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   I hated the cross-country drive I had to make every year to work on my
parents farm in California.  The farm itself was beautiful, and I enjoyed
the work -- but the days of nonstop driving through absolutely ugly country
was tedious, hot, and lonely.  That, and I ALWAYS got stuck behind motor
homes and big trucks.

   It was the beginning of the third day of my trip, and I had just hit the
panhandle of Texas.  Of course, right ahead of me was a trailer of some
sort -- it looked like a large travel trailer being towed by a large
half-ton pickup.  The sickening smell of diesel permeated my car.  I had to
pass these people.

   As I pulled alongside the camper, I happened to glance over to the
trailer being towed and saw a girl standing in the window toward the back
of the trailer, apparently changing her shirt.  She was just lifting her
arms over her head peeling off her shirt, then dropped it on the ground as
I stared at this beautiful creature for what seemed like a minute but what
must have been only a few seconds.  She may have been 13 years old, had
cute B cup breasts with a cute little silky white bra.  Her hair was long
and red and held in a ponytail.  I had never been attracted to a teen girl
before, but this was instant love.

   Rather than continue to pass them, I backed off and pulled back in
behind them.  I was just hoping to see her one more time.  I wanted a
better look for my masturbatory fantasies later on.

   As it would happen, about 40 minutes later they pulled off the road and
into a gas station with a hamburger place inside.  A man about my age got
out of the truck and attached the gas pump to the side of his large truck,
then began cleaning the windshield.  A woman, his wife I assumed, got out
of the truck and came back and knocked on the door of the trailer.  The
girl opened the door in her bra and panties.  Her mother looked around
nervously, said something to her, and went into the trailer.  They both
emerged a few minutes later, the girl now wearing a white blouse tied under
her chest to reveal her belly button, and a plaid skirt that went to her
knees.  If she had been wearing white knee socks and patent leather shoes,
I would have died right there.  As it was, she was wearing a pair of little
flip flops, so that kept me at bay.

   As this girl walked past my car I could see a couple thing; first she
was more like 12 years old which made me feel a bit guilty about my
feelings; but also that she was even more beautiful than I could possibly
imagine.

   When I looked back to their truck, I saw her father putting the cap back
on the tank, and then moving to the other side of the truck to open the
other tank.  This poor bastard was filling both tanks -- it was going to be
a fortune.  As I prepared to pull out of the station and move on, I noticed
that the girl had left the door to the trailer open.  I thought about
sneaking in and peeking into her drawers or finding some used panties, and
then thought better with her dad standing there.

   I sat fantasizing for a few minutes when the dad finished pumping gas
and headed into the restaurant.  I stared blankly as I contemplated what I
would do.  Then I decided, I'm going to sneak in really quick, grab a pair
of panties, and get back out.

   I got out of my car, hurried to the trailer and climbed in.  There on
the floor was a small pile of clothes.  I reached down and picked up a pair
of beautiful pink panties with a cherry pattern on them.  I raised the
panties up to my face and breathed in the scent -- and it was glorious.  I
could smell pussy -- clean, sweet, virgin pussy.  She must have just taken
them off because it was fresh.

   As my cock swelled, I stuffed the panties into my pocket and headed for
the door -- but I saw the family leaving the restaurant and heading toward
the truck with bags of fast food.  I backed inside looking for a back way
out and realized that a trailer this small would never have a back door.  I
quickly judged the width of the windows and realized I was trapped.  I
jumped into the small bathroom and closed the door and began saying
quietly, "Please ride in the truck...  please ride in the truck..."

   Suddenly I felt the trailer sway slightly as someone stepped inside. 
Then I heard the door close and the sound of a paper bag opening.  I peeked
through the crack in the door and saw the girl leaning back on the couch
eating her hamburger -- one foot up on the couch with her knee bent, and
the foot on the floor.  I would have been looking directly into the crotch
of her panties -- but she wasn't wearing any.  I was staring at a bald,
beautiful pussy with maybe just a light tuft of downy fur on the front.  It
looked deliciously perfect.

