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   Jenny's Couch, part 17 (Mg, ped, mast, oral, voy, forced-exhib, cons,
non-cons/reluc) by Rufus Fugit

   "What's the city bus garage going to do in the morning when they find
they're short one?" I teased Rob as we loaded luggage into the back of the
enormous black rented SUV.  He grinned as he carefully wedged Karen's and
Renee's colorful backpacks and suitcases into the pile.  The sun was just
setting on the snow-covered lawns of Jenny and Rob's neighborhood and a
biting wind gusted down the street, but we were bound for warmer climes. 
Through some family connection Rob had a beachfront timeshare and this year
he and Jenny had invited me to accompany their family on their Christmas
vacation.  It was a very kind gesture and I had accepted with alacrity. 
Not only was I thrilled to escape this exceptionally brutal winter for two
weeks, but I was a lot less nervous for being able to keep an eye on
eleven-year-old Karen.

   I was worried about Karen these days.  Frankly, I was afraid I broke
her. Our last encounter had shown me that while she was coming to accept
that she was a "whore", the child was not yet able to make her peace with
it.  I had stopped by the house a couple of afternoons since then, getting
there as the girls got home from school but before Jenny or Rob arrived. 
Each time, Karen had been quiet, obedient, and completely somber.  She had
eaten her afternoon snack, done her homework without protest, and then gone
upstairs and shut herself in her room.  I had followed one time.  The door
was closed, but I could hear the child's high-pitched, strained whimpering
clearly from the hallway.  "Ah...Ah...Ah...touch me, oh, oh my
babycunt...oh...oh, GEEZ!" Cracking the door quietly, I had found her lying
on her carefully-made bed surrounded by her stuffed animals, dress hiked
up, skinny legs spread wide and panties around her slim ankles, furiously
masturbating her nearly bald cunt.  Her technique had evolved to plunging
her left middle finger in and out of her vagina while pulling and flicking
at her swollen, oversize clitty with her right thumb and forefinger.  She
had set her naked ass on a ragged old bath towel to soak up the adolescent
sex juices that squelched out of her in such surprising quantity.  The
towel was crusty with her dried secretions.

   As I had watched, entranced, cock throbbing stiff in my jeans, Karen
shuddered through one, two, three orgasms, pumping her hips and thrusting
her bony pelvis in the air, moaning and tossing her head from side to side.
Sweaty strands of her long blonde hair clung to her cheeks.  Her eyes were
screwed shut, her mouth open, the cords in her neck stood out with tension.
The worrying thing was, she really didn't seem to be enjoying herself.  As
her body trembled and her legs scissored open and closed, her face betrayed
no pleasure, just relief and finally exhaustion.  When she was done she
stashed the soaking bath towel underneath her bed.  I saw tear tracks on
her sweaty, flushed face as she rolled over, and the reek of her preteen
sex reached even out into the hallway.

   Some carefully casual questioning of Karen's little sister confirmed
that this was becoming her daily routine.  I learned from nine-year-old
Renee that Karen was getting less and less interested in playing with her
friends.  She had been looking forward to a holiday party with her
classmates for weeks, but in the end had tried to beg off, pleading an
upset tummy.  Jenny had made her go and she had apparently enjoyed herself,
but I was worried the little girl was losing her balance to the sexual
obsession that I was responsible for creating and cultivating.

   Months ago, trying to talk my way out of trouble when Karen had seen me
bring Renee to her first-ever orgasm and ejaculate on the third-grader's
pretty face, I had discovered her tentative experiments with masturbation.
Her church training and her need for adult approval made her guilty and
ashamed far out of proportion to entirely normal and age-appropriate
exploration, and that had been my lever - first to ensure her silence and
then to get her to open her pretty little legs to me, albeit much less
willingly than her sister did.  It had become my perverse game to see how
far I could push the preadolescent, how thoroughly I could stain every area
of her life with sex and humiliation, and now I was afraid I had succeeded
too well.  During our last encounter she had burst into tears, overwhelmed.
Apparently, masturbation was no longer enough to satisfy her burning
preteen cunny, and she was too shy, too shamed, and too unworldly to
approach others to help her out.  That was fine with me - in fact I was
delighted because it meant she would continue to be my willing sex toy -
but the problem was when I wasn't around.  I sensed a growing danger that
the child might break down entirely, or just get so upset and withdrawn
that her parents would decide it went beyond normal preadolescent
moodiness. In her current emotionally fragile state I doubted she would
keep quiet in the face of compassionate questioning, no matter how tortured
she was by the belief I had inculcated that "normal" people - even her
parents - would be disgusted if they knew the truth.

