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  Her fingers began to move faster over her slit as she bent over and picked up the wet panties. She opened her panties up until she found the wet spot on the inside of one side.

  She could see the thick fluid that soaked them. Her fingers reached out and touched the wet spot, no longer hot, but it was sticky and thick.

  "Get out of the bathroom, Jenny, I have to go."

  It was her mother calling her; Jenny forced to make a quick decision. She rubbed her clit, just a little bit longer needed to make her cum or some added stimulation.

  "Now," Sandra yelled again.

  Jenny couldn't wait to cum until she got into bed, she had to cum now. She did what she had to, taking the wet panties and rubbing them over her face and covering her lips with the thick creme. She pushed the edge of her panties in her mouth, her face grimacing when her taste buds were coated with the salty taste of his sperm. She sucked on the wet panties as she came explosively, almost falling off the toilet as she rubbed her exploding clit as she sucked on the evil man's salty sperm and swallowed it.

  She finally got out of the bathroom, the panties in her purse now. She would save them.

  "Thank you, young lady," he mother said gruffly as she pushed her way into the bathroom.

  CHAPTER 2

  Watch and Learn

  She lay on the bed when Frank came out of the bathrobe; her legs spread slightly, just enough to tease him. The tiny panties barely covered her blonde bush and Sandra made sure they were tight enough to outline her pronounced slit. She was leaning against the propped up pillow, her back arched so that her firm breasts peeked out the low cut bra, her generous cleavage revealed. She felt her nipples swollen and a wetness between her legs, fighting the urge to stroke herself when Frank took too long in the bathroom. She was please with the response when he came out. The front of his pajama bottoms began to tent out as he took in her body. She loved that she could affect a man so easily, even if it weren't her husband. She teased the Arab men that tried to devour her with their lecherous eyes.

  "You are so beautiful, Sandra. I don't know why I am so lucky." He couldn't control his erection once he saw her. She knew just what to do to arouse him. He was afraid that Jenny would hear them, but his cock was controlling his actions now, and it grew with every gaze on her body.

  She arched her back more, reaching behind and unsnapping the bra. She teased the

  straps down her arms, her hands holding the thin bra over her naked breasts, feeling her nipples throbbing for his touch. "These are all for you, Frank." She pulled the bra aside, proudly displaying her full breasts to him. Her fingers went to the tips, teasing them, hoping that she would feel his fingers soon. "Take them, darling; worship them with your mouth."

  Jenny slept restlessly, waking up and then dropping back off to sleep. She couldn't get it out of her head, the men on the bus and what they made her do. She couldn't stop them, not even sure if she wanted to. She could still feel the flesh of his cock that was forced between her fingers; still taste the foul, salty seed of his loins that she licked into her mouth. Each time she went back to sleep, her hands were between her legs, her thighs clenched tightly.

  She woke up, this time wide-awake. She heard her parents in the next room, the walls thin. She remembered the lingerie her mother had bought and the reason why. She got out of bed quietly, stopping when the springs squeaked, her breathing halted as she waited. She went to the door and could hear her parents talking. She could tell they were trying to whisper, but she heard the excitement in their voices. She shouldn't, but she couldn't help it. She was still aroused from today. She had felt her first real cock. She wanted to see one. She wanted to see her father's cock. It was so sinful and torrid, but that only made her want to even more. Her hand went to the door handle, gripping it tight as she turned it so slowly. She stopped when it clicked; her breathing ragged, then she turned it more until she felt the door jam open up. Her room was dark, but her parent's room was lit by the lamp on the bed. The bed was facing her door, afraid that she would open the door and her mother would see her looking. She finally got the nerve to peek out the door. The sight she saw startled her. Her mother was on the bed naked; her legs spread wide, her sex revealed in the lamp on the nightstand. She looked over and saw her father, his naked buttocks clenched tight, but it was his cock that her eyes were drawn to. It jutted out from his body, her mother's hand around the shaft, just as Jenny had done to the man today. She could hear them talking now.

  "Oh, Sandra, your hand feels so good. Stroke me," Frank laying back. He had fingered Sandra until she was almost ready to cum, stopping, wanting to keep her on the edge so he could fuck her.

  She loved the feel of his cock in her hand, able to control him with just one hand. Sandra used sex to control men and she perfected her technique on Frank over the years. It made her feel so sexy when she did. She stroked his cock from his balls, over the thick ridge, her fingers playing along the domed head, a fingernail scratching at the sensitive skin until she felt it jerking pleasurably in her hand. She knew exactly what Frank would do next, feeling one hand on her head.

  "Kiss it, Sandra, kiss my cock." He pushed her head down until he could feel her hot breath blowing on his cock. After all these years of trying, he only got her to kiss his cock once, and then she refused anymore. She never took it in her mouth. But that never stopped him from trying, always arousing her, his hands urging her head in hopes that he would catch her unprepared or in lust and he would feel her hot mouth engulf his cock in its tight, oral grip. "Take me in your mouth, Sandra. Let me feel your tongue excite my cock as only you could."

