Playgirl

"Oh yeah," the man said salaciously, grinning at Carrie as Mrs. Johnson discreetly closed the bedroom door and left her daughter alone with their customer. "You're pretty-a real looker-just like your mama said you were!" His hot, nervous eyes moved slowly over the girl's ripe young body, down to her crotch and then up again, admiring the curve of her hips, the proud swell of her breasts, the way her long straight blonde hair hung down to her shoulders as she returned his gaze coldly-showing a professional indifference. He reached out to stroke her hair, and Carrie let him. What choice did she have? If the John left the house displeased, her mother would make her suffer for it. She had to satisfy this creep-or else! So Carrie allowed him to touch her as countless other men had done before him; she only bit her lip to hide her nervousness. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but putting out for a new John was always traumatic for her. She stood before him, silent, passive, as the man's trembling fingers moved from her hair to her blouse and fumbled with the small buttons.

"No bra, huh?" the man asked hoarsely, his hot moist hands sliding over the thin material of the blouse as he opened it and bared Carrie's deep cleavage. "Well, why the fuck you need one, right, honey?-not with a nice firm set like you got. Yeah, beautiful big tits-that's the way I Like 'em-let me see if they feel as good as they fucking look-!" His voice hardened. Staring into her cold eyes, his gaze fixed so firmly that she had to glance down involuntarily in confusion and shame, the customer spoke with the air of a business man who'd paid for the merchandise and now wanted to make sure it was worth his money. "Take it off. Let me see those big tits, baby."

Carrie, glad to break away from him even for a moment, began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. His hands were on her body again as she peeled off the blouse; he ran his palms down over her slim but already womanly hips, caressing her thighs through her short tight skirt. Carrie's naked breasts rose and fell as she drew deep, anxious breaths.

"Come on, come one-get a move on," her John commanded, angry with her for taking so long to show him the wares. "I ain't got all fucking night, you know, and I already paid for you. Time's a-wastin', baby. Strip down the rest of the way..."

Carrie dropped the blouse to the floor and pulled down the zipper at the side of her skirt. As she bent over to lower the garment to her feet and step out of it, the man leaned over, too, and grasped her hand, guiding it imperiously to his crotch. He was hard, which was one good thing: she wouldn't have to work on him to get or keep him up, and he couldn't turn mean and blame her for his impotence, the way Johns often did.

"As long as you're down there, honey, give this a feel," he leered, rubbing her fingers over the throbbing bulge in his pants. "Oh yeah! Yeah... now reach in and get it out. Play with it! Give it a nice kiss, take it in your mouth-"

Carrie opened his fly quickly. He sat on the edge of her rumpled bed, drawing her to him, pushing her down onto her knees on the plain wooden floor as she obediently knelt between his legs and grasped his hard dick in her hand, struggling to conceal her revulsion. He wasn't even particularly large: she knew that she wasn't going to get much of this trick. Damn!

"That's it-go down on me!" he whispered, guilty excitement in his voice as he pulled her head close to his crotch until her face was only inches away from his open fly and the mushroom-shaped cockhead that protruded from the gap. His erection pulsed visibly as Carrie moved her fist up and down along the shaft in an awkward masturbating gesture that seemed to turn the guy on like crazy. He moaned and, twisting her blonde hair around his fingers, shoved her face against his penis roughly.

"Christ-! Go on, take it, come on, suck me!" he gasped. His legs closed tightly about her, holding her in place between them, making flight impossible... his hands tugged painfully at her hair; his hard cock forced its way through her lips as she parted them in a cry of disgust, and he rammed himself into her mouth and partway down her throat. Carrie tried to relax her gag reflex so she could deep-throat the bastard. He groaned with bestial satisfaction as she swallowed the thick head of his prick and went to work on it with her throat muscles, tickling the shaft that throbbed strongly within her mouth with her tongue.

"Fuck! Fuck, yeah! That's the way to do it, you little slut, that's how to really suck cock! You love it! Bitch! You just love to suck big dick-and there you were puttin' on that virgin act like you was scared shitless of what I had in my pants! Whore! Suck on it-suck on it-suck on it, God damn you. You better suck on that thing good! Oh yeah! Yeah! Do it nice and slow, but move those sweet cocksucking lips of yours all the way up and down on it... fuck, yeah! Fuck! Just let your throat relax, honey, and you'll be able to eat it all-suck it all right down like it was a big stick of sugar candy. Suck it-suck it!"

She half-heard his disgusting comments and commands, tried to do it the way he wanted; but as he pushed her head forward and back to make her puckered lips caress the entire length of his cockshaft, the muscles in her throat began to ache and her eyes filled with tears of discomfort and humiliation.

"Take it all, bitch," the man demanded. "Take all of my dick down your throat and really suck on it!"

But she began to gag and choke on the full hardness of him as he rammed his cock into her ruthlessly. The John was annoyed with her incompetence for a moment; Carrie was afraid. If he left without paying or told her mother she hadn't been any good-!

"Okay," the man said, sighing, "I guess you're not much of a cocksucker yet, huh? Well, you can always learn. But practice on somebody else. In the meantime I bet you're a better lay than you are a blow. I want to fuck you-find out if that tight little box of yours can give me a nice tight ride." He pulled Carrie to her feet and yanked at the panties that were all she now had on besides her cheap, run-streaked stockings. Still seated on the bed, the creep began to suck on her dark-pink nipples with his wet slurping lips, nibbling and biting on one as he pinched the other between his fingers. His tongue slid over her breast and he began to moan with excitement as his hand strayed to her pert rump and pulled down her skimpy bikini pants. He shoved the underthings down to her knees and plunged an exploring hand eagerly between her parted thighs.

"Sweet," the John observed, his voice a harsh, heated whisper. He fingered her clit until Carrie had to choke down a scream of arousal. "Oh yeah! That's real sweet! That's one hell of a nice young pussy!"

She gasped and squirmed as he roughly inserted a finger inside her, pushing her moist pink labia to "either side and chafing them with his knuckle as he worked his buried digit around inside her pussy.

"You like it," he accused nastily, his contempt for her only too evident in his tone and manner as he finger-fucked her with increasing violence, playing with her tits with his free hand at the same time. "You love it, you little cunt-you can't wait to feel my big dick up your hot tight snatch can you? Just a whore like your old lady. That's all you are. Good-for-nothing white trash... cock-crazy cunt ...good for fucking and that's about it...well, you like to get fucked so bad, I'll fuck you. I'll drill your snatch until you can't take it no more..."

He was already swinging her onto the unmade bed, the wrinkled sheets stiffened in places by the dried come from previous lovemaking-if the crudely commercial transactions that went on in the Johnson's house every night could be called lovemaking. Carrie lay back against the gritty sheets and spread her thighs to make it easier for the man as he maneuvered his heavy, clumsy body between her thighs and pointed the head of his over-excited cock at her juicy young blonde-furred cunt.

"Now, you better get ready for it, baby, because I'm really gonna let you have it-!"

She didn't bother to even pay further attention to his mutterings, because she'd heard the drivel too often before. Instead, she concentrated on doing what she could to get the fuck over with fast.

She relaxed and tried to control her cuntal muscles, knowing from long experience that if they tensed up the penetration would be worse. Still, the man drove his dick into her pussy with such a total lack of finesse that it hurt as the blunt head scraped past her cuntlips and shoved them back, compressing the tender folds of flesh; he buried himself in her snatch with a single brutal thrust that took her breath away and brought angry tears to her eyes.

In moments like these, Carrie hated men-all men, even the good-looking ones who knew how to fuck a girl right and make her feel good when they came in her and she had her own orgasm around their stabbing pricks. She wished her cunt had teeth or a saw-blade so she could rip their cocks right off when they stuck them in her, leaving nothing behind but the bloody roots! It would serve the bastards right...

Her obvious pain, and the half-frightened, half furious look she couldn't keep from showing in her eyes and in her contorted facial muscles, only seemed to excite the man more as he lay on top of her and began to shove his implanted prick in and out of her with monotonous, machine-like strokes. Carrie wondered why guys Like this jerk came to her and her mother in the first place. Why didn't they use their fist or a hole in the was to bring themselves off? It would be a hell of a lot cheaper, and that was all they seemed to see in her body-a hole to come inside!

Her John began to get excited as the friction of the girl's tight cunt got to him: he pumped faster, punctuating his coarse movements with a resumption of his boring monologue: "Oh you sweet hot-cunted little bitch-I could fuck you ail goddam night, ram my dick into that juicy pussy of yours,cunt!-whore!-I'm going to fuck you Like you never been fucked before-!"

