PONY GIRL Part 2

The day her period was a week overdue and she knew she wasn’t going to get it was the day she boarded a bus for Iowa City and ran away from home.
She had been a woman now for a few months and had tried to do some reading on the subject of prevention of pregnancy and on the biological procedure of impregnating a woman. Biology class was vague on the subject, and the information she could glean from the pussyfooting texts in the school library was not very informative.
But when her period showed absolutely no sign of showing up, it did not take a doctor to fill her up with the certain knowledge that she was pregnant.
She was frightened. What would her father do if he found out? Would he abort her? Loose interest in her? And then of course was the question of the child’s father. She did not let her mind touch that grim subject at all, until she had stolen her mother’s cookie jar money, all of thirty-two dollars, and walked down the dusty road into town. Her father was out in the fields working that morning, and her mother simply didn’t notice.
She knew the stationmaster would remember that Lena Hanson had bought a ticket for Iowa City, and that sooner or later he would get around to reporting it to her father, once her absence was discovered. So she bought a ticket first for a small town near Iowa City, and then bought another ticket on the bus for the city. She had never been to a city before. In fact, she had never been on a bus before, never been out of her own hometown.
Ret, her older brother, lived in Iowa City, and she thought vaguely about trying to find him. But she wasn’t sure if he would help her, listen to her story and believe her, or simply return her to her father. She would work out that problem when she got there, she decided as she allowed herself to sink into free slumber, when had she ever felt so free in her life? she wondered in her dreams, as the bus rolled out onto the highway parting the fields of young growing wheat.
It was with great pleasure that she opened her eyes once just as the bus was passing her father’s own fields. She could see him, as she slumped behind the tinted window of the bus, bending over, struggling with a root that lay in the tractor’s path. She could see the bulge of his sexual apparatus and she laughed snidely and her hands instinctively went down protectively over her crotch until the bus had rolled on.
The man sitting in the seat beside her raised his eyebrows at the very luscious young girl, fully developed, with lovely breasts and arms and thighs, holding her crotch with her hands. He turned a page of his newspaper and decided he would talk to her later on, for now, he saw, she had fallen asleep in the same position.
She had horrible dreams: of being in a cramped, filthy apartment that smelled of her mother’s boiled cabbage. She was lying down with the lower half of her body naked and her knees raised as a hideous old woman tried to extract a baby from her cunt. She was asking the old woman if it were possible for a human girl, a woman to become impregnated by another species, say, by a horse. The old woman didn’t answer. She just kept pulling at something that was stuck in Lena’s cunt.
Lena kept asking and asking, but all she heard was the old woman’s wheezing and cackling. Lena felt something hard, like a hoof, kick against her stretching, straining thighs and she asked again, “Could a woman couple with a horse and have a…”
“Could a couple live in a house?” the man beside her was repeating.
She wakened to find it nighttime. The bus was pulling into a city. She knew it was a city because there was so much noise and motion all around them, and for as far as she could see there were bright shifting lights.
“You were talking in your sleep,” the man said. “You were asking something about if a couple could live in a house. My name’s Bill. Where are you going?”
“Um, Iowa City,” she said. “To visit my relatives. Are we here,” she turned to the window.
“Almost,” he said. He was a handsome, friendly looking man. He carried a leather attache case and he spoke to her as if she were his age, which made her feel very grown-up. She was grown-up, she thought ironically. She was going to have a baby, or rather, an abortion.
“We’re still in the suburbs. But we’ll be in Iowa City soon. I’m getting off there too. Will your relatives be meeting you at the bus stop there?” he asked.
“N-no,” she said.
“Then perhaps I could accompany you for a while, until they come to pick you up. I could help you get a cab, or find a phone.”
“Thanks. Maybe,” she said. She had to think fast now. She didn’t know what her plans were going to be. She looked slyly at this man named Bill now, wondering if he would help her if she confided in him. Maybe he could tell her where she could go to get an abortion, and how much it cost.
When they got into Iowa City proper, she allowed him to take her into the bar across from the bus station. She had made a stop in the ladies room and put on some make-up that a girlfriend had given her as a joke for a birthday present last year. She had never before had occasion to wear it.
When she came out of the bathroom, she walked over to where Bill waited for her at the bar.
“Well,” he said when he saw her. “I bet they won’t even ask you for an I.D. now.”
He was right. They served her a martini, which was what he was drinking, without carding her.
“Just how old ARE you? For the record’s sake,” he asked her, whispering in her ear. In her jean skirt and red blouse and nice sandals, all filled out with her lovely buxom, womanly form, she looked quite adult.
“Eighteen,” she said.
“That’s old enough,” he replied judiciously ordering two more martinis. He knew of course that she was lying.
After a few martinis they were quite good friends, and she didn’t even flinch when he slid his hand right up her skirt to her thighs.
“You’re not new at this, are you?” he smiled. He had a cute wispy blond mustache and he didn’t seem so old to her anymore.
“What do you do?” she asked him. “Why are you in Iowa City tonight?”
Bill said, “I’m a traveling salesman, honey. I sell soaps and perfumes, and anything else a lady might like, door to door. Iowa City’s my home base. I’ve come home for a little rest spell before hitting the road again. Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight little honey? Looks like your folks didn’t know you were going to be on this bus.”
“Look, I do need a place to stay,” she admitted.
It wasn’t until they had helped each other down the streets, to a crummy side street near the train station, and up a flight of foul-smelling stairs and into his furnished one room, that she confessed to him her real need.
“I’m in trouble. You know, my boyfriend got me in trouble. And I’ve come here to Iowa City to… get rid of it. Can you tell me where to go? What to do?” she asked. She didn’t even sound or feel pathetic as she asked for this stranger’s help and advice. She was sitting quite comfortably, one leg over the arm of a moth-eaten chair, as he mixed them some more martinis in an empty apple juice jar.
“Ah,” he said debonairly. “In trouble. Boy trouble. Well, I’m just glad to know that I’m not the first, in your case, to be corrupting the…” he eyed the space between her spread legs, “morals of a minor.”
“Can you help me?” she asked. She massaged her boobs under her blouse and stretched coyly, looking at him from under lidded eyes.
He got up and wrote down a name and address on a piece of paper. “Take the number one bus to Grove Street, about twenty minutes from here. Say you know a friend of Gina’s.”
“Thanks,” she said, tucking the slip of paper in her bra.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said.
They both climbed joyously into the big old springy double bed. It was high off the ground and the springs were so old they sagged all over. It was like trying to lie down in soft cheese, and they laughed and giggled and pulled each other’s clothes off.
Bill exclaimed at the softness and hugeness of her tits. Even for an eighteen-year-old, she was well developed. He couldn’t touch her boobs enough with his face and tongue, rubbing his cheeks against them and licking them all over. He wanted to rub his feet on her boobs and his stomach and arms, and of course his cock which grew hard as he rolled back and forth in the valley between her boobs.
They kissed, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, while she let her hands slip down and run all over his veined cock and tickle his hairy balls. She liked to squeeze his balls in her hand, gently, and feel the one ball roll into the other. She wondered if she could make them switch sides.
Meanwhile, he seemed content to kiss her mouth with his tongue, sticking it way in deep, running over her teeth.
She thought he would never turn his attention to her more pressing parts; he avoided touching below her waist at all with his hands. She wondered if something was wrong with him, and checked once quickly with her eyes.
No, his penis looked all right, large and hard.
Suddenly, with the forthright understanding of a twelve-year-old, she sat up in bed and took his head in her hands. “Haven’t you ever fucked a girl before? Is this the first time?”
He blushed in shame.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty-two,” he said.
She put her tongue between her lips and shook her head in coy dismay. Her boobs shook too in sympathy and he dove for them, sucking them, pulling them around either side of his head.
She let him play that way a while longer, then she pushed his hands away and said, “Are you ready?”
“Sit back there, no farther away. Way back, at the foot of the bed there, and just watch, so you get accustomed to what you see. When you want what you see, come and get it,” she whispered.
