Chapter 7
"Now, about this guy you were with in the car ." the probation officer continued briskly.
"Walter," Sylvia said helpfully. "Walter . something . I don't know his last name."
The probation officer dropped his pencil and raised his head from the threepage form on his desk, studying Sylvia curiously. He was a handsome man, Sylvia thought, handsome but restrained. His tall, lean physique, his strong jaw and youthful, unlined, face . she knew they were attractive to her. But in spite of the man's casual, almost coarse manner she found herself intimidated by him. He looked like a cop.
In that sense he was perfectly suited for his office. Sylvia looked around from where she sat in the hard wooden chair, taking in the spare, immaculate furnishings of the small room buried in a remote annex of the Justice building. Briefly she wondered if it had been designed with her in mind, with the object of frightening teenage girls who'd gone astray.
"Walter?" the probation officer repeated. His voice was almost incredulous. Sylvia realized that he was grinning.
"Yes, Walter," Sylvia said hesitantly. "I thought you were asking me his name."
"Sweetheart, his name's Walter Parker. Jesus H. Christ! You get smashed with a guy, you go down on him in a parking lot, and you don't even know his full name!"
Sylvia blushed fiercely and lowered her head. In the two days since her arrest, since her fingerprinting and booking and lockup in the holding cells, she had almost become used to being humiliated.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said faintly. "I guess I just ."
"My name's Tom. Call me Tom." The probation officer flipped over her form and leaned back in his chair, dismally shaking his head. "Public drunkenness, lewd and indecent behavior, sodomy . baby, let me tell you something, for a girl with no priors you have acquired one hell of a rap sheet overnight. You ought to be proud of yourself."
"I'm sorry. That's all I can say . Tom."
"I just don't know what to do with you," Tom sighed. "You got everything going against you. You live alone with your mother, totally bad family situation, I mean totally, your Mom's an alcoholic, child abuse . you know what I'm telling you? I mean, you know there is no way at all the court's going to let you keep living with her."
"What?"
"I mean, you'll probably get probation," Tom continued. "No priors, and if you get down to it, it's against the law but it's not a criminal activity. Big distinction there. But sweetheart, no way at all for you and mama from now on. They're going to stick you someplace else!"
"But . like where?" Sylvia asked, her voice rising. All of a sudden she felt terribly confused; no one had mentioned the prospect of being separated from her mother. "I mean, where am I going to go?"
"Two choices." Tom glanced at the form on his desk to refresh his memory. "One, I understand you have a father, uh, your father is working in a machine shop out of state. He's single, which isn't terrific, and he's got an arrest record, which is worse, but the court could assign custody. You might wind up living with him."
"Oh, that would be fine!" Sylvia said. She smiled broadly for the first time in days. She had always loved her brawny, fiftyyearold father very much, and a year away from him since the divorce had done nothing to dispel her girlishly adoring memories of him.
"But sweets, that's only one of the choices, and they're not up to you," Tom said. He looked at her grimly. "The second choice is custody to the state. That means you get to live at juvenile hall until you're twentyone."
"But . they wouldn't do that!" Sylvia exclaimed. Her mind spun with horrifying pictures of life in an institution. The rumor mill at her high school had painted the local juvenile hall as one of the worst in the country.
"They sure would," Tom continued. "As a matter of fact, it's downright likely. Why do you think your old man wasn't given custody in the first place?"
"But, can't you do something?!" Sylvia said. Her fear of the juvenile hall and her love for her father had merged into one force now; she knew she had to see him again. "I just can't live at juvenile hall! Can't you help me?"
"Oh, sure," Tom said. He was grinning broadly now, wickedly, as if he knew the end of a play that had yet to be acted out. "Probation officer's a real important guy. I could get you off the hook if I want to."
There was a long pause. Sylvia stared at the probation officer mutely. Something in the back of her' mind already told her what he wanted.
Tom grinned back at her. Then he rose from behind the desk, revealing that the crotch of his pants had been filled by an enormous throbbing hardon.
"Oh God," Sylvia whispered, staring at his dick.
"You see, sweetheart, you got to treat me right," Tom muttered. He walked around the desk to stand in front of her, his prick pulsing with its stiffness before her eyes. His expression was completely evil now, as if a mask had been lifted to show his true personality. "It's how it always works down here, at least if the girls are pretty. You satisfy me, I do a favor for you."