Carrie, twisting from side to side beneath him as his prick plowed in and out of her pussy, amused herself by silently replying to his idiotic statements: You midget-dicked impotent son-of-a-bitch-you're lucky you could get it up to get it in me, let alone fuck me all night-it's so small and you don't even know what to do with it, that it feels more like a finger wigglin' around inside my hot pussy-prick!-dumbass!-sucker! You're the lousiest lay I've ever ripped off lying here in this bed, and believe you me, I've had some lousy ones to put up with thinking the insulting things she didn't dare say aloud put her into a better mood, and she found herself responding to even this feeble excuse for a fuck with considerable enthusiasm, wrapping her long legs around her customer's flabby waist and grinding her hips to create some friction against the lips of her plugged pussy and on her taut, throbbing clit as it rubbed against the cockshaft that the man was driving in and out of her wet sexual swamp. Carrie grunted with satisfaction as she sensed that the guy was nearing his climax, and, to avoid having to look at his nondescript, reddening face, she stared up at the cracked ceiling where the paint had peeled off in thick layers.

"Oh! Now, honey-now! I'm about to blast in your sweet box! I'm about to come in you! Get ready for it, here it comes, oh Jesus-!"

Get it over with, can't you-asshole ? she wanted to hiss into his ugly face; but instead she humped upwards with her hips to finish the man off quickly and make him think he'd gotten his money's worth and then some. One good thing, Carrie thought contemptuously, was that it sure didn't take much to make these country hicks happy. A girl could lie there half dead or asleep and they'd go home afterwards convinced that they were Cassanova and that the girl had seen stars when they shot in her. Seen red was more Like it. Pricks! Bastards! Motherfucking men! Carrie wanted to kill them all.

This one's head was over hers, his mouth so close that she was forced to breathe in his fetid breath when she inhaled. His lips suddenly slammed down against hers with bruising force, and she had to let him stick his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting to vomit as she hoped that he'd come now that he had this last bit of stimulation. Better yet, he might have a heart attack and die on top of her! It would serve him right.

"Oh, baby, you're so sweet-such a beautiful hot fuck!" he moaned, kissing her sloppily. His hips were moving faster. "Oh yeah-!" he cried; and then he started to cream inside her tight, flexing cunt. Carrie knew that his pathetic drilling wasn't going to give her an orgasm, so she lay still except for her hips, which she twisted and ground provocatively to make the man happy as his prick twitched deep inside her snatch and spurt after hot spurt of wet, sticky-feeling semen filled the bottleneck of her cervix and lubricated it, so that the man's cock slid more easily back and forth within its firm grasp. He collapsed on top of her, mauling her breasts, panting, slobbering, moaning, resting his full heavy weight on her--disgusting! She was glad when she felt his dick calming down in her cunt as it fired off its last bursts of come; and the guy pulled out of her as though she'd suddenly given him an electric shock.

Looking guilty as hell now that it was over-they generally did-he got off the bed quickly and, avoiding the girl's contemptuous glance, wiped his limp dick off with a pocket handkerchief. He didn't notice (not that Carrie cared whether he did) that she, too, was using a corner of the sheet to wipe the last traces of him from between her thighs. The man put his disordered clothing back together again hurriedly, and left the bedroom; Carrie lying back on the bed and relaxing, heard her mother talking to him in low tones as the money changed hands. At least her mother was sober tonight and keeping account of how much the customers owed!

Carrie was not given long to rest. Half an hour later, there were so many customers in the living room of the Johnson farm house that Mrs. Johnson had to accommodate two at once in one bedroom, while three local businessmen stood in Carrie's bedroom watching the girl as she performed with two young studs. None of the three spectators complained about having to wait for his own turn in that busy bed: what they saw was almost as exciting as having sex themselves. Carrie was satisfying a huge black man and a blond soldier from a nearby Army base. Both young men were attractive in a crude way and extremely potent; Carrie's hatred of the male sex in general evaporated for the time being as these males in particular carried her to the heights of erotic bliss again and again. The girl wasn't putting on an act this time: she was genuinely enjoying the lusty three-way of which she was the willing and responsive focus.

Carrie tossed her long blonde mane from side to side on the piled-up pillows beneath her head as she arched her back in involuntary reaction to a deep, penetrating thrust inside her cunt from the soldier's blunt bayonet. The girl groaned with satisfaction as he stabbed his weapon into her body again and again, seemingly going deeper each time. The relatively inexperienced but instinctively proficient young hooker let out squeals of ecstasy that made the beefy youth feel even more virile than he was. Carrie praised his expert fucking of her luscious young cunt, clinging to him with both arms and both legs, pulling his husky body tight against hers, begging him to drive his thick cock even more violently in and out of her straining, dripping pussy-slit. She was determined to have an orgasm this time and she used every trick in the prostitute's book to coax her John towards his explosion, knowing that it would help to trigger her own release. Although the soldier tried to hold out, to make it last, tried not to burst inside that sucking, milking cuntal canal that drew steadily at his twitching rod, Carrie employed her warm wet vaginal vacuum to drain him of his too-long pent-up excitement.

"Come in me! Oh God yes, come in me!" she pleaded hysterically, her fingernails raking the soldier's broad tanned back as, grunting, he rubbed his barrel chest against her heaving breasts and bent his knees to gain still more leverage against the creaking mattress as he pumped his prick into the girl. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck yes! Ram that big hard thing up into me, lover! Do it! Do it hard! Fuck me good! Make me come all over the place, I'm going to, I'm about to, I can feel it coming in my pussy, oh God oh, oh yes, fuck me some more, I'm there-I'm coming! Oh Christian!"

Her lithe legs were draped over the soldier's broad shoulders and he had her asscheeks clutched in his big hands, pulling her body tight against his groin as his huge cock rammed into her. He fucked her brutally but with devastating effect: the continual, almost intolerable pressure in her cunt and the violence with which his dickshaft slid roughly back and forth, back and forth, over her bladelike clit that burned like a pilot light from the uninterrupted sexual friction on its tip, was getting her hotter by the second and she knew she was going to explode soon. The girl was as turned on by their bestial coupling as her fucker and the on-lookers were. She used all the little tricks her mother had demonstrated for her benefit to turn the guy on top of her on as he grunted at the approach of his own climax. Her hips swiveled beneath his, her ass tightening up and relaxing in time to his thrusts and withdrawals and lunges.

"Shit! I'm gonna come in the bitch's hot cunt!" the blond boy yelled as he reared up, then plunged himself back into her cunt and burst like a ruptured water pipe. He fucked her with his monstrous tool even more savagely than before as his come spurted from its tip, and Carrie, holding on to him for dear life, thought she'd swoon or die from the violence of it as her vagina tensed and flexed and accepted the flood of creamy sperm. But her John had been too excited to last long: he ejaculated repeatedly until he was drained and spent. Blushing-more from arousal than any sense of shame-Carrie hid her hot face in the boy's sweaty chest as he pawed her writhing body, mauling her breasts and buttocks with his hands, and shot the last wet wads of his load into her pussy pot, filling it to overflowing, so that his cock slipped out of her with a loud and embarrassing squishy noise when he did pull away from the exhausted girl.

Now it was the black man's turn. Mrs. Johnson and her daughter couldn't afford to let any racial prejudices get in the way of their thriving business: one man's money was as good as the next, whatever the color of his skin. At first Carrie had had to repress her shudders of repulsion when she lay beneath a black customer; but she'd soon discovered that fucking a pretty white girl really turned them on and inspired them to unusual feats of potency and staying power. This black buck was no exception. He was young and not unattractive, and built like a bull.

Carrie couldn't help herself: getting screwed by the blond soldier had worked her up to fever pitch and she had to taste the black man's ebony phallus... tonguing it eagerly as the white men in the bedroom gaped at her performance lustfully, torn between shock that a white girl would lower herself and excitement because she was doing so in front of them, Carrie wetted the big prick thoroughly with her saliva. Next she rubbed her full white breasts against it Like a cat snuggling up along the length of a thick black tree to relieve its sexual tensions in the absence of a torn. Carrie purred with contentment as she felt the throbbing warmth pressing against her cleavage, next to her own pounding heart. She gasped when the man grabbed for her boobs with his huge dark hands, caressing her white breasts, beginning to knead and pinch the two strawberry-rose nipples with eager black fingertips. Her cuntal opening, already dripping wet with the melted load the blond boy had deposited in it, got wetter and wetter as her second trick worked on her tits and ass. His left hand slid down her naked body and plunged boldly between the thighs she parted in wanton welcome, and then his fingers were prying open her velvety-moist labia and stroking her clit and the inner folds of her sopping pussy... Carrie loved the foreplay and wished it could go on for hours; but she was just too fucking hot to trot!

