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God's Will (Mg, MMg, M+g, prost, viol, incest) John Bell
confesses to his priest that he's had carnal knowledge of his
nine-year-old daughter, Jessie, and begs for forgiveness.  The
priest isn't surprised as she's quite a lovely girl and pushes
for him to give more information.  Although Father Mallory
prefers young boys, he's had his share of young girls over the
years.  He takes the two into a private confessional to pray for
guidance and the pair is shocked to hear what he has to say. 
Being good Catholics they don't have a choice.  It's God's will.

God's Will (Mg, MMg M+g, prost, incest)


   It was after four in the morning when someone announced the
shop was about to close.  Several voices could be heard grumbling
about this and John was relieved to hear it.  His throat was raw,
his jaws ached, his lips were numb, his arms were weak and his
left foot went to sleep over an hour ago.  Cum began filling his
mouth for the umpteenth time.  He drank it and stood up to
stretch.  No new cock came through the hole.

   Jessie was curled up in the fetal position under the glory
hole.  Some of the over flow had rained down on her covering her
with more cum.  It was late, he was tired and needed to get
going.  A quick peek showed only the most recent guy walking away
from the room next to them.  Grabbing Jessie he made a mad dash
for the exit, slamming the door closed as he left.

   He hid behind the dumpster for a few minutes to be sure no one
saw them.  Once he felt it safe, he emerged, holding Jessie over
his shoulder like he did when she was just a little girl.  She
was a mess and the front of his shirt was soaked in cum.  Laying
her on the lid of the dumpster, he tried to clean up before
heading home.

   She looked so sexy, so slutty lying sprawled out like a
drunken college slut.  Pulling her skirt down, he surveyed the
work the men did on her pussy.  She was one big mess that's for
sure.  Pulling her shirt off he began using it to clean his own
off.  That would be hard to explain to Sarah.  Her oozing pussy
looked too inviting not to sample so he leaned forward and began
sucking the cum out.  She moaned and slowly opened her eyes.

   "Daddy... can we go home now?" she asked in a strained voice.

   "We will, honey.  Daddy just needs to clean you up a little,"
he said returning his mouth back to her sex.

***

   Roscoe and his gang of thugs had been out terrorizing the
neighborhood when they came across the man leaning over something
in the dumpster.  At first they thought he was puking his guts
out but soon realized he was licking between the legs of some
young girl.

   "What we gots here?" he said pulling John back away from her.
Jessie sat up looking around at the six men surrounding them.

   "Looks like a cunt to me," one of the others said to a round
of laughter.  Roscoe walked over and shoved a finger inside her.

   "Yep, it's a cunt."

   "What wes gunna do wid it?" a tall, lanky man hardly out of
his teens asked with a grin.

   "I say we fuck it," another one added licking his lips.

   "Let's take 'er back to the crib and show her a good time." 
They were all talking and making comments about Jessie which
scared her.  One of the bigger men held John away from the others
as they groped and grabbed at her.

   "Leave us alone," John pleaded with the one the felt was the
leader.  He smiled at him walking over.

   "Don't you ever talk to me, understand honkey?" he said
punching John in the stomach.  John doubled over and the big guy
let him drop to the ground.  Looking up, John watched as Roscoe
pulled his daughter off the dumpster and pushing her to her
knees.  The big guy stepped on his back, holding him to the
ground.

   John watched as he brutally fucked Jessie's mouth, cumming so
deep down her throat that cum leaked out of her nose.  She
coughed and almost threw up when he finally released his grip. 
Zipping up he went to relive the guy stepping on John's back so
he could fuck her.

   "Normally I'd be takin' yo ho off yo hands you know, pimpin'
her sweet ass 24-7.  But the bitch ain't got no tits and her
pussy is lookin tow up.  I let my posse get a nut fo now.  Maybe
in two or three years I come look her up, you know to make a few
Benjamins," he said grinning showing a row of gold teeth.

   He looked over to the large man crushing Jessie under him
while he literally pounded her into the pavement.  She was
whimpering with each thrust.  "You're hurting her!" John yelled
out to the lug.  Roscoe kicked his side and warned him about
talking.  After he came, the tall, lanky guy took his place and
John watched helpless as he fucked her too.  Three more took
their turn on her before Roscoe barked out for them to stop as
they had some place to be.

   "You bess be gettin' outta here white boy," Roscoe warned as
his crew began to leave.  "You wouldn't wanna be gettin hurt or
nuttin'," he said to a round of laughter.

   John watched as the group headed out towards the street.  He
didn't want anything to do with them any more and decided to head
out of the alley the opposite way.  He found Jessie's shirt but
her skirt missing.  It didn't matter as no one would see her any
way.  Carrying Jessie he dashed through the maze of alley ways
and side streets looking for the way out.  He ended up on a road
he'd never been on before.

   He could see a traffic light a few blocks away and decided to
head for it.  It may be where he left the car.  Half way down the
block he heard voices and turned to see two large black men
walking behind him.  Panicking, he raced down the first alley way
he came across.  He wouldn't allow them to hurt her any more.

   About 30 yards away there was a dumpster with a large card
board box near by.  It appeared to be a refrigerator box too
large to fit in the trash.  "Hid in here," John said pushing her
inside.  Slowly he walked back to the street to see if they were
followed.  The two men passed and he watched as the rounded the
corner and disappeared.  He sighed relief and went back for
Jessie.

   The box was swaying and he heard grunting coming from inside.
Lifting the flap he saw a dirty old man on top of Jessie.  "Get
the hell offa her!" John shouted grabbing the guy's leg.  One
swift kick from the other foot sent him crashing backwards.  He
lay there a few minutes looking up at the dark sky and tall
building surrounding him.  Sitting up he saw the vagrant backing
out of the box pulling his pants up.

   "God damn it's been a long time since I had me some pussy," he
said smiling a toothless grin.  Even from 10 feet away John could
smell his stench.  His clothes were dirty, his face unshaven and
smudged with grim.  He had on one glove but missing the fingers
and no shoes.  John almost threw up from his odor.

   Holding his breath, John maneuvered around the bum and pulled
Jessie out by one leg.  Her shirt was missing but that didn't
matter, he needed to get her home as soon as possible.  "Hey
pal," the hobo called out.  "I got some friends under the 8th
street bridge that would love to fuck her too..."  John kept
walking, ignoring the laughing bum.

   Just a few feet from the sidewalk John saw a police cruiser
passing slowly down the street.  He stopped and leaned against
the wall.  How would he ever explain this?  A middle aged man
walking around in this neighborhood at 5 o'clock in the morning
with a naked nine-year-old girl.  "Shit, shit, shit," he silently
cursed.  "Nothing's going right!"

