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Susie Escapes
by Realoldbill (address withheld)

***

After her father's death, things get a lot worse for a 
young girl. (Mf, ped, nc, inc)

***

Susie's handsome father was giving her the usual 
Saturday morning pounding as she lay splayed on her 
frilly bed with her knees raised, thinking of other 
things, of boys and clothes, of cars and songs, when 
suddenly her father made a very odd sound and stopped 
thrusting his heavy cock into her young pussy. He was 
still hard, but he wasn't moving, his big hands still 
firmly on her luscious breasts, but not kneading.

Susie opened her eyes and looked up. Her father's 
mouth was open and his lips were turning blue. Then he 
made a very peculiar gurgling sound and flopped down 
atop her, limp as could be. This was very unusual and 
a bit frightening. Her father had been enjoying her 
body regularly for nearly two years and giving her a 
clothing allowance of a thousand a month to spend as 
she wished in return for her sexual favors which 
included almost daily blowjobs.

Susie's mother had caught them at it more than a year 
ago and now, after the quick and uncontested divorce, 
was married to the widowed family doctor and living in 
an even better part of town. Susie's mother vowed to 
have nothing to do with her husband or children ever 
again although, unseen by the girl, she winked at 
Billy when she announced that.

Susie pushed her father's limp body to one side, felt 
his prick ease out of her and wriggled from under him. 
She looked down at the limp man as her vagina spasmed 
in need, her lips fluttering. She reached down and 
stroked her engorged labia unconsciously as she bent 
over and decided that her father was not breathing. 

His eyes were open but he wasn't seeing anything. She 
pulled her finger out of her quim and made some 
decisions. She grabbed the naked man by one foot, 
dragged him off the bed with a loud thunk as his head 
hit the floor and hauled his body down the hall and 
left him lying just outside the bathroom, face up.

Susie then went back to her own room, straightened out 
her bedclothes, found her biggest vibrator, lay back 
on her pillows and slipped the penis-shaped, foot-
long, cylindrical device into her aching pussy. She 
rubbed upward at her g-spot as the dildo's brush-like 
appendage teased her tender clit. She turned it on low 
and began humping, trying to think what she should do 
next as a series of small climaxes washed over her. 
She closed her eyes and tried to picture her ideal 
lover and saw her greedy brother with his cock pointed 
at her.

Her stud of a brother was off at college, enjoying the 
sorority girls she was sure and forgetting all about 
her despite the fact that he had taken her cherry and 
used her every time he saw her. 

She sniffed, feeling sorry for herself. Her brother 
was to blame for her sex relations with her father too 
because he came home early from a golf game and caught 
them coupling and squealing at each other in the 
recreation room on a Saturday afternoon when she was 
only fourteen, nearly two years ago. Her father had 
chased her brother off with curses and then dropped 
his trousers and mounted his daughter without 
hesitation, tearing up the arm of the sofa with his 
golf cleats.

Now he was dead. She turned the vibrator up a notch, 
tilted her pelvis and wiggled her ass to hit some new 
spots inside her. It wasn't going to work, she 
decided, she needed a man or at least a boy to really 
enjoy an orgasm. She sighed and bit her lower lip in 
frustration. The more often she fucked with a gadget, 
she decided, the harder it was to really enjoy it.

Susie pulled the dripping device from her tireless 
twat, licked its head, put it away, grabbed her cell 
phone and punched out 911. She told the operator with 
a teary voice that her father had collapsed and that 
she thought he was dead.

"Is he breathing?" asked the voice.

"I don't think so," Susie said, sobbing dramatically. 
"Please hurry."

The ambulance crew was at the house in five minutes, 
plenty of time for Susie to get into her favorite 
babydoll pajamas with their off-the-shoulder top and 
tiny, high-cut panties, all frills and ribbon bows. 
After a short time, the crew chief told her he was 
sorry, and then they hauled her father's inert body 
out to the wagon in what they called a gurney. Susie 
grabbed the last EMT, a boy she had recognized. 
"Howie," she sobbed, "can't you stay with me. I'm so 
scared. Nobody's home."

"Sure, sure, Susie," the boy said. He had been 
carrying an incipient erection since he entered the 
house and recognized the long-legged, half-dressed 
girl and now his cock straightened out fully. "I'll 
tell them." He ran off after the stretcher and 
returned in a minute, eager as a puppy, his rod 
halfway down his thigh. Susie fell into his arms and 
hugged him, smiling to herself when she felt his hard 
erection.

