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 Hermie the Lust bug: Fully Loaded, Part 3

   by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   ~~~

   "Unit 13, respond," the radio crackled just as Deon and James sat down.

   "Damnnit!  We can't even enjoy a decent meal any more!" James grumbled
grabbing his first fry.

   "I just checked in to report we're taking our lunch," Deon stated
reaching for his hand mic.

   "Unit 13, come in, over," dispatch repeated.

   "Unit 13.  What's going on?"

   "Missing person call, a young girl disappeared a few moments ago.  624
Sycamore Street.  Please advise.  Are you able to respond?"

   "624 Sycamore?  That's the same address as the call from yesterday,"
Deon noted, taking a sip of his soda.

   "Cal lives on Sycamore.  I don't know the address, but that's the street
he's on," James replied.

   "Great.  His slutty daughter didn't go home last night and he's looking
for an update on her status."

   Smirking, James took a bite of his hamburger.  "Her status is she's
probably under some guy even as we speak," he chucked, garbling his words
with a mouthful of food.

   "Or guys," Deon added with a wink.  "Dispatch, Unit 13.  We'll respond
to the address, over."

   "Ten-four."

   "Jeeze, I'd like to be able to finish my lunch," James stated standing.

   "We are.  Sit down and eat.  There's no hurry to tell Cal we don't know
where the slut is."

   Smiling, he returned to his chair, dipping a fry into the ketchup. 
"Remember the last slut he sold that car to?"

   Deon smiled.  She had a nice pussy when he first started fucking her,
but the damn thing got all used up fast.  "Yea, she was something else. 
Went through those frat boys like water."

   "Yea, and half the town too.  What ever happened to her?"

   "Last I heard she's still in the nut house.  Her mind was gone by the
time they found her.  She's kept sedated and the orderlies have a really
nice time with her when no one's looking.  They even allow night visits
from a few select friends, from what I've heard."

   "You wouldn't be one of those select friends, would you?"

   "Just once or twice."

   "Man, you're holding out on me?  What the fuck?"

   "Trust me, James, that little white cock would be lost inside of her. 
Hell, you'd probably fall in," he said snickering.

   "I'm not that small," he mumbled returning to his meal.

