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Parkers Progress Ch. 01

By: tiggerlilly



This is a "Brooke"story. I have followed the spambot's plot outline very loosely indeed. Caution: contains violence.



CHAPTER 1

"So you've come to talk about the Prius again? You've got the money?"

"Not quite. I was thinking maybe paying a little less."

"Mmm, that's quite a big discount," the woman said.

"Come back this evening, and we'll go for a test drive and see if we can do something with the price. I could arrange some special financing. Depends how keen you are and how flexible you are prepared to be."

"Oh, I'll do anything."

"Good. Have a nice shower before and wear this. Just this. It should fit you. And heels."

She handed Parker a white cotton summer dress.

It was a short walk to Parker's house and when she got in she stripped off and slipped into the dress. It was indeed a good fit, but the cotton was thin. Parker's trimmed black bush was quite evident. So were her large dark areolae. She might as well go out naked. That thought was all it took to make her long nipples stiffen and try to burst through the thin fabric. Parker was due to return to the dealership at seven pm. The sun would be low enough that it would be directly behind her, and half the town would realise that she was not a natural blond. Those that didn't know already of course. Marcia Collins, at the Toyota dealership was married to a veritable hunk. Surely she wasn't going to try it on with Parker. Parker pinched her nipples and felt her pussy start to moisten. With a shrug, the dress slipped to the ground. Parker sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the telephone. As she waited for an answer she slipped the handle of a hairbrush into her slick, tight teenage vagina.

"Stacey? It's Parker. Fuck, that's good. Are you busy? No? I have a job for you. Yes I can come now. OH FUCK, I'M COMING RIGHT NOW."

She dropped the hand piece and pushed the brush handle in as hard as she could, withdrew, then thrust again and again. The hard point bruised her cervix. The pain was exquisite. Parker lay back, spent for now. She withdrew the hairbrush and licked off her sticky smelly cum.

Should she shower? No. Stacey might not have much time and the little bitch could lick Parker clean. She grabbed yesterday's string bikini from the chair, plus a tiny pink side-tie beach skirt. Anticipating pain, Parker helped herself to some of her mother's Dilaudid from the medicine cabinet. Then she rushed downstairs and jumped onto her mountain bike. The two mile ride would take five minutes and display Parker's golden body to all and sundry. She loved being watched. The combination of wolf whistles, anticipation and the hard narrow saddle brought Parker to her fifth orgasm of the day. She knew that she was heading for double figures.

Parker stopped in front of Belinda's Beauty Bunker and slid off the slippery saddle on to slightly wobbly legs. Parker reached under her barely there skirt and pulled the tie strings of her bikini bottom and then laid the sodden garment over the bike's handlebars, to dry in the midday sun. 

Parker strode into the salon, hoping to outrage some senior citizens. It was dead. The aircon was on way too high, which hardened Parker's nipples from rubber to iron. Her stiff little clitoris retreated back under its hood. Shy Stacey was doing her nails and Mrs Carter, the eponymous Belinda, was idly watching Jerry Springer. Parker went onto the offensive.

"Hi, Mrs Carter. Stacey told me that she's never done a full body wax and that she had to practice on a volunteer first. Well here I am." 

Belinda turned to face the girl and took in her ripe, tanned teenage body. Her ripe, naked teenage body. Parker had even removed her sneakers. Without saying a word Belinda walked to the door, put up the closed sign and pulled down the blinds. Stacy stared, slack jawed. She had, of course seen Parker naked an awful lot, but her friend's brazenness still shocked her.

Belinda walked into the back of the salon, where the waxing was done.

"Better shower." she drawled, "Wax ain't gonna stick to sweaty skin and you smell like Monterey fish market. Stacey, get her a towel. No, this one ain't gonna want a robe. Then get the wax on to melt. Yep, hard and soft. No girl, twice as much as that."

Parker hopped onto the couch and put her feet in the stirrups.

"Now Stacey," Belinda explained, "We normally try to make the client as comfortable as possible and only expose a bit of skin at a time. Full body waxes are for hookers, and tramps like Parker here. Have you ever touched a woman's genitalia, child?"

"Nnnno Ma'am," gulped Stacey.

Parker snorted.

Belinda had Stacey run her hands up Parker's legs, tickling the slight stubble.

"OK, soft wax first, on her legs and arms. Lay the strips on quick and pull off quick. It's easier for two to do it. I'll do left and you do right."

Parker had a small towel in her mouth and bit down hard. Her clit had peeped out from under its hood again.

"Well done. Now hard wax for the armpits. This hurts."

Parker's muffled squeals seemed to confirm the fact.

"Right, roll over Blondie and we'll do your back. Let's get rid of that little welcome mat."

Parker was not surprised to have her buttocks parted and for two fingers to be inserted into her vagina.

"Mmmm, nice hairless asshole and tight cunt."

Parker spat out the towel.

"Oh, yes, that's so good."

"Right, on your back again slut. Feet back in the stirrups. Stacey, clippers."

Stacey used the electric clippers to trim Parker's bush to a quarter of an inch of black stubble. Then she applied the hot, hard wax to the whole of Parker's vulva and pubic mound.

"Now it needs to cool a bit. Grab the edges with your right hand. I'll do the other side. Put your left index and middle fingers into her cunt. Now finger fuck her hard. Rub her clit with your thumb."

"What?"

"Oh, you Catholic girls. Frig the little harlot. That's better."

Stacey blushed furiously, but obeyed.

Parker's hips were starting to buck.

"Oh yes, Stace. Harder. Ram them in harder. Oh my God, here it comes. Yes, yes, yes."

"Now, pull!" shouted Belinda.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurts. I'm coming again."

Seven orgasms for the day.

Belinda grabbed Stacey's wrist hard enough to make the girl wince, pulled the two fingers up to her nose, sniffed, then wrapped her ruby lips around the fingers and sucked.

"Oh yeah, ambrosia. If ever you want to sell it Parker, just let me know. No climbing into perverts' cars. All indoor work."

"No, I'm fine just now Mrs Carter, but thanks for the offer."

Parker was on her feet admiring her hairless body in the mirror. She touched her hood lightly. God it was so sensitive. And her mound felt so smooth. She should have got the courage up to do this years ago."

Soon Parker was fully dressed, as long as a tiny pink beach skirt and bikini top counts as dressed.

"I'm gonna close for the afternoon," drawled Belinda, "We ain't got no bookings. Heard a rumour that you've fingered little Stacey loads of times. Mind if I have a feel?"

Parker was feeling a bit woozy from the painkillers and more disinhibited than usual. 

Stacey was standing with her mouth open, barely breathing. Parker kissed her hard, pushing her back against the wall. Stacey barely weighed 90 pounds and could not resist Parker anyway. Parker had said she loved her. Parker took thirty seconds to strip her little lover naked.

She stood back to admire her friend, then stood forward again to tuck Stacey's hands behind her back. Stacey was really quite gorgeous. Five foot tall, slightly built, with shoulder length, wavy blond hair, green eyes, tiny breasts and slim hips. She had a small blond bush and lightly tanned freckly skin. No tan lines. Parker had Stacey join her as often as possible in Parker's yard, sunbathing in the nude. Parker knew that her neighbour videoed them. Stacey had yet to find out.

Nineteen years old like Parker, Stacey looked barely over fifteen. She had never experienced dick. Parker had popped Stacey's cherry with a strap on. She had thought that their liaisons were more secret than they clearly were. Stacey was not as innocent as she seemed, but was feeling uncomfortable. She was also turned on by the depravity of her predicament. She was slightly ashamed that she let Parker dominate her, but God it turned her on.

"Get your feet in the stirrups. NOW!" Parker barked.

Stacey meekly obeyed. Belinda had unzipped her uniform and her humungous titties were trying to escape. She licked from Stacey's left foot all the way up to her hips.

"Delicious. So smooth. Love the freckles."

Parker asked to do the clipping and assist with the waxing. Stacey's pale bush had never hidden her innermost sex that well.

"Think you can hold all four strips?" Belinda asked.

"Oh, yes," breathed Parker as Mrs Carter went down on Stacey.

"You come like a good girl," Parker instructed her.

Parker ripped too early and Stacey screamed. Belinda inadvertently bit down on Stacey's clit. The girl screamed again and came hard. Then lay there panting. Parker had no trouble with orgasm number eight, using two of her own fingers. When Stacey stood up the other two women shared a guilty glance. They were thinking the same thing. Stacey now looked way, way below consensual age. Parker couldn't wait to show her off.

"If you'd like to let yourself out Parker, the door will lock behind you. There's no charge."

"Why thank you Ma'am. Stacey you be a good little girl and do exactly what Mrs Carter tells you. You are to refuse her nothing. Understand?"

Parker swayed slightly as she left the salon. Shit. The Dilaudid were hitting hard. Where the fuck was the bottom half of her bikini? On a park bench across the road, a wino was sniffing a small piece of pink fabric. He smirked and waved it at Parker. No way was she going to retrieve it. Gingerly she mounted the bike and gasped as her slick labia made direct contact with the hot pink leather. It was going to be a long ride.

Parker did manage to get home, despite nearly causing two accidents. It was more comfortable to cycle with her fanny just off the seat, giving numerous drivers a perfect view of her bald cunt lips. She skidded onto the drive and crashed into an ornamental oleander, as orgasm number nine struck home. 

Parker giggled, "That bush has to go. Where's the wax?"

She was too dopy to climb upstairs to bed and just flopped naked onto a sun lounger. She was asleep in seconds, on her back tanning the new piece of white skin on her mound. Only half the yard was visible from her neighbour's attic room, much to his regret and he had two video cameras set up permanently. One was fixed and was triggered by an infrared motion detector. The other was on a powered tripod and could be remotely operated. Parker had broken in to Mr. Frazer's house and knew exactly how much of her yard was visible to him. She was careful to organise her antics accordingly.

Parker awoke at about half past five to the sound of her father talking on the telephone. He was standing on the balcony of his bedroom, where he had a clear view of his naked daughter. The tenting of his shorts indicated that he was enjoying the view. Parker waved, then got up and put herself underneath the outside shower. The cold water against her hot, brown skin made her jump and squeal. It also hardened her nipples beyond their near permanent state of erection. She washed slowly, turning to display her nubile form to both of her observers. The shower was right in centre frame for the dirty man next door. Parker could almost feel the lens focussing tightly onto her boobs and pussy. There was a small bottle of shower gel, hanging from the shower tap and Parker lathered her breasts and private parts languidly, before rinsing off, squeezing her hair hard and shaking her body, causing her tits to jiggle. She grabbed a small towel and dabbed at her skin, but the hot dry breeze, blowing in from the desert was already drying her quickly.

Parker sauntered into the house, grabbing a bottle of Coke from the fridge as she passed. The Dilaudid was wearing off but her mouth was still dry. For a depraved slut, Parker had a conservative drug intake. She in fact became intoxicated quickly and disliked the feeling of loss of control. Whilst she was prepared to let people do all sorts to her, Parker preferred to be aware of what was happening.

Her father by contrast had a heavy coke habit. Parker jumped when she walked into the bedroom and found him sitting on her bed.

