God's Will, Chapter 11 By wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~ She was a mess. John stood at the doorway watching her lying prone, her back slightly rising and falling as she lightly breathed. Even all she's been through, she still looked incredible sexy. Her hair was erratic and her body damp with perspiration. Approaching he reached for her, brushing aside a few strands, revealing her creamy, beautiful face. Gently rolling her over, he stared down noticing the marks and scratches from her procession of lovers. How many were there? He lost count after Sam but knew there had to be close to two dozen after he left. Sam was very insistent that he pay him the $200 and even drove him to the ATM to withdraw the money. There's no way he can afford to keep paying him like that but what choice did he have? She sighed, slightly parting her legs, releasing a glob of gunk which leaked slowly down the crack of her ass as it drained to the bed. The swollen, angry-red hole was inflamed and looked painfully irritated. It still gaped open, revealing the reddish tissue which not long ago was a soft pink shade. Smacking his lips he leaned over, suckling the nearest nipple. She stirred, opening her eyes. "Daddy?" she asked blinking rapidly to bring him into focus. "Ssssshhhhh, Honey, don't speak. I know how sore your throat is," he encouraged remembering the comment she made a few hours earlier about it. "I need my angel dust," she croaked, struggling to sit up." "There's no more, Jessie. You took the rest of it just before eleven." "What time is it?" "A little after four. The last man left about ten minutes ago and now it's just the two of us," he replied with a smile as his index finger discovered her tender gap. She winced, her legs giving a slight jerk from the sensation. Returning his mouth to her burgeoning nipple, she let out a sigh. How many times had someone done that every act tonight? "Can you page Gary?" she asked bringing her hand to the back of his head as the prickly sensation of his oral manipulations overwhelmed her. Both nipples were very tender and it didn't help that they seemed to be the focal point of every man who fucked her. Now that they're beginning to sprout, they're even more sensitive. "I'll page him in the morning. Daddy's going to call in sick to work and stay home with you. I really missed you and don't want you to leave my side." "What about my school?" "You can stay home. I don't think anything bad will happen if you miss just one day." "I'm glad, Daddy, `cause I'm really tired." "You can sleep for a while, Honey, right after you pleasure your old man one more time," he added kissing her neck. It was apparent many others had kissed her there as well by the number of dark rings encircling her neckline. Many others peppered her chest, some still red, but others already taking on a purplish hue and a few were on her pubes. Or was that bruises down there, it was hard to tell the difference. Shifting around, he crawled between her legs, pushing them further apart with his knees as he aligned his erection to her aperture of pleasure before giving a slight thrust. Effortlessly he entered her, sliding into the mucous secretions deposited into her throughout the night. She whimpered and he groaned as he reached his maximum depth. Not very long ago he would hit bottom just over half way in. Now she can take his entire length no matter how far he drove into her. His king-size bed didn't squeak nearly as much as her twin-size but it still protested the relentless assault against its springs. Jessie fucked more in this bed in one night than Sarah and he has in the past five years of their marriage. Such a shame. Sarah is a pretty woman and if she would ever dress up and put on makeup, she would be so beautiful. Her up bringing prevented such vanity. Thoughts of his wife surfaced as he sawed in and out of his daughter, stabbing her repeatedly thinking of Sarah. Why he married her in the first place is a mystery. His thrusts became more pronounced, more brutal as his anger over the frigidness of his marriage surfaced. "Why do you have to be like that, Sarah!" he growled as his hips pounded harder against his daughter, wanting to chastise his wife for her lack of sexual response. He could feel the wetness clinging to his testicles, feel the slickness along his shaft and hear the splashing noise from their union with each forward lunge. She was steeped in fluids, soaking his pubes and thighs with each stabbing cycle. Crying out, she grabbed his wrists, the only part of his body she could get her hands around, squinting her eyes as the culmination of the past few days seeped into her physical reality. The unending abuse of her drugged-out pussy reaped its toll as the loud, piercing shriek echoed throughout the room. John was close and the assumed expression of her pleasure pushed him over the edge as he drove one final thrust deep into her gut before releasing a torrent of eager slime into her immature hole. Both panted and groaned as his excitement wavered, his cock twitched as the remnants of his sperm dribbled into her, filling her further with man seed. He remained on top her, gasping from exhaustion, trying to catch his breath. That was the third time tonight he made love to her as he had a lot of catching up to do. Exhausted from physical exertion, John repositioned himself, preparing to remain on top of her throughout the night. Squirming beneath him, she shifted about, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. She needed to pee, but that would have to wait as she heard the soft snoring of her father above her. Neither would be leaving anytime soon. ~~~ "Jessie!" John called out noticing he was alone in the bed. The morning sun brightened the room so much he needed to squint to see. The clock read 8:36 as he pulled his legs from the bed. "Jessie!" he called again slightly louder. His head hurt, his breathing was labored and he had a knot at the pit of his stomach. He felt anxious and nervous for some reason and his arms and legs ached. He was sweating although the ac had been left on and there was a cold chill throughout the room. "I need to give Gary call," he mumbled not really understanding why. Rising, he made his way naked into the hallway, checking first her room and then the bathroom before heading into the living room. She was no where to be found. He called her name once again, sticking his head into the kitchen hoping she would be making breakfast. "She must have forgotten I told her to stay home from school," he spoke to himself heading to the bathroom. He needed to pee so badly his cock was rock hard and had to wait for it to soften before he could go. Hovering over the toilet he smiled thinking how nice it would be to fuck Jessie to alleviate his uncomfortable erection. The house seemed unusually quiet as he meandered throughout, noticing the clutter. It had been days since it was last cleaned and with the amount of traffic recently, it's no wonder. He put on a pot of coffee and reached for the phone. He'd use his last sick day today. Holding the phone to his ear while pouring a cup of coffee, he nearly dropped them all when he turned to see Sam standing in the doorway. His heart raced as he reached for the towel to mop up the spilled coffee. Hanging up he faced Sam. What in the hell are you doing? You can't just barge into my home like that unannounced! You scared the shit out of me!" "Relax, John, I just dropped by to get a nut off before heading to work. Where is the little slut?" "School." "School? How admirable to keep up the façade of being a normal little girl. That won't last long once the boys start talking about her." "What do you want, Sam?" "I already told you, pussy." "She ain't here so you can leave." "There is one other matter I wanted to discuss with you. The issue of my payment." "I already gave you two hundred dollars last night. I don't have any more." "Well, John, that's where you're wrong. I think I'm cheating myself out of some hush money. I counted the number of men who came yesterday to fuck her and came up with thirty-six. Even if you're only getting a hundred dollars a pop, that's still thirty-six hundred dollars and I'm entitled to ten percent. I figure you still owe me a hundred and sixty dollars." "A HUNDRED AND SIXTY DOLLARS!!! Are you insane? I don't have that kind of money just lying around!" Taking a deep breath he gazed at the scruffy-looking man. "Look, John, I'm not an unreasonable man. I'll give you until I get home from work at five to pay the difference but keep in mind that you're going to owe me for what she makes today." "Sam this has got to stop. I can't pay you three hundred dollars a day!" "You will if you want to stay out of jail. The cops will be all over you, John, they just *love* getting their hands on pedophiles like you." "I'm not a pedophile, Sam," he replied feeling his blood boil as the once long-time friend laughed at his comment. "We all are, John, one way or another. Just some can control their urges more than others. Given a chance, I don't think there's a man alive who wouldn't give his eye teeth for a chance to fuck Jessie." The ringing phone caused John to jump as he wasn't expecting anyone to call. He watched it as it rang for the third time wondering if he should answer it or not. Maybe it's Sarah. "Hello?" he spoke softly into the handset. "Is Jessie there?" the booming voice asked. "No, she's in school. Who is this?" "Listen, John, you need to stop worrying so much about who I am and worry more about keeping your daughter home! I'm trying to run a business here and her absence it making it difficult! The church runs a school and I'm going to request Jessie's records for a transfer." "A transfer? I can't afford to send her to a private school." "She won't actually be attending, idiot! I just don't need the public school asking too many questions about her. Starting tomorrow, Jessie doesn't leave the house unless I say so." "WAIT!" he started to say but stopped once he heard the click of the phone. It was Frank and like many other people, he was ordering John around like an errant child. "I need to leave now, John," Sam said turning to leave. "Have my money for me when I get home or else!" John stared at his back as he disappeared into the next room. Sitting, he reached for his coffee. "What am I going to do?" he mumbled bringing the cup to his lips. ~~~ Jessie squirmed under the bulky man as he thrust in and out of her burning hole. He was the fourth customer this morning to fuck her and she was still sore The other two wanted oral sex and she was able to control the action. His cock was normal sized and she hardly felt it sawing in and out, but just having anything inside of her felt like fire. Gary waited nearby, waiting to be paid. She'll have to work harder now, according to Gary. This morning he informed her that she needed to pay him more money as he was selling the angel dust