   ~~~

   Cal sat on the steps leading to the kitchen, holding his face inside of
his hands sobbing.  "Daddy, it's not your fault.  I know," Nicole said
sitting next to him, putting her arm around his broad shoulders.

   "I don't know how I could have done something like that.  It's
disgusting!  And with my own daughter!"

   "Daddy, please don't blame yourself.  I know how you feel.  I couldn't
stop myself either."

   Lifting his head, he turned to face her.  "What do you mean?" Sighing,
she took a deep breath.

   "You wanted to know where I was all day yesterday, right?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "I was out, every where."

   "That doesn't tell me a lot, Nicole.  You'll have to be more specific."

   "I dunno, Daddy, it's hard to say and I don't want you to get mad, I
know how you can be when you're angry.  That's why boys don't ask me out,
`cause they know you too."

   "You went out on a date?"

   "Well, sorta, I guess, but not really."

   "Nicole, you're really not making any sense.  Just tell me, I've got a
lot on my mind right now and I don't have time for your games.  Where did
you go after you left the car lot?"

   Fumbling with the bottom of her robe, she couldn't face him.  She was
ashamed of what happened and even more ashamed that she enjoyed it.  All of
it and wanted more.  But now, after thinking about what happened she felt
sick to her stomach.  And the pain, even after the Vicodin, she was still
hurting.

   "Well?  Are you going to tell me?"

   "Uhm, yes, Daddy.  Um, after I left the car lot I went, huh, boy this is
going to be hard."

   "Did you go meet someone?"

   "Not *someone* exactly.  More like a few someones."

   "A few?  What do you mean?  What happened?" His intense stare frightened
her as she turned away, unable to face him.  "Did you have sex, Nicole?"
Slowly she nodded.  "Oh my God.  With who?  What's his name?"

   "I dunno," she whispered, her voice cracking.

   "YOU DON'T KNOW?!?  You had sex with a boy you don't even know his
name?"

   "Maybe I shouldn't say any more."

   "Oh no, young lady, you're going to tell me and tell me everything.  I
mean *everything*!"

   Taking a deep breath, she put her head down, ashamed of what she was
about to say, but needing to get it off of her chest.  Even if it means
certain death at the hands of her father.  "It wasn't just one, Daddy. 
There were others."

   "Define *others*"

   "A lot.  A whole lot."

   "More than ten?" she nodded.  "Twenty?" another nod.  "Oh God, Nicole
how could you!  Exactly *how* many were there?"

   "I'm not sure.  More than I can remember."

   "More than you can remember!?!  Are you kidding me?" Cal's paternal
instincts kicked in as he grew angrier by the second.  "You little slut!"
he shouted wanting for the first time in his life to slap her.

   "Well it's no worse than what you just did to Renee!" she screamed at
the top of her lungs standing to leave.  She had hoped he would be more
understanding because of what he just went through, but apparently not.

   "Hold it right there!" he said grabbing her arm.  "I told you that I
couldn't stop that from happening.  It wasn't me.  I'd never do anything to
hurt you or your sister.  Ever."

   "I know that, Daddy, that's what I'm trying to tell you.  It was the
same for me yesterday.  Every place I went, I had sex with someone over and
over again and I couldn't stop myself.  I can't explain it.  It was like I
was possessed or something."

   The two stared into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to say
something, but neither had anything to say.

   "I'm still very sore from what happened to me," Nicole finally said,
breaking the long silence.  "I'd like to go to the doctor, just to check to
make sure I'm okay inside."

   "What did they do to you?"

   "Sex, Daddy.  A lotta sex with a lotta guys." Turning to face him, she
untied her robe.  It's been years since he's seen her naked, but he's her
father, so it should be alright.  Opening the front, his eyes widened as
she exposed herself to him.  "See."

   The bruises, whelps, red blotches, scratches, hickies and teeth marks
littered her body from her neck right down to between her legs.  The pubic
region was inflamed and the lips surrounding the enlarged opening had two,
fluid-filled sacs primed to pop at any moment.  Dropping the robe to the
ground, she slowly turned, showing him the marks on her back and ass.  They
were cruel and brutal with her and she allowed them to do whatever they
wanted.

   "Oh my God," he exclaimed seeing the condition she was in.  "Who did
this to you?"

   "They all did."

   "I've never seen a pus, uh vagina look like that before.  It's all puffy
and swollen and what are those pockets along the side?" he asked reaching
his finger out to touch one.  She jerked back from the tenderness.  "I
won't hurt you, I just need to see what it is.  It looks like they're about
to pop," he added touching the inflamed area.

   ~~~

   "Unit 13 to base, come in," Deon radioed stopping in front of the
Bennett home.

   "Base to Unit 13, over."

   "We're at 624 Sycamore, responding to the missing person's call.  Will
advise."

   "Ten-four, over."

   "Looks like she's home," James said noticing Nicole standing in front of
her seated father.  "Why did he call in a missing person report if she's
home already?"

   "I dunno, probably just to let us know she's home now.  Hard to tell,
but we've gotta check it out."

   "Yea, I know, just another routine call," James said reaching for his
cap.  "HOLY SHIT!" he nearly shouted as Nicole dropped the robe, standing
naked right in front of her own father.

   "I'll be damned," Deon said smiling.  "Looks like dear ole dad got to
her before any of us."

   "Look!  He's fingering her!" James exclaimed, feeling his cock
twitching.

   "I think it's time we have a little talk with Cal.  Make sure we put him
in his place," Deon stated, swinging his door open.

   "What's going on here?" Deon's booming voice resonated throughout the
small garage.

   Cal jumped, nearly falling off the step as Nicole stumbled, turning to
see the two officers standing at the opened garage door.  "OH MY GOD!" she
screeched, grabbing her robe, dashing past her father, rushing into the
house.

   "Stand up, Cal," Deon said towering over him.

   "It's not what you think!" he tried to explain, only to be silenced.

   "Save it for the judge, Cal.  We know what you did to your daughter and
you should be ashamed of yourself."

   Putting his head down, he felt like shit.  How did they know what he did
to Renee?  Did someone see and report it?  He *did* have the garage door
open and anyone could have see what happened.

   "It wasn't my fault, I didn't mean, I mean I couldn't stop..."

   "Cal, you're digging yourself a bigger hole.  Just shut up and listen.
James, hand me your cuffs," he said turning to his partner.

   "CUFFS?  What?  Why?  I didn't do anything..."