He positioned himself at the foot of the bed as she had commanded and watched her. She propped the pillows up behind her so she could lie back comfortably.
She pulled down her white panties and spread her legs with her knees bent so he could take his first look at live female pussy. But she found that staring at his youthful fuzzy mustache distracted her so she closed her eyes.
She was thinking of the horse, Red Beauty, and his long slimy dick, when she parted her pussy with her fingers and showed him her meat. She stuck two fingers in, one on each side, and brought up for his viewing pleasure some of the redder, wetter inner meat. She poked her fingers way deep inside. They came up and out wet and shining and she made him lean over and sniff her fingers and lick them.
She parted the labia to show him the sweet little canal of pussy flesh that invited him down into the thicker meat of the love cave. She diddled with the labia, swatting them with her fingers so they filled with the excretion of desire and sat up bold and hard. The little nub of flesh between the labia she tweaked with her fingers.
“Wait, let me,” he said. And he followed her directions like a willing pupil. She had creamed and creamed again under his deft fingers when he finally withdrew his sticky hands, and said, “I want it now.”
“Take it baby, it’s all yours,” she said. And she held her cunt parted with her fingers for him as he brought his dry big cock to her opening. At first touch his cock became wet with her cunt-wetness and the big bulbous head of his cock started to slide right into her cuntmeat, like a kid being pushed off a slide.
He sank into her, and his cock parted her warm meat like a knife sinking into tender steak. He couldn’t believe that it was his cock, his own aching, denied member, that could do so much so easily to this yielding pussy beneath him.
She WANTED him to stick his fingers in her as he stuck his big cock-finger in and out of her, she wanted him to smell the stale, fishy odor of her cunt. He could smell it as he turned away from kissing her mouth to stare down at the big animal—the red dick, that was taming her and making her melt like chocolate left out in the sun.
It was so different to come into a girl’s pussy after a lifetime spent coming in his own hand. Her pussy was so… soft and enclosed and slippery. She gripped his dick with her pussymuscles tighter than he could ever grip with his hand, and she didn’t let go. It felt like some creature had attached itself to him and was sucking on him, and he let her pussy suck and suck and suck him until he lost control and spurted his thick white cream into the deep pussy-smelling cunt.
They both sighed with pleasure, and soon after began touching again. He just could not get enough of her breasts, and he loved to watch her open her cunt to him from all different angles. He couldn’t believe a woman would get on her hands and knees and let him look straight at her open cunt and her ass. It turned him on.
In the morning neither of them was very rested. Nevertheless, at noon, he swatted her out of bed. He had to report to his office, and she had to go take care of her business.
Gina was his sister, it turned out, and the abortion would cost one hundred bucks. Lena almost cried when she heard this. Bill had told her it might be expensive, but he hadn’t known what the current going price was. The price was always changing depending on the current status of the anti-abortion laws in the state. She cried in Bill’s arms that night, and he stroked her hair and told her not to worry.
“But where am I going to get a hundred dollars?” she sobbed. “I don’t have any money left.”
“You can get a job he told her,” trailing his fingers in her cunt. He was quite bold now.
“A job doing what? I can’t do anything,” she said, writhing with pleasure.
“They need a girl, to waitress, at the cafe down the street,” he suggested, placing his mouth on her cunt and trying the pleasures of eating out a young girl for the first time in his life. His tongue slipped way down deep inside her and she cried out in pleasure. It was like a little dick, except much more acrobatic than a dick, slipping and sliding inside her now, like a seal. He stuck one or two fingers inside her now too, while he continued the manipulations with his tongue. One finger plied inside her cunt, making her clit stand up tall and salute, while another lesser-privileged finger, stayed on duty at the fleshy mound between her labia making her come in two ways at once.
She couldn’t let such sincerity go unnoticed. She promptly sat up, turned around and licked his hard cock with her hard, flattened tongue. She licked the cock starting at the bulbous head and straight down the underside of it, holding the pleased creature between steady fingers. After such rubbing had strengthened the hardness of the cock even more, making it stand up even straighter, she placed her lips over the top of the penis, so that the slick head of the dick slid in and out of her mouth while her hands frenzied him up and down.
Her fingers pumped the white cream up the shaft while her soft firm lips sucked the stuff out of him and slurped it up.
The next morning she went down the street to go to work. The train station district was rough and dirty, and she only wore an apron for two hours before she turned it back in and walked down the street stumbling and crying. She couldn’t make change fast enough for the rough customers, and she dreaded their snide remarks and pinches on her behind. She was not cut out to be a waitress and she’d made only a quarter in tips. At that rate, she’d have the baby before she could get the abortion.
She waited for Bill in his room all that day. He came home with bad news. He was leaving for Tulsa, Oklahoma the next morning. He assured her that she could stay in his room in the meantime.
He took her out that night to cheer her up. He’d just gotten paid. He took her to one club and then another that he knew. They ended the night in a place one flight down where the drinks were cheap and the clientele bawdy, drunk and bizarre.
Women were dressed up in plumes and sequins and tight gowns and they sat all over the men and danced with them as if they were making love. The men drank and roared and were loud with their lewd jokes. There was an act coming on and everyone was waiting for it with great anticipation.
“From Mexico, Tequila,” Lena heard one man say to another. “Girl does it with a donkey!!!”
“Really, man? Shit. Women are disgusting. Shit. That’s one thing I can’t wait to see!!” replied his friend, a hairy man with a big stain down the front of his white shirt.
“I wonder what she gets paid for doing it,” said Bill at her ear.
Lena wondered too and already a plan was forming in her head. She didn’t say anything about it to Bill. But she waited with interest for the act to begin too.
The act, when it finally happened, was very disappointing. At least Lena thought so. The crowd didn’t seem to be well versed in the art of fucking an animal, so they didn’t seem to notice how Consuela, the Mexican senorita, faked it.
Maybe they noticed and didn’t care, pondered Lena, sipping her drink and watching Bill’s face as it grew red with lasciviousness and he gripped her thigh. Maybe the crowd felt they got what they paid for when they got excited by the mere idea of a woman fucking a donkey.
For all Consuela did was come out in a kinky costume of leather, and high-heeled leather boots. She wore a mantilla in her hair, and a veil, and she did a striptease. Paring down slowly, in time to rhythmic music, to a black bra that revealed more of her long sleek boobies than it covered, and a g-string that split open her cunt and disappeared between her buttocks behind, she was quite sexy-looking, Lena had to admit.
But Lena was more interested, professionally, in the donkey. It was brought on and tethered to a post at the beginning of the act when Consuela started to strip. She directed her striptease at the donkey, but he didn’t seem to notice or care when she spread her legs in front of his nose and played with her cunt for him.
Lena couldn’t even see that the donkey, a dirty, but not old thing, got hard.
Then after much splitting of her cunt and her ass, and playing with her tits for the audience’s sake, Consuela sat down on the donkey’s back, her open cunt flat against his hide, and rode him around back and forth on the stage while she squirmed and let on that even this felt good.
Finally, as the hoots and hisses of the crowd urged her on, she crawled beneath the grey creature and locked her legs up around his back. Her back lay on the floor and she pretended to touch the donkey’s genitals with her hands. She smiled a big wet grin at the audience and said, “Oh, he is so big. I want his donkey-dick in me.” And as the audience whistled and yelled, she moved her hips up as if she were inserting a dick in her, and then she moved back and forth. But all the action was really hidden from view. It was just a simulation, Lena decided, though Consuela brought the house down with applause. She went through the tables after that, in her g-string and bra, collecting tips in a hat.
“How did you like that?” Bill asked afterwards, as they made their way home supporting each other through the hot dry streets.
“It was okay,” said Lena nonchalantly.
“Think you’d ever like to do it with a donkey?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said.
He left the next morning for Tulsa saying she was welcome to stay until he got back and he was sure she’d find some way to make money. She kissed him goodbye and then went back to bed. That afternoon she managed to let a shop clerk allow her to buy some clothes: a pair of sexy panties, black with a slit at the crotch, and a bra with open holes for the nipples to slip through, on credit.
