Cunnie by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) M+g, multi, unprotected, prost, preg, ped *************************************************************** A chip vendor encounters a homeless woman and her young daughter at a Mexican mini mall and succumbs to her charms, getting something he never expected in return. *************************************************************** "Com'on, Pete, have one of the new guys cover it," I protested. "I'm the senior extra and should have the right to pick which route I want to be on!" "That's exactly why I need you to run it. You've been around longer and know how difficult this route is. I need someone who knows the ropes to run it." "But Pete, I *hate* Jorge's route. It's in the worst part of town and hardly anyone speaks English. It's a real challenge just to communicate with the customers. Jose speaks Spanish, send him!" "Jose is still training and would be totally lost on a route right now, especially one as difficult as this one. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to be on this route Monday morning. Jorge leaves good notes and maps so you shouldn't have any problem finding the accounts," Pete said turning to walk away, ending my objections. I was furious. Of all the routes, this one is by far the one I did NOT want to be on. It's one of the top routes in our district, but the fact it's located in the blighted inner-city had me concerned. I avoided that part of town at all costs and a white guy alone in that part of town, especially in a delivery truck is enough to lose sleep over. I just knew I'd be mugged, robbed or shot by the end of my first day. I had been working for Frito-Lay for about six months and anxiously awaiting a route to open up to stop being sent all over the state to cover routes. Being single helped as I didn't have anyone at home so I was always the one sent to other districts and sometimes another zone. I grumbled as I finished loading the truck on the current route I was covering, regretting Monday morning. Monday began relatively uneventfully as I kept a watchful eye out for trouble. There seemed to be large groups of men loitering at every stop and all seemed to be staring at me as I serviced the accounts. Cautiously I locked the doors when I was away from the truck not sure if anyone would try to steal a case or two of chips or look for my cash bag. Driving the dingy streets, I cringed noticing the decaying neighborhoods, abandoned cars striped of useful parts, the pawn shops, strips joints, bars and liquor stores seemingly on every corner. You can usually tell you're in a bad neighborhood from all the run-down business, graffiti, security bars on every window and the street whores and drug dealers peddling their products. I had to drive slower than the posted speed as the streets were in bad need of repair and full of potholes. It was almost eleven in the morning, about five hours into the route as I pulled into my next stop and realized it was a mini strip mall. There were four accounts to service; the largest being a Mexican meat market, followed by a liquor store, a bar and a billiards hall. As usual, large groups of men lingered around the buildings waiting for some unknown reason. The meat market was the busiest of the four, requiring three times a week servicing. Grabbing my handheld computer, I headed for the shop, walking past a homeless woman sitting alone under the furthest window with her arm resting on a beat-up shopping cart full of debris. I shook my head thinking that it was probably everything she owned. It was early June but she had on a knit cap with her graying, wirily hair protruding out all around it; an army-type jacket; thick socks. Her pants were filthy and tattered, her skin dark and leathery. A rusted coffee can rested next to her containing several dollar bills and loose change. She didn't seem to be doing too bad for money. After taking the order, I headed back to the truck and noticed a young girl was now sitting with the homeless woman watching as people walked by. Assuming she was the daughter of the homeless woman, I walked past the pair, grinning as the girl gave me a gaped-tooth smile. She was missing her front teeth which gave her a large hole in her mouth. She was just as dirty as the old woman and couldn't have been more than nine or ten-years-old. While waiting for my pick-list to print, I glanced over to see a stocky man approaching the homeless family before dropping what appeared to be money into the coffee can. The girl scampered up, tagging behind the man as they made their way across the parking lot to an old brown Buick. I watched as he held the back door open and the girl climbed in, flopping on her back. The man got in the back with her before closing the door. A quick glance at the mother left me confused as she seemed unconcerned about the situation. By the time I pulled the order, the girl was sitting with the old woman drinking from a Dixie cup as if nothing happened. Locking the back, I went around to the side to print the invoice and noticed another man standing at the homeless woman's feet and dropped something into the can. The girl sprang up like a jack-in-the-box and quickly followed the man to a late-Seventies pickup truck. I stared until the door closed and both disappeared from view onto the seat. Tearing the invoice from the printer, I headed toward the meat market, glancing into the coffee can as I passed; noticing a couple of dollars had been tossed into the can. The old woman never looked up, but she was mumbling something to herself. As a practice, I checked the order in near the windows and away from the chip isle and had just finished repacking the bags when I saw the passenger door on the pickup swing open and the young girl slipped out onto the asphalt, pulling her pajama shorts up in the process. I didn't want to believe that the two men she had gone with had sex with her, but what else could it be? My eyes followed her as she rejoined the old woman, dropping to the ground beside her like a sack of potatoes. Stacking my boxes onto the lay-down, I began filling the shelves, my mind fixed on the young girl. Twenty minutes later I was leaving the market and noticed the old woman was sitting alone. Scanning the lot, I looked over the scores of vehicles wondering which one the girl was in. After loading my empties, I reached for the handheld, locked the door, and turned just as the girl was stepping onto the sidewalk to join her mother on the sidewalk. The next account was a once-a-week stop and wouldn't take long to service as it was the billiards hall and only had one display. By the time I took the order and headed to the truck, the girl was gone again and the lot was filling up fast as it was already noon. Ten minutes later I was finished with that stop when I saw the girl getting out of a work truck, complete with ladders and a mounted box behind the cab. I noticed the name of a pest control company was printed on the side of the truck as it sped away and watched as she sat next to the old woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. The liquor store was twice-per-week stop and was a few businesses away from where I had parked, but with the lot so crowded, I didn't move the truck for fear I wouldn't find an empty stall. Upon returning from taking the order, the old woman was once again sitting alone. I shook my head wondering what was going on. The store had a great weekend and needed almost as many chips as the meat market so I knew it would take a while to service it. While filling the shelves, the owner stood nearby raving about Jorge. I grinned and agreed. "Mr. Sanchez," I began. "Do you know that old woman sitting in front of the meat market?" He smiled. "That's