"Oh, I'm so scared, Howie," she moaned, wiggling 
against his leg, "what's going to happen to me? Poor 
Daddy."

Howie patted her back and pried her off of him, 
knowing he should not do what he very much wanted to 
do.

"Let's go up to my room," she said, taking his hand. 
The top of her pajamas had slipped completely off her 
left shoulder almost revealing her lovely breast. 
Susie now carried a set of 36C's the size and shape of 
softballs that were the envy of every girl in school. 
She had remained slim and sleek while her chest 
developed and did exercises every day, including many 
miles on a stationary bicycle, to maintain general 
muscle tone, pectoral strength and PC control. 

Her hips still only measured 34 inches and her waist 
22, but her ass was incredibly shapely and firm and 
when she wore high heels, she was a walking wet dream. 
Her father had always said, with a chuckle, that her 
butt was her main asset, and he loved to fuck her from 
behind because of the pleasure of having her bulbous 
buttocks smack his belly. Each wonderful globe was 
round, smooth, pink and more than a handful.

Susie let her top slide down until her jutting nipple 
was all that held up the frilly fringe and then she 
led Howie to her vanity and said, "Sit, I have to get 
some clothes on." She shrugged her shoulder and let 
the garment fall to her elbow.

She sniffed and then leaned forward, giving the boy a 
good look at both of her hanging globes with their 
gumdrop nipples as the open neckline drooped. She held 
his cheeks and kissed him sweetly. "Thanks for 
staying," she said. "You're so nice." Howie's hands, 
wanting to crush her jugs, came up only to her hips 
before the girl twisted away, hiding her smile.

Howie had not even been on her list of boys worth 
fucking, but she knew who he was, a big football 
player, an interior lineman, a poor and hairy junior 
from the wrong side of the tracks, and she knew who 
his girlfriend was too, a mixed race girl with a good 
body who was stone dumb and a cheap slut. She, it was 
said, could fuck standing up better than most girls 
could lying down.

Susie rummaged in her closet and tossed a seldom-worn 
black top and a short, dark skirt on her bed and then 
found her slinkiest and smallest pair of Victoria's 
string underpants in her dresser. She wondered how 
long Howie could hold out, now that his prick was 
tenting up his heavy denim pants. She had let him see 
various parts of her anatomy in the dresser mirror. 
His face was flushed and he seemed to be drooling, 
licking his lips and wiping his mouth.

With her back to him, she pulled the babydoll top over 
her head, displaying the trench of her spine as she 
threw it aside, tossed her curls and then picked up 
the silk top she planned to wear and turned toward the 
boy, holding it out on one hand, feeling her boobs 
bobble and her nipples harden.

"Howie," she asked, pouting, "will this look all 
right?"

He nodded and stared as she held the limp garment well 
out before her slim body and impressive hemispheres. 
Her hard nipples were pointed right at him, two pink 
fingertips jutting out of paler pink circles.

She tossed the top back on her bed and skinned out of 
her pajama bottoms, giving the boy a good look at her 
wonderfully rounded ass cheeks and, as she lifted her 
leg, her pouting sex lips. She leaned over the bed, 
legs spread wide, and found her underpants, a tiny 
triangle of white satin on a set of flat strings with 
a o-ring that let them disappear into her crack so 
that her shapely buttocks were completely bare and her 
vulva barely concealed.

"This is my favorite, but it's white," she said, 
holding it out before her belly. "Aren't they pretty? 
Would they be OK?"

Howie nodded, tearing his eyes from her big hooters 
and look at her tidy triangle of pale pubic hair, 
gasping for breath, and then he stood, transfixed, his 
eyes and brain filled with the prettiest naked girl he 
had ever seen, like something out of one of those 
magazines, just standing there, completely bare assed 
and holding out a pair of underpants the size of a 
playing card.

"Oh Howie," the girl said, smiling at the huge bulge 
in his pants, "you're all excited. I'm sorry."

The boy dropped his heavy coat on the chair and 
slipped his suspenders off his wide shoulders as he 
stepped toward her, snorting for breath. He was in 
pain as well as in need. His brain had stopped working 
altogether.

Susie looked at what she had created, a six-foot-two, 
two-hundred and twenty-pound, adolescent male with a 
hard-on and nothing but lust in his mind. She made 
herself look scared and backed up until she felt the 
edge of his mattress at her legs, holding her tiny 
garment at her mound. "Oh Howie, come, please come 
make love to me so I can forget." She tried to conjure 
out a tear, and failing, sniffed pitifully.

