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 Selling It
Book Eight

To the Nerds at the

Convention
By Amanda Clover
@amandasmut
This book and all its contents are copyright 2020 by Amanda Clover.
All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for
the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a
work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is
coincidental.
 Professional Wrestling

Mr. Bushwick had a body covered in a gorilla’s worth of dark hair, he

was making a face like someone was stepping on his balls, making
sounds like a gorilla that was having its balls stepped on, and
fucking the brains of my head with his magnificent cock. He was
squatting atop my bent legs. I think they call that move a mating
press on porn sites where they keep track of things like that. I don’t
know if that was the right name, but the position allowed him to
bounce on my body, his cock pushed almost vertically into my pussy,
his powerful thighs working as he held my bent legs by my ankles.
“OOoooohhhhh, Mr. Bushwick!” I cried, driving closer and closer to
another orgasm by his pounding cock. This one was going to be
even bigger than my first orgasm, which he drove into me with his
thick fingers and sucked out of me with his mouth on my clit.
The only downside to being fucked senseless by Mr. Bushwick was
that he insisted on using these weird ribbed condoms that were
slathered in spermicidal lubricant that smelled like someone had lit a
garden hose on fire. Also, he was dripping sweat all over my tits, but
I could deal with it as he made my knees slam into my plush breasts
and he rode his cock even harder in and out of my stretched
teenage pussy.
“So good,” he cried. “Oh, I am so close! You make me feel so good,
Payton!”
Mr. Bushwick was an Olympic wrestler. He had medals and
everything that he kept in a safe in his basement. He put those skills
to use, bending my legs and contorting his own body to lean over
me and plant a gasping kiss to my lips. I could feel his cock swell
inside me. He was definitely about to cum.
“Pull it out,” I gasp. “I want you to cum…cum all over me. Cum on
my face, Mr. Bushwick!”
It was a rare treat for him. He’d paid me well for this bit of afternoon
delight and I wanted to give him a reason to drain his bank account
again. I also intended to ask him a major favor.
“Ahhhhhh!” He grunted against my lips like an animal, his breath hot
and his sweat smearing me. His weight suddenly lifted from me, his
muscular body straining as he reached for his cock and stripped off
the weird condom with a loud snap of stretching latex. He tossed it
aside, grabbed his purpling monster of a cock, and positioned it over
my face. I opened my mouth, stretching out my tongue and giving
him that practiced, blue-eyed look of adoration that has drained so
many loads from so many men.
“Cum for me, big boy,” I giggled, massaging his sweaty balls as he
stroked that beautiful cock.
Mr. Bushwick blasted me with a firehose of his spunk. It drenched
my face in thick splashes, covered my tongue, and dripped from my
chin to splatter my heaving breasts.
“Ohhhhhh! That’s it! Mmmmmm!” I finished my encouraging words
by engulfing his purple cockhead with my lips and sucking hard. He
cried out as I sucked the last of his cum into my mouth and
swallowed. He was panting and dripping sweat as he finally popped
his cock free of my lips and staggered back on the bed.
“Oh, Payton, you make me crazy,” he croaked, sinking down to his
knees on the bed. “I’m sorry if I…got carried away.”
I looked at him with one eye, the other shut tight and covered with
cum, as I pushed cum from my face into my mouth and spread his
spunk on my breasts. As I sucked my fingers clean, I moaned,
“Mmm! No, I like it rough from you, Mr. Bushwick. You’re so strong
and sexy. My big macho wrestler man. But can you do me a big
favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Could you get me a wet washcloth so I can open my other eye?” I
asked.
He chuckled and brought me a warm, wet washcloth. I cleaned off
my face and breasts and finally curled next to him on the bed. We
were in his dark, musty bedroom. It felt almost like a cave,
particularly with a rare summer rain darkening the day visible
through the blinds and pattering on the windows. He stroked one big
hand on my hip as I considered how to ask him for the real favor.
You see, I had a big problem. Menacing madam Miss Delilah and her
cruel bodyguard had made clear that I was all but out of business
unless I went to work for her, yet I needed to come up with a bunch
more money to finance my college career and my dad’s new car. I
had considered working for Mr. Lamont at his porno studio, Darkside
Productions, but I wanted to remain an independent agent as long
as possible. Miss Delilah was watching the park and the Chesapeake
hotel, so I’d just lost most of my income. If I was going to make the
money I needed then I had to find some new places to work. I also
needed some muscle to protect me.
That was where Mr. Bushwick came in. Thankfully, he provided an
opening for me to ask my favor.
“Is it hard to sell your body?” he asked. I could have taken offense
to the question, but I could tell by the way he was stroking my hip
that he meant it in the nicest way possible. Perhaps sensing he had
just stepped on a landmine, he quickly added, “I mean, you don’t
have to do it. You are a good student. You are going to college. Why
do this?”
“It can be hard, but it’s fun,” I said, looking up at him and teasing
my fingertips against the jungle of hair on his chest. “That’s the
main reason. And the pay is great. Or at least it was…”
“What happened?” he asked with fatherly concern in his voice.
Funny how a peeping tom can change gears once he cums.
“Well, I was just minding my own business, doing my own thing, and
this lady sends her thug after me to, well, rough me up,” I said. “She
wants me to work for her, but I’ll earn way less money than I did
before and I’ll have to do what she tells me. That’s not how I work.”
“Oh, no,” said Mr. Bushwick, turning to face me and stroking a lock
of hair from my face. “You know, you could quit working for the
summer. I could pay you with my money.”
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper. “But you don’t have enough money to
cover the shortfall. What you do have, other than this gorgeous
cock, are some real fighting skills. That’s something I could use.”
I squeeze his biceps and tease a kiss against his lips.
“How do you mean?” He asks.
“If I had you watching my back, I’d feel safe to go looking for work
somewhere else,” I suggest. “You’d have to go with me wherever I
go, but the job would have some nice perks.”
I rub my stiff nipples against his hair chest and tease my fingers
down his abdomen to the damp swell of his cock. I kissed him again,
settling the matter. Mr. Bushwick was going to become my
bodyguard. All I had to do was find a new place to sell it.
“Why would you ask me?” wondered Jasmine Hadad, the next day in
the cafeteria at Peach Valley High School. “I mean, why not just
keep fucking teachers here?”
“Shhhhhh,” I said, glancing around to be sure nobody had heard
what she said. “The teachers here tapped out pretty quickly. I mean,
I could earn fifty bucks here or there to blow a teacher or whatever,
it gets me out of class, but the deep pockets are empty. And if I
want to work here at the school it requires a lot of, um,
supplementary work.”
“Are you still fucking the principal?” She laughed.
“Not until Thursday,” I said. “I skipped last time and Principal Brown
caught me giving a handjob to Mr. Delaney in the teacher’s lounge.
Said if I don’t show up for our session this week he is going to run
me out of school.”
“What an asshole,” said Jasmine.
“Yeah,” I said, sucking my lime-flavored LaCroix through a straw.
“The point is, I’m running into diminished returns if jerking Mr.
Delaney off for the cash he had in his wallet yesterday earns me half
my morning in the principal’s office getting squeezed and fingered
and cummed on.”
“You are so nasty,” laughs Jasmine.
I rolled my eyes. “Please, you’ve heard worse from me before I
started doing this for a living.”
“I thought you were just doing this for college,” she said, narrowing
her eyes.
“It’s more complicated than that now,” I said. “You know what I
meant. Shut up. You’re not helping.”
“Sorry I’m not your manager,” she said and shrugged. “Maybe you
should talk to her.”
I think Jasmine was being sarcastic. She didn’t realize it was actually
a good idea. I needed to speak with my manager. Bonnie McCarthy’s
advice hadn’t gone so well with Miss Delilah, but maybe she had
better ideas about where to look for new customers.
It took two days, Bonnie was busy, but by Wednesday night I was
trussed up with silk ropes in Bonnie’s bedroom and being used as a
mewling piece of furniture. The things I go through to get advice.
“Lick!” she commanded, lightly spanking my clit with the riding crop
in her hands.
“Nnnnnhhhnnn,” I replied, tonguing the juicy folds of her cunt and
the fat bud of her clit. She squirmed her ass upon my face. She was
wearing riding breeches, tight against her shapely legs and pulled
down from her creamy buttocks and blushing mound as she sat on
me. She gave my clit another swat and I licked more urgently,
moaning and shifting in a way that caused the ropes binding my
breasts to cinch tighter.
“Ooooohhh, yes,” she gasped, bouncing against my face and
smothering me in her warm ass. “Mmmmmm…so you say you need
a new pool of customers. Oh, suck it, just there. Harder. I’m thinking
a naughty little sub like you would be a big hit at the right club.”
“Nnnnhnnhhn,” I replied, my words completely muffled by her pussy.
“Maybe not. But there are women like me who would put you to go
use. Not all of them would necessarily want you tied up either. I
know that can create complications for…ooooooOOooo…for…keep
sucking. Oh, you nasty girl! OhhhhhhHHH!”
She lost track of what she was saying and rode hard against my
face. The warm peach of her pussy spilled her nectar into my mouth,
