With one hand he pulled at the gray cloth between his legs.

The bikers were looking at each other, confused, but not wanting to admit it. Ape, leaning against the wall with his palm flat, moved away, then leaned back, this time on his fist. His rings clicked brick.

Maria must have opened her eyes then—she jerked up on her elbows. The guy on her lifted his blond head from between her legs, grinning and glistening, eyes to chin.

Mr. Alvarez’s fly rasped.

“Two more minutes and I’ll be finished with her, Pops. Then she’s all yours.” The blond guy started to go down on her again, but Mr. Alvarez caught him by his hair and yanked his face up. “How you like my little girl’s pussy, ’ey?” Mr. Alvarez bent real close. “How you like it?”

“Hey, watch it, Pops—!”

One biker started forward.

Another made a gesture with his chin that stopped him.

Mr. Alvarez turned him loose, staggered a step away. It took him about ten seconds to get his cock out of his pants; he grinned at it.

Rat was still beating on his dick and staring. “Is that really her old man, I mean her daddy?”

“Yeah!” Chico had his, sort of hidden, in both tattooed hands.

“Oh, shit—!” Above me, Hawk was grinning. He pulled out my mouth and turned to watch.

Mr. Alvarez stepped over Maria, one shoe on the mattress, one on the floor. “What you think of this, hey?” He hit his upcurved cock with the side of his hand. It swung side-to-side. “You gonna take this? You gonna take it?”

He squatted down.

“Goddamn, Pops—!” That was the blond guy. Mr. Alvarez had almost sat on his head.

The blond kneeled back on the floor, scowling and rubbing his naked chest inside his leather vest.

Mr. Alvarez was fumbling it in and trying to kiss her. His shoe kept scraping on the cement by the mattress. Maria’s hands kept moving on, under, and around her father’s shoulders, but you couldn’t really tell if she was trying to push him off, but was scared to; or hold him on, but was scared of that too. Then, escaping between their butting faces, I heard her high, hiccuppy giggle, a moment later stifled by his tongue. Her bent knees sagged and recovered at his sides as he began to hunch and grunt.

“—shit …!” from Rat.

I got down on the floor and caught the bruised head of his cock in my mouth and five fists in the face, before Rat realized I was trying to suck him. When I took it all the way to the red crotch hairs sticking through the zipper, he nearly lost his balance.

“Oh, shit …!” he whispered, squatting, his knuckles on the floor. “Look at daddy fuck on his little spic bitch!” Seven more thrusts spilled Rat’s load.

I kept sucking; but he didn’t mind.

Big Chico grunted behind me. I felt something pull the seat of my pants; and rip. I looked back. Grinning, Chico pushed his knife into his boot sheath. I could feel cold air on my buttocks; then, Chico’s hands.