The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 10 By wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was late getting to breakfast. It took longer than I thought to find my phone and I made it just as they were finishing. "Sorry I'm late," I muttered pulling out my seat. "We're done eatin'," the old man grumbled. "I know and I'm really sorry. I was talking to my father. We have a family emergency and I need to leave today," I said glancing toward Rebecca. She wouldn't even look my way. "That's too bad," Melvin moaned as he stood, releasing a loud belch. "I'll need the money you owe me so that I can go," I said watching his back as he left. He stopped and slowly turned my way. "You ain't gettin' paid `til the work is done, that's the deal. Not that you were much help any ways." "Excuse me, but I've worked hard all summer and agreed to help you for three months. It's only a few days short of that." "Like I said, `that's too bad'," he added with a smile. That's the first time I ever saw the old man smile and as bad as his teeth are, I'm not surprised. "Mr. Johnson, look, I really need the money and since it's not my fault I have to leave, I think you should still pay me." "You got room and board while you were here and as little work as you done, I should charge you for your dab blasted food!" I gave a quick glance to Rebecca. The bitch better come through for me or I'm spilling my guts about Annabel! "Melvin, why don't you just pay him and let him leave," she suggested hardly louder than a whisper. I think she wanted me gone more than I wanted to leave. "I ain't got no money here, woman, you know that. Ain't gunna get none `til we sell the crop next week." "NEXT WEEK!?!?" I nearly shouted. There's no fucking way I was hanging around this shit-hole for another week! If that old fucker doesn't pay me what's due, I'll get even with him. Hell, I'll take his little precious granddaughter to St. Louis and dump her off in the worst part of town I can find! My mind was running a million miles an hour contemplating what to do when it suddenly dawned on me that I just came up with the perfect plan. Annabel could be my meal ticket! Hell she's already fucking like a minx in heat only this time she'll get paid for it, or should I say *I'll* get paid for it. "You listenin' boy?" I heard the old man shout, breaking my concentration. "Huh? What did you say?" "I said come back next week and I'll pay you a thousand dollars." "I appreciate the offer, but I really need the money now, it's very important. Besides, the agreement was for twelve hundred, not a thousand." "You're leaving early so you lose some pay." "Okay, I can understand that, but it's only a week so it should be only a hundred." "Melvin, I have about six hundred dollars hidden for a rainy day and I'm sure you can find a few more hundred to pay him. I just want him to leave as soon as possible." Rebecca and the old man stared at each other for an uncomfortable minute. "Please." she added, breaking the silence. "I guess I can ask Cramer if he can loan me the rest `til next week. I dunno if he got it or not, but I can ask," he said reaching for the phone. After a brief conversation he hung up and glared at me. "He got `bout four hundred. All I can pay you is a grand. If you want the other hundred, you gotta come back next week to get it," he said turning to leave. "Let's get, them crops ain't gunna harvest themselves!" "When will I get my money?" I called out as he approached the front door. "When I get back for lunch, `less you wanna come out to the field to get it." "I might just do that." I said looking at Rebecca. I caught her fleeting glance as she quickly turned away from me. "I need to pack and get my things ready and then I'll head out to get paid," I called out to the closed screen door. She stood and began taking the dishes into the kitchen. I was starved and sat, devouring the remaining food on the table. There wasn't much left but I ate until it was gone. Taking the rest of the breakfast dishes into the kitchen I sat on the counter next to her. "How's Annabel?" "Jake, please don't talk about her. Just forget you ever met her." "Chill out, Rebecca, in a few hours I'll be gone and you'll never see me again, of that I promise you. I'm genuinely concerned about her." "If it wasn't for you, you'd have nuttin' to be concerned about. Now go away, I have alotta things to work on and I don't want you here." Not once did she look at me and that pissed me off. I didn't like how she was disrespecting me like that. "Alright, I understand. I'm leaving so don't get your panties in a knot," I said smirking. "I guess I should say your `granny panties' in a knot," I added making a final dig to the event from earlier. I would have paid money to see her reaction when she woke up, but that's an opportunity lost. Silently I slipped out of the kitchen and made my way around the side of the house to see the combine disappearing on the horizon. They guys were gone and Rebecca was busy in the kitchen. It was time to visit Annabel and put my plan into action. Peeking through her opened window I saw her sound asleep, her beautiful face hardly visible from under the blanket. She really is a pretty girl and still looked radiant in spite of what she has been through these past few months. It really is a shame to waste such a sweet young thing. I crawled in, sitting on the bed causing her to stir. Slowly she opened her eyes. "Good morning sexy," I said smiling at her as I brushed aside the locks of hair partially covering her eyes. "Jake, whatcha doin' here?" she asked glancing toward the closed door. "If Grammy finds you in here she's gunna go nuts!" "Relax bright eyes," I said leaning over to kiss her pouty lips. She hadn't taken a bath yet and still reeked of sweat, sex and semen. She must have been exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed. "I already told your grandmother that I was coming here to tell you goodbye." "Bye? Whatcha mean? You ain't leavin' `til next week." "Yea, well there's been a change of plans. Rebecca caught me sneaking you back into your room and busted me big time. She threatened to tell your grandfather about us if I didn't leave right away and I really don't want your grandfather unloading a round of buckshot into my ass, if you know what I mean." I was hoping this would drive a wedge between her and her grandparents. "But I was hopin' that, uh, well I didn't think you were leavin' so soon." "I know Baby Doll and I wish that I didn't have to go," I said taking her hand. "I love you so much and want to spend as much time together as possible. Now we'll never see each other ever again," I added turning away. "You can come visit, can't you?" "That's not possible, Annabel. It's too far and besides, Rebecca would never allow it. She'll tell your grandfather for sure if I try to see you again." "We can write and call each other and..." "Honey, look, long distance relationships never work out. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I love you with all my heart. It's going to kill me, but..." I said bringing her hand to my heart with a long pause. "But what?" "Annabel you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want us to be together forever." "Then why don't you stay here with me?" "Sweetheart, as much as I'd like to, I just can't. I have school; friends, family and a future job all waiting for me back in St. Louis. Besides, your grandfather will *never* let me back on the farm. He hates me." "Maybe I can go visit you `fore school starts." I pretended to give that idea some thought before springing my *real* plan. "Why don't you come with me? We'll be together forever and I'll take good care of you." "Jake I can't leave the farm." "Why not? You've told me before that you don't really like living here." "`Cause my family lives here." "What about me? I'm your family too, aren't I? I mean you *are* carrying my baby," I added placing my hand over her flat stomach. "I want my baby to grow up with its father." She silently stared at my hand for a few minutes. "We can start our new life together, just you, me and the baby. Wouldn't you like that?" "Yea, I guess, but I..." "Annabel, do you love me?" "Yes," "And I love you. And I love our baby so what's the problem?" "I'm scared, Jake. I ain't never been off the farm before. We'll `cept to go to the store but that's all." "Think about what your future here will be. First once your grand parents find out about your pregnancy they'll be pissed at you and there's no telling what they'll do. They might even send you to live with your mother. If they allow you to stay, then in a few years they'll marry you off to someone you don't know or love. You know me and love me so I think it's best if you come with me. I need you, Annabel, more than you know." "Really?" "Of course. I won't be able to make it without you. We'll get an apartment near the university and you'll be my little wife and I'll take care of you. You won't go without, I promise you. Anything you want, I'll get it for you. You want clothes, diamonds, gold, jewelry; I'll get it for you." "Jake I don't need none of that stuff. I just want you." "And I want you too, bright eyes," I said kissing her again. "Besides, once I'm gone, who will be here to protect you from the guys? They'll be all over you and you won't be able to keep them off of you. Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life?" "No." "Then it's settled. You're coming with me." "Jake... uh, I don't..." "Annabel, I want my wife and child with me, okay?" "You're wife?" "Yes, my wife. As soon as you're old enough, we'll get married so that our baby will have two parents that love each other." "OH JAKE I LOVE YOU!" she cried out sitting up to wrap her arms around my neck, squeezing it tightly. "And I love you too," I replied prying her arms away. The odor of sex was so strong in nearly made me gag. "We don't have a lot of time to prepare." "What do you mean?" "We're leaving right after lunch." "Why can't we just tell my grandparents `bout us and `bout the baby? They might let me live here and get married." "Annabel, you're living in a fantasy. There's no way your grandparents will allow me within fifty feet of you once they find out about us and your trigger-happy grandfather will probably shoot my cock off." "He won't do that!" "Think about it Baby Girl. You know he's got a bad temper, right?" She nodded. Anyway, to be sure they won't try to keep us apart; I want you to just leave with me. Don't tell anyone. I'll park my car on the side of the house and leave the trunk open. Just throw a few things in back that you need. A few clothes, any valuables and money. Do you have any money?" "A little, but not much." "Bring it. We'll need it when we get to St. Louis but after we're there, I'll take care of you and you won't have to worry ever again about money, I promise you," I said smiling. She smiled back and moved closer to kiss me. "Oh and make sure you shower first, you're smelling a little ripe." "I'm not sure what to take." "Travel light. Two or three changes of clothes and anything valuable. I'll buy you everything else you'll need once we get there." "Jake... I'm not sure `bout this. I'm scared." "I know, Sweetie, but trust me when I say everything will be okay. We'll be one big happy family just you, me and the baby." She gave a half smile before lying backward. "Rest for a while but get up soon, clean up and then get something to eat. After lunch, as soon as I get the money from your grandpa, I'm out of here and I'm taking you and my baby with me, okay?" She nodded. Smiling I left the way I came in, glancing backward one more time to see her smirking at me. A lamb to slaughter. It took me about an hour to get all my shit together and move the car to the side of the house. Backing in, the trunk was about ten feet from her bedroom window, making for a quick get away. I went in to get a feel of Rebecca's mood but she quickly sent me away, still angry at what I had done. If she only knew the half of it. Over lunch Annabel and I kept stealing glances and smirking at each other. A few times the old man noticed and loudly cleared his throat. I bit by tongue. Just a little while longer. After lunch the guys headed outside and I still hadn't been paid. "Uh, excuse me Mr. Johnson, but I need to leave so can I get my money now?" He mumbled something under his breath as he continued out the door. That bastard! "I have your money, Jake," Rebecca said from just inside the kitchen. I sighed a breath of relief. "Annabel clear the table," she said reaching into her apron pocket to pull out an envelope. "Here's your money, so please leave. Now." "Well that's a fine way to send off a friend," I said snatching the envelope from her. "You're no friend. In fact I'm sorry I ever met you." "Come on now, that's a little harsh don't you think?" "Jake, please leave, NOW!" "I'm going," I said winking at Annabel. She smiled at me and I counted the money. An even grand. Stepping onto the porch I noticed the guys were still loitering around the combine, waiting for the old man to return. I sat on the steps to wait. I wasn't in a real hurry and needed to wait a while to give Annabel enough time to get free. Jimbo noticed me and gave a big toothy grin before heading my way. Great, just what I didn't need. "We're gunna miss you," he said from about fifteen feet away. Too bad you gotta go but don't you worry none `bout Annabel, we'll take real good care of her for you," he said grabbing his crotch. I smiled. The poor fool didn't have a clue. "Hey Jimbo, come here, I want to tell you something." "What is it?" "You need to be closer; I don't want to say this out loud." He stood towering over me for a few seconds before taking a couple of steps closer. "What is it?" "If you guys are ever desperate for some pussy I have a sure-fire way to get some for you." "We already gots that with Annabel." "Yea, I know, but if you can't fuck her, you'll need a back up, right?" "Whatcha talkin' `bout?" "I'm talking about Rebecca. I know a secret about her that she'll do *ANYTHING* to protect." "A secret? What kinda secret? I been knowin' Miss Rebecca for a long time and she don't got no secrets." "She's got at least one and it's a big one." "Fool, why would I wanna fuck that tried old pussy when I can fuck Annabel?" "Like I said, you should have a back up plan. You want your own private fuck toy? Rebecca's you're whore." "`Aiight, say I believe you, how I know it's true and she'll do whateva we say? If she tells Mista Johnson he'll have my nuts in a sling!" "Don't worry about him. She won't tell him. She's kept it a secret for over 30 years and she won't dare risk him finding out now." "Lord it must be a whopper." "Before I tell you, I want you to promise me that you'll act on this, you know make her suck your big black cock and let you and the others fuck her whenever you want to. Hell, there are a few rug rats that live around the farm that will come sniffing around here looking for pussy so let them have some too!" "I'm sure she ain't gunna let no one touch her, let alone fuck `er." "She will if you threaten to tell Melvin that his daughter isn't really his daughter." He looked at me with furrowed brows. "Whacha mean?" "Linda, his golden child, isn't his daughter. Rebecca fucked some vacuum cleaner salesman one day and got knocked up. She had the kid and told the old man it was his. The old fucker raised someone else's kid." "No fuckin' way! You're shittin' me." "No I'm not. Just drop the name Nelson Meadows and watch as the blood drains from her