"Hi, Honey. Love the bald bippy. Can't remember the last time it looked like that. I thought I might do a couple of lines off of it."

He winked lasciviously.

"Sure. But you're not going anywhere near my muffin with a razor blade."

Parker was a spoilt little bitch, but lacked her father's sociopathic tendencies. And she was scared of him. She did not enjoy his sexual advances, or his use of her as "corporate entertainment". But he knew how to make her come and being used was a massive turn on. She positioned herself on the bed, flat on her back, and kept perfectly still, as her father sprinkled cocaine in her belly button and on her pubic mound. Parker fixed on a spot on the ceiling and waited for him to be done. Her mind went peacefully blank.

"Jesus Christ," She screamed, as he entered her dry vagina, uninvited and unwelcome. He held her arms down and leered down at the defenceless teen. She was too shocked to fight. Her cunt was on fire and it took five thrusts before she could produce a little lubrication. How ironic, she thought, to have spent the whole day as wet as a fish's wet bits and now being dry fucked on her own bed. She started to cry, which just made the man thrust harder. Surely it must have been hurting his dick? He came quickly. Parker did not get her tenth orgasm of the day, but dutifully licked the softening organ clean.

"I have some clients coming round this evening. We'll probably play some poker after. Be nice to them sugar," he said, feigning affection.

As he left the room Parker quickly became moist, as the flight or fight reflex dimmed, replaced by the humiliation of being treated like a sex-toy. She teetered on the tightrope between self-loathing and excitement. Excitement won as usual, but not overwhelmingly. Parker's long neglected conscience was stirring, albeit slowly.

Another shower. Parker hated walking around with semen dripping down her thighs. She took the shower wand, turned the water on full blast and rammed the stainless steel shaft up her vagina, partly to purge the jism and partly to punish herself. She certainly achieved the latter and quickly removed the invading object and fell to her knees clutching her tummy, as the pelvic cramp reached its peak, then gradually subsided. 

Parker stood up and did it again, with the water at a mere trickle. The unyielding warm steel implement made an excellent dildo and Parker came slowly and gently.

Parker dried and brushed her long honey coloured hair and pulled it into a tight pony tail, then picked a pair of strappy shoes, with six inch heels and slipped into the thin, white cotton dress. The contrast of the white cotton against her deep brown skin looked good and the heels merely accentuated her shapely legs. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Even indoors, it was obvious that Parker was nude beneath the flimsy fabric and her bubble butt stretched it nicely. She applied make up lightly and picked a tiny white leather Louis Vuitton handbag.

Parker tottered downstairs and passed her mother as she came in the front door. "Who's farted?" Parker muttered under her breath, as her mother's nose wrinkled.

"Good evening Parker. I thought your father had brought another hooker home, for a moment. Off to work? Bit early for the kerb-crawlers."

Parker said nothing and did not even shut the door behind her. It was hard to know some days, which parent she hated the most.

Parker was not comfortable in high heels and was glad that the side walk was well maintained. Her butt wiggled more than she would have liked and without thinking she clutched the handbag to her chest.

Parkers Progress Ch. 02



The lot at Sta Caridad Toyota was eerily quiet. There was a large sign hanging on the door, stating that they were closed "for essential maintenance". The orange desert sun flamed back at Parker from the glass frontage. It was impossible to see if anyone was inside. In vain Parker pressed her petite nose against the glass of the front door. She could make out the shapes of display automobiles, but no movement.

In frustration, Parker slapped both palms against the glass. She actually hit thin air as the doors hummed open. The surprise, sudden movement and raised centre of gravity were just too much and Parker pitched forward. She landed heavily on both knees. Her hands smacked the floor. Her little squeal echoed around the atrium. Anyone standing behind Parker would most likely be looking at her freshly waxed labia and her round smooth buttocks. She got to her feet, rubbing her stinging palms and pulled the dress down. She could feel herself blushing as she turned around. The door had shut and she could see nothing but the blinding sun. She shielded her eyes and looked down, perplexed. Parker realised that she had fallen out of her shoes, which must be still outside. She walked right up to the glass. Parker heard the little click of the I.R. sensor. The doors did not budge. She stepped back and forward three times.

Click. Click. Click.

Parker turned. Her mouth was dry and goose bumps had risen along her arms. She shivered. The air was hot and arid. She cast a twenty foot shadow. It stopped just before the reception desk and drew Parker's eyes to a computer monitor. It was turned to face her. It had some sort of filter as the screen was black, whereas it should have had the sun's reflection visible. Then it was bright orange. Parker walked slowly towards the screen. As she did so a human figure grew larger on the screen. It was in silhouette surrounded by a white halo. Parker stopped. She waved at the figure. It waved back. She flipped it the finger. It reciprocated.

The screen went blank again. Parker stayed where she was and waited. She was scared and slightly excited. Her nipples were flat and her pussy was as dry as the Mojave. Footsteps got louder behind her. Woman's heels on marble. She willed herself to keep still and not shiver. They passed behind her and she heard the electric doors open and close. Then silence.

"You dropped these."

The voice whispered in Parker's left ear. Her feet had started to sweat. She jumped and turned so quickly that she again lost her balance. Parker fell awkwardly. She cracked her head on the marble and saw stars. She looked up at deeply tanned shins, knees and thighs that disappeared into a tight black mini-skirt. An expensively manicured hand was proffered and helped the teenager to her feet.

Marcia Collins smiled at Parker. Not an altogether friendly smile. She handed Parker her shoes.

"My, my, Parker. I would never have taken you as the nervous type. The dress looks great. Especially rucked up around your waist. Great ass. My little bro' was right. Remember Jeb? He was in your year at S.C.H. Said they never lost a game when you were on the cheerleading squad. Said you could suck a baseball through a straw."

Parker blushed again. Fortunately her tan hid it. She had been a popular student at Santa Caridad High. With the boys. Not with the girls. Well, with a few special girls like Stacey perhaps. Parker had many nicknames at school. None could really be repeated in polite company.

Marcia was about Parker's height. Her hair was long and dark and cascaded in waves over her shoulders. It looked expensive to maintain. Like her tight body. The buttons of her cream silk blouse struggled to contain her heaving breasts.

"So, Parker. Why the Prius?"

"Well, it's economical and I want to do my bit for the planet."

"Yet more surprises. Parker is a tree hugger. Follow me, we'll go for a test drive. Let's see how flexible you are."

The second-hand Prius was out back. Parker wished she had brought sneakers. She was going to have to drive barefoot. Marcia got in quickly and leaned across to stare at Parker's groin as the girl got in. Parker had not mastered the art of maneuvering a barely covered pussy around an automobile seat. The dress had no friction whatsoever and slid up her back yet again. Parker gasped as she sat down on Marcia's hand. She did not know what to do. But Marcia did. Ever so slowly she bent her middle finger. It lightly stroked Parker's silky smooth mound, then the rugose skin of the teenager's clitoral hood. Parker gasped again as the digit slid into her vagina. Marcia reached across and pulled Parker's door shut. She turned her head slightly and crushed Parker's plump lips with her own. The girl's head was forced back into the headrest. Parker's mouth opened slightly but Marcia had to push her tongue into the girl's mouth and hunt down the girl's shy tongue. Marcia's right hand enveloped Parker's left breast. She squeezed. Hard. Parker moaned. Her nipple stiffened involuntarily and Marcia gripped it through the flimsy fabric. And twisted.

Parker struggled, but she was getting turned on. Marcia released her victim and sat back into the passenger seat. She sucked on her damp middle finger.

"You taste lovely. Who would have thought that half the dicks in Santa Caridad have been up there?"

Parker had in fact flashed considerably more pussy than she had given up. She sensed that Marcia did not want to know exactly how much she had been fucked. The woman was a complete bitch and Parker was falling under her spell.

Marcia handed Parker some tissues.

"Stop blubbing. Your eyeliner is running. Sit on the rest. I don't want you impregnating the upholstery."

Parker struggled for a sassy riposte. She only managed, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Tell me Parker, when did you stick the two peanuts down the front of your dress? Gives me an idea. Let's drive. I'll direct."

Parker blushed again. She tried to will her nipples flat but they were not under conscious control. She nearly crashed when Marcia viciously tweaked the right one.

"Please don't," pleaded Parker.

Parker turned out to be a cautious driver. Marcia pondered that she could be the only nineteen year old in the state who kept to the speed limit. They were soon outside the city limits, on two lane blacktop. Parker gently pressed the accelerator and the vehicle quietly hummed. Marcia yawned. Parker was supposed to be wild. As wild as the fucking Japanese eco shopping cart she was driving. They headed east towards a mesa that burnt in the evening sun. Soon they crossed the state line and arrived at Marcia's ranch. Lance's 'vette was parked in the shade. Good. He had of course not heard the Prius pull up. The fucker was just too quiet. Marcia had Parker sound the horn, then get out and stand by the front fender.

Marcia disappeared into the ranch house. She returned two minutes later, holding a camcorder. It was pointed at Parker. Marcia had slipped into something more comfortable and was wearing a black bikini top, Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots. She indicated that Parker should walk towards her. Parker wobbled on the uneven ground. Marcia made a stop sign, and then circled slowly around the anxious girl.

"Take off the dress. Slowly."

Parker just looked at her.

"Oh fuck," groaned Marcia, "I've picked a poster girl for dumb blonds. I thought you were at College."

She stepped forward and slapped Parker's left cheek. She zoomed the camcorder in to Parker's dark brown eyes which were becoming moist again.

"Let's try again," Marcia snapped, "I gave you the dress on loan. Now I want it back. Take the fucking thing off. That's better. Oh my, Parker. I thought you would at least have worn a thong. You dirty little tramp. Give it to me. No, fold it first, you lazy bitch. That's better. Now put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs slightly. Modesty is for nice girls."

Marcia walked slowly around the anxious teen. Parker was sweating and Marcia ran her index finger slowly down the centre of Parker's back, scratching the slick chestnut skin with her nail. Parker moaned quietly, guessing what would come next.

"Touch your toes slut."

Parker was on the soccer team at UC Merced and had long taut hamstrings without an ounce of cellulite. The high heels made them look even better. Parker felt Marcia's breath on her labia. She was scared but wet. Her bladder was near to exploding. Marcia licked up and down Parker's slit, delighted by the girl's moans. She sucked Parker's erect clit between her lips and bit down on the sensitive organ. She pulled back and felt it stretch.

"Please Ma'am, that really hurts," Parker begged.

She let out a little sob when Marcia let go and her clit snapped back like an elastic band. Parker gasped as she was penetrated, even though it was not a surprise. Marcia pushed two fingers in as hard as she could. She had only fingered two other women before. Parker had a tight, short pussy and an easily located rubbery cervix. It was already bruised from Parker's earlier masturbation. Marcia raked it with her talons and Parker screamed.

"Please stop. That hurts so much. Oh, God, I'm going to wet myself."