She took these with her back to the Black Pussycat, the bar where the donkey act was playing. She knocked on the basement door and was told the Black Pussycat didn’t open until ten.
“I’m here to see Consuela,” she said, and finally she was admitted after she told the voice she had some money for Consuela.
The Mexican girl, (Lena doubted whether she was really even Mexican), was sitting in her dressing room eating dinner. She listened curiously to the strange girl’s proposal to take over her act for a few nights.
“How much do you make a night?” Lena asked.
“I make about fifty bucks a night,” Consuela blew blue smoke out of her reddened lips. She was dressed in a torn and dirty silk kimono and she sat amid a dressing room full of clothes: feather boas, more dirty silk kimonos, g-strings in all colors and the like.
“The bar gives me twenty-five and I make the rest in tips,” Consuela said.
“I’ll give you the twenty-five bucks every night for a week, if you’ll let me do the act and collect all the tips,” the confident Lena said.
“How do I know you can handle this act?” asked Consuela coolly. This girl looked mighty young to her.
“Where’s your donkey? I’ll show you,” said Lena.
Consuela took Lena around to the back where there was a shed in the yard. The donkey, whose name was Pepe, was in there munching on his dinner.
With one adept movement, Lena dropped her panties and lifted her skirt. Then she was down on the ground under Pepe. Her hands quickly, gently stroked his furry sheath, so much smaller than the cock-holders of her beloved stallions back home.
Before the donkey could realize that someone new was playing with him, his sheath had released his tiny little cock, all slick and red like a stallion’s, but so much smaller!
Lena laughed at the thought of how cushy this job would be, as she relaxedly pulled her cunt up over the donkey’s cock and began going up and down.
Consuela stared wide-eyed and finally said, “Okay! Okay! My God, you can stop now! I believe you can do the act!”
Lena dropped back down to the ground and rolled out from under the donkey. Pepe seemed to look at her with some malevolence in his red donkey eyes, because she had excited him so far, more than he had been excited in a long time, as Consuela did not allow him to mate with females of his kind while they were on the road, and yet she had not brought him to ejaculation.
Lena laughed and patted him on the head. “I’ll see you tonight Pepe. You’ll get another chance.” She shook hands with Consuela on the deal, and then Consuela took her to meet the proprietor of the house and explain the change in the act for the next week to come.
That night, or rather the next morning, for the donkey act didn’t go on until one in the morning, Lena was all set. She was a little nervous, she had to admit, because she had never performed in front of people before, not even in a school play.
But she reminded herself what the money was for: an abortion, and freedom, a beginning of a new life of independence and freedom, far away from the man who first poured a male’s smelly corruption into her body and left her with no peace in life.
Lena began her act differently than Consuela. Lena came on in a filmy black nightie that just barely came down to the top of the black briefs. She wore high black heels and she pretended to be waiting for her husband to come home. She pretended to be dusting her home with Consuela’s big black feather duster, and she raised her black negligee and dusted her big swaying boobs while the audience whistled and licked its lips. Then she bent over and showed the crowd the split in her black panties and she pretended to dust what lay between the split. She indicated to the audience that she sure wished her husband would come home because she wanted to… and she made gestures with the handle end of the duster which left no doubt about what she wanted to do.
The crowd roared with laughter when the donkey walked on stage and Lena pretended to express love and delight that her darling husband was home. She caressed the donkey’s face and ears, murmuring “Pepe” in his scruffy ears.
She removed the nightie and swung her breasts before the donkey. The audience loved the way her dusky nipples hung out, exposed, at the end of her long white tits, still partially encased in the lacy black brassiere.
But the crowd was getting restless. They were urging her on.
She winked at them and sat down behind the donkey, with her knees spread. The audience couldn’t see her head then, concealed behind the animal, but they could see, quite clearly, one of her little white hands as it massaged first the hairy sheath of the animal’s genitals, and then the slickened red dick as it grew and grew out of the dull fur. The audience clapped louder and louder as the donkey dick grew.
The audience could also see quite clearly what she was doing with her other hand, which was sunk deep into her cunt. They could watch her rooting in and playing with herself.
One man couldn’t restrain himself (the music too was very slow and rhythmic) and he ran up to the edge of the stage and put his hand out to her pussy. His arm didn’t reach though and someone pulled him down.
Now it was time to do her stuff. The donkey’s cock was fully erect.
She slid her body entirely underneath him and then, with the audience’s eyes full on the erect red cock, she grasped the creature between her legs and slowly inserted the wet dick up her thighs, into her cunthole which she held open for it.
The audience was entirely silent as, as if with one pair of eyes, they watched the slimy red donkey cock disappear into the cunt of the long-titted woman.
She slid back and forth on it, allowing the red slimy erection to make itself seen by the audience each time, before she slid back down on it, and each time the audience cheered. With one hand she massaged the belly of the animal, to calm him and make him stand still while she did the fucking.
Now she was moving, sliding, up and down very fast. It didn’t feel like much to her. It felt like Bill’s little finger. But the audience loved it and so did Pepe because suddenly she felt a little squirt of hot juice and the donkey had come inside her on the last plunge.
Immediately she jumped and parted her cunt to let the crowd see the white donkey semen slipping out of her red cunt and across the slit of her black panties.
They cheered. Consuela, watching from the wings, clapped.
Someone threw her a rag, and she wiped herself. Then she descended down into the pit where the drinkers were, to talk with them, and let some of the more well-dressed men stick a finger or two up her now clean cunt, while she collected the greenbacks in an old top hat she had found in Consuela’s dressing room.
In a week, Lena had made over $300. Her act was a big hit. Even Consuela was impressed. Sunday she went to the house of the woman named Gina to have her pregnancy aborted. She was terrified.
She was too afraid to ask the woman if women could bear the fetus of an animal. She felt awkward at the idea of having to explain about Red Beauty and Black Pride. Other people wouldn’t understand. They would think it weird, strange, and abnormal, for a young girl to have made love with horses.
Gina was a buxom, middle-aged woman with a red wig. Not your typical mid-wife. But she was efficient and businesslike, and in no time she had Lena off the table with the good news that she was pregnant no longer.
“What was it?” Lena asked, fearfully.
“What?” called Gina from the next room. “You just lie there and rest for a while. A couple of hours if you need to. Try not to talk.”
“But, I mean, the baby, what was it?”
“It wasn’t much, honey. I don’t want to upset you, but it wasn’t a healthy normal fetus. It’s just as well it didn’t come into the world.”
“What do you mean?” called Lena trying to get up. An incredible pain seared her thighs as she did so, and she immediately lay back down on the bed.
“Just you rest. I’ll be back in a while with something for you to drink that will help you heal,” Gina said, and she went away.
While she lay there, Lena had a lot to think about. What would she do next, for example. Would she stay here in Iowa City? What would she do when her money ran out again? Could she possibly go back home, and take up that existence of swinging between being raped by her father and making it with his horses?
She wondered if he would ever find out how she had gotten her revenge on him, right under his nose. She thought for a moment too about Brad King. She wondered if she’d ever see him again. Did he ever think about her? She didn’t know.
Life certainly was confusing. There was no clear path to follow, as there was in her mother’s day.
Lena thought about her mother, giving birth to all those babies, and then watching them die, or grow up and leave home. Had her father gone back to abusing and beating her mother now that Lena had left home? Had he made any attempt to look for her? She was surprised every morning when she woke up in Bill’s nice big double bed in the room streaming with sunlight that it hadn’t all disappeared in the night and that she wasn’t home again, having to get up to feed the chickens and pigs, and dread the sound of her father’s footsteps.
She spent a couple of days taking it easy. She bought herself some clothes with the remaining money she had and took herself out to a nice restaurant where she resolutely turned down the offers of admiring men. Her money ran down and she had to go back to Consuela and the donkey act.
Consuela explained that she was only going to be in town another week. After that she was moving on south.