shuddering forcefully enough that I felt her clenching orgasm above
my tongue. Her thighs quaked and her pleasure escaped her in
sharp gasps as if my tongue was ice quenching the fire of her cunt.
“Lesbian clubs,” she moaned, finally rolling next to me. “You should
try hanging out at the bars of lesbian clubs and selling it to lonely
women.”
She finally dismounted from my face and leaned over me to stroke
my face and give me a soft kiss on my panting lips.
“I know a lot of women that would pay good money for a night with
a girl like you, Payton,” she purrs. “If I can stand to share you with
them.”
“Mmmmm, maybe,” I reply against her lips.
“Maybe?” She jerks back as if offended. “Turn over! I’m going to
hogtie you, you little slut. My ass needs attention!”
Okay, so maybe her idea sucked. But once I’d thoroughly
worshipped her ass and had my pussy and ass fucked with dildos,
she let me go. That left me one more person to ask for advice.
“Of course, come in,” said Burt Becker. It had been a few days since
I had seen my heavyset boss. I’d even missed two shifts at the
Chesapeake out of fear of Miss Delilah and her gorilla of a
bodyguard. Burt was clearly happy to find me tapping on his door
late at night. He couldn’t even hide his grin as he stepped back from
the door to let me into his basement apartment in his mother’s
house.
Burt was dressed in a terrycloth robe and his pajamas. I could tell
from the TV that he was watching some sort of fantasy show and
had paused it to answer the door. His apartment looked better than
the last time I had been there. I’d given him some advice about
straightening it up and redecorating and he seemed to have listened.
It seemed less like a pervert’s bachelor pad and more like, well, not
quite a normal guy’s apartment, but like a nerd’s apartment instead
of a pervert’s flophouse.
“Where have you been?” asked Burt as he closed the door behind
me. “I thought you might have left town. You weren’t even replying
to my texts.”
“I’ve had a lot on my mind,” I said. “Sorry, Burt.”
I smoothed things over with him by sliding an arm around his back
and pressing my shapely body against his belly. He raised his
eyebrows as I leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. His hands
slipped around me and encircled the firm roundness of my buttocks.
Our kiss deepened, my lips parting as our tongues intertwined. I
could feel his cock plumping up in his pajama bottoms as his hands
began really squeezing my ass.
“Mmmmm, do you think I could get a drink?” I asked as I pulled
back from the kiss.
I wanted to get my question answered before Burt dragged me
down into a sweaty tangling in his bedroom. I knew I’d give in to his
desires. Like Bonnie, Burt held a weird amount of power over my
lust. Maybe it was because he was, technically, still my boss at the
Chesapeake. Maybe it was because he’d gone from being a gross
pervert to a solid B+ fuck. Or maybe I was that I had genuine
affection for the guy. I tried to tell myself I didn’t, but sometimes I
caught myself thinking about him in a way that was almost like my
boyfriend.
Almost! Almost, not really! Give me a break. I’d never end up with a
fat old man like Burt Becker. Not really.
“Here you go,” he said, bringing me one of the hard lemonades I’d
asked him to stock in his fridge for me. The sweet alcoholic drink
was technically illegal for a nineteen-year-old like me. I wasn’t
worried. Considering my profession, I’d done far more illegal things
with Burt in the past.
We stood in his mini kitchen while I drank the lemonade. He mostly
watched me. Honestly, I didn’t want to even sit down because my
ass was still sore from being spanked by Bonnie’s riding crop. She
really worked me over.
“Did you just come over to drink lemonade and tease me?” asked
Burt.
“Alright, I have his problem,” I began. Burt listened attentively to my
full issue with Miss Delilah and either being forced to work with her
or go out of business. I’d told him bits and pieces before. That was
the first time I laid it all out in one go. I wrapped up the problem
and posed the question to him. “So assuming I don’t want to quit
selling it and I don’t want to work for Miss Delilah, that means
finding new customers where she doesn’t have her talons. The only
thing is, I can’t come up with anyone.”
Lesbian clubs were not going to work. I think Bonnie knew it and
was just suggesting them to try to get me away from men. She
sometimes gave me the feeling that she thought my male customers
contaminated me. I understood, too, because men could be so
gross. I still liked them.
“That is a tough one,” said Burt, leaning back against his kitchen
counter. He tapped his five o’clock shadow. “I don’t know. I guess
where guys congregate.”
“Where do you hang out with your friends?” I asked. “You have
friends, right?”
“Yes! I have friends! We play poker. But my friends are all scumbags,
Payton. You don’t want to hang around with them.”
“Scumbags are my people,” I said, but I could tell he didn’t like the
idea. “What else? Your friends wouldn’t have enough money to keep
me working for long.”
“What about a con?”
“Like running a con? You mean a scam?” I said, not really following
him.
“No,” chuckled Burt. He turned to his refrigerator and plucked
something out from under a magnet. He held it up.
“What is it?”
“A ticket,” he said, handing it to me. “To VentureCon. It’s this big
comic, video game, and movie convention downtown every year. It’s
happening in like a week. There are five or six big conventions like
that every summer and even one or two like VentureCon in the off
season. I know it’s not regular work, but it seems like it would be a
bonanza when the work was there.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I said, imagining the possibilities. “A big comic
convention might be perfect. I could even, like, dress up or
something. Put on a costume and let the nerds live out their
fantasy.”
“Oh, really?” Burt raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m sort of a nerd. And I
have fantasies.”
“I forgot my costumes,” I said as he reached for me and pulled me
into his arms.
“That’s alright,” he said, hooking a finger into my blouse and pulling
it downward. “I like the no costume option best.”
I let him undress me with his fat fingers, peeling open my blouse
and burying his scruffy face in my cleavage. He moaned lustily as he
squeezed my tits against his fast. I laughed, cradling his head and
running my fingers through his thinning hair. He caught my left
nipple in his lips and sucked. He moved to my right nipple, brushing
his lips against it, licking my straining bud and kissing it before he
finally sucked it into his mouth.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned, arching against him as he pinched at my left
nipple.
He was still kissing and licking my soft teenage tits as his hands
slipped back around to my ass, pulling at the waist of my shorts as
they went and dragging them down bellow my creamy cheeks. I
winced as he squeezed my spanked bottom hard with lusty hands.
“Fuck, Payton, you’ve got me all pent up,” he moaned from my tits.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I teased him, stroking his hair.
“Y-yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m going go. I have to.”
We didn’t even make it out of the kitchen. Right there, bent over his
countertop, with my big tits practically in the sink. He stroked my ass
and squeezed it as he dragged down his pajama pants and filled his
hand with his very fat cock. There was no talk about a condom. No
hesitation. I had what Burt needed and he was going to take it. He
thrusts into me, stretching my tight pussy around his cockhead and
then his thick root.
“Oh, god, you’re so wet,” he moaned. “Did I do that?”
“Yes, baby,” I lied, still stewing from being used by Bonnie. “I was…
ooooOOOhh…thinking about this big dick!”
Say what you will about Burt Becker – I’ve said it all to Jasmine
myself – the man knows how to use his big cock. While he’s slapping
his big belly and his hairy thighs against me, mashing his balls
against my clit, his cock is stretching me and doing amazing things. I
feel so full when he is inside me and it feels even better without a
condom.
“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he pants, slapping his bulk
against me and making my ass shake with every thrust. “You’re so…
so sexy, Payton.”
“I know, Mr. Becker,” I say sweetly over my shoulder. “It’s why
people pay me for it.”
“Fuck,” he groans. His brow furrows with concentration as he
plunders my pussy with his fat cock. The counter shakes as he
drives me into it, thrust after thrust, pummeling me with his gut and
ramming that big dick into my tight teenage channel.
With an almost sudden rush of pleasure, I started to cum. Bonnie
had driven me to the brink and left me there, sending me home
without satisfaction. I’d been so close that I’d almost fingered myself
in the car. Instead, I’d come here, and it was paying off. Mr. Becker’s
fat cock was driving me wild.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Do it! Ohhhhhhhh!” I slammed my ass back
against him, my tight little pussy stretched out on his cock, his fat
shaft rubbing against my clit. My orgasm rose like an overboiling
pot, fizzing and shaking inside me and spilling out around his
swollen dick as slick nectar leaking down my thighs.
“I can’t…hold back,” groaned Mr. Becker.
“One more second,” I cried, riding back hard against his cock until I
knew I had to interrupt my orgasm. “Ohhhh. Oh, yes, okay. Cum on
my face.”
He pulled out, gripping his cock at its root, his face almost as purple
as his fat cockhead. I turned and crouched down, bracing my hands
on his hairy legs. He let our a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure and
exploded, spurting huge pumps of spunk onto my neck, my face,
into my open mouth, and all over my tits.
What a sticky mess! It took a while to clean up and I did most of the
work, using my tongue, but it was a fitting reward for the man who
had finally let me cum and had finally given me a good idea.
Thanks to Mr. Becker, I was going to VentureCon 2019.

