Old Harry scores some young snatch, but he is rudely interupted in the act and finds that he must share his prize. Meanwhile at Randy's Roadhouse, Katie is infuriated to discover that she must share her earnings with her pimp, Zeke.
Note from Art: This will be seven chapter series. Hope you enjoy.
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“Yeah, I got some great video on my hard-drive,” said Zeke to his buddy Lenny as the stoned girl continued to mouth Zeke’s spent cock. “That camera setup ya gave me works great. With the dual processors and dual hard drives, I can record and watch at the same time.”
Lenny put down the camcorder. “Got some good stuff?”
“Yeah, you’ll see. Katie’s girl, Wendy. Do’n her on the table.”
“Kinda young ain’t she?”
”Yeah, but I figger ya could sell it to that Russian fellow.”
“Sure. When can I see it?”
“We could go get it tonight. Maybe we’ll have a little fun too.”
“I ain’t going nowhere, man. Had too much smoke. Don’t need another DUI.”
“Yeah, I’m a bit fucked up too. Hell, we’ll get it tomorrow after Katie’s gone to work. Bring your camcorder. Maybe Wendy wants to be a star. Yeah, dumb little cunt… she’d fall for that.”
“I don’t know man. Friggin’ jailbait, that could get us into some serious trouble.
“Here Zeke, you shoot.
“C’mon honey, how ‘bout some butt-hole action?” Zeke took the camcorder from his buddy as the stoned girl let Zeke’s dick slip from her mouth before rolling onto all fours. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks apart.
“Ain’t she pretty?”
“Face ain’t much,” mused Zeke as Lenny wormed his big toe into her loose rectal portal, “but she definitely has other good qualities.”
Wendy winced as Harry drove his rough, calloused finger past the remains of her ripped hymen.
“Kinda sore? Cherry’s gone. Well, dat settles dat, ya ain’t a virgin.”
Wendy winced again as Harry rubbed across the still sore tissue.
“Still a lil’bit sore there, are ya? Fucked ya, didn’t he?” Wendy nodded. “Liked it?” Wendy nodded. “Well, jest relax, Kitten. Ole Harry’ll make dat sore pussy feel right good... There, is dat better?”
Harry was right, the more he rubbed it the better it felt and she answered, “Uh-huh.”
“Ohhhh,” she whimpered as Harry buried his thumb into the upper reaches of her labial folds. Pressing on her clit with his thumb, he continued fingering her vagina, moving with ease inside her hungry ravine.
A raging fire in her young belly quickly followed the first barely perceptible warm glow preceding her orgasm. The gentle punching of her hips into his pleasuring hand, was soon replaced by a wild bucking as the lustful pleasure took control. As the shockwave of sexual bliss surged through her young body, juices flowed freely from her pussy around Harry’s finger, dripping onto the soiled mattress.
Wendy pulled away from him, rolling up into a ball to protect herself from further stimulation, quaking as the final orgasmic surges wracked her body.
“Yur a hot lil’cunt,” remarked Harry with a lecherous grin. Licking his soaked fingers he added, “Tasty lil’cunt too.” Leaning forward, he licked the wet, sweet juices of her pleasure from her thighs and buttocks.
Several minutes later, once the orgasmic high had ebbed and she had somewhat regained her senses, she rolled away once the licking started up her butt crack.
“Ah outta fuck ya, ya know. But Ah don’t fuck lil’girls, not unless they wants to be fucked. How ‘bout it, sugga? Ya wanna fuck ole Harry?” Wendy nodded in the affirmative. Harry rolled on to his back jacking his dick fully erect. “Ah still won’t fuck ya, jest it ain’t right, with a young girl like you… Hell, yur just a kid… but ya can fuck me if ya wanna.”
Wendy crawled on top of the older man. Harry put his hands behind his head. “Ya want it? Put it in.” The girl adjusted her position, straddling his hairy torso, reaching between her legs and grasping his ready penis. Positioning his cockhead to her wetly throbbing vaginal slit, her softly yielding lips parted, bulging to accommodate his seeping glans in the maw of her still pulsating orifice.