Lena’s performance was greeted with enthusiasm by the audiences at the Black Pussycat, as before, and she made some more money—enough to open a modest bank account with. She felt very proud of herself.
On the last night of her act, Lena was startled by a familiar face in the crowd. It was the face of Ret, her older brother. He was sitting in the front row at a little private table and he had a woman with him.
She was sure Ret hadn’t recognized Lena as his own sister. She wore a lot of makeup, and Ret thought she was back at home on the farm after all.
She had a note sent to him, asking him to be sure that he stayed for a few moments after the act because there was a lady who wanted to see him.
She watched him receive the note and look around the room for the silent lady and she saw the lady beside looking annoyed. After that, Lena didn’t notice much else. She had to get it on with Pepe. Pepe was ornery that night, as donkeys will sometimes be. She had added a little costume for him to the act. He wore a straw hat with holes cut out for ears, and a little pair of boxer shorts and a tie, so that when she called him her husband it drew more laughs from the crowd.
Tonight Pepe’s dick got bigger than it ever had before. Pepe was growing, or learning or both! Lena thought, as she crawled under him, being sure to lift the filmy black negligee she wore high so that it revealed her tits, which were as big as her thighs. She opened her legs for Pepe. He shoved his cock in her, and this time it felt as big as Bill’s thumb.
The audience gasped. They had never seen a woman make it with an animal before, most of them. And that a woman would do it voluntarily, for money, in front of others, was incredible.
“Pepe, I like your dick,” Lena crooned, going up and down on it. “My little husband, why did you come home so late from work today? Have you been seeing other women?” she asked him indignantly as she plunged on top of him, and the donkey brayed, and the audience laughed.
After the donkey came, his white donkey semen dripping on the floor beneath her, to the audience’s additional gasps, Lena went backstage for a moment to clean herself. Then she came out again and went down into the pit to collect her tips.
Often the men would like to put the bills on the corner of a table and make her pick up the money between her legs with her thighs. She thought this was very silly, but they insisted so she did it.
She still wore the costume from her act: the black nightie that came to her navel, the black see-through briefs with the slit at the cunt, and black high pumps. She had forgotten about the presence of her brother and was feeling good tonight. A black man put out a bill on the corner of his table. She couldn’t tell whose picture was on the bill, but the man was very good-looking and very well dressed. He looked quite wealthy and he had a very fancy dame sitting beside him, so Lena went all out.
Each time she approached the table with her open thighs, to catch the money, he moved the money farther back. Each time he moved it back, everyone laughed.
Finally, Lena put one foot high on their table. Her black stockinged leg caused quite a sensation, as did the slit of the panties she wore. With her leg lifted, all could see quite clearly, and from close up, the pink slit of her own, that lay between the black slit of the panties. Someone put a coin in the jukebox, and slow sexy music began. Lena began to gyrate, with her leg raised, in time to the music. It would be good for tips, she figured.
The black man let her have the bill—it turned out to be a $100.00, and she moved on to the other tables. Many of the men wanted to reach out and touch her pussy with their fingers—just touch it, and she let them. The little timid fingers reaching out to her just vaguely tickled the outside of her cunt, and she had to part her labia with her own fingers, and dip her own fingers in her honeypot and make her own clit and labia painful with desire and lust, in order to give the men the kind of sight they wanted to see: a cunt that was wet and inviting, as if it were just waiting to be penetrated by one of their dicks, many of which we’re hard under the tables of the little joint. Finally to a last drumbeat, and a last bump and grind, Lena hurried to the dressing room in back to change and make her appointment with her brother. She hoped he was still waiting.
He was. She walked up to his table and said, “Excuse me, I am the lady who sent you that note. May I join you?”
The woman sitting next to Ret gave a cold look but Ret said, “Please do.”
“You don’t know who I am,” Lena said.
“No,” he gave a quizzical look at the woman.
“I’m your sister, Lena,” she said. Ret almost fell off his chair backwards.
“Good God,” he said. “It is Lena.”
She still had on her makeup from the act, but she was wearing street clothes now. Still, the last time he had seen her was when she was seven and still a little girl. Now, at almost thirteen, she had changed much, she guessed.
“This is my wife, Carol,” Ret introduced the two women. Carol was very silent and not too friendly.
“Where are you staying? What are you doing in Iowa City?” Ret asked.
Lena said: “Let’s go somewhere else where we can talk.”
They went back to Ret and Carol’s place. Ret and Carol lived in a trailer in a park outside of town. They had a Ford station wagon.
Inside the trailer they offered Lena a drink. She accepted and then sat down happily. She felt at home. She started to ask Ret and Carol how long they had been married and what they did for a living and how they liked Iowa City and how long they had been there, and had they heard from their parents lately?
But Ret and Carol plied her with questions without answering any of the ones directed at them. Lena, under the influence of the drinks, spoke quite freely with them. She even cried a few times in recounting her story of the last year.
“Ret, you know how father always abused Mother? How we would often hear her screaming in the middle of the night? I know you remember because I know that’s partly what drove you away when you were fifteen. That, and there being no future on that farm. Well, I’m only thirteen myself but I had to get out too. On my own.”
“Ret, Daddy, well, he came to me as if I were a woman he met in one of his places. You understand what I’m saying? He raped me. Many times. He was making it a way of life. I had to get out. So I came here. They don’t know where I am, and I don’t know what I’m going to do, but all I know is, it’s so good to have found you brother, and you too, Carol. Now I feel as if I have a real family.”
They put Lena to bed in the living room for that night. Ret and Carol retired to their own end of the trailer.
They stayed up late talking. Mr. Hanson had put up a reward for Lena’s return and they knew of it. He was offering $700 for any information leading to the return of his daughter. Ret and Carol needed some money—badly.
In the years since Ret had left home, he had done many different things to make a buck, but mostly he had drifted. He’d been a used car salesman, a door-to-door brush salesman, he’d sold encyclopedias and drugs. He’d even made his way for a while on the strength of his poker game, and he’d let one or two girls support him with what lay between their legs.
He’d been with Carol now for about a year. They were pretty tight. Carol was a lot older than she looked. She was 45, and her red hair was a wig. She wore lots of makeup and had a petite figure, so that people often did not realize her age while she sat beside the youthful Ret.
Ret liked Carol. Perhaps he found in her the mother he’d never had in his own mother. Mara Hanson had been no less able to defend or protect her son from her husband than she had been able to protect Lena. And Roland Hanson had not been easy on his son either. He had worked him hard, giving him no money, and often let him feel the lash of his riding crop or the rock of his fists.
Unfortunately, Ret had not become a kind, understanding, compassionate person after all his suffering. He had instead his father’s brute-like nature.
Unlike his father forced into by circumstances. At least that was how he looked at it now. He did not like to have to plot, as he did in bed now with Carol, against his own baby sister. But he needed money.
In the morning, Carol made them all breakfast: powdered scrambled eggs and instant coffee and grits. It was in the morning that Lena realized Carol was not as young as Lena had originally thought. She saw that Carol’s red hair was a wig. She saw the lines beneath Carol’s thick make-up. But the couple was very friendly to her and insisted that she go back into town and get all her things and come and stay with them.
Ret drove her to Bill’s house where she picked up her clothes. He took her out to lunch at a nice place where she had beer and wiener schnitzel. They went back to the trailer where Carol was waiting for them. Carol had gone out that day and bought some rope.
Ret had to run into his bedroom in the back where he broke down crying. Carol had followed him in. She held him in her arms and spoke to him lovingly.
“Honey, I know she’s your sister, but it’s dog eat dog in this world, and it’s either us or her. You know how we could use those seven hundred smackers baby,” she said.
“I know,” he sobbed into her tits.
“We could take that little trip out west we been talking about for so long. To the Yellowstone Park. You know how much I want to see that geyser I been hearing about all my life since I was a little girl. And the Grand Canyon? And you could meet up with that big poker game that happens in September. Honey, it could mean our whole future,” she dried his eyes.
They plied Lena with liquor and talk that night, and she fell asleep intoxicated on the couch again. When she woke up in the morning she was tied and bound to the sofa.