to her father. His threat to cut them both off was too much for her to take and she begged for him to reconsider. She'd pay him whatever he asked for and cringed when he said it was double the normal amount. He made her beg, but eventually he gave in and set out two lines of the cheap stuff. It wasn't good stuff but it gave her a boost to start her day. There wasn't nearly enough and her body craved for more, but that would have to come later. The fat man bouncing on top of her began to bellow like a water buffalo as his thrusts became uneven. Sweat rained down on her as she felt the fleshy rod twitching, pumping another load of cum into her soul. Slowly his movement stopped until he rested briefly atop her, continuing to breathe hard. "I still can't believe such a young pretty girl wants to do this," he mumbled sitting backward as his flaccid cock slipped from her soaked hole. She remained silent, retracting her legs from around his as she sat up, feeling the sperm leaking from her. "How long have you been fucking?" he asked pulling his tee-shirt down over his pasty, muffin-top stomach. Without a word, she buttoned her shirt hoping to leave without having to talk to the fowl-breath slob. That was the worst part of sex, having it with men like him. "Do you fuck a lot? I mean have you fucked a lot? You know, had a lotta lovers." Slipping past him, he grabbed her wrist. "I'm trying to be nice to you, but if you're gunna be like that, I'm not, understand?" She nodded her head. "Sit down and talk to me." "I have to leave." "Why? You got more johns to fuck?" She nodded her head again. "Is someone making you do this?" She rapidly shook her head. "Sit with me just a little while and you can go." "I have to go now," she mumbled not able to look into his eyes. "Alright, but first you must answer one question for me." She rolled her eyes, but waited for the question. "How many guys have you fucked? Be honest." Staring at him she wondered why he'd want to know that but honestly she didn't know. It seemed like such a long time ago that her father first penetrated her and since then, there has been too many to remember. Looking down she shrugged her shoulder. "You're saying that you don't know?" She slowly nodded. "You've had *that* many guys fuck you that you don't even know how many? Damn, girl, how old are you?" She wasn't sure if she should answer him truthfully or not, but since he's already fucked her, it didn't really matter. "Nine," she muttered not raising her eyes from the floorboard. "NINE!?! Holy shit I just fucked a nine-year-old whore!?! Damn, I knew you were young but I didn't think you were *THAT* young! Oh man, that's incredible! I can't believe I just had my cock in a nine-year-old whore's pussy. That's too much!" he exclaimed, his excitement making her jittery. "Do you whore yourself around here often? I mean if I look for you again, will I find you?" She nodded, pulling her hand free from his grasp. "I'm glad to hear that `cause I'll look for you again, only next time I'm gunna really tear that pussy up, you hear me? I was easy on you this time `cause you're so small and young, but now that I know the truth about you, I ain't gunna hold back none, you hear me?" She nodded again. "What's your name?" he asked as she pushed open the heavy door. "Jessie," she muttered not looking back at the man. "I'm Collin, Jessie," he called after her as she stepped down from the large truck. His eyes remained on her small, swaying ass as she strolled across the parking lot to the black BMW. "That must be her pimp," he said grinning as he pulled his bulky form into the driver's seat. "I'll definitely look for that little whore again next time I'm in the area," he added reaching for his microphone. "Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine," he spat into the dirty mic, "Any trucker in LA looking for company try the Cherry Street exit truck stop offa 10, got the sweetest little rug-rat-lot-lizard pounding the pavement. Highly recommended, over." The radio crackled briefly before someone cut in. "What's the handle?" "Jessie," he called back, shifting this big rig into gear with a smile. ~~~ "What took so long?" Gary barked as she slid into the passenger seat. "He wanted to talk." "You don't get paid to talk, Jessie, you get paid to fuck. Once the guy is finished, get your ass out as fast as you can." She nodded, handing him the eighty dollars the man had paid her. "Two more to go and you'll have enough to pay for yours, but then you'll have to work to pay for your dads." She sighed, glancing at the clock. 9:51. "Get cleaned up before you start back, you smell like a whore," he said with a chuckle. "But what do you expect?" he added with a smile. As she slid from the seat he grabbed her arm. "And no small talk. Get in, get paid and get out, got it?" She nodded closing the door. ~~~ It was John's third call to Gary's pager with no response. It was almost noon and he really needed some of that dust that he was giving away. He felt so much better snorting it. Life became clear and he had so much energy. Not to mention the exhilarating sensation it gave. Without it he felt like shit and only wanted to sleep. With shaking hands he returned the phone to the cradle. "He'd better answer this time," he said glancing at the clock again. Heading for the sofa he sat noticing the smiling portrait of his wife staring down at him from the wall. It just didn't make any sense. Why would she run off like that and