Harry groaned salaciously, savoring the feel of his bare cock sliding into her tight cuntal depths while she slowly sank down on his gnarly prick. Her hips began moving, driving his cock in and out of her welcoming cunt. It felt so nice, so wonderful, so comfortable, not at all like the stuffing she felt with Zeke’s much bigger cock. Looking down into the weathered face of the older man she had always loathed, she saw not a lecher, but a lover, a lover with a nice cock that filled her just right. Wendy’s hips were moving ever faster, driving the old man’s cock in and out at an increasingly urgent pace.
“Ya like fuckin’, don’t ya?... Dat’s it lil’girl, show me what ya like… Ya gots a nice tight pussy, tighter than yur mama’s… Ah’ll tell ya when Ah’m a cumming, so ya can pull off… Ah don’t wants ta cum in yur pussy and put ya in family way, understand. Yeah, dat’s it, fuck me girl, fuck ole Harry’s dick… Fuck me good girl, ‘cause me and you, we’re gonna fuck like hellcats from here on out… Oh, fuck girl, better get ready, cause Ah’m ‘bout to cum… Getting’ close… Getting’ close… If ya don’t wanna get knocked up, ya better…Shit, ya better get …”
The door of the trailer flew open. Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Wendy planted Harry’s dick deep in her pussy just as it swelled and began to pulsate.
“…Offfff! Ohhhhhhh fuuuucccck! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhh, shit girl! Ahhhhhh!”
Kenny froze at the salacious sight of his old friend and buddy jerking under the wide-eyed naked girl.
“Hot damn!” Kenny hissed sizing up the situation. “Ya been holding out on me, you old bastard! How long’ve ya been fuckin’ her?”
All Harry could answer at the moment was “Aw, shit! Ah, shit!” as he struggled to catch his breath. “Oh, fuck me! Give me a fuckin’ heart attack, will ya! Ah thought ya was her mama!”
Harry reached up and moved the girl off of him. Once his departing dick uncorked her, a trail cum streamed from her distended cuntal lips.
“Ya didn’t get off girl! Ah planted my seed in ya! Fuck, Ah told ya ta get off!”
“It’s no big deal,” she pouted while futilely trying to hide her nakedness from the hungry gaze of the trailer park owner. “I’m about to start my period. Girls are safe a few days before they menstruate.”
“Who told ya dat?”
“Sara asked her mom and her mom told her.”
“Sara’s mom? Dat dumb bitch?”
“She’s not a bitch,” answered Wendy defensively.
“Okay, but she’s dumber than hell,” interjected Kenny.
“Speakin’ of dumb, what in hell are ya doing, Harry? Didn’t ya think to use a rubber?”
“Ah weren’t figurin’ to get laid when Ah come over. Ah was jest checking up on her.”
Kenny nervously brushed his mustache with his right hand pondering the situation for a moment. “We don’t need ya getting’ pregnant, Wendy. Tell ya what, I’d better douche ya, just to be safe. Ya mama got any beer?”
“Yeah, in the fridge.”
Kenny retrieved a Budweiser longneck. Popping the top he took a swig. “Better come get on the table.” Wendy hesitated, unsure of what she should do. “Damn it girl! I said get on the table! We gotta be quick ‘bout this.”
Wendy slid off the sofa bed and cautiously approached the grinning man. She sensed that he was up to no good, but what choice did she have?
“Sit up on the edge.”
Kenny looked over at Harry who was now sitting up on the sofa bed to watch what Kenny was about to do. “For Christ’s sake, Harry, get your ass up and lock the fuckin’ door!”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
Naked, Harry padded over to the flimsy metal door and locked it. “Say, what’re ya doin’ here, Kenny?”
“Came to see ‘bout my rent.”
“Katie’s behind again?”
“No, Katie’s okay. Zeke paid it. I was looking for you.”
“Oh… sorry. Ah forgot.” Harry fell silent, letting Kenny return his attention to the young naked girl.
