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   The Crenshaw Cunts

   By: Phil Phantom

   The Crenshaws moved into a neighborhood such as they had never lived in
before, one more step down a spiraling staircase of failures and setbacks,
but Grandy Grove subdivision was the pit at the bottom - had to be.  Grandy
Grove was no place to move a beautiful wife and three lovely daughters. 
Grandy Grove was no place for a female anything, because anything female
was at the mercy of scores of horny male losers.  Grandy Grove seemed to be
the place they ended up, all shacking up in rental shacks, drinking beer,
pissing where they please, and wishing there was some decent pussy in
weave-walking distance.  There were plenty of junkie cars and old pickup
trucks, but none seemed to work.  There was pussy, too, but nothing decent
until the Crenshaw cunts moved in.  That news spread through Loserville
like news of an overturned beer truck.

   The depressed Crenshaws quickly had more loser help helping to move them
in than they could handle, but the help was more interested in handling
Crenshaws, or keeping one distracted while others handled Crenshaws.  With
all that help, a simple three-hour task took all day and half the night,
and still everything was in boxes and the beds weren't put together.

   Three virgins and a one non-virgin became four non-virgins in every hole
before darkness set in.  Herman Crenshaw wasn't aware because he was taken
away around noon to meet some of the riff raff.  By nightfall, he was drunk
and passed out in puke three shacks down.  Rose was left to fend for
herself and defend her daughters' modesty and virtue all by herself.  She
didn't do too well.  Long before nightfall, not a single Crenshaw had a
single stitch on, and it was every cunt for herself.

   The girls were sixteen, fourteen, and twelve.  They were somewhat
toughened by eight months of living in rough places that kept getting
rougher with each move, and they kept moving thinking that the next place
had to be better or as bad but cheaper.  They experienced crude, rude
neighbors and filth written all over the place.  Exposure to vulgar
assholes will toughen a girl and a mother.  Both will soon see the hymen as
a luxury and the loss of one as the cost of living the low life.  The
virgins had all escaped with near misses, and they all did what they had do
to prevent or delay the loss.  Fortunes can turn and a hymen can again have
value and be relatively secure, saved as a gift to someone special.  Eight
months of wallowing among the trash of society did prepare them for Grandy
Grove, but in Grandy Grove, the cost of living was high and had to be paid
in full up front.  Precious but tenuous hymens went one by one - bang,
bang, bang, and gang bang.

   Herman being present may have made no difference, but he wasn't, seemed
to know what would happen, and didn't want to see it.  Drowning his sorrows
was more important.  Rose didn't blame him, and their misfortunes weren't
his fault.  He was a good man who tried his best, worked hard, and never
complained.  He had always been a good provider, a devoted father, and
loving husband, but life was taking a dump on him and that shit was getting
him down.  Rose felt so helpless and useless throughout their crises, and
was useless since she had never worked a day in her life and had no
marketable job skills or experience.

   Three months before the move to Grandy Grove, Rose decided she had to do
something, so she accepted one of the many offers to do something she
didn't think she could ever do, and she got ten bucks for doing it.  She
found out that she could do something to help out.  Eventually Herman found
out, but he was bound to sooner or later.  With his luck running the way it
was, that day had to be the day he wrecked his pickup truck when a black
bitch cut him off, got mugged by three black teenagers, and had his
endorsed paycheck stolen.  Walking into his bedroom and seeing his wife
fucking a skinny old black man with his three girls in the next room
listening because the TV was broken and they were afraid to play
outside...well, that was the sort of day he was having, so he turned
around, walked to a liqueur store, bought a forty, sat on a rock, and got
drunk.

   He had many more days like that, but Rose was helping.  They needed the
money that badly, but what bothered him was how eager she was to help, and
the girls being exposed to all that eager help, which wasn't all that much
help since she charged so little for her services.  With handjobs at two
dollars, blowjobs at five, and fucks going for ten, dirty sex was dirt
cheap, but since much of that was given on credit to shitheads who couldn't
get credit from a fruit vender, the real help was mostly help on worthless
paper.  Rose kept an accurate accounting as though that was money in the
bank.  With her, an entry in her ledger was as good as cash in hand, and
Hardluck Herman couldn't drink ledger entries.