"Ohhhhh-fuck me quick!" she pleaded, letting her head sag onto the smooth mahogany-colored shoulder of the naked man, her blonde hair streaming down over his back. "Do it! Oh God--fuck me!"

"Fuck me!" one of the waiting men echoed imperiously. "Screw the bitch silly, boy!"

"Got a big dick here for you to suck on first, honey," the black man grunted, thrusting it into her face. "Better get it good an' wet before it goes into your pretty little tight snatch! Otherwise, it might rip you right open!"

"Fuck her face with it!" somebody encouraged. But he was already doing just that. Carrie's mouth was wide open and straining to accept more of the thick black sausage that was being steadily fed between her lips. The man grasped a handful of her blonde hair and twisted her head back to get her throat at the proper angle for penetration. Carrie took the blunt head of his ebony rod into her open throat and applied fierce, confident suction to it. She was deep-throating him now, to the amazed excitement of her audience, doing it well even though the black boy's titanic genital endowment was a challenge even for a professional like her: at every moment she had to run the risk of choking to death on that hard cock as he drove it easily, monotonously, in and out of her plugged throat. It was difficult to breathe around it but she managed somehow...and each plunge of the black meat down her throat awakened a thrill of sexual hunger deep in her mushy cunt! Carrie slipped two fingers between her moist, sticky pussylips and began to play with herself shamelessly as she worked on the big black dick. She was groaning with mindless passion as her expert touch fired her clit and sent reassuring ripples of hot arousal through her vagina. She sucked ever more greedily on the dusky flagpole that was being jammed into her mouth and throat.

The white men were masturbating as they watched the girl debase herself with such lusty eagerness. After a few more wild minutes of intense deep-throating, the huge black stud let out a stifled cry and pulled his cock out of Carrie's mouth. "Jesus! I'm about to pop! Quick, bitch, get your mouth off it and your hot snatch on it! Let me stick it in you, baby! Let's fuck now!" He seized her and turned her over so that she was on the mattress on her knees and elbows, her pale ass thrust up at his groin as he knelt behind her and prepared to ram it into her dog-style.

His arm was already encircling her waist so that he-could replace her busily masturbating fingers with his own, and Carrie let him do it. With his other hand, the black stallion gripped her hip to steady her body on the bed-and then she had to catch her lower lip between her teeth and bite down hard to keep herself from screaming as the big cockhead skated painfully over her labia, then repositioned itself between them and began to batter against the moist groove, demanding admission. He was using his muscular weight to push his tool between those gaping, stretching, resisting pussy portals. They gave way suddenly and Carrie did scream this time as the cock rammed up into her from behind and below. Another grunting, sweating lunge-and he was in her all the way, filling her to her utmost capacity, bloating her, her cervix shrinking away in horror to allow all of that solid prick to slide up into it and fill it to its bursting point. He was gripping her white asscheeks to pull her body back against his as the last few inches of his meat vanished between her bruised cuntlips.

Then he began to fuck her, to use her body with the callous indifference that, paradoxically, only excited her more and more as the screwing went on and grew ever more vicious, more brutal; her cunt clasped his tool in a death-grip of erotic despair and exultation as he drilled himself into her. Carrie was shrieking nonstop now, but she was not begging to be spared. She was begging her black fucker to fuck her even harder if he could!

"Do it! Do it! In me! Harder! Oh, goddam you--harder!"

"Shit! Oh, holy mother-fuckin' goddam!" the black youth grunted. "This is the best I ever had, black or white! Christ-that pretty white skin and that hot tight white-an'-pink pussy! Better'n any nigger cunt I ever poked."

"Best I ever had, too, you stinkin' black stud nigger," Carrie said in a hoarse whisper as her body convulsed repeatedly, taking her breath away, and the cock slid back and forth, trapped within the tight tunnel of her cunt. "Don't care if you are black, you sure can fuck! Know how to treat a girl right. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my white ass for me!"

She had used the word "ass" figuratively, but her John took her at her word. He abruptly ripped his glistening dick out of her snatch, making Carrie scream in real agony this time, as the violent and unexpected withdrawal scraped her delicate feminine tissues raw, and, hoisting her buttocks high and parting them with both his strong hands, the buck stabbed his dick between them, raping the cleft of Carrie's ass. He was well lubricated by the combination of her seeping vaginal emissions and his own slick pre-come; but it still hurt as that immense tool bored its lewd way through the puckered rosebud of Carrie's sphincter muscle and penetrated her tight anal opening in one rough shove. The ass-raped girl screamed again and again as he plunged his hand into her vacated cunt and finger-fucked her there while that horse cock pierced her anus and forced the moist delicate walls of her colon to stretch around it like a thin rubber sheath. He ass-fucked her with that unbelievable thing and she thought she'd die as pain and pleasure alternately gripped her violated body. But he was too worked up to last long, and soon his seminal geyser erupted from his balls and raced through the core of his jerking penis to gush out into the depths of her anus. There was so much of it that the surplus flow squirted out of her butt in a series of shocking fart-like reports that were the most humiliating part of the obscene scene. Carrie, her loins' seething as her own orgasm shook her, buried her reddened face in the pillows and tried not to hear the loud comments of the white men as they watched the black guy come in her ass:

"Fucked by a nigger and up the ass besides!"

"She ain't got no shame at all."

"Just like her mama-only hotter for cock."

".Especially black cock."

"What a whore!"

"Hurry up, boy-pull that thing outta her ass, unless it's stuck in there!-we want our chance at that hot little ass and cunt!"

In the other bedroom, Mrs. Johnson was too busy herself to pay much attention to the sounds coming through the wall from her daughter's room. A white farmer was lying on top of her slightly overweight but still voluptuous mature body, plowing away inside her well-used cunt, while a black man as large and as potent as the one who'd just explored both of Carrie's orifices stood beside the bed and thrust his hard-on over the other John's shoulder so that Mrs. Johnson could seize it in her hand and guide it to her lips, which were smeared with bright pink lipstick. Grasping the black cock in her fist, she began to squeeze the dark-veined satiny skin that covered it, gripping the swollen oiliness as she pumped her hips up against her sweating and swearing fucker at the same time to help bring him off.

"Go on, take him," the farmer grunted, eyeing the massive black phallus that rubbed against his neck and touched Mrs. Johnson's heavily made-up face. "He's about ready to pop, anyway-I want to see you suck it!" Carrie's mother, still rotating her hips around the white man's driving penis, calmly brushed the hair back from her sweaty forehead, and, leaning forward with a shrug of professional indifference, did what both men wanted. Her pink mouth opened to accept the thick head of the penis, closing firmly, caressingly, about the shaft just in time to catch the sudden flow of spurting white warmth and saltiness. As the black customer burst inside her mouth, the farmer watched the explosion, gasping, "What a load! What a hot load! Take it all," he urged excitedly, as he felt his own cock getting ready to erupt inside Mrs. Johnson's snatch. 'Take all that hot pudding, baby, and suck it right on down." He groaned, went rigid for an instant, and then collapsed on top of the whore's lush, well-fleshed body, only his hips and buttocks working frantically as they helped to pump his own sperm into her.

After coming home from school the next afternoon, a very sleepy Carrie fed her baby brother, then deposited him in his crib, knowing that he'd play for a while and then fall asleep. She wished she could get some rest, too. But her mother would be home soon, probably with a man or two in tow... or, if Mrs. Johnson was in one of her rare romantic and optimistic moods, she'd just come home long enough to change clothes before heading downtown to search the bars for a "decent" man who'd "respect" her. Mrs. Johnson still entertained fantasies about getting married again. As though anybody in his right mind would want to marry the town whore!

Wearily, Carrie began putting the house in some semblance of order, cleaning up the evidence of last night's orgy. One day, she promised herself again, she'd be far away from all this filth and degradation. She'd go to New York City or Las Vegas and the good life would be waiting for her there. Of course it would cost a lot of money to get there, but Carrie was trying to save the little her mother gave her from their mutual earnings. It wasn't fair: they ought to split it fifty-fifty now that Carrie was hooking as frequently as her mother was. Money for the trip... and she'd need some clothes, too, some nice ones, to make the right impression and attract men. It wouldn't do to look as though she'd just flown into town from the Georgia hills, even though that was the unfortunate truth. Five hundred dollars or so could do it. Carrie knew where she could get it, if she dared. Her mother distrusted banks and kept a lot of her profits concealed in the house. Carrie knew of one such cache and often raided it, stealing five or ten dollars when she needed school supplies or clothes for school. But to steal the whole amount-! It would take a lot of nerve, and her mother would massacre her if she caught her in the act. But half of that money was rightfully Carrie's...

