_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Depressing Times Part 3 (Mg, M+g, incest, pros) By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) Times were tough during the Great Depression and many families had to resort to extreme measures just to put food on the table. Under normal circumstances things were unbearable but having a young daughter with polio made them even worse. With a wife, seven children and his brother's family to support, unemployed Ralph had few options. About to be evicted from his home and thrown out on the streets, he decides to make money the old fashion way, prostitution. His seven-year-old daughter is paralyzed from the neck down so she wouldn't even feel what the men would do to her. She just lies around all day anyway so he might as well put her to good use. After all, it's for the good of the family. ~~~ "How much did we make today?" John asked watching as Ralph wiped the leaking cum from her latest customer. It was just after midnight and the relentless flow of strange men parading through the house seemed to finally be over with, for now anyway. "Five-fifty," he said rinsing out the soiled towel in the same bucket he'd used all day. The water had turned murky and was slimy to the touch. He turned up his nose at the sour-egg smell emanating from it and decided tomorrow he'd have to change it out at least once. "Five-fifty? That's all? It seems like it should have been a lot more." "Yea, I know but I counted it twice. It's five-fifty." Opening the rag he returned it once again to her privates to wipe off the newly emerged slug-sized cum wad that crept out. Even after cleaning her three times the cum is still dripping out of her gaping hole. He stared at the puffy lips of her recently deflowered pussy and shook his head. The area was swollen twice the normal size and the entire outer region was swollen as if she had been stung by bees. It was painfully red, chapped and signs of extensive bruising could already be seen. He looked at her face. She had fallen asleep right after the last man left and didn't stir while he cleaned her up. He smiled as she softly snored, her expression innocent and childlike. But then again, why wouldn't it be as she's still a child. "Ralph and John, we need to talk," Mary said entering the room. "What's going on, honey?" he asked standing to meet her half way. All day long Mary avoided coming into the room and stayed mostly in the kitchen as the various men came and went throughout the day. Not once did she bother to check on Helen and didn't say one word to him or John until now. "I can't do this anymore, not like this." "What do you mean?" "It's bad enough that stranger men are doing disgusting things to my daughter, to our daughter, but to do it in our home, in our bedroom and in front of the other children, Ralph, that's unacceptable and disrespectful to our marriage. "Mary, we talked about this last night. We don't have another choice. This is something we have to do if we're going to keep our home and have food on the table to eat." "I'm talking about letting strangers into our home to defile our daughter in our bedroom. I can't handle that, Ralph and as a good husband and father, you should feel the same way." "Would you be okay with it if we used our bedroom?" John piped in hoping to save this business venture before Mary screwed everything up. "No, I don't want this being done inside my home and I don't want to see the men who are misusing our daughter. I cried every time I saw another man going into our bedroom and cried for almost the whole time they were in there. My nerves can't handle this, so please either stop or find someplace else because I'll put a stop to it once and for all!" "Mary, think about what you're saying!" Ralph spoke up. "You need to consider more than just your feelings. Do you think this is easy for me? She's my daughter too, you know and it's killing me inside having to do this to her, but there really isn't any other way." "He's right, Mary, you need to put your personal feelings aside and do what's best for everyone. There's no place else we can do this that won't cost money or have to worry about someone hassling us," John added. "I don't care; I just don't want to see it. Do whatever you must, just don't do it in my home," she said turning to leave. Both men looked at each other. "What now?" Ralph asked. "I dunno. I'll come up with something, don't worry," he said walking over to close the door. Ralph watched as he returned to the bed unzipping his pants. "What are you doing?" "What do you think? All day long I've been watching her fuck like a rabbit and I've been as horny as a ten-pecker billy-goat. I need so relief." "That's what your wife is for, John" "Helen is a lot tighter and feels so much better," he added crawling between her spread legs. Aiming his cock towards her distended pussy, he fell forwards driving his cock into her gooey hole and let out a soft gasp. Ralph watched as his brother's ass bounced up and down on top of his young daughter, her wetness making squishy noises with every stroke. He knew how he felt. All day long he was by her side watching over her and seeing the two dozen men steadily fucking her, driving their cocks into her over and over, shooting more cum inside her than he'd care to think about. John