Mary. She's been a fixture here for a few years. Comes out here everyday, seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. Why do you ask?" "I was just wondering if that was her daughter sitting with her." "Yea, that Cunnie." "Connie?" I asked not sure I heard him correctly. "No, *Cunnie*, with a `U'." "That's her name? Is it like a nickname or something?" "I guess. That's what everyone calls her, even her mother." "What's going on with the girl? I mean I've been watching her and she seems to, uh, visit a lot of cars with guys. Any idea why?" Mr. Sanchez chuckled and looked suspiciously at me. I guess in the short time we knew each other; we developed some sort of assumed trust. "She's community property around here I guess you can say." "Community property? What does that mean?" "Um, let's just say she provides a service to the community." I was shocked that he'd say that to a virtual stranger and wasn't sure how to respond. Seconds later a customer entered the store and he walked away not giving me a chance to ask him to clarify his comment. After I finished filling the shelves, I stood at the counter as he waited on another customer. I stared out of the large front window, mostly blocked by ads, as an older man pulled open the passenger-side door of an older model SUV and helped the girl climb in, putting his hands all over her ass as he did. Sanchez noticed me staring and turned to see what I was watching. "I'd be a rich man if I had as many customers everyday as she did," he said smiling. "She would be rich too if she charged more than a dollar a pop," he added reaching for a pen. My eye bulged from his comment. "Her mother is so stupid. Sometimes men don't even pay her but as long as you drop something into the can, she'll let you fuck the girl. Losing scratch-off tickets, handwritten IOUs and sometimes even trash. Half the time she doesn't even look to see what is paid." "If she's making that much money, why are they homeless?" "Mary wants just enough to buy a carton of cigarettes and a couple of bottles of cheap whiskey. Anything left over they get something to eat. Poor thing's gotta buy a carton of smokes everyday." "Everyday? She smokes that much?" "Naw, the bums end up taking most of them. She's too stupid to tell them no and they take just about every pack from her. Everyday she's back out making money to buy more." I watched as he signed the invoice and pushed it across the counter toward me. "So, have you ever, uh, you know, been with her?" "I'm not admitting to anything," he replied giving a quick glimpse at the SUV still parked on the second row of cars. "Let's just say that everyone around here has been with her at one time or another." We both watched out the window for about a minute before I broke the silence. "Where does she live?" "They're homeless, they don't *live* anywhere." "Yea, I know that, but do they sleep on the sidewalk or something?" "No, when it gets dark they head over to the Interstate overpass by the Eighth Street exit. A lot of the homeless live there and from what I hear, she's very popular there too," he added with a wink. I continued watching the SUV for a few minutes, not sure what it was I was waiting for, before I remembered why I was there. "Thanks, Mr. Sanchez, I'll be seeing you on Friday," I said walking out. I kept taking quick looks back at the dirty white Explorer until I reached my truck and loaded the boxes. I had one more stop to make in the mini mall and the lot was empty enough to drive to the last one. As I approached the vehicle she was in, the passenger door opened and Cunnie slipped out, naked from the waist down, struggling to get her shorts back on. I passed the SUV before getting a really good look at her. The bar took a little longer than I wanted as they had twine tied above the bar all around with clothes pins holding the chips. Not only did I need to rotate the bags, I had to pin them on one at a time. It was very time consuming for a fifty dollar order. Upon leaving the bar I noticed a decrepit fifteen-passenger van parked in the space right behind my truck with five Mexicans standing between my truck and their van. I got nervous about that situation and entered my truck through the side door to avoid any problems. I was parked over two spaces, making it easier to leave as I wouldn't have to back up. This had the back of my truck facing the side of their van and I was curious as to why they were loitering so close to me. Peeking out the back window I got a good view inside the van and my mouth dropped open as I saw a stocky man with his dirty jeans pulled down just below his wide ass bouncing up and down between two bony legs while a second man knelt near his shoulder sawing his hips back and forth. He would have been in the correct position for her to be sucking his cock. A brief thought entered my mind as I wondered if they paid only a dollar for all seven to fuck her. The thought of her fucking all them one after another gave me the biggest hard-on I'd had in years. I watched until the chubby man on top of her stopped moving and rolled over, exposing the girl in her full nudity for the first time. The sight didn't last long as the man who had been getting a blow job quickly moved around to replace him. The fatter one of the two stepped outside the van to pull his pants up as one of the five men waiting rushed in behind him, unzipping his pants as he moved to her face. The man who had just fucked the girl noticed me watching and slapped his hand on the side of my truck, shouting something in Spanish. I knew it was time for me to leave and rushed to the front, pulling my keys out as I walked. My heart was racing until I reached my next stop where I had to take a moment to relax. For the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about the young girl being used as a neighborhood cum dump and wondered how long she had been doing that and how many men had actually fucked her. It was very obvious her mother oblivious what they did to her, sitting there while scores of men fucked her very underage daughter. Perhaps it was mental or emotional, but whatever the reason, Mary didn't seem to care what happened to her daughter. A couple of my Tuesday stops were within a mile of the Mexican strip mall and I fought with myself about returning. It was too busy of a day to take that kind of detour and besides, I'd see her the next day. Wednesday couldn't come soon enough as I anxiously made my way through the route, my mind centered on the young homeless girl. I hadn't really considered doing anything to her but it filled my perverted mind with nasty thoughts knowing that others were. I kept watching the clock, counting the minutes and rushing through the earlier stops as the meat market was my ninth stop of the day putting me there just after lunch. Pulling into the parking lot I noticed the old woman sitting alone and a smile creased my face. Cunnie must be earning her dollar. Parking in the last row, I grabbed my handheld and locked the truck, scanning the parking lot as I walked. Normally I'm looking out for danger but this time I was looking for the little cum dumpster. I wasn't disappointed as her head popped up in the back seat of a dark green Cutlass, her oily hair unkempt and knotted as she exited the car pulling up her grimy shorts. I couldn't see her from the chip isle but knew she was outside selling her pussy to anyone with enough pocket change to buy a small Slurpee. By the time I took the order, pulled the outdated product, and headed outside to print the order, she was gone again. My heart raced as I tried looking at every car wondering which guy currently had his cock inside of the little whore. My cock was hard, my heart was racing and I was sweating as if I had just run a marathon. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see where she was. Printing my list, I went to work pulling the order. As I filled one box, I'd drop it to the hand truck before working on the next one. As I stacked the third box, I saw she was once again sitting with her mother. I stared for a while trying to get a better look at her. I normally just walked past them, not really noticing either one of them, until now. My view of her was blocked as a stocky Mexican man wearing a straw hat and dark sunglasses stood above her. Digging into his pocket, he pulled something out before dropping it into the coffee can. Cunnie stood and followed him to a landscaping truck where a younger man got out, allowing her in before joining her in the cab. The man in the straw hat went to the driver's side and got in with the two of them. I tried to see what was going on, but at my angle I could only see fleeting glances of anyone in the truck. I resumed filling the order, keeping an eye on the truck. It wasn't until I wheeled the order into the store that I saw her again as I stood at the window waiting for the owner to check me in. She sat with her mother at the every end of the meat market business and adjacent to the pay phone. I had just started opening boxes when movement to my right caught my attention as a man was talking to Mary. The next thing I know, Cunnie is tagging behind him a few steps, heading for his cream-colored Toyota. My mind wasn't on stocking chips as I realized several times that I wasn't follow the plan-o-gram and wasn't rotating correctly. Thoughts of the young girl filled my mind and I thought of nothing else but her and the procession of men ramming their hard cocks into her. I could feel the moisture on my cock head from the leaking pre-cum. Grabbing the two out-dated bags of chips, I headed outside planning on giving them to Cunnie as she was so thin I knew she wasn't eating right. A few greasy chips may put some fat on her bones. "Here you go," I muttered stopping next to her just long enough to hand them to her. I noticed the large wet spot in the crotch of the thread-bare pajama shorts and figured she probably peed on herself. The wind was blowing the boxes as I gripped them, holding them to the cart as I walked to the truck. Unlocking the door I noticed Cunnie was right behind me with some goofy-looking grin. I returned the smile, patting her oily hair. "You like cookies?" I asked remembering the out-dated pack of chocolate chip cookies I had behind the printer to eat later. She nodded. Stepping past her, I went to the side of the truck and slid open the door, reaching in for the package. That's when I saw her climbing inside the truck from the back. "Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked entering from the side as she pulled her shirt over her head. Damn, she's about to let me fuck her for two bags of out-dated chips! By the time I reached her the faded shorts were approaching her knees as she pushed them toward the ground. Unable to move, I froze before her staring at the naked girl face to face for the first time as she stepped out of them. Gulping, I stared down at her. Like her eyes, her cheeks were hollow and sunken; her neck narrow leading to the very pronounced collar bones with every rib was clearly visible. Her penny-sized-copper-colored nipples were depressed between the protruding bones and her stomach was concave. Her arms and legs were both mere bones with knotty elbows and knees and her hip bones were pronounced. She could have been a Jewish girl in a concentration camp of WWII. The only part of her body that was plump and full was her projecting pubes, which seemed unusually large for a girl her size. The area around the fat black crack was swollen and red with dried and crusty cum flaking from her skin like old paint. A thick, cloudy substance dribbled from the torn hole like saliva from a panting hound dog. Stunned I couldn't tear my eyes away from her battered pussy. As much as I wanted to, I knew that I shouldn't fuck her even though she was offering herself to me like an hor d'oeurvers platter. Reaching out I touched her left nipple, shutting my eyes as I breathed heavily through my nose. I had never touched a young girl in a sexual way and her nipples were so small and soft. She was Spanish with a creamy mocha hue although she had a skin condition which caused patches of whiteness and pinkness to bleed through. Her stringy, oily hair was damp and plastered to her head and beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. The smell was the worst thing I had ever encountered as her stench burned my nostrils and made my eyes water as the stink filled the eighteen foot cargo truck. A passing car blew their horn making me jump. That's when I realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away from her chest. She hadn't bathed in weeks, if not months, and with scores of men steadily pumping their sperm into her body it added to the rotten egg odor permeating from her pours. "I'm sorry, Honey, but you should go," I mumbled not believing that I just said that. Here a young homeless girl was offering her sexual services to me for free and I just told her to go. It had been a latent fantasy of mine to have sex with a pre-pubescent girl but something didn't seem right. A second car horn and the shifting winds encouraged me to hurry her from the truck. It will be a while before I will get the smell out. Picking up her soiled clothes, I handed them to her and pointed to the back of the truck. I didn't know if she understood English but figured she'd understand what I meant. Slowly she got dressed and stepped to the back of the truck, turning one last time to look at me with a saddened face. She looked like a scolded puppy unsure what to do. Jumping to the ground, I watched as she rejoined her mother, clenching the package of cookies I had given her. My cock was so hard it hurt as I reached into my pants to make an adjustment. Pulling the back doors closed, I sat in the driver's seat for a moment to settle my nerves. I needed to get moving or I'd miss the door time at my next stop. Standing to slide the door shut, I noticed another man squatting next to the mother. Reaching over he dropped something into the can and the girl stood, following him to his car. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. That could have been me! The rest of the day I thought of nothing but the young girl and hurried to the distribution center to reload for the next day. I wanted so much to fuck her but wasn't sure that I could, or should. Sitting in my Suburban with my heart pounding in my chest I made the decision to return to the mini mall and look for her. It was already after six and I wasn't sure what time they went to the homeless camp. I figured I'd let fate decide for me. If she was still there, I'd take her to the motel next to the complex and if she wasn't, than it wasn't meant to be. With thoughts of her soft young body filling my head I weaved in and out of traffic, hurrying to reach her before she left. Fuck fate, it she wasn't there I'd still look for her. My personal safety was no longer an issue and I didn't care if I would be in the worst part of town after dark. I wanted her and nothing was going to stop me. My tires squealed as I turned into the parking lot, rushing to the front of the meat market and sighed a breath of relief when I saw the old woman still sitting against the wall. She wasn't alone as two men stood nearby but the girl wasn't there. I knew her daughter wasn't far as she was probably in one of the cars in the crowed lot on her back getting fucked. I sat for a few minutes and smiled when she finally emerged from an orange and white van before