She switched on the television as she dusted the living room furniture carelessly. It was an ancient black-and-white set that could only get a few local stations; but sometimes there were programs that fed Carrie's fantasies of glamour and wealth. She daydreamed through the news stories until the announcer's handsome face and smooth voice caught her attention. She'd bang him for free, Carrie decided, absorbed, just because he was so cute. What station was it?-oh, Atlanta. Atlanta was a big city, and not at all far away, although it seemed like the dark side of the moon compared to this hick town.

"And," the sexy announcer read from hi teleprompter, "on the local scene, mid-town Atlanta is becoming the center for a variation or the world's oldest profession, and a variation-'Little ladies of the night,' or teenage prostitutes. More after this commercial message.'

Another dumb massage parlor story, Carrie thought. Why couldn't the pigs let the poor hooker alone? She knew-only too well-how hard prostitute had to work for her money, how much shit she had to put up with from her crummy Johns It was no big deal. And at least the hookers in a cit like Atlanta probably had a better grade customer to choose from-businessmen and the like. Not hick farmers!

"The newest member of the oldest profession and the youngest," the handsome newscaster was saying now, "and perhaps the saddest of all."

Carrie stared at the screen with renewed interest as a film unrolled, showing a busy city street at lunch time... the camera zeroed in on two young girls, one black, one white, both obviously underage, leaning against a wall in hot pants and skimpy, well-stuffed halter tops. They were smoking cigarettes and eyeing the many passersby, suddenly the black girl dropped her cigarette, ground it out beneath the heel of her high shoe, and smiled at a well-dressed man who stopped to well, to solicit her: Carrie knew what was going on. She'd been through it often enough herself.

"Teenage prostitution has reached an all-time high, and unofficial estimates are that the blight is worsening daily. Day after day, innocent young girls pour into Atlanta... runaways, leaving behind anxious parents..."

That was a laugh, Carrie thought contemptuously. Those girls were probably about as innocent as she was; and if she ever left home her mother wouldn't notice her absence until she discovered that she was getting fucked more often because Carrie wasn't there to help handle the customers.

"Selling themselves for whatever price the market will bear..."

Now there was a young girl on screen, her face half hidden in shadow, being interviewed.

"I get twenty-five or thirty dollars usually," she was saying nonchalantly. "Sometimes more, if the guy wants a (bleep!) or anything extra or weird like that. Never less."

Twenty-five bucks-or thirty! That was more than Carrie's mother gave her in a month from the till!

"I try to pick up four men a night, five if n I have extra expenses."

Carrie was thrilled by these revelations-and disgusted at her own stupidity. That girl on the TV was making a hundred dollars a night! At that rate, Carrie could amass enough to get to Vegas in style in no time-just a couple of days of hard work.

Now that cute announcer was smiling at the camera again, but trying to look suitably grave. "This is a sad commentary on the degenerating moral fiber of our times, isn't it? Pure young girls..."

Carrie tuned him out mentally. What did he know? Maybe he had a frigid bitch for a wife and was planning to trick with one of those pure young teenaged whores on his way home from the television station. Carrie could tell him a few things about being sad-about having a drunken whore for a mother, and no father, and having to go to school all day and screw all night and not even getting paid for her labors...

"What the hell are you doing there, child?" her mother's shrill voice demanded. "Shut that tee-vee the fuck off-Christ! You know it gives me them real bad migraine headaches! Get me a beer, will you? And Jesus-why don't you clean this dump up? Every time I come home I find this place lookin' like a shithouse-"

"You mean like a whorehouse," Carrie shot back defiantly. "And that's all it fucking is! Might as well look that way. The men don't give a damn. All they see is the holes they pay to stick their dicks in!" Usually the girl let her mother rant on, but tonight Carrie was angry and indifferent.

Her mother's slap stung her cheek. "You little bitch! Slut! Spreadin' your legs for all them men is one thing, but you don't need to talk like no foul-mouthed whore! Ungrateful brat. Just like your old man what got me knocked up and into this sinful way of life-wasn't my fault! I should of unloaded you on that adoption agency along with the other two bastards!"

Carrie tried not to cry as she rushed into her bedroom for refuge. It wasn't so much the nasty words that got to her-she'd heard worse often enough before-as the way the nastiness never seemed to let up. Things were never going to get better for her here at home, if she could call this chamber of sexual horrors a home.

"You make me sick!" her mother said, spitting the words out from her own bedroom. Carrie could hear her opening drawers clumsily, rummaging through her sleazy wardrobe. "Now I want to see this place straightened up when I come back tonight, you hear? I'm gonna bring a couple of really nice men back with me and I expect you to act like a lady even if you do got to screw 'em.

They're good for ten bucks apiece..."

Ten lousy bucks! Carrie wanted to scream, and I won't see half of it! While in Atlanta I could be getting thirty and keeping every cent of it for .myself!

Her mother showered, changed, and left without another word, slamming the front door behind her. Carrie sat on her bed and thought, hard, her head in her hands. Maybe she should just give up and kill herself: that would be preferable to living this way. But it would be giving in, when, if she could just hold out a little longer, she might get away and everything would be better-would turn out the way she'd planned it. She walked over to the mirror, looking to see if that slap had left a red mark. No. She went into the bathroom and spent a good deal of time fixing herself up, cleansing her peaches-and-cream face with cream, washing and drying her thick blonde hair, putting on fresh make-up. It wasn't going to do her much good here in this hole, but once she got to a big city-

The thought struck her suddenly: maybe she didn't have to wait-at all. She could just steal that money, all of it, God damn it, and run away Like those "innocent young girls" the guy on television had spoken about, before her slutty mother came back with her obnoxious Johns.

The more Carrie thought about it the simpler it seemed. She could get a train to Atlanta and be there in a couple of hours. She could go downtown and pick up men like those girls on TV, and get the money to travel to New York or Vegas. It was true that she was only fifteen-but she looked more mature, and had learned how to act older and more-sophisticated because men Liked that in a whore. And she could probably get a fake ID to stay out of trouble with the police. Maybe she could even get a decent job and not have to hook forever. She'd never know until she gave it a try.

Her brother had slept peacefully through the quarrel-Carrie hated to abandon him; but he wasn't her responsibility, and men always had it easier in life than women. Maybe if he was lucky their mother would give him away too.

Carrie took her mother's tote bag and packed the things she'd decided to take along in it. Then she collected her own savings and, after taking a deep breath, went into the kitchen and emptied the tin flour canister. It contained not flour but money, rolled up and secured with a rubber band. Carrie counted it with shaking hands. There was over six hundred dollars! She took it all without guilt. Her mother had more hidden somewhere, and wouldn't have any trouble earning more to squirrel away. Now, with this cash, if Atlanta didn't work out, Carrie would be able to try another city. She was on her way!

Should she tell Melissa? No-Melissa wouldn't understand. Her home life was easy! Carrie would write her a letter to explain everything later.

It was early in the morning of what promised to a sultry, muggy day; and, as usual, Buck and John-Boy were indulging in a fast waking-up fuck with their sister before getting out of her bed and preparing to go to work. The sheets were mussed and semen-stained from the hot, sweaty, groping sexual activity of the night before, but the two men were going at it again as though they'd been denied sex for a month. One thing about this morning's incestuous screwing was unusual though: Melissa's impassioned response as her two brothers shared her lush young body between them, using it, demonstrating little or no interest in her own pleasure. Usually Melissa just lay back, gritted her teeth, and put up with clumsy plowing her brothers palmed off on a woman as sex. Not this morning. Now she was playing the role of the eager, worldly whore for all it was worth, doing everything her brothers asked of her and then some, guiding them, suggesting new refinements of lust, exhausting both rough studs with her wanton inventiveness.

Had she been challenged, Melissa would've had to admit that she was enjoying the three-way for once. But her motives were mostly ulterior as she urged her brothers on to still grosser acts of indecency at her sexual expense. Melissa had good reason to want both Buck and John-Boy in a good mood today. She couldn't put off telling them much longer, and this morning would be as good a time as any to take the plunge.

