Carol and Ret were smiling the next morning when they came out into the living room where Ret had again tied up Lena for the night. Carol had made fifty bucks the night before, for two jobs. And Ret had contacted Lena's father. He was coming to pick her up tomorrow. He was coming to bring them the $700 tomorrow. Everything was looking up for Ret and Carol.
Lena trembled in fear all of that day. Ret and Carol hung around the house, drinking and watching TV.
All day Ret stole sly glances at his sister. He couldn't approach her with his old lady there. Carol would be insanely jealous.
All day too, Buster kept trying to stick his head up between Lena's legs. That made Carol jealous too, and she kept calling to him, "Buster, Buster, get away from her. Why can you imagine," Carol continued talking to Ret now as if Lena weren't even there, "what kind of girl would make it with an animal? I mean, a donkey? Shoot, you gotta be desperate to do that sister. Now take me, for instance, I do it with men for money. I don't like to do it honey, but I do it for the money, and for you," she nuzzled Ret's lips. She was sitting on his lap at one end of the couch while Lena sat tied down at the other end watching them.
"I do declare, though, I'll sure be glad to have that blue pair of eyes out of my house. I wish she'd quit staring at me, like that, honey. Make her quit staring."
Ret was staring at Lena himself, and in his drunken buzz, he didn't hear most of Carol's complaints. He was licking his dry lips with a dry tongue and looking down at the crotch of Lena's jeans.
"Honey!" Carol hit him over the head. "I said I want to have a little fun around here. We should be celebrating. We've struck it rich. We're going out west. Honey, let's have us a little party. Let's call up some people – Ray and George, and maybe Sylvia could come over, and help us celebrate."
"Why not?" said Ret lazily tipping his drink. Carol got up to hit the phone and call up her friends. The phone was in the bedroom.
Ret went over to his sister, stood over her, and just let his hand dangle over her crotch. He lifted her shirt and caressed her watermelon tits lavishly, until the titties were hot and excited. Then he pulled her shirt back down over her chest and walked away. Carol came back out from the bedroom gaily.
"They're all coming over. We'll have us a party. Honey, get out the liquor. I'll see if I can hunt us up some crackers and cheez whizzes or something."
Sylvia and George and Ray arrived altogether in the front cab of Ray's pickup. It was amazing to think they had all managed to fit into the cab together because George's enormous bulk – he must have weighed three hundred pounds – was equaled and surpassed by Sylvia's huge form.
Sylvia was a truck driver and she must have weighed 350. She was all rolls of flesh. Every movement she made more rolls of fat tumble over each other, and when she laughed, which she did often, and joyously, the flesh fell into chaos, trembling and shaking all over. Her laughter caused her breasts to avalanche down her belly, which avalanched down over her thighs. Her legs looked like huge muttonchops, with the kind of crevices in them that are caused by excessive weight.
Sylvia's laughter also made everyone else laugh, and soon everyone, except Lena was jolly.
Carol introduced Lena to the gang.
"This is Lena, Rettie's baby sister. She was a bad girl and ran away from home, she's only – what are you – sixteen, honey? We called her daddy and he's coming to get her tomorrow."
"Well, I don't know if I'm going to be able to party with a little sixteen year old watching on," drawled George. He had three chins, which tumbled on top of each other as he raised his head and his glass. "I mean, I don't want to be corrupting the morals of no minor or nothing, if you know what I mean," he winked at Carol, who had put on a gold lame dress for the occasion. The tight dress pushed her boobs up and together and cinched in at her waist. She wore lots of makeup, bright red on her cheeks and flaming green at her eyes.
Carol giggled, holding a highball with her pinky raised. She loved being a hostess. "You don't have to worry about corrupting the morals of this minor. I told you she was a bad girl. Why she's done things you wouldn't think of doing George Limpson."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" George bellowed with laughter.
"Yeah, like what?" asked Sylvia with interest.
"You know that act that was playing down to the Black Pussycat? That act with the donkey from Tequila, Mexico?" Carol's voice had lowered confidentially.
Lena sat uncomfortably on the couch. Ret and Carol had agreed to untie her and ungag her for the party and they both had said they trusted her not to run away. If she did run away, Ret had explained, with his fist in her face, she would regret it. His fist was the size of her father's and she had looked at it with quiet dismay.
"She was the girl!" said Carol pointing triumphantly at Lena.
Everyone looked at her and gaped with awe. "With a donkey!" Sylvia started screaming with laughter, which set off George. Carol was cackling in her phony high lady-like laugh which soon turned to burps. Ray, a thin, quiet man with thin lips pressed tightly together, smiled too. George and Ray owned and operated "George and Ray's Truck Stop". Tonight was their night off.
"She looks so innocent like," said Ray quietly and that started everyone off again, hooting with laughter.