   The cash did help, and Herman didn't drink it all, but they still needed
a cheaper place.  When they moved to Grandy Grove, Rose was a seasoned
whore and proud of herself because they had three-thousand, eight-hundred,
and twenty-two owed them.  Herman took her ledger and threw it as far as he
could, then turned to her with the girls gathered around and said, "Let's
wipe out all debts and just consider all that sex as samples, practice,
and, what the hell, let's call some of it cheating."

   Rose shrugged and said, "If that's what you want to do, but I didn't
need any practice, and I don't give samples, so why don't we call it all
cheating."

   "We will."

   "Fine, then that was what it was.  Do you mind if I keep my cheating
ledger as a souvenir?  Who knows, that cheating ledger could be useful to
you in a divorce.  A sympathetic judge might let you keep everything.  Just
think, all of this trash could be all yours, Herman."

   "Good idea.  Go get your fucking fuck ledger.  Better yet, why not have
the girls find it for you."

   "I'll find it myself, asshole."

   That was when help arrived.  They brought the fucking fuck ledger with
them and were soon treating her like a generous whore - the daughters, too.
Rose got to where she could step around a daughter getting fucked in the
ass without giving it much thought.  The oldest daughter, Gail, seemed to
like just about anything except a stinky cock in the mouth.  The middle
daughter, Rachel, liked getting fucked in the pussy.  The most popular, a
real cutie, little Debby, loved all the attention.  They pretty much kept
that Crenshaw airtight.  She was no help at all bringing trash in from the
truck.  Gail and Rachel were some help, but if either bent over, that was
the end of that help for a while.

   The best way to get anything accomplished with all those horny men
around was to see that they weren't horny.  A spent man might lend a hand,
and a fucking man was at least out of the fucking way.  In that regard,
Debby was a great help.  Her ability to occupy them and drain them seemed
inexhaustible.  She was still going strong as darkness set in.  She had
most of the men in the back bedroom with her, with spent ones out helping
until they were up to getting more.  The kid was a real trooper.  Rose
checked on her often.  What she often saw was a real trooper.  The guys
were pretty decent, pretty nasty, terribly vulgar, and awfully perverted,
but they were being nice to the Crenshaw cunts, and to the little one
especially.  They were more like a bunch of perverted uncles than a bunch
of low-life, loser, deadbeat, child molesters.

   Whatever they were, Grandy Grove was infested with them.  All day long,
they were coming and going.  Rose met them all at one time or another, and
being the compulsive counter that she was, she counted thirty-three
different ones before she fell asleep on a bare mattress with a drunk one
in her ass.  She wasn't good with names, but she never forgot a dick.  Many
of them looked alike, but she could tell them apart by their dicks.  Grandy
Grove had quite a cock crop, and she had only handled half by her
estimation.  In actuality, she had only handled one quarter because the
lowlifes of her section were trying to keep the Crenshaw bonanza a secret,
just as they would an overturned beer truck.  If the others didn't see it
and couldn't smell it, fuck 'em.

   Herman stumbled back early the following morning and entered a scene out
of husband and father hell.  Naked drunks were lying with naked, cum
encrusted daughters.  Some asshole was fucking his wife while she tried to
get more sleep.  He went in search of his little princess and found her
riding a big black buck while sucking another one.  The room he found her
in was full of the fuckers, but only two were up.  The one being sucked up
smiled and waved.

   Herman didn't need that and had a headache that was killing him, plus he
had to piss real bad.  There was a fat naked drunk asleep on his toilet, so
he pissed in the tub and another one shot up and cried, "What the fuck are
you doing!  Can't you see I'm fuckin' sleepin' here!"

   "Sorry, I was looking at him."

   "Yeah, well look where you piss.  Better yet, go piss where you're
looking.  He's a fucking asshole."