They were both on top of her at the moment, mauling her glowing tawny nudity with their wet mouths and sweaty hands, embracing her, feeling her up, squeezing her tits and asscheeks and the moist mound of her cunt, stroking, kissing, sucking, licking, their hoarse male pants of bestial arousal blending with her own by-no-means exaggerated cries of excitement and narcissistic pleasure as she writhed between them-beneath them-continually trying to stimulate them anew. Buck scrambled down onto his knees between her spread thighs and rubbed his hot, unshaven cheek against the tanned satin side of her thigh, near her cuntmouth... his rough mustache tickled the pink lips of her pussy for a tantalizing instant before he took a deep breath and went down on his sister, his big hand running up and down along her leg and hip as his wet tongue slid over her clit and began to lick away at the dripping groove of her self-lubricating cunt.

John-Boy had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. He threw himself flat on his back on the soiled bedclothes and pulled Melissa on top of him, thrusting his dick up between her thighs to dry-hump her as his brother ate her pussy. The strong smooth knob of John-Boy's turgid cockhead rubbed inside the crack between Melissa's asscheeks as he wrapped both arms around her waist and began to play with her swelling tits, his mouth meanwhile kissing her shoulder, throat, cheek... Melissa's fine coppery-brown hair streamed back over her younger brother's bare shoulder and excited him further with its caressing texture and musky shampooed scent.

Melissa couldn't help giving a sexy little laugh as she reached up and to one side to stroke John-Boy's hair-and it wasn't just the tickling of Buck's mustache that made her want to giggle. She realized that their roles had subtly reversed in the course of the last few months: she was no longer the cringing victim, although her body was at her brutal brothers' disposal; they were hot for it-for her! Melissa was really now the one in control of the incestuous menagedtrois. It wasn't only her brothers' near-psychopathic fear of discovery that put them in her power. The two sons-of-bitches were actually falling in love with her! With their own sister-their own rape victim! It was almost comical, although Melissa had enough on her mind to keep her sober. Men, she had decided long ago, were assholes. Let them stick their hard cocks up your snatch and you could get just about anything you wanted out of the suckers-if you were smart. She hadn't been smart with Peter Selby; that was why she was in this mess. But she'd learned her lesson fast and well. She wasn't going to blow it this time-except maybe in the crude sense of the word!

With a low moan, Buck came up for air, running his tongue along his sister's taut thigh.

"Eat me, Buck baby," Melissa ordered him coldly, thrusting her wet cunt up into his face again and forcing Buck to press his lips against her parted labia. "Eat that hot box, lover! Stick your hot tongue right up into Melly's tasty cunt and make her come! I'll be better than any of those whores you've been fucking-cleaner-hotter! And then you can screw me to make me come again. Good and hard! With your big stiff man's dick! Fuck me, Buck! Fuck my hot cunt for me--fuck me good!"

She was saying things, making gestures of lewd, shameless erotic invitation, like any whore--more provocatively than most of the low-class town sluts that Buck had either seduced or paid for sex. And the elder Hardy brother couldn't resist his sister's uninhibited wiles. She was just getting him too fucking hot too fucking fast-he had to do something about it. Buck had never much liked eating pussy before; the other broads he'd tongued had been real pigs, and the possibility of vaginal odor or taste, let alone infection, had always remained in the back of his mind during the oral exercise. But now he was hungry for hot young cunt.

With a cry of lust, he shoved his head back between her thighs and prepared to get back to work. Breakfast was on! and Buck devoured it greedily. Licking his too-full, sensual lips to wet them, he grasped his sister's plush asscheeks with both big hands and raised her body off the bed, until her thighs were pressed against his shoulders and that luscious cunt was only an inch away from his salivating mouth. He slammed his mouth down onto her mushy pussy, nuzzled her labia with his lips, and stabbed out blindly but effectively with his wet warm tongue, dividing her cuntslit in two and licking it out from top to bottom with fast, rough strokes. Melissa loved it. She wasn't faking as she shivered and moaned and shoved Buck's face harder against her creaming cunt, thrilling to the way his tongue lapped up her pussy juices as they spilled out of that tremulous groove of pink flesh. John-Boy wasn't exactly wasting her time, either: he seized a handful of her hair and twisted her head around so he could soul-kiss her lustily, planting his tongue as deeply into Melissa's open mouth as Buck had his up her frothy snatch.

Buck found her clit and tongued it, then began to suck on it with puckered lips... Melissa writhed frenziedly between the two hard naked male bodies that pressed against her more delicate nudity with bruising impatience.

"Oh Buck! Eat me--eat me--eat out my cunt!" Melissa panted, between kisses with the moaning John-Boy, who was pinching her nipples between his calloused fingertips as Melissa thrust one hand down between their bodies to encircle and jerk on his throbbing cock. "Eat me! Oh yes!" she gasped, when she felt Buck's lips and tongue squirm around outside, inside, all over her cuntal surfaces, reducing her quim to so much vaginal jelly as hot surge of response after hot surge of response rippled through her loins. He was gobbling her up now, grunting with hoarse obscenity as he shoved his fingers into her labia to spread them and make more room for his tongue as he used it to fuck her like a limber cock! Melissa went wild. Her clit felt as though a lighted match were being held close to it-close enough to make her want to scream and thrash her hips in reaction, but not close enough to hurt-except pleasurably. That probing tongue-meat drilled deep into her pussy again and again, until she was driven half-mad with pure lust. She knew that there was no way a woman could ever get enough of that hot cuntlapping!

She writhed helplessly but happily in her two brothers' arms, loving every second of their lovemaking, savoring it-her full asscheeks tightening in involuntary reaction as she tried to hump her cunt even more violently against Buck's mouth and tongue. "Ahhhhh-!" Melissa moaned as she felt the familiar but always-welcome sensation of clenching and relaxing begin to build up deep within her womb. Her cervix contracted... slippery vaginal secretions gushed against Buck's slobbering mouth as he ate her. Melissa had John-Boy's big cock trapped in her fist, was pumping on it; he dove down to suck on her tits while she did him, his mouth gluing itself to one of her hard-pointed nipples, his eyes screwed tightly shut in concentration. She worked her hand up and down on that stiff pole he was fucking her fist with. The cockhead was bulging, swollen and dark with blood, and a glistening drop of semen already oozed from the slit to lubricate Melissa's fingers and make the hand job even better-more efficient-more exciting!

Good Lord! Melissa stiffened as a sudden, unexpected shock wave of response hit her smack in the cunt. She was getting there but fast now. Buck had more than half of his big hand buried between her tensing labia and he was massaging the delicate, hypersensitive inner folds of her pussy roughly as he wiped his mouth away from her tingling clitoris to catch his breath.

"You like that, Melly, honey?" he demanded. "You want old Buck to help you come-make your hot snatch feel real good for you? You want to be fucked by a big hard man's dick, baby sister? You want that dick in you real bad?" he taunted, his fingers turning her loins to hot churning lava. "Want Buck's big fat dick up your tight hot cunt? You want that?"

"Fuck her!" John-Boy moaned, as he sucked on his sister's boobs and she fisted him frantically.

"Oh shit yes, Buck-do it!" Melissa pleaded. "Shove it right up my snatch, I want to come, oh I just got to, I can't stand it-so fucking hot for your cock, Buck! Ram it in me now! Quick! Screw me--you big-dicked handsome fucking son of a bitch! Fuck me good! Make me cream!"

No sooner said than done. But John-Boy was so aroused by now that he took the initiative, cheating Buck out of his pleasure. John-Boy quickly lifted his head from Melissa's breasts and thrust himself against her parted thighs. He took his cock in his fist, pushing her hand away, and rolled on top of her lush body, trying to shove himself up her snatch. For an instant, that blunt, semen-wetted cock skated right over her mons veneris, then, as John-Boy jabbed again, it ground into the moist hot space between her fingered, wide-spread pussylips. Buck, just as turned on by watching John-Boy screw Melissa as he would have been by putting it to her himself, and evidently not giving a damn who put what up whom where as long as the three of them all got their rocks off, kept his fingers jammed in Melissa's cunt to keep it open and make it easier for his kid brother to penetrate that willing orifice.

"Fuck Melly good, John-Boy-let her have your cock! Put it right up into her nice juicy cunt!" Buck encouraged. "I want to see some real hot fucking on this here bed, God damn it! Screw the bitch good-make her come all over the place, she's really hot for cock now! She'll do anything! She loves her brothers' nice thick hard cocks! Don't you, Melly? Don't you like our pricks in you? Don't you like 'em?"

"Give 'em to me, you fuckers, and I'll show you just how much I like 'em," the wanton slut gritted out, impatient at the delay. "Oh John-Boy-shove it in me! Oh-yes! Yes! All of it! All the way up into Melly's hot box-ahhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yesssssssssss fuck me baby!"