heading to join her mother. One of the two men waiting met her half way and diverted her toward a maroon and gold Chevy. Another man joined the man waiting with her mother standing a few feet away. Getting out, I went into the store for a soda and came out to find a third man was now waiting. Silently I cursed myself for not getting "in line" and found myself the fourth man in cue. Being the only white guy in the area kept my alertness heightened and my eyes kept glancing around expecting trouble. I didn't want to fuck her full of other men's cum and wanted her to bathe as she really stank earlier. The motel next door rented rooms by the half hour and I planned on taking her there to clean up and have some privacy. It just didn't feel right doing her in the back of the Suburban. Mary kept singing some strange song and every once in a while raised her hands above her head chanting some mantra. When she wasn't singing, she was talking to herself, mostly in Spanish and sometimes in a language I didn't know. Quite often she would burst out laughing for no apparent reason. The men I was waiting with would chuckle at her odd behavior and whisper things in Spanish. Finally it was my turn with one man waiting behind me. I tried talking to Mary about taking Cunnie to the motel but she was so far out of it, I don't think she would have understood me even if she understood English. As Cunnie approached, I walked to meet her only to hear her mother grunting out something and shaking her coffee can at me. Returning I dropped a five dollar bill in the can and her eyes lit up. That seemed to get her attention. By this time the girl had returned waiting for me to make the first move. "I want to take you to the motel," I said pointing over her shoulder. She stared blankly at me. Turning her around, I pointed to the sign and repeated my request. It took a few seconds to register, but she finally understood and informed her mother. The old woman began to rise, struggling to stand as she held onto the wall for support. The man waiting in line after me began protesting that I was taking the girl so I handed him a twenty which quickly silenced him. He walked away smiling. I hadn't expected the old woman to go along with us but since I was about to fuck her daughter, I guess she had a right to. The three of us made our way to the dilapidated, circa 1930's motel and I had them stand just outside the door. Not only was I embarrassed about their appearance, I didn't want anyone to know I was getting a room to have sex with an underage girl. Their stench was another reason for this decision. "Thirty minutes is twelve dollars, eighteen for an hour," the man behind the glass rambled out. The place was fortified like a bank and had a very small hole for payments. Pulling out a twenty I slipped it through the hole and he slid a key to my side. They followed me to room 105 and waited as I unlocked the door, pushing it open for them to enter. I had hoped that the old woman would wait outside, but she went in with us, flopping down in the corner with the shopping cart nearby. The damn thing hardly fit into the door and I had to struggle to get it in. Cunnie followed me in and waited by the door not sure what I wanted. The room was a mess; dirty, dim, and dingy with a musty odor. The bed not made and I wondered if some other whore had just screwed a john in here without anyone cleaning it up. Cunnie stayed near the door while I ran bath water. I wanted her clean before we did anything. She sat in the water like a stone while I stared at her. I had wanted to watch her bathing as it would have been a turn on for me, but with her slouched in tub and not moving, it wasn't very exciting. I could only assume she had never been inside a bath tub before and wasn't sure what to do. Kneeling beside her, I lathered the thin wash cloth and went to work. She was terrified when I tried to lean her backward to wash her hair and settled on wetting it with a plastic cup. The shampoo had been used but there was enough to suds up and get her a little cleaner. The water had turned a dark brown and the stench was still on her body, just not as strong. She allowed me to finger her as I struggled to remove whatever gunk from her pussy that I could. Her expression hardly changed as she watched me with cautious eyes. Lifting her from the tub, I was amazed at how little she weighed. She was feather light and looked like a drowned rat. Like a newlywed I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down before removing my own clothes. Naked she watched me until I was down to only my briefs. Sliding them down my legs her eyes focused on my cock as it bounced to a stop. Just having her staring at it like that caused it to jump a few times uncontrollably. She looked so sexy sprawled out on the bed waiting for me. With all the dirt and grim removed, I could better see the bruises, marks and scratches from her previous lovers. Without further ado, I moved closer, crawling into bed with her and reached for her tiny nipples. My lips found the closest one as I sucked it into my mouth as if nursing for the first time. She moaned softly but didn't protest. I moved to the other one, sliding my hand between her legs to feel her supple labia. It was soft and pliable, yielding to my fingers as I penetrated the hole with my index finger to the last knuckle. There was very little resistance. My middle finger joined the other as I slowly increased the back and forth motion until I was fucking her as fast and hard as I could. She hardly made a sound as my suction on her tender nipple increased until I had several inches of her flesh inside my mouth. She was a good whore. Kissing my way downward, I stopped at her navel to tongue the salty hole before moving further to her swollen, black-and-blue pussy. The outer lips were slack, leading to the open pit of bright red flesh. It yawned open, revealing the inflamed depths of her core until the dim light no longer illuminated the entrance and it faded to black. She was soaked inside, a testament to the number of loads pumped into her puny hole throughout the day, even after washing her out the best that I could. Pre-cum soaked into the soiled sheets as I became more aroused than I ever had been in my life. I kissed her clit, drawing it far into my mouth, hearing her squeak for the first time in a while. I sucked harder, returning the two fingers to her battered hole, twisting and turning them as I slowly fucked her. The tangy flavor of her abused pussy burned at my nose and left a sour taste in my mouth. I was drunk with lust and didn't care. I wanted this whore and it didn't matter that hundreds of men had fucked her before me. Shifting around, I moved my cock closer to her face and reattached my mouth to her vinegary cunt. She knew what to do as her lips enveloped my cock, taking it several inches into her mouth. I thrust forward, driving the head to the back of her throat and smiling as I heard her gag. I wanted her to deep throat all seven-and-a-half inches of my cock and pushed again. She retched and struggled to move away but with my much larger body over hers, she had no place to go. Thrusting again I felt the head bending around the opening of her throat as another inch filled her mouth. Grunting into her pussy, I moved further back, changing the angle of my cock and jabbed it into her mouth as hard as I could. She gagged, but it went in far, fully slipping into her throat, surrounded like a tight, fleshy glove. I could feel my balls resting on her eyes and her nose pressed into perineum as I held it there, feeling her body struggling, desperately trying to expel it as she fought to breath. Slowly I relaxed, feeling the head shoot from her esophagus like squeezing a wet