face. Tell her you have proof and that you'll go to her husband unless she does what you tell her. She'll spread her legs out like a Thanksgiving turkey in no time, I promise you." He shook his head grinning. "Maybe so, but like I said why would I want her when we gots Annabel willing to drain my balls anytime I want?" "Just keep the information handy, you may need it someday." "Let's git," the old man called out to Jimbo. He turned to wave and gave me a quick glance before leaving. I chucked to myself thinking of what was in store for the old bitch. That will teach her to cross me. Packed and ready to go I sat in the car for almost an hour and there was still no sign of Annabel. What was keeping her? Going to her window I noticed she was stilling on her bed wringing her hands together. "What's wrong?" "I don't know `bout this no more, Jake," she said not looking at me. Shit, don't tell me she's changed her mind! "What do you mean?" I asked crawling into her window. "Baby we've got this all planned out. I love you and I need you. I won't be able to survive without you." "I know, Jake, but I'm scared." "Scared? What do you have to be scared about?" "Goin' so far away from the farm and I don't know nuttin' `bout where we're going." "Annabel please," I begged getting down on one knee. All my plans revolve around her living with me and supporting me until she's totally used up. If she backs out now I'm screwed. "You're just nervous about leaving, that's understandable," I said kissing the back of her hand. "But you know what? I have just what you need to feel better," I added digging out a crack rock. "Why don't you fire this up and relax. It's exactly what you need." I only had a couple left. I knew she had one rock this morning and she probably already smoked it so she should be feeling the early withdraws. She took it, dropped it into the opening and reached for the lighter. I stepped back as I didn't want to be inhaling the fumes, that shit will fuck you up big time. Seconds after the first puff of smoke penetrated her lungs she closed her eyes and began to relax. "There, you see, that really hit the spot, huh?" She moaned, the sides of her mouth creasing from a big smile. Locking her door, I keep and nervous eye out for Rebecca expecting her to come banging on it at any moment. She wouldn't be able to see my car from the house unless she went outside for something. "Where's your money?" I asked opening a few drawers. "Why?" she asked after taking another hit. "I think it will be better if I kept all of our money together, so it doesn't get lost. She was wearing a thin summer dress and pulled a few wadded bills out from the front pocket. "Here," she said finishing the last of her drug. I counted it. "Twenty-six dollars? That's it? That's all the money you have?" She nodded. Digging through her drawers I found a woman's wedding band made of 18 carat gold. That has to be worth something. "That's my momma's ring," she informed me. "Really? We'll I guess she won't mind if we take it then, right?" "I dunno. My father gave it to her." "Your father? Isn't that interesting?" I said slipping it into my pocket. "Do you have *anything* else of value? We're going to need all the money we can get once we get to St. Louis. She stood and had to brace herself as she nearly toppled over. She giggled as I caught her arm. "Whoa," she mumbled falling back onto the bed. "Annabel come on, stop playing around, we need to leave." "I'm ready." "I want you to change. I don't like that dress you're wearing." She looked down at it. "What's wrong with it?" "For one thing it's old and faded and the flower pattern really sucks. Let me find something else for you. Going through her closet didn't yield much. She had only one pair of shorts and the rest was dresses and long skirts. Grabbing a black, knee-high skirt and silk shirt I tossed it on the bed. "Put this on," I said reaching down to unbutton her dress. "I ain't `sposed wear this blouse. Grammy says you can see my bra through it." "Don't worry about it, Annabel, no one will see your bra through it `cause you won't be wearing one." "HUH? What did you say?" "Just put the damned thing on, Annabel! We really need to leave or risk getting caught. Leisurely she removed her clothes, leaving on her bra and panties. "They come off too," I said reaching over to snap her bra strap. She softly yelped. It took longer than I wanted to get her dressed and out the window, but soon we were sitting in the car with my hands shaking. I could technically be charged with kidnapping and a whole host of other charges so I really needed to get moving. It took some gentle persuasion to convince her to remove her panties and she insisted on bringing them along just in case, but as I tossed her things into the trunk I made sure both bras and the handful of panties were kicked under the car. She won't know they're gone until we get to where we're going. I had less than an eighth of a tank of gas, not nearly enough to make it home. Pulling into the gas station I met up with Eric the other day I stopped next to the pump and shut off the engine. It looks a lot different in the day light. I noticed some middle-aged guy using a push broom to sweep the front walk way and a crazy thought crossed my mind. She's going to be earning her keep so why not start now? "You see that guy over there?" I asked her pointing toward the fortyish-looking man. "Yea." "I want you to go to him and tell him we need gas and we're out of money and you want to make a trade with him." "A trade? You're not talkin' `bout my momma's ring are you?" "No, not the ring, something a little more special," I said patting her bare thigh. It took a moment to dawn on her but I knew she finally got it when her eyes bulged open. "JAKE! YOU DON'T MEAN..." "First offer a blow job for a tank of gas and if he says no, kick it up to a fuck." "JAKE I CAN'T DO THAT!" "Sure you can. I can't even guess how many blow jobs you've given of the past few months and god knows how many times you've had a cock in your pussy so it's no big deal." "Jake please. Just use the money Paw-Paw gave you." "We'll need that in St. Louis to get an apartment." "What about my money? Isn't that enough?" "Like I said, we'll need a lot of money once we get to St. Louis so we need to keep all that we have. Come on Annabel, stop being such a baby, it's no big deal. Just do it and get it over with so we can get going and start our lives together. You, me and our baby." "Jake..." "Annabel, I'm not asking! It's time you realize what your role is in our relationship. We need money and you have the means of making it for us. Do it for us and our baby. Without a good start, the baby won't stand a chance and we'll be living out on the streets. Is that what you want?" She turned to look out the window. I needed a different approach. "I know what you need." I told her reaching into my pocket. I had three rocks left and it had been over an hour since her last hit. "Here, take this." Turning toward me she stared at the small crystal, lightly licking her lips. She reached for it. "Not so fast," I said enclosing it into my palm. "Remember how expensive I said this is. I don't have the money to support your addiction *AND* support our family. You're going to have to help out, understand? Her intense stare at my hand never faded. Slowly she nodded. I smiled. "Here, take this one but remember that I only have two left so make them last," I said opening my palm for her to take it. She snatched it quicker than the attack of a trapdoor spider capturing its insect pray. Handing her the pipe and lighter I got out of the car, as I didn't want to smell the fumes. Even the second-hand smoke is pretty potent and I didn't need the trouble. Leaning against the trunk I reached for the gas hose, flipping the handle before shoving the nozzle into the tank. The shopkeeper noticed me at the pump and went inside. He was probably working alone or someone else would have started the pump. From behind the counter he looked out to me but didn't activate the pump. Walking around to the passenger side I tapped on the window. Annabel was in her own little world, savoring the sensation of the crack and didn't notice me knocking the first time. Slowly she turned toward me, her eyes nearly black from her dilated pupils. She rolled the window down. "You're on," I said opening the door. I knew she was fucked up and would do whatever I said. "Remember, blowjob first and if that's not good enough, offer him pussy. We need to fill up and see if you can get a six pack of Bud out of him too." "Bud? What's that?" she asked trying to focus on my face "You've never heard of Bud? It's short for Budweiser, its beer, stupid!" "I AIN'T STUPID!" She slurred with a hurt expression. I knew that I'd better do some back paddling or risk her changing her mind about coming with me. Now wasn't the time to push her away, they'll be time for that later. "I'm sorry, Annabel, you're right, I didn't mean that. Of course you don't know what Bud is, you've never had any. Do you forgive me?" I asked in my sweetest voice with a big smile. I need to stay focused and on track. "Do you?" I asked again reaching into the car for her hand and kissing the back of it. She smiled back. "I don't think I can get any beer, Jake, I ain't old `nuff." "Annabel, he's about to fuck an underage whore so trust me, he'll be willing to let loose a six pack." "Jake, I ain't never done nuttin' like this `fore, I'm scared." "There's nothing to be afraid of, Sweet Cheeks, you'll do fine. Just think of him as one of the neighborhood boys, or one of the farm hands or one of my friends. Hell, think of him as me if that makes it easier for you, but whatever you do, get your ass in there and seal the deal, understand? We don't have a lot of time. If your grandparents discover you missing, they'll be looking for you, so get that sexy little ass in there and do the do, okay?" Tugging on her hand I pulled her upright, catching her as she lost her balance. "Do me proud," I added swatting her ass as I propelled her forward. Watching her meandering toward the building I smiled at the thought of my little cash machine getting her official start as a whore. All the other guys she's fucked so far have been freebies but this one is her first paying gig. I felt my cock swell. Suddenly she stopped and turned to face me, her face cringing. "What's the problem?" I shouted. "I, um, I..." "Annabel we've already gone over this, now GO!" I growled, stressing my final word, feeling the muscles in my jaw tighten. She needs a crash course of following my orders without question. Perhaps a day or two without her crack will help her see the light. Turning she resumed her course inside. I returned to the gas tank and waited for him to authorize the pump. It was hard to see what was going on inside as the windows were tinted, but I could see her standing at the counter with the man who had just moments before had been sweeping on the other side. He looked my way briefly before turning his attention back to Annabel. "Come on Annabel, seal the deal, seal the deal!" I mumbled praying that this guy isn't some goody two-shoes and call the cops. That's all I need to add to my problems. I could feel the sweat running down my face and the back of my shirt was drenched with perspiration. Not all of it was from the heat. Suddenly the gas pump whined before the previous purchase price changed to all zeros. I heaved a sigh of relief. Still watching what was going on, the attendant went around the counter, turned the `closed' sign around and locked the door. Seconds later he and Annabel disappeared toward the back of the store. "Hook, line and sinker," I said aloud with a smile. "I hope she remembers the beer." It took thirty-four dollars to fill my tank and I had just pulled the nozzle from my car when I heard someone pulling into the parking lot. Turning I saw a faded red 1950's Ford pickup truck that had seen better days. Dust blanketed the vehicle and only a small area on the windshield was semi clean. I watched as it pulled to the island on the opposite side of the pumps. Even standing next to it I couldn't tell who was driving as it was so dirty. Suddenly the door squeaked open and a tall, older black man exited, looking at me with suspicion. "How's it going?" I asked trying to be friendly. He continued staring silently, reaching for the handle on the gas pump, not blinking once. That was pretty creepy. "Ain't seen you `fore," he finally spoke, giving me the once over. "Just passing through," I replied leaning against the trunk to wait for Annabel to finish. "Come on, Pete, turn on the pump," the stranger called out, not really loud enough to be heard inside the store, but loud enough to startle me. My nerves were already on edge so it didn't take much. Another minute passed before he stepped out from behind the pump, waving his arms above his head as if he was signaling an airplane. "Maybe he's busy," I told him suppressing my laughter. "Naw, Pete ain't never busy," he said not looking my way. "PETE!" he yelled much louder than before. I could hear a dog bark in the background and looked around to see if he drew attention from anyone. There weren't many houses around, but a couple was a few hundred yards away. "Come on Annabel, hurry your ass up and let's go!" I mumbled under my breath. This was taking much longer than I wanted. Suddenly the gas pump whined and the tall black man smiled. "`Bout time," he said returning to his truck. Turning my attention to the store I noticed Annabel standing just inside the door waiting. "What the fuck?!" I growled wanting her to get her ass outside so we could leave. Suddenly the shopkeeper came up behind her, unlocked the door and flipped the open sign around. He handed her a brown paper bag before pushing the door open for her. I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally it's over and we can get on our way. This was much more stressful than I expected. Smiling I approached Annabel, meeting her about half way and took the bag of beer from her. That guy was lucky that he could fuck one of the prettiest girls around for about forty bucks, not a deal he could pass up. Putting my hand on the small of her back, I pushed her toward the car, doubling her pace so that we could leave quicker. "Annabel?" the older black man said peering from behind the gas pump. "Hi Mr. Cramer," she replied giving him a slight grin. Oh god no, please don't be the Cramer who lives behind the farm! "Whatcha you doin' here? Where your grandpa is?" "He's home," she replied stopping to talk just before reaching the car. "Get in the car, Annabel," I whispered to her. "Whatcha doin' here then? With him? Your grandpa know you out here with him?" SHIT! THIS IS *NOT* HAPPENING! "Yea, he knows," she lied forcing a smile. "I don't think so, Annabel. I knowed you grandpa for over twenty years and I don't thank he want you leaving the farm with someone he don't know." "Get in, Annabel," I repeated pushing on her shoulder. I needed to get away from this shit-hole little town before someone calls the cops. "He knows Jake, Mr. Cramer, he works on the farm and Paw Paw knows we're here." Great, just tell him my name why don't you? Go ahead and give him my address to, you dumb bitch! He looked me up and down for about ten long seconds. "I gotta check on that," he said reaching into his truck. "Annabel what in the fuck are you doing? I said to just get in and stop all this fuckin' around! We need to get out of here, NOW!" Nervously I looked back at him and noticed he was