City Slut
[aka 'Back Alley Prostitute']
by William Karp
(BDB-1025)


CHAPTER ONE 

Mary woke up to her mother's screaming. It was a shrill, piercing noise that 
made Mary sat up in bed. Mary listened for several seconds, her fingers 
trembling. It had been a terrible sound. She pulled the covers up to her 
neck and listened again, wondering whether she should call the police. 

There was no second scream, just a heavy silence that hung in the room like 
a dense fog. Had she dreamed it? Mary put a hand to her chest. Her heart 
pounded like a hammer. 

She heard more noises downstairs, sounds of laughter and talking. Mary 
sighed. Her stepfather was celebrating his return to the country after 
spending six months in Iran with an oil company. Mary didn't know what her 
stepfather did, exactly, but he had to travel, which meant she was left 
alone with her mother a lot. 

Mary made a face. She didn't get along with her mother. They argued about 
everything, from what Mary wore to school to who cleaned the dishes at 
night. 

"I'm your mother and you will do as you're told," Mrs. Anderson snapped. 
And, Mary always gave in. Her mother, a strikingly glamorous woman in her 
late thirties, was a stern taskmaster who was never one to spare the rod or 
spoil the child. When Mary balked at an order, her mother would pull up her 
daughter's dress and whack the hell out of her with a razor strop. 

"This was your grandfather's," Mrs. Anderson said once, holding up the 
strap. "He knew how to use it on bad children and I plan to do the same." 

Mary wished she had a strap for parents who beat their children. She often 
thought of running away from her tyrannical mother and heading west to 
California. It was one hell of a distance for a fifteen year old girl, 
brought up in private schools. 

It might even be illegal. She was still a minor, yet her looks belied her 
age. Mary was tall and fair and her figure was full and sexy. She had firm, 
round breasts and long, slim legs and a well rounded ass that swayed 
slightly when she walked. 

Despite her natural good looks, Mary had a boyfriend problem. The all girl 
school she attended had had several dances, but they were formal and heavily 
chaperoned. Mary rarely got to meet any boys. Most girls struggled through 
the semester without boys and then went crazy during vacations, but Mary 
was not so fortunate. Her stepfather had a big farmhouse, miles from the 
nearest town. When Mary came home on vacation there was no place to go and 
no friends to see. 

It was a hard life for Mary. Her mother drove into Haven, the nearest town, 
almost every day to run errands or buy groceries anything to get away from 
the farmhouse. Still, these trips didn't seem to subdue her mother. The 
beatings were getting worse and with summer coming up, Mary was apprehensive 
about going home. 

Suddenly, from downstairs came another scream, louder than the first. It 
made the hairs on Mary's neck tingle. Her thighs tightened and her cunt 
became very small and dry. Fear pulsated like a living thing! She pressed 
her dry, trembling lips together. 

Mary was scared witless. It was her mother's voice. Of that she was certain. 
But what was going on? Mary had strict orders to go to bed. Her ass would be 
in a sling if she disobeyed her mother, especially on the first night her 
step-daddy was back home. And she was no dummy. Her mother was a hot, 
passionate woman who had gone a long time without a man's arms holding her 
tight. 

Maybe that was it, she thought. Mary sprang up from the bed, her whole body 
shaking. The house was huge. It had five bedrooms and four bathrooms and an 
enormous downstairs living room. 

They were downstairs making love, Mary thought. But why the shrieking? Mary 
listed again. Only empty silence greeted her ears. 

She smiled, feeling embarrassed. That explained her mother's erratic, 
nervous behavior at the dinner table and then the command to go to bed. 

She figured that right now her daddy was sticking his big thing into her. 
Placing her hands over her own breasts, Mary tried to imagine a man's 
muscular body pressing down against her. She shivered with delight, then she 
lay down on the bed, spread her thighs, and humped her hips until the 
bedsprings squeaked. This was what it was like. Humping and bouncing and 
feeling his hot breath in your face and his hard muscled belly wiggling over 
your crotch, dragging his thing closer to your opening. Mary closed her eyes 
and swayed her hips. She felt like a schooner anchored at some little South 
Pacific island with gentle warm waves rocking back and forth. Pulling up her 
nightie, Mary jammed her fingers between her legs. Ohhhh! She was wet down 
there. Gingerly she rubbed the patch of wool covering her cunt slit. 

Her finger went in nice and easy. Her twat was soft as butter. Her cunt lips 
were shaped like tulip petals and they opened for her finger, sucking her 
in like the vortex of a whirlpool. Back and forth she went, dreaming, 
fucking herself, wondering when she would have a man of her own. 

Mary worked her cunt until her hand was sticky wet and her skin shone with 
sweat. Her breath came in searing gasps as her finger plugged her cunt. 

"Ohhhh, that feels goooood!" she said aloud. And it did, too. Her cunt 
channel went tight around the finger, which set off a tingling sensation at 
the top of her vagina. It wasn't a climax. There was no heightened 
awareness, no deep, painful throbbing. She had a nice, pleasurable feeling, 
that was all. 

Then her mother screamed out again! Mary perked her ears. She pulled her 
fingers from her cunt and sat up, listening. A thin smile spread across her 
mouth. And her heart pounded with excitement. The noise came from 
downstairs, perhaps near the kitchen. Quickly, Mary adjusted her nightie and 
rose from the bed. She knew damn well what her mother was up to. 

And Mary wasn't going to miss any of it. 

The table had not been cleared. Dishes with meat scraps and green peas and 
potatoes fell to the floor when Jackie Anderson flopped down on the table. 

She lifted a half empty bottle of wine and poured it onto her face. Jackie 
giggled like a school girl as the wine splashed on her nose and lips. Her 
husband Bob was holding her naked thighs while he grabbed her tight panties. 

"Easy does it," he said. The flimsy nylon tore as he pulled the useless 
garment away, revealing her bare buttocks. He snapped his fingernail 
playfully against her butt. 

"Ouch!" Jackie shouted. "You crazy sex pervert! Get away from me!" Then she 
laughed drunkenly and swept the table clean of silverware and glasses. She 
wiggled her hips on the tabletop and turned on one hip to stare back at her 
husband. 

"So I'm the crazy sex pervert," said Bob. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, 
his eyes never leaving her satiny breasts. The nipples were large as 
strawberries from his sucking. Her eyes sparkled like precious jewels and 
her nostrils quivered. They had made love twice in the living room and she 
had been sensational both times. Her cunt was tight and very soft. Her first 
orgasm had been feigned, but the second one had been real. 

"What's wrong with being a pervert?" 

Jackie scooped up a handful of cold mashed potatoes and threw them at his 
head. She was as lightheaded as the fizz bubbling out of the champagne 
bottle. She spread her thighs and watched his eyes as they came down to her 
velvet twat. 

"Like what you see?" she said. 

He did. There was just no denying his wife's beauty. Her breasts were firm 
and her thighs well shaped and in makeup she looked barely a day over twenty 
five. Her cunt shone like a jewel. He followed an invisible path up to her 
face. Bob wondered how many times she had run to the village and cheated on 
him. 

"I can come all night," she purred. "I can wear any man out, even you, 
husband!" 

Mary sneaked to the head of the stairs just in time to hear her mother. 

She peered down at the table and stifled a cry in the back of her throat. 
Her mother lay stretched across the table like the main course at an orgy! 
Her stepfather was no much better. He had his shirt on but that was all. 
Below the table edge, she saw the gleaming trunk of his penis. 

Fear tingled between Mary's legs. She was frozen to the landing, her eyes 
riveted to her mother. She remembered her mother's stern warnings. She was 
too scared to move. 

"You're one fine piece of ass," her stepfather said. Bob loved his wife. She 
was young and lusty and full of spunk. One thing he hated about Jackie, 
however, was her cockiness. It was not a pleasant trait for a woman. Women 
were supposed to be warm and loving and have children and obey their 
husbands. They were not supposed to brag about their sexuality. Bob pulled 
off his shirt and rose until his cock stood out straight from his body. 

Luckily, Ali, one of Iran's biggest oil tycoons, had taught him a few tricks 
about women. Ali had about eleventeen hundred million bucks and almost as 
many wives and Bob had spent many happy months dealing with members of the 
happy harem. Now he was going to put his lessons into practice. 

Mary looked at her father's cock with astonishment. It was the first erect 
penis she had seen and it left her gasping. Why, he would split me in two! 
she thought, admiring his wrist thick cock. His shaft was long and very, 
very thick. A mushroom shaped cap graced the end. 

Mary was scared of her father's enormous baton. But her mother wasn't. She 
rolled over on her butt and spread her thighs open and, in a hoarse voice 
said, "Fuck me!" Jackie hunched down to the end of the table so her knees 
pressed on either side of Bob Anderson's waist. His cock pointed straight 
into her parted slit. 

Mary could see her mother wagging her head back and forth, waiting for Daddy 
to stick his prick up her cunt. Mary almost laughed, the tension was so 
great. Quickly she reached between her two legs and stuck her finger into 
her own twat. Not surprisingly, she found her hole to be wet and soft, and 
with several strokes, her hole was hot as a cauldron. 

"Come on, fuck me," moaned her mother. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" 

Bob grinned. His wife was hot, but not that hot. She was holding back, 
afraid to give herself completely. He reached down for the butter plate. 
There was still half a cube of soft butter left. He scooped it out with two 
fingers and pressed the greasy substance against her thighs. 

What was Daddy doing? thought Mary. Her mommy obviously liked him greasing 
her thighs and twat with the butter she lifted her rump off the table and 
stuck her crotch in his face. 

Bob worked her slowly. He rubbed butter into the wet folds of her cunt and 
down her slit, back toward the ravine of her buttocks. He worked feverishly 
and intently. 

Jackie didn't stop him. She was happy and content to have him stroke her 
cunt and ass. When he finished, she would rear back, widen out and take him 
into her cunt. There was plenty of juice trickling from her slit, but men 
never did understand women. If only he would hurry up! Her nipples were 
large and throbbing and she wanted more than anything to feel his lips 
closing down on her ends. Oh, she wanted that terribly! 

And she was about to tell him, when Bob stopped playing nice and jammed a 
finger up her shitter hard. 

Jackie screamed! It felt like a red hot poker had ignited her asshole. It 
took a full second to realize her husband had stuck his finger into her anus 
and was wiggling it about, using her asshole like a cunt. Terrified, she 
snapped her legs shut and turned on her hip. 

Bob wasn't letting go. He was hesitant at first to try out Ali's bizarre 
techniques on his own wife at least, he was until he looked into Jackie's 
eyes and saw the drastic change in her. 

The sparkle was gone from her pupils. It was replaced by the dull luster of 
fear. Jackie trembled with fright. It was a sensation she had rarely 
experienced. Now it raced through her. 

And did it make him hard! Bob's cock swelled to the size of a cucumber, the 
cone shaped end throbbing with excitement. He pulled on her thighs. Her 
buttocks glistened before him. His finger moved around in her tight anus, 
working out the ring of muscles, toying with her butt to make the muscles 
soft and pliant. 

Mary crouched low on the landing, watching her mother. What was her 
stepfather doing? He seemed to be feeling her mother's cunt, only she was 
lying on her belly and that made it hard for him to get at her crotch. Mary 
tried to imagine herself spread out on the table, lying naked while her 
stepfather climbed in between her thighs. She felt sweaty all over. Her 
crotch dripped like a faucet, and her asshole itched and only when she 
scratched her buns did Mary catch on. 

He had his finger up her mommy's asshole! 

A burning sensation filled her butt hole and Mary moaned as if she were 
being fucked, instead of her mother. 

Jackie wiggled on the table. There was nothing she could do. If she fought 
back, her husband might do worse things than play with her rump. He was 
built like an ox and if enraged he might beat the shit out of her. She 
relented. The humiliation was overwhelming. Jackie wiped the tears from her 
eyes and tried not to cry. 

His fingers didn't burn any more. Her anus was stretching out and she would 
give herself to him. His finger rammed her ass channel again, making a 
squishing noise as he went in and Jackie bit her lip, holding the groan back 
in her throat. She balled her fists until the knuckles whitened. 

"This is how you make love to your wife?" she asked bitterly. 

His other hand came up along the inside of her thigh and lifted her 
buttocks. As her rump spread open, his finger went deeper. Jackie gasped. It 
didn't feel too bad. A little weird at first, but she got used to it. 

"Snotty, stuck up broads like you need a good ass fuck!" growled Bob. 

"A what?" Jackie said. Her thighs started trembling. It was foolish of her 
not to have guessed his intentions. She rested on the table on all fours, 
like a horse ready for mounting. Jackie thought the game playing would end 
with his finger, but she was wrong. Her crazy husband was going to stick his 
cock into that tiny hole! He was going to mount her backside and use her ass 
like a cunt! Suddenly she found the courage to resist. It came from the 
desperation that welled in her body. She responded frantically, aided by a 
wild animal instinct that came from nowhere. Jackie twisted her hips and 
lunged to her left. She had to get away, just had to! Her fingers latched 
onto a plate. Jackie turned and tried to hit her husband in the face. 

But Bob was two steps ahead of her. Ali had warned him. "We had no trouble 
with our women here," Ali had told him, waving his arm at the humble women 
who groveled at his feet. "But be careful of the Americans and the 
Europeans. They fight and kick. You must be firm." 

Bob was ready. He had crawled between her legs and when his wife turned to 
throw the plate, he grabbed her by the arm. His hand was like a vise. He 
squeezed her wrist until the dish dropped to the floor. 

"Bastard!" she cried. 

Bob brought his hand down hard against her butt. Janet screamed. She turned 
around, eyes full of hatred, and Bob hit her across the face. 

"Cunt!" he shouted. "Down on your belly!" 

Jackie started to cry as he pushed her down and spread her thighs. Her pink 
sphincter glimmered through the dark ravine of her ass. Quickly, he went to 
work on her rump, taking more butter and greasing her anus. Ali had used the 
drippings from a barbecued lamb, as was custom among his people, but butter 
worked just as well. He smoothed a generous helping of goo into her ravine 
and around his hard shaft. 

Jackie was crying and beating her firsts on the table top, yet her buttocks 
did not move. The arrogance was gone. She lay soft and pliant, like putty, 
and when he pushed between her cheeks and touched the soft ring of her 
asshole, she didn't resist. 

"Bastard!" she cried. "I hate you! I HATE you!" 

The tip of his cock pressed into her flesh. It felt like his finger, then 
she started to spread open wider and wider. She cried with fright, afraid 
that his cock would tip the tender muscles of her butt. She felt empty, 
defeated. Her whole being was turned inside out by this man. She could do 
nothing. Defending herself was out of the question. She could only sob like 
a spoiled little girl and even that was futile. Besides, his cock really 
didn't hurt her that badly. 

When he pulled her hips up, she didn't struggle. Jackie went limp. The long 
length of sex pipe went in, inch by inch. Her asshole widened. What he was 
doing was awful. Jackie wanted to die, to disappear... anything to get 
away, but she couldn't do anything except squat on all fours like a dog and 
let Bob do this monstrous thing to her. 

The grease helped and so did Bob, who didn't ram her asshole like Ali had 
told him to. He worked back and forth until her sphincter opened to 
accommodate his thickness. 

Then, suddenly there was pain. His cock went in, held for a moment, then 
went deeper. 

"Aaaaahhhh!!!" Jackie cried. 

Her buns wiggled seductively, then arched up ward at a sharp angle. Bob felt 
the sudden looseness in her channel. He plunged ahead. His hard, trembling 
cock shot down her shitter. His balls jerked as he popped through her 
resistance. And he was in, really in! 

Mary nearly fainted as she watched her mother's buttocks hunching up and 
down in rhythm to the stabbing thrusts of Bob's cock. Her father looked 
silly, slumped over her mother. Even from the stairs, she could hear them 
both panting. They looked like dogs fucking each other. It was crazy, the 
way they rocked back and forth. Mary squeezed her thighs tightly against her 
hand and felt the droplets of pussy juice wet her skin. 

She knew Daddy was driving hard. She could hear the slapping of his belly 
against her mother's back. 

"Come on, fuck, Jackie," he said. "Fuck with your hips." 

Jackie did as she was told. The grease was wearing off and her muscles were 
getting sore. Her breath came in gasps. She felt lightheaded, as she did 
after climbing flights of stairs too quickly, and her vision was blurred. 
She no longer felt him driving into her asshole. There was a great numbness 
everywhere that is, everywhere except her tits, which tingled as he pinched 
the nipples. She tried to stop panting, couldn't, and finally fell forward. 

Bob was laughing hard. His voice sounded way off. He was lying on her back. 
It was an odd feeling for Jackie. Her asshole was numb and yet she felt his 
prickly pubic hair against her butt cheeks. 

She tried to move up, but Bob's weight crushed her down to the table top. 
His cock was huge. She started to feel him as he surged forward, driving 
into her asshole like a madman. He yelped and screamed and pumped his organ 
into her slot. 

He was nearing a climax. That was good. Jackie could lie down soon and get 
some rest. She didn't hate him any more. She felt lifeless and exhausted and 
she did what was asked of her without thought. 

"Like it, baby?" he shouted. He felt like a cowboy breaking in a wild mare. 
His cock swelled with seed. In a few moments it would be over. His sperm 
would splatter in her anus and he would fall back, relieved and exhausted. 
His wife was like putty. Exhaustion had replaced humiliation. He had his 
dick stuck like a stake in her asshole and he had made her grovel like a 
fucking animal, but he wasn't finished yet. Even as the sperm welled in the 
bloated cap of his cock, he had a few tricks left. 

He slipped his hands under her belly and into her cunt. The mound was soft 
and wet. The pubic hair matted tightly in ringlets as he spread her labia 
open and found her clitoris. 

It was stout and hard. He squeezed the end, still driving hard into her 
rectum. Bob waited for the reaction to take hold. 

"Yaaaaaa!" shouted Jackie. Her cunt exploded with electricity. Jolts of 
pleasure shot back through her cunt and along her spine. She came off the 
table, sweat pouring off her flexed muscles. 

Bob continued fingernail flicking her clit button. His sperm was ready to 
shoot. The pain was terrible. It throbbed through his cock and through his 
wrinkled scrotum. He squeezed hard again! She had to come. He wanted her to! 
Her ass channel was all soft and sweaty. Her butt constricted around his 
cock. Her butt was coming like a cunt! 

"Aaaaiiieeee!!" he yelled. Man, this was too much! He pulled her humping 
hips into his crotch. Bob erupted in her asshole. Long strands of white 
gooey sperm shot into her rear. Her asshole's grip got tighter and 
tighter... still tighter! 

He fingered Jackie wildly. She was there, right on the edge of her own 
orgasm, and with a jolt of pleasure, she went over. 

Jackie's wet cunt collapsed and her ass channel flexed and the hot sperm 
coated her insides like liquid latex. She shook all over and fell forward, 
her hips churning. 

She had been drained physically and emotionally and her asshole was shot 
full of sperm and now she felt fine. 

"Come, baby, come," Bob demanded. 

He was ordering her to have another orgasm, and she was. There was no 
denying his wishes any longer. Twisting on the dinner table, squirming and 
writhing, she worked to make him happy. His dick never stopped spurting. It 
was like a fire house douching her asshole. 

Mary was also near orgasm. She worked her hand against her clitoris. It felt 
so gooood! Her legs got rubbery and she nearly collapsed against the 
stairway. She was glad to see her mother so excited. Maybe now her mother 
wouldn't be so mean. Maybe she wouldn't beat her. She rubbed the opening of 
her vagina, then jabbed a finger through the swollen labia and into the soft 
flesh within her furry slit. 

"Ooooooh!" she moaned. 

She knew her ass was in a sling if her folks found her spying down on their 
fucking, but her cunt felt so good! She wanted to dig deeper into her slit. 
Goodness, her muscles tingled! Mary was on edge. Her whole body was on the 
verge of climaxing. "Man, that's good fucking," her father laughed. He 
brought his hand down hard across her mother's flat buttocks. 

Jackie didn't move. She couldn't. Her rectum hurt terribly. Sweat slicked 
her skin. She moved to one side, flexing her legs, and groaned. Jackie felt 
like a virgin who had been raped by a dozen motorcycle thugs. 

You're an animal! A fucking no good slut of an animal for letting him do 
this to you! Jackie's inner voice hit home. She tried to convince herself 
that the situation was out of her hands. She had been raped by a man who was 
twice as big, twice as strong as she was. He was the animal! My God, it was 
sodomy! She could report him to the police she could have him arrested. 

So why didn't she? Jackie fought with her conscience. Bob stepped into his 
clothes and zipped his fly. He had never felt better. Tired, perhaps, but 
that was only to be expected when you were breaking in a virgin asshole, 
especially one as tight as Jackie's. 

He looked about the room and stopped at the stairs. Did he see movement 
below the landing? He walked over, but there was nothing. 

"I would've sworn," he began. But that was stupid. His stepdaughter was in 
bed, fast asleep. It wasn't Mary. It couldn't be. 

Mary wasn't that kind of girl. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Her stepfather left for New York the next week. There were some oil people 
he had to meet. 

Kissing him goodbye, Mary felt the urge to grab his arm and pull her 
stepdaddy close. She didn't want to be left alone on the farm with her 
mother. There were still a few days left before she had to go back to 
school. She was stuck on the farm with no place to go just her mother and 
herself and the farm. How she envied her stepfather, who got to jump on 
planes and fly halfway around the world, or go to New York and live it up on 
the company expense account! It made her tremble inside. He got to do all 
these exciting things and she had nothing. No friends, no boys to see, no 
place to go except Haven, and that was the same thing as nothing. And 
without Father around, Mother was really going to let Mary have a whacking. 

As the car drove down the unpaved road, throwing clouds of dust up in the 
air, Mary felt the urge to run away. Why did she have to wait to graduate 
and go to college? That was the dream for girls at Mary Mount School. It was 
their big chance to escape the cloistered life and be free. 