Kenny smiled at her and instructed, “Now lie back on the table. That’s it. Can’t do this with your legs closed, so…” Wendy opened her legs to his gaze. Averting her eyes from his, she looked between her legs and saw the big bulge in Kenny’s pants that he was stroking with his free hand.
Kenny took another swig of beer, resting his other hand on her bare leg. Slowly his hand moved up her leg, across her stomach and over the slight swell off her tits. “Nice nipples,” he said as rolled the elongated flesh between his fingers.
Watching her reaction he observed, “Just like your mama.” Releasing her stiff nip, his fingers lightly trailed down to her wet muff. Gently caressing her nearly bald vulva, he was pleased to see her widen her legs. His fingers slithered into her cum sodden sluice and scooped up a portion of Harry semen. Then he massaged the jiz into her budding tits.
His stroking hand relaxed her and Wendy smiled up at him, pleased that he was helping her tits to get bigger. But that wasn’t the only thing that pleased her. The touch of his hand was much softer than either Harry’s or Zeke’s hands as Kenny spent most of his days working at his computer, managing his trailer park and surfing the web for pornography rather than earning a living using his hands like Harry and Zeke did everyday.
Kenny unsnapped his western shirt, took another swig and then placed the lip of the beer bottle to her pussy. At the contact of the cold glass to her sensitive flesh, she jerked and snapped her legs together, protesting “That’s cold!”
“Sorry, Baby, I know it’s cold, but we gotta do this. Now, open up.”
Reluctantly she spread open her legs again.
“Ya better help me and hold her down,” he said to Harry. Harry stepped to the far side of the small dinette table and leaned over to grip her torso and hold her down. Kenny winked at Harry, removing his shirt before reaching down and spreading her bald pussy lips apart. Then he placed the lip of the beer bottle at the gaping channel of her vagina. She winced as he pushed the tip of the bottle into her. Kenny paused momentary before tilting the bottle upright.
The shock of the cold rush of carbonated liquid into her hot pussy caused her to scream, but she was helpless as Harry firmly held her down and Kenny’s body physically prevented her from closing her legs. Kenny pulled the bottle from her snatch and a rush of beer and spermy fluid gushed out onto the vinyl floor.
Kenny took another swig while waiting for the flow from her pussy to ebb to a mere drip. Kenny spread her pussy lips apart again and reinserted the beer bottle. Again she jerked, but didn’t scream as her numbed pussy was flushed again with cold beer. Before removing the now empty bottle, Kenny tilted it down, so that the beer douche ran back into the bottle rather than spilling onto the floor. After recovering most of the liquid, Kenny pulled it from her pussy.
Wendy jerked again as a dribble of cold beer splashed onto her navel. Harry slurped the beer douche from her tummy. The warm mouth felt very soothing to her chilled skin. Harry stopped licking and sucking on her skin. Moments later, she felt the cold splash of beer on her belly again. While Harry was cleaning her up, Kenny downed the remainder of the beer douche, kicked off his worn cowboy boots and unbuckled his belt.
Through a swirling fog of mingled pleasure and pain, Katie felt Lil’John’s cock pulsating in her stretched out pussy, sending her to yet another orgasmic crest.
Sated, Lil’John allowed the whore’s abused teat to slip from his snaggletoothed mouth. With a nod, he signaled his brother that he was ready to go; after all it was now near ten and they both had to get up early for work. While he waited for his cock to slip from her throbbing pussy, his brother studied the tab. Scowling, Hoss brushed off the waitress and went to the bar to settle with his cousin, paying a total of $70.00 for six beers and two lap dances. The bill settled, Hoss signaled his bother, who abruptly standing, dropped Katie ungracefully onto the floor.
The shock of impact and the cold embrace of the sticky cement floor quickly jarred Katie back to her senses. Sprawled out on her back, cum oozing from her grossly distended labia, she looked about, seeing only the ceiling and the laughing faces of nearby patrons.