  She let him push her head until it was only an inch from his cock. She licked her lips as though she was going to submit, Sandra wanting to, but once she did, she could no longer control him. As much as she wanted to suck his cock and drink down his sperm, she had to deny him the pleasure. She teased him for long minutes, her hand stroking his cock so close to her mouth, blowing hot puffs of air on the head as it danced in excited

  expectation. She finally stopped. She backed away from him, her head rising up, her wet lips pleading with him. "I can't do that, Frank. I wish I could, but I can't." She had to hide the faint smile on her face as she lay on her back, spreading her legs out wantonly. "Fuck me, Frank. Fuck me hard and let me feel your rigid cock take me as only you can." She knew just what to say.

  How could she? Her father wanted to feel her mother's mouth on his cock and she

  refused him. Jenny had felt a man's cock today, had tasted his sperm. It was almost as if she had sucked him. She hated the vile taste of his sperm, hated that he forced her to stroke his cock, but if he had been her husband, she would have willingly submitted to all that he wanted. Even taking his cock in her mouth and swallowing the thick sperm. She grew angry with her mother. That was not the way to treat her father.

  Frank mounted her, kneeling between her thighs, his cock in his fist as he ran it up and down her slit. He had already forgotten her refusal to suck his cock. He would take her.

  Take her hard. He found the hot, tight hole, her muscles already squeezing his cock head as he began to ease it in her. He teased her, even when her ass rose up to take more of him inside. This is the way he always got back at her, making her beg for him to fuck her.

  He moved his hips in a circle, just the head entering her, but refusing her more, backing off when she thrust forward. He wanted to embed his cock deep inside her belly, but this was his control now, his body over hers, his cock teasing at her. "Beg me, Sandra. Tell me how much your want me."

  She threw her hands around his naked ass, trying to pull him into her, but he fought her.

  "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. "Drive your hard cock into me!" She knew what he wanted.

  Jenny was amazed as she watched her parents. They were like animals, naked animals.

  She could see between her father's legs, his heavy testicles hanging down, but his cock stood out, the head wedged into her mother's pussy. His cock wasn
't as big as the man was today, but her mother didn't seem to mind, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him down into her. Jenny could almost feel her father's cock entering her, her finger slipping into her panties, finding them drenched in her juices. She began to masturbate, her eyes glued to her father's cock as it pumped into her mother with a powerful thrust.

  "EEEWWW," Sandra cried out, biting her lip to keep her silent. He thrust his cock in hard, plunging aside all her resistance as he filled her with his hard flesh. His cock drove all the way inside her belly, banging against her cervix, but he pulled out just as fast, teasing at the moist opening of her pussy, drawing back the pink flesh until his cock threatened to pull free. "YYYEeess," he plunged back in, her hands holding his naked ass cheeks, keeping him inside her, as her muscles gripped and flexed on his cock. She released him, his cock sliding out of her grip, then thrusting back in. He began to fuck her as she liked it, hard and fast, her face contoured with her passion, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe.

  Frank couldn't hold back his lust any longer, her insides clasping onto his cock when he withdrew, releasing him so he could drive it back into her belly with ferocity. His hands went to her proud breasts, his fingers digging into the white flesh so deep that he left pink furrows of his unbridled passion. She bucked and rode him as he screwed his cock into her.

  She was ready. "Harder, make me cum, Frank."

  Jenny watched with fascination. She had never seen a couple making love, never mind her parents. Her father was fucking her, his cock thrusting into her belly as he legs bowed out to the side to give him access, her fingers clawing at his buttocks, pulling him into her.

  Jenny felt a tingling in her pussy, different from the one this afternoon. She could see her father's cock plunging into her mother's moist, glistening pussy. They were moaning in passion as they thrashed on the bed like two animals mating. She could tell they were both ready to cum, just like the man that masturbated on her naked ass cheeks this

  afternoon. Jenny rubbed her pussy harder, the excitement building, her emotions

  overtaking her body. She slipped a finger into her pussy, squeezing her finger with her cuntal muscles as if it were her father's cock inside her. She heard the sharp slap of naked flesh as her father attacked her mother harder, punishing her with powerful thrusts that shook her body. She watched in awe as his heavy balls swung back and forth,

  smashing with a thick thud against her mother's upraised ass cheeks. She saw them

  ready to cum, Jenny frantic with her fingers, wanting to cum with them, wanting to cum with her father. She imagined that it was her beneath him, that he wanted her, not her mother. Jenny would have taken his cock into her mouth. She would have made him

  happy.

  Jenny came when they did. Her father groaned and then his body stiffened, driving his hips forward as his cock dug deep into her mother. Her mother screamed out, biting the pillowcase as she tried to smother her excitement. Jenny watched her father's milky white sperm leak from her mother's pussy, running in a river of lust between her lewdly spread buttocks to pool on the bed between her legs. Jenny's body went into explosive

  convulsions of pleasure, her pussy sucking on her finger, soaking it as she came. She found herself on the floor, her wet hand between her clenching thighs. She closed the door softly, climbing into the bed. It was so depraved, watching her parents have sex, but it was her father's cock that she couldn't put out of her mind as she closed her eyes.