Mary wasn't sure that college would make a big change in her life. Change 
came from within, she told herself. Change came from jumping into the family 
car one day and driving off and never turning back. It meant a sudden break 
with the past. Mary still had two years of school left and that seemed like 
an eternity. She didn't think she could wait that long. 

On Wednesday, her mother went to town and Mary was alone. She wandered 
through the house, wanting to do something, not sure what. Halfway up the 
stairs she remembered her mother was gone. Mary got excited. There was the 
stack of letters in the bedroom that her stepfather had written to her 
mother from Iran. The letters came in heavy brown envelopes and smelled of 
perfume. They had to be special her mother refused to let Mary read them. 

Mary was forbidden to go into the master bedroom. She had to be careful. 
Once Mary got the hell whacked out of her butt for looking through the 
closet, and she didn't need a second reminder. 

The letters were inside the bedside table, underneath some old magazines. 
Mary slid the rubber band off the packet. She'd started to read the first 
letter when she noticed something in the drawer. 

Curious, she reached down and picked up the device. Mary shook her head, 
turning the object in her hand. She wondered what it was. Made of hard 
plastic, the device was about twelve inches long and an inch in diameter. 
The head was cone shaped while the other end looked like a handle. It 
resembled an electric toothbrush. When Mary flicked on the small switch at 
the handle base, it vibrated in her grasp. 

She put the point against her leg and yelped as electricity stung her 
muscle. The plastic head was very painful against her skin. 

Mary snapped the button off and turned the instrument in her hand. It looked 
like a small baton, then like a billy club. But that didn't make sense. Why 
put batteries inside a club, especially a plastic club that could easily 
break? No, she reasoned, there was some other use for this silly plastic 
tool. It looked like a broom handle. Then Mary laughed because all the girls 
made dirty jokes about broomhandles at school. Broomhandles and Coke bottles 
with long glass necks that the girls could use in their cunts. 

Her roommate, a prissy looking girl who acted real crazy, talked about 
jacking off on broomhandles incessantly. Mary had called her a dope. Mary 
thought broomhandles were just prep school dirty talk. It seemed so 
implausible, she didn't want to talk to her crazy roommate any more. But, 
holding the plastic baton up to the light, Mary wondered. 

She turned the conical end down toward her crotch. Oh, it's wrong, she 
thought, flushing with embarrassment. Why would her mother have such an 
awful thing? 

She turned to put the device back in the drawer. Mary felt a wonderful 
warmth in her crotch. She put a hand between her legs. The small triangle of 
her pubic hair was wet through her panties. She rubbed her crotch, working 
her cunt excitedly and looked at the dildo. The hotter she became, the more 
plausible the idea of her mother fucking her cunt with the prick shaped 
device was. 

Instead of putting the device back in the drawer where it belonged, Mary 
rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. The fresh air felt sensational 
blowing across her velvety crotch. It made her cunt hole tingle that much 
more. 

She tried to imagine her mother lying on her back with her legs parted, 
driving the baton up her hole. 

Mary was embarrassed, but she had been embarrassed the night she'd caught 
Daddy making love to her mother, and that hadn't stopped Mary from peeking 
down from the stairs while Daddy drove his cock up Mother's asshole. Already 
an itch had developed in her little cunt. It was like a small mosquito bite 
at the top of her vulva. The urge to scratch was so strong that she reached 
down and worked her fingers back and forth across the skin. 

It felt good. Rubbing her cunt always made her feel good. When she was 
finished, her fingers were shining wet. 

Which brought her attention back to the plastic thingamajig. Holding the 
plastic handle like a dagger, she opened once again and pushed the bullet 
like head along the inside of her thigh. Thrills of pleasure shot down along 
her taut white skin. She moved the smooth plastic tube up and down her leg, 
the tip barely touching her flesh. 

The effect was fantastic! It felt so good that Mary sank into the bedding 
and moaned. Her fingers pushed the cock up and down. Her daddy had done the 
same thing to her mother, except her mommy had been flipped over on her 
stomach and Daddy had driven his dick between her buttocks, into that other 
hole. 

Still, the feeling was good. Before she knew it, Mary was wiggling out of 
her wet panties and working the round end into her soft mound. It felt good, 
tickling her itchy crotch. Goosebumps appeared on her thighs, then traveled 
up along her abdomen and around the tight curve of her buttocks. The 
bedsprings squeaked as Mary rocked back and forth. The plastic cock 
continued to stir pleasure into her cunt. 

She knew it was wrong for a girl to play with her sex organs. Mary felt hot 
flashes of sensuality. She groaned, holding the stick like a man's cock. Now 
she knew the meaning of being swept away by passion. Stretching her cunt 
wide and using the plastic cock to trace lightly around her pussy lips, Mary 
felt a luxuriant, pleasing contentment. 

It was a mixed blessing. The feeling was good because her virgin cunt glowed 
with unimagined pleasure. She vibrated like a tuning fork, yet the feeling 
was bad too, because there was no boy around who would mount her willing 
body and ram his fuck stick into her slot and make her a woman. Mary was 
causing all the excitement herself, and even though she was alone and her 
panties were stinking wet and her cunt throbbed wildly and she knew no one 
would ever find out what she was doing to her crotch, Mary knew that 
masturbating was wrong. Maybe it was all right for a boy to frig his cock 
that was one thing but for a girl to jam things into her slit was quite 
another. 

But wrong or not, Mary couldn't stop tickling her cunt lips. Her channel 
opened like a throat, ready to swallow the huge plastic prick. Mary 
resisted, but the damn thing felt too good to stop now. She wanted to feel 
the shaft. It was not enough just to climax. She had to feel the device go 
into her cunt. 

She was still a virgin. In her cunt was her hymen. Pumping her thighs, she 
pushed the stick an inch through the spread labia. The plastic shaft felt 
warm and hard against her soft flesh. It was a delicious sensation. And 
what's more, she couldn't stop fucking herself with the stick now that she 
was using the shaft to drill into her cunt. 

"Aaaaaahhh!" she gasped. Her mother had groaned when being fucked, and Mary 
knew why. Her cunt was experiencing what her mother's asshole had. 

A sweet, throbbing sensation pervaded her skin. Holding the cock firmly, she 
inched her cunt hole down, wiggling her hips on the bed sheets. Her mouth 
opened and closed, holding back the scream. The terrible tingling shot 
through her body. Her cunt was itchy. Whatever feelings of guilt the young 
girl had quickly vanished, to be replaced by stirrings of deep satisfaction. 

She had terrible guilt feelings. Closing her eyes, she saw hideous visions 
of her girl friend at prep school ramming a broom handle into her cunt. A 
throbbing started in her hot slot and worked through her pee hole, where it 
pulsed like an overworked muscle. 

Her flesh spread open for the shaft, then sucked around the slippery 
plastic, gripping it like a holster grips a gun. It went in and in, then a 
sharp, piercing pain deep in her crotch made Mary scream. She stopped. 

Pain swept through her abdomen and came to rest in the center of her brain. 
It was a terrible, screaming pain. She pulled back on the shaft, but that 
hurt, too. She took her hands away and breathed deeply. 

Mary thought she had accidentally ruptured herself, but looking down at the 
rippled plastic handle that stuck out of her slit like a harpoon, she 
realized the pain came from her hymen or rather, what was left of her hymen. 

"Oh! Ohhh!" she gasped. 

Her eyes snapped open. The foot long cock was stuck deep in her cunt hole. 
She experienced a creepy sensation, as if she was watching someone else 
fucking with the stick. Her fingers trembled. She held the cock. Somehow, 
one finger flicked the button on the side. 

The dildo began to hum in her snatch. She didn't feel much at first, just a 
low grade vibration, then power exploded in her womb. Her frazzled nerves 
balled tight, then erupted like a volcano. 

"Yaaaaaa!" she screamed. Mary was scared shitless. She bucked on the bed and 
rolled around, grabbing at the dildo, unable to pull the device from her 
cunt. Her channel walls had collapsed around the plastic shaft, and nothing 
was going to drag the zinging shape from her twat. 

Her hips rocked on the squeaking bed. She held onto the joy stick between 
her legs, her fingers squeezing the handle for dear life. 

It was terrible, so terrible that Mary screamed again and again. It was so 
awful that her tiny clitoris started to burn. Mary thought her bladder was 
going to betray her and let pee splash down on her sweltering thighs. 

That's what she felt. She was much too excited. The hum of the vibrating 
cock was music to her ears. Her twat climaxed once, twice, then again and 
again and again. There seemed no end to the number of times that her cunt 
could come against the plastic dick. 

Mary was not about to stop. She kept fucking, working the shaft when her 
cunt went soft. She humped vigorously when her channel spasmed around the 
cock. On and on it went, until Mary was exhausted. 

And the batteries were worn out. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Mary managed to find some new batteries for the dildo, but it wasn't long 
before her mother found out. Her stepfather was still in New York, his 
business trip stretched an extra week. He wouldn't be back until Mary was in 
school. 

Mary knew she had to be careful around her mother, but she was a kid with a 
new toy. She couldn't stop going to the bedroom to use the dildo when her 
mother was away. 

Rid of her hymen, Mary got to be an expert with the slender plastic cock. 
She learned how to work it into her cunt and massage the slippery channel 
walls with the tingling head and to tease the stubby clit button at the top 
of her snatch. 

Mary was in the bedroom when her little secret was discovered. She was 
spread out on the bed, her tummy hugging the bedspread, her hand feeding 
dildo up through her cunt. She had pushed the head into her slit and turned 
over and was hunched up, her weight straining against her thighs, trying to 
push the dildo into her snatch with her fingers, when Jackie walked in. 

Jackie had cut short her trip into Haven. She heard the moaning almost 
immediately. "What's . that daughter of mine doing?" she asked herself. | 
Deep down, she probably knew. Any woman could easily recognize the lusty 
resonance in the girl's voice. There was pain and pleasure in the way she 
moaned, a rhythmic cadence that suggested only one thing. 

Still, Jackie was astonished. She walked in and saw the rounded cheeks of 
her daughter's ass staring back at her. Mary's thighs moved back and forth, 
and from the inverted V of her crotch protruded her dildo. 

Jackie's white plastic dildo was jammed halfway up her daughter's cunt. 
Jackie stared, fascinated. The antique dealer, her lover, had bought it for 
her as a joke, but it was no laughing matter when the rounded head wormed 
its way into her cooze. Jackie had qualms about using the fuck stick, yet it 
was too much fun to throw away. 

But her daughter! My God, Mary was ramming the stick up her cunt! The white 
handle looked obscene trailing out of her twat. She felt ill. She slumped 
against the wall. 

Mary was moaning louder, talking to her dildo as if the vile thing were a 
lover. "Ohhhh, fuck me," Mary moaned. 

Jackie's vision cleared. The room was filled with the stink of her 
daughter's weeping cunt. Jackie's nostrils flared. She had never smelled 
anything so disgusting in her whole life. 

Anger pulsed through her veins. She was mad, her fingers balling into fists, 
ready to strike her daughter. How could she? she thought. How could her 
daughter do this to her? 

Jackie spotted her daughter's rumpled blue jeans by the bed. A thin leather 
belt ran through the loops, the buckle gleaming in the sunlight. Amazingly, 
her daughter was not aware of Jackie's presence. Jackie stepped forward and 
gripped the belt free in one motion and brought the end down hard against 
her daughter's rump. 

"Aaaaaaiiieee!!" Mary shouted. 

The wonderful sensation in her cunt turned to pain. The leather snapped 
against her skin and the pain exploded through her nerves. At first she 
thought the dildo was responsible for the stinging sensation in her butt. It 
almost felt good. She jammed the baton deeper, feeling her twat lips suck on 
the plastic. Then the belt came down again, this time on the tender skin of 
her rump cheeks and Mary screamed out in pain. Again the belt found the 
mark, and again she fell, screaming with fright. She looked up at Jackie and 
revulsion filled her mind. 

Revulsion tempered with fear. Her eyes were wide. Mary watched the belt 
raise high above her mother's head and then come down against her breast. 
The end found her pink nipple, still erect from the throbbing passion 
coursing through the walls of her cunt. "Yaaaaa!!" she screamed. 

Jackie didn't say a word. She was full of hatred. The belt gave Jackie angry 
power, a way to fight back, and she used it skillfully. 

Jackie studied the cringing figure of her daughter with a cold, calculating 
stare. Her skin was feverishly hot. Sweat moistened her crotch and 
underarms. Her daughter was curled up in a ball at the head of the bed, 
clutching a pillow between . her trembling thighs. Jackie wanted to strip 
naked before her daughter's frightened gaze and then whip the shit out of 
her. 

The dildo was on the bed, where it had popped out of Mary's cunt hole. 

Jackie held out her hand. "Give," she said. 

Quickly Mary reached for the dildo and handed ; it to her mother. The 
plastic rod felt unusually heavy in her palm when she closed her fingers 
tightly around the handle. It had been a long time since she had used the 
dildo. The plastic stick felt odd now. She looked at her daughter. Mary now 
lay on her back, her legs curled, but not so shut Jackie could not see the 
fluff of blonde pubic hair in her crotch. Below the hair was her raised, 
pouty cunt mound. Jackie held the dildo up. The shaft was gleaming with 
pussy juice. The room was filled with her daughter's sex odor. It hung in 
the air like a vapor cloud, covering them both. 

"Mommy," began Mary. She was scared within an inch of her life. She had to 
do something. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. She was flooded 
with anxiety that paralyzed every nerve in her shivering body. It hurt to 
breathe, but Mary had to do something. 

She couldn't lie still and let her mommy beat her with the leather belt. 
Maybe she deserved a beating for stealing the dildo... she felt guilty as 
hell. Looking up into her mother's hate filled eyes, then letting her gaze 
fall to the belt in her twitching hand, Mary knew pleading for mercy would 
do no good. 

"Who said you could go into my room?" Jackie demanded. 

Mary remained silent. What could she say? 

Her mother held the dildo like a dagger. It was like she would use it on her 
own daughter's cunt. 

Mary's muscles flinched and she felt a sharp pain in her asshole. Maybe she 
wants to use it there," Mary thought. It was a horrible thought, but a 
realistic one, considering the way her stepfather had thrown her mother on 
the table and jammed his dick way up inside her rectum. Maybe that was 
Mother's way of getting off! She pulled the pillow between her thighs and 
felt her cunt press against the starched linen case. It tickled her wet 
twat. She pulled it away and noticed the tiny stain. 

She was ashamed. Her hole was still wet from the dildo and her mother was 
going to whallop her for using it. 

"I'm sorry, Mother," Mary murmured. "I had no right to take it." 

Then the belt cracked and pain exploded on her shoulder. Mary screamed, 
grabbing her wounded flesh. Looking up, her eyes dancing frantically, she 
saw her mother's thin smile split at the corners, exposing fine, white 
teeth. 

She loves this, Mary thought. She's loving this. 

Wait a goddamn minute. Mary was humiliated, but there were limits to every 
thing. Her blood beat fiercely in her chest. Already her mother's arm was 
coming back, ready to lash out again with the belt. This time, Mary was 
going to stand her ground. 

The leather snapped once more. Mary grabbed the end as it came down through 
her breasts and snapped viciously at her cunt. The wet thatch of fur over 
her cunt turned to fire. She wanted to whimper and cry until the beating was 
over, but she knew if she submitted, the beating would go on and on. She 
grabbed the belt and yanked it away from her mother, who stood straight as a 
board, too surprised to move. 

Mary pulled the belt back and lashed out. It missed Jackie completely. Her 
mother stepped out of the way, watching the leather tip sail past her face. 
One foot tripped. Suddenly the room was spinning madly. Jackie was falling 
and twisting at the same time. The room exploded with twinkling stars as 
her head hit the door. 

Jackie was knocked unconscious, her body sprawled on the floor like a sack 
of flour, and | above her stood her daughter, holding the whip and 
whimpering softly. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Bob Anderson hadn't seen his old buddy, Charlie Johnson, for three months. 
They had both worked for the same oil company, Textron, and were both in 
Iran, but somehow their paths never crossed after the first week. 

Charlie had done some geological work and then was sent back to New York. 
When Bob arrived, his old buddy Charlie was at the door to meet him. 

"Man, you look good," said Charlie, shaking hands. 

Bob was a physical fitness enthusiast. He prided himself on keeping fit. 
Charlie, on the other hand, hated exercise or at least he hated the jogging 
and weightlifting crowd. His idea of exercise was working ten hours a day at 
the office and then going back to his penthouse to have a small orgy with 
the teenage girls that always parked themselves on his doorstep. "We had 
some good times in Teheran," Bob said. 

'Those cathouses were something," said Charlie expansively. He leaned his 
chair back against the thick safety glass window. Forty stories below was 
Madison Avenue, with throngs of busy people hurrying in all directions. Bob 
hated the city. It | was expensive and dirty and congested and falling 
apart. Even the old expression, "It's a great place to visit, but I wouldn't 
want to live there," had a false ring to it. Now the city wasn't even worth 
a visit. 

A young secretary walked in with a pile of unopened mail to place on 
Charlie's desk. Bob stared at her long, shapely legs and her trim waist and 
curving bustline. She was twenty six, with the looks of an aspiring actress. 
He imagined her naked. Underneath the thin pantsuit and I sheer panties was 
flawless skin, smooth as velvet. Her pubes were gentle pink mounds, no 
doubt, and as she bent slightly to put the mail down, he wondered what her 
vulva was like. Probably a nice smooth mound with a shag of scented pubic 
hair covering the swollen red lips of her cunt, he decided. 

"Your mail, Mr. Johnson," the secretary said, very professional. She was not 
cold and business like, but she wasn't very warm either. She was sexy enough 
to give him a swelling in his crotch, but then every pretty girl turned Bob 
on. It's just the way he was. 

"Honey, damn, I forgot your name," said Charlie, turning slightly in his 
chair. At the same time he gave Bob a knowing wink. "You dropped one on the 
floor." 

"Indeed I did," said the secretary. She stooped over to fetch the white 
envelope, her dress rising several inches above the knee. It was hardly a 
suggestive motion on the secretary's part, but suddenly, Charlie's hand 
reached between her pearly white thighs and pushed up along her leg. His 
hand disappeared into her clothing. Bob sat watching it all, his wide open 
eyes seeing Charlie groping the girl's twat, but his mind refused to believe 
it. 

But Charlie was. And from the position of his arm and the girl's bent 
figure, Charlie's finger just had to be up her cunt! My God, Bob thought. 
He's gone mad! 

The secretary came alive as if jabbed in the ass by a pin. She leaped 
forward. "YAAAAAM!" she screamed. She turned around, appalled and 
frightened. It didn't really happen, she was thinking. It just didn't! 

Charlie was chuckling. He held his finger up and took a sniff. 

"Baby, you may be new to Textron Oil," he said matter of factly, "but that's 
one nice pussy." He licked his fingers lasciviously. 

The secretary stumbled backward. "You bastard," she said, finding her 
voice. She had been too stunned to speak. "You filthy, lecherous bastard! I 
hope you rot in hell." 

She slammed the door, leaving Charlie at his desk licking his fingers before 
a surprised Bob Anderson. "You can't do that shit," Bob blurted out. 

"This isn't Iran, Charlie. This is New York, a sophisticated city." 

Indeed, New York was the biggest, most sophisticated city in the United 
States. It was the place where the money was made, where the corporate deals 
affecting the lives of millions of people were drawn up, and where the 
beautiful people lived and screwed each other. 

If New York had lost some of the tinsel and glamour that was associated with 
wealth and sophistication, it still had plenty of clout. The Big Apple 
would not put up with the crass lack of panache that Americans, especially 
those rawboned types who worked for oil companies, exhibited overseas. You 
didn't walk down the street sticking your hand between a woman's legs and 
expect to get away with it. At least not for long. 

"We had some good times in Iran," Charlie ventured. 

Bob didn't have to be reminded. Iran really wasn't his cup of tea. He didn't 
care for the curious customs of the Moslems, and if the truth were known, he 
was prejudiced against Arabs as a whole. They were a slimy, wretched race. 
When they weren't trying to kill each other, Arabs were trying to steal 
from tourists. The cities in the Middle East were filthy, the people 
disgusting and if there wasn't so damn much oil underneath all that 
worthless sand, Bob would have had no qualms about giving the whole mess 
over to the Israelis. Let them muck around in that godforsaken part of the 
world. Pave the whole bloody area with asphalt and call it a parking lot. 
Bob disliked the Middle East. But the dirty bastards did have some pretty 
children, whom they didn't mind sharing with their Western Imperialist 
friends. 

He turned to Charlie and grinned. "Those were fine days," Bob admitted. 

"Damned if they weren't," Charlie laughed. For a long moment, the two 
friends sat in silence, brought together by the memory of their adventures 
in Teheran. 

Charlie turned in his swivel chair and said in a low, subdued voice, "Come 
on, Bob. I know this stinking cesspool of a city like the back of my hand. 
I'll show you a thing or two." 

"Why not?" 

Bob knew his friend and on the way down in the elevator, Bob started to 
worry. He wasn't sure about roaming the streets of New York looking for hot 
young pussy. He had a family back in Haven and a nice ramshackle farmhouse 
and a decent job that took him all around the world. An arrest now could be 
damaging. It was one thing to raise hell in a foreign country, but quite 
another to be doing the same in your own backyard. Bob didn't want to lose 
his wife. He didn't want to destroy the life he had made for himself. 

"Maybe just a drink," Bob suggested. 

Charlie just laughed. "Bullshit," he said, stepping from the elevator. The 
doorman gave a nod as Charlie passed. "A few drinks where? In some club that 
charges four bucks a drink so you can get a hard on watching some cunt dance 
naked?" Charlie laughed. "Come on," he said. "I want to show you something." 