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“You are completely crazy,” laughed Jasmine. “Do you know the sort
of nerd that goes to those conventions? They’re either virgin losers
or total sex freaks. Or both.”
“I know they have a lot of money,” I said. “Tickets are almost $200.
They like nerd stuff, right? Like Game of Thrones and Star Wars?”
“Nobody likes Game of Thrones. They like anime and Marvel and
stuff like that more. Video games too. But I like this,” she finally
admitted. “You getting paid to, you know, do it with a bunch of
nerds is much better than a bunch of old men or creeps.”
“Believe it or not, I actually like getting paid to, you know, do it with
a bunch of old men or creeps. That’s not an option anymore.”
“Right,” said Jasmine and leaned back on the chair on her back
porch. I’d smuggled a couple of hard lemonades from Burt’s fridge
the night before and brought them here. Once Jasmine’s parents
went to bed, including her hunky dad, I slipped them out of my
backpack and we went out on the porch to drink them. Her dad had
some incredible nose for alcohol that prevented us from drinking
indoors or down in the basement. He’d caught us passing a bottle of
fortified wine around and had nearly spanked us.
Come to think of it, I might have enjoyed that. I thought about his
strong hands on my ass the last time he had hired me. The way he
had squeezed and held fast to my creamy cheeks as he plundered
my pussy with his thick cock.
“Earth to Payton,” said Jasmine, snapping her fingers in my face.
“You totally zoned out for a second there. What were you thinking
about?”
My face heated up in a hurry. She’d just caught me lost in a
daydream about getting fucked by her dad. It was probably a bad
idea to mention that to her.
“Um, well, what sort of costume to wear to, you know, entice
customers,” I said.
“Oh, so you’re going the cosplay route, huh? Now you’re speaking
my language.” She finished off her lemonade and then took out her
phone. As she swiped through her photos, she asked, “You follow
me on Insta, right? You know I’ve gone to like a million cons with
Alia. Here’s last summer at SakuraCon in San Diego.”
She showed me her phone and I was amazed to see Jasmine
dressed up in blue science fiction body armor, with a jet pack on her
back, a beret on her head, and a missile launcher in her hands. She
looked like she’d just walked off the set of a movie.
“I went as Isis from Highguard, that video game I used to play,” she
said. “Alia went as Solanda from the fighting game Soul Sabers.”
She showed me a picture of our curvy mutual friend dressed in an
insanely short skirt and a corset that looked like it was made from
bronze. Alia’s hair was lost under a huge blonde wig that fell past
her shoulders in thick curls. She always struck me as a bit of a dork,
so to see her all done up like that with her tits and ass on display
was a shock.
“Whoa!” I bugged out my eyes at Jasmine. “How have I never seen
this before?”
“Ever since you’ve been boy crazy you haven’t been interested in
group activities,” said Jasmine, her smile hiding a little bit of genuine
bitterness. “And you never showed any interest in conventions.”
“Well, consider me interested,” I replied. “I should wear a costume.
But I’m not, like, into all this stuff. What should I dress up as? Like a
super heroine?”
“A dime a dozen,” said Jasmine.
“Yeah, but guys get off on that sort of thing, right? Like Wonder Girl
or whatever. I could do that.”
“You might make a good Power Woman,” she said, looking me over.
“Stand up. Okay. Turn around. Put your but out a little bit. Take off
your shirt.”
“And the bra?” I asked her as I slide off my top.
“I’ve got it!” She said, grabbing her phone and typing something in.
She held up a cartoon of a voluptuous blonde with a revealing black
outfit and a crown perched on her head. She swiped through more
images, showing me the blonde character in various sexy poses and
also fucking and sucking that little plumber character from the video
games.
“She does look like me,” I admitted. “Who is it?”
“Growlsette,” said Jasmine.
“She’s in those Tonio Brothers games?”
“Not exactly,” chuckled Jasmine. “It’s a long story. Basically, there’s
this crown that will turn anybody into a princess, and Growlser is this
big monster, but then people imagine him wearing the crown and
turning into Growlsette. It’s sort of this whole thing now. There’s a
meme for it.”
“Ohhhhh-kay,” I said, rolling my eyes. “People like this?”
“Dudes are super horny for Growlsette,” she said. “Trust me. There
was one girl dressed as Growlsette as SakuraCon and everyone
wanted a picture with her.”
“And she’s like a guy monster turned into a princess?” I shrugged.
“Okay, whatever floats their boats, I guess. I can be Growlsette.
Where can I buy the costume?”
“Oh, no,” said Jasmine. “You’ll have to make it.”
“We’ll have to make it,” I corrected.
She sighed, “I’ll have to make it. But you’re buying all the materials.”
“Show me!” I laughed, overjoyed with how easily I persuaded her.
Jasmine spent most of the rest of the night measuring me, picking
out materials, showing me plans for a costume, and adjusting her
plans after measuring me again. She was annoyed by how big my
tits and ass were even though I was skinny and kept calling me a
pornstar, which made me think of Mr. Lamont and Darkside
Productions. I really didn’t want to deal with the fallout of working in
porno, but that might be my only recourse if this convention thing
didn’t pan out.
Jasmine already had some of the material she needed, at least for
the basic black skirt and bodice, and she became lost in her sewing.
I ventured out of the sewing room in the basement and crept
upstairs. The house was quiet. My footsteps seemed loud. I was just
going to get a drink, but I heard voices from the second floor.
Hushed arguing in Arabic.
I was standing at the foot of the stairs, looking up, trying to discern
what Jasmine’s parents were arguing about, when the door flew
open and Mr. Hadad stormed into the hall. He was wearing boxers
and a t-shirt and carrying a small stack of magazines. His eyes went
wide and he seemed to try to hide the magazines from me. Then he
realized I wasn’t Jasmine and his gaze narrowed. He looked almost
angry as he descended the stairs.
“You were listening?” he demanded.
“I, um, I mean I heard you guys,” I said, trying to get the drink I
had initially gone upstairs for. “I couldn’t understand anything, Mr.
Hadad. It’s none of my business.”
“You’re right about that,” he said and slapped he stack of magazines
on the counter. I was surprised to see several pornographic titles.
Stuff like Spank and Rack that I didn’t even know existed anymore.
The cover of the magazine on top promised, “Cum-draining hotties
are here to please pricks.” Another, peaking out from under that one,
featured the bold white text, “Felicia Fanny returns for double anal
delights!”
I looked up from the magazines, my heart thumping and my face
hot. Mr. Hadad was watching me.
“Cleo was angry because I could not become erect,” said Mr. Hadad.
“She said it is because of these magazines. She found them in my
part of the closet. But they are old. And they aren’t the reason my
wife does not excite me, are they, Payton?”
As he asked the question, he reached out slowly and shifted a lock
of hair from my face. He brushed his thumbs across my lips. It was
easier to answer him by parting those lips and taking his thumb into
my mouth. I sucked him as I gazed into his dark eyes.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned around his thumb.
“She told me to throw them all out,” he said. “The garbage is in the
garage. Do you want to go with me to throw them out?”
He popped his thumb from between my lips so I could answer him.
“Yes,” I said softly. “If you have the money.”
He cursed in Arabic and then said, “I have some money, devil girl. I
will give you what I have.”
I nodded. He took my hand and jerked me along behind him,
reminding me that Mr. Hadad was not a pudgy softy like Burt Becker.
Mr. Hadad worked out. He had a powerful upper body and a strong
grip. He showed me as much as he pulled me into the garage and
spun me around as the lights switched on. He shut the door into the
house and pushed me down to a crouch.
“Your wife and daughter are still awake,” I said, as he brought my
hand to the bulge in his pajamas.
“So be quiet,” he said. “Stuff your mouth with this.”
He drew down the waist of his pajamas and his stiffening cock
flopped free. It was thick and dark, the fat crown an even darker
shade, and heavy brown balls nestled in a thicket of black hair.
There was a faint scent of cologne. A hint of precum visible welling
at his slit as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled my face
closer.
“Nnnnnn,” I moaned softly, my tongue tracing his crown, tasting that
faint saltiness. My lips parted and I engulfed my best friend’s dad’s
cock in my mouth. My lips slid lower, his fully erect cock filling my
mouth and pressing down against my tongue.
Mr. Hadad cursed in Arabic, repeating the same word over and over
as his hand guiding me up and down on his cock. The garage was so
quiet that the sound of my breathing and sucking seemed to fill that
space. His wife’s minivan loomed behind me, casting a shadow over
me that felt heavy with guilt.
And yet I stuffed a hand into my panties, fingering myself, pumping
my digits into my hot, wet pussy as I sucked Jasmine’s dad. I looked
up at him, sliding him to the back of my mouth again and again,
nearly gagging, but pulling off each time before I did.
I could see him tensing. I tasted it in the precum in my mouth and
felt it in the way his hand tightened on my head. I resisted the
pressure of his hand and pulled my lips from his cock with a wet
slurp.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, feeling a hot thrill at admitting my
actual desire to him.
He caught himself, almost shoving my face back down, but he
nodded slightly and stepped back so I could stand. I moved to kiss
him, but he stopped me. He walked me around his wife’s van and to
his car. I think it was a Mercedes. I was really nice. He turned me
around again, facing his car, reaching around me and under my shirt
to squeeze my breasts. He kissed my neck, pressing close to me.
Swallowing me up in his body and his heat. He stripped my shorts
and panties down my quivering thighs. I felt his cock, wet with
precum and saliva, rubbing against my ass.
“When you come here,” he whispered, almost pained, “when you
come to my house. I have to fuck you, Payton. You make me fuck
you.”
“Y-yes,” I agreed, slightly unnerved by hearing Jasmine’s dad talk
this way.
His hand caressed my ass, squeezed it, and slipped lower. He lifted
my left leg up onto the hood of his car, bending me forward so my
tits were pressed against the driver’s side window. His cock pressed
against my hot cunt. I was ready for him. Aching for him. He held
my shoulder with one hand, my leg with the other, and he thrust his
hard cock into my pussy.
“Oohhhhh, fuck,” I moaned softly as he hilted in my cunt. Of all the
men I had fucked, it always felt dirtiest when I was with Mr. Hadad.
At least dirtiest in a good way. Taboo and guilty, yes, but without the
hatefulness of Andy, my brother-in-law.
“Your body was made to be fucked,” whispered Mr. Hadad, kissing
my shoulder and neck. “So shameless. So perfect. Ohhh, Payton,
you do such things to me.”
His hips beat against my ass. His cock plunged in and out of my
pussy as he fucked me faster and faster. He sucked at my earlobe
and reached a hand around me to rub my clit. I was overwhelmed
by the sensations, by his powerful thrusts and his diddling fingers. I
started to wail with pleasure and he clamped a hand over my mouth.
“Shhhhshhshsh,” he hissed against my ear. “Quiet now. Cum quiet,
Payton.”
I did. God help me. Or Allah. Or whoever. I definitely don’t
discriminate when I am cumming. And I was cumming so hard on
his big cock that I almost peed. It almost felt like I had there was so
much juice dripping down my thighs and into my panties which were
around my ankles.
At the height of my orgasm, he let out a choked groan and I felt his
cock buck inside me. Mr. Hadad made no attempt to pull out. He
pumped my teenage pussy full of his load. Spurt after spurt, rippling
into me, his cock throbbing against my fluttering folds. He was still
shuddering inside me when I heard Jasmine call out from the
kitchen.
“Shit,” I gasped.
“Go to her,” hissed Mr. Hadad.
He pulled out of me so suddenly that I gasped again as his cum
poured out of my freshly-fucked pussy. Right into my panties. I had
no choice but to pull up my gooey panties and my shorts and try to
pretend like nothing had happened. I grabbed a bottle of water from
one of the cases just inside the garage and walked past Mr. Hadad
and into the kitchen. He stayed out of view as I closed the door
behind me.
“Oh, hey,” said Jasmine, giving me a confused look. “What were you
doing in the garage?”
“Just get some water,” I said, holding up the bottle.
“There are cold ones in the fridge,” she said, opening it up and
showing me. “Anyway, I finished the skirt. You’ve gotta come
upstairs and try it on.”
“Okay, um, I just have to pee real quick,” I said, gesturing to the
bathroom.
“Sure,” said Jasmine, her attention focused on the garage. “You left
the light on out there.”
Oh, shit. I had. And Mr. Hadad was still out there. Just as Jasmine
was reaching for the door into the garage, the light shut off. Mr.
Hadad must have heard her coming.
“That’s weird,” murmured Jasmine. She shrugged, grabbed a drink
from the fridge, and went back down to the basement. I breathed a
sigh of relief and headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
I felt like I was going to pass out from all the adrenaline buzzing in
my veins. On the other hand, that hot fuck had totally been worth it.