"With a donkey," Sylvia kept shaking her head and her eyes got a faraway look as if she were trying to imagine it.
"Wish we had that donkey here now so she could give us a private performance," said George.
Lena said nothing.
Ret was watching her closely, licking his lips. He watched her tits heaving as she breathed heavily with humiliation. He wanted her tits in his mouth and her cunt around his dick so bad.
He said, "I don't think my sister should have to listen to talk like this. Maybe she made a few mistakes in life, but we all have, right? I want to talk to her in the bedroom," he said. And he got up and led her away.
"I think I better go and talk to her too," said George. "I like to talk to young folk. Set them straight about what life is all about."
"Now don't you fellas muss up my boo-doire," said Carol blithely. She was smiling at Ray. She had always had the hots for him.
Someone turned the music on somewhere, and the night became heavy and foggy. Couples fell on top of each other in chairs in the living room or in the bedroom, and got up off of each other and found an embrace somewhere else. Bottles lay strewn all over the trailer, and wherever you were, you could reach out and pour yourself some more of something.
Carol kneeled between Ray's legs and unzipped the top part of her gown so that her flabby breasts hung out. She pressed them against Ray's crotch and began undoing his zipper. Ray watched as if uninterested.
She pulled out his dick but it was soft and drooping. She let it roll about against her breasts, but still it didn't get hard. Carol looked up at him from under her long fake eyelashes, and then slipped his dick inside her mouth. It felt soft and small like a worm.
She bit it. She felt it harden a little bit as if an underground current were picking up. Ray lay back against the chair and sighed and closed his eyes.
"Suck me off, honey, suck me off," he whispered, holding her head on his dick with his hands when she tried to come off him.
She pressed down on his now hardening dick with her mouth. Her lips pressed back the foreskin and the head of his cock emerged, shining and hard. She felt for his balls, still in his pants, and gently eased them out so she could play with him while she brought him off.
Sylvia sat on the couch across from them watching as she sipped her drink.
She watched her friend Carol's head bob up and down on top of Ray's torch, and she watched the pink flesh of Ray's stick appear and disappear into Carol's mouth. His cock was smeared now with Carol's red lipstick, and the lipstick on Carol's face was no longer on her lips but all around her mouth as she furiously tried to please him.
"Harder. Faster. Up and down right here," Ray showed her the vein to follow leading from the tip of the cock to about half way down the underside.
She followed this line, licking with her hard, flattened tongue, then just rubbing with her lips pressed together, and with a little bit of her tongue sticking out.
The smell of his cock turned her on. She had an appetite for cock tonight and gladly she allowed the shape and feel of his cock to fill her mouth and she hung on to the organ with pressing lips. She licked it and squeezed it, and thanked him for allowing her to eat him. She didn't want him to come until she'd eaten as much cock as she wanted.
But she couldn't hold him back anymore. He gripped the sides of the chair and threw his head back and closed his eyes. His fingers stretched as he felt the softness of the walls of her mouth squeeze with an iron-like hold and her fingers squeezed at the base as if she were squeezing candy up a stick. The come came bursting out of him like champagne out of a bottle that's popped its top. She almost lost his dick as his stuff started flying. But she popped his cock into her mouth at just the fight moment, and not a drop was lost. She sucked and sucked the cock, squeezing it with her hands at the same time. She must have swallowed two cupfuls.
"Did I come a lot?" asked Ray smiling from behind his thin lips.
"Mmmmmm, baby did you ever," Carol licked her lips.
She climbed on top of him now and he slipped his hands inside her dress to fondle her tits.
Sylvia sighed on the couch and got up and headed for the bedroom. "Disgusting," she said. "Why a woman would ever want to suck a man's dick I'll never know."
In the bedroom the action was hot.
George and Ret had quickly stripped Lena down to her essentials: her black briefs.
George had recognized the panties from the act immediately. "That's them! I remember! With the red ribbon in the cunt hole like that!"
Lena was resisting however, and starting to shout so Ret showed George how he gagged her and tied her hands, so she couldn't punch them.
"Can I have her?" George asked with a shy grin on his huge face. He was practically drooling.
George hadn't been near a young female body in so many years. Not a body like this one, out of a sex magazine. The smoothness of her curves, the shape of her knockers, the curve of her waist and the slope of her belly into her mound – he wanted to dig his fingers into this delectable dish.
He pushed her back across the bed. Ret sat down on one of her legs and smoked a cigarette. George more than pinned her other leg by pressing one knee down on top of it. George was unbuckling his pants so fast, and trying to shake them down over his flab that Ret had to laugh.
"Go slow, brother," Ret said. "You got all the time in the world, or at least in the night. She isn't going anywhere."
George was chuckling and heaving and panting. "You know, she's still your own sister. You sure you don't mind?" he asked.