   I hoped to deal with that during our two weeks at the beach.  When Jenny
had told me where the timeshare was located I thought of my friend Moira. A
phone call confirmed that the college she was attending was just a couple
of towns over.  Moira was intrigued when I told her about Karen; her own
history made my description of reluctant sexual precocity very exciting to
her, and together we made some plans to further the fifth-grader's
education.

   But first Jenny, Rob, the girls, and I had an overnight drive to leave
the snow and the mountains behind.  It was twilight as we locked up the
house and scurried through the bitter cold to the packed SUV.  The engine
was running and it was toasty warm inside.  Rob climbed into the driver's
seat.  He'd been working second shift for most of the last year so he was
good to drive for several hours.  Jenny took shotgun; I expected she'd be
asleep well before we made it over the pass.  Three extra-long workdays
plus getting the girls ready for this vacation had wiped her out.

   The children and I tumbled into the second seat of the SUV.  I was a
total weather weenie, and the hot air blowing from the ceiling and floor
vents only gradually stilled my shivering.  On my left, Karen slammed the
door shut.  She was wearing a blue down vest and a heavy white wool sweater
with a matching pompon hat and gloves.  Her denim skirt was just above
knee-length leaving a few inches of bare skin between hem and her heavy
kneesocks.  I'd never understood how girls could walk around bare-legged
like that in freezing weather.  It had been a puzzle to me since elementary
school.  Her tennis-shoe slip-ons left her heels exposed as well, but that
was Karen.  Even at eleven, fashion was more important to her than comfort.

   Renee, on the other hand, was dressed as practically as a nine-year-old
who dressed herself could be.  Her face was just about swallowed in a
psychedelic-patterned snowboarder's earflap cap.  She had on a heavy
polyfill coat which, now that we were closed up in the warm car, she was
unzipping to expose a bright yellow turtleneck shirt.  The shirt was a bit
small on her.  It had pulled out of the elastic waistband of her
embroidered jeans, exposing an inch or so of her smooth, slightly pudgy
belly.  She was wearing rubber snowboots whose acid daffodil color clashed
absurdly with her shirt.

   Karen was unexpectedly cheerful.  She had given me a big smile and a hug
when I arrived and had stuck close by me throughout the afternoon.  But her
face fell when Renee clambered over the seatback to the third seat and
loudly announced that she wanted her uncle to sit with her.  Karen opened
her mouth to argue but before she got a word out, Rob said, "Karen, get in
back and let your uncle stretch out.  You and Renee can share the third
seat."

   Now Renee started to complain.  I spoke up before her whining made her
father harden his position.  "Naw, I don't mind, Rob.  It looks cozy back
there, and I'm just going to go right to sleep anyway." Before he or Jenny
could reply I wriggled my shoulders and upper body over the bench seatback,
landing half-atop Renee.  I saw Rob looking at me in the rear-view mirror;
he shrugged as Renee laughed and attempted to push me off of her.  I rolled
to the left and sat up.  Karen was looking over the seatback with a sulky
expression on her face.  I reached forward to cup her cheek, gently
stroking the soft skin.  "It's OK, kiddo," I said breezily.  "We can switch
places after awhile if you want." The fifth-grader wasn't completely
mollified by this.  She didn't complain further, but after belting herself
in she twisted around and watched her younger sister and myself.  In the
dim light filtering through the tinted windows she looked briefly jealous,
but then her expression smoothed.  "Okay, but I want to tell you
something," she started.  She was almost bouncing in her seat in her
eagerness.

   "Not right now, honey," I answered.  "I want to relax for awhile.  Tell
me later." Karen looked disappointed, but she subsided.

   The city had recovered thoroughly from the recent blizzard.  While snow
lay deep on lawns and rooftops, the streets were well-plowed and clear.  We
chased the last light of day up the mountain, and then night enveloped the
vehicle swiftly as we descended from the pass.  The interstate was also
clear and, once out of the evening commute traffic, Rob was able to set the
cruise control and relax.  For the first few miles the girls chattered
away, telling me all about the beach and the condo - they'd both been there
every year of their entire lives, starting in utero.  Karen in particular
was quite talkative; she was clearly competing for my attention with her
younger sister.  Rob broke in from time to time to correct them or add an
adult perspective.  There was lots of live music, he told me, but right now
during high season most of it was tourist crap.  He promised to take me to
one place where we might escape the scourge of Jimmy Buffet cover bands.

   Once the streetlights ended the only illumination in the back seat was
from the occasional sweep of other travelers' headlights, dimmed by the
heavy window tint.  We settled down for the first long leg of the drive; by
tradition as Karen informed me, we would drive until some time past
midnight when we'd stop to gas up and have a very late dinner at a
particular restaurant, a local landmark.