seed. She coughed and thrashed around as air filled her lungs. I enjoyed it, but there were more important things I needed to attend to. Swinging my body to face her, I aimed my raging hard-on straight for the plumb crack at the top of her legs and lunged forward, slicing into her fully in one stroke. She was still coughing, her eyes tearing as my hard drive once again knocked the air out of her. She gasped deeply, clawing at the sheets as I began my brutal stabbing into her girlhood, taking pleasure from the young whore like an animal. I'm not sure if it was because I was so turned on, or if the fact she's been used as a community cum-dumpster for years and I felt she deserved it or if I saw her only as a cunt hole available for men to use, but whatever it was, I pounded into her fast and hard, not lasting more than a couple of minutes before shooting my cum into her farthermost reaches of her soul. My cock jerked and twitched uncontrollably for what seemed like eternity until it ached and I was drained. She breathed a sigh of relief, but I wasn't finished with her, not by a long shot. It's not everyday you get a chance to fuck a young girl like this and I planned on taking full advantage of the situation. Holding her to me, I rolled over, positioning her on top of me, amazed at how little she actually weighed. Glancing toward her mother, I smiled as the woman was lost in her own world, muttering some unknown words to someone who wasn't there. Lifting her by the shoulders, I had her sit up, my cock still planted deep inside of her pussy. "Ride me like a pony," I said to the confused girl. She not only didn't know what I said, but probably never had the chance to be on top and didn't know what to do. Grabbing her hips, I started rocking her back and forth, feeling my cock bouncing off her inner tissue like a pendulum. She got the idea and took over the motion, but wasn't going fast enough. I held her bony hips tightly, my fingers digging into her thin skin while repeatedly lifting my ass, pushing the fucking the final few inches in and out of her used hole. Her slender fingers rested just below my chest as she leaned forward for support. Her tits were too far away to suck on them, but they were prime targets for my hands as I began squeezing and pinching the circular glands. "Faster!" I called out, reaching down to slap her ass. She increased her motions, but not enough. Another slap and a repeat to move her ass more resulted in a faster pace. I had no emotion for her, no pity or sorrow. She was a whore and I paid to make use of her anyway I saw fit. Her sweat dripped onto me and she was panting while trying to keep the tempo going. I lasted longer the second time, but still not nearly enough for what I wanted. After the second cum, I pulled her to my chest, feeling her gasping for air. She did okay, but a paid whore should know to do that on her own. "Five minutes," someone called through the door after a brief knock. Damn! Where did the time go? Next time I'll have to pay for an hour and a half. Rolling her over, she flopped to the bed beside me, her abused pussy oozing a thick slime. A few seconds later, a chunky wad of whiteness joined the goo dripping down her butt crack onto the smelly bed and I smiled. Finally my contributions to her collection had appeared. "Time to go," I said rolling out of bed. Her body odor saturated the air and I could smell it strongly on my body. I needed to take a quick shower before heading home. No more than three minutes passed before I was drying off and stepped into the bedroom to see the young whore was still naked on the bed and her crazy mother was rocking back and forth in the corner. "I said you need to go!" I growled, raising my voice. Rolling onto her back she parted her legs. I smiled. A true whore. "As much as I'd like to fuck you again, I can't so you need to go, NOW!" I said throwing her putrid clothes onto the bed. "Move your ass, you stupid whore!" I barked. Finally she moved, rolling out of bed to dress. "Next time I'm gunna fuck you in the ass and cum in your mouth, understand?" I asked grinning. The dumb little whore just smiled a toothless grin in return. She had no fucking clue what I just said which made it that much more exciting. A firm bang on the door startled me. "Your time is up!" the deep voice called through the door. "Give me a minute!" I yelled back. Damn they don't waste any time. Once dressed, the three of us left and I helped the old woman get her shopping cart out of the room before heading next door to get my Suburban. The two tagged behind me as my pace was much quicker. My heart was pounding as I hurried, wanting to put as much distance between us. I sat with the engine off for several minutes trying to collect my thoughts. I smiled realizing that I had just fucked the youngest girl ever in my life and used her like a common street whore. My mouth curved into a smile as I knew that she was already used to it. At least five minutes passed before I started the engine but the pair hadn't returned. Scanning the lot they were no where to be seen. They must be on their way to meet the other homeless where those skuzzy bums will give Cunnie more of the same. I smiled at the thought. Thursday was slow and mundane as I couldn't stop thinking about Cunnie. This has got to be the greatest find *ever*. I mean how many places in the US can you just openly go and fuck a girl her age and not have the cops breathing down your neck? And the fact that EVERYONE in the area knew about her and didn't nothing to prevent it demonstrated the level of depravity which was prevalent in that part of town. I finished the Thursday stops debating on whether or not I should pay her another visit. I opted to wait as I would be seeing her the next day. Rushing through the route I collected the few out-of-date chips and cookies I could find and anxiously awaited the seventh stop of the day, the Mexican mini mall. The excitement was so great that I didn't even realize I had my turn signal on for almost six blocks before the market. Easing into the parking lot I smiled seeing Marie perched alone in her usual spot. Cunnie must be busy already. Walking from the market to pull the product I saw the young whore returning to her mother with a slight limp. Rushing to the truck I grabbed two bags of expired Cheetos before rushing toward her. She hadn't even sat down when I reached them, slightly out of breath from exertion. "Here," I said handing her the bags. Handing the bags to her mother she turned, following me to the truck. There wasn't time to get a room and her body odor wasn't as bad a usual so I chose to do like everyone else and fuck her in the parking lot in the back of the Frito truck. Spreading out a few flattened boxes, I pulled her ragged shirt off before pulling out my hard cock. She knew what to do and bent over to suck on it. Her tight little mouth felt great, especially since most of her front teeth were missing and her gums on the underside felt great. Reaching around her protruding ribs, I pinched her small nipples, twisting them between my fingers. She groaned but I didn't care. She was a whore and deserved whatever treatment she got. Pushing her onto the boxes, I jerked down her thin, filthy pajama bottoms before crawling between her bony, wirily legs and lunged forward, filling her inner cesspool with my hard cock. Greasy mucus shot from her hole with every thrust, soaking my pubes and the boxes below her. My cock was bathed in fiery hot liquids as I repeated plunged into her hairless hole. The anticipation and excitement of what I was doing and having been fixated on the young whore since the day I saw her quickly pushed me over the edge as I soon flooded her immature womb with more slime. The physical