

   "Well, Crystal, you're quite a lovely young lady," he said directing his
stare back to me.  I wasn't sure how to react.

   "For eighty dollars you can see just how lovely she really is," momma
said now standing right next to him.  He looked at her surprised.

   "Are you serious?" Momma nodded with a smile.  He looked back at me.  I
had already grabbed my clothes and had covered myself before momma even got
there.  His stared ping ponged back and forth between the two of us.  "What
do I get for eighty dollars?" he asked focusing his intense look my way.

   "Crystal, show him what he's payin' for," she said with her stern gaze.
I knew what she meant and slowly pulled my short away from my lap and
parted my legs, exposing myself to him.  He smiled a toothy grin and never
took his eyes off me.

   "You got someplace to go?"

   "Drive `round back, we'll meet you there." It had hardly been 15 minutes
since the last guy and she's already got another one?  I cringed at the
thought.  Poor Vicky went through this all the time.  At $50 or $60 each,
momma had her doing nine or ten dates a day just to pay the bills.  It
seemed like she was saving me for something and I only did one or two and
some days not even one.  I guess that will all changed now.

   I sat up when the door opened and the old man eased himself in the
backseat with me.  He was missing a tooth or two and had a weird smile but
that didn't matter.  He was paying to be with me so I had to endure
whatever I had to.

   "You're very pretty, Crystal," he said reaching out to brush a stray
lock of hair away from my face.  "And you have beautiful eyes." I smiled
not wanting to like him.  I felt the car move and noticed momma had climbed
back onto the truck.  She'll get a ring-side seat again.

   With the small talk out of the way he unzipped his pants and pulled them
down below his butt.  I sat up knowing that he'd probably want me to suck
it.  Every guy wants that for some reason.  When I saw his cock I had to do
a double take.  It wasn't fully hard yet but was already longer than most
cocks I'd had and was very thick.

   I couldn't stop staring at it.  "You ever seen one this big before?" he
asked shaking it at me like a hose.  I shook my head.  "Why don't you come
say `hi' to Willie?" he added grabbing me behind the neck and pulling me
towards his lap.  Taking it in my hand my fingers wouldn't wrap fully
around it, even with it not yet fully hard.  My fingers sank into the
fleshy rod and skin bulged between them.  The head completely filled my
mouth and I struggled to get the crown past my teeth.  It began to throb
and swell larger, growing stiffer by the minute.

   Gently he bounced my head up and down, not forcing too much inside my
mouth and allowing me to set how deep it went.  I wouldn't have thought old
guys like this could get a hard-on any more and never imagined that there
were cocks this big out there.  Once fully hard, he leaned me back and
crawled between my opened legs.  I spread them as wide as I could to allow
him to enter me.

   As he forced the plumb-sized head into me I squealed, reminding me of
Vicky.  More went in before he pulled back a little then pushed a more
inside.  I was thankful that the last guy came inside me making me wet and
slippery or I might not be able to take this thing.  After several minutes
of trying, he finally was able to get most of it in but it didn't go too
far.  I was still shallow down there and I guess that he didn't want to
hurt me.

   It didn't work though because he stretched me more that I'd ever been
before.  It felt like he was tearing me inside and the large ridge on the
head scraped against my inner tissue like sandpaper.  Back and forth in and
out he went increasing his speed and depth a little at a time.  I knew that
I wouldn't be able to handle the full length and whimpered as he began to
pound the large shaft harder into me.  He wasn't as rough as the last guy
but his size made it very painful.

   He lasted maybe 10 minutes more before spraying his seed inside me and
slowly coming to a stop.  I felt it swell a little more right before it
began to jerk repeatedly, filling me with his cum.  He was finished and I
felt a wave of relief.

   As he withdrew, it felt like my insides were being pulled out along with
it.  Finally if popped free and I could feel cold air rushing in from the
void it left.  Slowly it closed back but it throbbed in pain.  "You're very
tight," he said moving around to pull his pants back up.  I guess for his
size most women would be tight.  I smiled as if it was a compliment.



   Just like that he was gone.  It's just as well as I don't think my pussy
could handle something like that again.  It felt like it was on fire and I
just knew he tore something inside me.  There was a stabbing pain all
through my lower body and centered on my pussy.  Momma was suddenly
standing outside the car looking in.

   "Get dressed," was all she said closing the door and moving around to
the driver's side.  Getting in she started the car and drove to the front
of the store.  I was able to get my shorts and shirt on before she stopped.
"Go to the restroom and clean up, and here," she said handing me a ten
dollar bill.  "Buy yourself a soda and ice cream."

   I smiled taking the money.  That was my reward for having sex with two
strange men in the parking lot behind the 7-Eleven.  I waddled towards the
store still feeling the discomfort of having sex with such a large cock. 
It was now a dull ache but still burned a little.  I just knew he tore me
inside.

   Peeing felt like hot lava as it poured out of me.  Thick strings of
slime dripped out along with the urine until after I stopped peeing.  It
stung and I dipped my finger inside my hole just to see if there was any
blood.  I could have sworn he tore me but there wasn't any blood.  Taking a
few wet hand towels I wiped my crotch as well as I could and looked at my
pussy.  It looked like hell.  All red, a little swollen and sort of
chapped. Oh well, that's the price you pay I guess.

   Fixing myself the best I could, I got a soda and looked into the freezer
for and ice cream.  My eyes focused on the bomb pop with its three colors
and long slender shape like a rocket.  I briefly thought that it would feel
really good if I shoved that into my pussy.  Maybe it would cool it off
some.  I bought it anyway, not for my pussy but because it was the cheapest
one they sold.

   Walking outside I noticed a man squatting next to the car talking to
momma.  She was in the driver's seat and laughing at whatever he was
saying. When she saw me she smiled and waved me over.  I frowned.  Where
else would I go?

   "Here she is," momma said all cheery and pleasant.  She's always like
that when she's making money.  The man looked me up and down then turned
back to her.

   "She's young.  How old is she?" he asked glancing back to me.

   "Old enough to rock your world.  She's practically a virgin, just lost
her cherry not long ago."

   Practically a virgin?!  What's she talking about?  Tell that to the 100
or so men I've had sex with so far.  I smiled at the man.  I wouldn't want
to make momma mad right now.

   "I dunno, eighty's a lotta money."

   "Believe me; she's worth a lot more than that.  I just need some quick
cash so you get a discount." I watched as he gawked at me before standing
up.

   "I gotta get some cash, be right back," he said disappearing into the
store.  Momma looked at me and signaled for me to get in.  I got in the
back knowing that's where I'll be in a few minutes.

   The guy returned two minutes later and went around to the passenger side
getting into the front.  "You got a room or somethin' we can go to?"

   "Something like that," she said starting the car.

   ~ end of chapter 1

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