Marcia stepped back and slapped Parker's right buttock so hard that her hand throbbed. Parker screamed again but was too scared to move. Marcia focussed the camcorder on Parker's pussy and did a little pull shot to catch the jet of yellow liquid that arced out and splashed on the hard packed red earth. The sun picked the urine out beautifully and artfully. Marcia would have it on YouTube the next day. Marcia slapped Parker's other buttock.

"Stand up, you dirty, dirty bitch."

She grabbed Parker's right arm and twisted it viciously behind the girl's back. Parker sobbed with pain and humiliation. She was more than a match for Marcia physically, but the older woman had a massive psychological advantage. The insides of Parker's thighs were getting wet. She wished it was urine but knew that it was the subordination turning on her vaginal glands. Parker was a stranger to love. Sex to her was brutal and nasty. And frequently painful. With her free hand Marcia pulled hard on Parker's ponytail. Parker looked up. She had no choice. She briefly pondered how the cirrus clouds, turned pink by the sun, looked like streaks of cotton candy.

"Jesus. Please. No", she screamed as both her breasts were crushed. The shock was almost as bad as the pain. She had only thought that Marcia had two arms. Her ankle turned over and Marcia let go, allowing Parker to collapse in a heap on the hard hot earth. Parker lay still for a minute clutching her abused boobs, then looked up.

Marcia was attached to a huge man. One arm was behind his back and the other was roaming over his hairless chest. Her right knee was bent and pressed against the man's groin. He was staring at Parker. His pale blue eyes radiated no compassion. Parker instantly recognised Lance, Marcia's notoriously buff husband. She struggled to her feet, kicking off the shoes which were becoming a real hindrance. Instinctively Parker moved her left hand down from her breasts to her groin and pressed her tawny knees together. 

Maybe today was going to be the day.

Parker had a longstanding premonition that one day she would be raped and murdered and dumped in the desert for the vultures to consume. That feeling had grown stronger that summer. She had always believed it would be her own father who did the deed. Many would say that she had asked for it. Parker included at times.

Marcia detached herself from her husband and slowly undid her halter neck top. It fell away to reveal enormous tanned breasts. They were clearly not originals and Parker allowed herself a moment of pride. Her own looked better. Marcia slowly removed Lance's belt and wrapped it around her wrist. She unpopped the buttons on his jeans. Then, kneeling in front of the man pulled them down. Parker's eyes were glued to the back of Marcia's head as it covered Lance's groin. Marcia's tanned back glistened with a gossamer film of sweat. The denim of her shorts struggled to confine her straining ass. Lance gazed up at the sky as Marcia's head started to bob up and down.

Parker decided that it was time to leave but her legs had turned to stone. A little more urine ran down her thighs. Her bowels started to cramp. Marcia stood up and turned to face Parker. She pushed a breast up and sucked on its nipple.

She growled at Parker,"Come over here slut. I have need of your whore's tongue. Put your hands down so we can see your cheap body."

Parker moved as if in a trance. She desperately wanted to wake up. Or maybe the cops would appear. Little pieces of quartz were buried in the earth and glittered in the strong evening sunlight. Parker spent a lot of time barefoot and had developed nice thick soles, so felt no pain. Marcia removed her own thin belt and undid the buttons of her shorts. The garment sprang open. Marcia indicated to Parker that she should kneel. She winced as the quartz cut in to her delicate skin.

"Take them down," Marcia commanded imperiously, "Then service me."

Marcia put her legs together to allow Parker to pull the skin tight shorts over her flared hips. Then she put her left thigh on Parker's right shoulder, gripped Parker's ponytail and thrust her thick black bush into Parker's face. Belinda had complained that Parker had smelt a little fishy earlier. That was nothing compared to what Parker was inhaling. She dry heaved, but kept licking at Marcia's easily located clit. Parker had only given oral sex to one other woman. That was Stacey. Stacey had an exquisite little virgin's pussy and she was so self conscious that Parker was not allowed anywhere near her until she had showered.

"Oh yes, you disgusting little cunt. You love it, don't you? Lance, take the camcorder. Zoom on in baby. Look at the camera, slut. Lick your lips. Now get back to work. Shit, I'm coming."

Marcia rammed her pelvic bone against the tip of Parker's nose. Parker sneezed five times, her snot blending with Marcia's cunt sap. Parker had to lick it all up. Marcia had never had full sex with a woman before. Her love life had gone a bit flat and she thought that a threesome would spark things up. She had in fact over estimated how slutty Parker was, largely based on her brother's boasting. Parker had indeed given hand jobs to the whole football team, but had only sucked off a handful of them. None had penetrated her. 

She got enough of that at home.

Lance was enjoying the show and his eponymous weapon was stiff and ready to do some spearing. He had not met Parker before and seldom visited Sta Caridad. Marcia had done well. The kid was pretty damned hot. Marcia announced loudly that she was coming again. She pushed Parker hard and the hapless girl sprawled onto her back with a little yelp. Any further protest was drowned out by Marcia's stagnant sweaty cunt as the woman straddled the girl. Parker could barely breathe as Marcia ground into her face. She tried to bite the woman's clit but just got a huge mouthful of pubic hair. Eventually Marcia came for a third time and dismounted. Parker rolled onto her side gasping huge lungfuls of dusty air.

Marcia was slightly dizzy but ready for more action. She had Lance pull Parker up by her ponytail. Lance stood well over six feet, was heavily muscled and had little difficulty pulling the slim teenager right up onto tippy toe.

Parker finally found her voice.

"Please stop. I don't like this. You're hurting me. I want to go home."

Marcia took Lance's thick belt and fastened it around Parker's torso pinning her arms to her sides and crushing her breasts.

"Oh but we've only just started. You want a discount on the Prius. YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR IT," Marcia bellowed into Parker's ear.

She placed her own belt around Parker's neck and slowly pulled. Parker was slipping into abject terror and again lost the power of speech. Her face went dark red and her eyes started to bulge, as her jugular veins were compressed. Waves of panic broke over her and then everything became dark and quiet.



Parkers Progress Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3

Warning: Non consent/ violence.

Parker regained consciousness and found herself unable to move her arms or legs. She was draped across a small, low, rough sawhorse. She could see that her arms and wrists were tied to the front of the frame and the tightness around her knees suggested that the same was happening at the back. Her head was yanked back brutally and her scalp burned yet again. She stared Lance's erect penis in its one blind eye. She felt Marcia's hot breath in her left ear.

"We have neglected you. I am so sorry. Here you are, a cock hungry slut and we haven't let you have so much of a lick. Open wide."

Parker could not deny that she was a cock sucking slut. She was practised and relaxed her throat and adjusted her breathing so allowing the man to face fuck her without choking her. She had fantasized about being tied up and forced and the mental imagery usually brought her to a shuddering climax. The reality was proving very different. The spine of the sawhorse had forced Parker's breasts apart and Marcia set about kneading them roughly. Then she sucked a long nipple into her mouth and bit down hard. Parker tried to scream with her mouth full.

"For fuck's sake Marcia," Lance shouted, "Wait 'til my dick isn't in the bitch's mouth."

"Sorry, Hun. You know these little sluts like it rough. Pleasure and pain. Enough now, Lance, I don't want you coming in her mouth."

He withdrew with a pop. The end of his penis banged the tip of Parker's nose making her sneeze again. Then she felt something cold running down her butt crack.

Marcia got real close again.

"I've never let Lance up my ass. I know that you love it. My brother told me that you can crack walnuts with your sphincter. So ask Lance. Nicely."

"Please, I don't like anal. Your brother never fucked me. Please let me go. Forget about the fucking car."

"Funny. He didn't tell me you were this stuck up. Lance. The belt."

Parker let out an ear piercing scream as the heavy leather belt struck her left buttock. 

Then within seconds a similar blow landed on her right cheek.

"What do you say Parker?"

"That really hurt. I'm not a bad girl, honest. Please. Do what you want, but don't hurt me any more."

Lance took the belt to the top of Parker's muscular thighs.

"Beg," whispered Marcia.

"Please Lance, fuck me," Parker sobbed,"Fuck my whore's ass. Impale me on your own lance."

The man needed no more encouragement. Parker's anus already felt pretty full and she howled pitifully as Lance forced his turgid weapon past her sphincter. It hurt. She felt like she was shitting herself. Parker hated anal sex. She had never got used to it. She usually coped by masturbating at the same time. That was impossible, as her hands were tied. Lance was soon in as far as he was going to get. He started thrusting hard into the tight tunnel gripping the blond's tanned hips hard.

"Oh God, that's so good," Parker panted, "I'm such a whore. I usually take two men at a time. Please Mistress. I beg you. Finger fuck my dripping cunt."

Marcia was so turned on that she joined in enthusiastically, rubbing Parker's clit hard. Hard enough that it hurt. This was no "pleasure and pain" but it seemed to ease the agony in her bottom. Parker concentrated hard and reached her eleventh orgasm of the day. She panted, grunted, moaned and shrieked enough to encourage Lance to fire a great wad of cum into her rectum. Marcia jerked herself off vigorously with her spare hand. Lance withdrew his softening organ and Marcia videoed Parker's gaping anus. A thin stream of semen ran out, then Marcia gasped as a huge turd slipped out and dropped into the dust. Parker sobbed. She idly wondered how she was going to die.

She barely croaked, "Please don't kill me."

Instead Parker was untied and taken by the hand. Marcia took her into the house and showed her the bathroom. Parker was told to shower. When she came out she found a large warm towel, an extra long black T-shirt and a black thong.

Marcia videoed Parker as she dressed but the earlier menace had gone.

"Thank you Parker. That was the best sex I have ever had. We must do it again. You must be starving. There's one more thing I require of you. Then we'll eat. You drive." Marcia was feeling a little bit guilty.

Parker winced as she got into the Toyota. The long T did not ride up too much and her pussy remained covered. Marcia had her drive back across the state line to a small town. Parker recognised the name but had not been there before. They stopped in front of a small tattooing parlour. Parker felt a stab of fear.

"You have a choice, Parker. A tattoo on your ass or a pierced pussy."

No contest

"Pierced pussy, Ma'am."

So Parker had both labia minora pierced. In the front of the shop. With a leering audience. It hurt a lot but she barely squeaked. Marcia videoed the procedure. Parker was given strict aftercare instructions. Marcia then treated Parker to a burger and fries. Parker was too tired to resist as the older woman touched her up under the table. Marcia drove Parker back to her house. Parker was too sore to sit straight and drive. As it was she had to sit with her legs spread and keep shifting from throbbing butt cheek to throbbing butt cheek.

Parker sneaked into the house at about eleven, holding her shoes in one hand. There was a fair din coming from the basement. The flicker of a TV set indicated that her mother was still up. Parker was keen to get to bed. After another shower. She froze when she entered her bedroom and switched on the light.

Laid neatly on the bed was a short sleeved blouse, a push up bra, a gray A-line mini skirt, over-knee white socks, a white cotton thong and flat black shoes. Plus hair bands. Parker shuddered. Maybe she should just go to bed. And risk being dragged out by her hair. And feeling Daddy's belt kissing her already tender buttocks.

So Parker, the little whore, showered and dressed, then put on makeup. Bright red lipstick, mascara and heavy eyeliner. She pulled her hair into two pigtails. She stood up and undid all but one of her blouse buttons. Parker calmly appraised herself in the mirror. A pervert's fantasy schoolgirl. She took a deep breath and set off downstairs.