Her pussy throbbed and ached, begging for the emptiness she now yearned to be filled. Her once grossly dilated labia, now relieved of pressure, quickly engorged with blood, swelling appreciably between her legs. Slowly she struggled to her feet, gathered her dress and wobbled off to the ladies room to get cleaned up.
With his fingers, Kenny once again spread the young girl’s pussy open. Instead of cold glass, Wendy felt a cool breeze chilling her exposed clit, causing her to squirm on the table. Squirming under the new assault, she punched up her hips as Kenny’s warm mouth engulfed her sex, moaning in pleasure at the abrupt yet comforting change in temperature.
Harry had climbed up on the table and was rubbing the seeping tip of his reinvigorated cock over her lips. Like a hungry baby bird, she opened up, allowing him to drive his cock into her mouth.
Kenny sloppily laved over her pubescent pussy, probing her trembling slit, tonguing deeply into her flexing honey hole, licking and sucking her aroused pearl while Harry enthusiastically fucked her throat. Each time the cock head struck the back of her throat, she gagged a little, but each time she gagged less and less, until his cock slid in and out of her throat with ease. All the while the tongue lashing of her youthful cunt caused her to shake and flail her legs, inducing massive tremors of blissful joy that swept through her body like the rushing waves at a stormy seashore.
Standing upright, his face covered in the girl’s juices, Kenny pulled off his pressed jeans and tightie-whities until he wore only his white socks and straw Stetson hat. “Harry, go look in her mama’s bed stand for some rubbers. Time this girl got some serious lovin’.”
Harry dismounted the girl’s face and went on his assigned task. Kenny studied the lust-crazed girl while jacking his pud for action. Moments later Harry returned with a handful of condoms of various types and styles. Kenny picked one, opened the foil packet and rolled it over his stiff cock. He was raking his cock head along her slit when he noticed the band-aid on her upper arm near her armpit.
“Hey, honey, what’s this?” he asked probing the incision with a finger.
“That? That’s where the doctor put my birth control,” she answered.
“Birth control? Your mama put ya on birth control? Hot damn, Harry! This little slut’s mama’s already equipped her for bareback ridin’!” With that he ripped the rubber off his dick and put the bare head to her unprotected cunt.
“No! Doctor Tubbs said not until I started my… Oohhhhhhh!”
Business at Randy’s Roadhouse stayed slow after ten o’clock. Katie got in a few more lap dances before eleven, getting her pussy fingered by nearly each one. One guy, who had watched Hoss and Lil’John, whipped out his peter for her to sit on. When she refused, he got ugly, slapping her across the face. Randy intervened quickly, but rather than tossing the guy out, negotiated a deal with him and sent her off to the back room for a cut rate screw.
Kenny’s cell phone rang while he was watching Harry having yet another go at Wendy as she lay on the table. Harry grunted as he came for the forth time in four hours, something he hadn’t managed to do in years.
“Yeah?… I’m with Harry… Havin’ a beer… I’ll be home soon… I said, I’ll be home... When I’m damned good and ready!” Kenny flipped the keypad cover closed. “Pushy bitch!” Then looking at the clock he realized it was later than he thought.
“Harry, it’s gettin’ late and I’m done fucked out!”
Walking up to girl, he fingered her swollen seeping pussy for a moment before he said, “You’re a lot of fun, Wendy, just like your mama. We’ll have to do this again… soon. You and Harry can screw all night if ya want, but I gotta get home.” Bending forward, he kissed her young pussy goodnight, then gathered his clothes.
As typical for a Thursday night, Randy’s Roadhouse was empty of customers, except for two die-hards, long before the 2 AM closing. All the girls, but Katie and the waitress had filtered out. Katie would have left too, but she wanted to get paid before she went home. Randy called out, “Last call for alcohol… motel time!” The two die-hards paid their tab and Randy closed up for the evening sending the lone waitress on her way after she had wiped down the tables.
Katie stood about the bar, waiting for Randy to acknowledge her presence. Finally he look at her and asked, “You still here?”
“I need to get paid.”