only saw bits and pieces of what was happening to her. He, conversely, saw first hand everything the men did to her and wanted many times to rush into the bathroom for relief. John's loud grunt brought him back to what was going on. He was no longer moving and was breathing hard on her. He'd have to clean her up again before going to bed. Pulling himself up, he began to redress and put his shoes on again. "Where are you going?" Ralph asked puzzled why he was going someplace at 12:30 in the morning. "Marty's is opened for another hour and a half. I can probably get another two or three guys before he closes." "WHAT? John, no, I think she's had enough for one day. Let her rest and we'll start tomorrow." "We only made five-fifty, Ralph, and that ain't enough, not by a long shot. We basically have six days to come up with sixty dollars or we're all put out on the street. Neither of us wants that, do we? I don't think you understand what's at stake here." "Yes I do. Everything I own is at stake, including my family!" "Ten dollars each day for the next six days, that's what it's going to take. Do you know what has to happen for her to make ten dollars?" Ralph stared blankly at him not sure what he was asking. Do you know how many customers she'll have to see in order to make ten dollars?" Ralph was never good at math but with a little thinking, he got an answer and his eyes widened. "That can't be! There's no way she can do that. Are you saying she has to have 40 different men fuck her everyday for the next week!?! That's impossible!" "No, it's possible and I'll explain everything to you later. Right now I gotta try and get a few more paying customers and hope that Mary doesn't wig out on us and ruin everything." Ralph watched as he left, closing the door behind him. Turning back to Helen he noticed she had fallen back to sleep. Her eyes opened briefly when John fucked her, but now she was lightly snoring once again. His eyes drifted down her bone-thin body, her tiny nipples were sunken between two ribs and the ribs themselves protruded outward like a skeleton. Her chest slightly rose and dropped with every breath and her hip bones jutted out like two hills amongst a valley. Between her legs was a mess as John's cum hung suspended at the opening like thick paste. He felt his cock surge within his pants and glanced down at the large wet spot just below the bulbous head where his pre-cum leaked profusely. He rubbed it slightly, just because it had been aching for so long. Turning his attention back to Helen he sighed. "Forty men," he mumbled thinking of what he and John had discussed. That may not seem as hard to reach as he first thought. For just over twelve hours she had been fucked by twenty-two paying customers, Atwell, John, twice, and himself. That's twenty-six times. Maybe John's right, there is a way. His cock surged again spilling out more clear fluids down his pants leg. "I guess one more time now won't hurt either," he said unfastening his buckle. He was still wiping her cleaned when John returned with an obviously inebriated man with blood-shot eyes and reeked of alcohol. He stared down at Helen, swaying from side to side searching his pockets for the agreed upon price. She was still awake as Ralph had just finished cumming when John and the new guy came in. Like before, Ralph didn't last very long once he slid his cock into her although she wasn't nearly as tight as the first time. Another remarkable feature he noticed was that she was deeper the second time and could almost take his full length. Quite an accomplishment in such a short time. He smiled remembering his honeymoon and how long it took for him to finally penetrate Mary. She wiggled like a snake on a hot road as he inched his way inside of her. She was a virgin and was very tight, but nothing like Helen. After seven children and fifteen years of marriage, fucking a tight pussy has long since been forgotten, until today. Not once has he ever cheated on her and in a way, fucking Helen wasn't really cheating either. As her daughter, Helen gets half of her genes from her mother so in a manner of speaking, he's simply fucking an extension of his wife. He smiled at that as it seemed to ease the feelings of guilt he was experiencing. He watched as the drunken fool tried fishing his limp cock from his slacks. It was out but hardly reached far past his zipper. The thickness was lacking as it wasn't much wider than his thumb and Ralph smiled thinking that even if Helen could feel, she wouldn't be able to feel that. The man climbed between her stretched legs and fell onto her with a grunt. John winked at Ralph and turned to leave. Ralph watched until the door closed before turning his attention back to the bed. **** The hammering and men's voices startled Ralph from his sleep. It was 6:48 in the morning and someone was pounding on something just outside his bedroom window. "Ralph, what's that noise?" Mary asked sitting up wondering the same thing he was. Rushing to the window he saw John was outside with several men and they were hammering, sawing and measuring things in the backyard. "What is it, Ralph?" "I'm not sure, honey. Just wait here and I'll try and find it out." "John, what in the hell's going on out here? Do you know what time it is?" "Relax, Ralph, take it easy. I'll