   Peering around the corner he saw the police car a block away.
The two officers got out and began talking to a hooker.  He
wanted to wait them out, but knew he had very little time.  It
would soon be morning and he really had to get home.  Carrying
her halfway back to the bum, he told her to wait for him right
there while he went for the car.  "I'll be back as soon as I can,
okay?"  She nodded.

   It took longer than the thought to find the car and now all
the alleyways look the same.  He stopped at six or seven
throughways not finding her in any of them.  The next one looked
familiar but she wasn't there.  He was about to leave when he
noticed the large box next to the dumpster.  It was the right
alley!

   Assuming the bum discovered her and carried her back to his
box, John approached slowly and looked inside.  Empty.  The smell
was overpowering.  Where is she?  Did she venture out looking for
him when he didn't return?  Did that Roscoe guy find her and take
her to his house.  Did the cops find her and take her to the
station?  John drove around checking every alley and driveway. 
She had to be here someplace...

   It was almost six o'clock and the morning sky was lighting up.
 Soon it will be day light.  He had to find her quickly.  Traffic
was getting busier and more people were on the street.  Where is
she???  Then he remembered something the bum had said.  He had
friends that would want to fuck her.  Where did he say they were?
 Under some bridge, but which one.  There's several around here.
He passed 18th street and remembered.  8th street bridge. 
Turning around, he headed south.

*****

   A crowd of homeless people were gathered around a large fire
burning inside a trash barrel.  He thought it was odd that they
were already awake at 6:30, but who can tell with those people. 
He didn't see any sign of the bum from the alley or Jessie and
was about to leave.  Something told him to check out the group. 
Just past the fire barrel was Jessie under some unknown vagabond.
 Her legs were spread wide and she appeared to be sleeping.  The
tramp on top of her was grunting like a stuck pig to the cheers
of the others.

   He tried to pull him off but two others held him until the man
finished.  John ran to Jessie to see if she was injured.  Aside
from being a cum dump for most of the night, she seemed okay and
even was lightly snoring.  To the shouts and jeers of the bums,
John grabbed her and ran towards the car.

   He drove home with the windows down as the disgusting odor
coming from Jessie was overpowering.  He carried her through the
kitchen into her bathroom and ran the water.  She'd need a really
good bath to get the smell off of her.  He only prayed that none
of those bums had any diseases.  While she bathed, he checked on
Sarah.

   She wasn't on the couch where he left her.  She wasn't in the
kitchen cooking breakfast so hopefully she was still in bed.  If
she got up in the middle of the night and saw them both missing,
he'd never be able to explain it.  From the doorway he saw the
bed wasn't slept in and she wasn't there.  Nor was she in the
bathroom.  He was about to leave when he noticed a foot under the
bed.  Going to her side he saw she had passed out on the floor.

   He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly showered, put Jessie
to bed and helped Sarah off the floor.  She slowly woke up,
beating her eyes to focus on him.  "What time is it?" she asked
pulling herself up.  John had pulled back the covers before
waking her to make it easier to get her in bed.  She didn't make
it that far.  She was still groggy when he left an hour later
without breakfast.

***

   "Are you going to sleep all day, sleepy head?" her mother was
saying waking Jessie up.  It was 10:15 and she was still tired. 
"Don't spend all day in bed, go out and do things.  I'll clean
your room again," she said pulling the exhausted girl to a
seating position.  She wished she could stay in bed and sleep. 
She ate breakfast, dressed and was sitting on the steps outside
by 11 o'clock.  She thought about closing her eyes and sleeping
right there.

   Maybe she could go to Ashley's house and sleep there.  It
didn't matter if Mark was there or not.  She was so sleepy he
could fuck her and she wouldn't wake up.  She went to get her
bike and saw Gary's black car stopping across the street.  She
smiled.  Angel dust will make her feel better.

   "What do you mean you don't have any more?!" she asked sitting
next to him in the front seat.  This was the first time she ever
sat there.  Usually she was in the back.

   "I told you it's hard to come by 'cause it comes from heaven.
Remember?" She nodded.  "I gotta friend who might have some, but
like I said, it ain't free."

   "How much does it cost?" she asked worried as she only had the
$20 that man gave her a few days ago.

   "Don't worry about money, sweet cheeks, he'll take it out on
trade."

   "What do you mean?"

   Gary smiled and rubbed between her legs.  "You give him a
little of this and he'll give you a little of that."  She was so
sore she could hardly walk, but knew she'd feel a lot better
after she took some angel dust.  She nodded.  "But first, let's
seal the deal," he said putting the car in drive.

*****

   "Ohhhh God...Yesss..." she giggled, feeling that coke hitting
her brain like a freight train.  Gary just happened to have a
little coke for her when they pulled into the driveway of the
house for sale.  She thanked him as she snorted the two small
lines into her nose.  It was hardly half what he gave her last
time but enough to make her feel really good.

   "Good, huh...Spread your legs...Get em up..." Gary had her
legs over his shoulders and her unicorn panties pulled to the
side.

   "No wait...what about your friend..." she looked around and
was only dimly aware of Gary driving his cock into her cunt.

   "Look at me, Jessie...Let me see your sexy eyes..." Gary
whispered, rolling her body up so her knees were next to her ears
and he was fucking her cunt hard.

   He just stared at her, watching her face as she took his cock
inside her cunt once more. She wasn't there, but someplace far
away smiling and carefree. Everything was okay, she thought.
After Gary was done fucking her, they'd go to friends and get
more Angel dust. After he was done cumming inside her, soaking
her pussy with his cum, they could meet his friend and that would
be nice. She would tell her daddy all about it. How she met the
nice man and let him fuck her.

   "Mmppphh..." she blinked as Gary's tongue filling her mouth
and she kissed him back.

   Yeah, she really likes kissing men. Especially the ones who
gave her funny lines of the special dust. And she likes fucking
too. Daddy says she's a good fuck, better than her mommy.  "Tell
all your friends I'm a goddess," she blurted out for no reason at
all.  Gary smiled.

   He was cumming. She didn't even know how excited he was and he
was cumming.  She moaned feeling another cock shooting off inside
her. He was filling her with his cum while she sucked his tongue
hard, working her lips along it like a little wet pink cock.  She
giggled and nodded and Gary just laughed.