“Paid? Your pimp will pay you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I pay your pimp and he pays you.”
“That’s not what you did last night!”
“I know. I screwed up last night. I shouldn’t have paid you directly. Zeke set me straight on that earlier this afternoon. Look, I don’t want any trouble with you or him.”
“I want my money!”
“Zeke will pay you.”
“To hell with Zeke! I work here! You pay me!”
“Now, now, don’t get your feathers ruffled or I might have to smack you! Listen up, bitch, this is how it works. You work for Zeke. I contracted with Zeke for a whore… that’s you. I keep tabs of what you do and I pay him; he pays you.”
“That’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair? It’s business, business between two businessmen. You work for him, not for me, at least not directly. Understand? Now, you take care of your business and you’ll make a lot of dough, especially tomorrow and Saturday nights after payday. Now, go on home to your family and get a good nights’ rest; you’ll need it for tomorrow.”
“When do you pay Zeke?”
“I pay pimps on Sunday, after church lets out.”
“Sunday? Oh damn it! I need the money now.”
“Get it from Zeke.”
Randy walked the dejected Katie to her car in the dark parking lot, leaving Leroy to finish closing up. She sat for several minutes sobbing as Randy drove away. Regaining her composure, she tried to start her car. Fruitlessly, the engine turned over and over, occasionally coughing, but failing to start. Again and again she tried, until the battery was dead. “Oh, bloody hell!” she cried, then burst into another flood of tears.
She was still sobbing when someone rapped on the driver-side window. “You okay, Katie?” asked Leroy.
“Damned car won’t start!” she sobbed. “Could you give me a lift?”
“Sure, c’mon ‘ho. Ole Leroy to da rescue!”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
Leroy simply answered, “Yes’um.”
Katie was explaining how to get to her trailer when Leroy missed the turn. “You missed the turn.”
“Gots to do ‘sumptin’ furst. Take only a minute or three,” he laughed. Five minutes later, Leroy pulled into a decrepit honky-tonk. “C’mon ‘ho. Let’s get a drink… on me.”
Having no real choice in the matter, Katie followed Leroy into the smoke filled bar, still open after the official closing hour. Katie looked around at the dozen or so black men playing pool or simply chatting while drinking beer.
“Whatz up, Leroy?!” called the black bar keep.
“Better lock da doors, Bugs. Ah gots us sum white pussy fer t’night!”
Harry woke with a start. Looking at the clock he exclaimed, “Oh shit! Katie’ll be home soon!” Rolling off the mattress of the sofa bed, he woke Wendy up.
“Where are you going?”
“Yer mama be home soon. I gotta git! C’mon, ya gotta go to bed, can’t let yer mama find ya lying around neked covered in sperm. She might think ‘sumptin’ was amiss.”
Harry found his boxer shorts on the floor along with one old sneaker. Wendy rose from the mattress covered with pecker tracts both old and new. Harry quickly folded up the sofa-bed and haphazardly threw the coverlet over the tattered cushions.
Without so much as saying goodnight or thank you, Harry peeked out the door and seeing the coast clear, hobbled barefoot across the gravel to his trailer. Through a grimy window, Wendy watched her older neighbor disappear into his unkempt quarters. Leaving the porch light on for her mama, Wendy headed straight for her bed.
It was just breaking dawn when Leroy pulled up to Katie’s trailer.
“Man, whatta dump!” he exclaimed.
“It’s home,” she said defensively. “Best I can do.”
“Anytime yo needs a ride home, be glad ta help.”
“I’m sure you will!” she snapped.
“Don’t git huffy wid me, bitch, lessen yo wants me go in there’n do ya while yo kid watches.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied flippantly as she opened the door. “Look, thanks for ride. See you tonight.”
“Ah’m a gittin’ hard jus’ thinkin’ of it, ho!”
To be continued...
In Chapter 5, Kenny comes to to collect the rent from Katie and old Harry makes good on his promise, but feels put upon when Wendy invites her friend Sara along.
This will be a seven chapter series.
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