Her father had clearly been waiting. He gave her a peck on the cheek and squeezed a bare buttock. Parker suppressed a cry. 

Mitch Ellison was a tax attorney. He had a small, lucrative private practice. His client base was small; several "family firms" based in Las Vegas. They all had large amounts of tax that they preferred not to pay and Mitch saved them a fortune every year. Some of what Mitch did was completely legal.

The families, upstanding citizens all, were keen supporters of democracy. Mitch facilitated their discreet donations to select politicians and judges.

Parker followed her father to the basement. There, within the fog of cigar smoke sat six heavily built middle aged men. Parkers smiled sweetly, did a little bob and twirl and set about her task as an attentive waitress. With practised skill Parker replaced empty beer bottles and kept bowls of chips full. If signalled, Parker would produce a tiny alabaster tray on which she had expertly laid out two lines of the finest cocaine. Parker politely declined the offer of a line for herself. She was careful always to stand close to the table and bend forward deeply, back and legs kept straight. Some men liked her to perch on their knee and either keep quiet or complement the man on his gambling skill. It was considered bad etiquette to openly maul Parker's bounteous breasts. Touching her tight teen twat was quite acceptable as long as it was done discreetly under the table. Every so often one of the players would announce that he needed some air and excuse himself. No comment was made when Parker left the room a few seconds later. There was a small den in the basement and there Parker would apply "corporate hospitality" with her talented tongue. She always swallowed. Occasionally Parker was required to remove her blouse and bra and drip some baby oil down her cleavage. Sometimes a basic hand job was adequate.

Mitch was always careful to avail himself of his daughter only after his guests had left. That night the Italian gentlemen's limos arrived just after four. Mitch was buzzing and priapic. He had Parker do a slow strip in the kitchen. He was much taken by the red marks on Parker's behind and even more so by her newly pierced genitals. He had her perch on the counter and spread her legs wide. Parker had been warned not to let anyone suck on the rings for a month. She asked Mitch not to lick her slit. He merely took both rings between his teeth and pulled. Parker screamed and begged him to stop. Her mother's TV got a lot louder. Mitch was impressed by how stretchy Parker was.

Next she was made to drape herself across the breakfast counter. Mitch took her up the ass without any lubrication. Parker screamed even louder. She failed to relax her sphincter and tore. The blood at least lubricated Mitch's plunging cock. Parker had sensibly emptied her bowels earlier. Mitch pounded his little girl and she sobbed quietly. Finally her rectum was filled with seed for the second time that day. Mitch had Parker lick her blood off his cock.

"Reminds me of when I popped your cherry," he laughed.

Parker waddled to bed, a large glass of ice in one hand. Her mother had turned her TV down again. Parker laid some towels on her bed and lay on top of them. She had squeezed several ice cubes between her buttocks and the fire in her asshole gradually subsided. 

Parker fell into a fitful sleep and awoke at midday. The house was silent. She got out of bed and fell to her knees. God, her ass hurt. The last time it had hurt that much was when she had been....well....kicked by a horse. Her pussy was only marginally less painful. Parker shuffled around to the mirror, on all fours and by craning her neck could see four livid red marks on her buttocks and upper thighs. When she pulled her butt cheeks apart, her normally milk chocolate colored starfish was purple and puffy. Her labia, normally dark pink, were an angry red. By using a hand mirror she could see that her dad had turned the neat little holes in her flaps into reddened slits. There was dried blood on the surrounding skin. The piercing man had laughed when he told her that genital piercings rarely got infected.

"You'll be washing them pretty regularly, girl. With sterile liquid."

Parker's bladder was full to bursting. She crawled to the bathroom and duly washed her labia with concentrated urine. Her kidneys seemed to have produced sulfuric acid as she slept. Parker wailed.

Once she had stopped hyperventilating, Parker limped slowly downstairs to get more ice. She helped herself to more Dilaudid and went back to bed. She fashioned a makeshift diaper that held the ice against both her abused orifices. Parker was soon asleep again. She woke again at six and did another agonising pee. She put on an old T-shirt and hobbled downstairs to get more ice and a drink. Her mother walked in and looked at Parker as if the girl had just crawled from beneath a stone.

"My God Parker. You look disgusting. What would happen if I brought a client home? For God's sake have a shower and do your hair."

For the first time in ages, the woman made Parker cry. Mrs Ellison made no attempt to console her daughter. Considering Francesca Ellison's Sicilian roots, she was icy cold.

As Parker returned to her bedroom her cell rang. It was Stacey. Parker broke down and sobbed incoherently. Stacey was at Parker's house in fifteen minutes. She took one look at her friend and bustled her into her mom's old Buick. She did not even let Parker get changed.



Parkers Progress Ch. 04



Stacey as ever was concerned and gentle and had little difficulty teasing the story out. She was saddened but not really shocked and had warned Parker that her wild antics would get her hurt one day. Parker did not mention her dad. Stacey ran Parker a bath and gently washed the girl. Parker looked soft and vulnerable.

"Oh, Stacey," she sobbed, "I've been so mean to you. The waxing and Belinda. And Mr Frazer."

Stacey frowned. "What about Mr Frazer? Oh Parker, you naughty, naughty girl. Belinda took me back to her house. We fucked like mink. I stayed the night. She's a bit more experienced than you darling. I think I might come out. Mom will be home soon. I'll get her to look at your ass. First, let me join you in the tub"

Stacey slid in behind Parker and gently nibbled Parker's neck whilst delicately caressing her breasts. She left Parker's private parts well alone. She then dried Parker gently and brushed Parker's hair. Most of Stacey's clothes were too small for Parker, but she found a large T-shirt that she used as a night dress. Parker's own T was just too sweaty. She did not offer her any panties. She decided that Parker needed plenty of ventilation downstairs. Stacey slipped into a cropped T-shirt and sweat shorts. Parker was taken aback by Stacey's new found confidence and assertiveness. Parker was feeling pretty aroused.

Noise from the kitchen indicated that Stacey's mom was home. Tina Jones was a nurse and was openly gay. Parker fancied her something rotten and had tried flirting on many occasions, to no avail. Stacey had Parker bend over the kitchen counter and she parted Parker's buttocks to show her mom. Parker felt initial panic, and then relaxed as Stacey kissed her lightly on the cheek. Tina Jones had a soft spot for Parker. Parker and Stacey had met at kindergarten. Tina had met the poor girl's parents.

"Honey, you've got a small anal fissure and quite a bit of bruising. You'll be surprised at how quickly it will heal. I'm not your mom Parker, but you're too young for these sorts of games. And for intimate piercings. How about I take them out?"

"Oh, yes please Mrs J."

Tina took a few minutes to find and sterilize a small pair of wire cutters. Parker's labia were getting seriously swollen. Parker felt instant relief as the rings were removed.

Stacey took a deep breath.

"Mom. I want Parker to stay the night. In my bed. With me. She needs some love."

Parker had her first decent home cooked meal for ages and then curled up on the sofa with Stacey and watched TV. Mrs Jones seemed totally untroubled as Stacey played with Parker's thick hair, her other hand on Parker's bare thigh. Tina excused herself at ten O'clock, announcing that she had an early shift the next morning. She asked the girls to be reasonably quiet.

Stacey slid her hand gently up Parker's thigh until she found her friend's moist vulva.

"What if your mom comes back down?" Parker whined.

Stacey looked pensive as she found Parker's clit.

"I don't know, honey. I don't suppose I'd mind. A threesome with my mom? Is that what you fancy? She gets pretty cranky if she doesn't get enough sleep."

"Shit, Stace. That's not what I mean. What if she catches us?"

"Parker, I told Mom when you started trying to seduce me. She knows about all my lovers. We both worry about you. There's a scared little girl hiding beneath the wanton slut."

Stacey decided that Parker's pussy could wait. Parker had got in touch with her inner scared little girl. She buried her head in Stacey's chest and bawled for an hour. Stacey gently rocked her and stroked her hair. Stacey had almost run out of tissues, when Parker did a final huge blow.

"I think I'm alright now, Stace."

Stacey smiled and held Parker's head gently between her two hands. She kissed her friend on the bridge of her nose and on both cheeks. Finally she laid the lightest of kisses on Parker's lips, exerting as much pressure as a butterfly landing on a spring flower. Parker's bloodshot eyes closed and her lips parted. Stacey leaned back and pulled off her own T-shirt. Then she tilted her head, leaned forward and kissed Parker again. Hard. She worked her tongue into Parker's mouth, unaware that Parker's tongue was just leaving. The two slippery organs bumped into each other and, mildly concussed, retreated back into their wet domains. Stacey suppressed a fit of giggles and cautiously found the inside of Parker's upper lip. Her tongue stroked back and forth and soon tempted its little friend out. They touched and caressed. Stacey's tongue wanted to play at home and gently drew Parker into her mouth. Stacey adored kissing and Parker had been her first, so evoked special feelings. In fairness, Parker was also the best kisser that Stacey had encountered. Stacey pushed her shorts down and then straddled Parker's thigh, grinding her inflamed pussy into the silky smooth skin.

Parker was used to "playing the man" with Stacey and was surprised at how assertive her diminutive friend could be. She was happy for Stacey to take the lead. Stacey broke the kiss and grabbed Parker's hand.

"Let's move upstairs. The bed's better than the sofa."

Parker's legs were a little wobbly. Stacey's house had narrow stairs so Parker had to follow Stacey. The rear view was fantastic. Stacey, like Parker still did sports and had a lovely little butt. Covered in freckles. Stacey was a little surprised to find her bedroom door closed. There was a post-it note attached.

"You'll probably fall out of bed and wake me. Use my room...Mom xxxx."

Tina had an almost new double bed. Stacey launched herself onto it then turned to face Parker, her chin resting on her hands. Parker looked a little unsure. Stacey helped.

"Turn round, lover. Now take off the T-shirt. Real slow. Oh yeah. Now turn back to face me."

Parker shivered as she was reminded of Marcia's cruelty. Stacey looked her up and down and licked her shiny pink lips. Stacey positively radiated affection and reassurance.

"God Parker, you look so fucking hot. I wish I had tits like yours. And your ass! It's like a porn star's."

Parker joined Stacey on the bed. Stacey rolled on to her side and Parker ran her eyes slowly up Stacey's body. Stacey was doll-like. She must have had at least ten thousand freckles. Parker preferred Stacey's tiny tits to her own. Stacey still did not need to wear a bra and her tiny pink nipples were never going to poke anyone's eye out. Freckled boobs were such a turn on. Parker moved down and took a nipple into her mouth, gently sucking it erect. She stroked Stacey's slit. It was soaking. Stacey groaned as Parker slid a finger inside Stacey's vagina.

"Oh fuck, Parker. Stick three in. I'm ready to burst. Stretch me. Oh yeah, baby, I'm coming. Right now."

Stacey grabbed two handfuls of Parker's hair, and pulled as she came loudly. The pressure on Parker's bruised scalp was finally too much and she had to release Stacey's nipple. She slid up the bed and stifled Stacey's cries with her mouth.