The lot boy brought the black Ford sedan down the parking lot ramp with a 
screech. When Bob got in, he already had a thousand excuses not to go with 
his friend, but for some reason he could not make himself say no. 

Charlie drove expertly through the knots of traffic that clogged the city 
streets. After the man Arabs in Teheran, nothing bothered him any more. 
There were no street lights, no signs, no traffic police. Cars were strange, 
silly things that ; drivers played with like toys. If you could drive ; in 
Iran's capital, then you could drive anywhere. 

The streetlights came on. Charlie made several quick rights and a few lefts 
before driving down a dimly lit street with few cars on it. Up ahead, Bob 
saw flashing lights from several police cars. 

"That's the station," Charlie said. 

"What?" 

Charlie laughed. "The police station," he said. "It's after six and the vice 
have already made their first bust for the evening." 

"Why are we here?" Bob said. His blood was racing. Had his friend flipped 
out? 

"The cops make the pinch," said Charlie, pointing toward the sidewalk where 
several girls huddled. "Then their pimps post bail and they get back on the 
streets." 

Charlie pulled over to the curb and parked. 

"Now we wait," he explained. "This is the best time. All the teenybopper 
hookers are out now. By nine, the older hookers have pushed the jailbait off 
their turf. Six is the best time for young | pussy." 

Bob was too astonished to say anything. His pulse was up around one eighty 
and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. It took a while for the 
shock to wear off. My God, he thought. This is insane. I'm sitting outside a 
police station trying to pick up underage whores! This is unreal! 

Charlie tapped him on the shoulder. Bob nearly shot through the roof. 
"Easy, partner," Charlie said. "This is how things are done in New York." 

A tall, thin girl, about fifteen, walked up to the car door and knocked on 
the window. She head a lean body and a loose, sensual way of walking. Her 
small, well shaped breasts stuck through her skimpy blouse and even in the 
twilight there was no hiding her thumb size nipples. They were plump and 
rigid from rubbing against the blouse, or perhaps they were hard from the 
mouth of a lecherous New York cop. 

"Open the door," Charlie said. "Let's look her over in the light." 

Bob groaned as the hooker got in back. He looked in the rear view mirror, 
afraid to turn around. She had blonde hair, worn in loose, sexy ringlets. 
Her face was heavily made up, but there was no hiding her natural beauty. 
She had full, red lips that opened to reveal pearly white teeth and a 
lascivious tongue that flicked when she spoke. Her dark brown eyes sparkled 
brightly and Bob wondered if she wore contact lenses. She was a few pounds 
underweight, but otherwise she was a doll. Despite the nervousness brought 
on by the proximity of the cops, Bob felt passion swelling in his crotch. 
The whore's eyes never left his. Bob realized it was all part of the game, 
but it turned him on. Just looking at her pouting lips made him hard. He 
wanted to feel the warm sleeve of her throat sucking his prick. He realized 
how wrong that was, but it was foolish to lie to himself. 

"Got a match?" the hooker said. She was chewing gum and snapping it into 
tiny bubbles with her teeth and tongue. 

| "Baby, you're a dish," said Charlie, extending a lighter to the girl's 
cigarette. "How old are you, anyway?" 

'. 

"Twenty one," she answered. 

'Too old," said Charlie. "We'll get somebody ! else." 

; "Hold on," the hooker said defensively. "How ; old do you want me to be?" 

"Fifteen," said Bob, realizing after the words left his mouth that fifteen 
was his daughter's age. 

"All right," she said. "I'm fifteen. And if you care, my name is Jody and 
it's going to cost you : fifty bucks to talk to me any more." 

Charlie just laughed. He was turning around. His eyes glazed over and his 
manner turned aggressive. Bob felt queasy. He knew Charlie well and he 
didn't like the way he was looking at the girl. 

"Drop your blouse, honey," Charlie said. "Let me see your tits." Before she 
could respond, his hand came over the seat, grabbed a handful of satin 
blouse, and yanked. 

The fabric ripped at the seams. Her small tits, with oversized nipples, 
popped out at Bob's startled eyes as if her fleshy mounds were mounted on 
springs. 

"What the hell?" Jody said. 

Charlie shut her up with a forceful slap across the face. His smile was 
gone. 

"Now spread those thighs," he ordered. "I want to see that cunt. Come on, 
hike up that dress!" 

Bob thought he was going to be ill. The whore was shaking with fear. She was 
next to the door, but there wouldn't be time to escape. Charlie could grab 
her by the throat and choke her half to death before she could scream. 

"Get those thighs apart," he ordered. 

Jody sank back in the seat. Her long thin legs spread out. Each foot touched 
one side of the car. Charlie reached down into Jody's curly snatch, grabbed 
a handful of pubic hair and pulled her hips forward. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Jody screamed. The poor girl was scared to death. Charlie 
pulled on her cunt hair like it was a handle. Bob watched, horrified as 
Charlie twisted his hand clockwise before releasing his hold. 

Her cunt gleamed in the light. It was soft and white and the edges of her 
cunt lips were swollen. Bob followed the girl's cunt groove down along her 
snatch and through the bottom of her thighs where the ravine of her rump 
began. 

It was a beautiful cunt. She was small and firm, which was surprising for a 
hooker. But then Jody was only fifteen years old. Bob went from her cunt to 
her bare chest. Her nipples seemed to glow in the light. They were so big 
and inviting that Bob wanted to reach over and start sucking. 

"Well, go ahead, partner," said Charlie. 

Bob snapped his head around and stared at his friend. 

"I know what you're thinking," Charlie said. "We've been buddies for a long 
time." 

Jody started to cry now and Charlie turned quickly to the backseat and 
slapped her twice hard across the cheek. 

"Don't cry," he ordered, and Jody promptly stopped. 

"Easy on her," said Bob. 

"Easy, hell!" Charlie yelled. He pulled her face close, grabbing her by the 
neck, and squeezed until her tongue slipped between her trembling lips. He 
said, "Jody, dear, you're going to suck me off right this minute." 

His pants were unzipped and his hard cock stuck out, flickering obscenely. 
Charlie pulled her head down toward the cock that stood like an obelisk from 
the V of his crotch. 

Jody went for him. She was scared shitless,. For a moment, she thought this 
man was going to kill her. Fear had sapped her strength and now she was weak 
and helpless. There was nothing ( that could stop this man. She leaned 
forward and slid down the back of the seat. Her long, lean body was draped 
across the seat and her dress t hiked over her rump. Her mouth opened and 
her hot saliva met his rigid, erect shaft. Her saliva and then her tongue 
and then finally her sucking mouth found him. 

"Hmmmm," Charlie gasped. 

His cock pounded and he thought her mouth was too much and he was going to 
shoot his sperm down her throat right then. Maybe he had been a bit too 
rough with her, but certainly she had come around in a hurry. He disliked 
that snotty arrogance that whores tried to pass off as dignity. He wanted 
women to grovel and squirm and feel fear of their masters. Charlie wasn't a 
sadist. He knew from experience that a woman needed a few whacks now and 
then to bring her around, and this Jody broad had really come around in a 
hurry. Her lips were going crazy on his hard shaft. She was using her mouth 
like a cunt on his throbbing dong. Her lips came up and down, rippling like 
a dream across his foreskin. 

"Aaaahhh!" he groaned. 

Her mouth was too damn good. It was virginal and fresh, or so it seemed. She 
was a whore after all, but not a very experienced one. How could anything so 
wonderful be experienced? She did so many wonderful things. With no warning, 
her tongue was curling around his hard pole like an eel. The raspy surface 
felt sensational, coating his foreskin with warmth. Her fingers came down 
and found his balls. Charlie had never allowed a woman to play with his 
nuts, but it felt damn good so he didn't say no. Her nails curled around his 
hairy sac, the tips squeezing his testicles until he groaned with ecstasy. 
He thought he'd die from so much pleasure. He laid his head back against the 
headrest and grabbed her by the ears. 

"Hmmmm!" he gasped. Gently, he gripped her ears like the handles of a jar 
and moved her face up and down his tortured cock. It felt good using her 
face like a cunt! He didn't want her warm face to ever leave his crotch. It 
was much too nice to entrust to anyone else. 

"Oh, oh! Oh!" Charlie gasped in an ecstatic burble as Jody sent chills 
running up his spine with tender quick licks of tongue on his penis. 

Bob was cringing against the door. There were cops driving by every few 
minutes with fresh loads of hookers. There were girls on the street and even 
a few who walked by and peeked in to see what was happening. 

If the girl wanted to do a hum job on Charlie, well, that was fine. A few 
minutes was all right Bob could wait that out. It was going to take longer 
than a few minutes. A hell of a lot longer! And he was scared. Tension 
strained his nerves to the breaking point. He couldn't help it. A knot 
formed in his stomach, balling him up. 

He felt terrible. This Jody girl had his sympathy. He thought of his own 
daughter and felt his blood boiling. What if Mary were in a car right now 
being abused by some madman like Charlie? 

Of course, that was different, Bob rationalized. 

Jody's lips were slurping on Charlie's cock like a popsicle. He turned his 
head and watched her inverted face hunching his fuck stick. Charlie was 
drawing the girl's face down on his cock. She wasn't resisting. In fact, she 
was really into fucking. Her small breasts hung down. The huge nipples 
pointed at the ground and Bob felt another knot in his chest. This one was 
from anger. 

All this time he had thought of his daughter Mary. Well, this girl was a 
whore. She was not his daughter and never could be. This Jody girl, who used 
her mouth like some girls used their cunts was no different than the silly 
Arab cunts. Charlie had whipped them, and tonight he had beaten Jody. 

Bob thought of twelve year old Arabic daughters who thought it was a big 
silly game to squat over while Bob ram fucked their cunts from the rear. 
Their tight, juiceless cunt sleeves had been so nice! They squealed like all 
children squeal, but it was wonderful pussy. His balls ached just 
remembering how nice that pussy meat had been. 

Bob was interrupted by Charlie's voice. 

"This cunt is hot!" he shouted. "Come on, amigo. Fuck her! Fuck her cunt 
while she's hot." 

Without thinking, Bob jumped in the back seat. He pulled his pants open, 
nearly ripping the fly apart. He stripped, then was squatting on the seat, 
his cock sticking straight up like a flagpole. The dim light reflected off 
the twin curves of her rump. He ran his palm up her trembling thigh and over 
the twin cheeks of her ass. Man, she was warm and soft all the way up to the 
pink ravine of her ass! 

He reached deeper. His mind was in turmoil. Jody's lovely ass cheeks flexed 
against his hand. Bob was so excited that he nearly yanked her over the seat 
and forced her to squat on his pecker, but she was still sucking on 
Charlie. The seat back would have to do. 

Her ass looked nice, he thought, caressing her rump. There was no reason to 
dominate Jody like he had his wife. Jody was already broken in If he wanted 
to ass fuck this fifteen year old nympho, then he could just slide right in. 
Her butt was tight, but Jody would never say no she was too fucking scared. 
And besides, she dug sucking Charlie. 

He could ponder her ass forever, but her cunt was wetting the vinyl seat and 
he remembered how her mound gleamed in the light. Now he wanted to fuck that 
gorgeous mound, and he was going to, right that minute. 

He pulled up on her thighs. With a smooth,! upward movement, Bob guided his 
fuck pole through the ravine of her ass and found the puckered hole of her 
cunt. 

Her hips lunged forward. She quivered against him. Her butt cheeks were 
fleshy, wonderful. He rode forward until her cunt lips sucked on his 
circumcised pole. 

"Man, what a tight pussy!" he gasped. 

Up he glided. Her tush spilled open and her channel received him. It was a 
wonderful sensation. Charlie screamed from the front seat, which meant only 
one thing. Bob laughed wildly. He pulled on Jody's ass cheeks and slid his 
cock into her sleeve and laughed and laughed. 

There was nothing better than jailbait pussy. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

He took the "red eye" flight home. There were only three other passengers on 
the flight, all businessmen, all sound asleep. That left him with three 
stewardesses. One was named Trixie, a curvaceous young thing with ripe 
breasts and slender hips. She gave him the two drink limit and promised him 
a third if he followed her to the front cabin. 

It was a midnight flight and he was just another passenger. There was no way 
Trixie would see him again. 

He started to say no. After all, he had just finished fucking the nicest 
piece of poontang he could remember and his cock was raw and exhausted. It 
hung like a Vienna sausage from his crotch. But a stewardess had never 
approached him before and his curiosity got the best of him. 

"I could use a drink." 

"Gin and tonic?" she said, splashing the contents of a one shot into a 
glass drink Trixie held at arm's length, motioning coyly for him to follow 
her to the bathroom. He did. 

First class compartments are bigger and more pleasant than coach. The 
bathrooms are twice as big, too. 

Bob held the gin and tonic while Trixie reached into his pants and pulled 
out his cock. She caressed him tenderly, massaging life into the flaccid, 
shriveled shaft. Bob started to grow in Trixie's hands. 

He looked for a place to rest the gin and tonic as he wanted both hands free 
to work Trixie's smiling face back and forth across his prick. 

Then he felt a tug on his cock. Trixie was smiling impishly as she held his 
hard on. 

"I'd like the drink," she said. Then tugging on his cock, added, "And stir 
it, bartender." 

It was game time, he thought. He pulled the glass down at his crotch and 
pushed his dick into the liquid. Bob stirred the contents with his prick. 

"Twist of lemon," he said. 

Trixie was agitated. She nearly fell off the commode. It was a game between 
them, one played by grownups. Bob was an expert at gamesmanship. He 
stirred the liquid and pulled his cock from the glass. Frightened and 
trembling, Trixie watched him shoot several drops of pee into the drink and 
then stir again. 

"Drink up," he said, grinning. He had to laugh. Trixie was a silly cunt who 
tried to embarrass men by being very up front about sex. He knew the type. 
Trixie was up front about sex without really knowing anything about it. He 
blamed women's lib for turning a generation of good looking pussy into a 
bunch of intellectual marshmallows. 

"Drink," he ordered again. 

Trixie held the glass to her mouth, then, closing her eyes, swallowed the 
whole thing in three gulps. 

No sooner was she finished than Bob had her dress hiked up around her waist. 
He clawed at her panties. Trixie didn't resist. 

She was so excited that she nearly orgasmed when he found the elastic band 
of her panties and tore them off. 

"I feel so strange," she moaned. The tingle in her hole was fantastic. Her 
cunt was all drippy wet with pungent smelling juice. 

Bob wiggled his cock up her thigh and held her by the butt cheeks while he 
fed dick into her slot. 

Trixie closed her eyes and groaned as Bob entered her cunt. But his 
slamming her rump against the compartment wall and fucking her cunt with 
slam bang strokes brought her eyelids open in a hurry. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" she cried. She dug her nails into his shoulders. Her cunt 
squeezed down on his fuck stick. She pushed her silken mound against his 
cock, throwing her clitoris against his hard belly like a match against a 
striker and her body erupted in one orgasm after another. 

Trixie came once, then again and again and again. Her cunt never stopped 
working magic. She was wildly wet and soft as silk and when his prick 
exploded, she was too exhausted to do anything. 

Her cunt sleeve sucked his juice and her butt wiggled and her hips thrust 
until he leaked down both sides of her thighs. His come splashed 
everywhere. 

Bob groaned, then eased off, letting Trixie drop to the floor and finish her 
sexual labors by sucking him dry. Her wet, frantic mouth felt sensational 
around his cock. 

Trixie was a goddamn joy! She was a real find. After draining his balls down 
her throat, he removed two one dollar bills from his wallet and stuffed 
them into her cleavage. 

"Thanks for the drink," he said, then walked out of the compartment, leaving 
Trixie slumped, sperm dripping from her lower lip. 

The flight home had been a pleasant surprise. It had been a good trip all 
the way around, so, stepping off the plane in the wee hours of the morning, 
he was not ready for the surprise his wife had waiting for him. 

He spotted her in the passenger waiting room, her face puffy from crying. 
There were deep black marks under her eyes, bags caused by sleeplessness. 
She ran across the linoleum and threw her arms around Bob. 

"Mary has run away!" She broke into tears and cried against Bob's shoulder. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The first three days, driving across the country wasn't bad. Mary had been 
lucky. Well, almost lucky. She had run from the house after knocking her 
mother unconscious, knowing she had to get away, but not certain where to 
go. 

If only her father had been home! But he hadn't been and she had to make up 
her own mind in a hurry. 

Stumbling through her bedroom, Mary gathered things up and ran. Her mother 
was lying by the bed, knocked out cold. Maybe I killed her, thought Mary. 
Even as she ran down the rutted road, her lungs screaming for air, Mary 
thought about the highway up ahead. The road that would get her away from 
home, away from her mother. 

The sky was black as ink. She had no idea what time it was. Perhaps it was 
late and no car would stop. She had never hitchhiked before. It was so new 
and terrifying that she wanted to break down and start sobbing, but she 
couldn't. There wasn't time. Her mother was back in the bedroom, maybe 
getting up right at that moment. Mary put her thumb out at a fast moving 
car. The headlights grew bigger. She was blinded for a moment as the car 
whizzed past. Her dress blew up around her waist. Mary realized she had wet 
her panties. 

She touched her crotch. Her pubic hair was wet all right, but not from pee. 
It was lubricant leaking out of her slit like sap oozing from a tree. 

There was nothing coming down the highway. The wind kicked up, bending the 
elephant grass along the drainage canals at the side of the road. A harvest 
moon cast a glimmer of light. The country was peaceful. Mary could just 
hear the blue jays whooping it up in the oak tree at the side of the 
driveway. Terror held her in a powerful grip. Her knees knocked together. 

Mother is up. I know she is. And she's calling the police right this minute! 

Down the road she saw two faint dots of light streaming from headlights. She 
knew it was a truck. The headlights were too high for a passenger car. 

I'm getting on that truck, she told herself. I don't care if he runs me 
over. I'm going to stop him! The blood pounded in her temples, blurring her 
vision. The truck came closer and closer. There was no hesitation on Mary's 
part. She stood at the shoulder, waving her bag, getting the driver's 
attention. Her dress blew up again, exposing her wet panties. This time she 
didn't fluff the hem down. She let her dress blow free. No man could resist 
such a sight. A lone female hitchhiking at night with her dress flying 
about? Mary realized what happened to young girls who hitchhiked alone. She 
could be raped. A terrifying thought, but she accepted the possibility. 

If she was raped she would not fight. Waving her arm, she felt secure with 
this knowledge. The truck was slowing down. It was a huge machine with an 
enormous trailer. 

On the passenger door were half a dozen license plates. Mary spotted one 
from California. She let out a joyful whoop. 

"California, Mister?" she asked, crawling up into the seat. The driver was a 
burly man, with two days' growth of beard covering his fleshy cheeks. He had 
shoulder length hair, held out of his eyes by an Indian headband. 

"Just get in, lady," he said. The door shut behind her with the hissing 
sound a passenger bus makes. "I'm in the middle of the road and damned if I 
want to get run down by the fuzz." 

The truck started off. She watched him working the gears and felt a chill 
along her spine. The wind was blowing outside and, as they drove on, she 
looked back and thought she saw the porch light go on. She couldn't be sure. 
Besides, it didn't matter any more. The truck was moving briskly along the 
two lane highway, away from the house. Away from her mother's grasp. 

Mary must have dozed off for a moment. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the 
truck had parked off the shoulder. The driver was next to her, his hands 
stroking her thigh. 

"Sweetie," he whispered. "You're just beautiful." 

Mary cringed away. Her hand went to the door handle immediately, but she 
made no motion. If it was going to happen... she thought, it was going to 
happen and nothing she did was going to stop it. Her body shook 
uncontrollably. Her blouse was open and the cool air hardened her nipples. 
She moved awkwardly on the seat, her butt squeaking against the leather. 

"You smell ripe as a Macintosh apple," he leered. His breath smelled of 
cigarettes and peppermint Lifesavers and he was sucking air in hard, 
panting like a dog in heat. His hand snaked under her blouse and toyed with 
her nipples until she wanted to scream. Her legs opened just enough for him 
to fish through her thighs and massage her furry cunt pelt. 

"Damn, you are ripe as they come," he giggled. 

It was not the way one talked to a woman. Fred Newman realized that and he 
felt guilty if only for a moment. His family may have been poor, but they 
were closely knit. No one blamed Newman for lacking manners. 

But this girl was something else. She was blonde and fair skinned and her 
blue eyes twinkled like stars. She had small breasts, but they were firm, 
fleshy mounds with hard nipples that jutted out like pencil erasers. He had 
never met a woman like Mary before. 

As his hand started moving up and down her thighs, she didn't try to stop 
him. That infuriated him at first. Maybe she's a hooker, he thought. But 
then he found her slot, all nice and wet. His finger went between her cunt 
folds, jerking in and out like a berserk billy club, drawing away from her 
firm, juicy twat only to ram back in. 

This girl was no hooker. Damn, she was a nice piece of tail to be out on the 
road looking for a man. Fred didn't understand the young girls these days. 
He was only twenty five himself, but he felt like an old man next to the 
youngsters growing up these days. They did anything for a thrill. It was 
amazing. Girls would fuck and lick and suck damn near anybody just for the 
pure joy of having tried something new. His father would have been 
disgusted, but Fred wasn't. 

He turned on like an electric train. His cock was so hard he was afraid 
sperm would shoot out the end before he could jam the wedge shaped head into 
Mary's slippery cunt. His hand was wet from her juice. Her little cunt was 
tight as a button. She squirmed like an eel against his wiggling fingers. 
She was hot real hot. The smell of her cunt filled the truck cab. It hung 
like a thick cloud and the heat of their twisting, thrusting bodies made 
them both sweaty. 

Mary was excited. She didn't know what was happening to her, but it was 
absolutely tremendous, whatever it was. Her crotch rose and fell and she 
cried, "Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YES!" 