Room Service

“Room service,” I said, knocking on the hotel room door. I heard

murmuring and then the door opened. My father answered slowly,
only opening the door a crack before he realized it was me. He
swung the door wide, stepping back and forcing a smile as I carried
the pizza box into his room. I had a pie from Papa Giorno’s, his
favorite, and a six-pack of Pepsis. Yes, my dad preferred Pepsi. I
don’t know what was up with him.
The hotel room was a mess. The bed wasn’t made and clothes were
strewn on the floor. The lights were off and some fishing TV shows
on the TV providing the only illumination other than the street light
through the curtains on the window. My dad was wearing an old t-
shirt and boxer shorts. His thinning hair was a mess and he looked
like he had barely slept.
“You’ve got to let the maid clean this place up,” I said to him.
“Yeah, right, I know,” he said, falling wearily into the chair.
I leaned past him to switch on the bedside light and turn off the TV.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and gave him a sad smile.
“How are you doing, daddy?” I asked, a reassuring hand on his leg.
“My wife has been cheating on me with half of Peach Valley,” he
said. “Right? I’m a total cuck, Payton. How do you think I feel?”
“Well, you’ve got your car,” I said.
“Yeah, I do,” he smiled and squeezed my hand. His smile
disappeared and he said, “Can I ask you something though, Payton?
How long have you known about your mother cheating on me?”
“Uh, well, I mean recently,” I said. “Not long.”
“But longer than me?” He asked, his eyes pleading with me as if he
desperately wanted me to say “no” to him.
“Yes,” I admitted. “A little longer. I w-walked in on her. I saw it
happening.”
“God damn it all,” he muttered, his hand falling from mine as his
face pinched with despair.
“Oh, daddy, I didn’t know what to do,” I said and threw my arms
around him and squeezed him tightly against my chest. “You
shouldn’t be the one in this hotel. Mom should be here. And she will
be. You’ll get the house back and everything back. You have me on
your side.”
With seeming reluctance, he put one arm around me.
“I know, sweetie,” he said and I felt tears dropping into my cleavage.
Then he started ugly crying and I had to get up and get him a tissue
so he could blow his nose.
“You’re too good for her,” I said, passing him another tissue. He
nodded sadly, seeming to agree, but unable to stop crying.
I did manage to calm him down, but I knew that it would take more
than a pizza and some hugs to get my dad back into the game. He
had spent his life under my mother’s domineering thumb. She had
used him like a living ATM and had spent his money buying nice
things for herself and fucking younger guys. I had hoped my dad
getting that Corvette would reawaken some of his masculinity.
Maybe it had, but catching mom in the act had ruined all of that.
Only one thing would fix that. My dad needed to get laid. And that
was one area where I couldn’t help him. But maybe I could help with
all the stuff around it…

