Chapter 1

Killy Banner was too young to know what a sex ring was, but she wasn't too young to become the victim of one. All she had to do was get mad and run away from home again.

Fed up with house rules, feeling like a prisoner, she stood on a curb with nothing but the clothes she wore-sandals, a little skirt, and a T-shirt.

With her blue eyes flashing with anger and her lower lip stuck out in defense, she held her hand out with thumb pointing.

A big black car stopped for her and in it sat Carl Anders, the last man in the world a girl should accept a ride from. But Killy didn't know that.

Carl reached across the seat and pushed the door open for her.

"Hop in," he said in a very nice way that would have fooled any girl.

Killy sat next to him and said thank you as she buckled up. The seat belt cut between her young tits, separated them neatly, and made them jut in her T-shirt even more pointedly.

The beauty of her cute tits was not lost on Carl, but he was careful not to let her see him looking at them-or at her naked young thighs.

"Where can I take you?" he asked as he drove on.

To his surprise, Killy growled, "Anywhere! Just away from here!"

That piqued his interest in her even more. At a red light, he said, "You sound angry. Having some problems at home?"

"Not any more," Killy said when the car was moving again. "I'm running away. For good this time!"

Carl's ears perked up. So did his cock in his pants. But he was a cautious man. He had to be. He needed to know more about how she thought, how she felt, if he was going to feel safe.

So he asked, "Won't your parents miss you tonight? They'll be worried."

"Who cares?" Killy snarled. "It's because of them that I have to run away. Besides, they're not my parents. They're my foster parents. My parents died in an accident when I was two. I've been an orphan ever since."

Carl drove in silence a few minutes, playing his cards right. Then, in his friendliest voice, he asked, "Want to talk about it? What happened to make you run away?"

"They beat me again," Killy said, and stared angrily out the window.

"Again?" Carl pressed on.

"They're always beating me," Killy told him. "Just because I play with myself. Every time they catch me, they whip me. Every time! Norma holds me down on my bed, and Jeff hits me with his belt."

Carl's cock throbbed in his crotch. "They did that to you today?"

"Just an hour ago!" Killy blurted.

If she had excited Carl so far, it was nothing compared to what happened next. Killy yanked her seat belt off, got up on her knees with her back to Carl, bent over, raised her little skirt in back, and said, "See!"

"Jesus!" Carl rasped. He white-knuckled the steering wheel, put his foot on the brake, and stared hotly at her naked young ass. From where he sat, her pussy looked like a cute little sandwich. His cock pounded in his pants.

And his blood rushed as he realized in a flash that Killy was a pushover, a ready-made victim. He wouldn't have to con the panties off of her or take the time to seduce her. She was obviously a brainless teen-just perfect!

Her cute ass had genuine welts on it, so he took a chance and stroked it with the tips of his fingers. Killy didn't pull away or object in any way, so he said, "You should put something on those. I have some lotion at my place."

Still no objection, so when Killy sat down and put her seat belt on, he took her to his apart- ment on the other side of town.

It was a small, one-bedroom place, but adequate for his purposes. Killy didn't know it, but his pad was a jumping-off place for unwitting girls destined for sexual exploitation among a nationwide group of horny perverts.

Once in his apartment, Carl double-locked the door. To his surprise-and no little pleasure- Killy went to the sofa, laid down on her tummy and hiked her skirt up in back.

"Jesus," he muttered to himself and went into the bathroom.

When he returned with the salve for Killy's wounds, he found her pretty legs parted a little more than they had been. He stared at her cute cunt and his cock stiffened in his pants. Did she know? he wondered. Had she seen it?

He sat on the edge of the sofa, dipped his big fingers into the cream, and applied it to the red welts on her naked ass.

"Mmmmm," Killy moaned as he rubbed the lotion all over her asscheeks.

"Does that feel good?" Carl wanted to know.

"Yes," Killy said in a whispery voice.

Carl's cunning mind calculated his chances of getting right to her pussy. She liked to play with herself. She had been beaten for it many times. And she told it all to him, like a silly girl who didn't know better. Everything was in his favor.

So he let his silky fingers slip over the curves of her pretty ass and touch her pussy. No reaction. No resistance. No scream or cry or coy remark. Nothing but her steady breathing. So he inched his fingers down, all the way to her soft, blonde pussy-fur. Then back up again. Down again. Up again. He smoothed soothing lotion all over her cute cunt.