She was going to explode like a firecracker. The feeling of a man's finger 
in her cunt filled her body with so much pleasure that Mary wondered how 
long she could stand it. She wiggled on the seat, clutching for his cock. 
Her hand was shaking when she found the cylinder of prick. Fred's cock was 
long enough, but he was so amazingly thick her fingers could barely get 
around the outside. He was so big it took her breath away. Her cunny was 
soaked and leaking juice at a wild pace, but feeling his cock made her 
crotch even hotter. 

He'll rip me in two! His cock is so big! That dildo was big, but nothing 
like this cock. He's built like a fireplug! 

"Come here!" Fred ordered. Her fingers were jerking his foreskin and he 
hated to make her stop, but he wanted to fuck. He had to fuck, and it had to 
be soon! 

"Spread your legs!" he snapped. 

She did. Fred nearly climaxed when he pushed her dress up across her chest 
and saw her gleaming cunt. The smell was fantastic. It made his mouth water. 
The sight of her swollen cunt lips, pushed back, exposing the pink flesh 
underneath, made his cock ache. 

Fred pulled her thighs. She was loose, excited and willing. Something seemed 
to seize her whole body. Rockets exploded in her nerves. Mary tugged on his 
cock like a subway strap. The torpedo shaped dick came closer and closer. 

The girl gasped. She twisted on the seat, her thighs spread flat and her 
buttocks hunched up forming a nice mound. Fred said nothing. He pushed the 
head of his cock into the mound and began to penetrate. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed. 

Fred didn't stop pushing his pecker into her fast opening cunt hole. She was 
screaming underneath him and he could smell her breath as she panted in his 
face. 

"Hurrrrry!" Mary moaned. 

Sweat poured from Fred's face. He folded his hands behind Mary's wiggling 
butt and pulled her cunt sleeve up, using her rump cheeks as handles. His 
legs trembled as his prick found her softness. He was feeling her sucking 
cunt warmth all around his inflamed fuck wand and nothing could make him 
stop, absolutely nothing! 

Staring down at her face, he said, "Fuck, baby. Fuck with that nice, 
wonderful cunt!" 

Fred dropped her butt and followed her crotch to the vinyl seat. His cock 
rammed into her soft channel, driving deep into her sex hole. Her lissome 
body arched up to grab his cock securely. Her nipples were thick and fat and 
inviting. Fred buried his head into her breasts, his mouth finding the 
pulsating ends as his tongue came down hard, licking wildly. 

Mary screamed! 

His cock stuck in her belly like a fire hydrant. Her little virgin hole was 
being fucked by an animal. His mouth sent jolts of pleasure to the ends of 
her tits. His hard dick and wet mouth made her nerves explode like 
firecrackers. Her hole was hot and moist. It fit around his pecker like a 
glove a wet, sticky glove! Each twitch of his cock sent new spasms of 
pleasure roaring through her cunt. 

Her skinny body came alive. Despite his overwhelming weight advantage, Mary 
lifted her hips off the seat and took him with her! She was possessed with 
inhuman strength. Fred groveled on her body, sucking her tits and fucking 
her cunt. His balls swung between her thighs, banging against her flesh with 
every thrust of his pumping hips. 

Her pussy shrunk down. It grew tighter and tighter until her vagina was raw 
from fucking. Mary knew nothing about fucking, except that it felt so 
goddamn good she didn't want it to stop. 

Not ever! 

"Oh, oh, I feel funny," Mary gasped. Her vagina was all wrinkled up like a 
raisin. His cock was still going lickety split up her twat and she didn't 
know what to think, and then she shrieked out her wild climax and her cunny 
gripped the thrusting pecker and held him so tight he couldn't move. 

"Yaaaaa!!" Fred yelled. His pecker grew bigger and bigger and finally 
exploded in her cunt, showering the drawn walls with thick, hot sperm. 

His come burned a trail through her belly. It felt like a hot poker being 
shoved into her slot, but there was no pain, none at all, just wonderful 
pleasure as her pussy soaked up his juice like a sponge. 

She collapsed on the seat and pumped her thighs. Her cunt was all liquid 
fire and that was fine. 

That was fucking fantastic! 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mary was gone. 

She had run away from home and the police didn't have a single clue to her 
whereabouts. The sheriff's deputy had been little help. 

He had tried to comfort Bob Anderson that night when he came running into 
the substation, screaming about his missing daughter. 

"Runaways usually come back within twenty four hours," the deputy said. 

Well, it had been a week and Mary wasn't home, and it didn't look like his 
darling daughter was going to come home. Filled with fear and anger, he had 
returned home ready to kill. 

His wife had gotten in the way. 

He remembered the scene vividly. It could never be erased from his mind. 

Fred forced Jackie to sit down and tell him everything. She was reluctant at 
first, but he was not taking no for an answer. 

Jackie rambled on about finding their daughter using the giant dildo she 
kept in her bedside table. It had been an accident, Jackie explained, wiping 
the tears from the comers of her eyes. She hadn't meant to overreact. It 
just happened. 

"She's my daughter, too!" Jackie screamed. 

Bob listened quietly, nodding his head as his wife rambled on with her 
monstrous story. The anger built inexorably. He tried to imagine his 
daughter, experimenting with sex for the first time, being discovered by her 
enraged, half crazy mother. It made him feel sick. He was so angry he wanted 
to puke. 

No wonder she ran away, Bob thought. His fifteen year old daughter was 
probably never coming home again. Maybe it had been all right once for a 
girl to take off from home for a few days. But after New York, after seeing 
how runaways ended up, Bob knew how terrible leaving home could be. 

He remembered Charlie grabbing that poor, scared prostitute by the cunt hair 
and pulling her across the seat. Maybe somewhere, right that minute, some 
perverted bastard was doing the same thing to Mary. 

His poor little girl! 

The hurt welling inside him was unstoppable. The grief made him irrational. 
It drove him crazy. 

"Get the dildo," he told his wife. 

She quietly obeyed. Jackie went to the bedroom and returned, holding the 
long plastic cock out for her husband. 

It was an enormous thing, the biggest he had ever seen, even bigger than the 
ones the whores in Paris used. He gripped the handle and studied the long 
white shaft. He tried to imagine this fearsome device stuck in his 
daughter's cunt. The shaft was filled with batteries, and it was capable of 
producing a thousand volts of electric charge. It had the power of a cattle 
prod and he imagined that electric current exploding against the tender 
membranes of his daughter's twat. 

"Take off your clothes," he said quietly. 

"Do what?" his wife said, rising off the chair. Her voice quavered. She 
couldn't believe her ears. "Do what? Like hell I will!" 

She made a break for the door, but Bob's leg caught her ankles. She spilled 
heavily to the floor. 

After that, everything seemed to blur together. He remembered ripping away 
her clothes and throwing them aside. His wife screamed and kicked like a 
wild mare, but he had her down and nothing escaped his vise like grip. 

His cock grew hard. It pushed against his pants. He was horny, there was no 
denying that. His wife was fantastic no matter how you fucked her, but he 
wasn't searching for pleasure at least not the type he was used to. He was 
going to punish his wife. It was only fair, especially after the cruel way 
Jackie had treated his daughter. 

Spreading her thighs, Bob grabbed the dildo and pushed the conical head up 
through her quivering rump cheeks and against the pink button that was her 
asshole. 

"You bastard, I'll kill you!" Jackie screamed. She twisted backward with 
surprising force and bit him on the leg. 

Bob screamed. Her teeth sank into his muscle, breaking the skin. 

"Cunt!" he roared, backhanding her across the face. The blow snapped her 
head back. Blood rushed to her cheek. For a second, she forgot about her 
butt. Her muscles went soft as modeling clay. It wasn't much time, but it 
was enough for Bob to take the torpedo shaped cock and ram it into her 
sphincter. 

"Aaaaaiiieeee!!" Jackie screamed. 

Her hips shot toward the ceiling. If her butt hole hadn't been so soft the 
dildo would have split her ass open. As it was, Bob had really stretched the 
little hole all out of shape. He buried the artificial cock a foot inside 
his wife. The rounded head pressed against her rectum. 

Then he turned on the fuck wand! 

Her rump cheeks snapped shut and her body went straight as a board. She 
began to vibrate. She shook and shimmied like a belly dancer, lying on the 
floor. Only her buttocks showed any motion. 

"Oooooo!" she gasped. 

Her voice was low and mournful. He watched her face contort with passion. 
Her eyes had a funny glazed look, as if she were looking through him at 
something far distant. 

Bob reached for her buttocks, all set to start ramming the fuck stick in and 
out of her puckered asshole. He stopped abruptly. 

There was no need. She started screaming and kicking and humping all at 
once. The dildo crackled in her rectum. It sent jolt after jolt of electric 
shock up her butt. 

And that's how Bob Anderson left home to go search for his missing daughter 
with a plastic dick shoved up his wife's asshole! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

It took five days to get to California, and by that time Fred and Mary were 
good friends. She was loose and carefree with him, behavior which was 
unusual for Mary. At home she was so prim and proper. Fred was a nice guy, 
and after a shave and shower at one of the truck stops, he looked handsome, 
in a rugged sort of way. 

The Southwest was hotter than she had expected. The truck had no air 
conditioning, and after a little prodding, she decided to take her clothes 
off and ride naked. 

"How do you feel?" Fred asked. 

She was covered with a thin layer of sweat and the seat was wet from her 
flesh. A truck roared by and the driver, spotting Mary bouncing up and down, 
gave a blast of his air horn. 

"I feel wonderful," Mary said. 

Indeed, she had no idea running away from home could be so nice. The girls' 
school had bred a lifestyle so rigid into her that it seemed suffocating. 

Fred's way of life was totally different. He was the salt of the earth, a 
truck driver who was happy driving back and forth across the country. 

The only part she didn't like was the loneliness. How he could put up 
driving alone for days and even weeks at a time she didn't know. Mary could 
never do it. She needed people around her. 

The trip came to an abrupt end just after they climbed into the mountains on 
the way into San Diego. 

"I'm going to leave you here," Fred said. She asked why. 

"Cops will bust my ass if I'm caught with an underage girl," he said. He 
didn't want to let Mary go, but he had to. He'd go to jail for sure if the 
state cops found jailbait cunt sitting in his truck. Besides, it was against 
the insurance regs for an unauthorized passenger to drive with him. 

"I understand," she said. 

"Now use that sleeping bag I bought you," he instructed. 

Mary started to tremble. He had bought her blue jeans and several blouses 
and the sleeping bag. She didn't mind that he was married and had five kids 
waiting for him back in Missouri. He was still all right with her. 

He left Mary in a place called Jacumba, a small, dusty town in the high 
desert. It was hardly big enough to call a town. Just a few blocks of small 
shops, most crumbling and in need of repair. Jacumba had been a resort town 
during the first decades of the century, catering to the farmers who lived 
in the Imperial Valley. Underground sulphur springs brought in arthritis 
sufferers and made Jacumba a well known place. 

As Mary walked down the main street, the dusty town came alive. A three 
story hotel, built when the main highway ran through the town, stood out 
like a desolate monument. The hotel was boarded up, except for a few rooms 
on the first floor. The new freeway took travelers elsewhere. Jacumba was a 
ghost town. She wondered how the hell she was ever going to get a ride to 
San Diego. 

A big green car with a flashing light came sliding to a halt. 

"Hitchhiking is illegal," said a heavyset man, emerging from the driver's 
seat. He whipped out a ticket book and demanded to see her driver's 
license. 

"I don't drive," she said. 

"Then let me see some ID," ordered the cop, "or I'll lock you up." 

She presented a school identification card which the cop hurriedly copied 
down. He tore a ticket from his book and handed it to her. 

"Don't get caught hitchhiking again," he said. "And get a state license or 
in the jug you go!" 

Ha! Welcome to California, Mary thought as the beefy cop strutted back to 
his green car. The truck driver had bought her clothes and the sleeping 
bag, but she had very little money. Not enough, anyway, for a bus ticket 
into San Diego. She watched the sheriff as he stomped on the accelerator. 
The car disappeared in a swirling cloud of dust and a roar of screeching 
tires. 

Now what, she thought, hefting the sleeping bag. She trembled as she watched 
the car. The last place in the world she wanted to land was in jail. 

Just then a white Cadillac made a U turn in the main street and pulled up 
next to Mary. She bent down, but couldn't see the driver through the tinted 
window. 

Not that it mattered. It was a ride out of town, and that was the only thing 
important to Mary. She had to get away from this city. Maybe this guy could 
give her a lift into San Diego... at least to a gas station. 

Her heart was pounding as she sat down in the front seat. Mary was in a 
tight spot. She needed the ride desperately. The deputy was bound to be 
coming back and he would be watching for her. Well, I'll do anything I have 
to, thought Mary. Besides, after Fred, and those wonderful hours spent in 
the cab of his truck, she wasn't opposed to hitching rides in exchange for 
small favors. 

Ned Rider couldn't believe his luck. He had dropped a girl off in El Centro 
and now he had this beautiful doll on the way back. His cock was hard in 
anticipation. When the hitchhiker jumped in, he was surprised at how tall 
and how young she looked. It was his lucky day, all right. 

"I saw the cop," he said. 

"He told me not to hitchhike," Mary answered. "Where to?" 

"San Diego." 

Ned grinned. He was horny already. It was too far to drive all the way to 
San Diego when he could just pull off the road and have a few thrills. He 
knew it was wrong. The girl was probably underage, and his ass was in a 
sling if the sheriff caught him. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off the 
girl's slim hipped figure. She wore no bra and her nipples jutted out 
nicely under the cowboy shirt. The girl looked young enough to be his 
daughter, and his daughter was a real piece! 

Five miles out of town, he found a crossroad and took it. 

"Hey, where are you going?" said Mary. 

"Baby, just start undoing your pants," said Ned. "Don't matter where we're 
headed." 

He fully expected the girl to start screaming or lunge at the steering 
wheel. The doors locked electrically by a small button underneath the 
steering column. He wasn't afraid of her jumping out the door. 

But he wasn't prepared for what came next. She started unbuttoning her shirt 
and before he could brake the big car to a halt, she was half stripped and 
had her tits jiggling before his startled eyes. 

She was young, he thought, staring at her breasts. She wasn't even halfway 
developed. Ned's daughter was seventeen and she looked a hell of a lot older 
than this gal. What was he doing? This girl was too goddamn young. He felt 
dazed by the impact of his own actions. He tried to stop Mary from taking 
her clothes off, but he couldn't get the words out. He watched helplessly as 
Mary unzipped her blue jeans and pulled them off. 

"Beautiful," he croaked. And she was. In a moment of weakness, he grabbed 
her thighs and drove his face into her crotch. 

Immediately, Mary went for his cock. She felt his lips sucking on the crotch 
hair, pressed down by the sheer panties she wore. His lips groped on her 
cunt as he pulled off her panties. Mary was scared, though she was good at 
hiding her fears. Still, when his tongue started playing with her clitoris, 
Mary forgot herself. She reached for the small tent rising from his crotch 
and gripped it tightly. 

Ned groaned. "Ohhhh," he said, lifting his face. 

She was fooling around with the fly catch, trying to unzip his trousers and 
pull his cock free before he stripped her naked and started eating her cunt. 
She was finished if his wet tongue touched her naked skin. She finally 
found the metal tag and in one motion unzipped his fly. Ned's cock jumped 
free of his pants and up at her face. She grabbed hold of his prick and put 
her mouth over the bullet shaped head. 

"Yaaaaaa!!" he gasped. He raised his face from her crotch and then jammed a 
finger into the girl's weeping slit. The labia folded back like the covers 
of a well worn book and his finger found the soft wetness of her hole. 

Oh, that was fine pussy, he thought. There was a frantic movement of hips 
brought on by the sudden penetration of her cunt and Mary suddenly came 
unglued. 

"Aaaahhh!" she gasped. 'That feels so good!" 

She clutched his throbbing cock. It stuck straight up in the air. It was 
enormously long and straight. Mary could hold him with two fists and still 
the wedge shaped head would stick out of her top hand. He was not built 
stout and fat like Fred, but the enormous length made her tremble inside. 

Mary didn't want to wait another second. "Hurry!" she said, moving her hips 
off the seat so her crotch was forced down to his double fist sized cock. 
"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt! Fuck me NOW!" 

Ned was not nearly as hot as Mary was for fucking. He loved eating choice 
poontang. He had a thing about cunt lapping. It was one pleasure that turned 
him on fast as hell. He loved eating cunt more than the girls did, so he was 
reluctant to plunge into Mary's hole until she arched her hips up so her 
butt hole was staring him in the face. 

Her anus was like a red eye looking back at him. He wiggled across the few 
inches that separated their bodies and rose up between her thighs and let 
Mary's hands guide his dick toward her slot. 

Man, you'll really be in deep shit if you don't get some self control. 

At the last moment, he pulled from her cunt and pushed his dick against her 
pink sphincter. Surprisingly, she didn't resist him at first. He felt the 
raisin hole muscle open for the head of his cock and he was in almost up to 
the crown of his circumcised flesh before she slammed her legs shut. 

"Sorry," he gasped. 

Desperately he steadied her twisting hips while maneuvering his dick up to 
her cunt. There was no denying the girl's cunt was wet and inviting. He 
loved the soft, slippery warmth of a woman's hole. It was a hangup he had 
with a young girl's asshole. He knew it was wrong. He had felt this desire 
since he had pulled down his daughter's pants and whacked the hell out of 
her butt for stealing. 

His daughter's creamy white butt had been almost too much for him. He got a 
hard on beating her butt, of which he was terribly ashamed. Then he had 
thought of going one step further. It shocked him that his mind was capable 
of conceiving of such horror, but there was no denying his desire. Every 
time he saw a young girl he was reminded of his daughter spread over the bed 
and he felt terrible. Her buttocks had gleamed like a freshly polished 
jewel, so soft and inviting. She flexed her buns and he saw the nice dark 
ravine and his whole body shook because he wanted to be in there. Inside her 
butt with his cock! 

He turned his thoughts away from his daughter and concentrated on the young 
girl writhing under his thrusting prick. His hard shaft was stuck tightly 
inside, like a sword stuck inside a scabbard. 

It was sensational. Her cunt radiated heat to his throbbing cock. Boy, it 
was nice the way she bounced her darling rump up and down against the seat 
so her cunt worked his dick like a sopping wet mouth would suck a lolly pop! 

He groaned, moving his hips, wishing his dick would come quick so he could 
get away. His balls hurt like hell. They were full of sperm and all set to 
unload, and yet he couldn't get his mind off her asshole. 

Even hearing Mary scream didn't help. She was yelling up a storm, begging 
him to come. His head began to spin. He felt a stab of pain in his gut, like 
he was going to be sick. He coaxed his dick into Mary's squishing hole. 

Suddenly she couldn't stand the intense fucking any more and her cunt 
crashed down hard around his fuck pole. "Aaaaaiiieeee!" she gasped. Her cunt 
was hot as a furnace. Her belly muscles drew up tight and her cunt began to 
flutter and her hips came up off the seat in a single movement. Why didn't 
he come? She felt her nerve endings tense, then crackle like an electric 
current had passed through them. The air rushed out of her lungs. She 
screamed, humping, jerking her hips for his come. 

But Ned was too excited. He said to hell with Mary's cunt and jerked his 
fuckbone free and buried the bulging head against the raw, red hole of her 
butt. 

He pushed in about an inch, but she went hard against his prick and his 
strength was gone. Suddenly his sperm splashed into her butt, coating her 
tender thighs. His juice was draining out of him and into Mary's ravine. She 
clamped his penis with her buns, milking his spurting wand with her 
buttocks. 

"Ohhhh!" he gasped. The thrill was sensational. It wasn't his daughter, but 
it could have been. Mary was a nice looking bitch, anyway. 

"Whaaaaa!" Mary roared. She felt his hot soup all over her butt. She opened 
her eyes. His cock had popped from her fuck hole and was now spurting jizz 
all over her asshole. 

Her cunt was exhausted, but she was mesmerized by Ned's fat prick. He was 
gripping the rounded end like a miniature fire house. Working his tube back 
and forth, Ned sprayed juice all over her butt cheeks. Mary thought it was 
horrible, but every movement of her ass only gave him a better target to 
shoot at.. Besides, she was too tired from her climax to resist. His hot 
come felt good splashing against her rump. It was strange but it didn't feel 
bad at all. 

Ned was mesmerized by her buttocks. Only after his sperm stream dribbled 
down to a trickle and his cock started to collapse did he come out of his 
trance. He looked at his sperm. It covered her butt and some had splashed in 
her ravine. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach. 

"Get out," he shouted. Unlocking the master switch, he pushed her onto the 
road. Oh, God he had really gone over the edge this time! He slammed the 
door and threw the car into gear. Mary was pounding on the door, but he 
wasn't listening. The car roared off, shooting a roostertail of dirt in 
Mary's face. 

She watched helplessly as the car raced down the road. She fell to the 
ground and started to cry. 

The bastard had her clothes and her sleeping bag. 

CHAPTER NINE 

The sheriffs substation was ten miles from Haven. But the sickly green pain 
that covered the walls, the old metal desks and the stacks of forms and 
piles of paperwork sitting on tops of file cabinets made the substation look 
like just one more public office building. 

The deputy sheriff, a ruggedly built six footer with short black hair and a 
bristled moustache, looked like just another cop. His name happened to be 
Bruce Burns and he was a friend of Bob Anderson's. 

"So Mary ran away," Burns began, swinging a leg up on the desk. He flipped 
open a smudged manila file on his desk. "You know what the bottom line is 
on runaways?" 

"I don't care, Bruce," said Bob. "I just want my daughter back." 

"And so would half a million other fathers who's kids ran off." 

Anderson bit down on his molars until his jaw hurt, trying not to lose his 
temper with Burns. It was Mary, his own daughter, and he needed all the help 
he could get to bring her back. 