Stakeout

Two days later, I had my chance to help my father. I should have

been over at Jasmine’s house while she put the finishing touches on
my costume for VentureCon, but I had stopped by my house to
change out of school clothes that had gotten a bit stained no thanks
to Mr. Brown. He got a little carried away when pounding me over
his desk and barely pulled out in time. Repeated trips to the
bathroom had failed to entirely clean a big smear of his cum off my
skirt. The pleats hid the worst of it, but I’d been self-conscious about
it all day and I wanted to put on something else before going over to
Jasmine’s house.
Instead, I pulled up to our house just as my mom was leaving. One
look at her dressed in a red bodycon dress with her hair up and her
makeup on point was all I needed to pull a u-turn and follow her.
She was oblivious to me. It probably helped that I had practice
following people in cars because of some inappropriate stalking I
had been doing of Vince Taggart, my ex-boyfriend.
I was surprised when she drove outside to the infamous party motel
off Highway 69. It was the place everyone went for secret parties
after school dances. How many girls had lost their virginity at
drunken parties at that sleazy motel? Hundreds, probably. It had the
most forgettable name you could imagine: “Highway Motel.”
My mom pulled up to a parking space outside one of the rooms.
There were already two cars parked there and I saw a black man
looking through the parted curtains. He broke into a smile as he saw
my mom wiggling out of her car, her big fake tits and big ass barely
contained by her tight red dress. He threw open the door and
revealed that he was waiting in the room with another man.
Both of them were handsome. One was bald and older, with a bit of
paunch to go with his muscular upper body. He was wearing a polo
and khaki shorts like he had just arrived from a sales job. The other
guy was younger, with a perfect fade and a laser precise beard. He
was better looking, though not quite as muscular, and he dressed in
a flash and overly large suit and tie. He reminded me of boys at the
prom.
I couldn’t hear what was being said, but as my mom reached the
door, she embraced the bald guy and began kissing him right there
in the doorway. Yeah, I had my camera up and was recording the
whole thing, from the obvious tongue kiss to the two-handed ass
grab. He pulled her into the room, still kissing her, and shut the door.
Only, that did little to hide what was happening in the room. The
lights were on and the curtains were open. I pulled into a space in
the parking lot that had a perfect view into the room, the bed
framed almost like a TV screen as my porn star curvy mom fell onto
it with both men. I held my phone up, filming every kiss and caress
as the two men undressed her.
She was on her hands and knees, her big ass up, her panties
crotchless, her cheeks reddened from where the bald guy was
spanking her. She fished into the trousers of the other guy and
started sucking his incredibly long dick. She looked like she was
laughing, kissing it and licking it. The bald guy yanked down the
frilly red panties and went down on my mom from behind, licking
her pussy and her ass with equal relish.
It was disturbingly hot to watch. I hated seeing my mom cheating
on my dad. It was gross thinking of her having sex at all. Yet these
two guys were hot and they knew exactly how to handle her shapely
body. She started stroking the younger guy between her big creamy
tits as the bald guy whipped out his thick cock and shoved it right
into my mom’s glistening pussy.
My perfect view was blocked by his ass as he started pounding my
mom. I couldn’t capture the detail of his cock plunging in and out of
her pussy, but I could tell by the way she was moaning that it was
heaven. The young guy leaned down, kissing her as he fucked her
tits. The other guy grabbed her waist, pounding her hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I can’t show this to my dad.”
Baldy suddenly pulled out and flipped my mom over onto her back.
As he did, she looked at the window. My heart jolted with fear and I
dropped my phone onto the floor of the car. When I retrieved it and
looked up again, the drapes were closed. I could see bodies
silhouetted, moving back onto the bed, but my pornographic view
was gone.
Just as well. I think if I had watched much more, I might have
slipped a hand into my skirt and that would have led to one of the
guiltiest orgasms of my life. As it was, I drove to Jasmine’s house
with a cum-stained skirt and stewing panties.
I knew I could never show my dad the full extent of that video, but
even the kissing at the door would be enough to go a long way in
divorce court. Especially since I was the private investigator.