   They were all fucking assholes, but Herman felt like one of them.  He
finished pissing in the sink after making sure no one was in there.  When
he came out, he returned to the living room to find Rachel sitting up and
examining her cunt.  She had a nice cunt - a well fucked cunt, and he never
dreamed he'd ever see the one on shy Rachel - fucked or otherwise.  She
knew there was a man staring at her fucked cunt along with her, but she
didn't think he was her dad.  She knew it was him when he said, "Did you
lose something?"

   That familiar voice made her cover her cunt and look up.  She said, "My
cherry.  If you're looking for Mom, she was in that room last time I saw
her."

   "I saw her in that room just a few minutes ago.  She's in there chalking
up another entry for her log book."

   Rachel thought acting shy was silly after what he walked in on, so she
placed her arms behind her for support, settled back, and didn't bother
closing her legs as she said, "You wouldn't really divorce her, would you?
This isn't like Cedar Villa apartments.  She has no choice."

   She seemed to have all the modesty fucked out of her and didn't mind him
staring, so he stared as he said, "She knows I would never divorce her.  If
I would stick by her after the way she behaved at Cedar Villa, I'm sure not
going to leave now that she is in a place where she has no choice.  I can
see she has no choice, and she knows we're stuck here until I get a break."

   "None of us have a choice, and we're all stuck here."

   "Yes, I can see that.  Can you accept living like this?"

   "What choice do I have?"

   "But can you accept not having a choice like your mom can?"

   "If she can, I can.  I know Debby can.  Have you been to see her?  She's
in that back bedroom."

   "Been there."

   "See anything interesting?"

   "Oh yes.  I see she accepts this better than her mother does, but let's
talk about you, Rachel.  I'm interested in how well you can accept this. 
From all I can see, you seem to be accepting this very well.  You are at
least over all shyness.  You used to be very shy."

   Rachel smiled and made the biggest beaver she could make while saying,
"No more shyness.  Is that a good sign?"

   He smiled at that great beaver and said, "It's a great sight.  I hope
that's a good sign.  The way things are going, I think you'll be here a
while."

   "Daddy, if you want to fuck me, go ahead.  One more won't matter, and I
can see you do unless that lump is a fat bankroll you're carrying around in
your pants."

   While fishing it out and going to his knees, he said, "This ain't no
bankroll, and that's the best offer I've had all year.  Don't mind if I
do."

   With that, he became part of the problem.  That felt so good, he lost
all desire to be a party to any solution.  Rose saw that when she came out
and saw that.  Getting them out of that place would all fall on her small
shoulders.  She looked around her and saw what needed to be done.  Like a
Marine Drill Sergeant, she began rousting assholes up and moving them out.
She used a broom.  Herman was the last to go.  He was also last to cum. 
When he finished, he got rousted along with all the other riff raff.  At
least, she let him finish.

   Rose gathered her little whores together for a family meeting, which
Debby could hardly stay awake for.  She had been up all night and the lack
of sleep was finally hitting her hard.  Since she was sure to go along with
anything, Rose put her to bed and tucked the little trooper in.  Before
leaving the sleeping little angel, Rose untucked her and parted her legs,
gazed on that sight, and went, "Damn!  What a cunt!"

   Since no one was looking, she kissed it.  Still, no one was looking, so
she kissed it again.  She started to re-tuck it, but thought, "Fuck it, one
more couldn't hurt." She got down on her belly and pressed those little
legs flat to each side and gave that nasty clam a good French one this
time. She had her face full in it, chowing down on a delicious little whore
when she heard from the door, "MOTHER!"

   That ended that meal in a hurry.  Damn!  Why did it have to be Gail? 
Shit!

   Rose tucked and returned to the girls who were discussing cunt sucking.
Rose didn't want to join that discussion, so she took the floor from Gail
and said, "The way I see it, the only way we are ever going to get out of
here is to screw our way out and not do anything on credit, or give
anything away for free.  I can't do this alone or make any money with you
three giving it away.  I insist you stop giving it away, and I will see
that they stop taking it.  They all got samples, but the free samples are
over.  Whether or not you help is up to each of you, but the more whores we
have the faster we'll have enough to move out and move up.  I don't know
about you girls, but I want back in Cloverdale Heights with enough money in
savings to see me through some sort of vocational training so that we won't
ever find ourselves in a predicament like this again.  What are your
thoughts?  Gail?"