When Stacey was spent she looked at Parker with concern. "Where does it hurt, sugar?"

"Almost everywhere."

Parker told Stacey how she had been hung by her scalp, thrashed, throttled and sodomized. And how Marcia had twisted and bitten her nipples. Parker started to cry again. Stacey gently stroked her hair and said,

"Why don't I kiss you better?"

Stacey planted feather light kisses on both of Parker's breasts. Parker's naturally long nipples were, on close inspection bruised. Stacey licked gently and managed to raise a small smile from Parker.

"The bitch has given you purple nurples. Shit, you've got teeth marks on the right nip."

Stacey moved down to Parker's belly button, and teased the sensitive skin with her tongue tip.

"That bit doesn't hurt Stace."

"You can never be too careful. And downwards to your gorgeous pussy." Parker winced as Stacey licked along her tender labia but the pain was gradually subsumed by lust.

"God, Stace. Use me. Stick your fingers in. Fist your slut. Hurt me more."

Stacey, like Parker had spent the previous year at college. There she had explored her sexuality to the full with six women, young and old. Stacey liked her sex to be gentle. Occasionally she liked to be taken a bit roughly, but did not like hurting other women. She was prepared to make an exception for the bitch who had tortured Parker.

Stacey gently slid two fingers inside Parker's pussy, to appreciative groans. Stacey was a considerate lover and kept her fingernails short, however as she lightly stroked Parker's cervix, her lover gasped and pushed Stacey away. Stacey looked at her bloody fingertips in dismay.

"God, I'm sorry," they said in unison. Parker managed a crooked smile, touched by the concern on Stacey's face.

"She raked me inside with her nails."

"Oh baby, we'd better get you a gynae appointment. It's a bit far up for me to kiss better."

Stacey put her head down to Parker's pussy again.

"Did she bite your clitty?"

"Yes," Parker sobbed, "But I'm so horny, Stace. Please make me come."

Stacey got off the bed and took Parker's hand. Stacey did a shoulder stand on the carpet and slowly spread her slim toned legs. Stacey had always been flexible. Her tiny pussy opened like a flower, glistening with dew. Parker noted the absence of freckles. Stacey told Parker to straddle her pelvis and hold her right thigh with both hands.

"Now trib me, darling. I'm pretty wet as you can see. It's so much easier without pubes. You set the pace and decide how hard you want to press."

And so Parker rubbed herself to a delicious orgasm, the slight pain making it all the more intense. She found that the softness of Stacey's vulva gave way to the hardness of her adductor tendons allowing Parker to finally balance pleasure with pain. Little rivulets of love juice ran down Stacey's butt crack. Parker slid one finger into Stacey's anus and rubbed her friend's G-spot through the thin bit of skin that separated her holes. Stacey moaned in appreciation and came with Parker, then slid to the floor.

"Thank you Stace. I love you. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Volleyball coach. I love you too, Parker, but face it, you're not gay. Nothing wrong with recreational sex between friends. Actually it feels like incest. You're so like a naughty sister. Come on let's get under the covers. Don't cry. Oh, shit, I've been so insensitive. I'm sorry baby."

Yet again Stacey hugged the distraught sex-kitten. Parker's older sister, Candace had died four year's previously, in an "accident". Parker felt the pain and guilt would overwhelm her some days.

Tina crept into her bedroom early, to get her work clothes. The girls were curled together like two puppies, quietly snoring. She smiled benevolently at them and felt a slight glow of pride.

Parker awoke to find the bed empty. It was another warm day. On the chair was a fresh towel, plus a T-shirt and a pair of panties, Tina's she guessed. Parker touched her pussy and asshole gingerly. Stacey's healing touch had helped. Parker was able to walk upright to the shower. She emerged bright eyed and bushy tailed, wrapped herself in the towel and went off in search of her friend.

Stacey was in her own bedroom, sat naked in front of her P.C. She looked lovely of course.

"How long have you been up?"

"Couple of hours. You were out for the count. Sorry, I borrowed your cell. You have five texts from Marcia and an odd one from your dad. The bitch has put you on YouTube. I'm not sure you want to see."

Parker insisted. There were three videos in the adults only section. Parker stared in horror at herself pissing, being taken up the ass and having her labia pierced. Her cheeks burned and she could feel tears welling up.

"At least your face isn't visible and Marcia only says your name once. There is however the back end of a blue Corvette, in these shots. The plate is clearly visible. I think, dear friend, it is time we made our own video."

"And there's more. Lance is absolutely loaded. And he's running for Congress. I've pulled off some of his speeches. Very hot on family values. See here what he wants to do to sluts who have sex before marriage. And gays and lesbians. As for sodomites, his exact words, he is pushing the envelope on the first amendment."

Parker listened as Stacey explained her plan. She looked in wonder at the baby-faced criminal genius. Stacey was studying computer science at UCLA and was clearly a more diligent student than Parker.

"Stacey, you can't. You're still a virgin. Aren't you? I'm not worth it."

"Technically yes. I'm gay Parker. It doesn't mean a thing. Two of my friends, at College, have sold their virginity. We must get him to wear a condom though. And seriously, I do think of you as a sister, so you are worth it. We're going to make the bastards pay. Cinderella, you will have your coach."

Parker's parents were spending the next weekend in Vegas. It was Sunday and the girls had plenty of time. Marcia seemed delighted at the prospect of an afternoon's fun at Parker's house. And she couldn't wait to meet Parker's country cousin. She was holding on to the Prius, but could not do so for ever. And yes, Parker had earned a five thousand dollar discount. And she could earn a bit more. She was sad to hear about Parker's piercings. And her bottom. That was why Marcia would not let Lance's dick up her own ass. 

CHAPTER 5

Stacey drove Parker back home, so she could get properly dressed. There was a jiffy bag, on her bed. It contained twenty thousand dollars, in cash and a tube of Anusol. Stacey looked at Parker quizzically, but kept her own counsel. The cash would come in handy for their day trip to San Bernardino.

There they visited two electrical stores and a sex-shop. Stacey knew exactly what they wanted, Parker stumped up the cash. Final stop was an Italian deli, where Stacey picked a delightful lunch to go.

Stacey took her time driving back to Sta Caridad. Parker was surprised when Stacey turned off the I-15 at Baker, onto a back road that led into the desert. They drove deep into the Mojave Preserve and Parker was again surprised when Stacey slowed down and turned onto an unpaved side road. Parker felt a flash of fear. The desert was where she was going to die. Surely not at Stacey's tiny hands? The venerable Buick's suspension groaned, but Stacey navigated the ruts with ease. The track came to an end by a magnificent stand of Joshua trees. She parked in the shade, then got out and had Parker follow. Stacey popped the trunk. She took out a picnic hamper and threw a rolled blanket to Parker. Stacey kissed her anxious friend lightly. Now Parker understood why Stacey had her wear her Birkenstocks for a trip to San Berdoo. A small path led to a huge tree that must have been five hundred years old. The numerous carvings, on its trunk were testimony to generations of human visitors. The sand had been trampled flat and the girls sat on the blanket in the shade of the tree. It was one O'clock, hot and dry, but the gentle breeze was cooling.

Stacey fed Parker with olives and salami, pasta salad, anchovies and tiny tomatoes. She would not let Parker help herself. Stacey would take five olives into her mouth, expertly stone them and push them one by one into Parker's mouth, with her tongue. She disengaged, to let Parker chew and swallow, and then kissed her friend again, transferring more tasty morsels. Stacey's attempt to pass lemonade from her mouth to Parker's ended in much spluttering and giggling and had to be abandoned. They finished with sticky Tiramisu and Stacey licked Parker's face clean, like an over exuberant Labrador. Stacey stood up, lifted her T-shirt and dropped her shorts. She was wearing nothing beneath. She pulled Parker to her feet and quickly stripped her, all the time kissing her hard.

Parker looked nervous.

"What if someone comes Stace?"

"I intend for us both to come darling. Anyway you were the one who took me under the goal posts at S.C.H. at 3am on a Sunday morning. And in the restroom at McDonalds. And in the changing room at JC Penney. To name but a few. It's weekday lunchtime, out of the tourist season. No body is going to disturb us."

Parker could not explain why the hiking boots made Stacey's naked body look even sexier than usual. Stacey had Parker lean back against the tree and put her arms up. Stacey licked Parker's smooth armpits, and then followed the natural furrow down to first one breast, and then the other. Stacey again marvelled at the length of Parker's nipples. Parker winced as Stacey gently sucked on the right. She quickly swapped to the less bruised left nipple and kneaded the magnificent flesh below. Parker felt warm liquid running down the inside of both thighs. She thought she had wet herself, but Stacey's breast play had switched on every single gland in Parker's vagina. Parker's knees buckled in slow motion and she slid slowly down the tree trunk, her thighs spreading ever wider. Stacey had no difficulty sliding four fingers into Parker's dripping pussy. She pushed gently and flicked Parker's erect clit with her thumb. Although her clitoris was still sore, Stacey's skilled strumming let loose waves of ecstasy that made Parker pant. Soon both teen beauties were on their haunches and Parker started to moan.

"Stacey....you're...so... fucking... hot... I... think... I... might be gay...after all...oh shit... I'm...uh...uh...coming."

Stacey released Parker's nipple and grinned at her friend. She slowly licked the cum off each of her fingers, then pulled Parker back to her feet and kissed her hard. Next she bent over, flashing her rear end and delved into the hamper. She produced a pink strap on dildo, which she expertly attached to Parker.

"Is that mine?"

"Yes, I took it from your drawer, when you were counting the cash. It looks very like the one you used to deflower me. Remember that Parker? Now I want you to take me roughly from behind."

Stacey leaned forward against the tree and thrust out her skinny butt. Stacey had delicate little pink labia which rarely peeped out unless she was aroused. She clearly was, that lunchtime and she took the whole six inches effortlessly. She arched her back and shouted.

"Parker, baby, ram it in. Pound me. Harder. I'm your dirty fuck slut. You're my man."

Parker was pounding as hard as she could. Stacey was thrusting back, furiously. The base of the dildo was grinding Parker's own, still tender clit. She was an athletic girl so, she decided to substitute force for speed. She humped Stacey like a jack-rabbit and they shared a quick fierce orgasm, before collapsing in a sweaty heap. Stacey reluctantly agreed to get dressed before Parker spooned against her back and they dozed off, the chirr of cicadas a lullaby.

The girls awoke about four and drove back to Sta Caridad; a mere hour's drive. Neither of Parker's parents were home and Parker had Stacey join her under the shower in the yard. Stacey performed admirably, especially as she knew she was being watched. The girls wrapped themselves in towels and waved vigorously at Mr Frazer's window.

However Parker did not want her dad to see any more of Stacey than he had seen before. He arrived home at six and Stacey had already left.

"Look, Princess, about the other night. I got carried away. I'm sorry alright. Must have been a dodgy batch of coke. I want to make it up to you."

Parker wanted to say, "Then stop fucking me and pimping me out to your gangster friends."

