Chapter 5
My first official act as her mentor/manager was to make her clean up the
mess she had just dribbled all over my carpet. I couldn't reist spanking that
big ass as she leaned over and sucked up all that mess plus the last two months
of accumulated dirt and whatever from the well worn floor covering. Once I had
her big ass covered with prints of my palm, it only seemed reasonable to nail
that brown eye that was now winking at me from between those crimson cheeks. She
grunted as I worked my well-lubed hard dick into her asshole, but kept on
sucking up and swallowing everything she could get from the filthy carpeting.
Peggy had a nice tight asshole, a pleasant surprise. It fitted me like a
glove and I enjoyed exploring every inch of her anal cavity, moving my rod from
side to side and seeing how deep I could thrust. I let her grunts and sighs
guide me on my exploration of her dark passage way. It didn't take long for that
hot suctioning tube to get me off, and I flooded her bowels with the first of
what might ultimately total hundreds of loads of hot cum, if all went as I
planned.
I reached around, taking those big soft tit cushions in my hands and
began jerking and squeezing them as hard as I could while she kept cleaning up
the mess and my cum bubbled from her gaping asshole. "Having a good time?" I
asked, yanking on those knockers until she gasped in pain. She whimpered and I
rewarded her with a vicious slap across her ass, as I asked, "What kind of an
answer is that, you dumb cunt! You just earned another gig. Now get finished
with that little clean up and get busy on removing all the shit and other stuff
that dirty ass of yours got all over my cock."
A short time later I was stretched out on the couch watching my dick
disappear and reappear from her mouth as she licked and smooched every inch of
my shit stained poker. I reached down and tousled her hair, like she was some
kind of pet. "When you're done getting me nice and clean I want you to give me
all the gory details about how you lost your cherry. I don't want you to skip
over any of the good parts either. If I think you're making stuff up or letting
stuff slide it's another gig for you."
To make things more interesting and entertaining I made her squat beside
me and play with her shaved cunt as she told me her sad story. I told her that
if she came before her story was over she'd get another gig. On the other hand
if she didn't cum, then she'd get two gigs. I could see the wheels turning in
her tiny mind as she tried to figure that one out. Peggy, or piggy, took a deep
breath and began her tale of domination and degradation.
According to Peggy, at sixteen she was pretty hot and had plenty of guys
trying to get into her pants, but managed to vend them off. Her real father had
split a year previously and mom had a series of live-in boyfriends who kept her
busy in the bedroom. Then Louis arrived and ruled the roost for amost a year. At
first he ignored her, concentrating of keeping mom very well screwed, just like
the others. With the passage of time it became very apparent that his hold over
her mom was a lot stronger than any of the others. Then he started to branch out
and homed in on her.
At first she was sort of flattered to get some attention. All the others
had seemed to have one track minds that ended in her mom's hot cunt; this one
was a bit different. She started flirting with him, walking around in her
underwear to give him a good look at her budding breasts and flat stomach, not
to mention her great ass. She knew it was great because the boys at school were
always patting and grabbing it.
Then one evening Louis and her mom came home very late and started
fooling around out in the living room. Peggy awoke and walked in on them. Louis
was pounding mom with his large cock, the biggest she'd ever seen. Instead of
being embarrassed, he gave her a big grin and went back to nailing mom good.
Peggy returned to her room and masturbated until she fell asleep. That night she
dreamt that it was she that Louis was nailing on the couch. When she woke up
there was a wet spot on the sheet where her cunt cream had collected as it oozed
out during the night.
I had to hand it to piggy, she told a pretty hot story. My dick was
getting hard and she couldn't keep her eyes off it. I told her to mind her
business and keep talking or I'd belt her a good one. She went back to her
story.
Nothing happened for about a week, although Peggy went out of her way to
display her tight teen body in a variety of revealing outfits that culminated in
her modeling a new bikini bathing suit for him. That night he and her mom went
out and didn't get back to early in the morning. She was sound asleep when she
was awakened by his hand on her pussy, rubbing it through her panties. He had
already hiked up her pajama top.
She tried to get up, but he held her down and whispered that her mom was
out like a light and he had come to fuck her. He told her he was tired of her
teasing and it was time to put out or he'd let her mom know what she was up to.
Before Peggy could make up her mind he was on her and she got it good, not once,
but twice before he finally rolled off telling her she was a pretty good fuck
and he wanted more of her pussy as soon as the coast was clear. She was sore,
frightened and at the same time turned on by the fact that he thought she was a
pretty good fuck. She had been a virgin before he did her.
Piggy was really going to town on her dripping twat. I could smell the
pussy juice from here. I stroked my cock to make it good and hard and debated
whether to fuck her ass again, have her blow me or listen to more of her story.