   The tires hummed over the road at a steady 75 mph.  The gentle swaying
of the suspension and the muted rhythmic "thwop, thwop" from the pavement
seams gently lulled us.  Karen was still turned in her seat but she had
fallen into a light doze, resting her head in the crook of her elbow.  She
had removed her hat and her tousled blond hair fell across her face.  She
was sitting on the left of the long bench seat and was I behind her.  I
slumped down some, letting my legs fall open.  I could just barely see Rob
in the rear-view mirror over the seatback.  Renee was sitting all the way
over on the right.  She lifted one foot and then the other, pulling off her
bright yellow snowboots.  Then she wriggled out of the shoulder belt so she
could turn sideways, wadding up a pillow against the door and stretching
out her legs.  I saw that her little feet were encased in woolen toe-socks.
I reached out and grabbed her big toe, wiggling it gently and then stroking
her sole.  I saw her smile in the dim light.  I leaned over and whispered
to her.  She smelled of damp wool, baby shampoo, and a little bit of sweat.
As always, her delicious odor brought a pleasant throb to my crotch.  I
inhaled deeply and felt myself start to stiffen inside my fleece
sweatpants.

   Renee nodded at my suggestion.  She opened her seatbelt and turned
herself around so that her feet were on the pillow.  She pushed off,
scooting herself across the seat until she could lay her head on my stomach
as I slouched.  For safety, I snapped the lap belt from the center seat
position around her.  I looked down at the child.  Highway lights moved
across her round face.  She was still wearing her snowboarding cap.  I
gently stroked her forehead, her cheek.  With one finger I traced the tip
of her snub nose, then rested my palm on her lips.  I felt her smile, then
purse her lips and kiss my hand.  I moved my hand down to her chin, her
neck, and then onto her shirt, caressing her chest and belly through the
ribbed fabric.  The child made a humming sound in her throat, so soft I
could barely hear it above the road noise, but there was no mistaking the
way she arched her back, pushing her torso upwards against my touch.

   My heart beat faster and I made an effort to slow and deepen my
breathing.  It was about a year ago that I had first fondled Renee just
like this, in that hotel room with her father impenetrably asleep in the
next bed.  Even though Rob was awake now, I was probably safer from
discovery than that first time.  His attention was fixed on the road and
there were two seatbacks blocking his view in any case.  But no matter how
remote, the prospect of discovery added a buzz of fear to the forbidden
eroticism.  Of course, unlike that morning a year ago, I knew Renee was
eager to be touched.  I had trained the nine-year-old well, trained her in
her immature body's sexuality and how she and I could both coax pleasure
from it.

   I gazed down at Renee's round face and desire welled up within me.  She
smiled as I moved my hand to the narrow strip of skin between the hem of
her shirt and her jeans.  I trailed my fingers from side to side, pausing
to wiggle my index finger into her navel.  She clapped her hands over her
mouth and her belly heaved with suppressed laughter as I tickled.  Then I
angled my wrist and pushed my hand up under her shirt, rubbing my
fingertips up her round belly and across her chest.  Her hands fell away
from her face and she sighed deeply, her face relaxing and her eyes
half-closing as she wriggled gently against my touch.  My cock stretched to
its full length in my loose trousers as I watched the third-grader enjoy
being fondled; the tip of it just pressed against the back of her head as
she rolled with the car's motion.

   I stole a quick glance upwards.  Karen was still dozing, her face
pressed against her arm over the seatback.  In the mirror I could see Rob's
eyes were fixed on the road.  Jenny was slumped down, swallowed in the
leather bucket seat, presumably asleep.  "Pull your shirt up," I whispered
to Renee.  She obeyed, grabbing the hem in both hands and rucking it up
under her armpits.  She tucked her chin down to hold it up, baring her
entire chest.  Warm air from the vents blew across her naked skin.  She was
so beautiful.  When she inhaled I could see the inverted V of the bottom of
her ribcage.  She seemed pudgier in recent weeks; maybe she was getting
ready for a growth spurt.  Her nipples were pointy pink-tipped cones, not
really breasts yet, just little puppyfat titties.  I couldn't resist
touching them.  With both hands now, I trailed my fingers up her belly,
then gently pinched her nips between thumbs and fingers, twisting my hands
around them and pulling just a little bit.  I leaned my head down so my
face was close to hers and whispered, "Oh, you have such cute little
boobies.  They feel so nice, I just want to touch them all the time. 
You're so sexy, Renee, and you make me feel so sexy.  My thingy's getting
all hard from touching you and looking at you."