His britches dropped to his boot tops, and he peeled 
down his white boxer shorts to free his raging cock. 
It jumped up as if on coiled springs, its huge head a 
reddish purple.

Susie was not disappointed at what she saw, but she 
put her hand to her mouth, made her eyes extra big as 
she cried, 'Oh, it's so big."

In fact Howie was proud of his seven-plus inches of 
thick manhood, and he had a reputation among his 
friends of being a first class fucker who could rut 
with the best of them. He smiled as the tiny curls 
clustered between Susie's parted thighs, grasped one 
of her luscious knockers, pinched out her tit between 
his fingers, and pushed her back on the bed as he 
stepped between her long legs. He stroked the fat head 
of his blood-hot ram up and down her tiny lips and 
then set it at the dripping entrance of her needy 
vagina. He could feel that she was both wet and hot.

Susie closed her eyes and when she felt the head of 
his big prong spreading her opening; she had to fight 
not to smile. "Be gentle," She gasped as she reached 
up for his broad shoulders; he was still clad in his 
EMT shirt with his name on the pocket. He was gasping 
for breath.

Howie closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and drove his 
ram all the away into the girl. He had never, ever 
felt anything like the slick, velvet tunnel he 
entered. The girl he usually fucked on weekends was a 
young slut who had undergone an abortion when she was 
twelve. Pronging her was like sticking your dick in a 
subway tunnel.

Susie wrapped her legs around the big youngster 
planted flat-footed at the side of her bed and trying 
to hammer his phallus up into her throat at the rate 
of one ram a second. "Slow down," she begged. "Oh 
you're so big, so good."

She began to move her hips to meet each his thrusts 
with one of her own and to clamp on his prick when he 
pulled back and ease up when he thrust it inward. 
Howie was puffing and snorting; trying not to come, 
attempting to pace himself. He was in good shape, but 
he had never been in a girl's body that seemed to suck 
him deeper and deeper with each fuck or enjoyed a 
young women speared on his weapon who bounced and 
writhed and gasped with pleasure at his fiercest 
efforts.

Now they both were crying out and grunting as their 
hard bodies smacked together.

He finally came, crying out with relief as he spent 
himself in Susie's depths, overfilling her with his 
spew. He felt her legs tighten about his hips as he 
began to soften and pull away.

"Don't stop," Susie moaned, "Please, please. I haven't 
come. More, more." She contracted and rippled her 
vaginal muscles, but soon was convinced that he was, 
indeed, spent and freed him, letting her legs flop 
down as she shriveled cock retreated.

"I'm sorry, honest I am," he mumbled as he looked down 
at her lovely but unhappy face. He bent and kissed her 
cheek and Susie put her hands on his hard shoulders 
and pushed him down between her wide-spread knees.

"Lick it," Susie sobbed, "please lick it. I hurt. Make 
it well."

Howie had never eaten a girl, but he had talked to 
several guys who claimed they had and that they didn't 
like it. Now this pink slit oozing out his spend was 
right before his nose so he licked tentatively and 
Susie pushed his face into her vulva and got one of 
her long legs up on his shoulders.

"Oh yes, yes!" she sobbed. "Deeper, harder! You're 
doing it!"
 
Howie licked inward and upward, and Susie tensed and 
squealed. 

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Right there! Right there. Yes, 
yes, Howie, you're so wonderful."

Howie felt her engorged nub with his tongue tip and 
tried to suck it into his mouth. He nipped at it with 
his teeth and the girl screeched and jumped, making 
just animals noises as he licked some more and her 
juices poured over his face. Susie went limp and Howie 
sat back on the floor and wiped his face on his 
shirtsleeve, gasping for breath.

Then Susie was on him like a cat, straddling his hips 
and planting herself on his aroused manhood, impaling 
herself and bouncing up and down on his loins as she 
kissed his face and licked his lips. She hugged him 
and rotated her hips, enjoying the feel of his long, 
hard manhood in her seething pit.

'Oh that was so good , Howie, you don't know." She 
crawled off of him and then bent to kiss the head of 
his rearing prick. 'Come," she signed, "come, and do 
it again." Susie turned toward her bed and moving into 
a position as if she were praying. She smiled back 
over her shoulder. "Put it in," she begged, "drive it 
into me."

Howie clambered to his knees, admired the round ass 
cheeks before him, grasped the girl at the pelvis and 
drove his hard cock up into her, all the way to the 
balls. He changed his grip to her breasts and hammered 
at her as Susie, gasped out, "Yes, yes, more, harder, 
harder!"