   His cock was done cumming, but he was keeping it inside her
horny hole for another five minutes while she worked her sexy
little hips around in small circles like her daddy showed her.
When he was ready, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of her spermy
cunt slowly. He fixed her panties, giving her pussy a gentle pat
before letting her sit up to drive her to meet his friend.

   "You're gunna like this guy," he chuckled looking down at the
petite girl tripping next to him. "We're almost to the hotel
now."

   "We're going to a hotel?" she bobbled her head happily with a
vacant stare.

   "You like that shit, huh?" Gary asked her one they were
pulling into the Motel 6 parking lot. "That's the good stuff,
practically uncut. A little goes a long, long ways."

   "Oh God!" she just looked at him as if he was the creator of
the universe himself.

   "Look at me." They were standing outside a door in a cheap
hotel and Gary was about to knock.

   "Hmmm..." she smiled and that coke wasn't wearing off. She was
tingling all over, numb and brilliant and ecstatic.

   "Time for you to earn that cola, Jessie. You just be a good
girl, alright?"

   "Yeah." she smiled, reaching for his cock, but he grabbed her
wrist.

   "You got the idea." He chuckled. "I'll be back soon, real
soon. You don't go anywhere, okay?"

   "What?" she blinked at that trying to understand what he said.

   Gary knocked and the door was opened a little before he pushed
it open. He gave her a small shove and she walked in without
looking and took about three steps before she realized there was
someone else in the room. A man lying on the bed wearing plain
white boxers and a t-shirt. He was much older than her daddy,
maybe fifty or something and she smiled at him because he was
smiling at her.

   "Bob, this is Jessie." Gary said. "Jessie, my friend Bob."

   The man laughed at that.

   "Oh." she nodded. "Hi Bob."

   "Yeah, whatever." He agreed. "She's younger than I thought."
he said giving her the once over.  "How old is she?"

   "Old enough to fuck like a minx," he said smiling. 
"Seriously, she's almost twelve."  Jessie gave him a quick glance
knowing he told him wrong, but didn't say anything.

   "Twelve?!  Damn that's young."  Slowly his eyes toured her
body again and he smiled.  "Give us a couple hours."

   "Right." Gary shrugged and he was leaving before she realized.
"Have a good time."

   "Oh yes." Bob smiled, drawing a deep breath as he looked her
up and down again. "We will."

   "Uh...I'm not sure what you..." she started saying.

   "Don't talk, okay? I'm not paying for that." Bob said. "Take
off your clothes, let me see what I'm buying."

   "Uh..." she giggled nervously.

   "What? Take off your fucking clothes, whore." Bob repeated,
losing his smile and she nodded quickly.

   "Okay." she agreed, unbuttoning her blouse with trembling
fingers, but she wasn't frightened. She was just...Trembling.

   She watched the man as he rubbed his cock through his
underwear as she undressed.

   "Yeah, you look sweet." The man said. "A lot younger than I
expected though."

   She was naked, and blushed at that, but didn't cover herself
up. A voice somewhere inside her was telling her to relax that
this is what Father Mallory and her daddy told her she needed to
do.  Besides, sex is fun isn't it?

   Her head was foggy and everything suddenly seemed funny. "This
is fun. This is fun," she heard herself mumbling. She was being
bad and she smiled.  "I'm a naughty girl," she said stepping
closer to the stranger, letting him see her body, her kitty, her
butt when he told her to turn around for him.

   "Come over here now, suck my dick." He told her and she
swallowed hard, licking her lips.

   'This isn't bad, it's fun' she thought to herself. She walked
over slowly, crawling onto the bed and he'd spread his hairy legs
for her. She knelt down between his knees, reaching for his cock
which was already hard and she pulled it free of his boxers. He
wasn't so long, but thick and heavy. His muscle was hot under her
fingers and pre-cum glistened at the mushroom head. She gave him
a squeeze and he smiled and then she lowered her mouth, pursing
her lips to kiss the tip.

   "Oh yeah...That's it, love that dick, baby." He said, pulling
some loose hair out of her face so he could see her eyes.

   She was shaking with excitement, feeling like the temple for
sin she had to be and her cloudy mind didn't waste time rewarding
her for this. She had to do this. She knew that.

   Knowing all that made it real easy to open her mouth and take
the man's cock between her lips. She would beat them all, all of
them, no matter what she had to do. All those bitches out there
trying to get HER pony.  She will never let that happen!

   "I'll fuck everyone," she garbled around the cock head in her
mouth.  "I have to win that pony or I'll just die."  She began
mouthing and stroking the cock as she did scores of times before,
taking it a little deeper with each thrust.

   "Oh, baby...Not too hard...Nice and easy, Jessie." Bob had his
hand on her head, guiding her up and down while she sucked his
cock eagerly.

   She put all her thoughts into winning the 'race' and she only
thought about the cock inside her mouth, about the man beneath
her. He didn't even know her, but he wanted her. He liked her
mouth and her kitty and her ass. He liked her and he was hard and
eager for her attention. She was a slut, not a little girl. She
was sexy and desirable and men wanted to fuck her and that was
making her hot inside and out. She liked being wanted and like
being a slut even more. She giggled softly around that prick she
was sucking.

   "Mmmmm." She pulled her mouth away. "I love your cock, Mr.
Bob. It's big and hard."

   "Hmmm, fuck yeah....Pull my shorts down...I want you to suck
my balls too," the man said and she did it.

   She took his hairy nuts in her hungry mouth, eating them
gently while she fisted his cock, feeling his slimy pre-cum
running down over her fingers. She licked and sucked them until
they were shiny and wet with her saliva.

   "MMMMmmm yes, little girly, lick my asshole.  I love that
too," he said grunting.
   She had never done that before but lowered her mouth further,
stabbing her tongue beneath them towards the man's asshole. He'd
give her some more angel dust so she had to or maybe he wouldn't
give her any.  Bob pulled up his legs and gave her his asshole,
dank and sweaty and overgrown with short curling hairs that stuck
to his skin until she licked them stiff.

   She tongued the man's asshole for ten minutes, feeling his
balls against her face and tasting his acrid flavor. She tickled
his tight brown anus and kissed it, licked that hole and wormed
her tongue a fraction inside. It was enough to make Bob moan with
pleasure and his cock was throbbing in her hand while she
continued to hold it. She jerked him off all the while, licking
the guy until he'd had enough and he wanted to fuck. He pulled
her up so she could ride him.

   "Bareback...Okay? I wanna feel that tight little cunt of
yours," he breathed.  She wasn't sure what he meant by that and
just nodded, sinking her wet sex down onto his stiff cock slowly,
gasping as his thickness split her sore pussy wide around him.