   Renee hummed in pleasure and pushed her small chest against my hands as
I spoke.  "It feels good," she answered.  "I like it.  Keep touching my
boobies, please.  Touch me all over and make me tingly, ah!  like that,
please, touch me more!" I had trained the little girl well, but it was
clear that she wasn't just repeating rote phrases back at me.  She really
did enjoy our sexual encounters, and with my encouragement she had become
completely comfortable talking about her body's pleasures as she
experienced them.  I leaned back and rested my left hand on the
nine-year-old's head while I continued fondling her with my right.  I
traced the soft corrugations of her ribcage, pressed my hand gently against
her belly as she breathed.  I spread my fingers and moved my hand back and
forth across her chest, catching and flicking her nipple as each finger
passed over it.  The little nubs stiffened in turn as I played with first
one, then the other.  I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of the
child's smooth, warm skin on my palm as her head rocked lightly against my
rampant penis with the gentle motion of the road.  I continued stroking
Renee's naked chest for maybe half an hour as I fell into a light doze.

   I came back to full wakefulness when I felt Renee tug on my sleeve.  I
opened my eyes and looked down at her shadowed face.  She crooked a finger
at me, urging me to bend down so she could whisper.  "Karen's watching us,"
she said.  I flicked a glance upwards and indeed, I could see the older
girl's eyes shining behind her glasses.  "I bet she wishes you were
touching her instead of me," Renee continued.  "She's a silly whore, isn't
she?"

   "You be nice to your sister," I replied, but my tone was mild.  I didn't
want to encourage Renee to be too contemptuous of her older sister, but a
little upset in the normal power relation between older and younger sib
would help keep Karen emotionally off-balance, and I hoped further
encourage her to look to me for reassurance and positive reinforcement.

   Karen had heard her sister and saw me look up at her.  I thought she was
going to snap at Renee, but instead she craned her neck over the seatback
and spoke softly to me.  "Can I tell you now?  Please, can I?  It's real
important."

   But Renee wasn't finished.  She lifted her head a bit and again I bent
so she could whisper.  "I like you playing with my boobies, but my cunt is
lonely." She giggled at her anthropomorphizing of her privates.  "Will you
rub my cunt now and make me tingly, and I can have an orgasm?  Please?" And
whatever it was Karen wanted to tell me was forgotten in a surge of lust
for the nine-year-old in my lap.  I smiled and slid my hand down the
child's round belly and over the waistband of her jeans.  I pressed gently
between her legs into her denim-clad crotch, feeling the warmth of her
through the fabric.  I started to rub up and down slowly, pressing my
middle finger into her juvenile furrow while my first and third slid in the
creases between thigh and vulva.  "Mmmmmm," the third-grader hummed in
pleasure.  She stretched her neck, pointing her chin up and releasing her
shirt, allowing it to ride down slightly, almost covering her bare nipples.
At the same time she drew her knees up and open, spreading herself on the
broad leather bench seat like a frog on its back.  Her pants stretched
tight across her crotch as I continued to rub slowly up and down, gradually
applying more pressure.  Her nude belly rose and fell in the shifting
shadows.

   "Insssside," Renee hissed, half-moaning.  "Go insiiide." Working slowly
and quietly to obey my nine-year-old lover, I popped the snap on her jeans
and gently worked the zipper down.  I tried to work my hand into her pants
but the fabric was still stretched too tight across her crotch.  I withdrew
and, glancing forward to make sure Rob's attention was still firmly on the
road, gently tugged at one side of the waistband.  Renee understood what I
was trying to do and wriggled her butt from side to side to help.  Together
we eased her open jeans just a little ways down her thighs.  There was room
enough now, and I slid my hand back down her abdomen.  Her underwear had
worked itself down too, the frilly elastic stretching just across the top
of her bald mound.  My breath caught in my throat as my fingers gently
probed her panty-clad slit.  I was overwhelmed with love and lust for the
sexy little preteen.  How lucky I was to have found her and been able to
train her up before society's rules got in the way.

   Renee's smooth cunny was hot through the thin cotton of her panties and
I could feel a little dampness starting to spread.  She pulled her knees up
higher.  Her feet twitched as I traced a finger from side to side across
her labia.  Each toe of her knitted socks was a different shade of pink,
purple, or blue and I watched them curl together and release as my touch
sent little shocks of immature pleasure through her body.  I slid my middle
finger up and down her slit, each time pressing the thin fabric a little
harder.  I curled my finger slightly on the upstroke and the little girl
twitched and sighed explosively as it slipped over the tiny bump of her
erecting clitoris.  I began to concentrate on the swelling nub, flicking my
finger up and down and circling it.  "Ah!  Ah-HAH!  Ah-HAH!" she moaned in
rhythm with my touch.  "Insiiide, pleeease," she begged again.