act took hardly two minutes but felt incredible still the same. Sitting back on my heels I stared down at her slowly shaking my head. She wasn't beautiful, but not ugly either. Sort of plain with little to offer a future husband other than what she was passing around to all the men in the neighborhood. Just above her heart was a raised mole about the size of a swollen pimple and a smaller one was on her right cheek. I guess being so excited last time I didn't notice these defects, not that it mattered. "I told you last time that I would fuck you in the ass so turn over," I ordered stroking my still erect cock. The damn thing wouldn't go down with her sexy young body spread-out like a welcome mat. She didn't understand me so I took the liberty to do it for her. In one quick swoop, I flipped her like a griddlecake, grinning as she emitted a soft "oomph." Raising her hips, she now knew what I wanted and dropped her face to the box while parting her thin legs. Inserting my cock into her dripping pussy for some lube, I pulled it out and aimed it for her nether hole. I could feel her body tensing as I rammed it into her with no warning; the little hole was dilated about the size of a dime and gave me a good enough target to penetrate it with not much effort. The same "oomph" sound came from her as my balls crashed into her hairless slit. She was too short for me to get good leverage as my legs were spread wide and my body was hunched over hers. That didn't discourage me in the least as I fucked that little ass harder than I did her pussy. I could tell I wasn't her first back there and really tore into her, lasting a full ten minutes before I couldn't hold out any longer and yanked it from her gripping hole before jerking her by the hair to move her face closer. "Swallow it!" I cried out, shoving my cock into her mouth as far as I could. Several strong spasms sent torrents of cum to the back of her mouth. I watched her throat bounced up and down, making gulping sounds as she attempted to clear it of slime. I let her suck it until it became flaccid and drained. It slipped from her lips and flopped to my wet balls with a wet splat. "I told you I'd do that," I said with a smile. She smiled too. Dumb whore. Reaching for her discarded shirt I wiped my cock before dropping it onto her lap. "Adios," I grunted, mumbling the only Spanish word I knew before standing to zip my pants. I was done with her and needed to get back to work. If there's time later I may return for a longer session. Silently she dressed before climbing down to the ground. "Here," I called out tossing her a bag of cookies. They weren't out-dated but I could write them off later. It hit her shoulder and fell to the ground. Quickly she scurried for it, reaching under the bumper to retrieve it. I smiled shaking my head. Standing at the back of the truck I watched her little ass swaying as she returned to her mother. Already there was another man waiting for her and with a huge grin, he met her halfway, turning her towards his battered pickup. They disappeared from view once the door was closed. I had been running late and didn't have time to fuck her again on Friday, but made it a point to drive out to the mini mall on Saturday. It was just after 10 am when I pulled into the lot and cringed when the line of men came into view. Mary was sitting there alone with eight men standing in line against the building waiting as if they were in a soup line. As I pulled into a parking stall, a ninth man got behind the others, holding a dollar bill in his hand. I wanted to take her to the motel for some alone time but didn't want to wait that long. Besides, by the time it would be my turn there's no telling how many others would be behind me. It wasn't even lunch time yet and already she has a full day's schedule. I would have to wait until Monday. By the time Monday rolled around I must have jerked off 20 times thinking of Cunnie. I don't know why she was becoming such an obsession to me, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. As I started my day my cock was throbbing in my pants thinking of her. I fucked her on Monday, Wednesday and Friday inside the truck, making sure to bring Lysol wipes and a can of room deodorizer to cover the stench. The boxes I fucked her on had to be thrown away as I knew the smell wouldn't come out and lingered in the truck long after she left. Wanting to beat the Saturday rush, I decided to pay her a visit Friday night hoping to get her to the motel for a while. It wasn't quite dark yet but I guess with it being pay day, the men standing in front of the meat market like they were waiting to buy a lottery ticket for a multimillion dollar jackpot. Too many to even consider stopping but I did vow to return earlier on Saturday for one last fuck. Jorge would be back to work on Monday and I already knew which route I would be covering next week. Disappointment wasn't a strong enough word as at 8:47 I pulled into the parking lot and saw the six men standing near Mary. "DAMNIT!" I muttered slowing down as I looked for the girl. "When do they stop?" I knew today would be shot and next week I was too far away to make a detour to see her, but as God is my witness, I would see her again and drove home to set my clock for seven am. Sunday should have been a day for rest and I knew most of the Mexicans were Catholics and should be attending church, but I was wrong. At seven-forty Mary was sitting near the widow, accompanied by five men. Naturally Cunnie wasn't there but only about a dozen cars were in the parking lot. Parking toward the corner, I went into the store for a cup of coffee and returned to see two more men in line. I joined them just as they became agitated and I turned to see the little whore making her way to meet us. The first man in line dropped a dollar into the coffee can and intercepted her, diverting her toward his old Toyota car. By eight o'clock three more men were behind me and Cunnie was getting out of the car pulling her shorts up. I didn't know why she bothered as they were only going to come back off again. The next man in line paid his dues with a handful of coins and met her before she made it ten feet from the other car. Putting his arm around her shoulders he guided her toward an old Econoline van. The side door slid open before they reached it and I saw two other men in the back waiting. Silently I cursed. This will take longer than I thought. It was eight-thirty before she stumbled out of the van making her way toward us. The next man up paid his dollar and turned her way, taking her to his pick-up truck. The line behind me had grown to ten with a few lookie-loos hanging around the fringes. Twenty minutes later and two additional men taken care of meant I didn't have long to wait. The owner of the meat market came outside to yell at the last few men in line as they were blocking his doorway. I silently counted sixteen men in line behind me and was thankful that I didn't wait so long come. Smiling to myself I felt my cock surge to hardness knowing there were only two more men in front of me before I'd get my prize. This may be my last chance to fuck her and I planned on tearing that pussy up before I was done. The next man didn't even wait for her to leave the car and paid his money before quickly cutting across the parking lot to meet her as she stepped out of the backseat of the car she had been taken to. His car was one stall over and had her in the backseat within a minute of her finishing the last guy. One more to go and I could hardly stand the anticipation. That's when everything fell apart. From the corner of my eye I saw a police cruiser pulling into the parking lot and parked right in front of where we were standing. A few of the Mexicans