   "Yesssss..." she breathed, getting all the way down until her
greasy pussy lips were mashed against his soft fatty pubis.

   "Goddamn...You're so fuckin' tight!" Bob was smiling, reaching
up for her nipples and she laughed, feeling the giddy euphoria of
being filled with another stranger's cock.

   She was grinding herself upon him, not moving up and down, but
just back and forth like she was a cowgirl riding her new pony,
feeling her tender clitoris throb with excitement as it rubbed
across his pubic hair and then found the base of his wonderfully
stiff cock. That was unbelievably good, fucking like that and she
put her hands on his stomach, smiling down at him beneath her
long blonde hair, giving him her bright black eyes, so dilated
there wasn't hardly any blue left.

   She was fucking him like she was on a mission and Bob knew it.
He was cumming after just a few minutes and she wasn't letting
him go. She had to do better.  Her daddy even said so.  She has
to be God's number one temple slut.  She moaned when she felt his
sperm flooding her sore pussy. "Fuck me," she hissed.  She was
hot and greedy and hungry for more. She wanted an orgasm and was
close. Bob was staying hard and she was still grinding, feeling
that thick hot sperm squishing out of her.

   He let go of her nipples and grabbed her ass, pulling her hard
so she'd lift her pussy and fuck him right. She dropped herself
down so they could fuck face to face, or actually face to chest.
She was fucking a stranger for the honor of being the best slut
she can. It made her laugh and she rubbed her hard nipples raw
against his damp t-shirt. She moaned softly, feeling his meaty
fingers digging into the soft round ass cheeks while he humped
his hardness into her girl sex. He was opening his mouth,
breathing hard and grunting as if in pain.

   "Fuck...Fuck me...Fuckin' fuck me, you fuckin' little fuck
whore..." Bob called out and let go of her butt with his right
hand so he could grab her head and force her face to his mouth.

   She kissed him like they were lovers. It was just one more
cock for her quest to be the best. She let the man tongue fuck
her mouth while his cock churned all the cum inside her into a
frothy slime foaming out of her. She was lifting herself until
the head of Bob's cock almost came free and then shoving herself
back down hard, over and over while the man held her mouth to his
and fingered her asshole, pressing a thick digit inside butt and
that just brought her off.

   "Ohhh fuck yeah!" Bob grinned and he knew he'd made her cum,
he was watching as her face contorted with pleasure.

   Her cunt spasmed around his prick, squeezing him tightly as if
trying to suck the sperm straight from his balls. Her asshole
quivered around his finger and he stabbed it deeper, enjoying the
sensation of her whole body jerking like a puppet on a string
just for him. He'd made her cum and Bob was feeling good about
that, good enough to want her in the ass and she was ready, or at
least she wasn't about to say no.

   She could barely see straight when he rolled her off of him,
putting her on her hands and knees and she was so fucked up she
couldn't feel anything but good. Pain went to her brain and came
out feeling like pleasure. She felt his blunt cockhead, smooth
and slippery and covered with their intermingled juices, she felt
it against her asshole and then he was pushing. Holding her tight
in case she tried to get away and thrusting, stabbing his cock
inside her ass almost violently. It hurt, it burned and tore
through her muscles, even though she was relaxed and wanting it,
it still hurt and she screamed into the pillows, trembling and
falling with Bob's considerable weight on top of her.

   He was suffocating her, straddling her thighs as she was on
her tummy then, and he was fucking her ass hard. His cock
burrowing deep into her rectum, heedless of her protests,
uncaring that her young body was soft and weak and unprepared for
such treatment. He drove his cock relentlessly inward until he
groaned and she felt his heavy balls against her kitty as they
hung low beneath his cock. He was all the way inside her and
she'd been crying and the world was spinning. Her stomach churned
and she thought she was going to be sick. The bed felt cold and
then hot and inside was on fire.  There was a knife in her belly
and that knife was Bob, fucking her harder now.

   He rammed his cock in and out of for minutes, hours it seemed
like. Days even.  She spent a lifetime feeling his cock tearing
through her bowels and only at the end, just before he finished,
only then did it start feeling good. The fire was still there and
the pain. Being fucked in the ass on her belly by a smelly ugly
man old enough to be her grandfather like an animal must be what
her daddy meant when he said sometimes she's have to do things
she didn't like. That's what it was and she knew she had to do
it.

   He was cumming inside her rectum, flooding her steaming bowels
with his sperm, moaning into her ear how good her asshole felt
wrapped so lovingly around his cock. He loved her ass, Bob told
her. He loved her dirty cock fucking ass and the next time he was
in town he was going to do it again. Oh yeah, he promised her
that. He was going to tell all his friends about the 11-year-old
whore named Jessie and how she loved to fuck bareback and take
hot sperm up the ass.

****

   Gary was waiting outside the room when Bob left, leaving the
door opened.  Jessie was so weakened she couldn't pull herself up
so Gary helped her to the bathroom to clean up.  She showered for
a long time, gingerly cleaning her sore holes.  She came out
wearing a towel and saw Gary nude on the bed.  She sighed knowing
what he wanted.

   She was under him, her legs pulled back and around his arms as
he thrust deep and hard into her.  He'd coated her pussy with
some angel dust and she was numb so it didn't hurt.  Her mind
floated as the drugs flowed through her body again.  She closed
her eyes, smiling at the thought of the pony she'd be getting
when she went to heaven.

*****

   "You see that man over there?" he asked pointing to the man
filling the large truck with fuel.  She nodded.  "I want you to
go over and tell him your momma needs $100 to buy medicine and
that you'll do whatever he wants if he gives you the money.  She
looked at the middle-aged man with the big belly standing near
his big rig.  They were at the truck stop at the freeway and Gary
was taking her home.

   "If I do that you'll give me the angel dust Mr. Bob gave you?"

   "Sure will, honey.  I just gotta make sure you know how to
make your own money.  This shit ain't free and you need to have
some cash if you want more.  Got it?"  She nodded before sighing
and opening the door.

*****

   "Hi," she said looking up at the big man.  He turned around
and smiled down at her.  He was much taller than she thought and
had on boots and a cowboy hat.

   "What can I do fer ya, little lady?" he asked tipping his hat.

   "I, uh, well, uhm, it's my, uh my momma.  She's sick and needs
medicine or she'll die," she said putting on her saddest face. 
"I need to get $100 for her to get it.  If you give it to me,
I'll uh, do whatever you want me to."

