Drawing his face down to hers, she parted his lips with her sweet quivering tongue and, covering him with her hot, wet mouth, gently sucked and twirled her tongue around his.

"Oh, shit, Red, that was good," she whispered, holding his scarred, rugged face in her soft little sweaty hands.

Lying side by side in each other's arms, she gently caressed his soft, wet dick between her fingers. The stickiness of his flaccid cock sent a feeling of warm compassion surging through her body. Lowering her head, she placed the limp tool into her warm wet mouth, sucking and swallowing the tasty jizz that still clung to his flaccid rod.

She tan gently rolling his dick around her tongue and lips when the stillness of the room was shattered by her mother's shrieking voice.

"What the hell are you doin'?"

Looking up, she saw her mother's bloated face and mussed red hair looming above them. Quietly, Big Red got up and began to slowly dress while Libby sat up on the cot, avoiding her mother's eyes.

"Well," shouted her mother. "How long's this been goin' on?"

"Just today," whispered the girl.

"How much did he pay you?" her mother hissed.

"Nothin'," the girl answered.

"Nothing?" screamed her mother. "You mean you let this bastard screw you for nothing?"

"Yes," she answered. "I asked him to do it."

"You rotten little slut," her mother hissed. "Don't you ever give it away again. If a fuckin' man is horny, make him pay for it. There ain't a man in the world worth givin' it to!"

"For Christ sake," interrupted Big Red. "Get off the kid's ass."

"Shut up, you stinkin' bastard!" she yelled at the man. "I'm not bringin' her up to be a fuckin' chippy that gives it away!"