  The heat was stifling. They were twenty miles from the nearest village, the city over forty miles. It was a God forsaken place, nothing but miles of desert with not much of anything else. They were there on their own, Jenny, her mother and father, no grad students this time. The head of the crew was named Kamal. He would tell you that it stood for beauty, perfection, though Jenny saw nothing in him like that. He was sneaky and conniving, Jenny worried that he would steal anything that wasn't nailed down. He had a small crew of ten. If they found anything of significance, they would hire more, but for now, this was it.

  Malik was the government representative, controlling everything with the dig. You obeyed all of Malik's orders or you would find yourself on the next plane out. He told Jenny that his name meant Master or King and he lorded over everyone as if he were. Jenny's father did everything he said, knowing how it worked if he wanted to dig in their country. Malik didn't have a callous on his hands; his job was using his head. He had men like Kamal that did the work.

  Jenny saw Malik leering at her, knowing he wanted to be her Master. He was charming, but vulgar. At least fifty, if not older, hard to tell when the sun turned any man's skin into leather. Jenny was familiar to him, this being the third expedition in his country. In this part of the world, ten-year old girls were women and Malik had been trying to get at Jenny since she had the first, small bumps of breasts.

  It was a special day for Jenny, but no one noticed. They had already gone off in the Jeep, leaving Jenny alone to dig in the sand nearby that held promise of something. She drank the acrid coffee and was already outside, hoping to beat the sweltering midday sun.

  She was on her knees in the dirt, digging as usual, a brush to push the dirt of centuries away. She heard someone coming, turned and saw Dr. Malik. To his face, you better call him Doctor. What did the lecher want this time, his eyes always devouring me lewdly, his remarks crude and lecherous grins? He had done this since she was young, but as she grew older, he grew bolder and more lewd. She had told her mother, but it was her usual response. "You're barely a girl, why would he have any interest in you? You're just imagining it."

  "Happy birthday. Eighteen today?" Malik stared down at the young girl kneeling submissively on the sand.

  She wasn't going to let him take away from this day. She was a grown woman today,

  though no one seemed to notice. He was the first to wish her a happy birthday, her father gone before she got up, her mother too self interested to even remember the day.

  "Thank you." As much as she hated him, at least he remembered. "Yes. I am a woman today."

  "In this country, our girls become a woman at ten, some as late as twelve. They are trained in the pleasure of the flesh by an older man, an experienced man. I would be willing to train you, to spread your legs and let your feel the pleasure of my manhood fill you with its massive girth." Malik's cock rose as he thought of her on her knees, but naked, the soft, honey blonde hair hanging down, her conical breasts dangling like ripe fruit below her, the soft cheeks of her white ass thrust up high, her legs spread until the pink of her pussy, glistening in anticipation with her juices peaked out from behind.

  Jenny should spit out her revulsion to him, but she held it in check. He was still her father's boss and this country was different. Women had no rights. "I still think of myself in my country," though she hadn't been home for five year. She stayed on her knees, not wanting to confront him. It happened so suddenly that she was taken back, only a soft murmur from her throat, a sting on one buttock. He had kneeled down beside her; one of his evil hands on her back and the other swung in the air and came down with a loud splat on her left buttock, stinging even after his hand had left her flesh.

  "In your country, the birthday girl gets a spanking. Eighteen spanks for you today. That was one, seventeen more to go." She turned her head and looked at him in revulsion, but he could also see something else in her face. Her nose was flaring, her face flush, her eyes a glassy look in them. Her lips were clenched tight, but they quivered. She turned away so he couldn't see her, but she didn't move a muscle. He swung his hand higher this time, coming down on the other buttocks, catching it fully with the palm of his hand.

  The noise rang out like a gun discharging. Her body shook; a whimper from the young birthday girl. This time he let his hand rest on her buttock, feeling the muscles beneath it clench and unclench uncontrollably. "Two," enjoying as the young girl kneeled beside him.

  Jenny hated that he was doing this to her, but the stinging pain i
n her buttocks was something different. Instead of pain, she felt a trembling between her thighs. His hand didn't leave her after striking her, caressing her buttock until the sting went away. She didn't move, didn't want to move. She hated that it was him doing it to her, but she didn't hate what he was doing. Her buttocks clenched tight in anticipation of the next blow, her pussy muscles contracting at the same time as if she were capturing a lover inside her.

  A loud splat rang out in the air, his hand hitting her harder each time, but her body took each punishing blow. "Three," caressing her ass cheeks with immunity between each spank. "Four." Malik felt the muscles in her ass cheeks dance beneath his hands as they roamed freely over her young, firm flesh. He couldn't believe his good fortune. She had always rebuffed his efforts to get at her inexperienced body, but this time she surrendered with barely a whimper. He took full advantage of the situation. "Five," catching both of her cheeks with his big hand. His palm stung, but he knew that she was feeling much more. "Put your head down."

  He pushed down on her back until her cheek was in the dirt facing him, forced to stare at him. Jenny could feel the way the degrading position forced her ass to rise up higher, but he still wasn't happy.

  "Raise up your ass." He wasn't surprised that she obeyed instantly, looking down at the white, soft skin of her cheek rubbing into the harsh desert sand. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.