   Tex glared down at the small waif standing before him.  He'd
been on the road a long time and used the services of many
prostitutes.  She was by far the youngest and one of the
prettiest.  It had been two days since he left home and two long
days since he last had sex.  He wanted to ask how old she was.
Couldn't be more than nine or ten he thought, but it was best if
he didn't know.  He had a daughter not much older than that at
home.

   "Anything?"  He asked.  She nodded.

   Glancing around the parking lot looking for any sign of
trouble, he agreed and opened the door to his truck lifting her
high into the air.  She giggled as his fingers dug into her
sides.  Tex sucked in a breath of air as her skirt rose above her
little butt exposing the fact she wasn't wearing any panties. 
Gary had taken them at the motel telling her she wouldn't need
them.

   Like a caged animal she went from side to side looking out of
every window.  She was so high up she could see really far away.
She watched as the man finished pumping fuel and headed towards
the store.  He returned shortly and got in with her.  In the mean
time she had discovered the little bed behind the seats.  That
was really neat but it smelled funny.  She also found his
magazine "Barely Legal" along with empty cans, candy wrappers,
fast food bags and assorted trash.

   Without being told, she undressed and climbed onto the bed. 
He joined her after pulling away from the pumps.  He was a big
man and filled the small cabin, having to duck and bend his legs
just to fit.  He had already taken off his boots and was pulling
off his jeans by the time she was ready.  The large bulge in
front of his underwear said everything she needed to know.

   She was squealing like a baby swine as he plowed repeatedly
into her.  He was bigger than Mr. Bob, both in length and width
and filled her more than she had been before.  Gary's cum
lubricated her, making him slide easier in and out, but it still
hurt her overused hole.  He was in a hurry, saying something
about Amarillo, and pumped furiously.  It seemed longer, but he
came in about five minutes and just lay on top of her panting.

   "Whew, that was good, lit'l lady," he said finally pulling out
of her.  "Best lay West of the Mississippi."  She watched as he
struggled to put his jeans back on almost laughing at the sight.
Next he fought to put his boots on and moved to the passenger
seat up front, looking back at her.  "You gotta git movin'
youngin, I gotta dead line to meet," he added noticing she was
still laying there.  "I'll be back this way in three days.  You
work this stop a lot?  I'd like to see you again, if you don't
mind."

   She wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but nodded anyway.  She
was still dazed by it all and her mind was coming down from her
high.  "I guess so," she mumbled pulling her skirt over her slim
hips.  She could feel his cum seeping out of her slit.

   "Great then, it's a date," he said with a big smile.  "Same
time maybe?"  She nodded, buttoning the last button on her shirt.
 "Here ya go," he said handing her a twenty.  "I hope this helps
your, uh, momma out."  She smiled taking the money.  "Keep that
fer yourself, little lady," he added winking.

*****

   "See how easy that was?" Gary asked as she closed the door. 
"Easy money, that's what it's all about.  A pretty girl like you
can be making a ton of cash if you know what to do.  I'll help
you do that, okay?  Now, where's my money?"

   "Your money?"

   "Yes, bitch, my money.  The hundred dollars, hand it over." 
He had a mean look on his face and she suddenly got scared.  He
never looked at her like that before.  She had the bills crimpled
up in her fist and unfolded them handing him the $100 and keeping
the twenty.  "All of it!"

   "But he told me I could..."

   "I don't give a fuck what he told you.  That's my money now
give it to me!" with trembling hands, she handed the last bill to
Gary.  "And if I ever find out you're holding out on me, so help
me you'll be sorry."  She wasn't sure what he meant, but it
didn't sound good.  Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the
small plastic baggy and held it between two fingers towards her.
She reached for it but he pulled it back.

   "I told you this shit ain't cheap.  You earned it today, but
if you want more tomorrow, you gotta hand over $200."

   "$200?!  That's a lot.  I don't got that much money!"

   "Not right now, but a young pretty girl like you can make that
easy."

   "How?"

   "Just like you did with that trucker.  You saw how easy that
was and you made $120 in less than 15 minutes.  This truck stops
only about a mile from your house.  You could ride your bike
here, make some quick cash and be home before your momma even
knows you're gone.  If you really wanna make a lotta money, then
go to the next exit off the freeway.  That's a really busy truck
stop.  Got a nice diner too.  You'll have to get a ride though
'cause it's over two miles from here."  He smiled as she took the
package from him and clutched it like gold.

   On the way to her house, he kept a close eye on her.  She was
coming down from her high and he knew she'd be craving more blow
before long.  "That's enough for two hits," he said watching her
twirl the small bag between her fingers.  "You can do a little
when you get home and the rest around 8 or so.  That should get
you through the night okay.  I'll be back tomorrow after lunch. 
You have my money and I'll give you more, got it?"  She nodded
not even looking up at him.

***

   It was after 3 when she got home.  Her mother again was
furious that she was late and didn't tell her where she was
going.  She spoke with Ashley five times since noon and was told
each time Jessie wasn't there.  "Where have you been young
lady?!" she screamed walking into her bedroom after her.

   "Out," she said heading towards the bathroom.  She really
needed a shower.

   "Get back here little girl, I'm not through talking to you." 
The words fell on deaf ears as the door slammed closed.  She
really needed some more dust and her mother was really getting on
her nerves.  Sarah continued speaking to her through the door,
nagging her about responsibilities and how important she knew
where she was at all times and about bad people being out there.
She tuned everything out as the two lines disappeared up her
nose.

   She felt better and her mother's voice didn't bother her as
much, but it wasn't the same feeling she had before.  Especially
after the last dust Gary had given her before Bob.  She felt
really good then.  Now she just didn't feel bad any more.  The
shower drowned out her mother's excessive nagging.  God how does
her father put up with her?  She stayed in the shower until the
water grew cold.

   Her room was clean and smelled a lot better.  Buster was
scratching on the door to be let in and she smiled.  Poor thing
hasn't had any loving for a while.  She let him in and locked the
door.  Didn't want her bitchy mother bothering her any more.

*****

   She felt the surge of liquids coating her inner thighs and
running down to her knees.  Buster had knotted with her and
finally pulled free releasing the torrent of watery doggie cum. 
As usual, he retreated to the corner to lick his shrinking cock.
She grinned at him before reaching for the towel she had thrown
on the floor earlier.

   The room had that funny smell again and she needed to open the
window before her mother nagged her about it.  Brad was working
on his car again and she had an idea.  Maybe she could get him
and Mark and the others to pay her to fuck her so that she would
have the money for Gary and not have to ride her bike so far. 
She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top before climbing out
of the window.