Burns detected the sudden change in his friend and switched his tactics. 
Scaring Anderson with grim facts was not going to solve anything, and it 
might push Burns himself off the deep end. 

"I'll be straight with you," said Burns. "If she's been gone a week I'd say 
she's either headed toward Florida or the West Coast." 

"Why?" Anderson asked stupidly. 

"Because runaways are looking for a change in their lives. They want 
something different. Excitement, new experiences, call it what you will." 

Burns got up from his desk and paced back and forth across the small office. 
"So what part of the country spells magic to a teenage kid? Florida or 
California." 

Anderson felt a crushing weight on his shoulders. "That narrows it down to 
about twenty five million people." 

Losing a daughter in California was like dropping a needle in a haystack. 
He had never been to the West Coast. He had a mental picture of a once 
pretty area of mountains and lush valleys by the ocean, now paved over with 
freeways and cluttered with people. California had never held dreams for 
Anderson. He thought the place sucked. 

"I don't think finding Mary will be that hard," said Burns. 

"She's alone, without much money and she's new at this game," Burns said. 
"She's bound to get picked up and have her name run through the Telex, which 
puts her name on a computer tape for 72 hours. We run a check every day and, 
bingo, we find her." Burns sat back in his chair trying to show confidence. 
It didn't work. 

"What are you holding back?" Bob asked. 

Burns considered lying to Anderson, or at least leaving out a few details 
about runaway girls and what usually happened to them. Perhaps Mary might be 
luckier than the rest of the teenagers he had run across, but the odds were 
heavily against it. Burns was a realist and his training and experience had 
stripped him of any illusions about his work. If he knew anything it was 
human behavior. The scenario was black and white. Anderson might not know 
all the details, but Burns, looking at Anderson's grim expression doubted 
it. The bastard wants to know, Anderson thought. Well, then, I'll tell him. 

"Come on," Anderson said, swinging out of the swivel chair. "I've got 
something to show you first." 

He picked keys off a hook and walked to the metal door with the barred 
windows that led to the holding pens. Anderson followed closely behind, his 
heart pounding in his chest. 

They walked down the narrow aisle between the jail cells, past the drunk 
tank, down to the very end. Anderson could hear voices. 

"Hitch hikers we picked up late tonight," said Burns, spinning the ring of 
keys on his fingers. "We'll hold them tonight and let them go in the 
morning." 

Anderson recognized the voices, but he was still surprised to see girls 
locked behind bars. There were three of them, and judging from the first 
girl nearest the cell door, they weren't over sixteen. 

"Terrible," he whispered. He told himself over and over again that his 
daughter wouldn't end up like these girls. Mary was his daughter she was 
different from the rest. But, fathers across the country were saying the 
same thing to themselves. It was self deception. His daughter might very 
well end up in a sheriff's holding pen somewhere. Perhaps she was in one 
right that moment. 

"Hey, what the hell!" Burns shouted. 

"What's the matter, sheriff?" sneered the girl nearest the door. "Is it 
illegal to have a little fun now and then?" 

Anderson looked past the whorish looking girl, wondering what the commotion 
was about. Then he saw it. The two companions were sleeping on the bunk. 
They were squirming about like worms in water. Anderson's eyes were riveted 
to the two twisting bodies, seeing them, not believing. 

"My God, the two cunts are eating each other!" said Anderson. 

He was amazed. He couldn't take his eyes off them. They groped each other's 
cunts. Anderson was shaky all over. His dangly cock rose suddenly. It was 
embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. The sight of the girl's hot, sucking 
mouth rimming the swelled lips of her lover's cunt made him hot. 

"Jesus, Burns, does this happen all the time?" he asked. Burns nodded 
weakly. He couldn't open the door or the broads might make a break for it. 
All he could do was sit back and watch. 

Suddenly the girl inside started to laugh. "Man, that's a righteous hard on, 
buster," she said. "Why don't you stick it through the bars and let me suck 
you off!" 

He studied the girl's young face. She couldn't be a year older than his own 
Mary, and she was asking him this terrible thing. He couldn't deny that the 
offer was tempting. Anderson would love having her suck his balls dry. 

He wondered... right that moment, was his daughter behind bars? 

And maybe she was making the same offer. An offer that any normal man 
couldn't refuse! 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Can I have a blanket?" Mary asked in a tremulous voice. The jailer, a 
heavyset man with thinning hair and beady eyes, looked up from the girlie 
magazine and smiled. 

"You think this is a hotel?" he answered. 

"No," she said. "I'm cold." 

He wasn't going to be any help. It just wasn't fair. Why could everything be 
so good one moment and so bad the next? She slumped down on the hard wood 
bed and stared down at the floor. She was starved. If only that bastard in 
the white car had not panicked and left her stranded out in the middle of 
nowhere, then she wouldn't be in jail for hitch hiking. No sooner had she 
walked out to the highway than the sheriff had pulled up and, without saying 
a word, thrown her into the back seat and carted her off to jail. 

She felt so alone, so empty. The world seemed to be coming to an end. Mary 
could call home, but a tiny voice inside said not to. She didn't want to go 
home, not yet, anyway. The jail cell was bad enough. The four walls, 
blackened with the scrawls of other prisoners, were depressing, especially 
for a young girl who hated confinement. But the jail was infinitely better 
than the prospect of being dragged home and facing her mother again. 

If only the driver hadn't panicked! Why had he been so nervous? Mary didn't 
mind sucking his cock. She enjoyed it. Mary even enjoyed feeling his big 
prick shove against her asshole, even though it hurt like hell and made a 
big sticky mess all over her rump. 

The more she thought, the angrier she got, and the wetter her tiny cunt 
became. 

She had come a long way in a few short days. Since that big dildo had taken 
her virginity, she had discovered many exciting things about her body. Her 
pussy was tight and full of sweet juice. And she couldn't help thinking how 
good it would feel to have Fred the truck driver licking her crease with his 
big, fat tongue. 

Mary wiggled her thighs together. She crouched down on the hard bed, 
wondering what would become of her. She was still a long way from the ocean, 
and once there, how was she going to live? No driver's license, no working 
experience, no employable skills... 

The jailer was another problem. 

He had a stack of girlie magazines on the desk and she could hear his lips 
smacking together as he turned the pages. 

"Holy catfish," he exclaimed. "Look at the jugs on that baby." He was 
enjoying himself thoroughly, paying no attention to Mary. 

"Mister Jailer, when do I get out?" she said. 

The jailer looked at the girl with disgust. Another runaway girl. He was 
sick and tired of these young cunts hitchhiking into California. They lived 
by panhandling and stealing and cheating the welfare department and it made 
his stomach churn. He was just one man and there were millions of them. 

"When do I...?" she repeated. 

"Look, Miss High and Mighty Cunt," the jailer shouted, throwing Hustler down 
on the desk top. "You leave when I say so." He got up and walked the few 
short steps to the jail, sticking his blubbery face through the bars. 

He was surprised. From a distance she was just one more lockup, but seeing 
her up close made him change his mind. This runaway was good looking. In 
fact, she was a fine piece of ass. 

He wondered, like any normal man would, what this tall, willowy blonde would 
be like, her cunt wrapped around his cock like a warm bun around a steaming 
hot dog. 

The salacious thoughts running through his mind gave him a hard on that 
threatened to rip his fly open. He made no attempt to hide his lust. She was 
a pretty young thing. Her jutting breasts were small, but well curved. His 
blood pressure was rising. His pulse throbbed in the big arteries of his 
neck. It was foolish to expect this tempting punk teenager to be a virgin. 
There was no such animal any more, not since family life had given way to 
women's lib and young girls started taking birth control pills. Society had 
gone all to hell, as anyone who saw the number of runaways that he did 
could easily tell. The girls were fucking like rabbits, and despite Mary's 
squeaky clean, Ail American good looks, he had to dump her in with the rest 
of the teenagers. 

"Where are you headed?" he asked. 

It was impossible for Mary not to notice the enormous growth in the man's 
pants. It stuck out through the bars at her like a third leg. She looked 
down at the tent shape in his crotch and wondered what his prick would taste 
like. 

"San Diego?" 

The jailor dismissed her answer with a wave of his hand. "A lousy town," he 
said. "I guess it's okay for gals, providing they don't mind fucking 
sailors." 

When Mary didn't flinch at his crude remark, the man smiled, "Do you mind 
swabbies?" 

For an instant, Mary thought the man was going to let her out. He was vulgar 
and he was acting a little strange, but that didn't matter. This man who 
stuck his cock through the bars didn't bother her now. Her heart pounded. If 
she understood him correctly, and what could be more obvious, there was a 
direct connection between the giant prick stuffed in his pants and her 
freedom. 

"Why," she answered. "Are you a sailor?" 

The jailer started to giggle. He couldn't help it. This jail bait was a 
dream come true. He produced the jail keys and unlocked the cell. The only 
excitement waiting for him after the shift was his wife, a sluttish old 
waittress with a cunt big enough to stick your fist in. There was nothing 
going on with her. 

But this broad this broad really looked eager to show him a good time. 

"I'll let you decide," he said stupidly. He unzipped his fly and let his 
dong pop free. 

His pecker rose toward her mouth with surprising suddenness. His cock was 
long and slightly curved. It thickened in the middle and then tapered away. 
It looked like a white banana. 

Mary was terribly excited. Her hands trembled as his cock came forward to 
part her wet lips. It was wicked, but Mary didn't have any control over this 
man. She felt her panties getting wet. She squeezed her thighs together, but 
that only made the juice drain out faster. 

She closed her eyes and bent her neck back, her mouth open wide, like a 
trout ready to gobble down a Royal Coachman fly. The knotty end of his cock 
plopped down on her lips and she tilted her chin so the shaft could slide 
down smooth and easy. 

"Hmmmm!" the jailer groaned. His giant cock filled her face easily, perhaps 
too much so. She kneeled down between his legs and reached around his 
massive girth, pulling his crotch to her face while her tongue and lips went 
crazy suctioning his shaft. 

This cunt really knew her stuff. He had been right. Despite her innocent 
looks, this cunt was no stranger to cocksucking. And he only guessed what 
else this little tiger was good at. 

He squirmed against her pressing hands and managed to pull off his shirt. 
Reluctantly, he had to pull from her mouth to drop his trousers and there 
was just that instant when he looked down and saw the saliva drooling from 
her mouth. He became so excited he nearly shot his load on her face. 

Quickly, he went back in and she continued to squirm against him, giving the 
best blow job of his life. Mary rocked back and forth, bobbing her head 
against his crotch, sending jolts of pleasure zinging up the tiny hole that 
his sperm shot out of. There was no stopping this girl. She really knew a 
lot about oral sex. The thick, pasty sperm swelled his scrotum, but the 
jailer had himself under control. Or did until her fingers slid between his 
thighs and softly squeezed his throbbing nuts. Now his juice was pushed 
into his cock. He was so full of joy that he shouted out: "Oh, fuck, this is 
nice. I'm going to show you how nice." 

Mary didn't know what the hell the man was talking about. She was busy 
sucking the little hole at the top of his pecker. 

He reached over her back and pulled her up roughly by her thighs. 

"My goodness," she gasped. 

He was holding her upside down so her knees rested against his shoulders and 
her weight was supported by her arms. It was difficult sucking his cock in 
this position, especially as he was driving hard into her mouth. 

Suddenly the jailer peeled back her butt cheeks and began licking the dark 
ravine of her asshole. 

His hot, wet tongue was astonishingly warm as the rough surface lapped her 
pink sphincter. The ass licking made her cunt gooey as butter, so gooey that 
her juice began wetting up her belly. 

The jailer went berserk, deep in her excited ravine. He teased her sensitive 
flesh until her whole insides ached to be fucked. 

She worked on his cock with explosive fury. Before, when he filled her mouth 
with his big, nasty cock, she was repulsed and thought sucking was dirty. 
Not now, however! She was elated. She felt wonderful sucking the pinhole 
that shot his seed. Mary wanted to suck down his sperm so he would be happy. 

The man made a rigid funnel shape with his tongue and started driving into 
her asshole. My God, that was something! She experienced passion that had 
been locked away under years of repression. She gleefully squirmed her 
asshole against the jailer's tongue. And she happily sucked him, using her 
hands to tug on his nuts until he couldn't stop himself from jizzing her 
face. 

In and out, in and out. His cock pistoned at her face. She heard him groan 
and she stroked his balls with her dainty fingers until his fat belly was 
buried against her chin and the huge banana shaped cock was halfway down her 
throat. Then he let go. 

"Aaaaaiiieee!" he screamed. With a final jolt, he was buried to the hilt, 
his throbbing cock unable to hold back any longer, and his hot, thick sperm 
spurted from his fuck hose down Mary's surprised and gulping throat. 

At the same instant, he pulled his face from her ass. Her rump was 
glistening with spit. Her butt looked like a split watermelon, all wet from 
somebody's chomping face. Mary quivered between his legs, his seed draining 
into the soft sucking void of her mouth. 

"That a girl," he laughed. The fucking broad was unreal. He looked down at 
her watermelon ass and wondered what it was with this girl that made him 
behave like an animal. He had never licked a woman's asshole before, but her 
ass was smiling back at him and the white rump cheeks were covered with his 
saliva. 

Maybe her innocent looks had something to do with it. The jailer didn't 
know. Now that his jizz was almost sucked dry, he didn't care. He dropped 
Mary to the floor and flopped on the bed. 

"Get your clothes on," he said. 

Mary didn't wait to be asked twice. She slipped into her clothes quickly. 
The jailer was chuckling at some private joke and when he turned, his eyes 
stared merrily at Mary. 

For an awful moment, she thought getting free from jail meant having more 
sex. She was already dizzy from drinking his seed. His juice splattered her 
lips and cheeks and some had dribbled down her chin. 

Maybe he wants me to lick his asshole, she thought. Her butt was all wet 
from his tongue. It felt sensational having his tongue lapping her rear. It 
was almost as sensational as having a cock jammed into her cunt. Almost, 
but not quite. 

"Come on," he said. He fumbled for some money. "The bus comes through town 
in half an hours. Go straight to San Diego." 

Mary took the proffered money. She counted the bills twice. There was forty 
five dollars in the wad the jailer had handed her. 

"Come on, let's get a move on," he snapped. 

Mary arranged her clothes as neatly as she could and went to the sink to 
splash cold water on her face. There was no mirror and she felt embarrassed 
at her appearance. She primped her hair and ran from the cell out to the 
front desk, where the guard was slumped down reading Hustler again. 

There were several forms on his desk which she hurriedly signed. Suddenly, 
with the stroke of a pen, she had gained her freedom. 

"Thanks," she managed to say. She couldn't believe her good fortune. 

Mary bounded out the door toward the bus stop. It was still dark and the 
wind blew hard across the flat stretches of desert. Mary crossed her arms 
tightly to fend off the cold. The first thing she would do in San Diego was 
buy a coat. 

She pulled the money from her pants and counted the bills once more. Forty 
five dollars, she thought. And for blowing a man and letting him lick my 
asshole. 

Prostitution, she noted, was not the crime she'd thought it was. 

When the bus pulled into the hotel in Jacumba the driver, a tired looking 
man with huge bags under his eyes, got out and bought a coffee from the 
clerk. 

"Hey, mister," said a blonde girl. The driver sipped coffee, giving the 
blonde the once over. 

She was young and pretty, almost too pretty for her own good. The driver had 
been an infantryman in Italy during the second war. There had been plenty 
of girls there, most of them hungry and willing to do damn near anything for 
money. 

This blonde looked richer and classier than those girls, but the glassy eyed 
look was the same. That hungry, eager stare could never be manufactured. 

"How far to San Diego?" she asked. 

She was sitting next to him on the stool, slouched forward on her arm. He 
whistled softly to himself as he drank the coffee. He had had one hell of a 
good time in Italy. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Bob Anderson stood in the Los Angeles airport. He had taken a TWA flight 
direct from New York's Kennedy airport and, though he was not a 
superstitious man, he knew the flight was going to turn out a bummer. The 
reservations office had bumped him from a morning flight and he had had to 
wait around till late afternoon for another plane. He killed the time in the 
airport bar where the bartender miscounted his change twice and nearly got 
him into a fight. 

His troubles weren't over once in the air. The stewardess spilled a hot 
dinner in his lap, almost roasting his nuts. And the two buck earphones he 
bought to watch the movie didn't work. By the time he arrived in LA, 
Anderson had had his fill of the West Coast. He couldn't wait to get the 
hell out. 

But he wasn't going until he found his daughter. A small slip of paper 
ripped from the sheriff s Telex in Haven had brought him to California. It 
read that his daughter had been arrested in Jacumba for hitchhiking and 
that she had been released the following day. 

Anderson didn't know where Jacumba was. He didn't even know how to pronounce 
the damn name. With a handful of dimes, he went to a pay phone and began 
trying to convince the telephone operator that, indeed, Jacumba did exist 
and that he wanted to speak with the sheriffs office. 

After more change went into the phone, a snarling voice from the other end 
said, "Sherriff's substation, Deputy Burns." 

Anderson carefully explained who he was and detailed the information he had 
on his missing daughter. The sheriff was reluctant to help at first, but 
Anderson persisted and by the end of his handful of dimes, he learned his 
daughter was headed toward San Diego. 

"Thanks," he said slamming down the receiver. He turned from the phone booth 
and looked for the baggage area. Of course, it was clear across the airport. 

He cursed to himself and started walking down the corridor where a big sign 
read: "Welcome to Los Angeles." 

"What a shit hole," Anderson said aloud. "What a goddamn shit hole of 
humanity." 

By nightfall he had rented a car and driven down Interstate into San Diego. 
The freeways were surprisingly easy to figure out, which amazed Anderson 
after the complaints his friends made about the road system. San Diego 
turned out to be another surprise. It was a nice, clean town with a 
beautiful skyline, a friendly beach community and a clean bay one could swim 
in. 

Anderson checked into a spiffy motel on plush Harbor Island, then started 
looking for his daughter. The police, he knew only too well, would help him 
only if they happened to run across his daughter. He could hire a private 
investigator, but that would run into money. He ate at a small coffee shop 
and got into his car. The desk man told him that the beach area was a good 
place to begin looking because all the kids hung out there. Anderson, with 
no better lead, decided to take the advice. 

"How do I get there?" he asked. 

"Follow the hitchhikers," the bored desk man replied. "Or pick one up." 

It was a city of hitchhikers, a vast place of marvelously engineered 
freeways and boulevards with plenty of kids standing along the way looking 
for a free lift. Bob Anderson was amazed at the number of fine looking girls 
scattered like dry leaves along the roadside. Even in the darkness, he saw 
them standing there in their ragged blue jeans and frilly blouses, holding 
up signs with destinations scrawled on the front. 

He pulled to the roadside and picked up a girl. She had brown hair and long 
thin legs and nice tits that bounced without the restraint of a bra. Her 
name was Debbie and she was going to Pacific Beach. 

"Where does everyone hang out?" he said. 

"It depends who you are and what you want," she said impishly. 

Anderson knew he had a rare find. By the time he turned off for Pacific 
Beach, Debbie's lips were busy cleaning his hard, throbbing cock. Her lips 
made an oval and the soft edges stroked him until he spurted like a fountain 
down her throat. 

He was getting closer to finding Mary. And Debbie, he thought, was going to 
help. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

They looked like clean-cut All American boys. They were dressed in bell 
button jeans and cowboy shirts open to the second button and they never 
stopped smiling. Mary was almost surprised when one of them approached her 
and in a flat Midwestern voice that could only be from Kansas asked, "Would 
forty bucks be enough for the both of us?" 

Forty bucks! That seemed like all the money in the world. The handful of 
bills in her wallet had dwindled down to none. She had gone almost two days 
without anything to eat. 

They looked like nice young men, she thought staring into the boy's 
sparkling blue eyes. Mary could certainly do a whole lot worse. Walking back 
and forth in front of the bus station had gotten her the stares of drunks 
and spaced out sailors and a junkie or two. Even the cops had stopped 
alongside the curb and harassed her. Now these two boys appeared with this 
wonderful offer. It was getting cold out as night approached, and she was 
feeling dizzy. Her stomach needed food, but her cunt needed service, too. 
She felt all tight between her legs and her slit tingled for sex. 

The boys' names were John and Alfred and, as Mary suspected, they were both 
from the Midwest. "We're good young men," said Bob, putting a protective 
arm around Mary's shoulders. "We come from a Christian home." 

It was Mary's first trick for money, unless you counted the slob jailer in 
Jacumba, which she didn't want to do. She was hesitant. They looked like 
such nice boys. She had been brought up in a nice home and went to a nice 
school and except for her mother, she had had a wonderful family life. How 
did a girl go from these creature comforts and end up outside a San Diego 
bus station hustling her cunt? It was a radical change for Mary. 

Well, life was weird, she said to herself. Despite misgivings, Mary did not 
resist when John lowered his arm to her waist and started walking her to 
their hotel room. 

"Alfred and I come from a good family," John said reassuringly. 

And she believed them. 

Something was wrong. The hotel room was enormous. It was too big and too 
clean and way too expensive. It didn't seem right. Mary's heart was beating 
like mad by the time Alfred closed the door and turned the lock. 

Now, standing by the bed, Alfred's brother didn't look all that nice. His 
eyes had narrowed and his open, friendly smile was replaced by a thin lipped 
leer. 

Mary was feeling scared. She would have turned and left, but Alfred was 
already unzipping his pants. Well, settle back and enjoy it, she told 
herself philosophically. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she 
forgot about being hungry. Alfred had his pants off and his prick stuck 
straight out from his body. 

Mary watched excitedly. His cock was on the thin side, but the shaft was 
very, very long. A mushroom like cap topped off the long curving cock. His 
prick flickered at her like a snake ready to strike. 