Howie did his absolute best, dripping with sweat and 
feeling his well-trained muscles begin to burn. "I'm 
coming! I'm coming!" he sobbed.

"No, no," Susie begged. "Not so soon!"

But he came and pumped what little he had left into 
the mewling girl.

When he stepped back and pulled up his pants, Susie 
stayed curled beside her bed. He could see his hand 
prints on her pink body and his jism seeping from 
between her legs. He felt emptied.

"I'm sorry," he said as she got to her feet and found 
her tiny underpants and stepped into them, pulling the 
straps into her crack and then donning her mini skirt. 
By the time Howie had gotten back into his heavy coat, 
Susie had wiggled into her top and came to hug him and 
kiss him. She sniffed. "I know you tried, and I 
appreciate it."

Howie nodded, feeling dejected, humiliated.

"Maybe when things, you know, get back to normal."

Howie nodded.

Susie walked to the door with him and shook his hand. 
He had served his purposes and Howie was done. She was 
way out of his league and they probably both knew it.

Her brother, Billy, came home from the state college 
and they copulated before and after their father's 
funeral and then, after a wild morning a fast, hard 
sex, went properly dressed in sedate black to the 
lawyer's office to discover that their father died 
deeply in debt. They had no inheritance; no insurance 
and the family's home, cars, credit cards and bank 
accounts were forfeited to the lenders. The youngsters 
were given a couple of days to pack up their clothes 
and personal possessions under supervision and to 
leave.

Billy talked his mother into taking him in if he 
promised to live in the basement, but Susie was not 
wanted by anyone except one of her father's brothers 
who was also one of the dead man's chief creditors. At 
graveside he invited Susie to come live with him. She 
did not see that she had a choice since she was 
penniless, unemployed and sixteen. She called him and 
he arranged for a plane ticket.

Her uncle Alex was a handsome man who looked a lot 
like her father. He had been married, but his wife had 
left him and taken the two younger children with her, 
leaving him with a teen-aged son. He lived in a small 
townhouse in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., and 
worked for a lobbyist. 

The first thing he said to her after she put down her 
two suitcases was, "Strip."

Susie stared and him and said, "Pardon?"

He backhanded her, spinning her across the room with 
blood in her mouth. "Don't you pardon me, you slut, I 
said strip. Do it!"

Susie ran for the front door and the man tripped her, 
laughed, put his foot on her ankle and began ripping 
her clothes from her lean body. When she was down to 
her lacy bra and tiny underpants, he smiled for the 
first time.

"My brother bragged of what you could do," he said as 
he reached between the girl's full breasts and ripped 
the fragile garment from her lush tits. "Aren't they 
nice," he said. "Get up." He took his foot off her leg 
and pulled her to her feet.

"Please, don't do this," Susie begged, her jugs 
jiggling, nipple aroused.

"I haven't done anything," he said with a laugh, "yet. 
Now take off those undies."

Susie stepped out of her bikini underpants and her 
uncle made her turn around a couple of times and then 
sat down in a big easy chair. "Come here, girl, and 
show me that you are worth keeping. There's a market 
for people that look like you. I could probably get 
fifty, maybe sixty thousand for you, untrained."

Susie knew what he wanted and fell to her knees 
between his wide-spread legs, opened his fly, fished 
out his limp member and lapped it into her mouth. He 
uncle leaned back and smiled at her. "Not bad," he 
said as she sucked and licked.

Susie was soon snorting through her nose as her 
uncle's prick swelled to fill her mouth and then probe 
her throat. He was breathing hard and so was she.

Her uncle looked disappointed and shook his head. 
"Rotate," he said to her as he reached out, grabbed 
her left breast and twisted her about, bending her 
back. She had to arch, resting on her elbows to let 
him snake his ram down her throat and then she gagged 
and nearly choked when he ejaculated.

He kicked her away. "I don't think you're worth 
keeping. Worthless." He raised his voice and yelled, 
"Mike, get down here."

Susie heard the thumping on the steps and then a young 
man entered the room and skidded to a stop. "Who's 
this?" he asked.

"Your cousin Susan, my brother's git. I think you met 
when you were young, when we visited out West. They 
lived in Colorado then."

"Not bad," the young man said, looking at the girl 
sprawled on the rug. "Not bad at all."

"Take her up upstairs and give her a ride. Let me know 
if you think she's worth housing and feeding."

"Yes, sir," the boy said, poking at Susie's rounded 
buttocks with his toe. "What happened to April 
anyhow?"