   "Fuck, Jessie, don't do that!" he yell after hitting his head
again when she grabbed his crotch.  He rolled out from under the
car and looked up at her. Damn she was very pretty and would be
quite a catch when she was older.  "What do you want now?"

   "I want to fuck."

   He shook his head slowly.  Damn this girl is a real nympho.  A
lot of the guys around the neighborhood were talking about her
and he even heard about the gang bang she did a couple of days
ago.  Word on the street there was about 25 guys there that took
turns fucking her for hours.  Some guy's uncle came over to get
him and he fucked her too.  That's what he heard.  "Alright," he
said pulling himself up to tower over her.

   "But you gotta pay me, okay?"

   "Huh?  What did you say?  I got to PAY you?!?  Damn bitch,
I've already fucked you twice for free and now I got to pay? 
What's up with that?"

   "I just need the money.  Like maybe $100."

   "$100!!!  You're kidding, right?  I don't have that much
money."

   "How much do you have?" she asked staring at the bulge in his
jeans.  He pulled out all the loose change and bills in his
pockets and laid the on the hood.

   "Looks like $17.53," he said looking back at her.  "That's all
I got."

   "Oh.  Do you have more in your room?"

   "No, this is all I got."

   "Okay, I guess that's enough," she said pulling her shirt off.

****

   John searched the church looking for Father Mallory.  He was
going to talk to him, let him know that he would cooperate with
the molestation of his daughter and that he wouldn't have to
worry, there wouldn't be any trouble from him.  He also didn't
mind that he was sending men into her bedroom late at night to do
the same.  He'd work out something to help him turn her into the
ideal slut he'd always dreamed of.  She'd be ten times worse than
any girlfriend he ever had.  All he needed was a plan.

   He wasn't exactly sure how he would do it, but he knew somehow
he'd make it happen. "Excuse me, can I speak with you," John
shouted out to a fast moving priest.  He kept moving as if on a
mission to be somewhere and was late.  He walked so fast that
John could hardly keep up.  "Could you stop, please," he gave one
final call.

   "What do you want?  I'm busy," he said slowing to allow the
man to catch up.

   "I'm looking for Father Mallory, have you seen him?"

   "I haven't seen him since lunch.  Check the confessional he's
usually there this time of day," he man grumbled before resuming
his march.  John rushed away heading towards the booths.

   "I, uh, know what you're up to, with my daughter, I mean," he
started, nervously talking through the lattice.  I know you're
sending men into he room after we go to bed to have sex with her
and you're probably getting paid, but I don't care about that."

   "I don't know what you're talking about," came the unexpected
reply.

   "You don't have to act like you don't know what I'm talking
about.  It's okay, I know about it and I don't mind.  In fact I'm
here to talk to you about stepping it up."

   "I have no idea what you're talking about, sir."

   "Oh, I get it," John said wondering if Father Mallory thought
this was a trap, much like the trap he set for him with the
video.  "Gotta play dumb in case I'm wired.  Well, don't worry
about that.  I'd be in as much trouble as you 'cause of the tape.
 How much are you charging the other men?  I don't want any of
the money, I'm just curious."

   Father Jeffery Benton was taken aback by this statement.  Who
was this man and what's all this about his daughter?  He must
have him confused with someone, but this is all very interesting.
 He decided to play along to find out what this was about.

   "$150," he said just blurting out a number.

   "Each? Wow, you're doing pretty good then.  But you know, most
of them are only lasting 15 or 20 minutes, tops.  Sometimes she
falls asleep before the next man.  I think you should send them
like every 30 minutes or so instead of every hour.

   He was still stunned.  This must be a joke or something.  No
real father would be talking to him about allowing men to fuck
his daughter like that.  It must be a set up or something.  This
just doesn't happen, not in the real world anyway.

   "Uh, yea, humm, that would be a good idea," he said staring
through the small slots on the wall dividing them.  The area had
a few members standing around waiting to confess their sins and
there was an eerie silence.

   "I want you to come by tonight, let her know she's doing good,
but she needs to be sluttier.  You told her she needs to fuck
three guys a day but I want her to do more.  I told her she'd get
a pony in heaven if she's God's best slut.  You need to tell her
that too.  Don't give her a number; just tell her to fuck who
ever wants to."  Jeff was totally shocked at what this man was
saying.  This can't be for real, can it?

   "How old's you daughter?" Jeff asked slowly stroking his
growing bulge.

   "Nu...nine, she's nine-years-old.  Turns ten in May."

   "That's a fun age," he said with a devilish smirk.  "I'll see
what I can do."

   "My wife will be asleep after 8.  I know you send the first
guy in around nine so you might wanna there first.  I'll have
everything set up."  Jeff watched as the strange man opened the
door and walked away.  Stepping out himself, he watched as the
stranger left.

   "What's going on?" Father Otis asked seeing the odd expression
on Jeff's face.

   "I'm not exactly sure.  I think that guy wants me to fuck his
daughter and start pimping her out."

   "Are you serious?"

   "Yea, that's what he said."

   "You gunna do it?  I mean fuck her?  I'd like to get in on it
too; the girl's a little fox."

   "I'd like to, but I don't know his name or where he lives.  I
was so surprised by what he was saying, I didn't catch his
information."

   "That's no prob," Otis said with a smile.  "His name's John
Bell and I think his daughter's name is Jessie.  We have their
information on file in the records room.  In ten minutes we'll
know everything about them," he said smiling.

****

   "I need to make $200 dollars by tomorrow," she said putting
her clothes back on.  Brad needed to sit down following his
intense physical exertion.  The first time he fucked her he saw
her as a little kid and wasn't rough at all.  The second time she
was a slut, but still he was easy on her.  Now that she's a
whore, he treated her as one, wearing himself out in the process.
 He was very surprised that she didn't seem the least bit
affected by his brutal assault.  He's known her for over five
years now and would have never believed she was capable of being
like this.

   "BRAD!" she almost yelled, breaking his train of thought.  "I
need to make $200 by tomorrow.  Do you know anyone I can fuck for
money?"

   "Damn, are you serious?" he asked.  "I, uh, guess maybe I
could call some guys I know from school.  Not sure though. 
Tomorrow night there's a keg party on the beach.  You could go
with me and maybe make some money."

   "I need it for tomorrow morning."

   "Why do you need that much money?"

   "I gotta buy something, uh for my momma."

   "It must be a nice gift." She nodded.

   "Well?  Do you know anyone?" she asked impatiently.

   "No, not right now.  Maybe later I might think of someone, but
no one now."