   I obliged the nine-year-old, pushing my hand underneath the elastic
waist of her panties and finally touching her naked vulva.  It felt
heavenly, smooth and hairless and hot.  I pushed gently into her slit,
wetting my fingers with her gooey, slippery preteen juice.  Renee's legs
scissored closed, trapping my hand for a second, then open again as her
entire body tensed.  She pulled her knees higher and opened them as wide as
she could and arched her back, pushing her bared titties up towards me. 
She was panting more and more loudly, and I laid a finger across her lips,
reminding her to stay quiet.  I could feel her baby clitty now fully erect,
peeking out of its hood as I continued circling it with my fingers,
spreading her juices across it and her labia.  I bent my body down towards
her crotch.  The angle was wrong to kiss her delightful little cunny, but I
got close enough that a deep inhale filled my sinuses with the piquant
scent of child pussy, light and sweet and incredibly arousing.  I pressed
my fingers harder against her slippery little button, pushing it from side
to side with increasing speed.  Her entire body twitched with each flick of
my fingers.  Then her eyes opened wide and her panting turned into a squeal
that I just managed to muffle in time, clapping my left hand hard over her
mouth and pressing down.

   Renee twisted her torso from side to side.  Her legs clamped shut again
on my wrist, and her toes in their colorful socks curled tight.  Her narrow
hips thrust upwards against my hand and she trembled violently as her
prepubescent orgasm washed over her.  I could feel her groaning into my
left hand as I held her head tightly.

   After several seconds, the third-grader went limp.  Her body relaxed and
her legs fell back open with my hand still buried inside her panties.  I
stroked my fingers gently across her moist labia as diminishing tremors of
pleasure passed through her undeveloped body.  Her hands came up and tugged
at mine still clamped across her mouth and jaw, and I released her.  She
sighed deeply, smiling and pursing her lips at each tiny aftershock.

   I looked up to see Karen still watching us raptly.  Her eyes were wide
behind her glasses.  She was twisted around with her right arm trapped
between her slim body and the seatback and I could see her right shoulder
moving in small circles.  Well, we couldn't have that.  As I stroked my
hands gently across her little sister's forehead and vulva, I sat forward
and whispered fiercely in the older girl's face, "Get your hand off that
babycunt!  Right now!"

   Shocked, Karen froze.  "But...but..." she stammered.

   "You can't do it in here!" I continued.  "The whole car will reek.  Is
that what you want?  Do you want your daddy to smell your cunt?  Do you
want Daddy and Mommy to know their little girl is a whore?  Do you?" Of
course that was ridiculous, but Karen was so terribly embarrassed at being
caught that it struck her to the core.

   Passing headlights showed tears welling in the fifth-grader's eyes.  She
finally stammered out, "But...I am a whore." She was unable to look at me
as she spoke, squeezing her eyes shut in humiliation.

   "Of course you are, sweetie." I spoke softly, kindly, rewarding Karen
for her admission.  For all that I was worried about her emotional balance,
I saw no alternative to continuing to prod and encourage the
eleven-year-old down this road.  Time enough, if my plans for this vacation
went well, to make her happy about it.  Our foreheads were practically
touching.  She could feel my breath warm on her face as I whispered in the
intimacy of the darkened car.  "Of course you're a whore.  But it's your
private business.  We'll tell Mommy and Daddy when you're older but right
now they'd say you're too little.  They wouldn't even let you play with
your babycunt, and they'd certainly never let you fuck.  Is that what you
want?"

   "Nooo..." Tears squeezed out between the child's delicate lashes as she
writhed in her seat.  I knew that threat would be effective right now, with
her adolescent cunny burning from her interrupted masturbation. 
"It's...hot, I haveta...please..."

   "I know, sweetie." I risked a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth. 
"And I'll help you.  I'll fuck that hot babycunt of yours.  That's what you
want, isn't it?" She nodded.  "Isn't it?" I repeated.

   "Yes," she breathed, defeated.  "I want you to fuck my babycunt."

   "I will, I promise.  But not here.  You have to keep your hands off
while we're in the car.  Can you do that?  For me?" Karen nodded.  She
looked miserable now, miserable but determined.  "Good whore," I praised
her, and sat back in the seat.

   Renee had relaxed into her afterglow, but between the sweet aroma of her
preteen cunny still filling my nose, and having just heard her
eleven-year-old sister beg me almost against her will to fuck her, I was
tense and iron-hard.  I took the little girl's hand in my own and pressed
it down onto my sweatpants, rubbing it up and down my tumescent shaft.  "My
turn now, OK?  Will you make me feel good?" Obediently, Renee rolled over
onto her stomach.  She laid her head on my abdomen as I slouched down
further in the seat.  I sighed in pleasure as I felt her small hand
skimming up and down the length of my organ, pausing at the cap, the shaft,
the root to squeeze lightly.  I closed my eyes and breathed deeply,
concentrating on the sensation of the child's warm little fist as my
pleasure gradually built.  "Insiiide," I quietly mimicked her own plea of
minutes before.  With no hesitation at all, Renee's hand and her thin
forearm slid beneath the drawstring waist.  I inhaled sharply and sighed
again as I felt small, cool fingers slide down the length of my stiffy.  If
the child was surprised to find I wasn't wearing undershorts it didn't
bother her.  Her hand went all the way down to my hairy nutsack and cupped
it gently, then trailed back up to the tip.  Precum began to flow and her
fingers smeared it around and around the circumcised head.  "Niiiiice," I
breathed out.