“What? What’s going on here?” she immediately began to yell.
Ret and Carol awoke to her screams. It was only seven o’clock in the morning.
“Oh jiminy, the kid’s screaming,” said Carol.
“Honey, what are we going to do? I can’t go out there and look her in the face,” said Ret.
“I’ll take care of it,” said Carol. She slipped a torn bathrobe over her body, covering up her sagging breasts, and went out into the living room. She surveyed the pathetic creature on the couch.
Lena was beautiful, as beautiful as Carol had once been, many years before. Lena’s lips were a rosy red as she awoke in confusion, and the passion of her fear flushed her cheeks. Her body spoke for itself, all curves and young firm flesh as she twisted in her bonds. Carol had tied her well the night before, securing her hands behind her back and tying her feet together, and then tying the whole to one of the legs of the couch.
She gave Lena a glass of water to quench her thirst, and said, “Honey, the stiller you lie, the better it will be for you. Now we’re only doing what’s best for you. You know your brother would never harm you. Just trust his judgment.”
But as Lena continued to squirm and holler, Carol was forced to gag her with a dishtowel from the sink. Then she went back to Ret’s bed.
They left her tied up that day. She was hungry and thirsty and she couldn’t even get to the bathroom. She was sobbing the whole time beneath her gag at her brother’s treachery. She didn’t even know what he intended to do with her, not knowing about the reward her father had offered for her which Ret intended to collect.
The only company she had all day was Carol’s Irish setter. It was a beautiful dog and though Carol had instructed it to make sure Lena didn’t escape, the dog was very sympathetic toward Lena. He came over and put his head on her breasts and looked up into her miserable eyes with his big, wordless dog eyes. He had a beautiful red coat which Carol brushed every day. His red hair reminded Lena of Red Beauty and she was at once comforted by the memory, and terrified. Something told her this bondage was leading back to her life on the farm.
When Ret and Carol returned that night they conferred in their bedroom. Ret told Carol he had answered the ad in the paper that offered the reward, but he had not been able to speak directly to his father that day. Mr. Hanson was apparently out of town following up another lead on his daughter.
“Well, what do we do with her in the meantime, until we get in touch with your old man?” Carol asked.
“Honey, I guess we just have to keep her here for a while,” Ret said miserably.
They returned to the living room, where Buster, the dog was sadly licking Lena’s face which was wet with tears.
They untied the gag for a while.
Ret explained the situation: “Poor kid,” he said to her. Even untying her hands and holding one of them. “You’re sick,” he told her. “I tried to contact Dad to let him know where you are. You need to go home. You’re too young to be out on your own yet. You need to find a man to support you and help you. I don’t like to think of my very own sister doing… what you were doing that night we found each other at the Black Pussycat.”
“If you hate to see that sort of thing so much, what the hell were you doing there yourself.” Lena asked viciously, grabbing her hand away from him. She hadn’t related that part of the story to him about her and the horses, nor had she told him of the deformed fetus of her abortion, or of her abortion.
“Some women have to do those things,” Carol interjected. “But they’re bad women. Not nice girls like you. We were only there to see some of your brother’s business contacts.”
“What’s his business, prostitution?” sneered Lena.
Ret and Carol exchanged a glance.
Carol said, “She’s too young to, understand. Someday she’ll thank us for rescuing her from a life like this, and for returning her home.”
“I will not, you hypocritical… I don’t know what the two of you get out of this, but I’ll never forgive you, never!”
“Tie the gag on her again,” said Ret getting up from the couch and looking away. Carol neatly replaced the gag.
Before they left the house again the next day, Lena begged to be allowed to speak again.
“Well?” said Carol after the gag was off.
“When you inhuman robots leave me here like this, I can’t even get to the bathroom!” protested Lena. “I’ll wet all over your couch.”
“Hmm, that’s true,” pondered Carol.
“What can we do?” asked Ret.
“Tie her up in the bathroom,” said Carol simply.
This they did. They simply moved her place of bondage from the couch in the living room to the little bathroom where they tied her by the neck to the sink. Carol had the additional bright idea of leaving Lena in her black panties with the slit from her act.
“You can go anytime you want now, honey,” she laughed to see the voluptuous girl, in her sexy black briefs, bound hand and foot, gagged, and tied to the sink.
They closed the bathroom door and left the house.
The day passed slowly. Lena could hear Buster, the Irish setter, whimpering just outside the door and she whimpered back in answer.
Buster kept pushing at the door. Trailers are made out of plywood and cardboard, at least Ret’s and Carol’s was, and though they had locked the bathroom door, Buster soon had pushed it open.
It was a great comfort to have some living creature who was sympathetic to her. Lena sat on the tiled floor, miserable, and Buster came in and put his head between her knees. She couldn’t pet him so instead she rubbed her legs against him. His coat was shining clean and his eyes were clear and intelligent looking.
“Buster, Buster,” Lena crooned.
Buster licked her bare legs. The dog nosed her crotch. Dogs, unlike most people, do not have the sexual compunctions, taboos and niceties that humans have, and since Lena was tied up and couldn’t push his head away, he nosed freely at her crotch, able for once to get his fill of the smell of the human female sex.
Lena kept rubbing against his flanks with her thighs and the dog lay down between her legs. His tongue was long and thick, much bigger of course than a human tongue.
Lena’s sex was catching on fire as she lay there with the living creature between her legs. She thought of Bill, and his cozy furnished room. She wished she had never accepted her brother’s supposed offer of hospitality. She had been so happy at Bill’s. She wondered when he would return, if she would still be here, or already back on her father’s farm. She had left Bill a note, with the address of her brother’s trailer on it. She dreamed of a gallant rescue, but knew that only happens in books.
She thought of Brad King, and of that glorious night when he had found her riding Red Beauty, and of how he hadn’t been shocked or ashamed or disgusted by her, but had wanted her for his own. He had loved her, yes, truly loved her that night. She wondered if he thought of her at all anymore. He probably went out with so many other girls that she had become only a vague memory.
She felt so sorry for herself, sitting locked in this john in a deserted trailer. Her legs ached and she stretched them. The slit of her bikini pants opened. The dog put his cold nose up to the pink flesh revealed by the slit.
“Oh, yes,” Lena sighed.
Buster sniffed and licked her.
It was quite an unusual sensation. The dog’s tongue was rough and bumpy and he was able to lick her in a way she had never been licked before. His tongue was able to cover the whole outside surface of her cunt with each lick. But best of all was when he stuck his nose into the place between her legs and it sunk in.
Then she groaned and shifted uneasily on the floor.
She looked down into his dog eyes. Did he know what he was doing?
Buster flopped over on the floor so that he was lying on his side. Lying on the floor also, Lena noticed, was his dick, red and long like a sticky finger.
Lena laughed to think that she might even find a way to get some loving here, in this ridiculous predicament of bondage that her brother had forced her into.
The dog growled and licked her again and again.
Her labia filled with the liquid of desire, and became red and taut. Underneath, in the inner cave, unseen, her clit too was excited and standing up straight. Sometimes the dog’s tongue went in and brushed against her clit. It was so frustrating: she couldn’t use her hands to direct his licks or open her legs wider to allow him greater entry. Her ankles strained to loosen the bonds so that she could open her legs more, and she shifted her hips a little so he might slip his tongue into her sideways and touch the good part.
The dog nosed aside the lace panty’s edge and loosened her up with his dog’s saliva. He had crawled on top of one of her legs now and was trying to hump her knee.
She laughed with sadness. “Buster, Buster,” she crooned under the dishtowel.
She wondered if the dog would be able to actually mount her, and how she could aid him, and indicate to him to try.
Well determination always finds a way.
Buster was whining violently now, and his cock was larger. He was inching up along her leg, and licking at her breasts now, and her stomach. She slid down a bit on the floor.
He lay against her chest while she rubbed her head against his head, and his penis slid into the black slit of the panties, and the pink slit of her cunt.