   "Are you denying that you didn't have sex with your daughter?" His eyes
grew wide.  "Are you?"

   "No," he mumbled lowering his head.  "But it wasn't my fault."

   "Like I said, tell it to the judge.  I'm sure they'll have a nice prison
cell waiting for you and you know what they do to guys like you in prison,
right?"

   "It only happened once.  Well, twice, but at the same time.  It wasn't
my fault, please.  James, you know me.  You know I wouldn't do anything
like that to my own daughter."

   "I dunno, Cal, it looks pretty bad," he said watching as Deon turned him
around to cuff him.

   "I'm going to talk to Nicole.  To get a statement.  You stay here with
the perv and make sure he don't go anywhere," he said winking.  James
smiled knowing what he had in mind.

   "Have a seat, Cal, you might as well get comfortable.  We may be here
for a while," he added helping him to sit on the steps.

   ~~~

   "Hello, Nicole, remember me?" he asked swinging her door open.  Indeed
she did remember him and that giant club he used on her yesterday.  She
cowered on her bed, pulling her sheets up against her chest.  "Don't be
like that, Sweetheart.  You seemed much friendlier last night."

   "Please go and leave me alone."

   "I'm not going any place until we come to an understanding."

   "An understanding?"

   Sitting next to her on the bed, he reached for her, touching her leg
though the sheet.  She jerked it away, moving closer to the wall.

   "You're father just confessed.  We know all about what happened and he
can do some serious time for it," he started, touching her leg once again.
"You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?  Seeing you father rot in
prison?  He will you know." he added with a smile.  "And the inmates don't
treat guys like your father very well, you know.  I'm sure you've heard the
stories."

   "It wasn't his fault!  He couldn't stop himself!"

   "I don't think the judge will buy that.  He'll be sent to prison for at
least 20 years, maybe longer.  You and your family will lose everything and
be dirt poor," he said giving her a second to take it in.  "You'll lose
this house, the cars, all your possession and all because your dear old dad
couldn't keep his cock in his pants."

   He smiled watching as the tears welled into her eyes and she began
shaking.

   "But you can prevent all that from happening, you know.  No one needs to
find out what you and your father did."

   "H...how?" she asked wiping the tears from her cheek.  Reaching out to
touch her hand he smiled.

   "Just be nice to us like you did yesterday."

   "WHAT?  That wasn't me!"

   "It sure looked like you."

   "I mean it was me, but I couldn't stop it from happening."

   "You're saying you were raped?  You didn't want it to happened?"

   "No, I mean yes, I mean, I don't know what I mean.  All I know is that I
didn't want to do those things but I couldn't stop myself."

   "So what's stopping you now?" The question caught her off guard and she
had to think about it.  For some reason she had absolutely no desire to
have sex with anyone, especially after all the mean things the men did to
her yesterday.

   "I don't want to now."

   "But you will, right?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "To keep your father outta prison.  You'll be nice to me and my partner
and anyone else we say.  Otherwise, we're taking your father to the police
station and arrest him for incest and child molestation."

   "WHAT?  Please, no, you can't do that, He couldn't stop himself from
doing it.  It wasn't his fault!"

   Smiling, he reached out, touching her cheek.  "The choice is yours,
Nicole.  Either you play nice with us, or you won't see you father for a
very long time.  What's it going to be?  It`s up to you."

   Sighing, she looked downward, noticing the huge bulge in the front of
his pants.  Swallowing hard, she slowly nodded.  "I'll do what you want."

   "Smart girl," he said standing to remove his gun belt.  "I think we'll
start off with a blow job.  You'll need a lotta practice to get it right."
She didn't want to watch him undressing, but couldn't pull her eyes away.

   When his pants and underwear slid down and the huge black cock sprang
free, swinging about as he undress, she gulped.  He was by far the largest
she had ever seen, or felt and knew how much it would hurt her, especially
as sore as she still was.  He stood next to the bed, slowly stroking the
black club.  "Come on, Nicole, you know you want it."

   Her mouth was parched, but she leaned forward, opening her mouth and
closing her eyes.  She couldn't bear to see what she was about to do.

   ~~~

   "What about my daughter?" Cal asked shifting to get comfortable in the
cuffs.

   "Nicole will be fine.  Deon's just asking her a few questions, that's
all."