"Fuck her. She needs to be taught a lesson," said Ret.
George first sank his huge fingers into her cunt. He stuffed his whole hand up her, while her hands lay tied above her head. He just couldn't get enough of this pussy and he stuck his face into her cunt, ripping apart the slit of the black briefs. He just slobbered right into her, all over her, coming up for air, and to lick his lips and to breathe in deeply the stink of her pussy.
"God, I love that pussy smell," he said. He looked up at her tits, fallen now on either side of her body. He jumped up on top of her, pinning her by the stomach, to luxuriate his hands in her soft mounds of flesh. Then his head dove again back to her muff, where he sunk his hands and tongue and nose and whole face in her. He was rooting in her pussymeat like a fat pig rolling in swill.
His whole huge body was stretched across her while his face was sunk between her legs, and his enormous cock was stabbing at her neck, into her tits, into her eyes and face until finally it found the hole of her mouth where it squashed its way in.
He was sliding gooey fingers into her cunt and stuffing his tongue into her as if she were a Thanksgiving turkey, and whopping his whopper into her mouth by raising and lowering his ass over her head. She was being squashed and suffocated beneath him, and finally, to survive, all her apertures just simply opened their widest – her mouth yawning hugely to hold his dick which must have had a width of two or three inches. Her cunt too was just flapping wet wide open beneath his greedy fingers. Then in addition to all the discomfort, she was deluged with the flood of his come. His semen poured all over her head and face and then stabbed one last time down into her throat where he deposited the greater part of his manly liquid, while she hastily gulped it down.
The bed was sopping wet when George got up.
Lena was whimpering and coughing.
Sylvia, who had been watching, shook her head in disgust and said, "Well, I do declare. Either they find some woman fool enough to want to do it voluntarily, or they strap some poor girl down and make her take it in her mouth." She spat on the floor.
"Syl, take her into the john and clean her up," said Ret, smiling. He knew Sylvia's taste.
Sylvia said, "Poor baby, come with me." And she helped Lena to stand and led her into the john.
George and Ret wandered back into the living room to find Carol in Ray's arms.
"Oh hi, honey," Carol said jumping up. "Ray and I were just necking a little. I think he's so cute, don't you?"
This made George laugh until his fat looked like it would jiggle right off. He spent the better part of every day and night flipping eggs and greasy fat right next to Ray and he didn't think he was cute at all.
Carol decided to entertain the company with some exotic dancing and she found her favorite record.
The men sat to watch her as she danced around the room, slowly unzipping the front of her dress, revealing more and more. Finally the whole dress came off. She was wearing panties like those Lena had worn, with no crotch. But Carol had been a professional exotic dancer for many years. She knew how to turn men on with a dance.
She rolled on the floor, lifting one leg then another, while the dusky male voice on the record whispered what it would like to do to her, and the men in the room rubbed their hard cocks under their pants.
She raised one leg, revealing her cunt. She was blessed with a very wide organ. Her clit popped right out and she ran a cool finger over it for just one second, just enough to make the men groan. Then she flipped over on her hands and knees and spread her stuff.
She walked over to the pole that supported the living room and raised one leg and pretended to masturbate her cunt along the pole.
"Oh, baby, go to it," George cried out.
Ret licked his lips.
Some time after this, when the record was over, and Carol was nesting in Ret's arms while he soothed her flaming cunt with his fingers while George looked on fondly, they remembered Sylvia.
"What the fuck is she doing in there with that girl?" said George lasciviously.
"Oh, who cares about that kid? Honey, do me. Don't stop," pleaded Carol on Ret's lap.
But Ret stood up, dumping her on the floor at the same time, and George sprang up, if that monstrous tub of lard could be said to spring.
Moans and groans were coming from the bathroom and they pounded on the door. Finally they forced it open.
The men hooted and howled at the sight they saw.
Sylvia lay naked on her back on the floor and she gripped the naked Lena tightly on top of her body. Lena's ass Sylvia kept tightly to her face with her arms. Sylvia had Lena's head securely between her own legs.
"Lick! Lick!" Sylvia was saying. She parted Lena's cunt with her hands and dove into her muff with her tongue and nose.
Carol turned away in disgust and went back into the living room.
No one knew exactly when the orgy of fucking and sucking ended. But it was some time far into the night when Carol woke up, but heard a strange moaning, whining sound which piqued her curiosity.
She got up and stumbled to find a light, tripping as she looked over Buster. The flick of a switch revealed the dog lying between two legs: Lena's legs.
Lena lay on the floor as if unconscious while the dog ate her out, whining as it did so.
"Aaaaahhhh, everybody come see this!" Carol started screeching.
"What? What the hell are you shouting about?" Ret came reeling up behind her. He gazed down at the sight of the red-haired Irish setter slapping its big tongue all over the cunt of the spread-eagled girl, lying where she had last been fucked, by Ray.