The dog was growling and making all kinds of convulsive sounds. Lena let him make all the movements. Convulsively he slid his wet stick in and out of her human pussy.
She felt a small dipstick being inserted into her. It tickled the first two inches of her cunt. The bottom of her cunt was aching to be pressed and filled and made wet. But the dog couldn’t help her out.
Instead, the frankfurter like member slid resolutely up and down on her clitoris and in between her labia, while the dog whined.
Oh, indeed, it did feel good, after all, Lena realized, stretching her knees on the bathroom floor.
The dog’s lower half moved furiously on top of her loins and she felt the little dipstick slicking her cunthole’s opening, hitting all the crucial spots with his erect dogcock.
The dog had an incredibly good time, and could carry on like this for hours. The day passed with Buster mounting Lena, after first eating her out. He would lie with his large head at her cunt and lick and lick and lick her. His tongue didn’t have the muscles or intelligence to explore inside her, so when she was worked to a frenzy by his licking of the rim of her pussy, he could climb up her body until his slick dipstick was at her hole, and he would jab it into her, making her come by the simple speeding motion of his cock at her clit.
The room became filled with the smell of sex, of human pussy satisfied, and of dogcock brought to fulfillment.
The dog would disappear for a few hours too, to get some water or lie down, but he would always return to see how she was and if she wanted more. She always did.
Ret returned that night alone. He said Carol had some business to do and would return later. He didn’t say what her business was, but Carol was walking the streets looking for a few bucks. She always got picked up. For 45 she really looked alright.
When Ret opened the door of the bathroom to look in on his sister, he was hit by a peculiar smell.
“It stinks in here,” he said. “Couldn’t even make it to the can,” he muttered picking her up, untying her from around the sink and placing her in the bathtub.
Lena started to try to hit out at him with her knees and body, so he tied her to the towel rack over the tub. He only wanted to give her a shower. She kept trying to lash out at him. He pulled her tee-shirt off over her head and found himself staring at breasts like white melons. Her nipples were hard like buttons, and the brown radius around the nipples were like big cocoa stains.
Her navel was like a thumbprint in an otherwise flawless sculpture. Her belly sloped gently down into her black briefs. There was a blonde trail of downy hair leading down her belly into her briefs too.
She was holding her thighs tightly together so the two sides of the slit in panties came together and modestly covered what lay beneath.
With her hands tied together and tied over her head to the towel rack she was pretty much helpless however.
“I just wanted to give you a shower little sister,” Ret licked his lips.
He turned the water on and began to strip himself.
Ret was twenty-five and burly like his father. He was more well-hung than his father, Lena noticed through the water coming down in sheets over her face. Ret’s cock was big and hard. His legs were hairy. His wild hair on top of his head matched the wild bush that grew around the tower of power coming at her at crotch level.
“No! No!” she tried to scream. She could hear Buster whimpering outside the locked door.
Ret looked at the beauty before him. The water streamed down over her lovely neck, straining with fear, and down over her tits, swelling and shaking. The drops hung suspended on the tips of her boobs and then fell, onto her smooth white stomach, or into the pearly hairs clinging to her briefs, or down onto her small feet.
He tore her briefs off her to watch the water find paths through her pussy hair and down her legs.
He backed her against the wall by laying his hands on her lovely melons and by putting his groin against her belly. Her hands strained to break loose over her head.
The water was pouring down on him too, as he forced her legs apart with his knees. His cock found her pussy, and it found it big, soft and sweet. She was all loose and open to him, as if she had been making love all day. His cock just nudged the entrance to her cunt and suddenly he was all the way inside, stuffing her cave with his erect poker.
He powered his heavy cock up her cunt and felt her lovely tits all along. Her flesh was so soft and yielding, though she continued to fidget and strain, forcing him to take her out of the shower and tie her onto a chair, with her legs tied wide apart.
Now he could get at her the way he wanted to.
Her pussy lay open before him, its blond hair glinting with water. The red meat throbbed with terror before his cock which he swung in the air over her.
He lowered himself and taking her tits in his hands and squeezing them fully, he rammed his cock way up into her pussy and her tied legs could not close to resist him.
Again and again he stuffed it into her. Her flesh was so young and sweet and firm, not like Carol’s old tired flesh. Lena writhed, naked, her hips and waist turning and twisting to get away from this onslaught, but still Ret’s cock found its way home deep up inside of her and her flesh responded while her mind refused to. Pussy muscles gripped the pole of male flesh poking into her, and the pole pounded harder and harder while the pussy muscles gripped. He blasted his white stuff into her cockpit. He pulled his dipstick out and there was a flood of come on the chair where she sat bound. He liked to look at this sight and stepped away to observe, from the couch where he sat with his drink, his voluptuous baby sister, going on thirteen, with her legs tied apart, unwillingly revealing the charming sight of her pussymeat to him, all smeared with his come.
Carol and Ret were smiling the next morning when they came out into the living room where Ret had again tied up Lena for the night. Carol had made fifty bucks the night before, for two jobs. And Ret had contacted Lena’s father. He was coming to pick her up tomorrow. He was coming to bring them the $700 tomorrow. Everything was looking up for Ret and Carol.
Lena trembled in fear all of that day. Ret and Carol hung around the house, drinking and watching TV.
All day Ret stole sly glances at his sister. He couldn’t approach her with his old lady there. Carol would be insanely jealous.
All day too, Buster kept trying to stick his head up between Lena’s legs. That made Carol jealous too, and she kept calling to him, “Buster, Buster, get away from her. Why can you imagine,” Carol continued talking to Ret now as if Lena weren’t even there, “what kind of girl would make it with an animal? I mean, a donkey? Shoot, you gotta be desperate to do that sister. Now take me, for instance, I do it with men for money. I don’t like to do it honey, but I do it for the money, and for you,” she nuzzled Ret’s lips. She was sitting on his lap at one end of the couch while Lena sat tied down at the other end watching them.
“I do declare, though, I’ll sure be glad to have that blue pair of eyes out of my house. I wish she’d quit staring at me, like that, honey. Make her quit staring.”
Ret was staring at Lena himself, and in his drunken buzz, he didn’t hear most of Carol’s complaints. He was licking his dry lips with a dry tongue and looking down at the crotch of Lena’s jeans.
“Honey!” Carol hit him over the head. “I said I want to have a little fun around here. We should be celebrating. We’ve struck it rich. We’re going out west. Honey, let’s have us a little party. Let’s call up some people—Ray and George, and maybe Sylvia could come over, and help us celebrate.”
“Why not?” said Ret lazily tipping his drink. Carol got up to hit the phone and call up her friends. The phone was in the bedroom.
Ret went over to his sister, stood over her, and just let his hand dangle over her crotch. He lifted her shirt and caressed her watermelon tits lavishly, until the titties were hot and excited. Then he pulled her shirt back down over her chest and walked away. Carol came back out from the bedroom gaily.
“They’re all coming over. We’ll have us a party. Honey, get out the liquor. I’ll see if I can hunt us up some crackers and cheez whizzes or something.”
Sylvia and George and Ray arrived altogether in the front cab of Ray’s pickup. It was amazing to think they had all managed to fit into the cab together because George’s enormous bulk—he must have weighed three hundred pounds—was equaled and surpassed by Sylvia’s huge form.
Sylvia was a truck driver and she must have weighed 350. She was all rolls of flesh. Every movement she made more rolls of fat tumble over each other, and when she laughed, which she did often, and joyously, the flesh fell into chaos, trembling and shaking all over. Her laughter caused her breasts to avalanche down her belly, which avalanched down over her thighs. Her legs looked like huge muttonchops, with the kind of crevices in them that are caused by excessive weight.
Sylvia’s laughter also made everyone else laugh, and soon everyone, except Lena was jolly.
Carol introduced Lena to the gang.