   "No, I mean Renee.  My other daughter."

   "What do you mean?  I didn't even know you *had* another daughter."

   "She missing.  That's why I called you."

   "She ran away?"

   "NO!  She was taken."

   "Kidnapped?  Did you see who took her?"

   "Not *who*, what.  She was sitting in Nicole's car and the damn thing
just started up and left with her inside.  Almost like it had a mind of
it's own or something."

   "A car took your daughter?  Come on, Cal, do you know how ridicules that
sounds?  You go around saying things like that and they'll haul you off for
sure."

   "I'm not lying, that damned car just backed out with her sitting in the
passenger seat."

   "Alright, let's just say for now I believe you.  Why would it do that?"

   "The hell if I know.  But I do know when I was inside of it, I had
really strange thought and images running through my head.  And I did, I
uh, couldn't control myself and hurt my baby girl."

   "You hurt her?  What do you mean?"

   "That's why you're here, right?  Someone saw what I did to Renee and
called you?"

   "Oh, yea, right.  We got that call.  You were fucking your youngest
daughter in the garage," he said smiling.  He's really getting fucked now.
"So tell me, Cal, what was she wearing the last time you saw her?"

   He lowered his head, unable to answer.

   "Well, what was she wearing?  I need it for the report."

   "Nothing," he murmured.

   "What, speak up, I can't hear you.  What was she wearing?"

   "NOTHING!" he shouted knowing how bad that looked.  Smiling, James
pulled out his notebook and began writing.

   "Which way did your daughter drive away in?"

   "She didn't drive away, that damn car took her away!"

   "Cal, that sounds crazy.  You know what they do with crazy people, don't
you?  Maybe after you do your time for molesting you daughters, they'll
send you to get the help you need.  There's a good mental health hospital
not too far from here."

   "I'M *NOT* CRAZY!"

   "Like Deon said, we'll leave it to the judge to decide."

   "Please, James, I don't care about me right now, but I'm worried about
my daughter.  Call on your radio to get her some help.  Nicole told me
things that happened to her yesterday and if anything like that were to
happen to Renee, I'd never forgive myself."

   "Okay, Cal, I'll need a description of her and maybe a recent photo. 
I'll see what I can do."

   "She's four foot eleven, about eighty-five pounds and a very sweet girl.
There's a picture of her on the kitchen counter.  Please.  Do something to
help her."

   "I'll call it in after I check out your story," he said stepping over
him to enter the house.  "Stay right where you are, don't move an inch or
we'll add resisting arrest to the other charges!"

   Smiling, he picked up the framed photo sitting next to the picture or
Nicole.  Both girls were happy and smiling, not a care in the world. 
Carrying it toward the back of the house, he heard the muffled grunts and
whimpers echoing down the hall.  From the sounds, it wasn't hard to find
which room was Nicole's.

   Slowly opening the door, James looked in to see his naked partner
stretched out on the bed, slamming his full body weight onto the young
whore they used yesterday.  She was grunting with every body slam as it
knocked the wind out of her.  Her only reprieve was the second or two it
took for him to rear back before thrusting hard into her.

   His bulky size eclipsed her smaller frame but her widely spread legs and
thrashing arms were clearly visible.  Her head only reached his chest and
his feet hung over the bottom.  Her headboard banged out a rhythmic melody,
repeatedly crashing against the wall.

   James shook his head.  He's seen Deon fucking plenty of whores before
and he always battered them hard, churning their guts with his giant cock,
but this girl he seemed excessively rough on.

   "Turn over, I want to fuck that ass now!" he heard Deon order as he
pulled away from the stressed girl.  She didn't move fast enough as he
grabbed an arm and leg, flipping her over like a pancake.  She grunted,
falling to the bed with a thud.  Pulling her up by the hips, he positioned
himself behind her, aiming for her round ass cheeks.

   "I'm going to fuck you in the ass and cum in your mouth.  You'd like
that, wouldn't you slut?  You love having cum in your mouth, especially if
the cock is covered with your ass juices, isn`t that right?!"

   God how he gets that monster into any woman is amazing, but to get it
into such a small hole...  Poor girl probably won't be able to shit for a
week.  She howled like an injured wolf as the bloated head pushed it's way
inside.  A high-pitched shriek followed as more was cruelly forced in. 
Smiling, he closed the door, returning to the garage to check on Cal.  The
last rounds of her grunts were pretty loud and he didn't want dear old dad
coming to check on her.