broke formation and scattered around. The man right behind me said something to the next guy in Spanish and they both left. I knew this couldn't be good and didn't want to hang around to find out what was happening. If the cops knew what we were waiting to do, we'd all be thrown under the jail and have the key thrown away. Slowly I meandered to my Suburban, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. The cop exited his car, looked my way before going into the meat market. My hands were shaking and I was sweating profusely and couldn't even get the key in to start the engine. Most of the men in line remained there and moved closer to the front. From my rear view mirror I saw Cunnie getting out of the car and wobbling toward the front of the store. I held my breath expecting to see the cop returning and witnessing what was going on. The man who had been the only one left in front of me remained in line and dropped something into the kitty before meeting up with her. Thirty seconds later they were in the back of a truck with a camper on the back and out of sight. The cop came out of the store with a package of meat and a soda, got into this cruiser and left. Just like that and nothing was said or done about the line of men. Some of the men who had walked away quickly returned and by the time I figured it was safe to do the same, fourteen men were in line. There was no way I'd be able to wait that long. Starting the engine I left, promising to one day fuck her again. That Tuesday I saw Jorge at the DC and we discussed his route, going over some of the issues I had encountered. As we pushed our carts to the dock, he asked me to join him inside his truck. Curious I followed and was worried by the expression on his face. "I hear you met Cunnie," he started wiping his brow. "Who?" I replied not wanting to sound too obvious. "Com'on, man, you know who I mean. The homeless girl at the carniceria. I know you fucked her." "How did..." I stopped not wanting to implicae myself. "It's cool, man, don't sweat it. Everyone knows what going on." "Did you ever, um, you know..." "Hell yea, all the fuckin' time. She used to be much tighter when she first started, but after all that cock, she's been stretched a lot, if you know what I mean," he said with a grin. "Yea, I know. But she's still tight." "Tighter than my wife, that's for damn sure," he said chuckling. "I'm sure you used a condom, right? I mean that whore's got some pretty nasty shit." "Nasty shit? Like what?" I asked now very concerned as I hadn't use protection. I could kick myself for not thinking of it. I guess I just assumed that since she was so young that she would be okay. "I dunno man, can't name them all. Did she have any sores on her pussy or her mouth?" I struggled to remember if I saw any and shook my head. "Good `cause the bitch got herpes too but I guess you shouldn't worry 'cause you used a condom, right?" he asked again. Smiling I nodded. As I walked away I felt like shit. A few times of pleasure may have cost me my life! That would explain the burning sensation I had when I peed and the milky discharge I had sometimes that I figured was residual semen and the small white bumps just under the foreskin. I needed to see a doctor but didn't want to visit my own so I headed to the free clinic I saw while running Jorge's route. The place was packed and it took over two hours before I was seen, but soon I had a urine test and physical examination. When the results came back I was sick to my stomach. I tested positive for Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Trichomonasis, HPV, Syphilis and for some odd reason I had crabs. I found that unusual as the little whore had no public hair. I later found out I could have gotten them another of other ways, but it didn't make me feel any better. I went through the usual treatments with instructions to follow up in eight weeks for diseases which take longer to incubate and sure enough I tested positive HAV and HBV. I managed to dodge a bullet and didn't contract HIV or Herpes although I was sure she probably had both of these. I swore off sex for a while and went every six months to be sure I didn't have anything. About two weeks after I got a clean bill of health Jorge sprang his ankle and I was once again on his route. Even though I was more sensible, I still wanted to fuck the whore only this time I'd wear protection. No sense in fucking up my life for a little pleasure. As I pulled into the lot I smiled as the homeless woman came into view. She was alone and still holding onto her life's possessions. Cunnie was no where to be seen and I figured she was getting fucked by some nameless cock. I serviced the meat market but Cunnie never returned. I figured that by the time I did the billiards hall, she would be there, but never did. Curious I had to find out where she was and asked Mr. Sanchez. "No body knows," he informed me. "About two weeks ago Mary showed up without her and no one has seen her since. She still comes everyday and sits in the same spot, but Cunnie isn't with her." "Has anyone asked Mary?" "Sure, but the crazy old bitch never makes sense. The best I can figure is she thinks aliens took her. Who knows, the woman's mind isn't right. Never has been." I felt devastated. Even though she had infected me with almost every disease known to man, I still felt some attachment to her and felt like I did when my dog ran away when I was a boy. For the rest of the day I was on autopilot, not really thinking of anything but Cunnie. Eventually I got my own route and met Carla at one of my stops. We hit it off right away and after a few months we moved in together. A year later we got married and started planning a family of our own. It would be another year before she got pregnant and I couldn't be happier. Six weeks shy of becoming a father for the first time fate intervened as I my wife had sent me across town to pickup a crib her parents had bought for us. Returning home I made a wrong turn and ended up on skid row just before dark. I knew of the neighborhood and knew that it was the unofficial red-light district. Slowing down to look at all the whores plying their trades, one scrawny-looking skank caught my eye. She looked vaguely familiar and I slowed down, stopping at the curb in front of her. The whore approached and I lowered the window. "Chu lookin' fora date?" she growled with a lisp leaning onto the car. She had the same hollow eyes, the same stoic expression and the same missing teeth. IT WAS CUNNIE! "Cunnie?" I asked looking down the small top at her cleavage. She finally had tits. It's been over three years since I last saw her and she's a teenager now but looked much older. Perhaps it was the make- up, or the bad lighting or the hard life she's lived but whatever is was she looked closer to twenty than twelve. She stepped back, staring at me, trying to determine if she knew me. I was just one of literally tens of thousands of cocks to fuck her so it's not likely she would remember me, but that didn't matter. We locked eyes and all the lust that I had for her came rushing back. I had to have her. "I want to fuck you, Cunnie," I said leaning over to see her face. "How much?" "Whachu you want?" "Everything. I want to fuck you in the ass and cum inside your mouth like I did before." "Eighty for half an hour. One-forty for an hour." "I only have time for the half. You have a room?" She nodded pointing to a fleabag motel. "Get in." Sliding her bony ass into the car I reached over and pinched her lemon-sized breast. "I'm glad to see you've got tits now." She didn't reply. "You don't remember me do you?" Looking at me face, she had a blank stare. "I used to give you a couple of bags of chips to fuck you." It still didn't ring a