on them with the idea of obtaining a clue as to my daughter's whereabouts.
The conversation I overheard had the effect of answering questions I had been asking myself for days, while at the same time raising a legion of entirely new ones.
'What time are you supposed to meet Gwen today?' the kid whose name I didn't know asked Billy.
'Around four,' Billy answered. 'She's going to be on the road all day.'
The road? Where was she traveling on a hot summer day like this one in those scanty clothes she was wearing?
'That Gwen is really far-out,' the other kid said.
'Yeah,' Billy sighed, 'she never says no to anybody. She's really got balls.'
'Don't you mind Gwen using you for a cover-up for what she's doing?' Billy's companion wanted to know.
'Naw, why should I?'
My feet started moving backward as I recoiled with shock. The mystery was starting to clear up with the impact of a punch to the jaw. However, being a glutton for punishment, I lingered just long enough to have my suspicions definitely confirmed.
'Does she make it with everybody who picks her up?' Billy's friend asked.
'The horny little bitch can't get enough,' Billy laughed.
Instinctively I looked at my watch. It wasn't even noon yet. There was still plenty of time before the four o'clock deadline.
By the time I'd reached my car, I knew exactly what was what. Gwen's sex-life was so promiscuous she didn't even want her brother to know the truth. The stuff she'd told Ted about Billy Preston was merely a cover-up for something far more shocking than a little experimentation. As hard as it was to accept, my daughter was spending her days hitchhiking for sex.
The instant I turned the key in the ignition and the motor rumbled, I knew what I was going to do. If Gwen's rendezvous with Billy was at four, I had several hours to track her down.
All I had to do was drive and keep my eyes peeled – sooner or later I was confident I'd find her. When I stopped to give her a ride, the little slut would get the surprise of her life.
It didn't take long. A sixth sense directed me to the outskirts of the city where a multitude of gas stations meant that rides would be easy to get. She was standing several hundred feet from a station, looking sexy as hell in her cut-off jeans and tight t-shirt. Even through the hazy smog, she stood out. I stopped several hundred feet in front of her so she wouldn't recognize the family car right away. Honking the horn like I was ready to play her game, I slumped down in the seat so she couldn't tell if I was a man or a woman.
She got right up to the door before she got wise. Then, with a kind of perverse satisfaction, I watched her eyes bug out of her pretty little head when she realized what was happening.
She started to run forward, but I drove the car right along beside her. When she switched direction, I just threw it into reverse. I was determined not to let her get away.
Finally she gave up. However, if I thought she was defeated, I was wrong. Her expression quickly changed from a confused girl's to a hardened woman's.
By the time she got in, I felt like I was the one on the defensive. 'Okay, Mom,' she snapped, slamming the door behind her, 'if you wanna give me a ride, you're gonna have to do things my way.'
'W-what's that supposed to mean?' I stammered nervously, having second thoughts about all this. All of a sudden I wondered if I had bit off more than I could chew.
'Start driving and I'll show you,' she coolly replied.
When I hesitated, she slammed her foot down on mine, sending the accelerator to the floor. The car lurched forward and it was all I could do to keep from avoiding an accident. It was several seconds and several near collisions later before I was able to look her way again.
'Well, how do you like that?' she said smugly. She had removed the t-shirt and I was looking straight at her bare tits.
I was speechless. By the time I regained my equilibrium two more wrecks had been narrowly avoided.
'Pretty neat tits, huh, Mom?' My daughter grinned at me. To emphasize the frankness of her statement she had her hands cupped under them, pushing them out from her chest. The nipples were erect.
'I… I don't know what to say,' I stuttered shakily.
'Maybe this'll give you some ideas,' she leered, dropping her hands to her waist.
In an instant the cut-off jeans were open and sliding down around her honey-colored thighs. The triangle of her pubic floss was there for me to see.
While I kept driving, she kicked the shorts off altogether and parted her legs, putting an ankle on the dashboard for a maximum spread. Her pussy was so open I could look right up into her body.
But it was whiter in there than the customary pink. My nostrils flared from an immediate fishy odor.
'How do you like the smell?' she asked.
There was no way I could ignore it, of course. It smelled like an open can of tuna that somebody had left out in the sun.
'It's cum,' she stated matter-of-factly. 'I've already been fucked by six guys today and haven't had a chance to get to a john yet and clean myself out. Pretty raunchy, huh, Mom?'
I looked away, knowing now that the whiteness choking my daughter's cunt was the congealing sperm of a half-dozen strange men. However, she was not willing to accept my timidity and snagged a big glob of it and thrust it in my face.
Coughing from the reek, I temporarily lost control of the wheel and just missed a truck coming from the opposite direction. The danger she had caused didn't seem to bother Gwen in the least. While the horns were blaring, she smacked her lips and calmly sucked the jizz from her fingers like she was eating a melted candy bar.
'I've fucked so many guys already today,' she said after we were safe, 'that I was hoping a woman would pick me up this time. There's nothing like a pair of tits and a nice soft pussy after all those hard, hairy cocks. Know what I mean, Mom?'
I tried to react as though she were speaking a foreign language and I didn't understand a word she was saying – but, of course, it was no use. Her beautiful naked body spoke volumes that I could not ignore.
Then, to make matters worse, she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her wide-open legs. Suddenly I was feeling her cunt, and it was as wet as it looked.
Now she closed her thighs so I could not get my hand free, even if I should want to. 'Finger-fuck me,' she ordered, 'or I'll put my foot on the gas again, and this time I'll kill us.'
Feeling I had no choice, I extended my index finger into the gooey mass of her twat. Despite the swamp of male cum that drenched her box, the tightness I felt inside was incredible. Her pussy muscles were in perfect tune, and she knew just how to use them.
We drove like this for several miles. Gradually two other fingers joined the first in her snatch and I was moving them. From the way she moaned it obviously hit the spot for her.
'There!' she exclaimed when a dirt road appeared ahead of us. 'Turn off there and drive into those trees so we can really get down to business. I'm so hungry for some pussy I could scream.'
The spot she'd picked was completely isolated.
Anything we did there would be just between us. The privacy was a turn-on in itself.
A cool breeze was blowing from the south and there was soft grass on the ground. In other words, it was a perfect location for love-making.
Gwen's toughness seemed to fade when we got put of the car. There was no denying that she was an exceptionally beautiful girl. With the peaceful backdrop of nature softening our confrontation, I began to feel erotic eagerness build within me to uncontrollable proportions.
She detected this and began to undress me. I was too far gone to resist.
Soon she had me stripped and was fondling my tits. Her knee had forced its way between my thighs and was pressing against my pussy. Expertly, she stoked my sensual fires until I was breathless and my heart was beating like a jungle drum.
Gradually we slumped to the grass. By the time we were lying side by side, she was no longer doing all the work. It was I who initiated the first kiss, and it was a long, deep one with my wriggling tongue stuck down her