"Get them britches off!" Alfred demanded. 

John just grinned. His parents would do flip flops if they could see them in 
this bedroom with this blonde haired hooker. They came from a good Christian 
home and what they had planned for this young heifer would make their folks 
twitch like a hound dog. 

John stared at Mary and blood rose to his face. He was suddenly eager and 
nervous as a virgin with his first woman. There was no point putting on the 
nice guy act any longer. What he wanted more than anything was a piece of 
Mary's fine ass. A big piece! 

He slowly unzipped his pants and took off his belt. His pants came off 
slowly. Ohhh, his cock ached. He put his hand on his enormous cock so 
enormous that some girls screamed when seeing it for the first time and knew 
that he had to get into Mary's cunt as quickly as possible. His brother 
would do the funny stuff. John concentrated on her cunt. 

"Get your clothes off," said Alfred. He snapped the mushroom knob at the 
end of his cock and yelped. "My cock skin is tight as a drum." 

John looked across at his brother, who impulsively played with himself in 
front of the hooker. 

"Quit jerking your cock and get her on the bed," John said. 

Alfred stopped dead in his tracks and stared up at his brother, his face a 
mask of bewilderment. 

"Why do I always get stuck going first?" he asked. 

"Because you're my stupid younger brother," John snapped. "Younger, less 
intelligent and more foolish. Besides, I can kick the shit out of you seven 
days out of the week." 

Mary was sitting on the bed which was very soft under her butt listening to 
the two brothers argue. It was silly at first and then she started to 
wonder. She was not used to this treatment. It made her wonder what the two 
boys had in store for her. 

She got her answer soon enough when Alfred lumbered across the mattress and 
wiggled his cock in her face. The flaccid skin surrounding his shaft was 
laced with blue veins that ran back to the thick base. The mushroom top that 
capped off the end fascinated her. From a tight point, the head flared 
sharply down to a ring of hard flesh. She reached out to touch his magic 
pole when suddenly her head exploded with stars. 

"Ouch!" she cried. 

Alfred pulled his hand back. A red patch was forming on her cheek from the 
tremendous whack he had inflicted. 

"Use your mouth, cunt!" he ordered. "I can jerk myself off. I'm paying for 
those pearly lips to suck on me." 

Mary was so shocked she didn't know how to react. Alfred was watching her 
and he no longer looked like the good natured farm boy from Kansas. His blue 
eyes burned like coals and his nostrils flared with desire. 

Mary was scared senseless. She wanted to run out of the room and out of the 
hotel as quickly as possible. But the two brothers would never let her 
through. Across from Alfred, John watched, a sinister smile lighting up his 
face. She felt very small and helpless. Mary pressed her knees together, 
trying to suppress a wild urge to urinate. She looked up at Alfred. 

"Can I go to the bathroom first?" she asked. 

He wiggled his prick under her nose. "Later," he said. "After I'm finished.' 
Slowly he leaned forward, putting his hands on her knees for support, and 
eased his prick into the soft warm insides of her mouth. 

"Hmmmm," he gasped. Her tongue tingled the underside of his joint. The 
feeling was sensational. It nearly took his breath away. He pressed in 
moving the mushroom top down the raspy surface of her tongue with the 
precision of a surgeon making an incision. Her mouth was so goddamn hot 
and wonderful! Her soft, sucking flesh wrapped him in a turgid warmth. 

Mary's eyes closed in concentration and her fingers stroked the base of his 
pecker. Her lips sucked and nipped at and teased and taunted. 

"Ohhhhh, I'm going to come in her mouth, John," groaned Alfred. "She's one 
helluva cunt!" 

Mary felt the shaft fatten in her mouth. She moved her lips along his 
wrinkled skin until the curly hair sprouting from his crotch rubbed against 
her nose. Her mouth was soft and sensitive. She could feel his pulse 
pounding through blood gorged arteries. Eagerly she reached for his nuts. 
Her fingers came up through his thighs and lifted the swollen testicles 
that filled his wrinkled scrotum. Gently she teased his glands, working his 
cock and nuts reverently. 

"Aaaahhh!" groaned Alfred. "What a cunt! She really knows how to suck cock!" 

Slowly he leaned forward and this time he reached down and touched her 
satiny tits. He held the nipples between his fingers and teased her with 
flicking hand movements. The girl shivered. It was a delicious feeling. Her 
mouth constricted around his prick and her pressing fingers sent streaks of 
pleasure shooting up from his crotch. He groaned again. This pleasure 
couldn't last much longer. Sperm already filled his fuck tube. It would be 
only a few seconds before her tongue sucked down on the mushroom cap and 
sent sperm shooting into her mouth. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he yelled. 

He gripped her ears, twisting her face upward and rammed her throat. 

The smell of sex drifted up from Mary's excited crotch. Her face was being 
raped, her lips pulled viciously apart while the fuck stick surged in and 
out. She felt him growing bigger and bigger, like a balloon stretching until 
it popped. He was halfway down her throat. The mushroomed end was gagging 
her. Mary rolled her eyes upward for one final second. Alfred stared down, 
his eyes intent, the pupils dilated from the excitement. There was only a 
second left. He wrenched her face and corkscrewed around the inside of her 
soft mouth, filling the roof and her fleshy pink cheeks with the sides of 
his cock before thrusting down her tongue toward her throat. The sperm 
erupted like a geyser. His nuts jumped around madly in Mary's coaxing 
hands. The semen shot out in a continuous hot stream. 

"Bitch!" he shouted. His hips pistoned against her trembling lips, driving 
his spurting cock halfway down her throat. Her face was wonderful and so 
were her lips and tongue and even her teeth, teasing his foreskin. 

His sperm came out in a single long strand of white cream. It looked like 
shaving cream being squeezed from a tube. Mary's cheeks bloated with his 
cock cream. Her lips sucked urgently, but still his seed dribbled from her 
lips and down her cheeks. 

John watched his brother's frantic humping from the side wall where he 
leaned while stroking his cock. Mary had erupted into wild squirms of 
passion. This was no ordinary blow job given by the run of the mill street 
hooker. This chick didn't know the first thing about fucking for money. It 
didn't take a genius to see that the hooker loved giving his brother a blow 
job. Mary was, he suspected, another teenage runaway who had only recently 
fallen into the oldest profession. Snapping his cock, John looked down at 
the ramrod stiff penis. It extended from his nearly hairless crotch like a 
miniature cannon. 

In the pocket of his jacket was a long silk scarf which was the type worn by 
many fashion conscious women. Only the length gave away the scarf's real 
function. It was used for binding arms and legs together to increase sexual 
excitement. John had used the scarf along with a host of other sexual 
paraphernalia to bring reluctant prostitutes around to his way of thinking. 

But the scarf would not be necessary in this girl's case. In fact, she 
should be rewarded for the passionate blow job she had just given to his 
brother. 

Mary had slumped against Alfred, holding his fast wilting cock against her 
lips. Though her mouth had managed to gulp down most of his sperm, there was 
still the clean up job to do. She worked her tongue along the dropping 
cockhead until her mouth, still tasting of salty sperm, was covering the 
whole head and her tongue was caressing the wrinkled pouch of skin hanging 
from the underside of his penis. 

"Hmmmm!" Alfred gasped. His balls were drained of every drop of sperm and he 
experienced the glowing contentment of a thoroughly satisfied man. 

Mary could feel his contentment by sucking his cock and she felt happy too. 
Maybe she could go now. Her stomach rumbled from the sticky seed that filled 
her belly and when she looked up, her exhausted face showed open 
friendliness. There was nothing wrong with cocksucking. It certainly wasn't 
painful like the whippings her mother gave her. 

Above Mary, watching every move she made, was John. The big round knob of 
his cock was greased down with a special penetrating grease. It was like 
Vaseline, except much greasier. His eyes followed a path from her blonde 
hair down her arched back and through the parted cheeks of her ass, to rest 
finally on her quivering thighs. From those thighs came the pungent smell of 
the fetid juice soaking her cunt mound. Mary continued to clean his 
brother's cock. She was good with her mouth, he had seen that. Now there was 
her cunt and perhaps her asshole to experiment with. 

With the quickness of a cat, John was between the girl's thighs. His face 
was pushed close to the round cheeks of her rump. The skin was creamy white 
and the taut flesh swayed with each movement of her mouth. 

His hand peeled back her butt and before Mary could respond his wet tongue 
was pushed in between her white cheeks and he was licking her pink asshole. 

"Ooooooh!" she moaned, arching her rump. The sensation was wonderful. It was 
more exciting than the jailer's tongue had been, back in Jacumba when she 
first experienced asshole licking. She closed her eyes and pulled gently on 
Alfred's cock. "Hey, what the hell!" he began. Then, looking over her back 
he saw John's face buried into Mary's rump and he understood everything. He 
swung a leg over and arched his butt. 

Mary's dainty hands grabbed his thighs, like twin columns of marble, and 
pushed her face into his anus. He waited, felt her cheeks brush against his 
butt, then gasped as her wet tongue began licking and sucking. 

"Ohhhh," he gasped, half laughing. His crotch stirred. "I'm getting hard 
again. Damn it, I'm getting hard!" 

And indeed he was. The three way train started with John and ended at 
Alfred's crotch where his cock flickered and swelled with new life. 

Mary was having the time of her life. She loved giving and receiving 
pleasure, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought sex could be so 
much fun. 

And with Alfred's dong swelling up, the fun had just begun. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

The Funky Dunk Hotel, an old summer hotel built during the 1920's when 
swimming became a popular recreation, was a city landmark. It was three 
stories high, built entirely of wood, and every one of its sixty five 
bedrooms had a small porch and scenic view of San Diego. Like other 
landmarks, the Funky Dunk was in bad repair. It would have been torn down 
years before except for last minute reprieve by the city's mayor. 

The real name for the landmark was something mundane and forgettable like 
the Hotel Victoria. It was nicknamed the Funky Dunk during the end of 
Prohibition when gangsters used the hotel's bar as a watering hole and ran a 
prostitution ring in the rooms upstairs. The gangsters were gone, but 
business remained the same decade after decade. Duncan Felther was the 
owner, hence the name Funky Dunk's. 

When Bob Anderson parked his rented car in front of the hotel, a mob of 
ragged teenagers descended upon him like locusts swarming over Egypt. 

"Hey man, got any spare change?" one scrawny punk said, extending his 
filthy hand. 

Anderson pushed the moochers away and pulled Debbie by the hand. There were 
teenagers everywhere he looked. They sat on the entrance steps, lounged in 
front of the communal television set inside, and cluttered the spacious 
dining room. Behind the desk sat a husky man with a balding head, heavy, 
unshaven cheeks and red rimmed eyes. He wore a soiled T shirt that at one 
time had been white and he reeked of Ripple wine. 

"This joint is a dive," said Anderson, flipping the desk man a ten spot. He 
felt Debbie clutch his hand. 

She couldn't be a day older than sixteen, he thought. His pulse started 
racing. Perhaps, somewhere, right now, his daughter was in a cheap hotel 
like this one, with some stranger paying ten bucks for a room. The thought 
made him shudder inside. The chances were very good. 

Mary, my daughter, he thought. Selling her body for money. He didn't want to 
believe it was true. He forced his mind to concentrate on other, more 
pleasant things. 

Like Debbie's ample breasts. 

His cock still tingled from the wonderful blow job he received in the car, 
yet he had not paid much attention to Debbie until now. As they climbed the 
stairs, he studied her lush, sensuous figure as an artist might study a 
model. 

Her tall, well shaped body was a series of enticing curves, each one more 
ripe and tempting than the last. Her curving, well defined breasts pushed 
against the soft, white cotton Indian blouse she wore, forming symmetrically 
perfect twin mounds. He noticed on the way up stairs that her breasts swayed 
from side to side under the blouse. She jiggled like half filled water 
balloons. From her bustline, her stomach curved in and then flowed out again 
at the hips that were covered by short, tight fitting Levi cut offs. Her 
white skin was darkened to a bronze color by the sun. His eyes traveled up 
again across her hips and stomach and swaying breasts until they stopped at 
the top of her head where her dark auburn hair parted and flowed down the 
sides of her face. Reaching the second floor, Anderson turned left and 
walked down the narrow hallways toward the room at the end of the hall. 
Suddenly, a skinny character dressed in shabby rags with hair that grew like 
weeds from his scalp, jumped between them. 

"Another ten bucks," he said through sneering lips. 

"Ten bucks for what?" 

"For the girl, asshole," he said. He produced a knife from his mud caked 
Levi's. The blade flicked open, the point a few inches from Anderson's gut. 
"Now hand over the bread!" 

Anderson turned to Debbie to ask if she knew this guy. But the cold, 
heartless look in her eyes was all the answer he needed. 

A con game. Debbie clung tightly to his arm. It was gesture without meaning, 
a dull movement that he had mistaken for passion. Debbie was just another 
cunt trying to make a buck. And he was the "john". Another body to get 
aroused quickly so she could get the money and go out on the street looking 
for another willing body with a fat wallet attached. 

He was mad at himself for being so gullible, and he was outraged at Debbie; 
so outraged that he decided to fight back. 

"Well, man?" snarled the punk kid. 

Anderson started to reach for his wallet. His knee came up abruptly between 
the youth's bowed legs. His kneecap snapped against the punk's groin, 
squishing his testicles. 

"Myyyyy God!" the boy groaned, sinking to the floor. He dropped the knife. 

Anderson turned to Debbie, whose face was drawn tight with horror. He gave 
the groaning youth a kick in the chops to silence him, then, picking the 
knife up, he grabbed Debbie by the arm and held the point against her 
throat. 

"We are going to have some fun, baby," he said. "Now we are going to have us 
some fun!" 

At first he was too hot and then too mad, but he fought his animal urges, 
realizing that the purest sexual pleasure came after a long, gradual build 
up. 

First, he ripped the bedsheets into long ribbons and bound her arms to the 
headboard. She struggled, but Debbie was only a woman and she was helpless 
to stop Anderson. 

"No," she cried. Her tiny voice sounded vulnerable. "Please, no, Mr. 
Anderson. I have to work here at the hotel! If I don't, they'll hurt me." 

Anderson massaged her back, ignoring the girl's urgent pleading. He believed 
Debbie. She was only doing her job. But he was much too hot to ask who made 
her work at the Funky Dunk. That would come later, after he had dipped his 
wick into Debbie's wetting ink pot. 

"Up on your knees," he ordered. 

Debbie climbed up on the mattress, terrified of what Anderson had planned 
out. There was no stopping this man. Watching him wipe out the pimp in the 
hallway had convinced her of his abilities. This trick knew how to take 
care of himself. But what did he have planned for Debbie? Poor little 
Debbie, she cried to herself. Her ass was really in a sling now!" 

Relentlessly Anderson pressed on. They were stripped naked on the mattress, 
which squeaked its approval as Anderson caressed her rump. He put his hand 
through the split V of her backsides and felt her stiffen with fear. 

It was a good feeling. He felt strong. It was like sticking the knife under 
her chin and watching her self esteem drain from her eyes. He pushed his 
finger an inch into her anus, feeling her flex helplessly as his finger 
toyed with her hole. 

"Like that, cunt?" he said. 

He moved in a semicircle around the bed. His prick pushed forward at her 
mouth. Debbie tilted her head, looked at him with frightened eyes, then 
turned away. 

"Hard or easy?" he asked. Her rectum sucked at his finger. She was helpless 
and defenseless. 

Debbie was vulnerable as a fish flopping on dry land and they both knew it. 
Anderson knew it was bestial to torture the girl this way, but he couldn't 
help it. The bitch deserved to have the fear of death put in her, and 
besides, he enjoyed making her squirm. He wasn't a sadist. Anderson just 
realized the effect of his domination. Debbie would end up telling him 
everything, doing everything he wanted. 

When her asshole was dry and tight around his finger, he rammed all the way 
inside her anus. 

"TALK!" he screamed. His finger jazzed her rectum. Her hips were pumping up 
and down, drawn to the savage thrusting of his finger. He controlled her 
like a puppet. 

It was as if a control mechanism ran from her brain to her asshole. The pain 
exploded like a rocket. She twisted and tugged and hoped until she could 
not stand another moment of the pain. 

"I don't know where your daughter is!" she cried. 

"Who runs this hotel?" 

His fingers felt like a giant cucumber up her butt. It hurt so bad she 
almost fainted. Her cunt walls shriveled up, flared with a spasm of pain, 
then went soft. A burning sensation eased through her crotch and Debbie 
realized it was her own urine. 

Ohhhh, she groaned inwardly. 

She was peeing on herself. She felt so bad! The man would be ashamed of her 
for being naughty. He might even spank her. 

"Two guys," she cried. "They get the girls from all over the beach. Oh, 
please, let me go. I'll get killed for sure if I tell you." 

He ignored the comment. The wet stain spread out on the white sheet. 
Anderson saw the stain. Debbie started to cry. A slow smile of satisfaction 
spread across his stern face. The girl would spill everything. 

"Name them!" he shouted. 

"Alfred is one," she said. A few seconds passed. It seemed like an eternity 
before she spoke again. "John. They're both brothers. I don't know the last 
name." 

"Why aren't they here?" he said. His finger rammed her butt again. She was 
soft as butter between those nice cheeks. Her asshole had to be virgin. He'd 
bet on it. As his eyes watched with increasing fascination, as Debbie's 
breathtaking body squirmed lewdly, his cock grew thick in his pants. He felt 
the urge to yank out of her rump and start jabbing cock meat up her shitter. 
Her legs would come alive around the stout trunk of his cock. Her thighs 
would tighten around his waist in a stranglehold and his cock would ram into 
her asshole until she came apart like a plastic doll. 

But as pleasing as that experience would be, Anderson stopped himself. He 
had other, more exciting things to do. 

"I said, why aren't they here?" 

Debbie writhed in agony. She hated this man for making her squirm like a 
roasted toad. Her rectum felt like an oven from the savage thrust of his 
fingers. No amount of hunching around would stop the pain. He was using her 
butt for a cunt and she couldn't do a thing to stop. 

He might even stick that big cock of his up there, too! 

Her legs tightened, but he wormed away. The man was determined to get his 
way. The bastard! 

"They do their recruiting down at the bus station," she said. 

"Recruiting?" he said, puzzled. "What do you mean?" 

"They pick up the girls downtown, the girls that are stupid or just off the 
bus or don't know anything. The guys work the girls over in a hotel and if 
the chicks turn out all right then they bring them to the hotel." 

It sounded like a confession. Anderson didn't doubt the veracity of her 
story for a minute. There were plenty of sleazy punks hanging around the 
Funky Dunk, but if there were more chicks like Debbie around, he could see 
how lucrative the business could get. 

Looking down into the frightened teenager's face with the telltale signs of 
terror etched into her skin, he said, "Now you are going to fuck." 

He pulled his finger out of her asshole with a popping noise. At the same 
instant he untied her bonds, releasing her hands. Now she was free, and 
turning on her side, Debbie looked up into Anderson's grim, determined face 
and wondered what would happen next. 

He pulled her hand. Together they walked into the bathroom. Anderson turned 
on the shower. For several seconds, they stood in silence while vapor 
billowed into the tiny room. 

He splashed water all over her tits and tummy, and then, very carefully, he 
lathered her crotch with soap and worked up until her symmetrical breasts 
were nicely covered over with lather. 

Despite the pain and torment the girl had just experienced, Debbie had to 
laugh at herself. She looked so silly. "Come on," said Anderson sternly. 
"Hop in the shower and rinse off." 

The girl sighed and turned the showerhead on her silky skin. The tiny jets 
of water felt like pins shooting into her. 

After bathing, Debbie stepped out into the small bathroom and stared down at 
Anderson sitting on the commode. His giant cock rose up from between his 
spread thighs like a huge banana. He looked so silly, sitting there in that 
awkward position, that she started to giggle that is, until she saw the 
deadly serious expression on his face. She shut the hell up. 

He guided her by the hand, positioning Debbie so her cunt straddled the tip 
of his cock. He touched her hips and slowly guided her cunt slit down on 
the erect cock head. 

"Ouch!" she gasped. Her tiny slit was no match for his giant fuck pole. Even 
with all the juice leaking from her hole, it wouldn't fit. She looked at 
him, her eyes moist as a deer's. 

"Bend your thighs," he said. "Your cunt will open the more you squat." 

He steadied her hips. Debbie was fantastically built. Her tits stared 
straight back into his eyes, the nipples jiggling as her cunt hole resisted 
his pecker. 

Her cunt was something. Oh, it was heavenly. The razor thin slit peeled back 
as his cock squeaked in. He couldn't believe this girl's cunt was so tight. 

She writhed and squirmed and gradually her twat opened up. 

"Oooooo!" she gasped. 

Suddenly, she squatted down on his lap. His dick shoved a foot deep in her 
elastic cunt. The walls strained, pushed out, then sucked in, holding his 
pecker in a soft, wet glove of warmth. 

For the first time, Anderson wanted to forget about his mission. Debbie's 
cunt was a beautiful treasure. Her weight pushed him down against the toilet 
seat as her legs hung down from both sides, her feet almost touching the 
floor. 

Trembling, he bounced her rump on his knees. Her cunt seemed to go on 
forever. Debbie was well aware of the tantalizing effect she was having on 
Anderson. It was a knockout for herself too! 

The big, knotty end hose was up about as far as a cock could go. It felt 
funny. Good, but funny. The twin sides of her cunt pressed against him and 
the raw flesh made her stomach quiver. 

Every movement of her hips, no matter how slight, made her vagina flip flop. 
She squeezed her legs together and began twisting and bouncing, using his 
powerful prick to ream her skinny cunt. 

It was wildly stimulating. Desperately, she grabbed hold of his shoulders 
and worked her cunt back and forth. She felt herself swelling up. She seemed 
lighter, dizzier, more excited. And the moment she stopped bouncing, the 
thrill continued on. 