What came out was,

"I want to move out Daddy. For good. I want you to buy me a small condo, in Merced and pay off my loan. Plus a small allowance until I'm twenty five. I've calmed down a lot. I've got an evening job. OK, it's crap, but I am getting up on to my own two feet."

"What about your mother?"

"I don't have a mother."

"OK. Fifty K a year. Not a penny more."




Parkers Progress Ch. 04



"Deal, but I want a legally binding contract. There's one more thing. Lance and Marcia Collins are coming over on Sunday for lunch. I want to offer them some hospitality."

"No problem. I know them well. Just enough for the two of them, I presume and a doggy bag."

"That should cover it."

"You're determined to get that crappy Prius still. I would have bought you a proper vehicle, but good on you girl."

"That was too easy," Parker thought to herself.

She was under strict orders not to party, when her parents were away. Indeed a deputy's cruiser would pass by every four hours or so, just to check. Mitchell Ellison had a cordial relationship with the local sheriff. He even paid for two of the Sheriff's Department Lexus SUVs. Hybrids of course, which pleased the folks in Sacramento. Purchased from Sta Caridad Toyota, owner Lance Collins. 

Sheriff Johnson, in return turned a blind eye to Mitch's shier clients. He also ensured that there was only one drug dealer in town, hand-picked by Mitch. Candace Ellison had been busted a couple of times for DUI. Sheriff Johnson made sure that she learned her lesson, at the end of his belt, but no charges were brought. Parker's expected drug fuelled rebellion had failed to materialise.

Next morning Stacey came around early. Mr Frazer was out, so Parker broke in and switched off his cameras. Stacey cloned his hard disk. Then they went back to Parker's house and Stacey busied herself wiring the yard for sound. And installing six concealed cameras. She did not want Mr Frazer recording their activities. Two hours later, Parker re-entered Mr Frazer's house and restarted the cameras.

Tuesday, Mitch and Parker visited a respected attorney in downtown Sta Caridad. She knew Mitch professionally but no more than that. A trust fund was created that would buy Parker an apartment, pay all her college fees and pay her fifty thousand dollars a year, until she reached twenty five. No strings were attached. Parker was not confident that she would live to see twenty five. Or twenty, for that matter.

Parker made an excuse to stay in town. She visited the gun shop and purchased a short barrelled Remington 980 pump action shot gun and a gun safe. She had already posted her license application and knew that she had to return in ten days to collect the weapon. The shop had a small range out back and the owner let Parker fire off thirty rounds of double-aught buck. Parker had handled guns since she was thirteen. The shop owner was impressed as she blew great holes in target after target.

Parker was still bursting with nervous energy. Stacey was working and she realised that she had no other real friends in Sta Caridad. She briefly considered popping round to Stacey's and trying it on with Tina again. Parker looked at her reflection in a shop window. She imagined a cartoon devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

"You can't screw Tina. It'd be like doing it with your mother," declared the angel.

"Incest has never bothered you before. She's hot and experienced," countered the devil.

Parker shook herself and crossed the road to the bus stop. Although the bus passed close to Stacey's house, Parker pressed her thighs together and stayed on, getting off at the country club. She had come unprepared, but bought a new swimsuit and leotard from the shop. The club had an outdoor twenty five metre pool. Parker had it all to herself that day. The lifeguard had been dozing but woke with a start as the Lycra clad, hard nippled, tawny skinned teenager dived in. Parker needed to tire herself and forty lengths did the trick, followed by half an hour in the weight room. Parker's lush body was not entirely a gift of nature.

When Parker got home her mother was sitting by the pool, clearly a little drunk. She waved to Parker who sat down, suspicion written across her face. Francesca put a hand gently on her daughter's arm.

"I know about your deal. What were you thinking? He spends that amount on cocaine in a year. You really are cheap, darling. That was a joke. It may be hard to believe, but I'll miss you. Life has barely been worth living since Candace died. I am thinking of moving back east. You're welcome to come too."

Parker was lost for words.



Parkers Progress Ch. 05



Caution. Contains depictions of drug taking. Parker and Stacey are nineteen years old.

*

Parker knew by heart, where the imaginary line was in the yard. Everything to the right of the line was visible to her pervy neighbour. Saturday was rehearsal day, both technical and dress. Stacey was a bit of an amateur film maker and had written a script for the next day, with a plan for each scene. Parker giggled as Stacey ordered her about. She also became very wet. Stacey had Parker move sun loungers to precise positions. She kept herself just out of camera shot, as she directed. They then took turns playing Lance and Marcia. Parker threw her hands to her face when Stacey dropped her sarong to reveal a huge black merkin. Parker lay down on lounger number 2 and Stacey straddled her and lowered the faux bush onto Parker's face. Stacey threw her head back in mock ecstasy and squinted up at Mr Frazer's attic window. Next it was Parker's turn. Stacey climbed onto lounger number 4 and adopted a modified doggy, with her ass as high as she could get it. She looked back over her shoulder and gasped in horror as Parker advanced slowly, the eight inch pink strap on waving back and forth. Parker pressed its tip against Stacey's tiny starfish, which slowly relaxed.

Stacey screamed in protest. "Please Mr Parker, you're just too big for me. I'm not old enough yet to lose that virginity."

Parker had a massive fit of giggles. Stacey got up and grabbed the dong. She led Parker over to chair number 2 and made her sit down. Chair number 2 was on the "blind side" of the yard. Tears were streaming down Parker's face. Stacey fixed her with her eyes and lowered her tight little pussy onto the plastic phallus, gasping as it filled her. The last two inches hurt but she took the whole thing, then raised herself up and did it again, quicker. Parker was paying attention by then and looked down at her pocket sized lover's delightful pussy. Stacey's tiny clit had been pushed forward and the dong was slick with pussy cream. The base of the instrument ground into Parker's erect clit. Stacey leaned forward and dispensed one of her never ending kisses, as the lovers came together. Stacey stood up with a loud pop. She indicated to Parker to stay where she was. Stacey returned with a little tray. From a bowl she produce a tiny spoon and put a little mound of white powder onto the marble table top. Table number 1 was sheltered from any breeze. Parker took the proffered razor blade and expertly made two professional lines. Stacey handed her a rolled $20 bill. Parker snorted half a line then jumped up, her eyes streaming. The plastic penis got caught under the table edge, then sprang up striking Parker's belly with an almighty crack. Parker fell to her knees gasping and sneezing. It was too much for Stacey's bladder and her urine splashed on the concrete as she sobbed with laughter.

"Parker...I'm... so... sorry," Stacey spluttered.

"You filthy incontinent slut," growled Parker, mock seriously. She grabbed Stacey by the ear and made her bend over the table and spanked her bare bottom.

"Ow, that hurts," Stacey whined. "Stop, before I come again."

Parker leaned over and kissed both of Stacey's butt cheeks. Each had a delightful pink glow. Her tongue, of its own volition moved downwards and inwards and was soon lapping at Stacey's slick snatch.

"You bitch," gasped Stacey, "I'm coming again." Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the table edge.

Her climax passed slowly and she stood up and kissed Parker tenderly. Parker took Stacey by the hand and led her into the house. They enjoyed a sensual shower, indoors and out of sight. 

Wrapped in towels, the two girls sat in front of the family PC. It had a 27 inch monitor, which was ideal for Stacey's editing programme. First she brought up the recordings from the six tiny hidden cameras. They were set on a mix of wide angle and close up. The image quality was excellent. Parker felt herself blush as she watched herself snorting her first and last line of icing sugar. The sound quality was initially disappointing until Stacey executed a blur of mouse clicks and all became crystal clear. There was a microphone under each sun lounger and Parker went even redder as she heard Stacey talking dirty, in her best little girl voice.

Parker put her nose to Stacey's wet hair and sniffed. She stroked her little friend's neck.

"Stacey, you're a genius. No, you can't post it on YouTube. My slutty days are behind me. Well almost."

The girls went bowling that evening, then spent the rest of the evening and half the night talking and making love. By the morning a huge double headed dildo could fit up Parker's ass and Stacey's pussy.

They got up late on Sunday and Stacey checked all her audio-visual equipment. She gave Parker two enemas, after which her curvaceous friend's rectum was well and truly empty.

At one O'clock, the deep thud of a big block V8 announced the arrival of the Collins'. Marcia was again wearing Daisy Dukes, but teamed with a red bikini top and red stilettos. Bright red lipstick completed the slutty ensemble.

Lance was dressed in flowery baggy shorts and T-shirt; attire more suited to a man half his age.

The girls were dressed identically and demurely in baggy white T-shirts and knee length blue cotton shorts. Parker had knotted her T to show off her deeply tanned midriff and as usual her nipples were corks. Stacey had woven Parker's hair into a French plait and put her own into simple pigtails. Neither girl was wearing much make up apart from lip gloss. They both had skin that allowed them to get away with it. Even Parker looked barely legal.

Parker took Stacey by the hand and introduced her.

Stacey curtsied and giggled. She smiled flashing her excellent set of fake Ugly Betty braces. Although Marcia had grown up in Sta Caridad, she had never met Stacey.

"Howdy, y'all. I'm Stacey, from Possum Squat, Missouri. I just love California. You're all so sophisticated."

Parker waited for Lance and Marcia to burst out laughing but they just smiled at Stacey, like the predators that they were.

Parker led her guests over to one of the tables. She had Stacey perch on Lance's knee, whilst she went and got two vacuum packed packages and two bottles of beer.

"My Daddy told me to treat you nice and he had a bag of treats made up, plus one to take home. Shall I?

The man and woman nodded. Parker sliced open one of the bags, which contained a smaller bag of white powder, a bowl and spoon, a box of Viagra and two neatly rolled joints. Marcia opened one Viagra packet, took two tablets and handed the other two to Lance. Marcia produced her own razor blade and $20 bill. She laid out two lines of cocaine for herself and two for Lance. She looked at Parker, who shook her head and at Stacey who giggled.

"No you may not have any," snapped Parker, "You're far too young. In fact you can go and put the steaks on. Go on, shoo!"

"God Parker, you are so uptight," laughed Marcia after she had vacuumed up her two lines. "I think I should put you over my knee."

Parker stood up and unknotted her T-shirt. Then she dropped her shorts. She draped herself over Marcia's tanned thighs.

"Hand only," she cautioned the woman.

"Sure, honey," Marcia purred, as she lifted Parker's T-shirt, "Bare hand to bare booty it is."

Marcia managed six stinging slaps to Parkers smooth brown globes, before her hand started to throb, then popped her thumb into Parker's pussy. The girl squealed and jumped up. The T-shirt just about covered her embarrassment.

Parker wiggled over to help Stacey and both girls returned with two plates each. Stacey had also dropped her shorts, but her T-shirt made an adequate mini-dress. Parker sat on Lance's lap and Stacey on Marcia's. None of the women were hungry but Lance clearly liked his red meat.

Marcia put the tip of her index finger under Stacey's chin.

"Do you like boys Stacey?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you ever kissed one?"

"No ma'am."

"So, you're a virgin."

Stacey blushed.

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you like girls?"

"I suppose."