   "What was that noise?" Cal asked as James reappeared.

   "What noise?  I didn't hear anything.  It must be your imagination."

   "I heard something.  Sounded like a girl screaming."

   "Maybe it was from next door.  Sound has a way to bounce off of
buildings.  But anyway, I'm going to call in your missing daughter.  Is
there anything else you'd like to add before I do?"

   "Yes, bring her home safe, please."

   Heading to the car, he grabbed the mic.  "Unit 13, over."

   "Unit 13, go ahead."

   "We need an APB on a small, white Volkswagen Beetle with the number 69
inside a circle on the front and both doors.  Tag number Henry, Nancy,
Karen, 4, Steven, Edward, Xander.  Repeat, HNK4SEX, over.  Do not
apprehend. Just need the 10-20 on said vehicle, over."

   "Ten-four, Unit 13.  Will advise other units to be on the look out and
will advise when located."

   "Ten-four, over."

   "Okay, Cal, I've called it in.  All units are on the look out for her."

   "Shouldn't you issue an Amber Alert?  I mean, she is a missing child."

   "I don't think that's possible right now.  Usually there's a perp
involved with that.  Right now she's considered a runaway."

   "A RUNAWAY?  Didn't you just hear what I told you?  That car took her,
kidnapped her!"

   "Yea, right from, uh, under you, right?" James said smirking.  Cal
grumbled.

   "Okay, I'm finished with my questioning," Deon stated adjusting his belt
and wiping the sweat from his face with a hand towel.  "Go see what you can
find out from her," he added winking.  Smiling, James slipped past Cal,
heading toward her bedroom.

   "You know, Cal," Deon began, turning over the metal trash can to sit on
it.  "Nicole is a very pretty girl.  She should be really popular with the
boys, but she's not.  I know my boy really likes her and has asked her out
several times but she always turns him down.  Why is that, Cal?"

   "She's not allowed to date, that's why."

   "Not allowed to date, or not allowed to date black boys?"

   "That has nothing to do with it.  Lynn and I both agree that she's too
young and has too bright of a future to get involved with a high school
crush."

   "I think she's prejudice.  Did you raise a bigot, Cal?  Are you a bigot
too?"

   "NO!  Over half my team is made up of black boys and they're my best
players."

   "Then why can't they date Nicole?"

   "She too young."

   "Naw, I don't think so.  I think she's plenty old enough.  We just had a
little talk and she resents that you don't allow her to date.  She really
wants to, you know and I think you should allow her to, don't you?"

   "No, I don't.  She'll have plenty of time for that after college and
once she gets a good job.  She wants to be a child psychologist or a
pediatrician and has the brains to do it."

   "You need to loosen the reigns, Cal.  Let her live a little, experience
life, you know."

   "It won't happen."

   "It will or we'll be having this conversation downtown."

   "What do you mean?"

   "We have enough charges against you to put you away for a very long
time. You can't really protect her from prison, can you?"

   "What are you trying to say, Deon?"

   "It's *Officer* Deon to you, Cal."

   Sighing, he looked at the hulking man.  "Officer Deon."

   "That's better.  Now, what I'm saying is that Nicole needs to start
dating and I think she should start with Sean."

   "Sean?"

   "My boy.  He's on the swim team with Nicole and really likes her.  Let
me give him a call to see if he's busy," he said reaching for his cell
phone.

   "Wait a minute.  I never said she can start dating!"

   "No, but you will, right?  I mean, those cuffs can get pretty heavy
after a while, right?" Heaving a deep sigh, he put his head down.  "Good
boy," Deon added dialing his son's number.