   I looked at Karen who was watching her sister wank me with that same
avid desperation in her face.  She looked overwhelmed with need and, I
imagined, hated herself for it.  I could also see that she was disobeying
me.  Her right shoulder was moving slowly, rhythmically.  I smiled.  I
doubted that her covert self-abuse would do more than leave her even more
aroused and frustrated.  And then she got to see my eyes widen in shocked
pleasure as I felt a puff of Renee's warm breath across my penis, and her
lips plant a careful, close-mouthed kiss on the slick head.  I grunted and
twitched, humping my cock at the child's small mouth, but she pulled back
and craned her neck to look up at me.  "What's the word?" she asked, a
mischievous smile on her face.

   It took a second for my head to clear and realize she was enforcing our
little bargain.  "Um...have we done 'wiener'?" I chose at random.

   Renee giggled, and then almost too quietly to hear she sang, "Oh, my
uncle has an Oscar Meyer wiener." Then without further comment she hooked
her hand in my waistband and pulled the elastic down, baring the entire
length of my erect organ down to my scrotum, and fastened her lips tightly
over the head.  Renee's technique was nowhere near as expert as her
sister's and her mouth was too small to engulf more than the tip of my
average-sized organ.  Still, the pleasure of being eagerly sucked on by a
nine-year-old child was indescribable.

   For most of an hour the skills of my third-grade fellatrix kept me
balanced on the knife-edge of orgasm.  I dared not finish; I knew Renee
couldn't swallow a full ejaculation and with no underwear and no towel or
rag handy, spraying semen in my pants would leave a mess I couldn't cover
up or explain.  So from time to time when I felt my cum rising I would
gently grip the back of the child's neck and pull her away, at the same
time squeezing the base of my cock tightly until the urge receded. 
Sometimes when I released the pressure a single squirt would dribble into
her mouth.  She swallowed without complaint, then spit out the tip and
spent some time kissing and licking up and down the shaft as I writhed in
silent pleasure.  Her pants were still open as she lay on her stomach so I
gently worked my hand inside her panties and down between the cheeks of her
firm bubble butt.  She tensed when my middle finger found her anal rosebud,
but I just massaged it gently, making no effort to penetrate her.  I knew
that without lube and without chemical assistance she wouldn't enjoy that.
Occasionally I would glance through half-closed lids at Karen.  She
could've been asleep herself, except for her eyes shining behind her
pink-framed lenses and her shoulder slowly moving against the seatback as
she covertly masturbated.  Finally, I leaned forward, carefully cradling
Renee's head in my lap.  Her lips slid a bit further down my penis as I
shifted, filling her small mouth almost to its limit.  "What was it you
wanted to tell me, sweetie?"

   Karen's face lit up.  Her earlier upset was forgotten as she seized on
the opportunity to please me and earn my praise.  She put her lips close to
my ear and whispered proudly, "I whored on my own last week!" Her hand came
out from under her skirt, dug into the pocket, and then reached over the
seatback.  Her fingers were shiny with fresh cunt cream, but she was
holding a crumpled twenty dollar bill out to me.  I took it from her and
shoved it in my coat pocket.  I listened with growing surprise as she
launched into the story of how she had sucked her close boy friend's penis
at that holiday party, and convinced him the next day to pay her for it.

   My face was burning and my breath was coming in ragged gasps, but Karen
was oblivious to my growing distress.  She looked proud and happy as she
told me how at first she was scared, "But once I had his, you know, his
penis in my mouth it was easy.  It was only little and I knew how to make
him feel good." At the same time I heard soft slurping coming from my lap
as Renee tried to cope with the increasing flow of precum.  She slid her
lips up to the tip, swallowing, and then back down just over the ridge of
the flaring head.  That, plus the image of Karen going determinedly into
that bedroom closet, yanking down her best friend's shorts and stuffing her
mouth full of his boycock, seeing how obviously pleased with herself she
was and happy at having done what only weeks ago I'd had to force on her -
it was too much.  I boiled over and with no warning ejaculated into Renee's
mouth.

   The first shot splashed against the third-grader's palate and filled
her. She jerked her head back from my spurting tool in shock, though not
before another squirt overflowed her mouth and dripped off her lips back
down onto my penis.  I clenched my teeth, holding my entire body rigid and
motionless, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.  I had just
enough presence of mind to tear the child's hat off her head so that it
stayed clean.  My nuts convulsed as the next shots painted Renee's face and
hair with pearly goo.  She finally rolled out of the way and I sent a
squirt straight up almost to the level of the seatback, before it plopped
back onto my pants.