I compromised and let her continue her story while I fucked her in the ass once
more. She had a nice asshole; it seemed to be a perfect fit for my cock. That
was a very good sign since I was planning on fucking her in the ass all day
tomorrow, except when I was giving her chubby body a good going over with my
strap, paddle and anything else that might do the job of making her understand
that I was the man in charge of her sorry ass until she either shaped up or I
got rid of her.
Peggy and Louis managed to get together about two or three times a week
and it was great! He put the wood to her with a lot of enthusiasm, told her she
was a real hot chick and taught her how to give him a good blowjob. Then he took
her anal cherry as well one weekend when her mom was out of town visiting a
friend. She didn't enjoy being fucked in the ass for some time, but since he
liked doing her that way, she finally learned how to handle that kind of action.
From then on he used her asshole most of the time since it was safer as far as
keeping her from getting knocked up and he liked the way it wrapped itself
around his big dick.
I could believe piggy's comment based on how her shit chute was
handling my hunk of fuck meat. This stupid cunt had a great fucking asshole!
That was something special, and she was too dumb to appreciate it. Visions of
her becoming more than just a grade B porn star began to percolate in my active
imagination. I knew a guy who knew a guy who was making amateur porn and even at
her current weight she would probably do alright in his stuff. Let's face it,
the number of amateurs who do anal regularly are few and far between. Combine
her anal talent with those big floppy tits and she had the potential to become
fairly big in the amateur market. This would lead to bigger and better things
once I whittled about twenty-five pounds off her.
Peggy continued with her tale of betrayal. Mom got wise to the fact that
Louis was laying pipe somewhere else and she got suspicious that the somewhere
else was in the same apartment as she was. One afternoon she caught them in the
act, walking in on them while he was buried to the hilt in her asshole. He split
the next day and mom proceeded to beat the hell out of her little home wrecker.
She had no place to go, so Peggy had to stay and take whatever mom dished out,
and it was plentiful, very nasty and lasted for a couple of months.
The girl had bruises on her ass and tits for those couple of months; her
mom kept them fresh by regular beatings that took place at least once a week. At
home Peggy was not allowed to wear clothing, another little punishment dreamed
up by her totally pissed off mother. Mom also started to force her daughter to
masturbate every couple of days, making the argument that the girl was so
oversexed that she needed to relieve her urges, and this was a much better way
to do it than go out and have sex with some guy who might get her pregnant.
If I hadn't been so distracted by the way piggy's asshole was massaging
my imprisoned cock, I would have realized sooner that she was not giving me the
whole story. However it wasn't until I dropped my load deep inside her shitter
that it dawned on me that I was being conned by this dumb cunt.
I had a hunch that there was more to this than I was getting. It didn't
play right; mom evidently could get all the cock she needed. So why didn't she
just kick piggy out and bring in another stud to scratch her itches. Why waste
all this time disciplining the kid? Then there was the masturbation thing, that
was too strange to believe.
Then it hit me; maybe mom was making piggy go down on her! That would
kill two birds with one stone; piggy would be humiliated beyond belief and mom
would have someone to relieve her sexual tensions until she got over what had
happened between piggy and Louis. I let piggy ramble on for another minute or so
before I confronted her with my theory.
By the time I got around to playing some games with her, she was once
more in the squatting position, thighs spread to show her fat-lipped, shaved
cunt, hands behind her neck and her ass cheeks tightly clenched to avoid getting
any of the soupy mess that filled her rectum onto my carpet.
"Let's see, so far you have two gigs, and at the rate you're going it
will soon be four, especially now that you can't play with that nasty gash
between your legs anymore. Now you are feeding me a line of bullshit about how
your mom made you play with your pussy. I don't believe a word of it! So now
you're up to three gigs and counting. Now I want to hear the truth, all of it!
I'm going to count to ten and if you don't start telling me what really happened
between you and dear old mom it's a gig every ten seconds until you have a grand
total of ten. At that point you and I are parting company for good. Make up
you're mind; what is it going to be?"
Piggy made a pathetic sight, her eyes blinking uncontrollably as her dim
bulb of a brain tried to figure a way out of the trouble her mouth had gotten
her into. The way her breathing pattern had changed told me I was right about
things. I announced she had just gotten another gig, number four. She was
literally sweating as she struggled to come up with an answer for me. I
announced gig five and her face got red with embarrassment. I knew the dam was
about to break, and I could hardly wait to make the most of it. Right after I
said "six and counting" she started to blubber. I reached over and gave her a
backhand across her teary face. "It's now or never, tell me about how you and
mom made it with each other, and don't skip any of the good stuff." It was then
that she puked all over my fucking carpet!
(To be continued)