   "What does pussy taste like?"

   Rose gave Gail a dirty look, then looked to Rachel, saying, "Your
thoughts, Rachel?"

   "I think pussy tastes like fish.  Does it?"

   Rose looked around the room in frustration, then to the smiling girls,
then slowly cracked a smile and said, "No, pussy is rather like chicken,
and your sister's pussy is like chicken smothered in semen.  Not bad, now
can we discuss what I want to discuss?"

   Gail said, "I wonder what my pussy would taste like.  I wonder what that
would feel like.  No one has ever kissed my pussy."

   Rachel said, "I got mine licked and sucked on last night, but I've never
had a beautiful woman kiss my pussy.  I sure would like to know what that
feels like."

   Rose sat drumming her fingers on the table while listening to this
bullshit.  Gail said to Rachel, "I guess we'll just have to ask Mom's
favorite daughter what that feels like."

   Rachel said, "I guess.  Mom would never eat out our nasty old cunts like
that."

   Rose stopped drumming and looked from one smiling daughter to another
before addressing both with, "Very funny.  I know you are teasing me, but I
have always been curious, and there she was, dead to the world, just lying
there, looking so adorable, so I tried it.  I'm not curious anymore."

   Gail placed a hand on her mother's hand and said, "Now, Mom, you could
not have done that enough to satisfy your curiosity.  Now, you go back in
there and get satisfied.  After you get satisfied, if you come back out and
tell us you are satisfied and don't ever want to do that again, we'll let
it go at that.  You tried it, satisfied your curiosity, and don't care for
it."

   Rachel added, "But if you come back licking your chops and saying how
good that was, and how you can't wait to do that again, what you do for
one, you should do for all."

   Gail took over again, saying, "Exactly.  Fair is fair.  No fair playing
favorites.  Now you march right back in there and eat that adorable sexy
pussy.  Eat your fill."

   Rachel said, "March!  Eat!  Return, and report.  We'll have our cunts
ready just in case you like eating pussy."

   Rose could see that they were serious.  Truth was, she didn't get
enough. Rose thought about the report she'd make after getting enough. 
There were two more delicious cunts, eager to serve as a meal.  Very eager.
She gave it more thought, then stood and said, "Wait here, and I mean wait
right here.  If you don't, I'll lie and say I hated it.  Wait!"

   They were all smiles and beavers as Rose went away.  They were still
smiles and beavers when she returned.  She went to kneel before Gail's
beaver first, saving the best for last.  She placed both hands against the
inner thighs, pressed out, and said, "I love eating pussy."

   She obviously did, and after she did Rachel, she again took her seat and
said, "Now that we have that out of the way, can I get your thoughts on my
proposal?  Gail, your thoughts?"

   "Count me in."

   "Great!  Rachel?"

   "I'm in if you'll keep eating pussy like that."

   "I will, so we're all in agreement.  We're whores, and we don't extend
credit or give anything away."

   Rachel said, "What about Dad?"

   "You would ask."

   "He's a good man who is down on his luck.  He's not a bad fuck, either.
Can we at least extend credit to him?"

   "I suppose, but after we get back to the Heights, and after I give up
the business, you girls have to give it up, too.  I can't compete with any
of you.  If he is all I have, I'm not sharing, and I refuse to compete."

   Rachel said, "Just don't refuse to eat, and I'll leave him alone."

   Rose smiled and said, "You drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal. 
Same deal goes for you, Gail.  Debby will get the same.  Now, lets make
some damn money before they piss it all away on beer and smokes.  That's
our competition, beer and cigarettes.  If they are having sex, they aren't
drinking or smoking.  Let's see if we can stamp out bad habits."

   Gail shouted, "Up with skirts!"

   Rachel joined in, "Down with pants!"