   Renee curled onto her side, choking and coughing, spitting more globs of
cum onto the leg of my sweats.  Karen looked on smugly at her little
sister's distress, perhaps considering it payback for the earlier
namecalling, but as my eyes uncrossed I was in a panic.  Rob glanced up at
the rear view mirror and Jenny, awakened by the noise, turned around in her
seat.  "Everything okay back there?  Renee, you all right?"

   "She's ok!" I croaked out.  Frantically I grabbed at one of the pillows
on the floor, and tried to wipe the child's face clean on the pillowcase
while she tried to get away from me and sit up.  I pressed down hard on her
exposed chest, holding her against the seat with one hand while I rubbed at
jizz that had landed in her hair and on her face with the other, all the
while trying to keep my upper body still so I'd appear relaxed to the
adults looking over the seats.  I cleared my throat and spoke, I hoped
normally.  "She just took a drink and it went down wrong." Inspired by my
own desperate lie, I opened a liter sport bottle one-handed and spilled a
little water on the pillow, rubbing in the cum and using the wet fabric to
better clean Renee.  As her coughing diminished and she caught her breath,
I let her raise her head.  Once I could see no obvious globs of sperm on
her, I released her entirely.  She sat up, looking reproachfully at me. 
"Sorry," I whispered, but she angrily opened her seatbelt and scooted back
to the other side of the seat, turning her face away from me.  I don't
think she realized that her sister had been the catalyst for my climax, but
I did, and judging from her expression so did Karen.  Payback was one
thing, but I was still shaking from what a near thing that was.  I glared
at the older girl and her smile faltered a bit.  Jenny was still looking
back at us with concern, but all she said was, "We'll be stopping for
dinner in about another hour" - Rob broke in to say, "More like an hour and
a half." - "so you all relax back there.  Honey, remember to drink slowly."


   Eventually, Renee drifted off to sleep.  After cleaning my pants as best
as I could I dozed as well, only jerking awake at the feel of the SUV's
wheels losing traction slightly.  Sleet rattled off the roof and gusty
winds buffeted us as Rob's careful driving took us through a brief storm.
Shortly after that I felt the car slowing.  I glanced at my watch: just
past midnight, and as I looked up we pulled off the highway towards the
harsh brilliant lights of a huge truck plaza.

   "Dinnertime!" Rob announced from the driver's seat as he guided the SUV
to the last row of gas pumps.

   Karen leaned forward.  "Daddy, can I pump the gas?  Please?"

   I smiled as an idea struck me.  "Let me get this first tank, okay?  You
guys go ahead and get a table.  Karen and I will gas up, then we'll park it
and join you." After some polite protests and a reminder of the size of the
rental's tank, Rob acquiesced.  Next to me Renee had her clothes fastened,
coat zipped up, and her hat and boots back on.  She threw herself over the
seatback in front of us and tugged at the door handle.  She had to push her
slight weight against the door to get it open and then she half-tumbled out
into the cold.  Jenny alighted at the same time and took her hand, and Rob
joined them, setting off across the asphalt to the restaurant entrance.

   Despite being hours south of where we started, dang, it was still cold!
I was shivering as soon as I climbed out behind Karen.  The SUV was parked
between the pump island and the restaurant.  On the other side of the pump
was an empty field and the highway a few hundred yards away.  A biting wind
flattened patches of weeds sticking up from frozen mud.  The harsh lights
gave the car an evil glow.  The black sheet metal was dappled with sleet
and ice from the storm we'd just driven through.  I swiped my card at the
pump then angled my body away from the gusty wind.  Only my crotch was warm
as I stiffened in anticipation.

   Karen got the pump nozzle into the car's gashole and started fueling. 
She huddled close to the car, standing where the pump blocked some of the
wind.  I glanced around.  For the moment there was no one else at this
island and the car blocked us from view of the building.  I stepped up
behind the blond girl and bent my head to whisper in her ear.  "So, did you
like making me squirt in your sister's mouth like that?  Did it make your
babycunt hot?" Karen must've heard something in my tone that worried her,
but she nodded uncertainly.  "Well, then, we'd better cool you off!" And
with that I yanked her sweater and vest up to her chin and lunged forward,
pressing her suddenly exposed upper body against the freezing truck.

