Crap-Wad

Naturally, it thrilled me to hear that my son' 'despised' Suzanne, though that wouldn't have happened had an adult bookstore not opened a week earlier, with me checking it out one Tuesday night when she came in and bought “The Pearl”, a collection of lewd tales published during the Victorian era.

Once she had, I followed her into the store's lounge where I asked, 'Mind me sitting next to you?'


'No, I don't,' she crooned while ogling my crotch.

'I'm Wrulf.

'I'm Suzanne.'

'What are you reading?' I questioned her before perusing a page in the book, then: - 'This is almost as nasty as a Hustler Magaztine.'
'That's why I bought it. You see, I started rebelling against decency after leaving home in my 20's, since I was raised in a strict fundamentalist church and my father spanked me if he thought I was looking at boys,' she answered.

'You commit polytheistic blasphemy because the only gods you worship now are pricks, don't you?

'Yes, sir – and she blushed as Jay and Marcus walked in.

'Who's the triple-ditcher?' the latter crudely inquired.

'Suzanne.'

'Wow, you're cuter than a bug in a rug, honey!' Jay smirked, followed by him reaching under her short dress and slashing 2 fingers into her bowels.


'Eeeh!' she exclaimed before he withdrew his digits, thrust them into her mouth and snarled, 'Taste your self, crap-wad!'

'Yo' mama's a crap-wad, too!' my swarthy friend interjected.


'How can you say that?' Suzanne protested.

'The shitty truth, hurts, doesn't it?' Jay responded.

'Yes, it does.'

'Fortunately, you have neither pride nor honor,' I said while Marcus unzipped his jeans and brushed his 14-inched tool across her lips.

'Plug her empty head!' Jay urged while the hunk shafted his cock into her gullet.

'Choke!' he rumbled.

In bit, he discarded her throat and spat all over her face.

'Suffer my buddy's contempt!' Jay crowed, then spun her around and aimed his 9-inched pecker into her vag.

However, getting screwed in public embarrassed her, not that Marcus, Jay and I gave a damn.

My only regret was that complete strangers weren't observing us reviling her.

Ten minutes later, Marcus wasted his seed into Suzanne's mouth and Jay her vag.

After that, I clutched her tresses and dragged her into the video-arcade.

I ripped her clothes off, shoved her into a booth and selected 'The Gangbang Girl 29' featuring Belladonna, with disbelief overwhelmimg Suzanne since the smut-queen was rimming 12 guys in the movie.

'I wish that disgusting pig was my daughter!' I'd scarcely chuckled when a male star called Belladonna a 'rancid, fucking whore!'

'Ohhh, myyy gaaawwwd!' Suzanne shrieked.

'Does rancid equal vile? Marcus asked her.

'Yes!'

'God ought to curse you!' Jay yelled into her ear.

'Yes, sir,' she whispered.

'Don't harm the evil witch and you're welcome to bash her,' I told Marcus and Jay.

'Hell, yeah!' the youngster shouted as he roughly sank his weapon into her dung-pussy while Marcus started pounding her snatch.

'Tear me apart!' she moaned through an orgasm.

Nonetheless, Jay and Marcus obliged her until they unloaded in their respective orifices.

And it amused me to see their wads dripping to the floor.

'Shall we marry the scum-bag?' I grinned.

'Sure,' Jay agreed.

'Not unless she turns tricks,' Marcus replied.

'Absolutely, you dirty, little hooker,' Jay said.

At that point, a white customer happened to appear and paid the harlot $5 to suck his dick.

Next, we accompanied her to my house and forced her again.

Needless to mention, though, Suzanne could hardly wait for the wedding.