   A few seconds later I heard the radio come on, playing some cheesy pop
song.  I leaned back into the bathroom trying to remain quiet and then I
felt the trailer begin to move as we pulled out of the gas station parking
lot.  I was really stuck.

   I sat down on the toilet contemplating my situation.  The guy had filled
both tanks, so I knew he could go many hours; it would probably be a
bathroom break the next time they stopped.  I just hoped this girl wouldn't
need the bathroom until I could figure out how to get out.

   It had been about a half hour when I realized it was quiet.  I peeked
out the crack in the door and at first I thought she had fallen asleep. 
The was laying face down on the couch with her head facing away from me --
but then I realized she had both hands under her pelvic area.  She briefly
spread her legs to [what I discovered] get a better grip on her pussy, and
then continued masturbating before me.  I watched as her tight little ass
thrust forward into her hands over and over, and my cock began to swell to
a painful erection.

   In a moving trailer with music playing following a diesel pickup, nobody
would hear if I happened to surprise her...  WHAT WAS I THINKING?!  This
was a little girl!

   But then she started to moan as she began to approach that coveted
orgasm.  I grabbed a thick beanie from the sink and slowly sneaked out the
bathroom door.  I quietly dropped my pants and shorts and released my
throbbing cock.  I sneaked up behind her and pulled the hat down over her
head, causing her to scream.  I grabbed the back of her neck and yelled,
"Shut up!  Nobody can hear you!  I won't kill you if you don't scream!"
Really, I had no intention to hurt this girl at all, but I absolutely HAD
to fuck her.

   She sobbed into the cap and had pulled her hands out to cover herself. I
grabbed her panties out of my pocket and tied her hands behind her back.

   I reached down to feel her little pussy and found a dripping wet mound.
She must have been really close to orgasm when I stopped her.  In
retrospect I should have waited until she was cumming to grab her, but it
was too late for that now.

   I lifted her hips, peeled apart her little labia, and pushed my hard
cock to her pussy.  Even in the throes of passion, I began to feel bad for
what I wanted to do.  I actually considered stepping back and just jacking
off onto her.  The trailer hit a bump in the road and the head of my cock
poked just inside her little pussy and then slid back out -- and the little
girl moaned into the pillow, "Yes!"

   That was enough for me.  I slowly pushed into her hot little pussy.  I
felt her hymen barrier and began pressing against it when the trailer hit
another large bump and I was instantly through her hymen, bottoming out as
the length of my cock sank in.  Suddenly I felt her pussy spasm around my
cock and she began gasping and moaning into the couch.  This girl was
cumming from the first cock that had pushed into her pussy.

   I began sliding back out and pushing back in and she continued to spasm.
She was continuing to orgasm and I begin thrusting harder and harder.  I
was now slamming into her, her head pressed against the arm of the couch,
as she was gasping in pleasure.  I started cumming, and began pumping load
after load into her waiting pussy.

   I untied her hands, put the panties back in my pocket, and pulled up my
underwear and pants.

   What had I done?  I had raped a little girl and her parents would surely
find me when we stopped.

   Then I felt the trailer lean as the truck took a sharp right turn.

   "Don't move and don't look at me!", I said to her as gruffly as I could.

   "I...  won't...  mister.  Thank...  you...", she gasped.

   Suddenly we slowed to a stop.  I looked out the window and saw that we
were at a red light.  I waited, collected myself, and as soon as the light
turned green, I opened the door to the trailer, stepped out, closed the
door, and walked behind the trailer just as it began to pull off in
traffic.

   I walked back to the freeway and thumbed a ride going back the other
direction.  The old boy that picked me up said, "Car trouble?" I said,
"No...  fight with the Mrs." He laughed and said, "I would say so, buddy...
you smell like pussy!"

   I laughed and thought about that beautiful creature and wondered if I
would ever be caught.
   She was worth it.