He knew she would have to say something eventually. He was stroking her teen pussy, for Christ's sake! What would she say?

Killy moaned. "That feels good, too."

Well, I'll be a sonofabitch, Carl thought hotly.

After all the girls he'd had to slap around, tie down, and gag, Killy was a dream come true. An empty-headed doll. A horny young teen who wanted no more than to play with her pussy.

He soon learned why she was that way. He learned it as he rubbed her furry young cunt for her. After petting her pussy a while, he let his big finger slide up and down her pussy-crack. Her little clit erected for him, so he rubbed that, too.

It was then that Killy rasped, "If you keep doing that, I'll cum."

Carl detected a note of hope in her small voice. She wanted him to make her cum! That amazed him again.

Yet here was sexy young Killy, panting softly, hoping, as she slowly writhed her pussy against the fingers of a total stranger, a man old enough to be her father.

Carl thought about that. He didn't know much about psychology, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that Killy liked a man's hand on her pussy because she never had a father's affection. So Carl gave it to her.

"Do you like to cum?" he asked as he stroked her clit and pussy.

"Yesss," Killy hissed hotly, squirming her "unt against his exciting fingers. "When I was growing up in the orphanage, all I had to play with was my pussy."

Carl's cock got so stiff that it ached. Since she couldn't see him, he grasped it and milked it in his pants as he worked on her pussy, which had top priority right now.

He used the end of his thick finger to separate the puffy lips of her pussy, and inched it inside her wet, squinny hole. Killy gasped but said nothing.

When his finger was all the way up her pussy, she quivered. When he worked his finger in and out in a most exciting way, she shuddered. And when he did that and massaged her clit at the same time, she caught her breath.

"Oh," she panted. "Oh, oh, ohhhh! I feel it! It's gonna cum! Ohhh, mister, don't stop! Do more! Do more! Ew, ewww, ewwww! It's cumming!"

Carl squeezed his enormous cock and drilled all of his finger in and out of her cunt while he rubbed her clit, too. All hell broke loose.

Killy's ass jumped. Her legs strained and shook. Her pussy humped on his finger and twisted hotly on it as it plunged in and out.

"I'm cumming!" she announced to the world. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Ohhh, I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"

"Jesus!" Carl groaned through his teeth, and he thought his cock would burst right then and there.

"Excuse me a minute," he said thickly and left Killy writhing there.

He hurried into the bathroom where he tore his pants open, grabbed his thick cock in a tight fist, and pumped a huge load of cum into the toilet bowl.

That wasn't his usual style, but these weren't usual circumstances. Killy was one chick he didn't want to scare off. Since he didn't have to force her or tie her up or whip her into submission, why scare her? She was doing just fine on her own!

That was obvious to him when he got back to her. She was flat on her back now. Her blue eyes were all starry. Her pouty lips were parted for air. Her ripe young tits heaved in her tight little T-shirt. She had her short skirt way up on her flat tummy. Her naked, furry cunt was fully exposed and still writhing a little.

Carl gave her one of his disarming smiles- the smile that had charmed the panties off of lots of young girls-and Killy smiled back at him prettily. Her eyes flashed with little lights.

He didn't have to ask her what was on her mind. She told him. Her little pink tongue slipped across her lips to moisten them, and she cooed, "That was better than I do."

Carl's cock stirred again. No girl had ever complimented him before. They usually cursed him!

Dumb or not, Killy was sexy. So Carl sat on the edge of the sofa again and felt free to pet her pussy which was all hot and wet now. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she turned her hips a little to make it easier for him.

"Please, let me stay here with you! I don't have any where else to go. Please! I won't be a bother, I promise. I can do your housework. I know how. They always made me do it all."

Christ, Carl thought, I didn't even have to lock the fucking door! But he said, "Then you must be tired of doing housework."

"Oh, no," Killy said quickly, and humped her pussy a little. "I didn't want to do it for them. I want to do it for you!"

"Well, maybe we can work something out," he said.

"Oh, thank you!" Killy squealed, and sat up straight, all excited. She threw her slender arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. Her hard, pointy tits strained up at him.

Carl eased his thick tongue into her mouth and his finger eased into her juicy young cunt. His other hand traveled up inside her T-shirt to her proud, jutting tits and he played with them. Her nipples and clit all got stiff at the same time.