   "Fine, call me if you think of anyone," she said kissing his
cheek as she left.  Buster was still in her room when she climbed
back in.  Her mother had said earlier that her dad had to work
late and would be home late so dinner would be around 6:30.  It
was almost that now.  She let the dog out and cleaned up just as
her daddy got home.

   She was quiet throughout dinner listening to her mother
blabbing to her father about what she had done, again.  Sarah was
tired of her lack of respect and total disregard of safety and
well being.  She closed her eyes and thought of Gary and that
great stuff he gave her.  She wanted to do some more, needed to
do the rest if nothing else to make it through dinner.  "Why
can't she just leave me alone??" she mumbled.

   "Are you listening?" she heard her mother ask.  Turning
towards her, she watched her lips moving, but didn't register any
words.  "Do you understand me?" she asked in a serious voice. 
Jessie nodded but didn't know what she had said.  It didn't
matter anyway.  "Get to your room right now, young lady," she
huffed.  She got up and left the table.

   "I'll go and talk to her," John said excusing himself as well.

   "If she doesn't straighten herself up, I want to send her to
Saint Mary's," she yelled out as he disappeared into the living
room.  Jessie was wiping the dust from her nose when her door
opened and her father was entering.

   That stuff wasn't as good as the other stuff she had earlier.
She'd have to talk to Gary about that.  Her eyes drifted down to
his crotch and noticed the bulge in the front.  She smiled.  It
wasn't long before they were both naked and fucking on her
squeaky bed.  John didn't care if Sarah heard it or not, he was
horny all day and couldn't wait.

   He was so excited that he began cumming as soon as he slid
inside her.  It didn't soften and he didn't let up and pounded
her for another 10 minutes as hard as he could before cumming
again.  Afterwards her rolled over, and moved his face between
her legs.  He found her gapping hole with his mouth and began
cleaning her up.  He'd prefer it being someone else's cum, but
this would have to do.

   "Daddy?"

   "What pumpkin?" he replied after a while.  His euphoric mind
took a while to register that she had spoken.

   "Is a hundred dollars a lot to pay someone to fuck?"  That
question totally took him off guard.

   "Huh, maybe, maybe not.  Why do you ask?"

   "I was thinking that maybe I could make some money fucking and
wondered if $100 was too much."

   "Well, for someone like you, maybe.  You're young and you
don't have a lot of experience so men might not want to pay you
that much."

   "Okay," she said raising her head off the pillow and looking
into his eyes.  "How much should they pay me?"

   "Well, I think you could get $50 'cause you're very pretty. 
Men like pretty little sluts to fuck."

   "Brad only gave me $17.53."

   "You got paid $17 to fuck!?!"

   "And fifty-three cents," she said matter-of-factly.  Damn, she
was a cheap little whore, he thought.

   "Younger guys don't have a lotta money so if you fuck them,
you'll have to do it for less money.  Guys Brad's age maybe
charge them $20 to fuck you and maybe $10 for a blowjob.  Younger
boys you'll have to charge less, maybe half that if you want them
to pay you.  But if you really really like someone, you should
fuck them for free as long as t they tell others about you."

   "How much should you pay, daddy?"

   "Daddy don't pay, sweetheart.  I buy your food, clothes, toys
and this nice house you live in.  You owe me pussy for that,
understand?  She nodded.  Glancing to her clock he noticed it was
7:21 and he needed to get things setup.  "I better go before your
momma comes looking for me and finds us like this."  She giggled
at the thought.

   "I hate her," she said crawling out of bed.

   "Now honey, don't say that, she's your mother."

   "Well it's true.  She's mean to me."

   "She's just worried about you that's all.  But I know you're
trying to win a pony so I don't worry so much," he said kissing
the top of her head.

   She was just putting away the pots when he walked into the
kitchen.

   "How did it go?"

   "Hum, pretty good, I think she understands now.  I explained
how you were worried about her and that she shouldn't make you
worry."

   "Well I hope that helps.  I think she should stay home
tomorrow.  I don't want to go through another day like today."

   "I don't think we should punish her, just make sure she tells
you where she's going."

   "No, I want her  here so I can keep an eye on her."  John
nodded and reached for the kettle.

   "Want some tea?  I'm having some."

   "Not right now, it's too early.  Besides it made me really
sleepy yesterday.  I think I'll skip it for today."

   "Nonsense.  You need to unwind.  It's been a hard day and the
tea will help relax you.  Besides, you slept like a log last
night.  Better than I can remember you sleeping.  Why don't you
go sit down, try and relax and read your book.  I'll take you the
tea when it's ready," he said guiding her into the living room.

   "Alright, just for a while, I still need to fold some clothes
and dry another load and sweep the kitchen, and...."

   "You see, you're working too hard.  Just relax a while and let
me worry about the house."  She smiled and he returned the
glance.  For the past few days they have been getting along a lot
better and aside from a few gropes, he hadn't tried to force
himself on her at all.  She liked that.  Hated being man-handled.
 Reaching for her bible, she turned to Revelations for the
hundredth time.

   He nervously watched the clock.  Ten minutes to 8 and she
still was awake.  She'd only taken two sips of the tea and it
wasn't enough.  He took it in to reheat and stirred it as good as
he could.  Five minutes later the door bell rang.

   "I'll get it," he called out to her.  Damn it, she will ruin
everything. Swinging open the door he was surprised to see two
men he'd never seen before.  One was a stocky white man about his
age and the other was a tall black man slightly older.  Both were
wearing a priest uniform.  His heart dropped when he saw them.

   "Can I help you?" he asked keeping the door slightly opened.

   "Yes," the white man said.  "You invited me to come today to
speak to your daughter.  I'm here with my consulate, Father Otis
to discuss what you proposed to me.  I'd like to accept your
offer."

   "I think there's some kinda mistake.  I was expecting someone
else."

   "Yes, Father Mallory, I know.  But you've already made me the
offer and I'm here to collect.  You're not going back on your
offer, are you?"

   John stared at the two men dumbfounded.  He was really
confused now.  This priest must have been in the confessional
instead of Father Mallory.  Oh, lord what have I done? "I'm, uhm,
I don't know what to say."

   "You can say come in and meet my daughter, that's what you can
say.  Or would you rather be talking to the cops right now?  I
mean you DID offer the sexual services of your minor daughter to
me and I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that."

   "NO! I mean, it's not that.  It's that you're early," he
whispered to them.  "I said 8 o'clock."

  "It's almost 8 now," Otis said trying to get into the door.

   "Give me 10 more minutes and I'll be back for you."