pressing buttons on a cell phone. A CELL PHONE! I didn't think hicks out here even *KNEW* what a cell phone was let alone actually own one! "Great, now we're screwed!" "Mr. Cramer, whatcha doin'?" "Callin' your grandma, I wanna make sure it's okay for you to be here. With him," he added giving me a dirty look. "Go fuck him," I whispered to her. "WHAT?" "You heard me, go fuck him. We can't let him call your grandmother or they'll have half the cops in the county looking for us. We won't get far and they'll split us up. They'll take you away from me and they'll take me away from my baby. You don't want that, right?" "Well no, Jake, but..." "No buts, Annabel, get over there and make him hang up that phone, NOW! Do it before he can tell her anything," I barked, jerking her arm toward the back of the car. "Hurry!" I watched as she slowly made her way closer, looking at me over her shoulder from time to time. I swallowed hard. This will either make or break us and it's up to her to pull this off and up to him to fall for her beauty. "How ya doin' Mrs. Rebecca," I heard him saying as he watched Annabel approaching. "I'm fine, thanks for askin', no, everything's fine the reason why I called was to tell you somethin'. I'm out here at Pete's Feed and Seed and you won't believe who I'm lookin' at right now," he said staring at Annabel like the hen that laid the golden egg. He had that look in his eyes, the one that most men get when they see a pretty girl, even one as young as Annabel. Annabel was standing in front of him, nervously shifting her feet as she gave me one last glance. I barred my teeth, giving her a stern look and watched as she took the next step. With a shaky hand, she reached out and grabbed the bulge in the front of his coveralls. This was such a surprise that he nearly dropped his phone and immediately stopped talking. I held my breath. I knew this situation was going to develop very quickly over the next few minutes but wasn't sure how it would turn out. Either I would get off scot-free and have my whore to take with me or I'd spend the next twenty years behind bars. The turn of events rested solely on what Cramer did next. "Uh... yea, um, I'm sorry, Mrs. Rebecca, I dropped my phone," he said returning the cell to his ear. A promising result was that he didn't try to remove her hand and she began rubbing and squeezing his manhood. "I'm sorry, what was I sayin'?" he asked not taking his eyes away from her hand stroking the front of his pants. "Oh, yes, who I'm lookin' at," he repeated glancing my way. My eyes focused downward, watching her hand manipulating his cock like a Bangkok bar whore as he stuttered is way through the conversation. It didn't take long before the knot began to snake down the side of his leg and her hand followed the contour. "Um, you `memba Ethan Tinsley, don't you?" he muttered clearly distracted by Annabel. "No? His family used to own the farm next to me but the bank took it a few years ago," he added closing his eyes as her administering overcame his senses. With weakened legs, he held onto the side of the truck for support. He mumbled something before quickly closing his phone. "Annabel, whatcha doin' girl?" he asked suddenly acting surprised that she fondling his cock. "I want you to fuck me," she blatantly informed him, even bending over to bite his cock through the rough jean material. By this time it was at full staff and actually tented his pants for the full length. He was definitely very hard and very well hung, second only to Jimbo. He looked at me before returning his attention to her. "What's this all `bout?" "You know you want to fuck her so go ahead, she loves to fuck, don't you Annabel?" I chimed in moving around to the driver's side of the car. "Girl, you too young, whatcha even know `bout them things?" "You'd be surprised, she's probably fucked more than you have and she's even fucked your sons!" "WHAT? You been messin' with my boys?" he asked her pulling her face away from his crotch. There were two large wet spots in front, one from her saliva and the other from the pre-come he was leaking. "She sure has and not just your boys, *ALL* the boys in the neighborhood and all the workers on the farm. Hell, she's such a slut that she even asked me to invite a few friends of mine over to fuck her too, isn't that right Annabel?" She knew better than to contradict me and nodded in agreement. "Do you want to know why Pete didn't turn on the pump when you first got here? It's because he was in back fucking her brains out. The little slut was so horny that she went after him like a bitch in heat, isn't that right Annabel?" That wasn't exactly how it went down but he didn't need to know that. I could see her face turning red as she was embarrassed by what I said. "That true?" he asked lifting her chin to look into her bright blue eyes. I could only see the profile of her face and couldn't see her expression, but I knew she'd do the right thing. It took several long seconds before she finally nodded. I felt relieved. He could still call the cops if he thinks she's a young innocent girl being exploited but if he thinks she's a slutty whore passing around pussy like the business cards of a used car salesman, he might just jump on the band wagon and fuck the shit out of her with that huge weapon of his. The handle clicked, signaling his tank was full, breaking the tension. I was still nervous about the situation and would only feel better if he agreed to fuck her for his silence. I watched as he returned The handle to the pump and screwed the cap back on. "Go ahead and fuck her, she's loves it, especially big black cock, isn't that right?" Slowly she nodded. I held my breath waiting for his next move. Reaching out, he tweaked her budding nipple, twisting the pebble-sized bulge in the front of her thin shirt. He no longer paid attention to me as he leaned forward, sliding his hand up her legs under her skirt. "You ain't wearin' no panties!" he exclaimed shocked that she was naked under her skirt. Standing before him she allowed him to molest her, playing with her hairless pussy and squeezing her budding tits. "Damn you wet girl," he added pulling his hand away to examine it. A milky slime coated his fingers and instinctively he brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. "That cum?" he asked jerking his hand away from his face. "I told you she was a slut," I reiterated. "Her pussy's always soaked from all the cum pumped into it," I added with a smile. If that doesn't convince him to fuck her, nothing will. Wiping his cum coated fingers on her silk blouse, he began to unbutton her shirt right there. I was shocked that he'd do that out in the open like that. Even I wouldn't try such a thing, especially with jail-bait. Pushing open her blouse, he bent over and began sucking her fleshy little titties. I remember the first time I did that and felt my cock surge from the memory. In one quick swoop he lifted her from the ground, swung her around and tossed her into the front of his truck as if he was loading a bag of grain. Unhooking the coveralls on his shoulders he tossed the buckles over his back and unbuttoned the sides, wiggling them down just a little before climbing into the truck with Annabel. I smiled. I had him hook, line and sinker. Old man Cramer was too tall to fit inside the truck and left the door open as he fucked into her. The overalls had slipped to his thighs, exposing his round black ass as he pumped up and down on top of her. Annabel's slender white legs flanked either side of his hips and her pale bony arms barely covered his wide back. He repeatedly thrust into her, rocking the old Ford back and forth like a dinghy moored in Lake Pontchartrain during Hurricane Katrina. The rusted body squeaked and groaned, unaccustomed to such harsh treatment and I figured the suspension would give out at any moment. I was so caught up in watching the much larger black man fucking such a small white girl that I didn't notice when another vehicle pulled into the lot, driving right behind me. I jump as the horn blew, causing me to lose my balance. Grabbing the trunk, I steadied myself before giving the driver a dirty look. The huge grin on his face told me he thought it was funny and I nearly flipped him off. My better judgment took over as I wasn't out of the water yet. The driver lowered his window. "Pull up so I can get some gas," he called out. I noticed that I was pretty much blocking the entire side of the gas island and gave him a friendly wavy as I pulled to the next pump. He pulled further in before getting out. My first reaction was worry as the noisy, jostling truck on the other side of the island might get his attention. Fortunately the pump was blocking his view of the old truck as he hopped out and said something to the passenger. "No more than fifty, understand?" he called out from half way to the store. The passenger got out and headed around the front of the truck, bringing the driver's side door of Cramer's truck directly into his line of view. He stopped short and stared into the open truck as the black bubble-butt bounced up and down on the seat. It was time for damage control. Getting out, I approached the guy, maybe a year or two younger than me, with a smile. "What's up?" I asked trying to ignore the whining truck that was holding his attention. He didn't even acknowledge me. Snapping my fingers near his ear he jumped and turned my way, stepping back before cowering in front of their truck. "I said `what's up'?" The fear in his eyes and the look on his face gave me concern. This guy was really large, like middle-line backer size and I began wondering what they fed all these farm boys as most seemed larger than the average population. I couldn't believe he was so frightened and immediately he began humming something and put his hands over his ears as he rocked back and forth where he stood. Damn, this kid's not right. My first thought was autism, but who knows. "Hey man, everything's cool," I said stepping closer. He flinched, backing further against their truck. This guy was much larger than me but seemed as frightened as a six-year-old girl. Something's definitely not right with him. "Don't worry, man, I'm not going to hurt you," I said taking a step backward. I knew an autistic kid when I was younger and he hated to be touched by anyone, including his parents. I decided to just back off. "You want to see what's going on over there?" I asked jerking my head toward the rocking truck. The crazy jostling of the truck was slowing down and I figured the old dude was busting a nut inside of Annabel. It's just as well as I was about ready to leave. "What's your name?" He stared at me for a while. "You've got a name, right?" "Bryan." "Well, Bryan, have you ever fucked a girl before?" He must have thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard because he started giggling like a school girl. "You know what that is, right?" He nodded, glancing toward the old pickup. "Have you?" Looking down he slowly shook his head. I figured this was a good opportunity to help each other out. He'll probably never get laid and I could use a few more bucks. "What's your friend's name?" "He ain't my friend," he replied, still not making eye contact with me. "He's my brother." "What's his name?" "Bobby." "Has Bobby ever fucked a girl before? She'll fuck both of you for a hundred, but you'll have to fuck her at the same time. We're on a tight schedule." He looked back at the truck and movement caught my attention. Old man Cramer was backing out of the truck, pulling his coveralls up as he stood. I could see Annabel beyond him buttoning her shirt. I guess Cramer just got paid the interest on the money he loaned the old man. Her skirt was hiked up above her waist, exposing her lower half to anyone looking and big Bryan was sure getting an eyeful. Being a gentleman, Cramer extended his hand to help her out, adjusting her skirt as she stood. Even from fifteen feet away I could see the glistening gel seeping from her reddened slit. That hole's been worked hard the past few weeks. Reaching for a red towel in his back pocket he wiped his face before leaning over to whisper something to Annabel then patted her on the ass, before brushing past me on his way to the store. Bobby was coming out carrying a large bag on his shoulder yelling at Bryan about him not pumping the gas yet. Bryan was lost in his own little world staring at Annabel. She was probably the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Hell, she's probably the *only* girl he's seen. "What's goin' on, Bryan?" he yelled from just on the other side of the truck. "Why ain'tcha pumpin' the gas? Paw's waitin' for us and we gotta get back." "Hey, man, what's up?" I asked stepping into his path with my hand extended. "You're Bobby, right?" "Yea, what's it to you?" "I'm Jake and I was just talking to Bryan about a special deal we're running," I said pulling Annabel closer to me. "Whatcha talkin' `bout?" "Bryan told me he's still a virgin and I'm willing to let my girl bust his cherry. For a small fee of course." Bobby looked at me before giving Annabel the once over. Then he looked at his brother. "She'll fuck you too for a little more. Think of it as buy one get one free." His eyes were focused powerfully on Annabel and I could tell he was considering it. "How much?" Wow, that was easy. "Both of you for a hundred. Best deal around. Look at how beautiful she is. You're not going to find grade A meat like this anywhere for less," I said squeezing her left nipple through the thin fabric. He continued looking her up and down. "I ain't got that much." "How much do you have?" "We're `posed to get gas and a big bag of dog food. I done paid for it so I ain't got but a few dollars. "Well he hasn't pumped the gas yet and you can return the dog food. That will give you a few bucks more. How much did you have?" "Eighty." "Plus a little more, right?" "Naw, I only had eighty." "Alright, she'll fuck you both for eighty so go get the money back." "What am I `posed to tell my paw?" "Tell him when you got here you couldn't find it. You must have lost it." I could tell he was thinking about it as his stare was very intense. Bending down I whispered into Annabel's ear. "Show them your tits." She looked up at me surprised but didn't say anything. "Go on; let them see what they're getting." Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt, spreading it open to expose her breasts. I thought Bryan's eyes were going to pop right out of his skull as he gawked at her. Bobby was taken back as well. Either he's a virgin too or hasn't had much experience. "What do you say, guys? Are you winners or are you wimps?" "I ain't no wimp!" Bobby spat out taking a step toward me. "Take it easy, man; it's just an old expression. We don't have a lot of time so you need to decide now if you're going to fuck her or not. We've got places to be soon." He broke his stare from Annabel and turned to his brother for a few seconds. "Just get your money back and I'll get it all set up." "I dunno." "Man, you're not going to find a girl this hot willing to fuck both of you for only eighty dollars. That's only forty apiece! Think of your brother, do you really think he's ever going to get laid? This is a once in a lifetime chance for him, don't disappoint him. Just look at the way he's looking at her, he really wants to fuck her and I can tell you do too." "She is very pretty." "Well there you go, the decisions been made, take the food back in and get the eighty dollars back. Tell your dad when you got here you realized that you didn't have it. He'll give you more money and you'll get a great fuck. Everybody wins!" I held my breath for a very uncomfortable moment before he mumbled something and left toward the store. I sighed deeply. About this time Cramer was coming out of the store and passed Bobby about ten feet from the building. I smiled at the irony. Not only were they passing each other physically, they were passing the same pussy from one to another. I looked at my watch. We had a few hours to kill but I didn't want to hang around here for very much longer. Cramer smiled at Annabel as he passed and quickly drove off. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure that he wouldn't call her grandparents but I had to assume that he wouldn't. I watched the old pickup pull away and turn back onto the road. "Can you drive?" I asked Bryan as he continued staring at Annabel. I had to repeat the question a little louder to get a response. He shook his head. "A little. I ain't allowed to drive on the road `cause I ain't got no license or nuttin'." I didn't want to take the chance of this moron wrecking my only mode of transportation but knew that we couldn't stay at the pumps to conduct our business. "I'm going to pull my car out of the way and I want you to drive the truck to the side of the building over there," I said pointing to the left corner of the store. I'll park next to you and send my girl over when Bobby gets back with the money." He had hardly moved the truck five feet before Bobby came running out, telling him to stop. Getting into the driver's seat, Bryan slid out of the way as he pulled forward, mouthing something to his kid brother. He parked in the last stall, not exactly where I wanted him as he was still too visible to the traffic, but I didn't really care, I just wanted to make a few bucks and get the hell out of Dodge. "Let's go," I said turning the car off. I backed into the stall next to them and walked around the front of the car to meet them. They were both sitting in the truck discussing something, probably trying to convince each other to go through with it. "Here she is," I said bringing her to the front of me. "Do you have my money?" Bobby took one last long look at her before reaching his hand over Bryan to hand me some bills. Three twenties, a ten, a five, four ones and a handful of change. That's what he gave me. The stupid hick couldn't even ask for the bills that he paid with. "Okay, Annabel, you're up," I said opening the passenger side door. She squeezed my hand and gave me this lost little puppy look. "Just do it, okay?" I added giving her a slight push. Returning to my car I popped open a Bud and took the edge off. Their truck was much higher than my car so I wasn't able to see what they were doing but every once in a while I'd see either Bryan's head or back as he repositioned himself. Not many cars passed as I finished my beer and reached for another. It was getting warm but I drank it anyway. Halfway through my second beer a car pulled in, parking two stalls away from me. A couple in their twenties got out and went into the store. Moments later a late eighties blue F-150 pulled to the pumps and middle-aged man pumped gas while his son, about ten-years-old, went into the store to pay. I checked my watch and realized the brothers had been fucking Annabel for almost half an hour already. Their time was up, I didn't intend on giving them more than twenty minutes to fuck her. The couple left and the boy returned to his father. I opened my door and waited for the truck to leave before going to the brothers. Bobby was between her widely spread legs pumping up and down like an oil well while Bryan was hunched over her with his cock inside of her mouth. His feet were on the floorboard and his back and top of his head was smashed against the roof. "Time's up, guys," I called into the opened window. Bryan's sweaty face turned to look at me briefly before returning to the matter at hand. Pulling his fat, bulbous cock from her mouth he began jerking off, his fingers just a blur as they flew back and forth. Bobby doubled his efforts inside of her pussy. I was surprised that she went so willingly and hasn't really complained much about what I was having her do. I guess being a whore runs in her family. A loud exhaust and clanging sound turned my attention to the road as a large dump truck pulled into the parking lot and stopped at the pumps. It was filthy, as most cars are in this area, but it wasn't just dust. The fade sign on the door was hard to read but I could make out one of the words very clearly, manure. The guy is a shit salesman and even from fifty feet away I could smell the horse shit. Or maybe it was cow shit, but either way, it rally reeked. Stepping out of the cab was the biggest bubba I'd ever seen. A country bumpkin to the max, right down to the Peterbilt ball cap. His dirty tee-shirt was stretched like a bass drum over his fat gut, which sagged down below his rounded belt buckle. His jeans were covered in shit and I was pretty sure his brown shoes weren't naturally brown. I wrinkled my nose from the pudgiest stench I'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Damn how could anyone stand to smell that shit day after day like that? "I'll bet the guy isn't married," I muttered to myself wondering what kind of woman would be attracted to such a fat filthy pig, especially smelling like that. I was still staring at the slob when Annabel slid out of the truck, crawling over Bryan as she left. Her blouse was open and she was naked from the waist down. Her skirt came flying out the truck as Bobby tossed it to her. Her pussy was drooling white slime like a festered infection as she struggled to step back into her clothes. A thick wad dripped from her battered hole, plopping to the ground. I turned back to the shit farmer with a smile. I'm sure he could use some loving and would be willing to pay a little more due to his, uh, condition. "Wait here," I told Annabel, "don't go anywhere, understand?" I made my way to the pumps. Bobby started their truck, backed out of the stall, before pulling forward around the back of the building to leave. I had just made it to the dump truck as the brothers pulled out onto the road. The guy really stank and I had to stand about ten feet away to talk to him. The concentrated odor of a dump truck load of cow and horse shit was over powering. "How's it going?" I asked drawing his attention away from the pump display. I could almost see myself in his mirrored sunglasses, but wasn't quite close enough. "Fine," came his mumbled reply. His badly chewed toothpick dangled from his chapped lips like a skinny cigarette, threatening to drop at any moment. "Are you looking for some company? I asked with a smile. His hand released the handle, stopping the flow of gas into the large, external tank. "You ain't my type," he said looking at me over the aviator glasses. "No, not me," I retorted with a chuckle. "I'm talking about that sweet little honey standing all alone over by that car," I said pointing out Annabel, not that I really needed to as my car was the only one in the lot. "Wouldn't you like to get a piece of that?" Sliding his reflective glasses to the edge of his nose he ogled Annabel over the frame for about fifteen seconds. "Sweet little thing, huh?" "She sure is, mighty sweet indeed," he said smiling, exposing his dingy, stained teeth and missing front tooth. For a brief moment I reconsidered pimping her out to this guy. He had to be the worst of the worse but then I figured that this could be a test for her. If she fucked this guy she'd fuck anyone and if she refused, I'd know her limits but I'd also have to reevaluate my level of control I had over her. "How much?" he finally asked releasing the pump handle as it filled the tank. I'd been selling her pussy pretty cheap, trying to get her used to her new profession and trying to get some fast cash. It's all about supply and demand. The lower the price, the higher the demand but this guy was a special case. "Two hundred," I blurted out not even sure he had that much money. I guess if he didn't then Annabel would be saved from having to fuck him because I wasn't going to give away her pussy to this creep for less. I was sure he was very used to paying for sex anyway. "Aiight," he said spitting out his toothpick. "I gotta get some more money from the ATM inside, but I'll pay that for that sweet little thang." I was both shocked that he agreed so quickly and that he actually had that much money to spare. "I'll send her over," I said walking away to join her at my car as he returned the handle to the pump. Like a well trained circus animal she was waiting for me in the exact spot that I left her. She had redressed and was resting against the side of the car. A small white puddle was pooling between her feet and I smiled when I noticed she had buttoned her shirt wrong, starting one hole off. "See that guy over there?" I asked motioning with my jaw to the fat slob. She nodded. "He's paying us a lot of money so go make him happy," I said not fully explaining myself but figured she'd get the idea. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Go and fuck him, Annabel, jeeze, do I have to spell everything out to you?" "Jake, I..." "Annabel, don't start your shit again, understand? I already explained this to you. We're going to need a lot of money to make it and right now we don't have shit!" "We got the money my paw-paw gave you and my money and the money from those two guys I just... uh, I was just with." "Yea and all that is only about $1100. That's not even enough to get an apartment. We'll need first and last month, which will be at least two grand and what about food? We'll have to eat, right? And gas for the car and insurance and all kind of other things. You'll need clothes and I've got my college expenses to worry about." "I thought your folks paid for your college." "They used to but not anymore. My dad owes me some money but he doesn't want to pay me so we're going to pay him a little visit once we leave here to collect it." "How much does he owe you?" "Enough to set us up for a very long time. In fact neither of us will have to worry about money." About this time the lard-ass was leaving the store, staring our way as he walked. "He's so fat. And ugly." "Just do it this one time Annabel and I promise you I won't ask you to do this again." She looked at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Promise?" "I promise, Sweetheart, after this guy I won't ask you to do this again." She smiled, walking around me on her way to the shit farmer. "Get the money," I called out to her. "Two hundred!" She's got the spirit, but once that smell hits her, I hope she can follow through with it. Sitting on the hood of the car I watched as she approached, stopping dead in her tracks about fifteen feet away. Turning around she looked at me with a sour expression, her nose wrinkled. Using my hands I `shooed' her along. I got to hand it to her, she's a real trooper. I couldn't stand being within ten feet from that smell and she's right up on it, talking to the porker almost face to face. Seconds later he was helping her up into the dump truck. I could only see his upper back and his head and watched until he leaned forward, disappearing from my sight. Sitting in the car I reached for a beer. It was warm but I popped it open anyway. I was too far away to see if the huge truck was rocking, but I was sure with his massive bulk, he was fucking her pretty good. I turned on the radio, fired up a joint and leaned back, resting my head. I felt so relaxed and mellow that I nearly fell asleep. I probably would have if the tapping on my side window hadn't roused me from my slumber. My eyes flew open as I realized where I was and what was going on. Jerking my head to the window I saw the store clerk standing outside my car nervously looking back and forth between me and the dump truck. "You can't stay here," he nervously muttered as I rolled the window down. "You need to take her," he said giving a quick look toward the pumps, "and leave." "Yea, I was planning on it as soon as she's finished." "You can't be doing that stuff here, you understand me?" he barked finally getting some balls. "That's not what you said a while ago when it was *your* turn to fuck her!" "Well, you've been here long enough. Please leave," he added turning to leave. "And don't come back." "Don't worry; I don't plan on ever coming back to this shit-hole little town!" I blurted out the widow after him. My eyes shot daggers into his back until he returned to the store. That guy has some fucking nerve! First he fucks her and then tells me to get her out of here now that he's finished with her. He's got some nerve. Checking my watch I saw that fat-ass had been fucking Annabel for about twenty minutes now and his time was up. Even though he paid a lot more than the brothers, there's only so long I'm willing to wait for him to fuck her. Starting the car I drove to the pumps and blew the horn. The shirt farmer raised up and looked out the window. "Your time's up!" I shouted, leaning over the seat to see him. "Five more minutes!" he called back. "Two and you'd better have her sitting in my car in two minutes, understand?" He didn't reply but quickly disappeared inside of the big truck. I turned the car off, no sense in wasting gas. True to this word in exactly two minutes and twenty seconds she was sliding down the driver's side onto the step before jumping to the ground. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her skirt was riding up all the way to her hips, exposing everything she had. It seems her modesty was eroding away. I started the car as she stepped through the pump island and climbed into the car. "OH HELL NO!" I screamed as the stench of horse shit quickly filled the car. "Go into the store and clean up, you're not getting in here smelling like that!" "Jake, I don't want to go back in there. Can we just go?" "No Annabel, you stink so get the fuck in there and wash up. I'm not going anywhere with you smelling like that!" "What if he won't let me?" "He just fucked you about an hour ago so he won't tell you no, trust me. Now get out of the car, I can't stand to smell you!" I said reaching over to pull the handle before giving her a shove. Reaching into the paper bag I took out the other three cans of beer. "Tell him to swap these for cold ones." The shit farmer started his truck and began pulling away, blowing the horn as he drove off. I pulled to the front of the store and rolled all the windows down. Even after she left I could still smell the shit. She was gone for several minutes and I began to think the horny old fart was trying to get into her pants again. The only assurance I had was the open sign was still showing and I hadn't seen him lock the door. An older model black Cadillac pulled in, parking next to me. Two black guys about my age got out from either side and went into the store. I smiled thinking how much both Annabel and the shopkeeper would freak out if I pimped her to these guys. It was a noble thought but I knew that I couldn't sell her to anyone smelling the way she did and I was sure that she wouldn't be able to completely get that odor off in a bathroom sink. She quickly exited the store, making a bee-line for my car in a very fast pace. Jerking the door open she slid in, slamming her door. "Let's go," she said staring into the store. "What's going on? Where's my beer?" "I don't wanna talk `bout it." "I don't care if you want to talk about it or not, you're going to tell me what happened." She remained silent for about a minute. "Can we leave now?" "Not until you tell me what happened." She swallowed hard, not taking her eyes off of the store's double glass doors. "One of those guys in there said something mean to me and asked me if I was a whore." "What did you tell him?" "I told him no!" "Why did you lie?" "I din't lie. I ain't no whore!" "Annabel you just fucked a three hundred pound shit farmer for $200, you're a whore." She started to say something but the two black guys left the store, making eye contact with her. She turned away, looking out my window to avoid having to see them. "Roll your window down and say hi," I said placing my hand on her left knee. "JAKE NO! PLEASE LET'S GO!" The guys were smiling at her but she wouldn't look their way. She still smelled like cow shit and her clothes were stained with it. They probably wouldn't have minded fucking her like that, but it was getting late and I had bigger fish to fry. Besides the store owner was standing at the window watching us. Not that he'd really do anything but I didn't need any shit from him. Starting the car I pulled out, spinning my tires as we left. Annabel turned in her seat to watch the two guys slowly disappear from sight. "We could have made another eighty bucks you know," I said watching as she played with her hands on her lap. "It's not too much to ask is it?" "You said you wouldn't ask me to do that no more." "You're right, fair enough. Where's the money from the last guy?" "What do you mean?" "The shit guy, where's the money he paid you? Two hundred dollars, remember I told you to get it?" "I, uh, I'm sorry, Jake, I was nervous and I forgot." "YOU FORGOT!?!?! Are you fucking kidding me? You forgot to get the money from your biggest customer yet?" I was too angry to smile at the irony of my question. I slammed on the brakes, skidding as I turned to the shoulder and turned around. "Whatcha doin'?" she screamed grabbing the central console for support as I made a fast U turn. Gaining control of the car, I floored it, pushing the old V-8 as hard as I could. "We're going back to that store and you're going to fuck those two black guys and anyone else I tell you to until you pay me the two hundred dollars you gave away!" "Jake, no, please, I don't like them. I don't like the way they looked at me!" "I don't give a fuck, bitch! You should have thought of that before you lost my money!" She sat in silence until the store came into view. The old Cady was just pulling out of the parking lot and I could hear her exhale. She thought she was off the hook. She was wrong. Pulling behind the car I blew the horn and flashed my lights. They slowed and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. I parked behind them and got out. "You guys like my girl?" I asked as the driver lowered his window. "She's pretty, I guess," the driver said looking into her rear-view mirror. "You can both fuck her for $80." "How `bout forty?" "Sixty and that's my lowest offer." "Alright." I waved to Annabel who was still sitting wide-eyed in the front seat. She knew I was pissed and wouldn't dare cross me. She remained in the car. Another wave and a stern stare brought her out of the vehicle and timidly walking toward me. The two black guys got out of the car. "Take off your clothes," I instructed, moving around to join her between the cars. "WHAT?! Jake I can't do that here! Not outside like this!" "Look around, Annabel, there isn't another car or house within miles. I won't ask you again, show the guys what they're getting!" Slowly she did what I told her, staring with her blouse. The guys stared at her with more intensity than I'd ever seen before. She left her unbuttoned shirt dangling from her body as she pulled down the skirt, stepping out of it. One of the guys whistled. "Now watch and learn," I said turning to the driver. "Time to pay up." The guy dug into his front pockets to pull out two wrinkled twenties and a five dollar bill. "How much you got?" he asked the passenger standing on the opposite side of the car. He pulled out several ones before handing them over the roof. Straightening the bills he handed them to me. All $53 of it. "The deal is for sixty." "Here," he said reaching into the car to pull out a sandwich baggy of dried greenery. "Top grade shit," he added with a smile. Opening the bag I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of what I knew was potent weed. It was at least a dime bag. "Did you see what I just did, Annabel? I got the money *BEFORE* giving up the pussy. You'd better start doing that too, understand? Now get into the back seat." Staring at the ground she moved forward as the passenger opened the back door and she climbed in. Both followed her inside as I returned to my car and rolled a joint with the grass I just got. He was right, it was some killer shit. Relaxed I leaned back to watch as the back end of the car bounced a steady pace. The windows were too tinted to see what was going on, but I knew they were double-teaming her. About five minutes after I finished the joint the car stopped bouncing but started back up about a minute later. I figured they had changed places. I turned on the radio wishing I had a cold beer about now. Stupid whore lost my money AND my beer. Three songs played before the car really started jumping and I chuckled knowing they were tearing that white pussy up. The fact she was my little sister didn't bother me in the least. She was a cunt and a hole and my sole money maker. St. Louis has a lot of black guys who are going to love that sweet little pussy of hers. The bouncing stopped briefly before resuming. Changing of the guards again. They had been fucking her pretty steady for over twenty minutes and I was ready to go. The back end of their car was still jumping up and down as if it was on hydraulics and I was bored watching it. I blew the horn, letting them know their time was up. Unfortunately there was a tow truck coming down the opposite side of the road and noticed our two parked cars and the fact I blew the horn made him slow down and turn around. I watched in the rear-view mirror as he pulled behind me, turning on his yellow siren lights. He sat for about two minutes before climbing out and coming to the driver's side of my car. I planned on getting rid of him as soon as possible so that I could finish up with business and get the hell out of dodge. "Everythang alright?" he asked as I rolled the window down. "Yea, everything's find." "Ya'll don't need no help or nuttin' do ya'll?" Before I could answer the Cady's driver's side back door swung open and one of the black guys got out, pulling up his pants. Seconds later the other door opened and the much taller black guy got out zipping his pants. The tow truck driver probably thought they were having gay sex back there until Annabel's naked body slithered out the driver's side before reaching in to grab her blouse. Putting it on she looked toward my car and saw the tow truck driver ogling her with his mouth open. "Holy shit! Did what I just see happ'n?" The grimy grease monkey couldn't stop staring as Annabel stood in shock next to the car. Finished, the two black guys quickly got into their car and sped off, throwing rocks our way in their wake. Her unbuttoned shirt drooped from her body like a wet sheet while her soiled skirt rested beside me on the passenger's seat. "She's naked!" the guy finally exclaimed after about two full minutes of ogling her. "She's got a tight little pussy," I said taunting him. "You want to try her out?" "Huh? You serious?" "Yea but it'll cost you for her to make you holler, it you know what I mean." We both stared at her standing naked on the side of the road like a Venus statue. Too bad we weren't on a busier highway as I'd love to see her do that with hundreds of cars passing by. Breaking his gaze for the first time since she emerged from the car he looked down at me. "She's a hooker?" he asked surprised by his own statement. "Yep, one of the best ones in the county. Just wait until you feel how tight and wet her pussy is, you won't last very long inside of her, I guarantee." He turned to her with a lustful stare. "H...how much?" he asked stuttering. "Normally she charges a hundred, but for you only sixty. What'll you say? Big discount for such a hot little honey, huh? She's worth every penny of it and then some." The pregnant pause seemed longer than it actually was but soon he walked back to his truck only to return with a blue bank bag. Digging inside he pulled out three twenties and passed them to me through my window. I smiled. Finally someone who pays the right amount without haggling. "Come on, Honey," he called out to her extending his hand. "I'm next." I had to give a laugh to that. I grinned at her as she passed but she didn't look at me. She knew she fucked up and this was part of her punishment. I watched in the mirror as she walked naked alongside the driver to his tow truck. The door had been left open and he effortlessly picked her up, sliding her into the front seat before climbing in after her. Only three cars passed during the fifteen minutes she was with him. He climbed out of the truck, buckling his pants before helping her down. A fourth car came around the bend and the driver stood blocking her view from the approaching vehicle. I got out with her skirt to get her. "You were right `bout how wet she was, but she ain't very tight," he said matter of factly. Ain't nuttin' special `bout how she fucks neither," he added spitting into a plastic cup. "For sixty dollars what do you expect?" I huffed tossing the skirt to her. She quickly slipped it on, covering her nakedness. He started to climb back into his tow truck. "Hey, can I ask you a question," I began moving closer to see into the cab. "There's a fat guy that sells horse and cow shit, do you know him?" "Sounds like Les. He owns a salvage yard `bout three miles down the road," he said jerking his head slightly southward. "Just follow this road `til you see a worn old sign for scrap metal and manure. Turn down that road. His house is at the end of it." "Thanks, I owe you one," I said stepping away from the truck. "Come on, Annabel, let's go!" I called out rushing to the car. That motherfucker owes me $200 and I plan on collecting, even if I have to take it out of his fat ass! Even though the short trip was the wrong way, I needed to collect my money. No one steals from me and gets away with it. Annabel wouldn't look at me while I drove and the little bitch actually moved slightly away when I put my hand on her leg. "What the fuck is that all about?" I yelled slapping her leg hard enough to leave a red mark. "You promised." "Fuck that shit, Annabel, you fucked up and you know it! I was just trying to get back some of the money that *YOU* lost. It was your fault and you know it so just get over it before you really piss me off!" "Where are we goin'?" "To get my money from that fat son-of-a-bitch." "You know where he's at?" "Yes so when we get there just stay in the car and keep your mouth shut, understand?" She nodded, turning to look out the window. That tow truck driver was spot on as the first thing I saw turning down the small dirt road was that shitty dump truck. I smiled. I had the bastard. I parked far away from the truck but the smell of all that shit was over powering and I nearly gagged a few times. Walking onto the wooden porch I knocked on the door, ready to flay into him the second the door opened. I even had my fist clenched for some odd reason. When the door finally opened I took a step back as a chunky, pimple face teenage boy stood in the doorway. "Uh, is your dad home?" "DAAAAAAADDDD" the obnoxious little dweeb screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly busting my eardrums. "SOMEONE IS HERE TO SEE YOU!" Damn my ears were ringing for several seconds afterward. Almost a minute later he appeared at the door. "Oh shit," he said recognizing me from the store. "I think you forgot to pay me," I said stepping into the threshold. "Michael, go to your room." "What's goin' on, Dad?" the boy asked. "Just go, son." The boy walked away, but I could see that he was still inside the filthy hallway peering around the corner. "You owe me $200." "I, uh, she, um, wasn't what I thought." "I don't care, we agreed on a price and I upheld my end, now it's your turn. Or will I have to take it out in trade?" "Whatcha mean?" "I'm sure I can find *something* around here worth a couple a hundred dollars." "No, that won't be necessary," he said pulling out his wallet and fishing out several twenty dollar bills. I counted the ten of them before shoving them into my pocket. "It's been a business doing pleasure with you," I said with a smile before turning to leave. My job here was finished. "Wait!" he called out but I kept walking. "Will you wait a minute?" he yelled a little louder stepping outside to follow me. I had nothing more to say to him and wanted to get away from the disgusting odor as soon as possible. "What do you want?" I asked turning abruptly to face him. "It's my boy, Michael, I was wonder, well, I don't know if it's possible but you see I, uh..." "Just come out and say it, I don't have all fucking day!" "I was wondering if she could do that for my son. He's a fifteen and is a virgin and I don't think he'll, uh, well, it might be a long time before he finds a girlfriend." I could believe that as the kid was butt ugly. Pimples, a fat face, big gap between his yellowed, front teeth, oily hair, dirty, smelly and fat, just like his ugly fat father. He may never get laid and if he does, the girl will be just as fat and ugly as he is. "Alright, same deal as before but cash up front." "TWO HUNDRED? Com'on can't you do better than that? I mean he probably won't last long `cause it's his first time." "Okay, I'll help you out with your, um, plight. One fifty." "How `bout a hundred? I done gave you two hundred. That'll be three hundred for both of us. What'll you say? It's for my boy. Please." "Okay, sure, why not?" Digging into his wallet he pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill with a few brown smudges all over it. Great, more shitty money. I walked back to the car and opened Annabel's door. "What's goin' on?" she asked as I extended my hand. "I've got another job for you." "Jake, you promised." "Think of it as charity. His son is just a little older than you and he's still a virgin. His father wants you to take his cherry." She sat motionless staring up at me. "He won't last long because it's his first time. He'll probably come faster if you actually put some effort into it and not just lie there like a fucking blow-up doll!" "I don't wanna do it." "I didn't ask you if you wanted to, I'm telling you you're going to do it. I already got the money so you have to go through with it." "You can give it back to him." "Annabel why do you keep doing this shit? Huh? I'm simply trying to start our lives together and you keep giving me a hard time about it. Why? Don't you want us to be together? You, me and the baby? I already said that once we have enough money I won't ever ask you to do this again, didn't I?" She nodded her head. "Then what's the problem? Do this one last job, Annabel. Not for me or you, but for the baby. Our baby. It's an easy hundred dollars and we really need the money." I stoop down and leaned into the car. She was shaking even though it was a hot afternoon. "I'm just asking you to do this one last job before we start our new life together. Once we see our father he'll give us enough money