   ~~~

   James slowly opened the door to see the shapely young girl on her side,
back facing the door, heavily sobbing.  She looks so nice like that, legs
slightly bent, pulling tight her round ass, toned from years of swimming.
She had a sleek build, ideal for competitive swimming and great muscle
tone. Closing the door, he approached the bed, unbuckling his belt.

   "I'm glad you're so understanding, Nicole," he said placing his holster
on the bedside table.  She sobbed a little harder.  "Come on now, it's not
that bad, is it?  You get something, we get something and your father gets
something." Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her face into her pillow
stifling her tears.

   "I thought it was only you your dad was fucking, but he just confessed
to fucking your little sister too, what's her name?  Rhonda?"

   "Re..nee," she sobbed between breaths.

   "That's right.  Pretty little thing, isn't she.  I'm sure she's
following in big sister's footsteps right.  She's been gone for what, an
hour or so already.  How many guys do you think she's fucked so far?" He
smiled watching her shoulders heaving as she cried harder.  "Come on,
Nicole, you know deep down you're glad it's her and not you spreading her
legs, right?"

   "N...  n...no."

   "So you're saying you'd rather be doing it?  You liked it that much?"

   "NO!" she gave a strong breath catching him by surprise.

   "Well either way, one of you will be driving that car for a while, I'm
sure of that."

   "Please, don't make us do that.  I'll do anything you want, just not
that."

   "You're right.  You will do anything I want, starting with a big sloppy
kiss," he said pulling on her shoulder to turn her over.  She looked a
mess, as her damp hair stuck to her face, her eyes were red and swollen and
snot dripped from her nose.  Making a face he wipe the mucus before
lowering his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

   Right away he could taste rancid flavor of ass and saltiness.  Deon kept
his promise to cum inside of her mouth after fucking her ass.  He won't be
kissing her anymore until after she brushes her teeth.

   "Suck me, slut," he said waving his erection at her.  Slowly she sat up,
taking his cock and bringing her mouth closer.  Thank God he wasn't
anywhere near the size of the other man as she wouldn't be able to stand
it. Pushing the head past her lips, she began sucking.  Putting his hands
behind her head, he pulled her face closer to his body, gagging her in the
process.

   "Come on, you could deep throat me yesterday."

   "My throat is raw," she informed him pulling it briefly from her mouth.

   "Too bad.  I really love how you suck.  It doesn't matter anyway, I want
your pussy.  I'm sure you'll feel just as good as you did last night."

   "Please, let me suck you off.  I'm too sore down there."

   "No, I don't think so.  You're giving up pussy and you're going to enjoy
it.  Or at least pretend that you are."

   Moving between her parted legs, he fully entered her on the first
stroke, hearing her groan as his pubes smashed into hers.

   ~~~

   "I dunno, Dad, she's not the girl I thought she was."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, last night, over by the basketball courts, she was, huh, having
sex."

   "Really?  Did you fuck her too?"

   "Well yea, Dad, everyone did."

   "That's my boy," he said looking at Cal staring away from him.  "How
would you like a chance to fuck her again."

   "She's not my kinda girl.  She`s like a total slut!"

   "You're not going to marry her, Sean, just fuck her.  She'll make a
great booty call for you and your friends.  She's at 624 Sycamore Street.
Come on over and get some pussy before it's used up."

   "I'm over at Derek's house with Marus and Julian."

   Smiling at how much Calvin was squirming he cleared his throat.  "Bring
them along too, there's plenty to go around." Hanging up the phone he
squatted in front of Cal.  "She's on the pill, right?" He asked.  Slowly
the man shook his head.  "Well you'd better get her on it fast.  We
wouldn't want her getting knocked up and ruining her `bright future' now
would we?" A single tear rolled down his face.

   ~~~

   James was steadily pumping in and out of her juicy hole.  She wasn't
into it like last night nor did it feel the same.  She was just lying there
allowing him to fuck her like some cheap blow-up doll.  Her pussy wasn't
pulling him back in whenever he withdrew, like the last time.  He even
joked to Deon about how it felt like her snatch was softly sucking him,
coaxing the sperm from his balls.  Now, it's nothing.  Just warm, wet flesh
yielding to his entry.

   Pulling her legs up, he doubled his efforts, slamming into her with
everything he had.  She grunted and sobbed with each jab, turning her head
to prevent seeing him.  He chuckled, enjoying the humiliation she must be
feeling.  Inside the car, she had no choice but to enjoy it.  Here, she's
simply enduring it, willing it to be over quickly.

   "Turn over, I want some of the ass you're giving away," he grunted
jerking his cock from her.  Groaning, she rolled over, pulling her knees
underneath her stomach.  Moving closer, he directed the tip to her gaping
nether hole, pushing it hard inside.  Even after Deon stretched her beyond
humanly possible, she still growled as it slipped inside.

   Grabbing her hair, he began sawing back and forth, enjoying the muddy
hotness of her ass as he yanked her head back like a bridle, controlling
how she moved.  Reaching one hand around her chest, he squeezed her left
breast, eliciting a loud groan.  "Get used to it, bitch, guys will be doing
shit like this to you a lot from now on!"

   Grasping her waist, he countered his thrusts by jerking her backward
against his groin, shaking her taunt ass like chilled yogurt.  Burying her
head under the pillow, she wailed loudly as he neared his release.  Moments
later, he jerked it from her tender derriere, yanking her backward before
stuffing his spurting cock into her mouth.  "Swallow it all, slut!" he
barked as the spasms subsided.

   Keeping the head inside of her mouth, he waited until he lost the
firmness before pulling it out.  "You'll need to practice doing that, it
was a little awkward," he suggested, sliding from the bed.

   Not wanting to look at him, she turned to her side and stared at the
wall.  He smiled, shaking his head.  "That shit better stop," he warned
noticing her lethargic movements.  "You need to act nicer to your lovers.
Turning away from them is rude.  Very rude."

   ~~~