Killy pulled her mouth from his and rasped, "I'm gonna cum again."

So she lay back down, pulled her T-shirt all the way up to her chin so he could see her tits, spread her legs, and gazed hotly at his mouth.

"If you did it with your tongue ..." she groaned.

Jesus H. Christ! Carl thought, and got on his knees on the floor.

Killy pushed one leg off the sofa and her curvy young thighs opened into a big upside down V. Her pussy was like a magnet to his mouth. He planted his face in her horny crotch and stuck his tongue where his finger had been.

Killy moaned when he filled her hot pussy with wet tongue, and her eyes closed, and she mauled her tits as he licked his big tongue in and out of her cunt.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, and screwed her pussy on his tongue. "The minute we kissed I knew you'd do it good!"

Carl chuckled to himself, thanked his lucky stars, and ate her pretty pussy with a hunger. He took her firm, twisty asscheeks into his hands and squeezed them a lot as he tongue-fucked her humping cunt. And all the while, he watched her hands clutch and claw at her jutting, horny tits. She was hot!

He drilled all of his tongue into her pussy until she was gasping for air. Then he caught her quivery little clit between his lips and licked the hell out of it, even as he sucked it.

"Oh, mister!" Killy cried, tossing her pussy around. "I'm cumming! Oh, golly! Oh, mama! Oh, daddy! Oh, God! I'm cumming sooooo goooood! Ummmmmm!" Carl didn't stop eating her cunt until it was thoroughly drenched with her joy-juice. Then he sat back on his heels and stared hotly at her writhing, screwing pussy.

Wave upon wave of cummy pleasure washed through her young body and left her breathless.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she panted. "That was a good one!"

Carl chuckled. She was obviously a girl who had been measuring the intensity of her cums. If she was searching for mind-boggling ones, she was in the right place.

Her eyes fluttered, then opened, and she turned her pretty head to see him. A pretty smile played at her lips and she panted, "Thank you."

Thank you! he thought wildly. Christ! The last girl he'd done that to had screamed. Killy was definitely a different kind of girl.

He smiled at her. "You don't have to thank me for that. It was all my pleasure."

Killy heaved a sigh and her eyes sparkled at him.

"You're nice," she cooed. Carl grinned. "I think it's time we introduced ourselves, don't you? My name's Carl." "Killy," she said.

"Well, hello, Kelly. Pleased to meet you." "Killy," she corrected him. "With an i. Not Kelly."

"Sorry," Carl laughed, playing along with her teen nonsense. "That's a very pretty name."

"I know," she said. "It comes from Killian. I found it in a romance novel. I don't like my own name. I think Killy sounds cummy, don't you?"

"Cummy?"

"Yes. You know-sexy."

Carl chuckled. "Now that you mention it, yes, it is a cummy name. A cummy name for a cummy girl."

Killy giggled, and her eyes twinkled. "I'm glad it was you who picked me up. You don't mind if I'm cummy. That's why I want to stay with you."

Carl reached over and got his finger up her hot, wet pussy. He smiled at her. "When I first saw you, I thought you were a virgin."

"I am," she said.

Carl chuckled. "Then where's your cherry?"

"Oh, that," she said. "I thought you meant fucking. I've never been fucked yet. But I think I lost my cherry in the orphanage."

"How?" Carl asked.

"I told you," she said. "All I had to play with was my pussy. So I stole a banana from the kitchen and took it to bed with me. And a cucumber. I had a special one of those, sort of curved, you know? God, I used that one up my pussy so long that I had to throw it away. It got all mushy."

Carl's cock was understandably stiff again. He wondered what his next move should be. Would she balk if he mentioned it or took it out and let her see it? Is that when the struggle would begin?

But once again, Killy was way ahead of him. She was a girl who liked to think for herself.

"I know why you went into the bathroom," she said.

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. Because your cock was hard." Carl smiled. "You're a very smart girl-as well as cummy." Killy giggled. "I'll jerk it for you." "You will?"

"Yes," she said seriously. "I'm not a cock-teaser. Really I'm not. I know a girl should never get a man's cock hard unless she's gonna do something with it. And I know it got hard because you licked my pussy for me. The least I can do is jerk it for you."

It was the least she did. Carl saw to that.

"Let's get on my bed," he said. He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom where he lay down. His cock was a huge lump in his pants.