“This is Lena, Rettie’s baby sister. She was a bad girl and ran away from home, she’s only—what are you—sixteen, honey? We called her daddy and he’s coming to get her tomorrow.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to party with a little sixteen year old watching on,” drawled George. He had three chins, which tumbled on top of each other as he raised his head and his glass. “I mean, I don’t want to be corrupting the morals of no minor or nothing, if you know what I mean,” he winked at Carol, who had put on a gold lame dress for the occasion. The tight dress pushed her boobs up and together and cinched in at her waist. She wore lots of makeup, bright red on her cheeks and flaming green at her eyes.
Carol giggled, holding a highball with her pinky raised. She loved being a hostess. “You don’t have to worry about corrupting the morals of this minor. I told you she was a bad girl. Why she’s done things you wouldn’t think of doing George Limpson.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” George bellowed with laughter.
“Yeah, like what?” asked Sylvia with interest.
“You know that act that was playing down to the Black Pussycat? That act with the donkey from Tequila, Mexico?” Carol’s voice had lowered confidentially.
Lena sat uncomfortably on the couch. Ret and Carol had agreed to untie her and ungag her for the party and they both had said they trusted her not to run away. If she did run away, Ret had explained, with his fist in her face, she would regret it. His fist was the size of her father’s and she had looked at it with quiet dismay.
“She was the girl!” said Carol pointing triumphantly at Lena.
Everyone looked at her and gaped with awe. “With a donkey!” Sylvia started screaming with laughter, which set off George. Carol was cackling in her phony high lady-like laugh which soon turned to burps. Ray, a thin, quiet man with thin lips pressed tightly together, smiled too. George and Ray owned and operated “George and Ray’s Truck Stop”. Tonight was their night off.
“She looks so innocent like,” said Ray quietly and that started everyone off again, hooting with laughter.
“With a donkey,” Sylvia kept shaking her head and her eyes got a faraway look as if she were trying to imagine it.
“Wish we had that donkey here now so she could give us a private performance,” said George.
Lena said nothing.
Ret was watching her closely, licking his lips. He watched her tits heaving as she breathed heavily with humiliation. He wanted her tits in his mouth and her cunt around his dick so bad.
He said, “I don’t think my sister should have to listen to talk like this. Maybe she made a few mistakes in life, but we all have, right? I want to talk to her in the bedroom,” he said. And he got up and led her away.
“I think I better go and talk to her too,” said George. “I like to talk to young folk. Set them straight about what life is all about.”
“Now don’t you fellas muss up my boo-doire,” said Carol blithely. She was smiling at Ray. She had always had the hots for him.
Someone turned the music on somewhere, and the night became heavy and foggy. Couples fell on top of each other in chairs in the living room or in the bedroom, and got up off of each other and found an embrace somewhere else. Bottles lay strewn all over the trailer, and wherever you were, you could reach out and pour yourself some more of something.
Carol kneeled between Ray’s legs and unzipped the top part of her gown so that her flabby breasts hung out. She pressed them against Ray’s crotch and began undoing his zipper. Ray watched as if uninterested.
She pulled out his dick but it was soft and drooping. She let it roll about against her breasts, but still it didn’t get hard. Carol looked up at him from under her long fake eyelashes, and then slipped his dick inside her mouth. It felt soft and small like a worm.
She bit it. She felt it harden a little bit as if an underground current were picking up. Ray lay back against the chair and sighed and closed his eyes.
“Suck me off, honey, suck me off,” he whispered, holding her head on his dick with his hands when she tried to come off him.
She pressed down on his now hardening dick with her mouth. Her lips pressed back the foreskin and the head of his cock emerged, shining and hard. She felt for his balls, still in his pants, and gently eased them out so she could play with him while she brought him off.
Sylvia sat on the couch across from them watching as she sipped her drink.
She watched her friend Carol’s head bob up and down on top of Ray’s torch, and she watched the pink flesh of Ray’s stick appear and disappear into Carol’s mouth. His cock was smeared now with Carol’s red lipstick, and the lipstick on Carol’s face was no longer on her lips but all around her mouth as she furiously tried to please him.
“Harder. Faster. Up and down right here,” Ray showed her the vein to follow leading from the tip of the cock to about half way down the underside.
She followed this line, licking with her hard, flattened tongue, then just rubbing with her lips pressed together, and with a little bit of her tongue sticking out.
The smell of his cock turned her on. She had an appetite for cock tonight and gladly she allowed the shape and feel of his cock to fill her mouth and she hung on to the organ with pressing lips. She licked it and squeezed it, and thanked him for allowing her to eat him. She didn’t want him to come until she’d eaten as much cock as she wanted.
But she couldn’t hold him back anymore. He gripped the sides of the chair and threw his head back and closed his eyes. His fingers stretched as he felt the softness of the walls of her mouth squeeze with an iron-like hold and her fingers squeezed at the base as if she were squeezing candy up a stick. The come came bursting out of him like champagne out of a bottle that’s popped its top. She almost lost his dick as his stuff started flying. But she popped his cock into her mouth at just the fight moment, and not a drop was lost. She sucked and sucked the cock, squeezing it with her hands at the same time. She must have swallowed two cupfuls.
“Did I come a lot?” asked Ray smiling from behind his thin lips.
“Mmmmmm, baby did you ever,” Carol licked her lips.
She climbed on top of him now and he slipped his hands inside her dress to fondle her tits.
Sylvia sighed on the couch and got up and headed for the bedroom. “Disgusting,” she said. “Why a woman would ever want to suck a man’s dick I’ll never know.”
In the bedroom the action was hot.
George and Ret had quickly stripped Lena down to her essentials: her black briefs.
George had recognized the panties from the act immediately. “That’s them! I remember! With the red ribbon in the cunt hole like that!”
Lena was resisting however, and starting to shout so Ret showed George how he gagged her and tied her hands, so she couldn’t punch them.
“Can I have her?” George asked with a shy grin on his huge face. He was practically drooling.
George hadn’t been near a young female body in so many years. Not a body like this one, out of a sex magazine. The smoothness of her curves, the shape of her knockers, the curve of her waist and the slope of her belly into her mound—he wanted to dig his fingers into this delectable dish.
He pushed her back across the bed. Ret sat down on one of her legs and smoked a cigarette. George more than pinned her other leg by pressing one knee down on top of it. George was unbuckling his pants so fast, and trying to shake them down over his flab that Ret had to laugh.
“Go slow, brother,” Ret said. “You got all the time in the world, or at least in the night. She isn’t going anywhere.”
George was chuckling and heaving and panting. “You know, she’s still your own sister. You sure you don’t mind?” he asked.
“Fuck her. She needs to be taught a lesson,” said Ret.
George first sank his huge fingers into her cunt. He stuffed his whole hand up her, while her hands lay tied above her head. He just couldn’t get enough of this pussy and he stuck his face into her cunt, ripping apart the slit of the black briefs. He just slobbered right into her, all over her, coming up for air, and to lick his lips and to breathe in deeply the stink of her pussy.
“God, I love that pussy smell,” he said. He looked up at her tits, fallen now on either side of her body. He jumped up on top of her, pinning her by the stomach, to luxuriate his hands in her soft mounds of flesh. Then his head dove again back to her muff, where he sunk his hands and tongue and nose and whole face in her. He was rooting in her pussymeat like a fat pig rolling in swill.
His whole huge body was stretched across her while his face was sunk between her legs, and his enormous cock was stabbing at her neck, into her tits, into her eyes and face until finally it found the hole of her mouth where it squashed its way in.
He was sliding gooey fingers into her cunt and stuffing his tongue into her as if she were a Thanksgiving turkey, and whopping his whopper into her mouth by raising and lowering his ass over her head. She was being squashed and suffocated beneath him, and finally, to survive, all her apertures just simply opened their widest—her mouth yawning hugely to hold his dick which must have had a width of two or three inches. Her cunt too was just flapping wet wide open beneath his greedy fingers. Then in addition to all the discomfort, she was deluged with the flood of his come. His semen poured all over her head and face and then stabbed one last time down into her throat where he deposited the greater part of his manly liquid, while she hastily gulped it down.
The bed was sopping wet when George got up.
Lena was whimpering and coughing.