   "Sean, over here," Deon called out through the open garage door as his
son's car pulled into the driveway.  He smiled seeing his son and his three
friends getting out of the car.  Sean was taller than the others with a
slimmer build.  Their smiles dropped into concerned expressions when they
noticed Nicole's father sitting near the door.  Sean stopped, getting
bumped into by Marcus.

   "Uh, Dad, what's going on?  I didn't think Mr.  Bennett was home."

   "Don't worry about Cal, son, come on in, everything's cool."

   "Are you sure?  I mean I don't want there to be any trouble."

   "There won't be any trouble.  Cal sees the errors in his ways and wants
to make it up to you."

   "To me?"

   "Not just you, everyone."

   "What do you mean `everyone'?"

   "Just what I said.  You won't have to worry about Cal interfering with
your fun.  In fact, he's encouraging her to be more, uh sociable, isn't
that right, Cal?"

   Unable to look at the man, he kept his head down listening to what
Officer Deon was saying.  He didn't agree with anything he said, but what's
he supposed to do?  Risk being arrested?  They already know what he did to
Renee and what jury will believe he couldn't prevent what happened.  He
doesn't really believe it himself!

   "Isn't that right, Cal?" he asked again nudging his leg with his knee.

   "Yes," he mumbled too low for the boys to hear.

   "Come again?"

   "Yes," he repeated louder.

   "Yes, what, Cal?"

   "Please don't make me say it."

   "I want my boy to hear you're okay with Nicole dating black boys, unless
you're still a bigot."

   "It's okay, Deon."

   "It's okay, *Officer* Deon if my slutty daughter dates black boys,
anytime they ask her.  Let me hear you say it."

   Taking a deep breath, Cal repeated the line, cringing as he spoke to the
amusement of the hulking torment.

   "Very good.  Now you boys go on in, she's waiting for you in her
bedroom. Make yourselves at home."

   "What's going on?" James asked noticing Sean and the three boys talking
to his partner.

   "My son stopped by for a little fun with Cal's slut, isn't that right
boys?" he asked smiling.

   "Great, she's all warmed up for you boys, knock yourselves out," he said
stepping aside, allowing the foursome to pass.  Cal felt sick to his
stomach as the last teen brushed past him, bumping his shoulder with his
leg.  Being eye level with their crotches, he couldn't help but notice they
all four had erections.

   "Stand up," Deon said pulling him by the elbow to stand.  He struggled,
feeling his knees buckling as he stood.  Turning him around, he unfastened
the cuffs, watching as he rubbed his wrists where the metal bit into his
skin.

   "You've been very cooperative, Cal, and I'm happy to say that as long as
you continue doing so, your crimes won't be reported.  It's our little
secret.  But if you cross me, so help me God, you will be sorry and I can
guarantee you'll spend the rest of you pathetic life in a dingy prison cell
with the biggest, blackest cellmate they can find.  I'll also make sure the
whole prison knows what you did to your daughter.  Do I make myself clear?"

   Sorrowfully he nodded his head, staring down at the oil stain on the
cement.  "Good, now if I get any reports and I mean *any* reports of you
not cooperating..." Deon left the sentence unfinished, realizing that he
didn't need to say it to make his point.  "Let's go, James, we've got
another slut to track down."