Melissa humped her pelvis up against John-Boy's and let out a piercing scream of ecstasy when she felt how the motions were helping the boy's immense penile bludgeon to tear its way through her stretching cuntlips, shoving the tender pink folds even farther apart... that potent cock slammed through her cervix and filled it completely; she almost came at once. But Melissa was determined to enjoy the ride for a little while, at least: she leaned back, away from John-Boy, and threw her long legs up around his waist, opening up her cunt and letting him plow into her with his cock as roughly as he wanted to. He stroked her hips as they writhed, squeezed her taut breasts, and began to fuck her hard, allowing the full length of his hard-on to slide in and out of the well-oiled sheath of Melissa's cunt in slow, firm, steady piston-like strokes.

"She just gets better every time," John-Boy exulted. "Hot and tight! That's some good pussy you're fucking me with, honey!"

"Oh-shove it in me, baby!" Melissa moaned. "I dig that big cock!"

"Jesus shit!" Buck swore wildly as, watching, he reached out to play with Melissa's clenched asscheeks while John-Boy rode her. Buck thought he'd never seen anything as exciting as the way his brother's huge organ was buried deep in their sister's sweet jelly jar, pounding away inside it like a mortar in a honey-filled pestle. The root of John-Boy's cock, wet and slick with the mixture of his dribbled semen and Melissa's flowing juices, was visible, as were his aching, pulsating balls; most of his generous sexual endowment was securely planted in Melissa's cunt. She was working her well-educated ass in high gear now, responding to his every thrust, literally fucking him back as he plowed her pussy, doing everything she could think of to increase the friction of his cock in her cunt. Her labia gripped his cockshaft and caressed it, reminding Buck of a warm wet pink mouth going down on a dick... too aroused to remain a passive spectator, Buck began to kiss and suck Melissa's nipples, mouthing them greedily.

This extra stimulation was just too much for the girl. She came! Her strong cuntal muscles contracted like the jaws of a vise around John-Boy's stabbing tool, and Melissa's voluptuous body quivered like a taut-drawn length of piano wire from head to foot as her cunt spasmed in intense orgasm. Buck had fed a nice satisfying mouthful of tit into his hungry lips and refused to relinquish it; sucking away, he only made it even better for Melissa as she felt herself creaming, coming and coming in one convulsive shudder after another. It felt wonderful, and the crowning touch was supplied by John-Boy's abruptly blasting deep down inside her. He flooded her cunt with hot wet come, thick male seed that erupted from his aching balls, struck the innermost caverns of his sister's cunt and filled her to overflowing as her orgasm rippled to its end and began slowly, deliciously, to die away... but not for long!

"Oh Buck! Oh John-Boy! Oh my fucking God!" Melissa gasped, unable to believe her good fortune. "I'm-I'm gonna come again! Oh yes! I'm gonna do it some more, I can feel it in my cunt, oh God yes-so fucking good, so damn wild! Don't stop! Keep fucking me-ram it in and out of my pussy! Suck on those big tits of mine, baby-help me come! Oh yes-it's even better than the first one, oh fuck yes, it's still hard in me, I'm gonna come and come and come-fuck me, make me blast! Shit! So fucking good! Ahhhhhh-ohhhhhh-unnnhhh!"

She had never experienced such erotic bliss before. John-Boy tensed his muscular buttocks to pump out the last spurts of his sperm into her seething cunt as it flexed uncontrollably, milking his dick dry. Suddenly he slumped, went limp against Melissa's body, and, with a deep groan, pulled his drained prick out of her. Her cunt cried out for more-and got it, as seconds later, it thrilled to the new sensation of penetration and fullness and friction as Buck replaced John-Boy. He entered her eagerly, roughly, sinking his pile-driver of a prick deep into her pussy pit with a single bruising thrust that almost gave Melissa a third climax. Her cunt gripped the thicker cock that was fucking her now and as Buck screwed her savagely she responded to the back-and-forth impact with unrestrained erotic glee.

Buck rolled over onto his back on the bed, pulling Melissa on top of his hairy body as he drilled up into her...John-Boy recovered rather quickly from his orgasm. He masturbated, watching his brother and sister hump beside him with hot eyes, until his prick was rock-hard again in his pumping fist and he was dying to insert it wherever he could! He pressed up against Melissa from behind and thrust himself between her buttocks, seizing and spreading those firm but pliant mounds of flesh as he probed for her anal opening with the head of his cock. Melissa tightened her sphincter muscle to keep him out--he'd forced her to take it this way once before and it had hurt like hell; never again!-but her movements only drove Buck's dick deeper up her snatch as she squirmed away from John-Boy's anal invasion. She was pinned-trapped between the two horny men-unable to get away or to prevent John-Boy from obtaining the perverse satisfaction he craved.

"Oh, shit!" Melissa complained, breathing hard. "Well-put it in me easy, God damn you!" She stopped struggling and resigned herself to her fate-just in time to make it easy on herself as John-Boy drove his dick between her buns; she forced her sphincter to relax and grunted, torn between discomfort and erotic response, as she felt the taut ring of muscle stretching like a thick rubber band around the cockhead that was being jammed against-and through-it so brutally.

Despite the size of John-Boy's dong, he had it deep inside her asshole in no time and was soon fucking away nonchalantly as Melissa writhed and squealed in pain.

Christ! she thought half-angrily. She was just stuffed full of hard cock meat-Buck in her snatch and John-Boy up her ass! Both plowing away as though her body was a rocky acre of farmland! The insensitive, horny, sister-screwing bastards-Melissa could hardly breathe, she was jammed so tightly between the two hot, panting, humping male bodies. Their thick cocks were absolutely ripping her body open-one from either end-but she was digging it! She was loving it, for all the pain the double fuck was costing her. Two studs in her at once-both taking her, using her body, filling it with cock! It was terrific! No woman could say she had truly lived until she had experienced such ecstasy.

"Oh! Fill me, you two fuckers! Fill me full of that good hard cock! I want it in both ends-in my ass! in my cunt! Shit, I wish we had a third stud here to shove it down my throat! Screw my hot shithole, John-Boy, make me come-what's the matter with you, boy, that you're ass-fucking me so slow? Assfuck me hard and fast! Show me how much of a man you are, baby brother! And you, Buck-God damn it, wake up and fuck my cunt for me! Is this the way you screw your whores? I hope not! A girl could fall asleep waiting for you to make her come. That's it, Buck-that's better! Oh, I can feel it now! Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me with those big hard cocks! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

"I'll take her ass over her snatch any time!" John-Boy panted. "Tight? She'll tear your dick off if you let her!"

"Melly's tightening up her sweet hot box, too-it must be your cock up her ass that's turning her on to wild!" Buck grunted in reply. "Guess our sister's just one a them ladies that can never get enough cock in her! In her ass and up her cunt-what a hot, wild, dirty double fuck!"

"Less talk and more cock-you horny fuckers!" Melissa demanded. "More hard dick in my two holes-that's what I want! Oh yes! Suck on my titties some more, make me just come and come! I'm getting there again already! It's so fucking good to have two guys in me at once! I want you both to shoot in me at once! Let's all come together, boys!"

Bodies moved together in the hot, gritty intimacy of total sexual shamelessness and erotic frenzy as the two hard cocks were slammed in and out of those willing orifices, the knowledge that incest was being committed-several times over!-only increasing the unbridled lust of the trio on the bed as they labored to satiate one another with sex. Melissa begged her brothers to fuck her more furiously than they had used any whore, to screw her shitless... her sweaty body twisted in serpentine grace as she writhed in a hysterical effort to bring her brothers' boiling sexual stew to overflowing inside her cock-plugged body. And she succeeded. John-Boy let out a wild cry of excitement as he drove his dick deep into her ass, grinding his groin against Melissa's flattened asscheeks, and blew his hot load inside her, pouring a torrent of creamy semen into her bruised anus to soothe and lubricate it. Melissa had a third orgasm-one of the good, thorough, cunt-clutching ones that suffused her entire body with an indescribable floating feeling of total well-being-just as Buck blasted his nuts inside her coming cunt. His prick exploded and flooded her vagina with thick spermatic fluids, drenching her, wetting down the tunnel-like walls of her cunt as it quaked repeatedly in the shock of orgasmic release. Both men pumped their semen into her in a series of fast, violent bursts, Like liquid machine-gun fire. Buck pulled out of Melissa's dripping cunt and shot the last of his come over her belly and breasts in a jet of white droplets, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Melissa gritted her teeth as John-Boy ripped his still-stiff prick out of her asshole without finesse or caution. But the terrific orgasm that being taken by the back door had just given her was more than worth the discomfort she endured.

