Penny had lived on the street for almost seven years. It wasn't that she didn't have anywhere else to go, but she simply preferred it to the difficult environment she'd had to put up with for eleven years living at home with her mom and step-dad. They were both strange people, she didn't really enjoy their company, and they refused to let her stay with her Dad.
Eventually she had just decided to leave. Her real dad lived halfway across the country, and though she had some great and wonderful daydreams about re-uniting with him, maybe even be accepted into his home and heart, she couldn't afford it and in a way, preferred the freedom which living on the streets gave her.
It was her eighteenth birthday. Her friends had put together some cash to buy her a new fleece-lined jacket and even a big shake'm'up meal from the local takeaway. She had grown accustomed to surviving by eating half-munched, discarded burgers, and a big greasy hot meal was heavenly in her stomach. Michael, a guy who could only be described as her boyfriend, hugged his arms around her and patted her tiny, usually-empty flat belly.
"You fill that belly of yours up, you don't know when it's going to get some real food in it again."
"If you can call this real food." She grinned.
"Tonight I'll fill it up with something else."
He bit her earlobe lightly. She nodded and sucked back a thick-shake. After a while her speed-freak friends raced out of the family restaurant and she and Michael grabbed what leftovers they could carry and followed. The air outside was cold, and she was thankful for the new jacket. She hugged herself into it and finished off a small burger and her drink, then tossed it all in the bin.
Michael grabbed her and pulled her back into the darkness of one of the familiar side streets. He looked her over. Her chest was almost disappearing in the new jacket, so he pulled it down over her shoulders and revealed her tight unclean body-shirt underneath bulging with her breasts and her swollen, full, hard belly. He ran his hands over her body, lifting her up off the ground a little bit, his huge palms pressing hard into her underarms. He groaned, already hot for her. He pressed his hands into her breasts, her nipples feeling the cold, and kissed her mouth hungrily, tasting the salt and grease on her lips. She kissed him back, albeit reluctantly.
Michael was a good guy, he was nice and all, but there was no attraction for her. He was barely a year older than her and could be extremely immature at times, especially during sex. She didn't want to upset him by pushing him away - ever - as he was her only protector and everyone knew him to be a good fighter. So each time she grit her teeth to bare the brunt of his fucking.
"Mmmm baby your tits are aching for me." He muttered, and massaged Penny's sore chest heavily. She moaned and let him maul her body for a while.
"Grab my cock..." He whispered, and kissed her neck, his wet tongue sliding over her skin. She could feel his teeth grazing her flesh too, and it sent rivulets of panic through her. He bit her sometimes, leaving marks and scars, drawing blood. It was nothing too serious, but the pain was always unwanted.
She reached down between his legs and undid his trousers and he moaned approvingly. She pulled his cock out and started rubbing it hard. He was moaning and breathing on her neck and then against her mouth. He started speaking filthy words into her mouth.
"Ohh fuck! Your cunt is aching for me, isn't it? For my huge fat cock to ram up into you so hard it hurts. Isn't it?"
He grabbed her belt buckle and pulled her jeans down quickly, ripping them down to her ankles so he could lift her small body up against the wall and duck beneath them, then wrap her legs around his waist.
Michael shoved his hand deep between her legs, where it was warm and dry.
He prodded his inexpert fingers around her pussy, dipping two deep into her hole and fucking her dry for a while. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, his mouth still breathing expletives and unrepeatable language into her throat.
"Mmmm," He moaned and removed his hand, replacing it with his cock-head. He wiped his cock up and down over her pussy lips, then tried to push it up deeper. Her body betrayed how she was feeling - too uninterested. Penny tried to will her pussy muscles open, but it was obvious she wasn't at all turned on by his display of speed. Not that it had stopped him before and she grit her teeth knowing that it wouldn't stop him this time either. He forced his cock into her tight, dry hole and started pumping. His own juice lubricated her slightly and the aching subsided eventually. He shoved her up against the cold brick wall and ramming his cock into her pussy. She felt his thrusting grating her shoulders against the brick wall. He fucked her until he came. His seed spilled out on the alley way ground as he pulled out of her. She sighed and smiled at him. His skin was blotchy and she kissed his cheek.
"Mmmm baby." He grinned, pleased with himself.
She cleaned herself up while he waited, then they continued on their way back to the building where they were squatting.
Penny was quiet for the rest of the night. She could still feel the ache in her groin from Michael's light-hearted assault, and wanted to be alone. Her seventeenth birthday had been one of the better ones but she had decided that she didn't want to spend her eighteenth on the street.
When everyone was sleeping, she got up and crept out of the building. The street outside was quieter, but still littered with street whores and crack-heads. It wasn't a great site, and though she'd grown accustomed to it all, a professional street-kid, she wanted to go home.
Home to her Dad. Home to a warm bed and a hot meal every night.
She started walking.
It took her three weeks to cross the border, and once she was out of the state it was easier to hitch a ride across country. She had some money, not much, but enough to buy some clean, warm clothes. The hospitality from the truck-drivers was unbelievable, to say the very least. Some gave her a little bit of cash, some shouted her full meals in roadside diners, and some even paid for a room for her to sleep in for a night or two. In return she was pleased that only two of the guys out of about nine, asked for a blow-job, and after her years serving Michael, these guys were pretty easily pleased. The generosity of strangers raised her spirits and she made it across the country, a good four states, in just over two months.
Finally, Penny stood before the front door, her heart quickening when she saw a light on inside. It was nearly nine at night, and the moon gave off only a faint glow. But the porch light turned on as she moved to ring the doorbell. Two months of hitch-hiking and walking across country would now come to an end. It would either pay off, or she would have to get used to living on the streets of a new, unfamiliar city.
The doorbell gave a high-pitched shrill shriek and she could see someone moving around inside. The door opened, and her eyes fell upon the familiar body of her Daddy for the first time in almost six years.
"Oh my... God, Penny?" He gasped.
She started crying and he lunged forward to hug her in a giant embrace. A huge bear hug enfolded her small, tired body. She felt his arms around her, mammoth and warm, and she knew everything was going to be alright.
"Heaven!" She screamed.
He laughed.
"Absolute fucking heaven!"