"Found a buyer, oil man, got a good price."

"She was a bitch," the boy said. "Get up, girl," he 
said to Susie, kicking at her again.

Susie got to her feet, raked back her disordered hair, 
and said, "I can go somewhere else, Uncle. I don't 
want to be a burden." She wiped her mouth on the back 
of her hand.

"Up the stairs," said Mike, grabbing her left hand, 
bending her wrist painfully and spinning her toward 
the door. 'Move!"

Susie looked at her uncle, saw he was smiling and then 
jumped when Mike slapped her rump.

All the way up the stairs the boy smacked her buttocks 
hard and then he yelled, "First right," to her, and 
said calmly, "Get up on the bed and spread `em open. 
You're in for a real treat."

Susie watched as he pulled his polo shirt over his 
head to reveal a hairless, well-muscled torso. He 
shucked off his shoes and then pulled off his trousers 
and underpants together and stood at the side of his 
bed, legs wide apart. "How do you like it?" he asked, 
holding his swelling member in his hand and stroking 
slowly.

Susie looked at the dark head protruding from his 
hand. It was about the size, shape and color of a 
large plum. She bit her lip and blinked. She had seen 
a lot of cocks in the last two years, starting with 
her brother's gigantic eight-incher, but this was 
bigger, a lot bigger.

Mike smiled as his pride hardened in his grip and he 
skinned back the foreskin and shook it so that the 
huge head bounded up and down. He looked at the girl 
huddled on his bed, her eyes riveted to his snake as 
it jumped in his hand. She was a beauty and had a 
great set of jugs. Maybe they could keep her for a 
while. Girls around his house seldom lasted more than 
two weeks.

"It's ten inches long and almost that big around," 
Mike said. "You'll never forget it. Dad's is big, but 
nothing like this."

Must run in the family, Susie thought recalling her 
dead father's member and her brother's monstrous pike.

"How about licking its head so it will go in easier," 
Mike said, stroking one last time and then taking his 
hand away. His cock jumped upward, pointing at the 
ceiling and reaching up to touch his belly button.

"I'm only sixteen," Susie said, retreating and licking 
her lips, unable to take her eyes from the huge shaft 
of heavy-veined flesh that stood before her and the 
hard muscled belly that lay just behind it. The ridge 
down the base of the young man's penis looked an inch 
wide. The thick blood vessels were pulsing with life.

Mike laughed. "Right, and never been kissed. Come suck 
this thing or I'll rip you open dry."

"Please," Susie said, "I can't. You know it's too 
big."

"You'll stretch," Mike said, reaching out to grab the 
girl's foot and pull her to him. He turned her over at 
the side of the bed so her body was up on the mattress 
but her legs reached down to the floor. He kicked her 
feet apart. Spat in his hand, anointed his rigid ram 
and pushed it down to fit its head into Susie's labia. 
He patted her pink buttocks, so round and firm, as he 
let his pride explore the girl's privates.

Mike felt his huge head at her quivering lips and 
smiled. He smacked her rounded ass again, gripped her 
at the hips and pulled her to him, impaling her on his 
raging cock. She whinnied.

Susie who had enjoyed sex dozens and dozens of times, 
most recently with her well-hung brother, felt as if 
she were being ripped apart. She knew things were 
tearing inside her. She gasped and then, as he pulled 
back and rammed back in, she screamed. 

Mike smacked her buttocks again and started a good 
rhythm of deep, hard fucking, holding each long thrust 
until his huge cock jumped and flexed in the girl' 
undulating grasp and getting a bit deep with each ram 
as he rocked his hips from side to side. Susie's 
vagina stretched to accommodate the invader as best it 
could.

"You're damn good," he said, gritting his teeth as 
Susie managed to squeeze on his heavy ram as he pulled 
back, drawing out her inner lips on his ridged shaft.

"Oh god," Susie moaned. "Enough, enough."

Mike laughed. "We're just getting started, Cousin. I'm 
not all the way in you yet."

A half-hour later, well satisfied, Mike left the 
battered and bleeding girl on the floor of his room, 
dressed and went down to talk to his father. The man 
was on the phone, so the boy got himself a beer and 
waited. When his father hung-up, he smiled at his son 
and said, "Well?"

"Damn good, a keeper, Pa."

"Shit," the man said. "I was just talking to a buyer 
who wanted a blonde, from one of the emirates, offered 
a hundred thou."

"Wow," said the boy. "Then sell her. We sure can use 
the dough."

They both heard the front door close.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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