leave Jessie alone knowing that he wouldn't be home until the next day? What's strange is she left everything here, nothing was missing. Even her bible which had been a gift from her father and had been in the family for over a hundred years was left at home. The ringing phone broke his thoughts as he stared at the blinking light. It couldn't be Gary as he never called before. Father Mallory already called and knows that Jessie won't be home until later. The fourth ring sent him to answer it. It had to be Sarah! "Hello?" "John? Is that you? Why aren't you at work?" "Who is this?" "Harvey, where's Sarah?" "Oh, hello, sir, I'm sorry I didn't recognize your voice." "Where's Sarah?" "She's not home right now, she uh, went shopping." "Is she feeling alright? I haven't heard from her since Friday and that's not like her. We talk three or four times a week and she *always* calls me after my Sunday sermon. She didn't call yesterday." "Hum, well, I guess she has been busy." "She's never too busy for her father. I want to know what's going on, John." "I'm not sure what you mean. Everything is fine here. How's Linda?" "That's what I needed to talk to her about. Her mother isn't feeling well and I wanted her to sit with her again." "I'll pass the message on to her." "Yes, and have her call me as soon as she gets home. I really need to talk to her." "Okay, I'll let her know," he said hanging up the phone. Damn it! How is he going to explain it to her folks? They didn't want her to marry him in the first place and since she ran off, they will only gloat over it. That's just something else for him to worry about! The car turning into the driveway distracted him enough to forget about Harvey and his sickly wife. He rushed to the door to see Jessie stepping out of the black BMW. His eyes followed her as she wobbled toward the house grinning like the Cheshire cat. She looked so slutty wearing the ankle boots, ultra-short miniskirt and see-through blouse. Her nipples are becoming so pronounced that they were visible through the thin material. He felt his cock twitch. Attention to his daughter was taken away as the Gary's car backed out of the driveway. He opened the door, stepping outside just as the BMW sped away. He felt a knot in his throat as it disappeared from view. "Hi Daddy," Jessie said standing before him smiling, her eyes droopy and dilated. He could tell she had been fucked but wasn't sure by whom or by how many. "Why aren't you in school?" he asked pulling her by the flimsy shirt into the house. "You told me I could stay home today, `member?" "When you weren't here I assumed you went to school," he replied glancing outside one last time hoping to get a glance of Gary's car returning. "Why did Gary leave?" he asked closing the door. "He's got places to go," she replied tossing herself onto the sofa, her legs slightly spread and dangling over the side. Leaning back, her head rested against the back with her hands resting to her sides. "Taking care of sinners?" he asked noticing the glistening liquids between her legs. Her absence of panties left nothing to the imagination, not that he need one. She giggled, parting her legs further. He could tell she was high, probably snorted a few lines just before coming home. He licked his lips thinking of how good she must be feeling. "Here Daddy," she said pulling a small baggie from her shirt pocket. "Gary told me to give this to you," she added dangling it in front of him. He rushed to her, tripping over the coffee table in his haste. Not bothering to spread it out, he dumped the dust into a pile before leaning over, holding one side of his nose with a finger while resting the side of his face along the table top. One strong snort sent the drug straight into his brain. The remainder quickly disappeared through the other nostril. He fell backward, landing between Jessie's legs feeling dizzy as the rush took over. He could smell her sour scent, smell the odors of the men who had been with her and could smell sex. Laying his head back, he rested it on her lap, feeling the top of his head touching her delicate skin beneath the short skirt. His cock surged, filling with blood and swelling to firmness. Her aroma was intoxicating. Tangy and strong. Turning his head toward her, the smell intensified. Nuzzling his nose between her legs, he sniffed, savoring in the ambrosia. It had been a while since he last tasted her and realized how much he missed it. Even if she had just been fucked and had some other man's cum inside her pussy, he wanted to taste her. Extending his tongue, he scraped across her small bud, smiling as she jerked. He repeated it, receiving the same response. Shifting, he moved to face her before returning his face between her legs. She moaned. "Lick my pussy, Daddy," she sighed missing his loving touch. "Harder, lick me harder," she urged feeling the tip of his tongue slightly lapping at her clit. John dove into it, lapping away like a starving man presented with a banquet. His tongue slipped between the fleshy folds of her pussy, entering as far as he could reach as the sticky gel poured out onto it. He slurped and sucked, gulping the liquid as fast as it entered his mouth. Not since the porno theater had he tasted another man's cum and even though it was no longer thick and white, it had a pleasant flavor. It must be her pussy juice mixed with it that added to the taste. Feeling a large, hairy object bumping into him, he turned to see Buster trying to