He woke the others and they all came and peered over and stared at each other wide-eyed. Then, as they silently watched, the dog, his slimy wet dick dragging across the carpet, mounted the girl, putting his paws on her tits.
His dick fitted slowly into her cunt wet with the come of many fucks, and the dog too took his pleasure on the form that lay beneath him.
"Well hot damn."
"Now I've seen everything."
"Carol honey, you always do throw the best parties."
These were the remarks that escaped their unbelieving lips.
The dog came too, leaving his come as the final crowning touch on the layers of come caked between the girl's thighs.
The guests wandered off to fix themselves some fresh drinks.
The sound of the car honking in the driveway, and then of fists pounding on the front door, brought them slowly to their shaky senses early the next morning.
"Who's that?" mumbled Carol.
"Oh shit, it must be him," whispered Ret.
"Take her into the john and try to clean her up. Sober her up. It must be Pop come to pick her up."
Ret washed his own face quickly at the kitchen sink and straightened out his clothes. It had been years since he had seen his father. He felt queasy now at the thought of confronting this man whom he had hated all his life.
Carol had hustled Lena into the bathroom, and quickly washed her up in there. She fixed her own hair and dabbed her face with make-up. She'd had too much to drink the night before.
"Ret! Boy? Wake up in there!" The father pounded on the door. "I've got your money!" Hanson was red in the face from yelling. His eyebrows were deep furrows across his face and he barreled into the trailer past his son whom he barely took notice of.
"Where is she?" he demanded. "If this is some fool trick…"
"Hello Pop. No it's no trick. Lena will be right out, my wife is helping my friends, Sylvia, George and Ray. We had a bit of a party here last night."
"I'll say you did," said Roland Hanson, surveying the room in disarray.
He looked with disgust at the sprawling Sylvia as she attempted to button her blouse over her huge breasts. Ray and George didn't even merit glances from him.
When Carol brought Lena out, Ret introduced Carol to his father.
"Dad, this is my wife, Carol."
"Pleased to meet you sir, I sure have heard a lot about you," Carol cooed and shifted her hips. She was in the gold lame gown again.
"Please do excuse the mess around here. We had us a big shindig last night and…"
"Lena," the father said, brushing away Carol's words as if they were flies. Lena was looking sullenly, hopelessly, at the carpet. Her father put his hand under her chin and raised her face. The eyes that gazed at him were not the clear laughing blue eyes of before. They were dull and sullen and glazed over. It almost as if she didn't see her father, but she understood very well what was happening to her now.
"Uh, Pops, could you step over here a second…" Ret pulled his father into the kitchen area. "Now about that dough," he was saying and laughing foolishly.
"Yeah, here you go." Roland reached into his wallet in his back pocket and pulled out a fifty.
He slapped it into his son's hand. Ret stared at it with unbelieving eyes, waiting for more.
His father turned away as if to go back to the girl.
"Uh, Pops, this is only a fifty, you owe me 650 more," the son laughed nervously.
"I owe you what?" the father turned around with a snarl.
"Well, uh, er, the advertisement, that you put in the newspapers, it said $700 for the return or information leading to the return of…"
"Yeah, but I changed my mind," Roland Hanson sneered at his son. "Besides," he snickered, "she looks kind of used. You know what I mean?"
He left Ret standing open-mouthed in the kitchen, the paltry fifty lying limp in his hand like an old dick.
"Why, Mr. Hanson, you're just the spitting image of your son Ret there. Or should I say that Ret is the spitting image of you? I think Ret's one of the handsomest man I've ever known in my whole life." Carol picked up cooing at Hanson when he came back to where Lena stood by Carol.
Again he paid her no mind except to look at her once closely. His son's wife was a bad-looking old woman. "Shit, he never did have no taste," Hanson said out loud, and then he simply said, "Thanks for returning my daughter to me," and he took Lena by the hand and led her out the door.
Everyone was silent as they listened to the truck doors slam and the motor shift into gear. Then the gravel of the driveway spit as the truck backed up and screeched out onto the pavement.
Carol broke the silence with, "Yippee! Yellowstone Park here we come!"
"Shut up," said Ret going over to the picture window to watch the truck turn out of the trailer camp and disappear down the road.
"What?" said Carol. "How much did he give you hon?"
"I said SHUT UP!" shouted Ret, "and get out of here! All of you! Get out! Get out!"
The guests began hustling into their clothes and out the front door.
"Honey, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?" they heard Carol shouting inside as they piled into their truck.
Then they heard a scream inside.
"Fifty? He only gave you fifty? That BASTARD!! That BASTARD!! We'll sue him we'll…"
The gravel in the driveway flew again as George and Ray and Sylvia pulled out onto the pavement, with Sylvia at the wheel.