explain everything," he said dropping his hammer and walking to meet him across the yard. "I thought about what Mary said last night and figured the perfect solution. We'll add a lean-to behind your house and keep Helen there to work. The guys can use the side gate and as long as Mary doesn't come back here, she won't even know what's happening." Ralph stood confused for just a moment. It was still early and his mind was half asleep but it seemed like a good idea. He watched as three of the men carried a large frame towards the house while two others nailed it in place. One of the other men was cutting two by fours while the last man was carrying more lumber from the delivery truck. Everyone was busy working Ralph felt as if he should help even though he was exhausted. John managed to bring home two additional men after Mr. short dick and went to bed after the last man paid. It was just after 2 AM and Ralph stayed until the man finished and left. He bathed Helen the best he could and carried her sleeping form to bed, tucking her in right at 3 AM. Even though he was tired, he couldn't sleep as he couldn't get the images of the day out of his mind. It was nearly 5 AM when he finally drifted off to sleep. "Let me get dressed so I can help," he said turning to leave. "Don't worry `bout it. Go back to sleep, I'll take care of everything here." That was great of him to do that but even as thoughtful as he was, no one could sleep with all the hammering so he helped out anyway. Within two hours the add-on was completed and everyone stood back to admire the work. It was small, only five foot by seven and had two small windows on either wall with a doorway on the longer wall covered by a sheet for privacy. The back side covered the master bedroom's window which allowed Ralph to keep an eye on her even from inside the house. The floor was dirt and the only piece of furniture was an old rusty spring-style bed that John carried home from the city dump. Funny how people throw perfectly good things away. The single bed was wedged between the two smaller walls as the frame was bent and broken in several places causing it to collapse if not secured. The thin mattress was musty and damp and had a foul odor but nothing a little bleach wouldn't fix. With all said and done, the room was ready to be used. "Ralph, get Helen, it's time to christen her new room," John said patting his back. "What do you mean?" "You know, we need to try it out, make sure everything works." Confused he went inside to get his sleeping daughter. The bright sunlight roused her from sleep and she blinked several times as the blinding light hit her face. John held the sheet back as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. Standing up he ran into one of the men who helped build the room and accidently grazed a fleshy pole jutting out in front of him. Turning around he noticed the man had his hard cock out and it was pointing right at Helen. All seven of the men had crowded into the little room and each was busy unzipping and unbuttoning their pants. Ralph squeezed past them, pushing his way through them trying to get to John. "What's going on, John?" he asked finally reaching the door to find that he was still holding the sheet back. "Time to pay the workers," he said dropping the sheet and turning to leave. Ralph stood there with his mouth opened watching as John walked towards the house. The rhythmic squeaking coming from behind the curtain made Ralph pull back the sheet to see the workers crowded around the small bed and the old spring frame was whining like an old fan. Ralph went in looking for John. He needed to talk to him about leaving them alone with his daughter like that and to find out exactly what he promised them. He was in the living room gathering up all the kids. A few of the older ones were still sleeping and he had the younger ones get them. He watched as Daniel, his 14-year-old son emerge with his hair wild, yawning and scratching his belly. 11-year-old Judy was sitting between John's 12-year-old son, James, and his nine-year-old son Bobby. Nell, his youngest child, was standing next to her father and Ralph's eight-year-old daughter, Carol, was standing with 13-year-old Patrick and his Mathew youngest child, who just turned six last month. "What's going on?" he asked joining John in the living room. "Everyone knows the problems we're having, right? Mr. Atwell is threatening to kick us out, neither of us can find jobs and we have no money for food and necessities. We can get through this but we will need everyone's help. Will you all help us get through this?" he asked to an eager audience. They all agreed in concert. "And you can make money to by helping!" he said to a round of cheers. He proceeded to tell the kids what he wanted them to do while Ralph stood there with a shocked expression. It was bad enough having his youngest daughter doing those disgusting things with men she didn't know without having all the other children rushing out to find more. "For everyone you bring home, you will get a nickel," he said smiling to the gleeful children squirming in their seats with anticipation. It had been years since any of them had any allowance and with money being tight, no one could afford the childhood necessities such as ice cream, candy, cookies and soda. Ralph