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    "Road Kill, Part 1 of 4 (MFg pedo incest ws cons)"
     
     
     It was 198_, and I was driving from the east to the
west coast in a old beat-up Ford Mustang. Not the '68, but
something from the early seventies, the "2+2 Fastback" they
called it. Not that I give a fuck about cars. I don't, but I
figured you'd want to know.

     I'd hit the road taking nothing with me but a duffle of
clothes, a couple of paperbacks I'd already read about a
dozen times already but hey they amused me to read again
every now and then. You probably want to know what they are
too, but I ain't telling.

     I had a .22 pistol I'd taken from my dad's desk drawer
after he died. He'd never used it except to point at my mom
now and then. He never actually fired it but once, and that
was into the floor and only because she got him really mad.

     I'd figured as soon as she'd got back from the funeral
she'd go looking for it and throw it away, so I'd made sure
to get it first. It wasn't much of a gun, being a .22, but
it was small enough to fit into my jacket pocket and not
show and anyway nobody likes being shot, even with a bitty
.22, so it was enough for my needs.

     And oh yeah, I also had with me a roll of hundreds I'd
ripped off from my last girlfriend, who'd make it stripping
(and god knows what else). That was my financing. Every
project needs some financing, right?

     I was twenty-six, and didn't know what the fuck I was
going to do, but I'd made up my mind to find it and to do it
anyway. Leaving the town I'd lived in for ten years and the
guys I hung out with and the girlfriends I'd fucked was just
icing on the cake. Leaving dad in the ground and mom happy
about it was OK by me too.

     Anyway, I'd made it into Arizona. I'd stuck to the
county roads all the way, staying off the interstate just to
be on the save side, stopping wherever I was in a mood to --
that is wherever I got hungry or thirsty and came across a
place that looked like it could provide both the food and
the drink and smacked of yielding some quick pussy beside. I
hadn't had to pay for it yet -- the pussy I mean -- though
some of the girls had been mighty surprised at that turn of
events -- being left with a cunt full or a mouth full and
nothing to show for it but a cloud of blue smoke from the
Mustang's tailpipe.

     It was about ten at night. The road was narrow and
empty, out in the middle of nowhere. Next big town would be
Tuba City, but I wouldn't get there until tomorrow sometime.
Fucking weird name for a town.

     The stars were out, and I kept sticking my head out the
window into the wind looking up at 'em they were so many,
not like any you ever saw in the east, so I figured I'd made
the right decision. Couple days I'd be in California and
swimming naked in the Pacific Ocean and banging those long
blond surfer chicks. I'd trade in the Mustang, see if I
could get something in a convertible. Let the sun and stars
in all the time that way.

     The thought of those surfer girls got me going. But
somebody must have been looking out for me 'cause right then
a roadhouse appeared off to the left, so I spun around,
sliding a bit in the dirty on the shoulder, and went back.
Turned out it wasn't much of a place, what with practically
no traffic, especially no truckers who all kept to the
interstate, but it was probably the only place for twenty
miles so it wasn't completely dead. It wasn't more than old
dusty wooden building that used to be something else,
painted red years ago and a couple of neon beer signs in the
window to make it look convincing. There were about a dozen
vehicles parked in front, mostly pickups and a few bikes.
All AZ plates I noticed. I parked the Mustang off to the
side where it was dark, pocketed my dough and the gun, and
headed in.

     It was a tired place inside, and it seemed like there
were barely enough guys inside to man the vehicles outside,
but they had some acceptable country on the radio and nobody
paid me any attention, so I relaxed. I told the waitress to
make sure my burger was charred to a crisp -- didn't want to
any chances with how they handled the food -- and to keep
the beers coming. She was an old bag, probably fifty or
more, who looked like she'd been waiting tables there since
she was born. She I'd kick out of bed and do it myself.

     A couple of guys had girls with them, and the pickings
looked pretty slim until I caught sight of a broad coming
out of the ladies and taking her place at the bar in front
of some half-drunk drinks. She'd been drinking for awhile
and must have been doing her business when I came in. Not
that she was no ravishing beauty queen or anything.