Sylvia, who had been watching, shook her head in disgust and said, “Well, I do declare. Either they find some woman fool enough to want to do it voluntarily, or they strap some poor girl down and make her take it in her mouth.” She spat on the floor.
“Syl, take her into the john and clean her up,” said Ret, smiling. He knew Sylvia’s taste.
Sylvia said, “Poor baby, come with me.” And she helped Lena to stand and led her into the john.
George and Ret wandered back into the living room to find Carol in Ray’s arms.
“Oh hi, honey,” Carol said jumping up. “Ray and I were just necking a little. I think he’s so cute, don’t you?”
This made George laugh until his fat looked like it would jiggle right off. He spent the better part of every day and night flipping eggs and greasy fat right next to Ray and he didn’t think he was cute at all.
Carol decided to entertain the company with some exotic dancing and she found her favorite record.
The men sat to watch her as she danced around the room, slowly unzipping the front of her dress, revealing more and more. Finally the whole dress came off. She was wearing panties like those Lena had worn, with no crotch. But Carol had been a professional exotic dancer for many years. She knew how to turn men on with a dance.
She rolled on the floor, lifting one leg then another, while the dusky male voice on the record whispered what it would like to do to her, and the men in the room rubbed their hard cocks under their pants.
She raised one leg, revealing her cunt. She was blessed with a very wide organ. Her clit popped right out and she ran a cool finger over it for just one second, just enough to make the men groan. Then she flipped over on her hands and knees and spread her stuff.
She walked over to the pole that supported the living room and raised one leg and pretended to masturbate her cunt along the pole.
“Oh, baby, go to it,” George cried out.
Ret licked his lips.
Some time after this, when the record was over, and Carol was nesting in Ret’s arms while he soothed her flaming cunt with his fingers while George looked on fondly, they remembered Sylvia.
“What the fuck is she doing in there with that girl?” said George lasciviously.
“Oh, who cares about that kid? Honey, do me. Don’t stop,” pleaded Carol on Ret’s lap.
But Ret stood up, dumping her on the floor at the same time, and George sprang up, if that monstrous tub of lard could be said to spring.
Moans and groans were coming from the bathroom and they pounded on the door. Finally they forced it open.
The men hooted and howled at the sight they saw.
Sylvia lay naked on her back on the floor and she gripped the naked Lena tightly on top of her body. Lena’s ass Sylvia kept tightly to her face with her arms. Sylvia had Lena’s head securely between her own legs.
“Lick! Lick!” Sylvia was saying. She parted Lena’s cunt with her hands and dove into her muff with her tongue and nose.
Carol turned away in disgust and went back into the living room.
No one knew exactly when the orgy of fucking and sucking ended. But it was some time far into the night when Carol woke up, but heard a strange moaning, whining sound which piqued her curiosity.
She got up and stumbled to find a light, tripping as she looked over Buster. The flick of a switch revealed the dog lying between two legs: Lena’s legs.
Lena lay on the floor as if unconscious while the dog ate her out, whining as it did so.
“Aaaaahhhh, everybody come see this!” Carol started screeching.
“What? What the hell are you shouting about?” Ret came reeling up behind her. He gazed down at the sight of the red-haired Irish setter slapping its big tongue all over the cunt of the spread-eagled girl, lying where she had last been fucked, by Ray.
He woke the others and they all came and peered over and stared at each other wide-eyed. Then, as they silently watched, the dog, his slimy wet dick dragging across the carpet, mounted the girl, putting his paws on her tits.
His dick fitted slowly into her cunt wet with the come of many fucks, and the dog too took his pleasure on the form that lay beneath him.
“Well hot damn.”
“Now I’ve seen everything.”
“Carol honey, you always do throw the best parties.”
These were the remarks that escaped their unbelieving lips.
The dog came too, leaving his come as the final crowning touch on the layers of come caked between the girl’s thighs.
The guests wandered off to fix themselves some fresh drinks.
The sound of the car honking in the driveway, and then of fists pounding on the front door, brought them slowly to their shaky senses early the next morning.
“Who’s that?” mumbled Carol.
“Oh shit, it must be him,” whispered Ret.
“Take her into the john and try to clean her up. Sober her up. It must be Pop come to pick her up.”
Ret washed his own face quickly at the kitchen sink and straightened out his clothes. It had been years since he had seen his father. He felt queasy now at the thought of confronting this man whom he had hated all his life.
Carol had hustled Lena into the bathroom, and quickly washed her up in there. She fixed her own hair and dabbed her face with make-up. She’d had too much to drink the night before.
“Ret! Boy? Wake up in there!” The father pounded on the door. “I’ve got your money!” Hanson was red in the face from yelling. His eyebrows were deep furrows across his face and he barreled into the trailer past his son whom he barely took notice of.
“Where is she?” he demanded. “If this is some fool trick…”
“Hello Pop. No it’s no trick. Lena will be right out, my wife is helping my friends, Sylvia, George and Ray. We had a bit of a party here last night.”
“I’ll say you did,” said Roland Hanson, surveying the room in disarray.
He looked with disgust at the sprawling Sylvia as she attempted to button her blouse over her huge breasts. Ray and George didn’t even merit glances from him.
When Carol brought Lena out, Ret introduced Carol to his father.
“Dad, this is my wife, Carol.”
“Pleased to meet you sir, I sure have heard a lot about you,” Carol cooed and shifted her hips. She was in the gold lame gown again.
“Please do excuse the mess around here. We had us a big shindig last night and…”
“Lena,” the father said, brushing away Carol’s words as if they were flies. Lena was looking sullenly, hopelessly, at the carpet. Her father put his hand under her chin and raised her face. The eyes that gazed at him were not the clear laughing blue eyes of before. They were dull and sullen and glazed over. It almost as if she didn’t see her father, but she understood very well what was happening to her now.
“Uh, Pops, could you step over here a second…” Ret pulled his father into the kitchen area. “Now about that dough,” he was saying and laughing foolishly.
“Yeah, here you go.” Roland reached into his wallet in his back pocket and pulled out a fifty.
He slapped it into his son’s hand. Ret stared at it with unbelieving eyes, waiting for more.
His father turned away as if to go back to the girl.
“Uh, Pops, this is only a fifty, you owe me 650 more,” the son laughed nervously.
“I owe you what?” the father turned around with a snarl.
“Well, uh, er, the advertisement, that you put in the newspapers, it said $700 for the return or information leading to the return of…”
“Yeah, but I changed my mind,” Roland Hanson sneered at his son. “Besides,” he snickered, “she looks kind of used. You know what I mean?”
He left Ret standing open-mouthed in the kitchen, the paltry fifty lying limp in his hand like an old dick.
“Why, Mr. Hanson, you’re just the spitting image of your son Ret there. Or should I say that Ret is the spitting image of you? I think Ret’s one of the handsomest man I’ve ever known in my whole life.” Carol picked up cooing at Hanson when he came back to where Lena stood by Carol.
Again he paid her no mind except to look at her once closely. His son’s wife was a bad-looking old woman. “Shit, he never did have no taste,” Hanson said out loud, and then he simply said, “Thanks for returning my daughter to me,” and he took Lena by the hand and led her out the door.
Everyone was silent as they listened to the truck doors slam and the motor shift into gear. Then the gravel of the driveway spit as the truck backed up and screeched out onto the pavement.
Carol broke the silence with, “Yippee! Yellowstone Park here we come!”
“Shut up,” said Ret going over to the picture window to watch the truck turn out of the trailer camp and disappear down the road.
“What?” said Carol. “How much did he give you hon?”
“I said SHUT UP!” shouted Ret, “and get out of here! All of you! Get out! Get out!”
The guests began hustling into their clothes and out the front door.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you? What’s wrong?” they heard Carol shouting inside as they piled into their truck.
Then they heard a scream inside.
“Fifty? He only gave you fifty? That BASTARD!! That BASTARD!! We’ll sue him we’ll…”
The gravel in the driveway flew again as George and Ray and Sylvia pulled out onto the pavement, with Sylvia at the wheel.