Marcia put her hand round Stacey's back and kissed her roughly. Her spare hand ran up the inside of Stacey's thigh and rubbed her damp slit. Stacey contracted her pelvic floor muscles, so Marcia could barely slide one finger into the girl's vagina. Stacey yelped and jumped up, both hands pressed into her groin.

"Please ma'am, I'm not lez!"

Marcia looked cross. Parker hopped off of Lance's lap and put an arm around Stacey's shoulder.

"It's OK cuz. Of course you're not a lesbian. I'm straight, but I still have sex with girls. It's not better than doing it with a boy, just different. And all men love threesomes. Let me show you what to do."

Parker peeled off her T-shirt, leaned forward and kissed Marcia full on the lips. Marcia's tongue forced its way into Parker's mouth like a battering ram. Fortunately Parker could partially suppress her gag reflex. Parker undid Marcia's top and squeezed a breast. Parker broke the kiss and stood up.

"Now try again, Stacey. Take your T-shirt off, darling. Now Marcia, easy on the tongue action. Actually on second thoughts Stacey, I'll teach you to kiss, myself. We'll move on. Lance is looking pretty aroused and won't wait forever. Just copy me. What do you think Marcia?"

"Oh, her little body is exquisite."

Parker "showed" Stacey how to worship Marcia's tits and then had her lick down Marcia's tummy to just above her shorts. Parker undid them herself and pulled them off. Stacey gasped convincingly. Parker was surprised by Marcia's Brazilian. Her fetid thicket had been replaced by a neat black landing strip. Marcia's big cunt lips were puffy and engorged. Little droplets of milky secretions were dripping onto the chair. As Marcia spread her legs, her rock hard clit poked out like a little dick.

Parker next showed Stacey the correct way to go down on a woman. Marcia groaned and grabbed Stacey's pigtails. Parker praised her "young cousin's" efforts.

"That's it Stacey, get your lips around her clit. Yes that's the clit. We've all got one, honey. Mind you....."

Parker leaned over and parted Stacey's nether lips.

"Yours is absolutely tiny. Now suck gently on Marcia's and flick the end with your tongue. Well done. Now normally in a threesome the man would come and take you from behind, but your pussy is just too tight at the moment. We'll sort that out for you presently. Marcia looks ready to come. Put two fingers in her pussy. That's it, in and out."

Marcia roared as her climax hit. Parker grabbed Stacey and kissed her again. She did not want Marcia's clumsy tongue dislodging Stacey's fake braces.

Lance toked another line, then stood up. He had already removed his shirt and there was a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. He had considerately positioned himself between two of the hidden cameras. Parker took Stacey over to him and showed her how to run her hands over the man's muscular chest.

"Oh my sir, you're huge and I've never seen so many tattoos," Stacey drawled in her weird accent. "Oh my God!"

Stacey's hands flew to her mouth as Parker pulled down Lance's shorts, releasing his massive member. Parker knelt down and put her nose against the purple cock head. Stacey copied.

"You're right Stacey, it's enormous. I can barely believe it and I've seen it before. I've never seen a tattooed dick either. Most boys your age are a quarter the size. Follow me again. We start at the base and slowly lick up until we get to the head, where we lick along the ridge and then the pee hole. Salty isn't it? It's called precum. Finally we open our mouth, relax and let it slide in....."

Parker took six inches and was glad she had not eaten much, as she felt herself retch. She relaxed and took two inches more, then drew up taking a quick breath and slid down again.

She withdrew her mouth with a pop and had Stacey try. Stacey was shaking with convincing trepidation. She just about got Lance's glans penis in her mouth before she started coughing and spluttering. She apologized to the man for her inexperience.

"Don't worry, precious," laughed Marcia, "When you've had as much practice as Parker, you'll still find Lance pretty big.

Parker had Stacey perch on the edge of the table and spread her legs. She set about licking up and down Stacey's little slit and slowly inserted one and then two fingers. Neither Lance nor Marcia noticed the little capsule that she held between the finger tips.

"Oh Parker, that feels so good," Stacey gasped, "But we shouldn't. We're related."

"Shit, girl," laughed Lance, "It ain't like she's gonna get you pregnant and cousins don't really count."

Parker opened a condom packet then popped the prophylactic into her mouth. She wrapped her glossy lips around his tool again and bobbed five times. Lance's cock emerged from Parker's mouth neatly draped in latex.

"Right Stacey, enough cock teasing. Lance has come here to pop your cherry and his good wife wants to watch him do it. Hold the bottom of his shaft with your hand. Christ, you can't get your fingers all he way round. Now squat slowly and press the head against your pussy lips. That's it. Deep breaths. Bend your knees more. Good girl. I know it hurts, but you're becoming a woman."

Inch by inch Stacey lowered her petite body onto the straining rod. Lance's face was contorted in a grimace of triumph. Marcia was both thrilled and jealous. The tiny freckled girl was clearly in a lot of pain and Marcia was reminded of how hurting Parker had made her come so hard. She pushed Parker out of the way and got as close as she could to her husband's groin. Marcia slapped one of her own buttocks and Parker understood that she was required to do some servicing. She applied her lips and tongue dutifully to Marcia's cunt, hardly an onerous task compared to what Stacey was doing. In fairness to Marcia, her genital hygiene had improved and Parker sucked her rock hard clit and fingered her with three fingers.

Lance's lack of concern at Stacey crying was captured for posterity, as was Stacey begging him to stop, before her virginal pussy split. Marcia stood up, moved behind Stacey and restrained her with one arm, whilst putting her hand over Stacey's mouth. Lance announced his impending orgasm, and then sighed.

Stacey was allowed to dismount and fell to her knees clutching her belly, her breath coming in short sobs. Parker helped her "cousin" to her feet and gasped at the fake blood running down Stacey's legs. The older man and woman laughed and did another line each. Parker led Stacey over to the outside shower and washed her down. She had Stacey touch her toes, whilst Parker did an inspection.

"It's OK honey, he's just popped your cherry. Your vagina looks fine, if a bit stretched. It will ache for a couple of days and you're going to be walking a bit bow legged. You go and lie on one of the sun loungers and get your breath back."

Parker was hoping that the swingers would be happy with a quick fuck and then go home. Mr Collins's lance was still pointing skyward. He did not want to admit it, but it was starting to hurt and he needed to do a piss. Marcia's clit was also aching a bit and had developed as permanent an erection as her husband's organ. Taking four times the normal dose of Viagra had a predictable effect on their genital erectile tissue. Neither of them was used to such high purity cocaine. This had the effect of constricting their blood vessels even further and seriously clouding their judgement.

Marcia might have read Stacey's plot, as she laid herself on her back and had Parker sit on her face. Marcia licked too hard and again bit Parker's clit. Parker winced and faked a convincing orgasm. Certainly good enough to fool Marcia, who masturbated herself to another climax. Still her clit would not go down and she had Parker reverse positions and lowered her swollen sodden pussy onto the girl's talented tongue. She gasped as Parker slipped a slim finger up her ass, which she used to rub Marcia's G-spot. As another orgasm crashed through Marcia's pelvis, she looked up and hoped that Parker's neighbour never went up to his attic.

"You teenagers have such tight little bods and such tasty pussies. Parker you smell gorgeous. Just sniffing your box makes me wet. My clit normally goes soft after I've come, but it's still hard as rock and exquisitely tender. Mind you I've never had such hot sex."

Stacey appeared re energised and took Marcia by the hand. She sat the woman down on one of the chairs, out of view of all the cameras. Marcia spread her legs willingly. Stacey licked her index finger, dipped it into the bowl of cocaine and rubbed the powder onto Marcia's clit. With her fingers Stacey pulled the hood back as far as she could until the clitoris looked like a little circumcised penis. Then she bit down as hard as she could, only stopping when she tasted blood in her mouth. Stacey rubbed a little more powder onto Marcia's clit.

"How does that feel, ma'am?"

"Much better child, it's all numb and tingly."

Stacey next took Marcia over to Lance. The head of his penis had developed an unhealthy blue tinge. Stacey gave it a lick and Lance grimaced. Stacey had Marcia lower herself onto Lance's priapic pole and she was soon riding him furiously, reverse cowgirl. 

"That's it ma'am... and sir. You show us young 'uns how to do it properly. Parker come over here, honey."

Stacey climbed onto the table and stuck her little butt into the air. Parker put a little mound of coke onto each freckled cheek and Marcia and Lance leaned over to snort. Parker was getting worried. She did not really want the rampant pair to have heart attacks. Stacey just stood up, put her hands behind her back and flashed her most innocent smile.

The local anaesthetic effect on Marcia's clit was wearing off, but her lust addled brain truly confused pleasure and pain. Marcia had her first ever multiple orgasm. The pain from her nipples only seemed to intensify the rush, as both girls bit down hard on the rubbery flesh.

Marcia dismounted and flopped into a chair. Lance was sweating profusely and staring at his cock in horror. He had not come and it was as stiff as ever. Marcia waved imperiously at Parker.

"Bring us more beer, girl. No, two bottles each. That usually has a marked deflationary effect on Lance's tool and I'm gasping."

The alcohol went straight to their heads. And bladders. They waddled into the house and soon a scream emanated from the bathroom, as Marcia washed her tender clit with hot urine. Their followed much cursing, both soprano and baritone. Parker and Stacey sipped their beers and smiled. The older, but hardly happy couple duly emerged and slouched down. 

Parker and Stacey knelt down and contemplated Lance's stubbornly erect pulsating purple penis. Marcia chugalugged another beer, and then lit a spliff.

"I reckon," Parker said, her voice full of concern, "That your massive organ isn't going to go down whilst it's full of cum. Let's all go over to the loungers. Little Stacey here doesn't believe that women ever do anal, despite her brother telling her that he wants to fuck her ass off. Just to show that I have no hard feelings from last time, I would be honoured if you, Mr Collins would fuck my ass off. Marcia please come and commentate. I love dirty talk. Stacey, you can look and learn. After you have lubed Lance's cock. No, a lot more than that, girl.

Parker walked over to the loungers on tip toe, her round tanned ass wiggling alluringly. She climbed onto lounger number 4, put her head down and thrust her bottom as high as she could. She held her cheeks apart with her hands.

Marcia's inhibitions had well and truly left.

"Hey Lance baby, just look at the little whore's chocolate starfish. It's opening already. Let me have a good lick. Oh yeah, listen to the whore moan. I wonder if she's got a turd in there, this time. Lookey, I've got two fingers in, to the knuckle. Feels pretty empty. And red hot. Let me guide you in. That's it. Now fuck the bitch hard. Make her as sore as you did last time.




Parkers Progress Ch. 05



Parker took long slow breaths and relaxed, taking Lance's full length. It hurt, the way anal sex always hurt, but not as bad as the previous time. Lance had accidentally found the angle that hurt Parker least. He tried to pick up the pace but developed pains in his chest. He was feeling faint and his bladder was on the brink of exploding. He just wanted to go home and do a piss. He concentrated on the girl's evident beauty and on Marcia's foul mouthed commentary. He thought of the idiots who drank in his speeches. What would they think if they could see him sodomizing a fresh faced teenager, whilst his own wife shouted encouragement? The stupid bastards would probably jerk themselves off and want to join in. That was enough to make him come. As his balls contracted he withdrew and shot a huge jet of jism, which landed in the bitch's hair. He felt like a porn star.