The Convention

The Peach Valley Convention Center was located across the river and
about six blocks south of the Chesapeake Hotel. I think I remember
it being a big political thing when it was built back in the eighties. It
looks old and ugly now. Like some sort of half-finished stadium
sprouting from a bunch of normal buildings in the middle of
downtown. There wasn’t enough parking to get anywhere near it, so
I walked all the way across the river and to the convention center
wearing my Growlsette costume. There were nerds everywhere and
even with my coat covering my skimpy black and pink outfit, I was
getting a lot of attention for my Growlsette crown and my
recognizable makeup.
“Growlsette!” shouted one guy, dressed like some sort of martial arts
character with big blond hair. “Show us your tits!”
His friends clapped him on the back and laughed with him. I showed
him my middle finger. Most nerds were more respectful, but I could
still see them sizing me up and wondering how I would look when I
shed my overcoat. That was fine with me. I was there to make
money and that meant showing off the goods.
The crowds of nerds in wild costumes was funneled through the
gates and into the convention center. I’ll admit that it was a bit
overwhelming. In addition to the wildly costumed crowds there were
huge banners for VentureCon covered in bright artwork and booths
that ranged from big media companies with mascots and video
screens to individual fan artists selling custom sketches. There
seemed to be a few open areas where people in costumes were
hanging out, so I walked over to one, slipped my coat off my
shoulders, and set up my little signboard.
“GET YOUR PICTURE WITH THE KING OF THE KOOPERS!” The word
“KING” had been crossed out and I had neatly written “QUEEN” in
pink letters.
A took a selfie next to the sign. Not to brag, but I looked amazing. I
knew enough about the character since Jasmine had told me about
him/her that I knew all the details were perfect. I had the elbow-
length gloves with the spikey bracelets, the little crown, the paneled
hair that looked cartoony, the tiny horns, black bodice and skirt with
the gold piping, and even the spiked garters on my stockings. My
curves were carefully complimented by every detail. Underneath it
all, I was wearing a pink bra and panty set that matched my crown.
A few lucky nerds would get to see that.
My first taker was a girl wearing a Growlsette costume. She gushed
over the stitching on my bodice and wanted to talk about how I
made the garters with the spikes. I did my best to relate how
Jasmine had made them and just kept telling her, “I had a lot of help
from my friend.” I almost told her to leave, but then we posed for a
picture together and I realized we had attracted a crowd.
“We should kiss,” I said to her. She was heavyset but wore her
revealing costume with confidence. It looked good on her. She
glanced at me with surprise.
“Really? Okay, sure,” she said, flashing me a smile that revealed her
braces.
We locked lips and the nerds swarmed us, snapping pictures and
video. I surprised the poor girl with a tongue kiss, feeling her braces
and the edges of her teeth under my sliding tongue. She opened
wider and our tongues met. I reached around her to squeeze her
ass. She finally broke the kiss, touching her lips with her fingers like
she could hardly believe what had just happened. She backed away
a few steps as I turned to the audience.
“Who wants to be in a picture next?” I called.
“Me!” cried a middle-aged dad type in khaki shorts and with a belly
hanging over his belt.
“Me! I do!” cried a guy dressed as Spider-Man with a five o’clock
shadow and his mask rolled up on his head.
I was swarmed. My Growlsette double disappeared as the men had
to be wrangled into a line to wait their turn to snap pictures. The
ones who looked cute, looked like they might have money, or just
acted desperate got a little card with my phone number on it. Other
than the number, it simply read, “Call to arrange a private visit with
Growlsette.”
What really seemed to draw men to take photos with me was that I
wasn’t shy about touching. I would press my tits against them and
let them throw an arm around my back. A few of the bolder guys
even grabbed my ass as their friends took a photo. One guy actually
dared to reach around my back and to cup my left breast as his wife
took the picture. He got the card from me and a loud argument from
his wife.
There were a handful of women too. Most of them in costumes and
most of them more polite than me. The once exception was a
smoking hot Harley Quim. She was dressed like the movie version of
the character and wanted me to spank her with my scepter. I was
game and drove the crowd wild as I gave her a few good whacks on
her perky little butt in her lamé short-shorts.
While I was taking all the photos, I kept feeling my phone vibrate as
guys called me. It wasn’t until I took a break around mid-morning
that I sifted through my voice mails and learned most of the guys
were curious about what services I offered. Of course, I offered the
kind of services I would never give out over the phone, so the
people too stupid to get the message went straight to deleted
messages. That left six people. I texted all six back and asked them
to send over the photo they took with me.
Four replied. The first was Harley Quim, sending over her photo of
the spanking and asking, “Please, Your Majesty, may I have
another?” The picture was great, with her looking over her shoulder
and her tight little butt facing the camera as I spanked it. I quickly
told her where to meet me.
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Hartog, on Rotifera, 197 f.;
on Gastrotricha, 231 f.;
on Kinorhyncha, 236 f.
Haswell, on Temnocephalidae, 53;
on Phoronis, 451
Hatschek, on affinities of Polyclads, 28 n.;
on nature of Cestodes, 76;
on Trochophore, 229;
on development of Gephyrea, 419, 447
Head, of Nereis, 246, 248;
of Polychaeta, 259 f.;
regeneration of, 283;
of Tomopteris, 315;
of Aphrodite, 260;
of Chlorhaemidae, 334;
of Eunice, 262;
of Nephthys, 262;
of Phyllodoce, 262;
of Polydora, 261;
of Polynoid, 262;
of Sabella, 261;
of Sabellaria, 263;
of Syllid, 262;
of Trophonia, 262
Hedruris, 163
Hekaterobranchus, 326
Heliodrilus, 359, 380
Heliopora, containing Polydora, 298
Heller, on human parasites, 139
Hemichordata, 462
Hemilepidia, colour of, 292
Hemistomum, 73
Hemitubifex, 378
Henlea, 369
Hermadion, 299
Hermaphrodite, Nemertinea, 109;
Polychaeta, 273 f.
Hermellidae, 258, 341
Hermelliformia, 258, 306, 341
Hermione, 312;
chaetae, 266, 267
Hermionina, 309, 311
Herpobdellidae, 407
Hertwig, O., on Chaetognatha, 187 n.
Hesionidae, 258, 308;
segments, 258;
head, 263;
swim-bladder, 272;
genital organs, 274;
parasitic, 297
Hesperodrilus, 352 f., 369, 378 f.
Hesse, on nervous system of Nematoda, 127
Heterakis, 131, 139
Heterocotylea, 73
Heterodera, 155, 160, 164
Heterogamy, 66 n.
Heteronemertini, 113
Heteronereid phase, 276 f.;
chaetae, 246, 276;
parapodia, 276, 277
Heteronereis, 276, 281—see Heteronereid
Heteropora, 520 n.
Heterosyllis, 278, 279, 281
Hexacotyle, 73
Hexarthra, 223, 226
Hibernaculum, 501, 502
Hincks, on Polyzoa, 475, 500, 508, 516, 519, 523
Hippothoa, 528
Hippuraria, 533
Hirudinea, 241, 392 f.;
external characters, 392;
British species, 393;
eyes, 395;
branchiae, 395;
 alimentary canal, 396;
vascular system, 396;
body-cavity, 397;
nephridia, 399;
reproductive organs, 401;
cocoons, 404;
classification, 405
Hirudiniculture, 393
Hirudo, 393, 396 f., 399, 403, 405, 407;
nephridium, 400
Hislopia, 492
Histioderma, 302
Histriobdella, 242 n.
Histriodrilus, 242 n.
Holloway, on Rotifers, 227
Holomyarii, 137
Holostomatidae, 63, 64, 73
Holostomum, 73;
H. excavatum, 63
Holothurian, as host, 298
Homalogaster, 73
Hood, of Sabellaria, 263, 306
Hooks, of Trematodes, 53, 56, 57;
of Cestodes, 75, 85;
of Cestode-larvae, 87, 88;
taxonomic value in Cestodes, 90 f.
Hoplonemertea, 106, 109, 110;
auditory organs, 106, 110;
British species, 110;
characters, 110;
development, 113;
proboscis, 110
Hornera, 518, 532
Horse, parasites of, 68, 83, 90, 125, 140, 142, 163
Horse-leeches, 393 f.
Horst, on Oligochaeta, 354
Hubrecht on Nemertinea, affinities, 120;
 classification, 109;
excretory system, 108;
nervous system, 105
Hudson, on Rotifera, 197, 198, 215 n., 220 n., 223 n., 228
Hudsonella, 224
Huxley, on Rotifers, 198, 229;
on Polychaeta, 246;
on Molluscoidea, 475
Huxleya, 525, 527
Hyalinoecia, 299, 318, 319;
tentacles, 262;
composition of tube of, 290
Hydatina, 199, 200, 202, 204, 213, 224, 226, 228
Hydatinidae, 224
Hymenolepis, 91;
generic characters, 91;
H. diminuta (= Taenia flavopunctata), life-history, 83;
specific characters, 91;
H. murina (= Taenia murina), 70;
life-history, 83, 89, 91;
H. nana, 80;
life-history, 83;
specific characters, 91
Hyocrinus, as host, 342
Hyperiodrilus, 363 f.;
reproductive organs, 363
Hypodermic impregnation, 27, 218
Hypodermis (= Epidermis) of Gordius, 165;
of Rotifera, etc., 205, 232
Hypophorella, 478, 518, 533;
larva, 510
Hyporhynchus, 49
Hystrichis, 147, 149, 163

Ichthydium, 235
Ichthyobdellidae, 406
Ichthyonema, 131, 147, 149, 163
Ichthyotaenia, 91
Ichthyotaeninae, 85, 91
Idmonea, 518, 532
Iguana, parasites of, 142
Iijima, on yolk-glands, 38 n.
Illoricata, 223
Ilyodrilus, 378;
chaeta, 350
Ilyogenia, 388
Imogine, 19
Inarticulata, 517, 518
Incudate, 210, 211
Incus, in Rotifers, 210
Inermia, 445
Infusoriform embryos, 93
Insects, parasites of, 142, 150, 152, 153, 154, 160, 163, 179,
183, 184, 185
Internal sac, 509, 511
Internode, 525
Interproglottidal glands, 90
Intertentacular organ, 469, 473, 508
Introvert, in Polychaeta, 249, 250;
in Gephyrea, 412, 424
Investing membrane, in ectoparasitic Trematodes, 57;
in Cestodes, 85
Ioda, form of head, 278
Isacis, 163

Jammes, on skin of Nematoda, 126

Jaws, of Nereis, 248, 250, 270;
of Polychaeta, 269 f.;
of Eunicidae, 270;
of Polynoid, 270;
of Autolytus, 270;
fossil, 302;
of Glycera, 270
Jelly, Miss, on Polyzoa, 523
Jensenia, 50
Jimenez, on Leeches, 407
Joblot, on Rotifers, 197
Johnston, on Hirudinea, 393
Joliet, on development of Rotifers, 218;
on Polyzoa, 508
Jungermanniaceae, inhabited by Rotifers, 227
Jurassic, Serpulids, 301;
Polyzoa, 520 f.