Melissa lay between the two panting, exhausted studs for a moment, stroking her breasts gently, rubbing the splattered semen over them, sighing as she enjoyed the tingling glow that was spreading throughout her body...but she knew that now would be a good time to go into her well-rehearsed act: now, before her brothers staggered to their feet and stumbled into the bathroom to wash up after the fuck-now, while they were still in that balmy afterglow of hot sex and unable to think too clearly.

"Oh-oh-oh!" Melissa cried suddenly, pressing her hand to her mouth as though trying to choke back sobs; then she turned over quickly and, thrusting her luscious and well-used ass up in the air, buried her face in the pillows and began to fake sobbing in earnest.

Both her brothers sat up uncertainly, one on either side of her nude body, and stared at her as though she'd gone crazy.

"Why, Melly, honey," Buck exclaimed, not without tenderness, as he clumsily stroked her disheveled hair to soothe her, "what ails you, ail of a sudden? Did John-Boy hurt you when he rammed his big dick up your sweet ass?"

"No, Buck," Melissa intoned tragically, raising her tear-streaked face a little, but avoiding both men's eyes. "I loved having John-Boy fuck me that way-loved feeling your dick in me too, Buck. Don't know how I'm gonna live without it, now that we can't fuck no more!"

"Can't fuck no more!" Buck exploded. "What the fuck do you mean, Melly?"

"Can't hide my shame no more, Buck-the whole town's gonna know, pretty soon, just what we've been doing in this here bed," Melissa lamented. "Guess I'll just have to kill myself to save you two boys from disgrace!"

"Kill yourself!" Buck repeated, with mounting incredulity; John-Boy merely gaped at Melissa, open-mouthed. "The fuck's the matter with you, Melly? You done gone crazy-pecker-crazy, girl? What's got into you?"

"Your cocks and your seed-that's what's got into me!" the girl retorted. "I'm knocked up! Gonna have a brat and one of my own two brothers planted it in me! Don't even know which of you two done it-not that it makes much of a difference, either way! I'm knocked up by my own brothers--my own flesh and blood! Whole town's gonna know what happened, and we'll get run out on a rail!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" Buck roared. "Knocked up! You can't mean it, Melly! Who told you such a crazy thing? You been to a doctor-told him what we been doing?"

"Don't need no doctor to tell me I'm with child," Melissa sniffled, dabbing her moist eyes. "Missed my last two periods and put on weight-swelling up! Getting thick around the waist. Ain't you noticed?"

Buck gaped at her hips, stroked them gingerly. Christ! she wasn't lying! Now that he had been told, he took notice for the first time-there was a perceptible thickening.

"Oh, God!" Melissa cried. "Pregnant! Swelling up faster'n any fucking balloon! And it's all you boys' fault-ain't you two fuckers ever heard of rubbers?"

"Should of put you on the Pill, I guess, what with all the hot screwing we been doing," Buck admitted, calming down a bit. "It just never entered my mind."

"Well, this here baby sure entered my cunt! I'm knocked up but good. The Pill can't do me much good now-unless you give me a whole bottle of sleeping pills and let me take 'em. And I wish I could. I'd rather die than birth it! Bad enough I ain't got no husband, without the whole lousy town knowing it was my own brothers who screwed me and knocked me up. We'll have to name it Hardy and good reason for it, too! Oh, Buck, what are we gonna do?"

"Maybe it'll be born deformed, without no arms or legs-Like that calf over at the Garrity place last year," John-Boy said hopefully, "seeing as how it's come from inter-breedin' and all."

This possibility had occurred to Melissa, and this time she wasn't faking as she burst into fresh tears of genuine fear and shame.

"Or maybe Melly can slip it," was John-Boy's next optimistic remark.

"Shush your stupid mouth," his brother snapped. "Ain't a bad idea, though. If we can find somebody willing to abort it-"

"Don't want nobody poking no knife or coat-hanger up my cunt!" Melissa protested wildly.

"Don't know nobody who could do it around here, anyway, so just you calm the fuck down," Buck said. He sat on the edge of the bed and scratched his head, frowning in thought Melissa waited, holding her breath. "Only one thing to do, so far as I can see," Buck admitted at last.

"What's that?" John-Boy demanded with genuine curiosity.

"Gonna have to marry Melissa up with some man."

Melissa breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God! She'd get away from the two of them at last. But she pretended to be skeptical.

"Who'd want to marry me now?" she asked bitterly. "Busted and knocked up?"

"Lots of guys. You're pretty, ain't you? And besides, it don't make no neverminds if the son of a bitch wants to marry up with you or not. We'll make him do it. A shotgun wedding if we have to! We'll just pretend he busted you-raped you, would sound even better-and knocked you up. He won't have no choice in the matter at all. So don't you worry about a thing, Melly, honey, We'll fix it for you. All you got to do is decide who you want to marry up with."

Melissa wiped her eyes, and sniffed. "Can't marry Peter Selby because his parents sent him off to college to get him away from me," she complained. "So nobody'll believe that it was he who did it to me. He's been out of town too long! So don't much care who it is."

"Well-how about that Billy Fredericks? He's a widower," Buck suggested.

Melissa was horrified. "Him? He's old. And he drinks! Drunk every weekend! Probably can't even get it up no more. No thanks!"

"Well-there's that Kyle What's-his-name you go to school with. Didn't you date him once or twice? He's young and good-looking. Ought to be able to get it up, and he's got a good-payin' job downtown."

"He couldn't get it up with me," Melissa retorted. "That's why I only went out with him twice. Everybody knows he's a faggot-in love with his mama! You got to be kidding, Buck!"

"Well, shit! You're mighty hard to please, for somebody that was ready to gobble down the Bleeping pills a minute ago! How about Peter Cinocek?"

"He's just a dumb Polack-and he's uglier'n sin besides."

"Frank Garrity? He'll inherit that big farm some day."

Melissa shuddered. "He's just a dumb farmer and twice as ugly as Peter Cinocek."

"But he's got a big dick, Melly," John-Boy coaxed. "I saw it once when he was taking a piss against his daddy's barn door. Bigger'n mine."

"Don't care if he's hung like a chandelier-he's still ugly! Can't throw a feed bag over his head once we're man and wife, can I?" Melissa shot back angrily.

Buck was thinking hard. "Got to marry you up with some sucker or other, and fast! Well, hell--there's always that Sebastian Briggs-he ain't married!"

Melissa was horrified, but for a quite different reason. "The Reverend Briggs? You want to palm my brat off on a preacher? Tell people it was a fucking Goddam reverend who knocked me up?"

"I guess he's got a pecker in his pants like any other man! Besides, Briggs ain't no real reverend, I hear. He ain't never been ordained or nothing! Goes around calling himself a Baptist-shit, anybody knows that you gotta be a Methodist to be a real, honest-to-God reverend! And the bastard's young and good-looking, ain't he? Those women don't go to his prayer meetings and revival services to hear the word of God. They go to get a good look at the thing he's got in his pants! Yeah, I heard some of the guys down at the mill say he's hung like a horse! And screw? He's the most fornicatingest fucking reverend I ever heard tell of. Always fucking his flock. It ain't hardly Christian. Goes to the Widder Johnson and fucks her once a week if he can't get it for free. Busts virgins like they were going out of style-everybody knows it. Yeah, I'd say the good reverend is about your best bet, Melly! How about it? You crave to be a preacher's wife and mend his erring ways? At least you'd be respectable then. Nobody'd dare to talk about you-to your face or in my hearing, that is. How about it, honey? You willing to become the Reverend Mrs. Briggs?"

Melissa gave it a moment's thought, and began to wonder why she hadn't thought of it before. She was familiar with Sebastian Briggs-and with his reputation as a ladies' man and an insatiable fucker. She'd even patronized his church a few times in her maiden days, before she lost her cherry and discovered in the process that fact was more satisfying than fantasy. Fantasize about the sexy young Reverend Briggs she certainly had, in those long-gone days of her innocence. She'd often imagined the young minister of the Mount Zion First Baptist Church of God naked and mounting her nubile body with the same zeal and fervor and wild-eyed energy he brought to his hell-fire and damnation sermons on Sundays. Melissa often found it difficult to get up from the pew and leave the church after such a session, she was so weak-kneed and giddy with frustrated adolescent desire for the older man. But he'd never taken any particular notice of her, despite his much discussed and criticized interest in the female members of his congregation-especially the young and pretty ones. The dime that was all Melissa had been able to donate every week didn't buy much except a sensual but coldly appraising smile. She hadn't had her breasts then, and that was probably what had turned the good reverend off-she'd been too young and gawky to attract a man who was accustomed to ripe womanly charms. But if he saw her now-! He might even be happy to accept the rap in exchange for conjugal rights to Melissa's more experienced flesh now. Yes, the Reverend Briggs might not be a bad choice at all!