   ***

   Renee felt the car jerking out into traffic, narrowly missing a speeding
pickup truck.  She was still feeling the butterflies of being with the men.
Ninety minutes earlier she pulled into the parking lot at the Home Depot,
stopping next to a group of migrant workers waiting to be hired for a few
hours.  Non spoke English but when the saw the young naked white girl,
words weren't needed.  Slowly she drove around the back of the building
with several in close pursuit.  It took a while, but others began finding
their way around the back after their friends didn't return.

   Had it not been for the semi-truck blowing the horn for them to move,
she would probably still be back there with them, taking their cocks and
cum.  Pulling into a closed business, the car stopped, idling slowly as she
panted to catch her breath.  The strange stick thingy with the pool ball
began moving by its self, pointing toward her, rubbing her leg.  She had an
over powering desire to push the large knob into her pussy and slowly moved
closer.

   The tight opening stretched wide, taking the shape of the sphere as it
slowly entered her pussy.  She felt no pain as it extended the skin,
pulling it tightly over the ball before it finally slipped inside.  The
sensation took her breath away as it massaged her insides, tickling a place
she never knew she had.  The pressure started, feeling as if someone or
something was sucking her insides out.  She groaned, as it moved deeper,
ingesting the spent ejaculate filling her hole.

   Her cervix served as a portal, opening and closing to allow the semen to
enter her uterus before tightly closing, trapping the nurturing fluids for
later consumption.  The ball was positioned adjacent to the opening as the
mucus began freely flowing from her.  She sighed at the wonderful feel it
provided.

   Slipping out, the shift moved into first before squealing the tires as
it returned to traffic.  Holding to the seat, she watched the cars as they
sped past, heading down Lincoln Boulevard.  Moments later, they were
turning into the parking lot of her sister's school, heading around the
building, toward the stadium.  Leaning forward to see over the dash, she
noticed the small group of teens playing touch football on the field.  The
car headed toward them with the horn blowing and the lights flashing.

   Stopping just before crashing into the fence, the guys were all staring
at the crazy driver wonder who in the hell was driving like that,
especially through the grass.  Still watching, the guys were surprised to
see the slim, naked girl pop out of the window to sit on the door.  "It
sure is hot today, isn't it?" she called out waving at them before sliding
back into the car.

   Looking around at each other, the guy got closer trying to see what was
going on inside the small car.  The front seats were reclined back but they
couldn't see the girl who had just waved to them.  One by one, they began
climbing over the eight-foot high fence until all thirteen boys were
standing outside the bug looking in.

   "Fuck me!" the closest one exclaimed noticing the young girl was buck
naked, with both hands over her hairless crack, fingering herself.

   "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," Brian called out from the passenger
side after seeing her flat chest and slender body.

   "I think I know her," the smallest player blurted out stepping closer to
the car.  "She lives on my street.  That's coach Bennett's daughter."

   "Man, you're full of shit.  There ain't no way that's his daughter.  He
don't even let Nicole date.  There ain't no way he'd let his daughter out
acting like that!"

   "I'm tellin' you it's her.  I've seen her riding her bike by my house
and she in my little brother's homeroom class."

   "I don't giva fuck who she is.  She's a slut and I'm gunna fuck `er!"
Brian called out pulling open the door.  Renee smiled as the driver's door
suddenly jerked opened and two boys tried getting in at the same time,
pushing and shoving each other to be first.  "Suck my dick, slut!" Brian
ordered pushing his semi-erect cock against her lips.  Her mouth opened
wide, allowing it to enter just as she felt another boy crawling on top of
her.  She groaned, feeling his hard cock sliding into her pussy.

   ~~~

   "Unit 13, come in, over" the radio crackled as the men began their
return to the station.  It was approaching 6 o'clock and their shift was
just about over.

   "Unit 13, what is it?" Deon replied annoyed at the interruption of his
almost end-of-day.

   "The car you were looking for, we found it."

   "Really?" he asked smiling at James.  "What's the 10-20?"

   "Downtown, behind the porno theater.  You want us to check it out? 
Looks like there's a lot of men standing around the car."

   "No, we'll take care of it.  Just keep an eye on it until we get there."

   "Roger, over."

   Turning the cruiser around, he hit the lights and siren, flooring the
gas pedal as the engine roared.  "Time to play with our newest little
slut!" he said smiling at his partner.

   ~ end of part 3