so that we don't have to worry any more about it and we'll be one big happy family," I said kissing her forehead. I didn't have a desire of putting my lips on hers after all the cock she'd sucked today. "Whatcha you mean `our father'?" she asked looking at me for the first time. Was that a Freudian slip? "What I mean is once we get married my family will become your family. My father will be your father; my mother will be your mother and so on. Understand?" She nodded and I smiled with relief. "Now let's get this over with," I added tugging on her arm. "Last one, right?" "I promise you, baby doll, I won't ask you to fuck another guy for money again." The inside of the house was a disaster and smelled just as putrid as the outside. A mess was everywhere you looked and dirty dishes littered every table and counter that I could see. Dirty clothes were thrown about, the walls were dirty and dingy and the furniture should have been replaced about ten years ago. "No wife?" I asked not noticing any evidence of a woman's touch. "She left me `bout five years ago." "I can't imagine why," I said looking around at all the debris. "Okay, where's the stud?" I asked grabbing Annabel by the wrist. "He's in his room," he replied leading the way through the stacks of old newspapers and boxes lining the floor. Ant and roaches were crawling on the walls and furniture. Damn, what slobs. Pushing open a door held on by one hinge, the three of us stepped into the grimy room. It was just as bad as the rest of the house and had a rotten food smell. "Dad, I done told you I don't wanna do it so make her go away." "Michael, this might be you're only chance to be with a girl." "I don't care, I don't wanna do it." "He's just scared because it's his first time," I suggested moving closer to the cowering kid. He was about 5 foot 6 but weighed well over 200 pounds. He was going to be a real porker, just like his dad. "Michael, you don't have anything to worry about, she's not going to hurt you. Just go with it and let her take charge. She's a pro; you know and has fucked a lot so she knows what to do. If you can't get a hard-on, don't worry about that because she's great at sucking cock, aren't you Annabel?" "I don't wanna," he whined. "Michael, are you a winner or a wimp?" I asked using the same line I used earlier. "A winner takes what he wants and doesn't hold back. A wimp gets walked on his entire life. You don't want to be a wimp, Michael, trust me. Just go with it, come on, you know you want it." r He looked down to the ground. "Annabel, show him your tits. Maybe he'll get turned on by them." She didn't even hesitate and began to unbutton her see-through blouse. After it was removed she dropped it to the floor. "Now lose the skirt." She did what I said. Naked she stood in front of him but the idiot covered his eyes like a little school boy. "DAMNIT MICHAEL!" his father yelled. "LOOK AT `ER!" he added pulling the boy's hands away. Leaning closer I whispered into her ear. "I don't care what the fuck you have to do, get that boy to fuck you so we can get the hell out of here, understand?" She nodded, dropping to her knees in front of him. He moved farther onto the bed, trying to get away from her. Leaning closer, she reached for his zipper. "Make `er stop!" he cried, bringing his hands to cover his face. Jesus Christ, what's wrong with this kid? A beautiful young girl is practically begging him to fuck her and he's about to start crying like a little baby! Annabel looked up at me for direction. "Keep going," I told her. Fumbling with his pants, she managed to get his zipper down and his button undone, no help from the kid. His father had to hold his hands above his head to keep him from trying to stop him. Tears flowed down his fat cheeks like melting ice on a summer day and he began heaving deeply as she struggled to get his too tight jeans down enough to expose his cock. "MAKE `ER STOP!" he cried out again as Annabel leaned over his lap and slurped his pasty-white cock into her mouth. He suddenly stopped breathing for about thirty seconds as she pulled it to the back of her throat. It wasn't very long, but like him, it was very fat and meaty. His father held his arm above his head and watched intently as she sucked on his teenage son's cock. The boy wiggled and sobbed, pretending as if he was being raped or something. In a few years he'll be begging a girl, ANY girl to do this to him but for now he's acting like he doesn't want it. There was a ratty office chair nearby so I sat in it to watch; hoping the fat man was right and the kid wouldn't last long. Right away I noticed the pool of liquid directly under Annabel's ass and watched as a steady flow leaked from her, expanding the slimy puddle. Most of it had turned clear but there were portions that were still white and frothy. She hadn't really had much of a chance to clean up this afternoon and after eight cocks, I'm sure she's pretty full. I smiled as a thick, icicle-like gob seeped from her torn hole growing like a giant stalactite formation dangling from the ceiling of some fleshy cave. The more she bent over his lap to suck on his cock, the more goo escaped and the conical-shaped deposit of cum stretched downward, inching its way to the floor. Fascinated I watched as it gradually made its way lower, reaching the ground after about two long minutes and remained connected to both her pussy and the puddle between her legs for several seconds before finally breaking free and dropping to the floor with a splash. The amount of cum pooling beneath her doubled in an instant. Damn that was a lot of cum! The boy stopped fighting as she worked on his cock and his father relaxed his grip on his hands. The atmosphere seemed a little better and I was about to suggest that Annabel get on him and ride his cock, but another icicle emerged from her pussy. I wanted to laugh, and wondered if it would be as big as the first one. After growing to about four inches this one quickly dropped to the ground as it lacked the consistency of the first one. Okay, time's wasting, ride his cock now," I said standing to help her up. The boy began thrashing around again, repeating several times that he wanted her to leave him alone. Helping to pull the boy's pants down a little, I lifted Annabel off the ground and dropped her onto his lap. She knew what to do and crawl along his legs, leaving a trail of slime in her wake until her pussy was positioned above his cock. In one swift swoop she held his cock straight up while she thrust her groin down onto his. It easily penetrated her but the kid let out a loud, long grunt. "Move your ass!" I ordered, slapping her closest cheek. She began bobbing up and down, building speed every fourth or fifth stroke. The kid's body seemed to go into rigor as his body stiffened and his eyes bulged as if he had just seen a ghost. He wasn't breathing and his hands were clenched into fists above his head. As expected he didn't last long, hardly 90 seconds in fact, and he bellowed loudly before sniveling like a little girl who just had her dolly taken away. I shook my head. You've got to be kidding. Most boys his age would *DIE* to be in his shoes and he's getting all dramatic about it. "Well congratulations, Michael, you're a man now," I said grabbing Annabel under the arm pits to lift her off of him. His fat slug-like cock slid from her stretched hole and flopped to his thigh with a splat. Like a ruptured dam a huge gob of oily juice poured from her, wetting his public hair, thighs and underwear. Her pussy still dripped as I swung her around, dropping her to the ground. Unfortunately I set her down on the puddle of cum and tried to steady her as she slipped, landing on her ass. For the first time since we went into his room Michael laughed. Lifting his head, he watched as she struggled to stand, slipping on the unseen pool of mucus. Les joined in laughing and soon the four of us were chuckling as she finally got her footing. Reaching for her clothes I tossed them to her. "Come on, Annabel, it's time to go." "Wait," Les said unzipping his pants. "I'd like to fuck her again." "Sorry, man, only one go for the price. Besides we need to be somewhere very soon. "I won't be long, I promise," he said fishing out his thick slab of meat. I could see where the kid got his girth as he had one of the fattest schlongs I'd seen. Ignoring my statement he began jerking off, concentrating mostly on the head while squeezing the base to keep it hard. He looked sickeningly gross with his giggly fat shaking like Jell-o and his pudgy, ham-sized hand stroking his thick pud like crazy. "I'm ready to cum, can I cum inside of her?" he begged. I glanced at Annabel who seemed transfixed by what she was watching. She hadn't dressed yet and stood there like a retard staring at him jerking off. "Sure, why not?" I said getting her attention for the first time since I pulled her off the kid. She looked at me with a shocked expression. "Jake..." she started to protest but didn't get a chance as I pushed her forward, sending her onto the bed between father and son. The fat-ass rolled her over as easily as flipping a burger and climbed between her legs, forcing them apart with his knees. With one stab he was inside of her as she futilely pushed against his chubby chest. He grunted and moaned, jabbing his hips downward as the cheeks on his pimply fat ass concave involuntarily. Like a dying grizzly bear, he made some strange and garbled sounds as he pumped his final shots into her. She was nothing more than a cum dumpster, a container for him to pour his lust into and he remained on top of her until he was totally drained. Panting he raised his torso and gazed down at the bewildered girl. Her face was turned to the side as his sweat rained down on her, wetting her face and chest. His breathing slowed and he gave a few final thrusts with his hips, rocking her body slightly. "Okay Slim," I said slapping his closest ankle. "You're done and we have to go." Turning to his son with a huge grin he gave him a wink. "See son, that's the way you do it!" he said with a snort. Slowly he backed away, freeing her trapped body for the first time in about four minutes. She sucked in a deep breath of air, filling her lungs for the first time since he mounted her. She didn't bother closing her legs and a steady trickle of sperm flowed down onto the bed. "Let's go," I said dropping her clothes onto her stomach. Silently she dressed then followed me through the house and out the front door. "If you're ever back in these parts again, look me up, I'd love to see `er again!" Les called out from the porch. I ignored him and kept heading toward my car with Annabel in close pursuit. "I don't even know your name, Honey," he yelled as I opened the door. "Her name's Annabel. Annabel Johnson," I told him noticing the stunned look on her face. I actually told him her real name, not that it would matter anyway as she was going far away from here. "Johnson? Any relation to Melvin Johnson?" he asked as if she wasn't even there. "It's his granddaughter," I hollered back before getting into my car. I could hear him mumbling something but couldn't hear what it was. I don't know how well he knew the Johnsons but I knew how fast gossip spread in small towns and figured it wouldn't take long before word got out about Annabel being a whore. I smiled as I put the car in reverse and sped out, throwing rocks as I left. We were back on the highway and she watched the gas station as we passed it. She was quiet for a few more miles and then broke the silence. "Why did you let him do that?" "Do what?" "Come inside of me." "What's the big deal? He already came once inside of you today didn't he? Besides he paid us $300 so I think he deserves it." "I don't like him, he's fat and gross." "Well Sweetheart, there'll be a lot of things you'll have to do that you won't like. That's called life and you need to get used to it." "I don't want to do that anymore." "We already talked about that, Annabel so drop it, okay?" We drove in silence for about twenty minutes. Her focus remained outside the car as the landscape raced by. It was already after four o'clock and I wanted to be at the furniture store by this time but I couldn't go there with her looking and smelling like this. She reacquired the cow shit smell, she was clammy and sweaty and her clothes were soiled and stained. Not to mention she had a pussy full of cum. My dad might be a horn dog ready to fuck any available pussy but I was pretty sure he wouldn't want to fuck her in this condition. I needed to get a motel room or something to allow her to clean up and maybe get her some new clothes. What she had on stank and were too soiled and the ones she had in the trunk were too conservative. She needed something to show off her true nature and her sexy young body. As we approached my old stomping grounds we passed by Tim Watson's street. He was my best friend back in high school but lost contact after I went away to college. We used to have some really good times together. I slowed down and turned around. Knowing Tim he wasn't working as he had been fired from both jobs he had since we graduated. Parking in front of their apartment I turned off the car. "I'm going to visit an old friend, stay in the car until I call for you, okay?" She nodded. I wasn't even sure he still lived here as it had been over a year since we last spoke. Knocking on the door I was relieved when the door opened and Tim was standing there. "JAKE! Man, what's up?" he shouted out extending his hand. We used to have this weird handshake but I hadn't used it since high school. Obviously Tim is still using it. I followed along with him just for old times' sake. "I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?" "Great, man, come on in," he said opening the door wider. "Is your mom home?" "Naw, she's at work. Don't get off `til six." "What about Kelly?" "At her friend's house. What's this all about?" "You'll see," I said turning to wave to Annabel. Slowly she got out of the car and headed toward us. "WHOA! Who's that?" he asked ogling her. "That's my girl Annabel." "You've got a girlfriend? Jake `the snake'? That's a first!" "No, she's not really my girlfriend," I corrected. "I'll explain everything later. She needs to use your bathroom to clean up. Is that cool?" "Yea, sure, no prob," he said stepping aside as she approached. As soon as she passed him he took a step back, making a face. "Pee~U what's that smell?!" he asked wrinkling his nose. "That's why she needs a bath," I said following in behind her. "Damn that's ripe!" he added shutting the door. "It's down the hall on the left," he said point it out for her. She made her way to the end of the hall, looking around as she slowly walked. "She's fine as hell but smells like shit!" "That's exactly what it is, horse shit." "Horse shit? How'd she get horse shit on her?" "Long story," I said sitting on the sofa. "Got any beer?" "Of course," he said heading toward the kitchen. "I'll grab us a couple." Good old Time hasn't changed a bit. Unemployed, no motivation to improve his life and still living at home with his mother. The guy will be a loser his whole life. He returned handing me a can of off-brand beer. Great the cheap stuff. "So tell me about this girl," he said grinning from ear to ear. "I met her this past summer on the farm I worked on." "WHOA, WHOA, WAIT... *YOU* worked on a farm?" "Yes, all summer." "Why?" "Long story, but anyway you remember back in school that slut Stacy Wojarski?" "Remember her? Hell who can forget the biggest skank ever? She