looked around at their faces alive with excitement, each of them already planning what they would do with the money they'd earn. "For only thirty cents the men will be allowed to make love to Helen and you get a nickel every time you bring one home." Most of the kids didn't know what `make love' meant but it didn't matter, all they heard was they'd get a whole nickel and all they had to do was bring men home to the back yard. "John, can we talk," Ralph said grabbing his arm with a slight tug. "In a minute, let me finish and then we'll talk." "That's what I need to talk to you about. I don't want them involved in this. They're just children and don't need to be exposed to all this nonsense." "Ralph, we're all a family and it's going to take everyone pulling together to get through this. I'm only one man and can't keep running out all the time trying to find more men for her. I need help." "I'll help you." "And who's going to watch Helen? Besides, just the two of us wouldn't be able to find enough. Remember how many men we'll need everyday over the next six days?" As much as he didn't want to agree with him, he had no choice, John was right. There are only so many men from the bars you can bring home before you run out of them. Turning back towards the children he explained what to do, how to approach the men and what to say. "Once they agree, bring them around the side of the house through the gate and try not to let your moms see you bringing them back. If they do, that's okay too, but try not to. Nell and Mathew, you're both too young to be out on your own so you'll have to stay home," he said to a round of `awws' from them. Once he was finished, he looked around at them and smiled. "Well, what are you waiting for, go out and make some money!" he shouted as the children all scrambled about looking for shoes and clothes. John winked at Ralph before putting his arm around his shoulders. "Looks like we've got us a little gold mine here, eh?" he said grinning. Ralph had an uneasy feeling about this but what else could he do? Mary came in asking what all the commotion was about and John said something about them making money. She wasn't sure what it was all about but the kids were ecstatic and she hadn't seen them that happy in years. Within five minutes they were all out of the house and running down the streets in different directions. "Let's go check on the workers," John said heading back outside. "We don't want them hanging around for too long in case the kids are fast to find customers," he added with a wink. It was Christopher who was the first to bring a man home literally pulling him by the hand through the gate with a huge grin. "Right this way!" he said, "Hurry." The workers were still in the room fucking Helen and had been for about an hour but their time was coming to an end. John was in there hurrying them along as the slowly dressed trying to get one last fuck from the young whore. "Come back tomorrow, early, and get the rest of your payments," John said ushering them out. "Get your bucket to clean her up with, we got one waiting," he told Ralph. Everyone moved as one as the men filed out of the small room calmly while Ralph went inside for the bucket and sponge. It was only a quarter after 10 and she was about to have her first customer. As the men were leaving, Daniel passed them with a man in close pursuit. Ralph was still getting water and the first guy was standing around not sure what to do so he called to the boys to get the dining room chairs and set them up under the tree. Ralph was returning carrying a bucket as the boys passed. Five minutes later the sounds of the squeaky springs began filling the small room. John looked at him and smiled. "I think I'll go to Marty's for a beer or two. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a few more," he said smiling. The slamming of the gate turned his attention to see Judy and Patrick walking quickly towards them smiling each with a man trying to keep up with their pace. The squeaking slowed and a loud grunt told Ralph the first customer was finished. The two new men each paid the thirty cents and Ralph gave the two children each a nickel and they both ran off in search of another one. The gate hadn't closed when little Carol trotted in leading a tall black man. Ralph froze. Why did she bring a colored man here? Doesn't she know she's only for white men? He guessed not as no one really explained that to them. The big man asked if it was true what the little girl told him about a young girl. Ralph nodded, still not sure he'd allow this black man a chance with his daughter. The man fished out a quarter and a nickel and extended his hand. Ralph stared down at the dark-skinned wrist jutting out from the long sleeve and was about to turn him down when the loud moan distracted him. Oh what the hell, it really didn't matter any way, it was for the money, nothing else. Reaching out, he accepted the black man's money and he joined the others waiting their turn. Daniel was returning now with yet another man and Ralph sighed. It's going to be a very long day. ~ end of part 3 IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU! Send email to: wetfly6969@aol.com or Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHH AXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/