Chapter 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she believed them.

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

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

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

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

"Get them britches off!" Alfred demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ouch!" she cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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