was such a sleaze." "That didn't stop you from fucking her, did it?" "Me, you and half the guys in school!" he said and we laughed. "Well Annabel is ten times worse than Stacy ever thought of being. Think of Annabel as `Stacy on steroids'." "No fuckin' way! Can't nobody be worse than Stacy!" "I used to think that too until I met Annabel. She fucks like someone announced that all the dicks in the world will stop working tomorrow. She can't get enough!" "You're fuckin' shittin' me, man." "No I'm not. The first night I was on the farm she was all over me like stink on shit," I said smiling at how funny it was that she smells like shit right now. "Yea, so, that don't make her a slut." "It does when you find out she's fucking every boy past puberty in the county plus all the farm hands and any guy who stays within a mile of their farm. Hell she even sucked off a couple of horses and swallowed their cum." "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" "I'm serious. She's that big of a whore. She was giving pussy away for nothing and I told her last week that she was stupid for doing that because she could make a fortune selling it in St. Louis. She's always told me she hated living on the farm and begged me to take her with me when I left." "To be a prostitute in St. Louis? She actually *wants* to be a prostitute?" "Yep. I told her she could stay with me as long as she wanted and I would help her find tricks and we could split all the money she made. She was all for it." "Are you shittin' me man?" "No, man, I'm serious as a heart attack." "A beautiful girl like that wants to sell her pussy? Man that's unreal!" "Wait until you see her in action, there's no doubt she's made for this shit." "What do you mean?" "Well take last night for example. She stayed out all night fucking a ton of guy to give them one last `goodbye' fuck. She didn't get home until six in the morning!" "Damn." "That's not all she's capable of doing. We left the farm after lunch and she was all excited about hooking in the big city and couldn't seem to wait to get started. I had to stop for gas and she begged me to let her get the gas for free by fucking the owner. I wasn't sure about that, but she insisted so I let her. Not only did she get me a free tank of gas, he threw in a six pack of Bud too!" "Damn, sweet!" "We were still in the parking lot when this big black guy who lives on the next farm to them pulled in to get some gas. The little slut wanted to give him one last fuck and let him bang her in the front seat of his truck, right in the fucking parking lot!" "NO WAY!" "I'm telling you she's a true slut!" "Do you think her dad was fucking her like Stacy's?" "Doubt it, he's not around and her grandfather is too protective of her to fuck her. She's just a wild slut." "So how did she get the horse shit on her?" "After the neighbor fucked her she went after these two brothers who were getting gas at the station and one of them was a retard. It didn't matter to her, she fucked him anyway." "Aretard? Seriously?" "I was ready to leave because I didn't want to draw attention to us but she wasn't ready to go. A lard-ass manure salesman showed up while she was still fucking the brothers and the next thing I knew she was heading his way, looking for more cock." "Damn!" "He agreed to pay her $200 for a fuck but she was so excited about getting more dick she forgot to collect and the guy took off without paying. She wasn't used to getting money so I can understand it." "So that's when you came here?" "Hell no, she wasn't finished by a long shot. The manager had to come out and tell us to leave because he didn't want her turning tricks in his parking lot and I was about to leave when these two black guys pulled in. She *LOVES* big black cock and begged me to let her fuck them. I didn't want any problems with the owner and told her we had to leave. We didn't get far before she was moaning and whining about missing out so I turned around and we followed the guys out of the parking lot and met up with them about a mile down the road. Annabel didn't waste any time hoping in the back of their car and fucking both of them at the same time." "Both? Two black guys?" "I told you she was a slut, didn't I?" "Then what happened?" "A tow truck driver saw us pulled off on the side of the road and thought we needed help so he stopped to help. The next thing I knew she was climbing into the cab of his truck after he paid her sixty dollars." "FUCK! Just like that, one after another after another?" "Yes. The best part was the tow truck driver knew the shit farmer who stiffed us so I paid him a little visit to get the money and I'd be damn if the guy didn't want her to fuck his son too! He paid an extra hundred bucks to let his fifteen-year-old son fuck her and she was all into it." "Damn you're right; she really *is* a bigger skank than Stacy! You're gunna make a fortune off that little slut!" "I hope to." "Say, do you mind if I fuck her?" "No not at all. She enjoys new dick, she always does." "Mmm, my kinda woman," he said winking. I followed him into the bathroom and we stood watching her showering through the clear plastic curtain. It was mostly just a silhouette, but still looked sexy as hell. Tim began undressing. "Annabel, Tim's going in to wash your back," I said winking at him. "That's okay, I don't need him to," she said not understanding exactly why he was getting into the shower with her. She squealed as he slid open the curtain and stepped inside, his hard-on pointing at straight at her. "GET OUT!" she screamed as he pulled the curtain closed. "Annabel that's no way to treat my friend. Besides, he's nice enough to let you use his shower, the least you can do is show your appreciation!" "Jake you said I didn't got to do that no more!" "I said you wouldn't have to fuck for money, he's not paying!" "Jake, I..." her words were cut short as he placed his mouth over hers. She knew better than talk back to me and the two stood there under the spraying water kissing. Well, I was sure he was doing the kissing and she was just standing there. I'll have to work on her attitude. She needs more interaction if I'm going to keep the business going. Watching their shadows standing face to face fucking like a cheap blurry porno was both frustrating and exciting at the same time. I couldn't explain it. I didn't have any feelings for her, hell she was just a piece of fuck-meat as far as I was concerned, but the exhilaration she caused men was thrilling. I think more so because I owned her. She belonged to me and I controlled what she did and who she did it with, which gave me unlimited power over her. I smiled as his thrusts became more frantic. I lowered the toilet seat lid and sat for the last few minutes listening and almost watching as he fucked her. His low, garbled groan signaled his completion and quickly he slipped out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry off. "She must be tired," he stated wiping his face. "She acted like she wasn't into it or something." "Naw, she's *always* into it. You're probably right about her being tired; you're like the tenth or eleventh guy to fuck her in the past three hours." "Damn, that's a lotta cock." "Not for Annabel. Like I said, she can't get enough." Wrapping the towel around his waist he left the bathroom and I followed as he went into his room to dress. I sat on his bed as he pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. "She needs clothes," I said leaning back against the wall. "She's about Kelly's size, right?" "No, I think Kelly's a little bigger. She grew some since the last time you saw her." "Does she have any old clothes Annabel can have?" "She don't have any clothes?" "Not really. Just the ones she had on and a couple that look like what a Mormon would wear." "Let her walk `round naked." "Man, I'd love to do that, and I would if it wasn't for that thing about it being against the law." "Hey, you know what, my mom had me and Kelly bag up some clothes we weren't wearing to give to Goodwill, but she hasn't had time to take them." "Cool, that's what she needs. Where are the clothes?" "Over here, I'll show you," he said heading out. I followed, passing the bathroom and noticed the shower was no longer running. The bag was full of shorts, skirts, tank tops, halter tops, tube tops and a few old tee-shirts. "This is exactly what I'm looking for!" "You can have `em if you want. I don't think mom will even notice they're missing." "They're a little on the slutty side, don't you think? Is Kelly a little hoochie momma?" "Hey watch what you're saying, that's my little sister you're talkin' about!" "Relax, I'm just asking, man," I said smiling at him. "Is this her?" I asked picking up a framed picture of what I thought was her." "Yea, that's this year's school picture." "Pretty. I bet she's got all the boys chasing after." "A few I guess." "Is she letting them catch her?" I asked winking. "Jake, come on, she's only fourteen! She's too young to even be thinking about stuff like that!" I chuckled and he looked at me with a weird expression. "Annabel's only thirteen." "WHAT?!?! Are you fuckin' kidding me? You let me fuck a thirteen-year-old?!?! Jake she's fuckin' jail-bait, man! I thought she was older!" He huffed with a red face. "Relax man, everything's cool. Besides who's going to find out? Nobody, that's who and is it really a crime if you don't get caught?" He was still wheezing, staring at me. "This isn't like you, Tim, we used to bang all the little middle school sluts back in the day." "Yea, when we were like fifteen." "Times haven't changed that much you know." "You should have told me." "Would it have mattered if I did? You're telling me you wouldn't have fucked her if you knew she was thirteen?" He was quiet for a moment. "Naw, I probably would have still fucked her but it would have been nice to know first." "Sorry, man, my bad. What do you say we have her model some of these clothes for us? You can pick out what she looks best in." "Sure," he said leading the way. For the next twenty minutes Annabel tried on different clothes and in different combinations until we both agreed she looked pretty hot in a pair of jean shorts and a ruffled halter top. It was just puffy enough to make her look like she had tits without being too baggy. Just as we were agreeing on the outfit Tim's phone rang. "Naw, man, I can't go right now, I got company. Yea, you remember Jake Meadows, don't you?" He looked my way, moving the phone from his mouth. "DeShawn says `hi'," Tim said. I remember DeShawn as a show-off jock that thought his shit didn't stink. He was popular with the girls because of his attitude, but I didn't care much for him. I sneered and gave a `thumbs down'. Tim knew how I felt about him but I don't think DeShawn ever did. "What's going on?" I asked Tim as he gave one last glance to Annabel changing her clothes. "They want me to go play basketball with them They need another player." "Who's all with him?" "Hold on," he said putting the phone back to his mouth. "Is everybody with you?" I watched for a few seconds as he listened to whatever DeShawn was saying. He pulled the phone away from his mouth. "Terrel, Marquis, Brett, and Garret," he rambled off like a shopping list. "We usually play three-on-three. I watched Annabel pulling up a pair of tights, hopping a few times to get them past her ass. "Ask him if they want to play a little five-on-one instead," I said not taking my eyes off of her. "Huh? What do you mean?" "Give me the phone," I said reaching for it. Tim looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What's going on, man?" I asked speaking into the phone. "Ain't a damn thang, man," DeShawn replied laughing at his own statement. He was always a pot head and I was sure he was pretty stoned, as usual. "You guys want to play a different ball game over here at Tim's house?" I asked winking at Tim. He furrowed his brows. "A different ball game? Man what the fuck you talkin' `bout?" "I got a sweet little honey over here looking to get a business started and she's looking for a few guys to help her out." "What kinda business?" Damn this guy is dense. "The business of pleasure, if you know what I mean," I said with a slight laugh. Annabel caught part of my conversation and was looking at me with a concerned expression. "You mean a ho?" "Exactly." "She fine?" "Oh hell yes she's fine. Very fine." "How much for this ho?" "Normally a hundred, but since you're old friends of mine, she'll give it to you for half price." He was silent for a few seconds. "Fifty?" he finally asked after doing the math in his head. "Yes, fifty each." "Naw, man, we ain't got that much money right now." "How much do you have?" "I dunno `bout the others, but I ain't got that much." "How about forty each? Can you pull that off? Two hundred for the five of you." "Not me, man, I'm broke as hell. But I do got some bad-ass weed and `bout a half a gram of `caine, if you interested." "Sounds like a good trade to me. Tell the others fifty each and you bring the weed and coke." "Aiight, be there in ten." "Sure. See you then," I said hanging up the phone. "Did you just do what I think you did?" Tim asked still in shock with his mouth slightly opened. "Hey, the slut want more cock, I'll get it for her. Plus we'll make a few bucks in the process." "Jake you promised," Annabel piped in for the first time since she started trying on clothes. "I didn't promise shit, bitch!" I bellowed, walking toward her. "You promised that I didn't gotta have sex with no body else again." "What I said was that I wouldn't *ASK* you to fuck anyone else. I'm not asking, I'm telling, understand?" "Jake, what's going on?" Tim asked walking close, nearly stepping between us. "Tim, stay out of this. This is between me and Annabel. "Is this something you want to do?" He asked her ignoring my request to stay neutral. She looked up at me before returning her gaze to the floor. "Tell him, Annabel, tell him how big of a whore you are and that it was your idea to do this. I'm only helping you out!" "Jake..." she mumbled so low that I hardly heard my name. "Come with me," I said grabbing her wrist and heading for the bathroom. Tim was in close pursuit but didn't get inside the bathroom before I slammed the door. "What in the fuck are you doing?" I screamed. "JAKE! OPEN THIS DOOR!" Tim shouted from the hallway while beating on the door. "Tim, back off!" I shouted back. "Jake, I... I don't..." "I already told you how important it was for us to make enough money didn't I? Don't pull this shit on me again, Annabel. I won't tolerate it. Do this job and make it good for them or you're going to make me do something I don't want to do, understand?" "Jake, um." "I know what this is about. You want some more of this, don't you?" I asked pulling out the largest rock I had. "Here, take it," I said extending the grayish crystal. With her hand shaking she reached for it, clutching it like gold. "Go on, smoke it, you know you want it." She wouldn't look at me but didn't resist when I handed her the pipe and lighter. "Go on, fire it up, you'll feel much better and you won't be giving me all this shit." Brushing past me she sat on the edge of the bathtub before dropping the rock into her badly burned pipe. I stood at the door watching as she brought the flame to the bottom and sucked hard, drawing in the ghostly smoke it produced. That should keep her numb for a while, but I only had one more rock left and didn't want to waste it. I'll have to make it a point to visit Fearle$$ and get more. "Jake, what are you doing in there?" Tim asked