"What . what do you want me to do?" Sylvia said softly. Her mind swam with the horrible realization that she was being blackmailed again, that she had no choice but to perform whatever act Tom desired. "All right . you win. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to suck on it, baby," Tom whispered savagely. "I want you to suck the cream out of my big fat prick!"
Tom snorted and hurriedly pulled down his zipper. Reaching into the opening, he withdrew the, cumswollen shaft of his rock hard cock.
Sylvia stared intently at his nakedly throbbing organ. Then she felt her panties moisten with love juice spewing from her pussy, and she knew that her submission to the blackmail wouldn't be so difficult after all.
Tom had a beautiful big dick. It stood out of his wiry cock hairs with incredible hardness, the fat pink head already starting to ooze jism with his excitement. The shaft was thick and pink, laced with swollen blue veins that stood out prominently from the surface. Sylvia couldn't take her eyes off the knob. It was enormous and bloated, like a small fresh plum .
"Come on Sylvia, don't be bashful," Tom whispered. "Lick it a little first, like it was candy."
Sylvia leaned forward and hesitantly wrapped her hands around the twitching stiffness of his hardon. Quickly his meat began to throb hotly against her palm, and she knew that she wanted to suck his rod as badly as he wanted her to.
Sylvia squeezed her hands around his dick and gently began to move her fingers in and out, expertly milking and jerking. his tool with her palms. His prick instantly seemed to grow a little longer. Tom moaned and leaned towards her.
Sylvia lifted her head towards the cumoozing knob. Then she extended her tongue and hotly began to lick up the cream that burbled out of his slit, laving her tongue all over his spongy cock head.
"Unh. That's right Sylvia, work out . unhhh," Tom moaned. He held the back of her head, pulling her mouth into his jutting cock. "Suck it now, baby. Take it in your mouth and suck as much of it as you can."
Sylvia opened her mouth and quickly dropped her head into his loins, taking all of the fat knob between her lips. Her cunt was very wet and hot now, and her nipples had protruded into stiff little bumps through her bra. In spite of herself, in spite of her shame at being blackmailed, she knew how much she had always enjoyed sucking on men's warm, hard cocks.
Especially big ones like this. Sylvia squeezed her lips wetly around the center of Tom's burning organ, automatically pumping her cheeks smoothly in and out to increase the suction in her throat. Then she began to suck off his dick very hard, rolling her full tongue over the fleshy pink knob, darting it into his cum slit.
"Ahhhh, that's good, that's real good. You're a really good little cocksucker, ain't you honey?" Tom grunted happily. "Jack me off a little now. Beat me off in your mouth."
Sylvia obediently tightened her fingers around the base of his meat. She stroked the rubbery flesh smoothly up and down, jerking him off in long, sure strokes as her mouth eagerly kissed and sucked and licked the head.
"Now doesn't that taste good?" Tom prodded cruelly. "You like that, don't you? I can tell. Girls don't give head as good as this unless they really get off on it. You like sucking my rod."
Sylvia said nothing. She didn't want to take his sweet throbbing prick out of her mouth long enough to make a reply. But her cheeks flushed with the truth of his words, and she knew she had never before been so excited and humiliated at the same time.
Why does it turn me on getting treated like this? she asked herself miserably. Oh God, I can tell I'm getting real horny. This guy's such a total bastard . how come I'm getting so hot just sucking his dick for him? I really want him to fuck me now. I can't help it . I love the taste of his big cock . oh Christ, why do I want to get fucked by an asshole like this?
"I'll bet you want me to fuck you now, huh sweetheart?" Tom grinned, as if he could read her mind. "Don't lie to me. I can tell what a horny little cunt you are."
Sylvia sucked his prick and said nothing, too embarrassed to reply. Instead she eagerly worked that much harder on his meat. Her head began to bob up and down, fucking her mouth smoothly with more and more of his swollen tools. Her stroking fingers became more urgent, beating him off hard and fast into her sucking, clasping lips.
"Say you want it, Sylvia," Tom continued. "I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to fuck you unless you ask me for it. Like a good girl."
"I want . I want you to fuck me," Sylvia whispered. The confession was the last possible blow to her sense of selfrespect, but she couldn't restrain herself from making it. Her curlyhaired pussy-lips were moist and swollen. She was almost afraid she was going to cum in her panties.
"Again. Say it again."
"Please Tom, I want you to fuck me," Sylvia admitted shamefully. She held his pulsing hardon in her hands and looked openly up at him, mouthing the words as she held his knob up to her cumsmeared lips. "You're right, sucking your cock has made me horny. Don't make me wait. I don't even care about the foster home or anything. Just fuck me hard."