Kaiser, on Acanthocephala, 177

Kamptoderm, 469, 470
Keferstein, on Polycladida, 7, 10
Kennel, von, on Nemertinea, 108;
on Malacobdella, 101 n., 119
Kerria, 384
Kinorhyncha, 236 f.
Kleinenberg, on Trochophore, 229
Koellikeria, 73
Kölliker, on Distomum okenii, 71
Koren and Danielssen, on Gephyrea, 442, 443
Kowalevsky, on Hirudinea, 397;
on Phoronis, 458
Kraepelin, on Polyzoa, 493, 502
Krause, on parasites, 163
Krohn, on Nemertine development, 99
Krohnia, 186;
species, 192, 194;
American species, 534
Krukenberg, on haemerythrin, 416
Kynotus, 386

Labrorostratus, 297
Lacinularia, 200, 213, 215, 221, 226
Lacrymaria, 235
Laetmonice, 312
Lagenipora, 528
Lamarck, on Gephyrea, 411
Land, Planarians, 4, 30, 33, 34, 36;
Nemertines, 101, 117;
Oligochaeta, 347 f.;
Leeches, 408
Lang, on Polyclads, 7, 17, 21 f., 27, 28 n.;
on nature of Cestodes, 76
Lanice, 328;
Hypophorella in tubes of, 478, 533
Lankester, on Trochosphere, 229;
on Earthworms, 347;
on Hirudinea, 397;
on Gephyrea, 430, 437, 439;
on Podaxonia, 461
Larva, Müller's, 29;
of Polystomum, 59;
of Diplozoon, 60;
of Gyrodactylus, 61;
of Holostomatidae, 63, 64;
of Distomum 64, 65, 67;
hosts of larvae of digenetic Trematodes, 71 f.;
of Calliobothrium, 77;
of Cestodes, 79 f.;
table of Cestode larvae, 83, 85, 87;
of Schistocephalus, 84;
of Bothriocephalus, 87;
of Dipylidium (Cysticercoid), 83, 88 f.;
of Mesozoa, 92, 93;
of Nemertinea, 113;
Trochosphere, 229, 274, 439, 510;
of Polygordius, 245;
of Polychaeta, 274, 275;
of Chaetopterus, 325;
of Myzostoma, 344;
of Gephyrea, 419, 439;
of Phoronis, 458;
of Polyzoa, 466, 509, 511, 520
Lateral organs, of Capitellidae, 343—see also Ciliated pits
Laurer's Canal (= Laurer-Stieda canal), 57, 87
Leaena, 300, 327 n.
Lecanocephalus, 131, 133
Leckenby, on Priapulus, 433
Leeches, 241, 392 f.—see also Hirudinea
Leeuwenhoek, on Rotifera, 197
Legrain, on Nematodes in deserts, 156
Legros, on Trichina, 146
Lehnert, on Bipalium, 36, 37
Leidy, on Rotifers, 198
Leimacopsis, 37, 42
Lemnisci, 176
Lepas, as host, 298
Lepidasthenia, 293, 311
Lepidoderma, 235
Lepidonotus (subgenus of Polynoe), eye, 255
Lepralia, 516, 518, 528, 530, 531 n.;
L. foliacea, 478, 527;
larva, 511
Leprea, 328
Leptodera, 129, 131, 133, 160
Leptoplana, 7, 8, 9, 11, 14, 17;
British species, 19;
habits, 8 f.;
anatomy, 11 f.
Leptoplanidae, 19
Leptostoma, 396
Lesson, on Polyclads, 24
Leuciscus, parasites of, 173, 182
Leuckart, on Platyhelminthes, 6, 64 f., 70, 76;
on Nemertinea, 99;
on Nematoda, 136, 139, 140, 142, 146, 163;
on Hirudinea, 395
Leucochloridium, 65, 66
Leucocytes, of Polychaeta, 252
Leucodore—see Polydora
Leydig, on Rotifers, 198
Lias, Serpulids in, 301
Libyodrilus, 364, 385, 386
Lichenopora, 518, 531
Life-history, of Trematodes, 4;
of Polystomatidae (Polystomum, Diplozoon, Gyrodactylus), 58
f.;
of digenetic Trematodes, 63 f.;
table of, 71;
of Cestodes, 5 f., 87;
table of life-histories of Cestodes, 83;
of Dipylidium, 88;
of Dicyemidae, 93;
of Nematoda, 159;
of Gordius, 170;
of Acanthocephala, 179—see also Development
Ligula, 91;
occurrence, 85
Ligulinae, 91
Lim Boon Keng, on Earthworms, 349
Lima, nests of, 298
Lime, secreted by Serpulidae, 290
Limnaea truncatula, host of larvae of Distomum hepaticum, 67,
72
Limnatis, 407
Limnias, 205, 221;
early description of, 197
Limnodrilus, 378
Lineus, 111;
L. marinus (= L. longissimus), 99, 100, 111, 114;
Borlase on, 99;
size of, 100;
L. gesserensis (= L. obscurus = L. sanguineus), recuperative
powers of, 116
Linguatulida, affinities of, 344
Linnaeus, on Cestodes, 78;
on Gephyrea, 411;
on Polyzoa, 474
Linstow, von, on classification of Nematodes, 137;
 on life-history of Ascaris lumbricoides, 140;
on parasitism, 162;
on Gordius, 166, 171, 173
Lip, lip-membrane, lip-processes, of Sabellidae, 261, 337
Lipobranchius, 334;
shape of body, 259
Lipochromes, in Polychaeta, 292
Lister, on Polyzoa, 497
Lithodomous, Polychaeta, 287
Lithographic slate, fossil Polychaeta from, 301, 302
Liver, -fluke, 51;
-rot, 68
Locomotion, of Planarians, 9, 10, 36;
of Polyclads, 22 f.;
of Nemertinea, 114, 115;
of Chaetognatha, 190;
of Rotifers, etc., 206, 235;
of Dinophilus, 243;
of Phylactolaemata, 496
Looss, on Trematoda, 62 n., 66, 70
Lopadorhynchina, 314
Lopadorhynchus, 314;
L. erythrophyllum, colour of, 292
Lophochaeta, 351;
chaeta, 350
Lophohelia, with Eunice, 298, 319
Lophophore, in Phoronis, 453;
in Polyzoa, 476, 476, 495
Lophopus, 494, 499, 504, 505, 518, 519;
movements, 496, 497;
fission, 496, 506;
statoblast, 502, 503
Lorica, in Rotifers, 205
Loricata, 205, 224
Lota, parasites of, 182
Loxosoma, 489 f., 489, 490, 506, 518;
on Polychaeta, 299, 489;
 on other animals, 489;
buds, 489, 490, 506;
larva, 509
Lug-worm, castings of, 285;
as bait, 297
Lumbricaria, 302
Lumbricidae, 362, 371 f., 388
Lumbricobdella, 392
Lumbriconereis, 318, 320;
from fresh water, 284
Lumbriconereites (misprinted in text), 302
Lumbriculidae, 350, 361, 379
Lumbriculus, 379;
as host of Rotifer, 211 n.
Lumbricus, 349, 351, 356, 367, 368, 371, 389 f., 403 f.;
generative organs, 362;
cocoon, 365
Lunulites, 518;
vibracula, 487
Lurg, 317
Lycoridae, 315
Lysidice, 297, 320