"It just don't seem right, blaming a reverend for knocking me up when he didn't do it," she said aloud, though, so as not to appear too anxious.

"Oh, come off it, Melly!" Buck scoffed. "He's a real cunt hound and he probably would've gotten around to you sooner or later anyway, if you'd of let the bastard get in your pants!-If it makes you feel any better, you can always screw him first and then we'll lower the boom on the horny son of a bitch. Might even be better that way; then we'd have witnesses and could say that he took your virgin flower and that you ain't ever had no other man in you."

John-Boy snickered. "Who'd ever believe that?"

Melissa glared at him. He wasn't as dumb as she'd thought, then. "Shut up!" she said coldly. "I'm trying to talk to Buck. All right! If you can swing it, I'll marry up with him. Don't matter much to me, and guess I could do worse."

"You'll have to play-act some, Melly," Buck cautioned her. "Bawl and scream and pretend you never even heard the word 'dick' until Briggs puts his in you-by force-and busted you but good. Say he raped you but you love him anyway and all that kind of shit. We'll make it stick! He'll either marry you or pay child support for the rest of his fucking life-and that'd be the end of his preaching in this town. Don't you worry none, honey--he'll come around, especially after John-Boy and I've thrown a good stiff scare into him."

"Ain't we gonna be able to fuck Melly, once she gets married up with Briggs and moves into his house?" John-Boy asked.

"Afraid we won't be able to, John-Boy wouldn't be proper. So better get our licks in while we can." And, without more ado, Buck picked up their lovemaking where it had left off a few minutes before. He bent over Melissa to kiss her, his hands exploring her body; John-Boy immediately perked up and slipped beside Melissa, turning her over gently so that her superb ass was staring both men in the face, the lush pale cheeks glowing in the warm morning light. Melissa didn't protest: if her brothers were going to find a husband for her, the least they deserved in return was a good fuck. After all, she wouldn't be living with them much longer-if all went well and according to plan.

"I want to look at her cunt while you fuck her!" John-Boy announced eagerly. He pulled Melissa up so that she was supporting herself on the mattress on her hands and knees, her asscheeks splitting wide open to bare the deep furred valley between the rounded hillocks. Her labia gaped in surprise as Buck pulled her legs even farther apart and got into fucking position behind her, kneeling behind his sister and aiming his hard-on between her thighs. His brawny bare arms wrapped around her waist, and the undersides of her heavy boobs pressed against them, as Buck thrust himself up into her snatch. She was still sopping wet down there from their previous copulating and Buck's cock slid easily into her moist cuntslit from behind and below; he began to fuck her violently, in doggy fashion, obtaining a deep penetration that aroused them both to fever pitch within seconds. John-Boy, wide-eyed, observed them for a few strokes, then grabbed a handful of Melissa's coppery hair and tugged at it insistently, pulling her head down into his crotch.

"Suck on me while he screws you, Melly," he demanded... Melissa didn't hesitate. She smiled up at her brother seductively as she wet her lips with an impudent pink tongue, then opened her luscious red flower of a mouth wide, with a moan of lust. She twisted her head down until the bright-red knob at the tip of John-Boy's swollen cockhead was pulsing only inches from her lips; her hot breath caressed it-she took him into her mouth. Fastening warm, wet lips firmly around the part of the shaft that connected it to the head, she caressed him with her lips and tongue, running the latter skillfully, provocatively over the bulky dickhead that throbbed in response. Her breath warmed him as she hollowed her cheeks and began to suck. John-Boy shivered as the blow job began to get to him.

"Suck his dick, baby!" It was Buck who spat the words out as he watched over Melissa's shoulder, screwing her nonstop from behind with the long, fast, evenly-timed piston-like strokes that were his specialty. 'Take the rest of his meat down your throat, Melly-deep-throat the horny hung fucker! Suck your baby brother but good! Take him all the way! Show him a really good time-God damn, suck that thing! Suck it! Yeah!"

Melissa was doing it like a pro. She let about two inches of her brother's solid shaft slide right into her gaping mouth, until his cockhead struck the back of her mouth and she had to force her distended lips wider open to cram more cock between them. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head backwards to clear her throat and eagerly let John-Boy's prick slip down into it. She was deep-throating him now with as much expertise as any porno-flick actress could boast of, and John-Boy loved it. Buck, watching as he screwed Melissa, was more turned on by what he saw than by what he was feeling himself, good though that was. "Fuck! Can't hold it in," Buck gasped suddenly, ramming his huge cock in and out of her juicy cunt, his hips colliding violently against Melissa's butt as he humped her more roughly than before to bring himself off in her. "Shit! Oh, shit! Here I come-!" And he blasted in her cock-crammed womb.

Melissa wanted to come again, too: she pulled her creamy thighs together tightly to trap Buck's deep-plunging prick in her pussy and held on to it as hard as she could in a frantic effort to get off herself as he lost another potent load inside her. Damn! For a moment Melissa didn't think she was going to make it... but then, excitingly, just as Buck stopped spurting inside her, her cunt tensed up without warning, her clit burned and tingled with life, and she felt herself coming, her vaginal cavern shuddering in the throes of yet another glorious deep orgasm. She had to let John-Boy's tool slip out of her throat so she could gasp for breath, but her lips held the head of his dick in place inside her mouth as she felt the turgid meat jerk and twitch in warning. Then John-Boy came in her mouth like a lusty young bull pumping his seed into a tight-twatted cow. It even tasted like bitter buttermilk on her tongue.

"Oh Melly-oh honey! Fuck! Take it-take it all, baby! Suck it right down!" John-Boy groaned. His climax shook his powerful body; he thrust both hands into Melissa's hair and shoved his bursting dick back down her throat, half-choking her as the torrent of sperm continued and she struggled to gulp it all down. At last his depleted tool began to go soft and limp as it trembled within her mouth, and Melissa could pull away from it to clear her come-flooded throat, breathe, and use her tongue to lick up the last spurts of hot wet jism. She cleaned her brother's cock off lovingly, getting every pungent, tasty drop before she finally let him slip out from between her tired lips. She sank her head into the cool pillows, wriggling her butt to milk Buck dry of the last of his load, as he began to pull his slimy prick out of her cunt. Then it was over and the three of them lay sprawled on the semen-stained bedclothes, feeling exhausted but satiated with sex for the time being.

"Gonna have to hustle our asses if we want to get to work on time," Buck finally pointed out, smacking John-Boy on the butt to rouse him from his post-coital stupor and, reluctantly, easing his big sweaty body off the bed. Buck reached down between Melissa's parted thighs to finger her mushy, come-dripping cuntlips. "Don't you worry none, Melly honey. Too bad you got knocked up but can't help it now. Just have to accept the consequences of all this screwing around, I guess. John-Boy'n I'll pay the Reverend Mr. Briggs a little visit after work, and between the two of us we'll persuade your intended to make an honest woman of you. You just remember to play your part, honey, lay it on good."

"I'll do that, Buck," Melissa promised. His blunt fingers were moving around between her pouting cuntlips now, teasing her, setting her clit and the delicate inner folds of her vulva on fire, and she knew that if he kept the manipulation up much longer she'd get so horny she'd invite him to fuck her again, and then the boys would never get to work, let alone arrange for her marriage afterwards.

"Cut that finger-fucking out now, Buck-you hear?" Melissa gasped, wriggling away from her brother's probing hand and reaching down to give him a little slap on the wrist. "Ain't proper-me almost a preacher's wife and all."

"You ain't no preacher's wife yet, honey," Buck sniggered, his fingers busier than ever inside her pussy...he was climbing back onto the bed, getting on top of her, his weight pressing her down... John-Boy hadn't moved. Oh shit! Melissa thought. They were both probably going to screw her again. Some men just couldn't seem to get enough. She supposed she ought to be flattered that she was able to turn them on so consistently. But she hoped that Sebastian Briggs, the sensuous man of God, would turn out to be at least as good in bed as her two brothers who had gotten her into this mess. But beggars couldn't be choosers...

"If you're gonna fuck it, fuck it," Melissa gasped, breaking her train of thought. "Quit teasing me and playing around! Fuck me!"

"Anything you say-Mrs. Briggs ma'am," Buck retorted as he prepared to mount his sister from behind again.

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