"Okay," Tom said, chuckling sadistically. He pulled away from her and snapped his fingers at a cheap throw rug behind the desk. "Strip for me and kneel on that thing. I think I'll do it to you doggiestyle, just for a change of pace."
Sylvia pulled off her clothes as fast as she could. The pouting lips of her pussy burned with the anticipation of receiving his cock, and she could feel her clit protruding stiffly from its hood. Again it occurred to her how strange it was, that this scene in the probation officer's office should turn her on so much.
Then she was naked. Tom stared intently at her luscious teenage body, moving his eyes brazenly from her large swaying tits to her long tapering legs, focusing finally on the rich dark hairs of her cunt mound. Sylvia couldn't help flushing with pride. That was one thing she had left, at least: her incredibly voluptuous body.
"Jesus, Sylvia, if I'd known you were this stacked I think I would have fucked you before you even got through the door," Tom said. He chuckled and pulled his pants down to his ankles. "Okay, on your hands and knees now. Time I gave your tight little pussy what it needs. Shit, I can smell it all the way across the room!"
Sylvia got down on her hands and knees. She bent her arms and cradled her head in them, supporting the weight of her torso on her elbows. Then she spread her thighs wide apart and arched her back, putting her cunt in position for the invasion of Tom's throbbing dick.
Tom fell to his knees behind her. Sylvia felt his stomach press against the creamy white cheeks of her round ass, his hands reached around to clasp her stiffnippled breasts. Then she felt something hard and spongy push between her sopping pussy-lips, and she knew he was slipping his huge dick into her cunt.
"Ahhhhh that's right, Tom, fuck me . give me all of your stiff cock!" Sylvia whimpered. She began to grind her ass in and out, wantonly encouraging him to start fucking her as soon as possible. "Aww Tom, I'm getting so horny! Ram it all the way in, fuck me hard!"
Tom worked his ass muscles convulsively in and out, thrusting inch after inch of his tool through the clinging heat of her slippery pussy. When it was all the way in her cunt he paused for several seconds, as if savoring the way the muscles of her fuck hole clasped and milked around the hardness of his meat.
Sylvia couldn't stand waiting for him. She could feel the underside of his cock pressing directly against her clit, the hugeness of his dick filling her pussy completely. Hotly she humped her ass into him much faster, clawing the carpet with her fingernails.
"Start fucking me, Tom, start your fucking!" she cried. "Pump it in and out, fuck me with your dick!"
Tom slowly began to slip his bloated prick in and out of her cunt, spreading her pussy slit out with every thrust. His movements were relaxed and easy; it was as if he was saving himself for something else.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" Sylvia moaned. The frustration was mounting within her. Now that the blackmail was underway, now that she had given herself up to it, she at least wanted the good hard humping that men always gave her beautiful body.
"You don't have to be gentle with me! I just want to get fucked! Slam your dick up my cunt as hard as you can!"
Tom pulled his prick completely out of her hungry cunt tunnel, making Sylvia groan with disappointment. Then she felt his hands spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart, the spongy knob of his meat push into the forbidden ring of her asshole.
"How do you like that, baby?" Tom muttered cruelly. He thrust his dick head into her puckered asshole and lifted his body, savagely beginning to thrust it all the way down her brown hole. "I guess I'm going to fuck your little asshole for you instead."
"No! Oh God, nooooo!" Sylvia cried. She whimpered girlishly with fear and tried to pull away from him. "Your cock's too thick for that, you'll hurt me! I don't want you to fuck me up the ass! Ahhh noooooo ."
Tom giggled viciously and tightened his hands around Sylvia's soft white tits, squeezing them so hard that she momentarily forgot the rape of her ass. Grunting, he hammered his hips behind her, forcing the throbbing length of his hardon deeper and deeper into the rubbery sheath of her asshole.
"Unnngggghhhh . oh no, no!" Sylvia groaned. She fell motionless on the floor, helplessly giving herself up to the attack on her tight little ass. A strange sense of both pleasure and pain shot deep into her asshole. Already she could feel her tightly muscled ring stretched around his bloated tool as he crammed it into her. "You fucking bastard . don't fuck me like this . you're hurting meee! Ahhh God . unngggghhh ."
Tom delivered a last thrust of his hips, burying his burning prick ballsdeep in the hot grip of her asshole. Sylvia whimpered in submission and fell flat on the floor. Tom grunted as he began to work feverishly over her big tined naked body, rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of her ravaged, stretched ass.