   They stood together and merged hands in the middle with Rose saying, "If
we can't lick 'em, fuck 'em!"

   [Ten months and eight abortions later after moving into a new house in
Cloverdale Heights]

   The Crenshaw whores were exhausted after getting all their stuff moved
in, unpacked, put away, and set-up.  They acquired a lot of stuff while
working Grandy Grove, so much that the shack couldn't hold it all, and much
of it had to go into storage, but they wanted everything they would need to
be bought and paid for with ten grand left over after putting twenty grand
down on the house.  They could have gotten out months sooner, but business
was booming and no one was tired.  Now, they were tired, all seated at the
new table they had never been seated at before but had owned for six
months.

   Rose was so proud of her girls.  They were all little troopers, great
little whores who became as nasty and perverted, as sick and degenerate as
the clientele they served.  There wasn't anything any of them wouldn't do
for a few extra bucks.  They all had the scars and tattoos to prove it. 
War wounds they called them, and they were proud of their wounds, proud
like old soldiers.  With all the tattoos, they looked like a group of old
sailors.

   Rose looked from sailor to sailor, beaming with pride, which Rachel
mistook for hunger and said, "Down girl.  I don't have the energy to spread
my legs for you."

   Rose laughed and reached out to her hand, saying, "You have spread your
legs enough for one lifetime.  [looking around] You all have.  The war is
over, now.  We won.  We all made it through.  I was going to say none the
worse for wear, but I remember what we look like without clothes on.  At
least we made a lot of men happy.  We gave them their money's worth, didn't
we, girls?"

   All nodded and Debby said, "I sure did, but I still say we should have
finished out the year like we planned.  Just two more months and we'd have
all this stuff and thirty grand in the bank."

   Rose said, "We have enough, but there wouldn't be enough left of you to
be worth bringing back into decent society.  As it is, it'll be a bitch
keeping you a secret.  That is something we all need to keep in mind.  We
have to keep this shit under wraps.  The war is over, but we can never be
like other people.  We are no longer in the business, but under our clothes
and in our hearts, we're still whores.  We don't belong here and we would
never be accepted here."

   Rachel said, "Then why did we move here?"

   Debby said, "Yeah, why did we move here?"

   Gail said, "Because you can't live in a war zone.  Mom is right.  We did
our tour; we served; we suffered; we survived; we bear the physical and
mental scars; now we have to adjust to the real world and try to survive
here.  No one here will ever understand us.  Our challenge really starts
here and now.  Fucking is easy.  Letting someone fuck over you is easy
after you agree on a price.  Not fucking will be a bitch, and getting
fucked over or being fucked with without an agreement - there's the
challenge that decent people face everyday.  We want to get paid."

   Rose said, "Gail is right.  You have to learn to take shit and take it
for free.  I think we'll manage.  We have each other, and we can fuck each
other.  Your father can get us guys, and I'm willing to share him, but we
have to remember he is just one man.  We have to go easy on him and give
him his rest or we'll kill him.  Rachel, you need to watch yourself,
because he can't say no to you.  Please don't kill my husband.  Save some
for us."

   Rachel smiled warmly and said, "I will.  I'm willing to share.  By the
way, where is he?  I haven't seen him since noon."

   "He went back to Grandy Grove to spend some time with the boys and cry
in their beer with them.  He doesn't want to go back to work.  We're going
to have to give him some time to make the adjustment, but we need to wean
him off of Grandy Grove and get him back into a suit and a nine to five
routine.  That's going to pose a challenge."

   Debby said, "Sounds like we're up to our nipples in challenges when we
moved here to be up to our clits in opportunities.  Where are all these
opportunities I've been hearing about?"

   "They're out there, but you have to look for them and have luck on your
side, but there are none in Grandy Grove, and Loserville is a good name for
that place.  We're not losers, and we don't belong there.  I said we'd
screw our way out, and by god we did.  The point is, we made it; we're
still together; we are the Crenshaw cunts, and our motto still stands: If
we can't lick 'em, fuck 'em!"

   On that, they could all agree.

   The End

   Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation.  Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors.  PP



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