climb over him to get to Jessie. "You want some of this, boy?" he asked moving his head away. The dog lunged forward, burring his snout between her legs to the squeal of Jessie's delight. John's cock was ragging hard as he freed it from the confines of his pants. Moving onto the sofa, he leaned over, brushing her lips with the tip of his cock. "Open your mouth, Honey," he whispered bumping the moist tip along the underside of her nose. Instinctively her lips parted, allowing him to push the head of his cock in. She sucked, moaning around the bulbous head as Buster's tongue reached much deeper than her father's ever could. Her body stiffened as his attention turned to the sensitive red bud nestled above the entrance. John pushed harder, sending the tip to the back of her throat. He knew she could deep-throat him but also knew it was raw and sore, testament to the vast assortment of cocks which had found their way down her gullet. Her teeth nicked him as Buster's enthusiasm increased, sending her ass off the sofa. John watched his tongue lapping away the emerging fluids just as quickly as they emerged. She was full of cum and he was curious how many men had fucked her this morning. His eyes wondered downward, tracing the dog's stocky body. He was muscular for his size and was massive all over. Mastiffs are like that. Following the rounded bulge of his belly, his eyes focused on the hairy sheath below his stomach. Or rather the large, pink tube extending from it. He smiled. "Looks like someone can use some attention," he added. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he moved to the floor, pulling the large beast away from her. He growled, lapping at the remains of the liquids around his snout. "Relax boy, you'll get something much better," he said rubbing his head. Jessie was in a daze, her eyes opened but not focusing on anything, just staring ahead. She must be tripping on some serious shit. Unbuttoning her shirt, it quickly fell to the floor as the boots and skirt were removed next. Within seconds, he too was naked, sporting a full-on erection. He wanted her so badly, but first he wanted to do something. Lying on his back, he pulled Jessie on top of him, quickly pushing his cock into her. She remained quiet as his hips thrust up and down. "Come `er, Boy," he said coaxing he dog closer. Buster sniffed their union, scraping his tongue across their genitals. Pleasure shot through his brain as the drugs intensified the sensation. "Come on, Boy, get on her," he instructed, pull Buster by the collar. He moved closer, but still didn't understand what his master wanted. It wasn't until he climbed onto her backside that it finally sank in. Grasping the slick, slimy cock, John pointed it toward her pussy, rubbing it against his cock as he tried forcing it in alongside his. It wouldn't go and Buster's growls became concerning. "Okay, Boy," he said releasing it and pulling Jessie higher, grunting as his cock was discharged with a plop. "You go first," he said tugging on the collar. Buster knew what to do as he had done it to her often and climbed back onto her back. Like a blind swordsmen, he took several undirected stabs at her, missing each time. Reaching down, John took the dog's cock and guided it to her pussy, releasing it as it slipped inside. Immediately the dog began sewing in and out, jabbing harder and deeper with each thrust. Still under her, John reached for his own cock, directing it to the cavity currently occupied by man's best friend. Two attempts later, he sucked in a gasp of air as his cock entered Jessie along with the dogs. He remained still, allowing Buster to do the work as he fought cumming too fast. He wanted to prolong the feeling as much as possible. The cock was very hot and slick with juices as it stroked repeated against his. The feeling was incredible as the dog soon picked up speed, jabbing into her faster and harder than he ever through possible. He felt the large object banging against the base of his cock first as he braced for what he knew was about to happen. Holding Jessie's butt checks, he spread them as wide as he could, giving Buster more room to fuck. The strokes became shorter as the length of is cock seemed to shrink. John knew it wasn't getting smaller, but the knot was getting closer to the tip. As it reached her tender skin, it knocked hard against her opening, begging for entry. John lifted his ass from the floor, wanting to be inside of her as far as possible when the knot finally entered. The space began shrinking as more of the ball entered her, forcing his further inside as it dragged it along. The knot finally popped inside, locking the three of them together. "OH SHIT!" John cried out feeling his cock being crushed by the much larger object. He remained still, not that he would be able to move for a while, feeling the dogs cock pulsing and jerking along side of his, filling her pussy with the hot watery substance. Shutting his eyes he squeezed his cock hard, trying to prolong his orgasm. He was close but didn't want to cum just yet. "FUCK ME!" he heard someone call out and turned to see Brad and two other teenagers standing in his doorway. "I don't fuckin' believe this shit!" one of the boys added. "See, I told you I saw Jessie come home a while ago," the third boy said. "Quick," Brad ordered, "Go get my dad's camera, I gotta get pictures of this!" ~~~ end of chapter 11 wetfly6969@aol.com ---> let me know if you want to see this story continue <---