   "Who is it?" his wife called out from the next room.

   "Jehovah's witnesses," he yelled back.  "I'm getting rid of
them now."  he was in a panic.  If she didn't go to sleep she'd
ruin everything.  "Please, 10 minutes and I'll be back."  They
both nodded and stepped back.  He leaned against the door and
groaned.  Rushing back to check on Sarah he noticed her putting
the cup down and went to check on it.  He breathed a sigh of
relief when he noticed the cup was empty.

   "Want some more, honey?" he asked picking her cup up.

   "No, one's enough for now.  Maybe later I'll have another
cup."  He smiled thinking that she was so right, one is enough. 
In a few minutes she'll be out cold.

***

   John lead the men past his sleeping wife and to the bedroom
door of his preadolescent daughter.  It was 8:20 and the men
didn't have a lot of time.  The two men surprised Jessie when
they entered the room, catching her looking at one of the porno
magazines.  She quickly jumped off the bed and rushed to the
stocky priest, throwing her arms around him.  "Damn we lucked out
here, huh Otis?" Jeff said smiling looking down at the small
girl.

   "You ain't lying," he replied licking his large black lips. 
"I could just eat that lit'l white pussy up."

   "I guess it's a good thing Frank called in sick today or we'd
missed out on this shit, huh?"  Both men laughed as they moved
her closer to the bed.

   Both men fucked her in every hole she had, always at the same
time.  Afterwards Jeff put her on his knee and told her how badly
she was doing.  "Your father told you about the pony God will
give you if you do what he wants, huh?"  She nodded. "I'll be
honest with you, you'll never get a pony like this," he said
watching her eyes tear up.  "God knows you can be doing a lot
better.  He told me last night that you aren't fucking enough and
he wants you to fuck all the time.  If you want a pony you'll
have to do better."

   "But I'm trying, sir," she said, her lower lip quivering as
she spoke.  Both men could see she was close to tears.  "You said
I had to fuck three boys or men every day and that's what I've
been doing.  And Buster too!"  They knew her father's name was
John and not Buster so he asked who that was only to be shocked
at her answer.

   "That ain't enough, girl.  Don't worry 'bout how many and just
fuck anyone who wants too.  If they look at you, they want to
fuck you.  If they talk to you, they want to fuck you.  And you
gotta let them, understand?  Your legs need to spread open easier
than creamy peanut butter or you'll never get that pony.  Ever."
They watched as the single tear ran down her face and dropped to
her lap.  It was 9 o'clock and time to leave.

   They dressed and met John in the hallway.  He was so excited
watching them through the bathroom door that he was ready to
explode.  He thanked the two men and walked them out.  Sarah was
still asleep as he covered her with a blanket and locked the
door.  He was hoping to get a quick fuck from Jessie before the
first customer of the night crawled in, but could hear voices
inside her room.  From her bathroom doorway he saw the man
standing next to her bed with his cock inside her mouth.  John's
cock throbbed once, sending a drop of pre-cum dripping to the
floor.

   Jeff and Otis sat in the car parked across the street from the
Bell's house.  They had just left the house when they saw the
older man cutting across the lawn and sneaking between the
houses.  Peering around the corner, they saw the chunky man's
legs disappear into the opened window.

   "What you think 'bout that shit?" Otis asked.

   "I think we got us a gold mine here my friend.  A real fuckin'
gold mine." Both men laughed.

   "You see the way she twist on my black cock?  She love that
black cock, all white bitches do."

   "Yea, whatever, man."

***

   Just as John said, her 9:00 customer was finished and walking
back to the street by 9:24.  The two men flipped a coin to see
who would go fuck her next.  They'd planned on hanging around and
fucking her between each customer until they were too tired to
continue.  Otis grinned as he won the toss.

   "I'll try not to stretch her out too much," he said closing
the door.  Jeff watched as he rounded the corner.  'This was
going to be a very good year indeed,' he thought to him self
leaning his seat back for a nap.  The door opening started him as
his large black friend sat back down.

   "Her dad beat me to it," he mumbled disappointingly.  "He's in
there eatin' her out like it was his last meal."

   "He's eating our cream pie?!"

   "Yep, got that shit all over his face too."

   "That's just gross."

   They waited a few minutes before heading back.  It was 9:41
and they maybe had enough time for another fuck before the next
guy showed up.  Peering into her window they saw John just
finishing up and resting on top of her. It would be rude to cut
in, but both men were horny as hell now.  Just then they heard
barking and saw the next door neighbor walking his dog in the
back yard.  Afraid of being discovered, they went back to the car
to wait.

   A short time later an older model red Ford pick-up drove
slowly down the street, almost stopping in front of the house. 
"Looks like the 10 o'clock is early," Jeff said motioning with
his head towards the truck.  Both watched as he sped up and
turned the corner at the next block.

   "Guess we scared him off," Otis joked.

   "I never thought of that, but it would be weird having two
guys sitting in a parked car right across the street.  Maybe I'll
pull up a little," he said starting the car.  He pulled forward
two houses before shutting off the engine.  Five minutes later
the red truck returned and parked where they had been.  They
watched as he got out and light a cigarette.  A quarter past 10
o'clock he put it out and headed for the side of the house.  They
gave him a five minute started and went to check it out.

   The new man was standing next to the bed with his back to the
window, jeans pulled down to his knees and Jessie was sitting
facing him.  The pair watched as her arms and head moved rapidly
back and forth in front of him.  They smiled at each other
knowing how good she sucked.  Hearing something behind them, they
turned to see the man who earlier had been out with his dog was
quickly walking towards them.

   "Hey, what are you doing around here?" he called out stopping
just inside his yard.  They looked at each other then back to the
man standing there with his hands on his hips.

   "Let's take a ride," Otis said leaving.  Jeff followed.  The
men droved to the 7-Eleven and returned a few minutes later.  The
red truck was still there so the men waited just past the Bell
house.  They kept the car running just in case the police showed
up they could leave quickly.

   Watching, the tall, lanky man emerged from between the homes
and drove off in the red truck.  They waited a few minutes before
heading back to Jessie's window.  It was only 10:36 and they had
plenty of time for one good fuck before someone else showed up
and ruined everything.  When they got to the window, they saw
someone was already in there with her.

   The man who had just questioned them from next door had her
ankles clenched in each hand, her legs high and spread wide as he
rammed into her fast and hard.  The bed was squeaking and
grinding like nothing they'd ever heard before.  Movement from
the bathroom told them John was watching the show as well.

~end of pt 4

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