     A dirty blond, a well-used thirty-five I guessed. Good
figure though. Wore a leather miniskirt, black stockings and
boots. She had a sleeveless top on with a nice tits, though
a bit saggy, so she wasn't keeping it a secret that she put
out. But she was alone and completely ignored by the other
single guys there, so I figured she was a regular and they
were all regulars and been through her plenty of times
already and consequently lost all interest. I could sure see
that happening, maybe even after banging her just once, but
once was all she was going to get from me anyway and my
choices were limited so after the burger was gone I picked
up my beer and joined her at the bar.

     I few minutes later we were walking out together, after
agreeing on a hundred bucks. She said she lived just up the
road and we took off in the Mustang. I unzipped my jeans and
gave her something to do as we motored.

     We came to her place. I'd expected a trailer, but it
was a real house -- small and falling apart with junk in the
yard, but nonetheless a real house. I parked the Mustang
where it couldn't been seen from the road and we went in.
She opened a beer and we shared it as we stripped down. She
actually had a pretty good body and shaved her cunt so it
didn't look half bad. I'd intended to just have her suck me
off and cum in her mouth, but seeing that bare cunt, which
despite her age looked liked a teenager's (which I hadn't
had in ages), so I changed my mind and slipped on a sleeve.
I figured I'd get my money's worth (even though this looked
like an easy free one, with her so fucking tanked), so after
working between her legs for awhile with her on her back on
the bed I turned her over on all fours and banged her doggy,
throwing in some good hard slaps on her ass to make me cum
better. Her cunt was pretty loose what with all the guys
that had been there before me and probably a kid or two
judging from a few stretch marks and I'm not that big around
(don't get me wrong, I mean not anything much more than
average and certainly no less), so the whacks on her were
what put me over the top -- that and leaning over and giving
her tits a couple of good hard squeezes.

     I pulled out, grabbed my clothes and went to wash,
leaving her collapsed on the bed. I figured with any luck by
the time I cleaned up she'd be sound asleep and I could slip
out and hit the road again.

     The bathroom was cluttered and grungy with female
stuff. I yanked off the sleeve and dropped it in the
wastebasket, then washed my dick and hands and got dressed.
Sure enough when I looked into the bedroom, she was fast
asleep. I figured I good take it easy so I went to the
kitchen and pulled another beer out of the fridge.

     I was about half way to the bottom of it, standing at
the kitchen window over a sink of dirty dishes, when I heard
a pickup pull up in the front of house. It was full of kids
-- both in the cab and the truck bed too -- and god awful
music blasted from the radio. The guy behind the wheel was
hardly old enough to drink, but he had a bottle glued to his
lips. All of them were hollering and laughing like drunken
idiots. Shit, I thought, they'll wake up the broad and
there'll be a scene.

     Then a girl climbed out of the truck bed. Some of the
guys yelled at her to stay, but she gave them the finger and
kept coming toward the house. The broad's kid. Double shit.
No way out except through the front door or the kitchen door
and that was on the side of the house and she'd see me in
any case. Nothing to do for it.

     The pickup sped away, throwing dirt and gravel up at
her for jumping ship. I watched as she come up to the house.
She was a shorter girl with long brown hair and wore a short
skirt and some kind of blouse. Her tits were nothing to
write home about. As she got closer, and came into the porch
light, I could see she was all made up with lipstick and
lots of eye crap, just like her mom. I guessed she was
fifteen or so.

     I just stood there in the kitchen, letting her come.
She came in the door, letting the screen close with a bang.
She didn't seem surprised to see me.

     "You didn't take the last one, did you?" she asked.

     "Nay, there's more," I replied.

     She opened the fridge to check, then took one out and
opened it. In the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen, I
all of a sudden wasn't so sure about that fifteen.

     "You old enough for that?" I asked. She plopped down at
the kitchen table and took an especially long pull on the
beer. I didn't press the point, since obviously this wasn't
her first beer.