MacGillivray, on Polyzoa, 519

M‘Intosh, on Nemertinea, 110 n., 115, 116;
on Phoronis, 454
Macraspis, 73
Macrobdella, 393, 406;
sense-body, 394
Macrorhynchus, 44, 47;
British species, 49
Macrostoma, 44, 47;
British species, 49
Macrostomatidae, 49
Magelona, 325;
haemerythrin in, 252
Magelonidae, 258, 325
Main-gut, of Leptoplana, 8, 13;
of Polyclads, 17
Malacobdella, 101;
description of, 119;
M. grossa, 110, 119;
excretory system of, 108
Malacocotylea (= Digenea), 73
Maldanidae (= Clymenidae), 258, 332;
shields, 259;
anal funnel, 259;
chaetae, 266, 267, 268;
colour, 293
Male, of Rotifers, 199, 200, 217, 223 n.;
of Echiuroids, 438
Malleate, 210
Malleoramate, 210, 211
Malleus, 210
Mammals, Trematodes of, 62, 63, 67-70, 71 f.;
Cestodes of, 77-84, 89-91;
Nematodes of, 163;
Acanthocephala of, 183, 184
Man, Trematode-parasites of, 63, 68-70;
Cestodes of, 74, 78-81, 83, 89 f.;
Nematodes of, 125, 139, 140, 143, 145, 147, 163;
Gordius of, 173;
Echinorhynchus of, 183
Man, De, on free-living Nematodes, 157
Manayunkia, 284, 339 n.
Mandible, of avicularium, 482, 524
Manson, on Filaria, 149
Manubrium, 210
Marginal groove, of Leptoplana, 15
Maricola, 30, 32, 42
Marine, Rotifers, 226;
Oligochaeta, 366;
Leeches, 406
Marphysa, 276, 319;
 as bait, 297;
as host, 297
Mastax, of Rotifers, 199, 210
Masterman, on Chaetognatha, 190;
on Phoronis, 461
Mastigocerca, 225
Mastigophora, 518, 529;
vibraculum, 484
Mastobranchus, gill of, 268, 331
Matzdorf, on Leeches, 369
Maupas, on Rotifers, 217
Mbalolo, 297
Meckelia asulcata, 111
Mecynostoma, 49
Median pore, in Cheilostomata, 484, 524
Megadrili, 373, 374, 380 f.
Megalotrocha, 221
Megapora, 530
Megascolex, 351, 372, 381, 383
Megascolides, 349, 358, 372, 382;
body-wall and nephridia, 357
Mégnin, on parasites, 164
Meissner, on Polyzoa, 493
Melania, Coabangia in shell of, 284
Melanin, 292
Melicerta, 202, 205, 206, 210, 215, 218, 219, 221, 226;
early description of, 197
Melicertaceae, 203, 221
Melicertidae, 201, 203, 205, 211, 213, 221
Melinna, 330
Membranipora, 481, 492, 518, 519, 523, 528, 530;
phosphorescence, 478;
function of aperture, 500;
larva, 509, 510;
variation, 516
Membraniporella, 518, 524, 528
Menipea, 518, 526, 527
Mermis, 131, 150, 160, 163
Mermithidae, 150, 163
Meromyarii, 129, 137, 142
Mertens, on Polyclads, 6, 23
Mesobdella, 407
Mesocestoides, 91;
M. lineatus, life-history, 84;
specific characters, 90
Mesonemertini, 112
Mesostoma, 44, 45;
reproduction, 48;
British species, 49
Mesostomatidae, 49
Mesotrochal larva, 325
Mesozoa, 92 f.
Metamerism, 249
Metamorphosis, in Polycladida, 16, 28;
in Trematodes, 5, 66 f.;
in Cestodes, 5, 74, 76, 87-89;
in Phoronis, 459;
in Polyzoa, 512
Metanemertini, 112
Metastatica (= Holostomatidae), 73;
life-histories, 64
Metopidia, 200, 225
Metschnikoff, on Orthonectida, 94;
on Nemertines, 99;
on Chaetosomatidae, 158
Meyer, on Polychaeta, 261
Michaelsen, on Earthworms, 349, 353, 359, 370 f., 375, 385
Microchaeta, 362
Microcodides, 224
Microcodon, 202, 215, 224, 230
Microcodonidae, 202, 220 n., 224
Microcotyle, 73;
eggs of M. labracis, 58
Microcotylinae, 73
Microdrili, 373, 374 f.
Microplana, 34, 42
Micropora, 518, 530;
zooecium, 523
Microporella, 516, 518, 519, 529;
avicularia, 484, 485;
median pore, 501
Microscolex, 372, 382, 383, 384
Microstoma, 44;
asexual reproduction, 44;
sexual organs, 47;
British species, 49
Microstomatidae, 49
Micrura, 101, 114;
British species, 111
Migrations, of Trematode-larvae, 5, 52, 63 f.;
of Cestode-larvae, 5, 74, 83, 87
Millson, on Oligochaeta, 368, 387
Millsonia, 382 f.
Milne-Edwards, on Polyzoa, 475
Mimicry, in Polychaeta, 293 f.
Mimosella, 518, 532;
movement of zooecia, 481
Molluscoidea, 475
Molops, host of Gordius, 172
Monhystera, 160
Moniez, on Cestodes, 84 n., 85;
on Earthworms, 369
Moniezia, 83, 91;
characters of genus, 90;
M. alba, M. benedeni, M. denticulata, 90;
M. expansa, 83, 90;
M. neumani, M. oblongiceps, M. planissima, M. trigonophora,
90
Moniligaster, 359, 380, 402
Moniligastridae, 361, 373, 380
Monkey, parasites of, 145
Monocotyle, 73
Monocotylinae, 73
Monogenea (Monogenetic Trematodes), 5, 53;
classification, 73
Mononchus, 154
Monoophorum striatum, 50
Monopora vivipara, 117
Monoporus rubropunctatus, 49;
reproductive organs of, 47
Monostomatidae, 73
Monostomum, 71, 73;
life-history, 72
Monostyla, 225, 226
Monotidae, 50
Monotus, 36;
British species, 50;
M. fuscus, 45;
habits, 46
Monozoa, 91
Montgomery, on Stichostemma eilhardii, 118
Monura, 225
Morren, on Earthworms, 347
Moseley, on Land Planarians, 7, 35 n., 37;
on Pelagonemertes, 101, 114
Movements, in Rotifers, etc., 206, 235
Moxon, on Rotifers, 198
Mucro, 522, 525
Mucronella, 518, 522, 528, 529, 530, 531
Müller, F., on Triclads, 37;
on Polyzoa, 493
Müller, O. F., on Turbellaria, 6;
on Rotifers, 197;
on Oligochaeta, 348, 352
Müller's larva, 16, 28, 29
Muscles, of Leptoplana, 12;
of intestine in Polyclads, 24;
of Nemertinea, 102, 103;
 of Nematoda, 128;
of Gordiidae, 165;
of Chaetognatha, 187;
of Rotifers, etc., 206, 233, 237;
of Nereis, 247, 249 f.;
of Polyzoa, 469, 470, 472, 499, 500—see also Body-wall
Musculo-glandular organ, in Triclads, 39, 40
Myrianida, 280, 308;
gemmiparity, 279, 280;
markings, 293
Myrianites, 302
Mytilia, 225, 226
Myxicola, 338;
tori uncinigeri, 268;
eyes, 272;
otocyst, 273;
tube, 285;
supposed mimicry, 294
Myzostoma, anatomy, 342 f.;
M. cirriferum, 343;
M. glabrum, 342
Myzostomaria, 241;
structure and affinities, 342 f.
Myzostomatidae, 342

Naidomorpha (= Naididae and Naids), 348, 352, 375 f., 377,

378, 400;
chaetae, 350, 367;
reproductive organs, 361;
asexual reproduction, 281, 377
Nais, 348, 377;
chaetae, 350
Nannodrilus, 382 f.
Natatory chaetae, of Nereidae, 277;
of Syllidae, 278, 307
Nathusius, on parasites, 63, 163
Nauphanta, 314, 315
Nebalia, Rotifers parasitic on, 225
Nectochaeta, 291
Nectonema agile, 164, 168, 169, 173
Nemathelminthes, 123 f., 168
Nematobothrium, 4, 55, 71, 73
Nematoda, 123;
anatomy, 124 f.;
embryology, 135;
classification, 136;
life-history of, 159 f.
Nematogen, 94;
Secondary Nematogen, 94
Nematomorpha, 123, 164 f.
Nematoxys, 139, 142, 161, 163
Nematozoa, 137
Nemertes, British species, 110;
deposition of ova and spermatozoa in, 116
Nemertinea, affinities, 119;
anatomy, 102;
body-wall, 102;
breeding, 116;
cephalic slits and cerebral organs, 107, 273;
circulatory system, 106, 107;
classification, 109 f.;
colour, 102;
contractility, 102;
development, 113;
diagram, 104;
digestive system, 103;
excretory system, 108, 108;
external characters, 101;
food, 115;
fresh-water forms, 101, 118;
generative organs, 109;
geographical distribution, 117;
habitat, 100;
habits, 114;
 land forms, 101, 117;
locomotion, 114, 115;
nervous system, 105, 106;
parasitic forms, 101, 119;
pelagic forms, 101, 114;
proboscis, 100, 101 f., 103, 104, 110, 115;
regeneration, 115;
sense organs, 101, 106, 107;
size, 100
Nemertodrilus, 360
Nemertoscolex, 444
Neodrilus, 384
Neorhynchidae, 184
Neorhynchus clavaeceps, 178, 181, 184;
N. agilis, 184
Nephelis, 392 f., 397, 399, 401, 403, 405
Nephridium, of Archiannelida, 243, 244;
of Nereis, 253;
of Arenicola, 253, 254;
of Polychaeta, 253;
dimorphism of, in Polychaeta, 269;
thoracic, of Sabelliformia, 306;
of Terebellidae, 327;
of Chlorhaemidae, 334;
of Myzostoma, 344;
of Oligochaeta, 356 f., 381 f., 400;
of Leeches, 399;
of Gephyrea—see Brown tubes;
of Phoronis, 456
Nephthydidae, 258, 317
Nephthys, 317;
nephridium, 254;
prostomium, 259, 260;
head, 262;
tentacles, 262;
peristomium, 263;
parapodium, 264, 265;
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