knocking on the door again. "Relax, man, everything's cool. We're just talking, that's all." "Annabel, are you okay in there?" "She's fine so leave us alone already!" Jeeze, what's up with this guy? He used to be pretty cool but now he's acting like a jerk. "I want to hear that from her." "Tim, you're being an ass so just shut up already!" He stayed quiet until she finished her crack and we left the bathroom. He was still standing in the hall and immediately checked to be sure she was okay. "See, I told you she was fine, so don't worry about her, okay?" "Are you okay?" He asked her anyway. Before she could answer there was a knock at the door. "Looks like the customers are here," I said winking at her. She seemed unfazed by it. Grabbing her wrist I pulled her into the living room and pushed her down onto the sofa before opening the door. There stood a group of guys, most of whom I knew from high school. Loud mouth DeShawn was the first to step through the door running his mouth as usual. "Where's this fine little honey you been talkin' `bout?" he asked barging in as if he lived there. His eyes quickly focused on Annabel and he stopped walking. "DAA~ammmmnnnnn," he blurted out causing the others to rush in to see what he was excited about. "This bitch *IS* fine!" As the other four filed in, the quickly gave their opinion about her. I shut the door after the last guy entered. DeShawn made his way to the couch and sat next to her, placing his large, black hand on her exposed knee. "Hey Baby, what's your name?" he asked flashing a large, golden smile. I wondered where he got the money for a grill, but that wasn't any of my business. One of the other black guys sat next to her, placing his hand about midway up her skirt. "Her name is Annabel and there's no touching until she gets paid, that's the rule," I said stepping closer. "Aiight, no prob," DeShawn said throwing his hands up as if I was a cop about to arrest him. The other black guy, Terrel I think, moved his hand to her knee but didn't remove it. I knew him from school, but we didn't hang around together so I didn't really know him. "Show me the money," I said smiling. "Well you see, it's like this," DeShawn began talking, his shinny golden teeth distracting me and causing him to lisp when he spoke. "We ain't got all the money you asked for, but we gots something better. Much better." "Better than money? There's nothing better than money." "Yea there is," he replied moving to the edge of the seat. "Show `em." Garret, a guy who was in my history class our junior year, stepped up behind me, pulling something out of his baggy jeans. It was a couple of Ziploc bags, one with several pills and the other with looked like crack. He tossed them onto the coffee table. Marquis pulled out a quart-sized bag with marijuana before adding it to the other two bags and Deshawn contributed his agreed upon payment of a half-ounce cocaine and a few rolled joints. "There's your payment," DeShawn said returning his hand to her right knee. "I don't know, guys, that doesn't look like three hundred dollars worth of drugs." "Yea it is, this ain't just no regular shit, man," he said reaching for the closet bag containing the crack. "This shit here is moon rocks, man, crack mixed with heroin and the pot is laced with PCP and check out this," he said getting the bag of pills. "Ecstasy, man, make her feel like she's flyin' in the clouds," he added with a grin. There was enough drugs there to really fuck up two dozen people and it was all for Annabel. I smiled. Looks like I won't need to visit Fearle$$ for a while. "And the best part is I'm gunna give her wings," he said pulling out a syringe filled about a quarter full with what looked like water. "What the fuck is that?" I asked not wanting him to inject her with something that I didn't know what it was. "Heroin," he said pulling the bright orange cap off. "Better than Red Bull," he said smirking to the laughter of the others. For a moment I worried about him giving her that as its hard cord shit, but can it be much worse than crack cocaine? Marquis went around to the back of the sofa and DeShawn handed him the needle. Annabel was cautiously watching them, oblivious of what was about to happen. "Gemme your arm, Babe," DeShawn said pulling her right arm above her head and stretching it along the back of the couch. She turned to see what was going on behind her but Terrel turned her face toward him and kissed her while Marquis stuck the needle into the bend of her elbow. She squealed and tried pulling her arm back but DeShawn was pressing it hard against the top of the couch. The plunger eased into the barrel as the liquid slowly filled her vein. She held her breath for about thirty seconds and her eyes widened bigger than I'd ever seen. Gasping she filled her lungs in short, rapid pants and went slack, falling against Terrel. "That's it, Baby, ride that white hoss," DeShawn said tweaking her right nipple. Marquis reached around the back of her and pushed his hand into the top of her shirt, directly feeling her left nipple while Terrel's hand snaked up her skirt. "We cool?" DeShawn asked looking at me. "Yea, we're cool." DeShawn is about four inches taller than me and effortlessly lifted Annabel, throwing her over his shoulder before heading for the hall. "Where's the bedroom," he asked approaching the threshold. "WAIT!" Tim called out, giving chase but was brushed aside by Marquis as he quickly got into step with DeShawn. Terrel, Brett and Garret were making their way for the back of the apartment as well. "WAIT GOD DAMN IT!" Tim cried out grabbing Marquis's shirt. "You can't fuck her here!" "Why not?" DeShawn asked continuing his trek. "Because you just can't that's why," he pled unsuccessfully as he watched DeShawn push open the first bedroom. "Don't use that room, that's my mom's room!" "Like I give a fuck," came the response as he tossed Annabel onto the bed. Like a choreographed musical the three black guys began undressing while my little slut just stared up at the ceiling, unaffected by her surroundings. Brett sat on an ottoman and Garret sat on the floor next to him and watched as the larger black guys stripped naked. "I'm first," DeShawn announced the pecking order and quickly undressed Annabel, exposing her nakedness to the room. Tim stood just inside the doorway silently watching what they were doing. He knew it was futile to try and stop them. I'd never seen DeShawn naked before and he had a really long cock, but wasn't very thick. Perhaps it just looked skinny because of the length, but the damn thing looked almost a foot long! He wasted no time in moving between her legs and shoving his erection into her. I looked at my watch. "You guys better think about going more than one at a time," I said glancing at the other two black guys. "It's five o'clock and we need to leave by six." "An hour?" DeShawn asked. "What the fuck? Why so little time?" "For one Tim's mom gets off of work at six and we need to be somewhere shortly after that. You have one hour to do whatever you want to her. Anything." Marquis moved onto the bed and shoved his fat black cock into her mouth. I would tell she was out of it as she didn't resist or anything. He was pumping it back and forth almost at the same speed as DeShawn. Terrel knelt on the bed, took her hand and filled her palm with his cock. I turned to the other two sitting nearby. "What about you guys, don't you want to join in? You did pay for her after all." "Naw, we'll wait," Garret said noticing how crowded the full-sized bed was. "Fuck that, I'm goin'," Brett said standing to undress. Seconds later he had moved to the other side of the bed and placed his much smaller white cock into her free hand. DeShawn was really going at her, supporting his weight with extended arms, his hips repeatedly slammed into her, driving his long hard cock to the deepest most part of her girlhood I couldn't help but wonder if going that deep would hurt the baby. Terrel and Marquis switched, allowing her to suck a different cock while DeShawn continued his relentless assault on her sore pussy. He was really slamming hard into her, trying to get his money's worth. Ten minutes of gut-wrenching pounding he began to slow his thrusts, his sweat dripping onto her like melting snow on a rooftop. "Can...*pant* I... *pant* cum... *pant* inner?" he asked, wheezing between words. "Sure man, bust a nut," I said sitting on the ottoman as Garret stood to get a better view. The words were hardly out of my mouth when he began grunting and moaning, pumping his seeds into her. Marquis and Terrel both moved to be next between her legs but Marquis pushed him out of the way. "I'm next," he growled, sinking his cock into her used hole. Terrel returned to her mouth, settling for her oral cavity for relief. Garret began removing his clothes, but not fully, remaining in his underwear as he watched the three of them using her. DeShawn had rolled onto the floor and was panting, using the bedspread to wipe his sweat, much to Tim's dismay. "Join in, she's got a free hand," I suggested noticing the fat knot in the front of his briefs. "I dunno, there ain't much room on the bed." "There's plenty, just squeeze in and have at her, there's only about 45 more minutes to go and you don't want to miss out." His fat prick swung freely as he quickly pulled down his underwear. It wasn't very long, but was impressively thick, about the girth as the shit farmer. Just before he knelt on the bed Marquis was bellowing, grumbling that he was cumming. He didn't need to ask for permission, he just came inside of her." "She take it up the ass?" Terrel asked moving around to replace her most recent partner. "Are you kidding? She *loves* in up the ass. In fact back on the farm all the guys call her Anal~bel." "Cool, he said grabbing her by the hips to roll her over. "Come on, Baby, show me that sweet little ass of yours," he said. Still totally out of it, she allowed him to move her onto her stomach, unaware of what was about to happen. On her knees, he slipped his cock into her pussy to lubricate it before aiming it a little higher. Spreading her ass cheeks with his thumbs, he directed his very hard spear toward her nether hole. Surprisingly she didn't make a sound or try to move away. He sank fully inside on the first push, forcing her mouth a little more over Brett's cock. "Can I fuck `er pussy while you do that?" Garret asked still stroking his cock. "Fuck, I don't care," Terrel replied grabbing her by the chest to raise her body to allow him to crawl under her. It took a little positioning, but the guys were able to all three fuck her at once. DeShawn was now rested and stroking himself to another hard on and I knew it wouldn't be too long before he was back in the mix. Marquis was quickly following suit. It was 5:30 and they didn't have much time remaining. Pulling out one of the joints, I fired it up and smoked it while watching as the other two joined in, each playing musical chairs with her body. Terrel came inside of her ass and DeShawn replaced him. Garret nutted inside of her pussy and Marquis replaced him. Brett came inside of her mouth and moved aside to allow her to suck off the ass juice from Terrel's cock. It wasn't long before he was hard again and wanting some more action. The guys were discussing something, I couldn't really hear what they were saying and didn't really much care. All I wanted was for them to hurry up so we could get out of here. I had some big plans for my father and needed her with me. Marquis was on his lying on his back with his cock inside of her pussy. Annabel was on her stomach on top of him and DeShawn was kneeling behind her sawing back and forth into her abused asshole. When Terrel moved around and threw his leg over her back as if mounting a horse I got curious of what was going on. Getting perpendicular to her, Terrel backed up, bumping his ass against DeShawn. "What's going on?" I asked not having seen that move before. "They're gunna DP her asshole," Garret said with a big grin. Oh shit that's going to hurt her. She used to complain with just one cock in there so two will really get her going. It took a few stabs before he was able to line it up, but after a few seconds, his cock began to disappear inside of her asshole along with DeShawn's. "HOLY SHIT!" Tim blurted out, speaking for the first time since the guys started fucking her. "I wanna try that next," Brett called out to no one in particular. "Too bad we can't do two in her pussy," Garret mentioned, almost in a hopeful way. "We can when we're done with her ass," DeShawn assured him. Brett was already getting his cock sucked and Garret moved next to him, pointing his fat cock toward her mouth. Brett moved aside, allowing him more room as he pushed the bulbous head past her lips to join the other cock. `Damn, five hard cocks in her body at the same time, that's got to be a record!' I thought. If not, it's definitely a personal best for her. Like a wounded beast, the five of them uncoordinatedly moved back and forth, using all of her holes for their pleasure. Time was running out and I really wished they had more as I wanted to see how far they could push her limits. With the crack cocaine out of her system but the heroin still coursing through her veins, I knew she wouldn't put up much resistance, allowing them to do anything they wanted to her. I was amazed at how much fucking five guys could do in an hour when they put their minds, and dicks, to it. They compressed about three hours worth of sex into less than sixty minutes. The cum was flowing pretty well as they didn't bother holding back when they needed to nut. Once they came they moved aside to allow someone else to fuck her. It was great. "You have ten minutes," I announced as if notifying the last boarding call at the airport and they doubled their efforts. They went almost fifteen minutes past the dead line and Tim was freaking out, but they each got to come one more time. "You guys gotta go now," Tim announced as the guys lounged around to recuperating from their exertions. "My mom will be home any minute so you gotta go, please. If she catches you here my ass is grass!" "Don't sweat it little man," DeShawn said reaching for his clothes. "We're goin'." Tim turned to me. "Jake, get her outta here too, fast!" Smiling at his discomfort, I went to Annabel and looked down at her. She was a fucked-out mess and was still leaking sperm from her reddened pussy. The bed was messed up, the blanket reeked of sex, sweat and body odors and the room stank of ass and cum. He's going to have fun explaining this to his mom. Grabbing the corner of the sheet I began wiping the sweat and cum from Annabel. There wasn't time for a bath so she'll just have to settle for a wipe down until later. The guys were still complaining about not being able to fuck her more, especially DeShawn and I assured them that if they ever wanted another round with her that they should look me up as I would be just thirty minutes away in St. Louis. The guys filed out of the room with Tim right on their heels to be sure they left. His mom was already past due to get home and he was panicking. While he was gone I dressed Annabel and she wasn't much help as she just laid there like a corps. Tim returned holding the trash bag of Goodwill clothes he'd given us and I smiled, patting the stash of drugs in my pocket. "Come on, Annabel," I said pulling her upright. "We have a very important date with our father and this is one you don't want to miss!" End of Chapter 10 (wetfly6969@aol.com) to be continued...