bell. "Anyway, I think eighty is too much for that nasty, diseased pussy of yours. I'll pay you forty. It's a lot more than what I used to pay and your hole is much more worn out." I said pulling into a parking space. She didn't reply but got out anyway, heading for room 112. The room was a standard seedy, rundown motel room leaving me to wonder it I should take a flea bath once I leave. Fortunately Cunnie's smell was a lot better although her perfume was a little much. "Strip," I told her flopping onto the unmade bed. Mechanically she undressed, dropping her tube top and miniskirt onto the chair near the door. I half expected her to be going commando under the skirt, less to take off, but she had on a ratty pair of panties. They were lowered and quickly joined her clothes. My eyes scrutinized her battered body as if I was doing a medical exam. The years hadn't been kind to her and the steady stream of abusive men in her life left several scars and bruises, older mostly, but a few were fresh. She was still very underweight, borderline anorexic, but had a small beer gut which seemed large on her small frame. Her stomach had several very pronounced stretch marks which made me wonder if she's already had a kid. "You're pregnant?" I asked reaching out to touch the swelling belly. She nodded. I thought that was so fuckin' hot. A young girl barely in her teens already knocked up and most defiantly didn't know who the father was. My finger traced a few of the larger white marks crisscrossing her abdomen. "You've had a baby already?" I asked before making a beeline for her hairless cunt. She nodded, groaning as I pinched the fleshy labia. The area showed signs of sever abuse and looked swollen and raw. Sinking a finger into her slack wetness I smiled as the saggy lips enveloped my digit like a blanket. She was very loose. "Boy or a girl?" I asked looking into her empty eyes for the first time we were in there. "Girl," she mumbled, grimacing as I inserted a second finger. She stood with her legs slightly parted as I twisted and turned my fingering into her juicy gash. A few globs of mucus seeped out onto my palm and ran down my wrist before dripping onto the grimy, worn carpet. She's still fucking bareback but I won't be making that same mistake. I can't afford to bring anything home to my wife, especially since she's close to having our baby. "Did you keep her?" I asked experiencing a long, pregnant pause. "No. My mom has her," she finally replied. I smiled. Stupid little whore didn't learn a lesson the first time around. Her mother has zero parenting skills and is probably already passing the kid around the homeless shelter for a few sips of whiskey or a cigarette. But it was refreshing to know that Cunnie was doing her part to contribute to the world's vivacious appetite for whores. It's not a glamorous profession but like garbage collects, sewage workers and ditch diggers, they're a necessary aspect of society. I looked at her swollen stomach. Three, maybe four months along. It was hard to tell with her being so skinny. Soon she'll be popping this one out and ready for within a couple of months. I briefly wondered what the gender was before returning my attention to the cum hole standing in front of me. "Get to work," I said unzipping my pants. She went to her knees, reaching for my hard cock. "Not so fast, whore. You're nothing but a douche bag with holes and a hellava lotta diseases. You ain't touching me with any part of your body that might infect me again," I growled, reaching for a condom. "Put it on me," I ordered lying back onto my elbows to watch. Her oral skills were second to none and soon had my entire cock down her throat as she bobbed up and down over my knob. I kept my hand behind her head helping her to keep the pace and depth just right. "Ride me now, slut," I mumbled, lying back, watching as she climbed onto my lap, sinking her used nasty hole onto my cock. I went in balls deep with hardly any friction. Damn, that pussy is fucking worn out! Reaching for her swollen tits, I squeezed and pinched them, turning my head as milk began shooting from them. She's still lactating and the milk is probably infected with whatever diseases she has. As much as I wanted to fuck her in the ass and cum inside her mouth, I knew that wouldn't be a good idea. Even having my cock inside of her is risky as it could break or slip off, exposing me to her bare skin. I pumped upward as she slammed downward, driving my rod deep into her bottomless abyss. The emotions I had for her were gone. The fond memories consuming me for the past three years were suddenly washed away along with the jets of cum filling the taunt rubber protecting my precious manhood. I cared even less for her than I did when I saw her standing on the street. She was a cum bucket, available to anyone with a few bucks. Slowly she climbed off, holding my cock at the base of the condom to keep it from slipping off. Her battered pussy spat it out like a bad seed, releasing a torrent of other fluids along with it, flooding my pubic hair and balls. Any other time that would have been a turn on but seeing this worthless piece of shit expelling the spent remains of whomever had fucked her before me made me sick to my stomach. She leaned forward to clean my cock with her mouth but I slapped her away, smiling as her head twisted sideways causing her to fall to the floor. "I said not to touch my cock without a condom, bitch!" I barked standing up to shower. I needed to clean the gunk from me and get the smell of her cheap perfume off. Grabbing my wallet I pulled out two twenties and dropped them on the floor next to her. "You're really not even worth that much, but I agreed to the price so there you are," I said grabbing my clothes to take them with me into the bathroom. You can't trust a whore. When I came out of the bathroom she was gone. I shook my head thinking what a waste she was. Now dressed, I left, sitting in my car a few minutes before starting the engine. Thoughts of a younger Cunnie filled my head. I was glad that I had the chance to fuck her when she was little but regretted doing it now. I'm much better than that used up whore and shouldn't have succumb to her charms. I was about to leave when I noticed a dark green Pontiac stopping at the curb as the passenger door opened. Cunnie climbed out, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her hair. The car made a U turn in traffic before turning into the McDonald's across the street. The sign was bright yellow and red with the words "billions and billions served" on the bottom. I smiled thinking that Cunnie should have a sign like but it may take her a while to reach that number. For now hers could read "tens of thousands served". I stared as she approached the street light she had been standing under when I first noticed her. The car behind me blew the horn and I pulled out into traffic, watching her through the rear view mirror, stopping at the next red light. A light-colored truck pulled up next to her and she leaned into the window. I smiled. Even after all this time she's still quit the little cock-pumper. The light changed just as the truck was pulling into the alleyway before the motel driveway with Cunnie sitting shotgun. Pressing the gas my mind wondered to Cunnie's daughter and what she must be like. In a few years I'd have to pay a visit to the Mexican mini mall to see if Mary was still there with her granddaughter. She would be younger than when I first fucked Cunnie but I wanted to compare the new little whore to her mother. Of course I'd wear a condom this time and make sure I had a few bags of outdated chips with me. ~ the end ~ ----> Here's a link to my other stories... /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/