Her breasts bounced along in rhythm. The nipples grew harder and more 
unyielding. Apparently Anderson was aware of this fact. He bent forward and 
sucked her nipples. 

"Oooooo!" she moaned. 

Her crack split open like a barn door and her dark, musty odor swept from 
the close flaps of cunt, surrounding the two lovers in its special 
tantalizing scent. 

Anderson was speechless. His jizz was running up into his cock like seltzer 
bubbles up a soda straw. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. She was a 
sweltering hot piece of ass and her cunt made his inflamed balls hurt all 
the more. He prayed for a miracle. He didn't want to come right then. No, he 
had to wait. 

"Aaaaahhhh," Debbie moaned again. She was hot all right. The silly bitch 
might fuck all night before that wonderful hot cunt finally gave in, and his 
cock would be rubbed raw if he didn't hurry up. 

"Lean back against my knees," he ordered hoarsely. 

She responded like a good little girl. Arching her back, she leaned her head 
toward the ceiling and put the palms of her hands on his knees. 

Now he had a chance to grab her clitoris Eagerly, he searched her soggy cunt 
hair, looking for the magic fuck button. Her cunt made squishing sounds 
while she bounced on his pole. Her juice was running through her cunt and 
down the sides of his thighs. His balls were straining. The clitoris was 
there, somewhere in her cunt. He ran a trembling finger up the bloated ridge 
of her twat and then found what he was looking for. 

It was a thick, protruding organ the size of a pencil point. He squeezed 
very hard with his fingernails. At the same instant he bounced his ass on 
the toilet seat, jamming cock up and down her channel. 

He thought for a moment, that his efforts had failed. His pecker hole 
trembled as one drop, then another shot into her vagina. Then he saw that 
Debbie's serene, contented face was contorted into expressions of lust that 
he had never imagined. 

He laughed, gripping her clitoris and rocking his cock. Her tiny sex funnel 
started to shrink down against him. She was dancing lewdly on his lap, 
bouncing around as if she had springs taped to her ass. Suddenly her cunt 
squeezed on his fuck tube and semen shot into her. 

"Aaaaiiee!" he gasped. 

His cock was a fountain. It shot out juice like a sprinkler, splashing 
everywhere. His sperm was met by the climaxing cuntwalls, all sticky and 
gooey, like a vagina should be. His sperm stuck to the walls, coating her 
insides with sperm before the residue leaked out her slit. 

"Fuck, fuck fuck meeee!" Debbie gasped. 

This was no hooker talking, this was a real live cunt wanting sex. She was 
pumping and he could hear the wail of her deep voice moaning like an injured 
animal. 

How do I stop, he wondered. His sperm continued flowing like some endless 
river. He clutched her sweat dripping body close to his chest and hung on 
for dear life. Debbie was fantastic! He knew what came next, but it was 
necessary. As she sucked in his sperm, bouncing on his lap like a happy 
child at a birthday party, he knew what had to be done. 

"Get off," he said hoarsely. 

She didn't hear him at first. Her body was leaping like a kangaroo's. It 
felt so good, so damn good and exciting that quitting seemed out of the 
question. 

Then he lifted her body roughly off his lap and plopped her down on the 
tiles between his feet. His penis was still hard. 

Hungrily, she clamored for his shooting prick, grabbing the shaft with her 
hand and defiantly ramming the whole sticky mess down her throat. 

"You're really something," he said. 

Indeed she was something. Her skin was washed clean and her tits were 
flushed from excitement. She stared straight into his crotch. The puffy 
ball of pubic hair was all matted down with grease from her cunt. At least 
she thought so until she looked closer and saw it was sperm that had dripped 
down from the walls of her cunt. 

Anderson let the girl suck his cock until the mushroom head failed to 
produce juice. She didn't know exactly what came next, but that was okay. 
Debbie was about to find out. 

Pulling away savagely, he straightened his tired legs. 

"Here, sweetheart," he said, waving his spent prick like a flasher. "Here's 
what's at the end of the rainbow." 

The droopy head raised for a second and Debbie thought the mushroom end was 
going to jizz again. It didn't. A long stream of urine shot from his pecker 
and splashed on her nose. 

"Oh my God!" she shouted. But the urine was splashing everywhere. It got her 
forehead and then came washing down her nose and lips, soaking her teeth and 
gums. 

"Here, cunt, this is what you deserve," Anderson laughed. He used his penis 
as a firehose, and when he was finished, not an inch of her naked body was 
left untouched. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

John pulled his face away from Mary's wagging buttocks and looked over her 
back at his brother. Together, they formed a three man locomotive. 

That lucky bastard, he thought enviously. The girl's face disappeared in his 
butt. All John could see was her golden blonde hair streaming down like a 
horse's tail. 

Never had a girl been so compliant. It usually took four to five hours of 
continuous sexual experimentation to break down a girl's resistance, but 
this girl needed no indoctrination. She seemed ready to go. The girl's rear 
was tender and soft. Her cheeks spread easily, like warm bread dough, and 
her butt wiggled under the sharp, stabbing licks of his tongue. 

"Ohhhh," his brother moaned. He bounced excitedly, causing the bed to squeak 
under his hunching movements. Mary's face never left the pie wedge split in 
his rump. She continued licking and sucking Alfred's asshole. lapping and 
sucking. It was sweet, joyful music to his ears and his muscles thrilled 
with excitement all the way down to his prick which flexed between his 
trembling thighs like a snake. 

"Ohhhh, she's soooo fine!" exclaimed Alfred. 

He looked over his shoulder back at John's grinning face. He knew this part 
of the sex therapy was over. Alfred didn't want it to end, but there was no 
choice. 

"Okay, Mary," he said, pulling his butt from her outstretched tongue. There 
was saliva all over the girl's face. Her lips were soaked, inflamed from the 
hard sucking. For a moment she rested, her eyes closed, her lips puckered, 
her tongue wiggling like a worm. 

Alfred turned reluctantly around and put a wrestling grip on Mary's 
shoulders. He breathed deeply. His pulse pounded in his ears. The girl 
twisted in his grasp, but his arms snaked under her arms, holding her 
shoulders securely. Her face was bent down toward his erect penis. Given the 
nod from his brother, Alfred pushed her face down at the long, milky white 
tube that protruded from his crotch. 

"You're hurting me!" Mary shouted. His penis stuck up rawly against her 
face. She closed her eyes and felt him brush against her lower lip. Her arms 
were secured behind her back. She couldn't move unless Alfred wanted her to. 
Only her lips were free to move around. Her titties hung down like soft milk 
pouches. Kneeling on the bed, her torso pulled forward and her head pushed 
down, was an awkward, painful position. She ground her thighs together, 
trying to stretch her aching muscles. John's hands held her tightly. Now 
her head was going down and it hurt terribly to stretch this way. But what 
choice did she have? 

His prick poked against her mouth. She opened her lips, twisted slightly and 
felt him go in. 

"Hmmmm!" Alfred gasped. He forgot about the tender tongue licks that had 
excited his asshole. Now his cock was surging into her hot mouth. He 
groaned as her red tongue found the underside of his cock and tantalized the 
saggy skin with quick, flickering licks. She started underneath and worked 
around the wedge shaped end. Alfred hunched against her mouth letting her 
lips and tongue and teeth tantalize his fuck wand. 

Behind her, holding her ripe butt with his strong hands, was John. His cock 
was enormously hard. He pinched the end to kill some of the sensitivity . 

His thigh muscles rubbed against Mary's, forming two V shapes. When pressed 
together, his cock slipped along the tuft of pubic hair sprouting from the 
top of her crotch triangle. With a quick movement he could fuck his way 
into her cunt slit. She was getting wet. He leaned forward and teased the 
tender end of her clitoris. 

"Yaaaa!" screamed Alfred. "Damn! She almost swallowed my cock." 

He looked at his brother and angrily returned his gaze to the wedge of 
Mary's rump. He wanted to feel the warm confines of Mary's sucking mouth. 
She was so pliant and willing that his balls ached at the thought. Gently he 
put a finger through the ravine of her rump, feeling her anus flinch as his 
fingernails crossed the wrinkled muscle in the center of her ravine. 

He wanted her mouth, but her asshole was not bad for a second choice. There 
was work to do yet. It was part of the scenario for breaking in new 
prostitutes. 

Slowly at first, then with gathering intensity he knelt between her thighs, 
pointing his cock up to her asshole. He breathed heavily through his 
nostrils. The thickly sweet smell of her cunt drifted through her crease. 
She smelled ripe and luscious. 

John ran a finger through her cunt slit. Her hole was wet and soft and 
inviting. It was almost more than he could bear. Her cunt was on fire. Mary 
was begging for his prick. Her saggy vagina was a tantalizing offer and one, 
unfortunately, that John was forced to refuse. 

He rubbed his wet fingers against her asshole and pressed against her 
trembling buns. Her thighs sagged, arching her ass out, flaring the buns. 

"Ohhhhh, hurrrry!" Alfred moaned. "I'm gonna get my rocks off any minute." 

He stood still for a minute. The girl was super excited, he knew, but that 
would change after he started ramming her asshole. 

Peeling her buns apart, he started his entry. Her anus was nearly as soft as 
her cunt. His penis went in, stuck against her flesh, then penetrated some 
more. 

His fingers guided the bulbous head of his fuck stick into her butt. The 
sudden contractions in her anus proved to be no handicap. Her rectum hugged 
him tightly. Her insides felt like a steaming towel around his fuck pole. 
Despite himself, John groaned. Her hole puckered out, flexing and vibrating 
against his cock. 

"Hurrrrry!" Alfred gasped. His face was turning red. His muscles were tense 
and bulging. 

Her mouth must be going a mile a minute, he thought. Certainly her asshole 
was doing a hell of a job. He had snuggled up into her delectable rear, 
working his shaft back and forth against the sucking sphincter like a 
madman. 

He had broken in plenty of unwilling girls, and more than once his shaft had 
come out all bloody and gooey, but not this time. Her butt was smooth as 
glass and warm as hot oatmeal. 

"Hold on, Alfred," John said, slumping against Mary. He short stroked her 
hole, feeling her insides tug at the spear driving through her belly, and 
for an instant he thought she was ready. 

But she loosened up and, any hope of force fucking her rearmost hole was out 
of the question. He was going to come. Of that he was certain. The strain of 
the past few minutes had taken its toll. His skin was rubbery and sweat 
poured from his forehead and chest. His crotch was sopping wet. Even his 
thighs were tired from banging against Mary's ripe smelling rump. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Alfred screamed. 

Mary's mouth was every bit as hot and moist as her asshole with teeth to 
boot. Wrestling her arms, Alfred ram fucked her drooling mouth. Behind, he 
watched John piledriving her asshole. 

Every thrust seemed to make her face that much hotter. 

There was a noisy sound of slurping lips and driving cock. Her teeth tickled 
his pecker and her wet lips teased his nut sac. 

He was hot, burning hot, and her mouth only inflamed his pecker until the 
pleasure became unbearable. His hot juice inflated his shaft like a balloon 
swelling with helium. He drove hard against the raspy tongue that curled 
around his cock stem. Alfred screamed once, then buried all the way inside 
and exploded. 

"Commmmming!" he shouted. His cream sluiced Mary's sucking mouth, shooting 
down her throat in long spurts of rubbery goo. 

Behind, John was working himself into an orgasm. His brother's explosion 
sent shivers running down Mary's belly and through each rump cheek. His cock 
went in and out, popping as the mushroom head left her wrinkled asshole and 
then pile-drived back in. He watched excitedly as his brother's face went 
lax and a smile curled upon his lips. 

Suddenly his dick throbbed. It hurt so bad he wanted to scream. Instead he 
buried his shaft into Mary's wet asshole and shot his wad. Long strands of 
sperm roared up her rear, filling her shitter with thick, heavy sperm. 

"Hmmmmm!" he groaned slumping against her back. "This is fantastic!" 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Mary felt she was living a dream. She rose from the bed and went to work 
cleaning the sperm off Alfred's cock, then off his brother's. She didn't 
mind the job. She knew the importance of being clean. 

"Get dressed," John said, throwing Mary her clothes. 

Mary didn't ask where they were going. She would find out soon enough. 
Carefully, she tended to her clothes. Her asshole was wet from the licking 
and the fucking John had given her. She liked the tingling sensation of his 
tongue most of all. His thick sperm made her insides all slippery. Mary 
wanted John to maybe lick her butt once more before they left the hotel, but 
of course she didn't ask for this special favor. And she didn't complain 
when John didn't offer. 

They took a cab through town and up onto the freeway. It was dark when they 
left the hotel. The stars twinkled merrily in the sky and in the distance 
she could see the lighthouse signaling boats as they approached the harbor. 

The cab driver swung onto the freeway and maneuvered into the center lane. 

"Where to?" he asked. 

"You know Funky Dunk's?" John asked. 

The driver laughed. "Sure do, that's a landmark," he answered. "Take lots 
of people there. Nice old hotel if it weren't so overrun with those 
Communist hippie bastards." 

"Right you are," John exclaimed. 

The punks were out in force as the cab swung up to the hotel. It looked like 
one of those protest marches of the sixties, except these disheveled kids 
were, if possible, even more wretched looking. 

The cab driver produced a tire iron from under the seat, saying "You might 
need some assistance, Mister. These hippies don't think twice about knocking 
you over the head and grabbing your loot." 

John merely nodded and swung the back door open. Immediately, the girls 
pressed against the cab dropped to their knees like disciples before a king. 
"That's all right, driver. These people will give us no problem." 

"Ahhhhh, too bad," sighed the driver, putting the tire iron below the seat. 
The adrenalin was running. He had wanted to pop a few heads. A little 
excitement made a dull evening go faster. 

Mary was pulled through the gaggle of hippies and past the front desk. They 
veered to the right and started ascending the stairway. She was feeling 
normal again after the long cab ride to the hotel. Normal, that is, for a 
girl who had been forced into committing sodomy. John gripped her hand 
tightly, and she had no chance to escape. Besides, her legs ached from 
being spread so wide apart, and her asshole burned. It felt like somebody 
was holding a lit match between her cheeks. 

At the head of the stairs, a body was curled up next to the hotel door. 

John let go of Mary and stopped at the crumpled body. He put his hand on 
the boy's stomach and heard him groan. 

"What happened?" asked Alfred. 

John looked. The injured boy's arms disappeared into his crotch, though the 
boy's legs were pulled up so tightly that he couldn't be sure. 

"Ohhhh, man," groaned the kid. "This big bastard kicked me square in the 
balls." 

John whistled. "Too bad, man. I told you to be careful with customers. These 
guys can get mean." He headed down the hallway dragging Mary after him. "Get 
the desk man to call a doctor. I tell you, it pays to be careful in this 
business." 

The hotel corridor was anything but silent. It was filled with the deep 
throated groans of happy men caught in the throes of their orgasms. They 
screamed and whooped it up like cowboys back from a three day bender. The 
noises were familiar. The joys of flesh finding flesh, of muscles slapping 
against muscles or glands meshing together like well oiled cogs in a fucking 
machine was unmistakable. 

Mary felt another sharp pain. She was scared of this place. The people were 
strange and unfriendly. Whoring herself had started out born of 
desperation. Now it was something much different. 

Deep in the bowels of this strange, dreary hotel, locked away from the 
normal world, Mary felt weird and a little bit scared. She wanted out, but 
that was impossible now. She could go only after these two brothers finished 
with her. 

She had no idea what depraved sexual adventures they had planned, or why 
she had to come to this hotel, but she would find out soon enough. Biting 
her lip to hold off the tears, Mary tried mustering her courage. 

"In here," said John, stopping at the last door along the corridor. "In we 
go." 

He produced a key from his pocket and turned it in the lock. "You in there, 
love?" he said. 

"All set," said a woman's voice. 

All set, thought Mary? That was a woman inside the room. And why would she 
answer unless... 

Janice Lavage was sitting in a chair, one leg propped on the arm, smoking a 
cigarette and blowing great round puffs of smoke into the air. The three 
visitors walked in. 

She had been living in the hotel for three years, since being expelled from 
France for being an undesirable. Actually, the tag was hardly fitting for a 
woman of Ms. Lavage's fame. 

Lavage was easily the most famous feminist living on either continent. Her 
nightclub, the Orgasm One, had been a vastly popular, if somewhat 
scandalous place to go. 

Ms. Lavage offered a variety of strange sexual acts as entertainment. There 
were donkeys that fucked whores and Lesbians who prodded each other with 
massive dildos and even a whipping now and then. Ms. Lavage had a wide 
streak of cruelty running through her personality and this perversity was 
what gave the club its distinctive ambience. 

Ms. Lavage was a full-blown Lesbian and proud of it. She had formed women's 
liberation in Paris long before it became a fashionable movement. Ms. Lavage 
despised men. She thought men had ruled the world long enough and now it was 
time for the women of the world to unite and take the reins of leadership 
into their own hands. 

When she was kicked out of France following a sex torture act at the Orgasm 
One, an act that was so horrid the police were called in, Ms. Lavage settled 
in California. It was here that she planned to start training women for her 
world political movement. 

"Hello, John," she said coldly. "Bring me something?" 

"Yes, I have," he said. "Ms. Lavage, meet Mary Anderson." 

He gave Mary a quick boot in the rear that sent her sprawling before Ms. 
Lavage's feet. Mary looked up, trying to act calm and collected. She was 
scared shitless. Her bladder was bloated. She wanted to pee right there 
while kneeling on the floor. 

"A beauty," Ms. Lavage said. "Mary, you are beautiful." 

Mary was put off by the French accent. Ms. Lavage was an attractive woman 
whose appearance showed the taste and sense of style that only the French 
people seem to possess. Wearing a short black miniskirt with matching black 
vinyl boots with little chains on the heels, Ms. Lavage looked regal, and a 
little bit frightening, too. Her eyes were cold as frosted glass. They 
seemed to bore through Mary like diamond drills. 

The eyes were the mirrors of the soul, Mary thought. 

Suddenly, Ms. Lavage sat up in the chair. She turned to John and his moronic 
brother, her eyes beaming signals. Leave us alone, her eyes said. 

But John just smiled. He knew everything about Ms. Lavage. Her hatred for 
men was not new to him. He had hired Ms. Lavage for the purpose of breaking 
in his girls. Realizing that prostitutes turned eventually to Lesbian love, 
John wanted his girls to get a taste of sisterly love early and savagely. 

He pushed Mary's head down until her forehead touched the floor. Then he 
smiled at Ms. Lavage and said, "Madam, she is all yours." 

Mary was ground into the floor. She lifted her weight and looked up through 
the V of Ms. Lavage's legs, surprised to find that a woman of such regal 
taste wore no underwear. Straining her neck, Mary saw the thick sporran of 
pubic hair sprouting from her crotch. Suddenly an explosion roared. Her ears 
ached. Putting her hands up to her head, Mary realized she had been hit. 

Ms. Lavage stood up, holding the leather riding crop. She snapped the end 
close to Mary's nose. 

"That will teach you to look," Ms. Lavage snapped. "Come, John and help me 
with these clothes. I have some thing planned for my new friend." 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Mary had come a long way in a few short weeks. She had hitchhiked across the 
country, been to bed with several older men, spent a night in jail and now, 
in San Diego, another experience awaited her. 

Ms. Lavage rose from her chair to stretch her legs. She was shorter than 
Mary had first imagined. Ms. Lavage had lots of style. She walked like a 
movie star, every tiny movement commanding attention and respect. When the 
Frenchwoman's hands slipped behind to unfasten the zipper that held her 
dress together, Mary was shocked. 

The garment fell to the floor, revealing a delicate and decidedly beautiful 
body. Her breasts were smaller than Mary's, but the nipples were sensuously 
large. Mary did not know that Ms. Lavage greased her nipples with turtle 
oil each morning to make them stand out. Her legs were long and thin, like 
stalks of celery, and her buttocks were flat, the cheeks barely moving when 
she strutted across the floor dressed only in her vinyl boots. 

"Put your nose to the floor," Ms. Lavage ordered. 

Mary closed her eyes and lowered her head between her arms. She heard the 
crazy Frenchwoman circling her, the tiny chains clinking on her boots. Mary 
was tense. What did this Ms. Lavage have in store for her? A draft of cool 
air blew under Mary's spread legs, cooling her wet, tortured cunt. 

"Why is she still dressed?" Ms. Lavage demanded. Hearing the clickity clack 
of her boots, Mary peaked through over her arm just long enough to see Ms. 
Lavage pull what looked like a razor from a small desk. 

"Hold her legs," she ordered. 

The two brothers grabbed Mary's arms and legs, holding her down while Lavage 
pulled Mary's blue jeans tight and began slitting the material with the 
razor. 

"Hey, what are you... " 

"You shut your fucking mouth," snapped John. "Just lie down and shut up." 

Mary could feel the denim coming apart under the razor's edge. Ms. Lavage 
worked expertly, following the seams with the blade, being careful not to 
nick the tender white skin beneath. 

Squatting down so her boots touched her rump, Lavage began to sweat. Her 
pussy, a black forest of pubic hair, sponged up the sickly sweet smelling 
juice that seeped from her slit. 

Mary bit her lip. She was scared half to death of the woman holding the 
razor. As her pants were cut away, goosebumps spread across the back of her 
thighs and along the twin humps of her butt. 

"Most beautiful," Lavage breathed. Pulling on Mary's panties, she made a 
swipe with the razor and the flimsy garment shredded. 

Lavage was struck by Mary's large, white cheeks. They wiggled wonderfully 
once freed of the cotton panties, and the goosebumps made Mary that much 
more appealing Lavage caressed one fatty cheek with the nail of her finger. 