     "How much?" she asked, after she swallowed.

     "For what?" She put her feet up on the kitchen chair,
making sure she kept her knees apart so her skirt would
slide down around her hips and give me a good look between
her legs. She didn't have any thighs to speak of and the
rest of her legs looked mighty skinny too.

     "For my mom, what else dork?"

     "A hundred bucks. That OK by you?"

     "Sucker. She'd do it for fifty. Unless you did her
ass."

     "I didn't 'do her ass'" I said.

     "You give her the money yet?"

     "Yeah. She wanted it upfront."

     "She must be wising up in her old age."

     I drained the last of my beer and dropped it into the
sink on top of the dirty dishes. "Nice meeting you. See you
around."

     "Not likely. Where you going? California?"

     "Not going anywhere. Just heading out."

     "You got any money left?"

     "What for? You going to rob me?"

     "For me, ya dork. Three hundred bucks."

     I laughed.

     "You're just a fucking kid, all made up like a hooker.
I bet half your chest is toilet paper."

     She shrugged. "What do you care? I've been fucked.
Plenty of times. You wouldn't be doing nothing new."

     She was serious. All of a sudden I didn't have anything
clever to push back at her. She wasn't fifteen, that's for
sure. Fourteen probably. Maybe even thirteen. How the fuck
did I know? How fast do girls develop these days? But she
had been fucked, that was obvious. And not just a couple of
times, if they boys she was riding around with had anything
to say about it. She'd started down her mom's path early on.

     "Five hundred bucks." The broad was standing -- a bit
wobbly to be sure -- in the kitchen door. She'd had the
sense to throw on a robe, but not enough to tie it. It hung
open, her tits and bare open pussy shining under the kitchen
lights.

     "What?" I stumbled.

     "Give me five hundred bucks, plus the hundred you owe
me, and you can have her. A whole hour if you want."

     I felt dizzy all of a sudden. The room got faraway,
like in a dream. The mom got small too, but the girl didn't.
She just smiled at me in satisfaction and put her hand
between her legs and started rubbing herself.

     "You don't have to be gentle or nothing. She's already
broken in you know." This was the mom again.

     "How old is she?" a stammered.

     "How old do you want her to be?" mom replied.

     The room was slowly coming back into place. I could
feel my heart pounding, and a huge hard-on throbbing in my
pants.

     "If you liked my mom's, you'll like mine better," the
girl said. "I don't have to shave it."

     "Make up your mind or get out," mom said, holding tight
to the door jamb.

     I pulled some bills out of my pocket and laid three
hundred dollars on the kitchen table.

     "She offered three hundred, and I'll take it."

     "Plus the hundred for mom," the girl said. I'd been
hoping that would get lost in the shuffle. I added another
hundred to the pile.

     "Nope," the mom said. "Five hundred or she closes those
pretty legs of hers until the next guy comes along."

     "I can get girls younger than her in Tijuana for less
than what you charge." I picked up three of the bills and
put them back into my pocket.

     "Fuck off then," she said, swaying back and forth on
her feet.

     "Fucking whore," I shot back. "Whoring your own
daughter to boot."

     The broad suddenly bent over and puked all over the
floor.

     "Jesus Christ, mom," the girl yelled. She got up and
led her back into the bedroom. Excellent. I scooped up the
hundred I'd left on the table and hurried out the door
toward the Mustang.

     I'd just got it turned around when the girl burst out
the kitchen door and near crashed against the side of the
Mustang.

     "Three hundred, just like I said!"

     "Sweetheart --"

     "She's passed out. Won't wake up for hours. Swear."

     I was thinking.

     "And you don't have to give mom her hundred. I'll tell
her you just up and left. She'll never know."

     "How old are you?"

     She chewed over her answer. "Fourteen. I swear. And I
do shave, but just a little. I'm just not as developed as
other girls. Cross my heart and hope to die."

     I looked up and down the road. Except for the kids that
had brought her home, nobody had come by.

     "Where?" I asked.

     "I got my own room. She won't wake up. Swear."