Sylvia realized immediately that she was starting to enjoy it. Phil had long ago initiated her into the pleasures of having her asshole reamed out. She didn't like it, always resisted when a man tried to screw her that way, but sooner or later she always wound up getting as horny as he was.
Just like she was getting horny now. Sylvia could feel the shameless desire pumping into her asshole. The walls of her small hole were tugging around Tom's dick now, instinctively encouraging him to fuck her asshole harder. Sylvia blushed with shame and tried to keep herself from showing how turned on she was.
But she couldn't. Oh Jesus, why do I like getting fucked up the ass? she wondered embarrassedly. It does feel good now . Tom's prick is so huge . oh Christ, I can really feel it thrusting in my asshole. I'm getting so hot . I do want him to fuck my ass now, I really do . I can't help it . oh God .
Sylvia bit her lip and tried to restrain her depraved desires a minute longer. Then she found herself helplessly pumping her asscheeks into him, silently encouraging him to increase the intensity of his asshole fucking.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that, sooner or later," Tom muttered. He quickly began to fuck her ass much harder, sliding his cumoozing prick greasily through the sucking tunnel of her ass. "You're just a slut. All little sluts like getting their asshole's fucked, don't they?"
"Awwww, fffuck meeee, fuck me harrrdddd," Sylvia stammered. Furiously she humped back into him, whimpering and squealing and clawing animalishly at the floor. "It does feel good, you're right! Do it harder! Ahhhh Jesus, I love the way your big dick feels up my ass!"
"Sheeeit," Tom muttered contemptuously. He dropped his hands to her lithe hips and held them firmly, wanting her in position for the intensity of his asshole rape. Then he began to hammer his pulsing meat fast and hard through the clinging, milking lips of her hole, his heavy balls making wet slapping sounds against her cheeks as he drove his tool into her.
Sylvia hadn't been so horny in a week. The cum was oozing freely from the fat knob of Tom's prick now, coating the insides of her asshole freely with his running jism. What little pain she had felt there had disappeared completely, replaced by a hot insistent throbbing that seemed to course completely through her loins.
I'm gonna cum, Sylvia thought. My asshole's so hot and moist . oh shit, the way his dicks going into me now, all the way up . slamming my cunt on the floor every time he feeds it to me . feeding me his dick . feeding me his big stiff creamfilled prick .
"I'm gonna pop my rocks, Sylvia," Tom grunted hoarsely. "You got the tightest little asshole I've ever fucked. Ahhh shit, my cock's so hard! I'm gonna blow my wad right up your hole!"
"Keep fucking me, keep up your fucking!" Sylvia shrieked. Shamelessly she pushed her fingers through the fleecy curls of her cunt mound and began to fingerfuck her teeming pussy, darting them in and out of her slippery pink cunt. "Unnnnh! Oh Tom, oh shit, I'm gonna cum too! Nhuuuuuunnnnhhhh fuck me, fuck my asshole, hard ."
Tom gasped and thrust his bloated hardon all the way into her puckering ass ring. Immediately the jism started pouring and spewing out of his fleshy purple knob.
Sylvia felt the cum burning into her asshole. It seemed to squirt endlessly out of Tom's balls, spurting in one white gusher after another from his twitching cum slit.
Sylvia whimpered anxiously and lifted her ass into him, working her anal muscles to milk the last traces of jism from the sac of his exploding nuts. Then a flood of juice poured out of her pussy, and as her clit tingled lasciviously she knew she was cumming too.
"Unngggghhh! Cumming now, I'm cumming!" she moaned. "Oh . oh Tom, I can't stand it, I'm about to . nhuuuuunhh! Ahhhhh Ahhhhh fuck me!"
Sylvia shrieked and grunted and whined, jerking wildly on the floor as her cum shot through her loins. When it finally subsided Tom pulled his softening organ out of her ravaged asshole and stood up behind her.
It took Sylvia a long time before she had recovered enough to look at him. By that time Tom was already half into his clothes, buttoning his shirt and staring down at her with a contemptuous, knowing smile.
"I guess you get to live with your Daddy, Sylvia," he said softly. "A brawling, drunken machinist who can hardly support himself, let alone his daughter. God only knows, you've earned his company."
Sylvia said nothing. She shut her eyes and smiled dreamily, in no particular hurry to clothe her nakedness, in no particular hurry to do anything. What Tom said or thought was fine with her. She wasn't going to see him again; she wasn't going to see her home town ever again. All she wanted now was to live with her long lost father and forget everything else.