"Ooooohhh!" Mary gasped. She forgot about the two brothers who watched like 
vultures from the corner. She raised her leg and rolled on the floor, naked, 
drawing her hands down to her thighs and loins and back along the swell of 
her butt. Her swollen breasts and pinched nipples pressed into the warm 
carpet, teasing. Whoever this Lavage woman was, she really knew how to work 
a woman's body. Mary stared up at the two vinyl boots on either side of her 
head. Following upward, her eyes rested on Lavage's hairy cunt. For a minute 
she did nothing. The woman was staring at her, the brown eyes exploring 
Mary's buttocks and squirming legs. The room was filled with the labored 
noises of their breathing. Mary felt a terrible itch deep inside the folds 
of her cunt. She reached under her stomach and tried to scratch. 

"What the hell are you doing?" said Lavage. 

"I itch," Mary said, worming her hips. "I itch down there." 

Suddenly the two brothers came forward. Getting the nod from Lavage, they 
grabbed Mary's thighs and rolled the struggling girl over on her back. 

Mary fought them, afraid, their fingers digging into her skin, her mind 
spinning with humiliation and self loathing as she rolled over, exposing the 
bushy mound of her twat. 

"Get her legs apart, Alfred," John said, seizing a thigh. 

He always liked this part of Lavage's act. She was a screwy broad and 
sometimes her French insolence got to be too much, and then he had to knock 
her down a peg or two. But working over the girls was Lavage's specialty, 
and she had raised it to a high art. 

Mary twisted and turned, moving her hips, struggling helplessly while her 
arms and legs stretched out wide. Lavage was kneeling down between her 
thighs, and Mary could feel the Frenchie close to her skin, and she fought 
all the harder. There was something evil about Lavage, not only that she was 
a woman it went deeper than that. 

"Damn you! Let me go!" Mary cried. 

Instead, Mary felt a hot tongue play with the puffy hair on her cunt. It 
went around and around, toying with her cunt fuzz, twirling the long strands 
into tight little balls. 

Down inside all that fuzz was a wonderful little clitoris. After some 
searching with her wet lips, Lavage managed to find the button and nip 
tenderly at it with her teeth. 

The tender little bud, sweet as a candy kiss, tensed up, trembled for a 
moment, then went pop like a firecracker. Mary jerked her hips. A white hot 
flame shot up her cunt and along her spine. Lavage continued her quest in 
Mary's cunt, teasing and licking and sucking until Mary was screaming. 

"Ohhhh, please stop!" Mary cried. 

Of course Lavage didn't stop. She kept working the girl's tender cunt, 
spreading the labia and licking the swollen edges with her wet tongue. And 
she didn't stop there. 

Lavage was an expert in her business. She had her fingers slipping over, 
caressing every inch of Mary's skin. Somehow the agile hands kept one step 
ahead of Mary's twisting, eager flesh. Every move brought a different hand 
stroke. Each turn of hip or arch in the back brought wave after wave of 
pleasure. 

The men holding her to the floor seemed remote. Mary no longer felt their 
hands pushing her down. She rolled and played whatever game Ms. Lavage had 
in mind for her. The tongue now dictated her movements. 

And the tongue seemed to be everywhere. 

"Man, look at the Frenchie," John said, admiring Lavage's extraordinary 
work. Her tongue slipped in and out of Mary's cunt like a thrusting cock, 
then dragged along her crease, moving back to the girl's tender butt slit. 
Again she plunged into Mary's crack, finding the wrinkled pleasure button 
buried under swollen butt cheeks. 

"Ooooooo!" Mary moaned. Her pleasure bud stood out like an acorn between the 
parted labia. A thick ridge of pubic hair surrounded her clit. Lavage pulled 
her face back, her eyes examining the pink nub of flesh. It wiggled, 
glimmering like a ruby, wagging like an unspoken invitation. 

Lavage dug her fingernails along the ridge of Mary's crack. The girl gasped 
as the hard lacquered nails ran along the tender flesh. Up and down they 
went, racing faster and faster, each stroke opening her cunt hole further. 

Mary was screaming now, her shrill voice piercing the deadly calm. 
"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed. Up came her rump, her hips twisting. Pleasure 
funneled through her wet channel. It was only the beginning. 

Mary shuddered, her whole body contorting in a long, slow undulation. As 
Lavage worked her cunt, Mary thought of her sinful pleasure. She was making 
love to another woman! It was terrible! The guilt flooded her brain. The 
pain was so immense that she was almost sick. Then fingers were gliding up 
her hole. She twisted against them, the spasms of joy racing through her 
brain and erasing whatever doubt remained. 

Even then, Mary knew this session was not over. Though the woman licked and 
sucked and stroked her genitals, working her tongue through the crease so 
her asshole was as wet as her cunt, Mary realized the trio was preparing her 
for still another test. 

The two brothers pinned her arms and the Frenchwoman was everywhere, 
crawling over her sweaty body like a leech. When Mary forced her eyes open 
she saw Ms. Lavage's rump staring back at her face, not six inches away. 
Down her rump came. Ms. Lavage's skin was satiny smooth and the pink ravine 
was nicely scrubbed, bare as a baby's bottom. Lavage was rocking back and 
forth, using her two fingers like a cock to fuck Mary's cunt. Her ass came 
lower and still lower, her wide, hairy crack flaring out so her pink 
sphincter was only a few inches from Mary's nose. 

Oh, I have to lick her asshole, screamed a tiny voice locked away in Mary's 
brain. 

The thought was repugnant. She had done it once already, but that seemed 
light years away. And yet, with Lavage nearly squatting on Mary's mouth, 
forcing her anus down, demanding to be licked and eaten, what other choice 
did she have? 

The man called John had done it. She still had sensations in her butt from 
when his wet tongue had curled into a shaft and drilled her asshole. It was 
like a dog licking her rump, a very weird feeling that repulsed and thrilled 
her at the same moment. 

Well, if I have to, I will, she thought. And she closed her eyes and parted 
her lips. A stab of pleasure zinged from her cunt, a wild movement. It was 
Lavage's fingers, it had to be. Mary started fucking those fingers in wild 
memory of the huge cocks which had been inside her cunt. And despite the 
humiliation of licking another woman's butt, she wouldn't deny herself. Her 
cunt felt too good. Arching her neck, Mary parted her lips, felt the hot 
flesh ease down on her face. She shot her tongue out. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Lavage groaned. A pencil thin bolt of pleasure, burning hot as a 
gas flame, shot through her rectum. Immediately, she jammed Mary's hole with 
another finger. 

The result was electrifying. Mary rebounded against the floor and jammed her 
tongue deep into the sphincter. It was like a switch had been turned on in 
her cunt. She heard excited noises followed by laughter. Her twat was 
puckered up like the mouth of a volcano, and just as hot, too. Lavage's 
fingers pulled out and her vagina shrank down firm and tight. 

"Hurrrrry!" Lavage said. 

John nudged Alfred. The French broad was squatting down on the girl's face 
and from the slurping sounds coming from Frenchie's rump, the girl wasn't 
wasting any time using that tongue. There wasn't any need for Alfred to hold 
down her arm. Mary wasn't going anywhere. 

"Damn, John, these two broads make me so damn hard! Look at my cock. It's 
big as a telephone pole." 

"Get the damn dildo," snapped John. "Save your hard on for later." 

John seriously wondered about his brother's antic behavior. Any man would 
get a hard on watching these two women attack each other like sharks going 
after raw meat. John had a hard on that threatened to jump through his 
pants. Shit, he wanted to fuck. Even Lavage would satisfy his savage lust. 
His eyes went down her thin shoulders and along her spine to her ripe, 
fluttering cheeks and then down to the vinyl boots. He almost had to laugh. 
She was such a clown. Grab her by the throat, slap the broad's face three or 
four times and then stick your cock in her cunt while she's scared and 
shaky. He knew how to handle dykes. All this bullshit about the vinyl and 
razors was all show. It might scare a girl, but not him! 

"Here it is," shouted Alfred, scampering back. 

In one hand he held the long plastic cock Ms. Lavage used to break the girls 
in. In the other, Alfred held the real thing. He had stripped off his 
clothes and was frantically masturbating. 

"I sometimes wonder," began John. But Mary moaned as Lavage's asshole went 
squeak against her lips, and he grabbed the dildo from his brother's 
outstretched hand and gave it to Lavage. 

The French Lesbian looked terribly uncomfortable. Her slim buttocks were 
hunching back and forth across Mary's face, her flesh twitching with each 
forward movement. Lavage looked exhausted. Sweat dribbled from her brow and 
ran down her neck and over the ripe strawberry colored nipples jutting from 
the ends of her tits. The sneering mouth was soft, oddly vulnerable. Her 
dark eyes, flashing like broken glass only minutes before, were soft and 
moist. John watched, surprised at this change in the fabled French hooker. 
He smiled. "I never thought I'd see the day," he said. 

Lavage turned away, hiding her face from his gloating eyes as she gripped 
the dildo. There was no hiding the lust and desire she felt. Lavage had made 
love countless times and never, not once, had she felt so excited. Holding 
the girl's mound, licking the labia with her lips had caused spasms after 
spasm to shoot through her cunt and all of her body, taking her brain right 
out of her head. 

She tingled from the top of her scalp to the bottom of her feet, sweating 
inside the vinyl boots. It's happened. I didn't want it to. I thought I was 
tougher than that. And John knows it happened. I'll never be the same! 

Now, revealed in a frank, naked way she'd never thought possible, Lavage was 
shaking, tingling, fear rattling her shredded composure. She held the dildo 
by the handle. The conical head angled away from her wrist like a dagger. 
Lavage felt a surge of strength. Fuck her cunt! Fuck her cunt and be strong! 
The words came to her suddenly. She pushed her ass down on Mary's mouth and 
looked at the huge mound covered with the silky blonde hair. What a 
beautiful cunt! The red rim of her labia was peaking through the hair pile 
and the soft willing flesh waited eagerly for her stabbing arm. 

In! Stick it in! Lavage held her breath, feeling her nipples throbbing, her 
breasts shaking. The tongue kept licking in her rump. She brought her hand 
high over her head, then arched downward. 

Mary's belly had tensed up. She eagerly awaited Lavage's tender, loving red 
lips at her clitoris, stirring joy in her honeypot. 

When the dildo went in, it formed a bulge. Mary wagged, then twisted and 
finally flattened out against the floor. It kept getting wider and wider and 
wider. The dildo opened her chasm and pushed back her sensitive labia and 
stretched her cunt to the breaking point. 

Mary shrieked. A hard, pounding pain enveloped her crotch. It rose upward 
and engulfed her womb. She started to tingle all over, her butt shaking and 
shimeying. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped, sucking in lungfuls of air. 

Then the dildo was clicked out and electricity started to spit out through 
the batteries and into her wet, sticky cunt, and then things really got 
moving. 

And in one hell of a hurry. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

He had come once, then gone soft and now his cock was hard again. Debbie 
tenderly licked the soft ring of circumcised flesh capping his penis. 

Anderson looked at Debbie. He had vented the frustrations and anger of the 
past two weeks by brutalizing this girl, whose only real crime was 
accepting a free ride down to the beach. 

It was none of his business that she was a prostitute. She owed him nothing 
beyond a few pleasurable minutes in the sack. And she had done her job well. 
In fact, Debbie was fantastic in bed. And now, flexing his legs along the 
sides of her face as her lips bobbed up and down, sending exquisite jolts of 
passion through his cock, he felt guilty. 

Yes, more than a little guilty for peeing on her face. That was not called 
for. He had peed on her and humiliated Debbie to tears. Perhaps she was not 
cut out to be a prostitute after all. But what gave him the right to punish 
Debbie just because she had not furnished the information he wanted? 

It was silly. She didn't know his daughter. There was no reason that she 
should. And now, rising up, feeling his balls rolling between her fingers as 
she squeezed them gently, he thought that perhaps his search for Mary would 
go no further than this bedroom. 

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" he gasped. A long ribbon of sperm ejaculated from his fuck 
hose and spewed into Debbie's warm, sucking throat. She wiggled like an eel, 
jerking him, sucking him with tender lips while fingers danced merrily at 
his scrotum. Her mouth went squish, squish, squish as he emptied down her 
throat. 

When at last he finished and his cock had shriveled into a semi erection, 
he looked down at Debbie. She lay gasping at the foot of the bed. Rolling 
her head, he saw sperm had splattered like plaster across her lips. She was 
breathing heavily through her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long 
auburn hair was matted and unkempt. There were many things he wanted to ask 
this girl. She was pretty and well mannered and obviously came from a good 
home. There was much about her that he liked. She represented everything a 
father could hope for in his daughter. Closing his eyes, he could picture 
Debbie on the cheerleader squad at Southern Cal, leading the football team 
to another Rose Bowl victory. She was bright and cheerful and could easily 
begin a professional career. So why end up in this sleazy hotel? How many 
other men had used her body to fulfill a few minutes of fun? How many times 
had her beautiful face been slapped? Her mouth abused and punished? Her 
cunt violated? Her asshole raped? 

Debbie saw that Anderson was looking at her. She blushed. It was a feminine 
response, one that twisted Anderson into knots. He was not a callous animal. 
He was a tender, loving man, a proud husband, a devoted father. Debbie 
rested her head against his crotch, cuddling her face between his legs for 
warmth. 

"Debbie," he began. His voice came out a dulled whisper. He cleared his 
throat and tried again. "Debbie, how did you end up in this hotel?" 

She looked up, her eyes more curious than staring. 

"Why do you ask?" 

"You told me about the brothers that turn girls into prostitutes," he said. 
"But I can't believe they alone made you turn into a whore." 

She laughed softly in a way Anderson found very appealing. 

"It was not just them," she said. "You don't know about Madam Lavage, do 
you?" 

He shook his head. 

"Ms. Lavage is a sadist," said Debbie. "She puts the finishing touches on 
before we hit the street." 

What could one woman do to a girl like Debbie? He had known her for less 
than a day. How had she changed? 

"Ms. Lavage is a horrible woman," Debbie said. 

"So tell me about her." 

He moved back and let Debbie sit at the end of the bed. She saw his pecker 
flicker and grabbed for it, but he pushed her hand away. For several 
moments, she sat fighting with her own conscience. It was a hell of a 
struggle. She broke out in a sweat. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Several 
moments passed before she looked up, her eyes streaming with tears, and 
spoke. 

It was a sordid story, one so crude and inhuman that Anderson was moved to 
action. 

"And this happens to every girl?" he asked when she paused. 

Debbie nodded. 

Despite the obvious dangers, Anderson felt he must see for himself. Debbie 
listened to him, but she shook her head when he asked her to lead him to Ms. 
Lavage. 

"It's too dangerous," she said. "There are too many guards." 

"Like this one?" he said rising from the bed and throwing the door open. 

The boy with the squashed nuts lay passed out on the floor where he had 
fallen. 

"Now come on," he said. "I want to see for myself." 

Halfway down the hall they heard moaning. It was an odd sound the thick 
hotel walls and the even thicker carpet effectively soundproofed the ancient 
hotel rooms, yet the sounds were audible. 

They reached the last door and stopped. Anderson saw that Debbie was 
shaking all over. Her eyes were dilated from fright. He grabbed her by the 
arms and asked if this was the room. 

She nodded. 

Putting his ear to the door, Anderson heard a weak voice say, "Fuck! Fuck my 
cunt! Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop." 

That was funny. It sounded like Mary. Oh, God that sounded exactly like his 
Mary! 

His knees went weak and a cold chill went up his spine as he gripped the 
doorknob. The odds were a million to one that his daughter was behind that 
door. 

He tried the knob and found it locked. The door was pine, perhaps a 
replacement for the original, not well built. He put his shoulder against 
the wood, pressing forward. Go on, he told himself. The wood will give. Go 
in and see. 

Taking a deep breath, Anderson held the handle tightly. With sudden 
explosive force he slammed against the wood. The wood gave, then resisted, 
then finally broke. He heard wood splintering and a sharp pain in his 
shoulder as he came through, springing the door loose. 

Immediately he heard a scream behind him. He spun low, expecting to be met 
by a fist, or a gun. But it was only Alfred. 

He was standing behind the splintered door, holding his hard on. 

Anderson looked hard. Who was this fool standing naked, holding his cock? 
Then he noticed the door had swung back violently. It had caught Alfred 
squarely, jamming his erection back into his groin. 

"Ohhhhh!" he said, slumping to the floor. Anderson heard more noises. Only a 
fraction of a second had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. His eyes 
darted around, falling on the slumped, thin figure of a woman wearing vinyl 
boots. She was grinding her pelvis against the floor, moaning and screaming, 
slamming her boots on the carpet. 

"Aaaaiiieeee!" she gasped. 

Underneath the woman's grinding hips was the long, lean body of another 
woman. Anderson watched the girl's arms weaving in the air in slow motion, 
like long tendrils of kelp swaying in the ocean currents. Anderson was 
awestruck, his eyes bulging as the two naked bodies coupled together in an 
amorous embrace. One girl was hunching up and down, undulating like a snake. 
It was wild, heavy stuff as these two girls fucked each other. Almost as if 
she has a cock, thought Anderson. 

And then he saw it. As Lavage rose, the thick white dildo stuck out of her 
cunt. "Ooooo!" groaned the girl underneath. The other end of the dildo was 
jammed deep in her juicy cunt. 

"My God!" he gasped, seeing but not believing. "They are fucking each 
other!" 

A long, muscular arm came out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck. It was 
a man's arm and a strong one. A knee came up against his spine. His back 
arched like a bow. It was a searing, terrible pain. His lungs screamed for 
oxygen. His strength was slipping away as the arm squeezed his throat, 
wrenching his spine to the breaking point. Then he heard it. 

"Aaaaahhhh! I'm commmming!" groaned Mary. The buzzing dildo exploded in her 
collapsed cunt. She seized it and humped away, screaming with more joy than 
she had ever felt before. 

Mary, that's my Mary, Anderson realized. He lifted his legs, and summoning 
all his strength, curled into a ball and rolled back on the attacker. 

Surprised by his move, John lost his armhold and found himself falling. He 
crumpled heavily to the floor as Anderson's head popped loose. Anderson rose 
unsteadily to his feet. He kicked out and caught John in the balls. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" he gasped, holding his injured nuts. His scream of pain was 
matched by shouts of exquisite joy from Mary's open mouth. Lavage's skinny 
torso had been whisked aside and Mary was holding the dildo with both hands, 
driving the stout shaft in and out of her slit. 

Anderson rose unsteadily, looked at his daughter joy fucking her cunt, and 
almost crumpled back to the floor. It was an explosive jolt that took his 
breath away. He watched Mary flopping around like a fish out of water. That 
was his daughter, he kept repeating. That was his daughter over there! 

He was so weak that crawling the few feet to his daughter's orgasmic body 
was sheer torture. His daughter had not seen him yet. Her eyes were shut. 
She concentrated on the white fuck stick. 

Anderson watched, horrified, unable to do anything. Her fingers wrapped 
around the dildo. Her body was hot and sweaty and the odor of sex was 
overpowering. It hung like a thick cloud in the air. Faster and faster 
Mary's fingers worked. 

Her cunt channel ached from the stabbing dildo. The muscles cramped down 
tighter and tighter, squeezing like the jaws of a vise. Mary felt a shiver 
of joy, followed quickly by another and still another. Suddenly, the 
artificial cock disappeared in her slit and Mary was screaming at the top of 
her voice. 

"Yaaaaaa!" 

Her hips jerked and twisted and hunched. Electricity zinged through her cunt 
hole and up her spine and through her head. Her cunt squeezed down hard, 
spasmed with pleasure, then went soft. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, flopping against the floor. Suddenly the dildo was 
alive and her cunt was going crazy and she was screaming. Mary was coming 
again! 

Her father could only watch helplessly. His dick was hard as an iron stake, 
but he was too weak to fuck until his daughter turned her head, opened her 
fright filled eyes and groaned, "Help me, Daddy!" she moaned. 

For an instant their eyes met, drawing father and daughter together in a 
passionate embrace. Anderson somehow dragged himself between his daughter's 
spread legs. Her slit was puffy, terribly bloated. He ran his shaking hand 
up her thigh, covering the thick mound which held him in a trance. 

He wetted his fingers in her cunt juice and then lubed the end of his penis. 

"Hurry!" gasped Mary. She felt caught between reality and fantasy. She saw 
her father and it didn't surprise her. Somehow she'd known he would show up. 
As he touched her skin, Mary was afraid to talk, afraid that he might just 
be a figment of her imagination. Then his finger poked into her cunt and 
she gasped. That bony shaft, hard as a cock and just as big, was no 
illusion. And his hands, lifting up her buttocks, were not imagined. That 
was the real thing. 

Anderson was moving fast and furious. He was not the same man who minutes 
before was too exhausted to move. Eagerly, he massaged his daughter's 
cunt, making her slit soft with his two twisting fingers. 

It was Mary, his own daughter! He couldn't get over the shock. As his cock 
came up the trembling inside of her thigh, inching closer to the moist fuck 
hole, he moaned to himself about the evil of incest. It would ruin her for 
life. She would hate him, he thought. Hate him and every other man. Yet he 
couldn't bring himself to stop now. She had the most beautiful cunt in the 
world. It was just begging for his huge cock. All around them were sounds of 
men groaning, and two women were watching him violate his daughter. Debbie 
and Ms. Lavage stood at either side, their eyes sparkling like diamonds. 

I'm a bastard for fucking my own daughter, he thought, feeling his cock 
penetrating her pussy. I'll rot in hell for sure! 

But nothing would drag him away. And as his shaft slid nicely up her twat, 
and as Mary rolled her hips, moving her cunt so juice and soft flesh helped 
him inside, Anderson laughed to himself. 

He didn't really care what happened afterward. Like most loving fathers, Bob 
Anderson was finally doing what he had dreamt about all these years. And it 
was fantastic! Fucking fantastic! 


THE END
