_________________________________________ 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!!!! _________________________________________ 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 If you enjoyed this story, please let me know at: Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHHAXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/