     I got out of the car and followed her back into the
house. Going through the kitchen I turned off the kitchen
light. I had her turn off the porch light too.

     I checked mom, and she was snoring away on the bed,
dead to the world, vomit dribbling down her chin.

     The girl's room was a typical (I guessed) girl's
bedroom. Stuffed animals and clothes all over the place.
Some fashion magazines on the floor too. She turned on a
small lamp on the nightstand so she could see to clear the
bed off, then switched it off.

     I turned it back on.

     "I don't like doing it with the lights on," she said.

     I put the three hundred bucks on the nightstand.

     "How else you gonna see that I'm paying you? Besides,
for my three hundred bucks I get to see what I'm doing."

     "Let me see your cock." I took my pants off for the
second time that night. She stared at it, almost like she'd
never seen one before. She must have read my mind.

     "Wow, you're a lot bigger than those boys." I pulled my
shirt off and let her get a good look at me naked.

     "Sweetheart, maybe you've fucked a dozen guys, but I'll
bet this is your first time with a real man." I put her hand
on it. Jesus shit, I'd never had a hard-on like this one. If
I wasn't careful, I'm pop before I even got it inside her. I
took a deep breath and mentally pulled myself back from the
edge.

     "Suck it."

     She shook her head. "I thought all you kids sucked
before you fucked," I said.

     "Not me, I don't like it."

     She leaned back on the pillows and reached under her
skirt to pull down her panties. I took them from her. The
panties were white cotton, with little pink flowers on them.
She was still wearing kid's panties. She spread her legs.

     "Come on dork, fuck me."

     I got between her legs, pulled her skirt back and
pushed her legs far apart. There her cunt was. Round,
fleshy, puffed up -- and as bare and smooth as a baby's
bottom. I felt dizzy all over again. I ripped her blouse
off. Her bra was stuffed with toilet paper. I ripped that
off too.

     Nothing.

     Her chest as smooth and flat as a boy's. She grabbed my
cock and pulled it toward her cunt. Jesus fucking Christ I
thought. I watched as she clumsily rubbed the head of my
cock up and down her slit. She didn't have a clue. I pulled
the skirt off her and gazed down at her small body, now
completely naked under me.

     Skinny arms. No chest. No hips. Skinny legs. No thighs.
And a smooth round swelling between her legs with just a
simple slit splitting it into two halves.

     I could get up right now, no harm done, and get out of
there. Nothing stopping me. I seized my cock, knocking her
hand away, and shoved the head into her slit. She threw her
legs up in the air and over my back, trying to pull me into
her.

     "Come on, hurry up, fuck me."

     I worked the head of my cock up and down in her slit,
searching for the hole. I found it. Pushed. The head went in
about an inch. She grimaced. I hesitated.

     "You're so big. Fuck me with your big cock. Ram it in."
She was talking like a porn movie. Maybe she wasn't a
virgin, but nothing bigger than my middle finger had ever
been up her.

     I shoved again, banging her head against the headboard.
Fuck. I grabbed her shoulder to keep her in place and thrust
again. She cried out, but tightened her grip on me with her
legs.

     "Hurry it up, dork." Tears came to her eyes. My cock
was set inside her about two inches. I squeezed her shoulder
again grabbed her hip with my other hand and thrust into her
hard as I could. She screamed. My cock burst up inside of
her, spewing cum. I thrust again and again as I came. She
sobbed under me, but at the same time threw her arms around
my neck and held me tight until it was over.

     After I came, I started to panic. I tried to pry the
girl loose, but she held tight.

     "Don't go. Don't go." I didn't know what to do. The
sooner I hit the road the better. And this time I'd take the
interstate and put as much distance between me and her as I
could before the sun came up.

     But she clung to me like a barnacle, even though I'd
been the one that hurt her. I put my arms around her and let
her cry. She seemed to want to bury herself in me deeper and
deeper, so I wrapped her up in my arms and legs and held her
tight. She cried herself to sleep, my wet limp cock caught
between her legs.


(To be continued...)


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