Parker's mind had been wandering and she had almost dissociated from the sex act that was being inflicted upon her. She thought of Dominic, the shy boy at College. He would not take her up the ass. She smiled as she wondered what their children would look like. All she needed to do was to get the geeky idiot to ask her out on a date. Parker was brought back to reality by her "There's Something About Mary" moment and Lance collapsing down on top of her. Eventually she escaped and turned to lick her last ever shitty cock. Marcia had beaten her to it. Lance was telling her to stop as it was hurting so much. He was still stiff as a board and deathly pale.

Parker nipped into the house and came back with a pillow case full of ice. This made no impact upon Lance's malfunctioning member and he eventually demanded that Marcia drive him home. She agreed to meet Parker at the dealership next morning, very early and hand over the keys to the Prius.

As soon as the Corvette started up, Stacey grabbed her pre-prepared change of clothes, a small white T-shirt and short shorts. She pulled on her sneakers and raced out of the yard, before Parker had even got one foot into her own shorts.

When she returned, ten minutes later, Parker was looking worried. Stacey had removed her fake braces and beamed at her friend.

"Don't worry, honey. I just ran to the gas station and used their payphone. I could swear that I saw a blue vintage Corvette driving erratically down your street. So I did my civic duty and rang the cops."

"You didn't."

"Sure did, girlfriend. That bitch has to be well over the limit. Talking of which, we'll have another beer after we visit your neighbour.

Mr Frazer opened his front door and was most surprised to see the two teenage girls beaming at him. Parker and her little friend were wearing shorts and tight white T-shirts. He could not help but stare at Parker's erect nipples.

The tiny girl with the freckles produced her hand from behind her back. She was holding a cell phone. On its screen was the number nine.

"Hi, Mr Frazer," Parker burbled, "We would like to copy some files from your computer."

He stared at her. The short girl produced the cell again. She had added a one. Frazer sneered at the little whores.

"Fuck off."

The cell appeared again. It said "911" and Stacey's thumb was on the send button.

"Do you think you can blackmail me? Stupid little sluts. I dare you. Call the cops and explain your depraved romp."

"Call it what you like, sir," said Brooke, her tone more serious now, "But we were having a private party. You have broken the law by filming us, without permission. We do not have any prior convictions. You do. We checked. Thirty years ago you were convicted of statutory rape. I am pretty sure that the cops will not like the porn on your hard disk. No sir."

Mr Frazer swung a fist at Parker. She ducked and Stacey produced her other hidden hand and sprayed Mace into the man's eyes.

Parker played left back for UC Merced. Their back four were impenetrable. They had finished second in the league the previous season, despite only winning twice. They had not conceded a single goal. Parker had scored all their four goals. She was a spot kick specialist and truly did "Bend it like Beckham". She usually only kicked one ball at a time. She duly applied her free-kick technique to Mr Frazer's testicles. The girls bundled the gasping man back into his hallway. Parker tied his arms and knelt on his back. Stacey nipped into his study and harvested what she needed. She left him a present; a nasty little virus, which would turn his PC into a brick. She removed his back up disks too.

Parker loosened Mr Frazer's bonds before the girls left. Stacey leaned down and hissed in his ear.

"You filmed Parker being raped by her own father, you sick bastard. I haven't counted the number of times. Yet. You know how old she is and how old she was. The images are date stamped. You might only get eight years, I reckon. We were never here. Capiche?"

Parker was shaking by the time they got home. She helped Stacey remove the surveillance equipment and box it up. One of Stacey's lovers was a P.I. and the equipment was fair exchange for the background checks she had done for Stacey.

Parker was surprised to get a call from her mother. She had been delayed in Vegas and would not be home until the next morning. Her voice was indistinct, which she explained was due to an emergency trip to the dentist. The local had not worn off. Parker was not too concerned as it meant another glorious night of passion with Stacey.

Parker had arranged to meet Marcia at the dealership, early on Monday morning. Marcia had the keys. She arrived by taxi, looking tired and green and sporting a thick lip. Parker was wearing a light blue halter neck dress which showed off her broad shoulders and strong legs beautifully. Parker followed Marcia to her office. Parker jingled as she walked.

Marcia cocked her head.

"What's that noise?"

Parker licked her shiny lips.

"It's a surprise."

Marcia booted up her PC. Parker handed over her driver's license and a provisional insurance document. Marcia looked perplexed.

"Parker dear, you have taken out insurance on the wrong model. You will pay far too much."

Parker climbed onto the desk, on all fours and got really close to Marcia.

"I think Marcia dear," she purred, "That I have earned a brand new Prius. I've brought something for you."

Parker wiggled her butt and jingled again. She put her head on the desk and looked back over her shoulder. She wiggled and jingled a bit more.

Marcia was intrigued, so she walked around the desk and took in the familiar vista of Parker's tanned thighs, pussy and ass. A thin chain emerged from Parker's twat. Attached to it was a tiny bell. Parker wiggled and jingled. Marcia pulled on the chain. Out came a condom wrapped around a USB flash drive. She sniffed and her pussy flooded as she drew in Parker's gorgeous aroma. Marcia's clit was still erect and it ached just a little bit more. Marcia returned to her desk and Parker perched on the edge of her desk, now naked apart from her sneakers. She crossed her legs like a secretary in a porn film.

Marcia plugged in the flash drive. It contained a single media file. The monitor had built in speakers. The sound was tinny, but quite audible. Marcia looked at her husband making one of his fire and brimstone speeches. Just when he got to the moral decline of a society awash with pedophiles, the video cut to his penis filling Stacey's mouth. She gagged then let go, declaring that he was just too big for her first blowjob. She enquired as to whether her age was a problem for him. No, Lance replied, the younger the better. Fade to Stacey lowering her pussy onto Lance's tattooed penis and crying with pain.

Cut to Lance demanding the death penalty for drug dealers. Fade to an incredibly clear close up of Lance snorting a fine white powder and declaring it "hot shit."

Next Lance was thundering that homosexuals should be forced to have psychiatric treatment. In prison if necessary. Fade to Marcia screaming in ecstasy as she ground her pussy into Parker's face.

Cut to Lance's infamous sodomite speech. Fade to a slow motion shot of Lance's penis sliding into, then out of Parker's anus. The scorpion tattoo was unmistakable, followed by Mr Frazer's excellent pull shot and close up of Lance's face, contorted with ecstasy.

Marcia had gone pale. Parker put her own dress back on and put her head close to the older woman's ear.

"You are Lance's second wife. He paid a heavy divorce settlement to his first. I think she deserved the money, considering how many of her bones he had broken. He paid a lot of people to keep quiet... You are the manager here and Lance gives you lots of pocket money... Thank you for buying me the brand new, white Prius in the showroom... Extended warranty and free insurance?... Oh you're too kind."

Marcia didn't move.

Parker grabbed Marcia's lapels and pulled her vest coat down, trapping her arms. She slid her hand into Marcia's bra, grasped her right nipple, then squeezed and twisted. Marcia screamed. There was nobody in the building to hear her. Parker let go and rearranged Marcia's clothes. The bitch was crying and Parker felt a pang of guilt. She found some tissues and handed them to Marcia.

"I'm sorry. Hurts doesn't it? I think Lance would hurt you a hell of a lot more, if he found out. For the record, I don't like being hurt. I hate it up the ass. Your brother has a pencil dick. I'm leaving town this week. For good."

Marcia recomposed herself and set about completing the sale. Twenty minutes later Parker drove off in her $35,000 new automobile. Marcia was surprised that the girl was so cheap. Strangely she trusted Parker not to come back for more.

Parker could not believe how easy it had been. She had committed a major felony and felt a degree of guilt. Revenge was not that sweet after all. The Ellisons had a triple garage and there were two spare spots to park the Prius, as her mother had taken the Mustang to Vegas.

Parker just happened to be looking out of her bedroom window, at around noon. A large black limo pulled onto the drive. The driver got out and opened the door for a dark haired giant. Parker recognised him instantly. Goosebumps appeared on her arms. The two men walked around to the other passenger door and helped a woman from the car. She could barely stand. She looked like Parker's mom but her face was swollen, almost beyond recognition. Parker rushed to her parents' bedroom and dived under the lounger. Mitch Ellison was a paranoid man and indeed had good reason to fear the men for whom he worked. He kept a number of firearms secreted about the house. Parker had been taught how to use them. Mitch was too arrogant to consider that Parker might shoot him one day. Parker removed the revolver from its holster and popped the chamber. It was loaded with .357 magnum hollow points.

She heard the front door open and her bowels churned as she walked to the top of the stairs and peeped down. Shadows moved into the lounge. She crept down the stairs barefooted, the revolver held in both hands. Parker took a deep breath and stood in the doorway, the Colt Python held double handed, her legs set in the classical shooter's stance. Her mother was sat between the two black suited men. They had their backs to Parker. Parker coughed. The two men stood and turned. The large man's smile turned to an O. The shorter man's hand went to his jacket, then he seemed to think better of it as Parker took a bead on his chest.

The giant opened his arms, empty palms facing Parker.

"Parker Princess, it's so good to see you. I'm sorry if we startled you. That's a big gun, for a little girl. But you're not so little now, I see. Please forgive me, I have neglected you. Do you reckon you can shoot us both, before we draw?"

"Yes, Uncle Vinnie, I reckon I can," Parker croaked, "I have nothing to lose, even if I only kill one of you."

"Feisty girl. Good on you. You really would do it, I reckon. Rocco and I are going to remove our vests real slow and drop our holsters on the floor."

Parker's face was set in stone, but her voice had returned.

"And the ankle pieces." she commanded.

"Of course, sweetheart. I wish you no harm. In fact I am seriously considering offering you a job."

Parker sat down but did not let go of the gun. Her mom looked awful. Her usually immaculate clothes were in disarray, as was her hair. Her mouth was swollen and her left eye completely closed.

"Mom, what happened? Shall I call an ambulance?"

"I've already been to the E.R, honey. It's just bruising and a couple of broken ribs. This was done by professionals. Parker, you're father is dead. He fell from a tenth floor hotel window, having taken so much coke that he thought he had sprouted wings. Somebody must have cut it with Angel dust."

"But... when?" Parker spluttered.

"In about an hour's time," Francesca replied flatly, "That's why we went to Vegas and why he tried to buy you off. You clearly remember my brother Vincenzo. He has taken over the family. Your father was warned at Candace's funeral that, if he ever touched you he would pay dearly."

"But, I didn't tell," Parker whimpered.

Francesca managed a lop-sided smile.

"I know, sweety. I did." She pointed to her face. "This is for waiting four years. It's less than I deserve. I'm so sorry."

Parker put the revolver down, gestured for the two men to stand up and sat down next to her mom. They hugged for the first time in four years.

"It's alright Mom, I'm tougher than I look. I cannot hate any more. Uncle Vinnie, nice to see you again. See yourself out."