   "YIIII!" Karen yipped as the wind was knocked out of her.  The icy metal
burned against her naked skin.  She started squirming frantically, trying
to push her chest away but I leaned my weight against her and she couldn't
escape.  I reached my hands around, shoving them between her and the
ice-flecked truck so that I could pinch her swollen, walnut-sized nipples
between my fingers.  I squeezed and started rubbing them hard against the
metal.  "Ow!  S...s...top!" she gasped, but the icy cold stole her breath
away.  Her teeth were already chattering as the heat was sucked from her
body.  Her face was pressed against the window, and through two thicknesses
of the tinted glass she could see the rest of her family walking away
towards the doors of the brightly lit building.  Her parents were walking
hand-in-hand.  Renee was skipping and capering around her mommy and daddy.
Karen could see her laughing though the growl of diesel trucks drowned any
sound.  They looked so happy - just a normal, happy family that had left
her behind.  A family was Mommy and Daddy and a little girl, not a
half-undressed whore with her babycunt always hot and juicy and wet from
touching herself.  She watched their backs recede until Daddy opened the
door to the restaurant and they went in and were gone.  She closed her eyes
and whimpered.

   "Quiet!" I ordered her.  Turning loose of her nipples, I boosted under
her armpits and lifted the young girl right off her feet, holding her
wedged between my body and the car.  Her shoes kicked futilely against the
tire.  If she had known even a little bit what she was doing she could've
done some serious damage to my shins and knees, but the cold metal and
glass and the ice melting against her sensitive skin took her strength and
drove rational thought from her head.  She sniveled and whined louder as I
pulled her denim skirt up around her waist.  Now her uncovered thighs were
also shoved against the icy truck.  I pressed harder against her body to
keep her from slipping as she struggled feebly.  With one hand I reached
down and pulled aside the crotch of her panties.  The child yipped again as
her nearly bald vulva was smashed against the freezing surface.  She was
starting to cry as the shock and pain of the cold overwhelmed her.  With my
other hand I reached into my sweats.  I was panting with anticipation.  The
fifth-grader's futile struggles and piteous cries only aroused me further.
A quick glance around showed no cars approaching the pump island.  Now or
never!

   Karen was shocked silent as she felt something blunt and hot pressing
against her freezing vulva from the back.  She had only a second to realize
what was happening and then I eased the pressure against her shoulders and
she slipped down the side of the car a bit.  As she did, my rampant cock
wedged itself between her hairless labia.  She spread her legs against the
black metal to ease the pressure, groaning as her own weight slowly drove
my penis into her.  I exhaled into her ear as her tight preteen vagina
gradually enveloped me in slippery delicious liquid heat.  I tilted my
pelvis forward until I, too, felt the shock of the icy truck body against
my shaft.  Karen convulsed as the change of angle pressed her genitals
forward and her moist, erect clitoris was smashed directly against the
freezing metal.

   Karen spread her knees and opened her legs froglike against the truck,
trying to ease the pressure of my cock boring into her.  Her skirt was
around her waist.  Cold air played on her butt cheeks as I shifted, driving
myself deeper into her.  The contrast of the hot cock filling her juvenile
vagina with the freezing cold against her labia and her clitoris was a
torture of pleasure.  The conflicting sensations overwhelmed her, setting
her head whirling.  Then she jumped and cried out as I bottomed out inside
her, the flaring head of my cock bumping against her cervix.  My balls were
freezing.

   I held the struggling child under her armpits and began making short,
sharp thrusts into her.  Each time I withdrew she slid down slightly, her
clitty dragging across the bitterly cold truck, then as I thrust up it was
pushed in and enveloped in her tightly stretched labia and bathed in the
heat of my erection.  "I'm...uh!...proud of you...uh!...for
sucking....uh!...Raymond's cock," I gasped out.  "That must've
been...uh!...scary." Karen's muddled brain absorbed my perverse praise,
unable to cope with the bizarre situation.  She was being raped at a gas
station.  Never mind that passive voice shit: I was raping her - but for
her part, months of abuse made it impossible for her to even conceive of
having the right to withhold consent.  Sex was something to enjoy if
possible, tolerate if not.  But it wasn't something she could possibly have
the right to refuse.  Even as her body shivered and froze, heat and
pleasure began to rise from her violated center and she began to twitch
with little pre-climax shocks.  And through all that I was carrying on a
"normal" conversation with her.

   "You're a hot little whore...uh!" I continued.  "Got a hot
little...uh!...babycunt.  Going to fuck that babycunt all the...fuck!ing
time.  Fuck!...fuck!...fuck!" I chanted in time with my thrusts.  Karen's
eyes swam out of focus as my words echoed in her head.  She shivered
violently and an orgasmic wave broke over her.  I gasped as her cunt
clamped and spasmed around me and my own climax boiled up.  I threw my head
back, eyes squeezed shut, groaning with each squirt into the little girl.

   Karen felt the slippery heat of my ejaculation filling her belly.  The
intensity of her orgasm emptied her mind, washing away fear, washing away
humiliation, washing away everything but the trembling starburst that
roiled her entire body, from her freezing titties down to the tips of her
toes.  For a few blissful seconds, she was simply, purely pleasure.

   The gas pump clunked as the auto-shutoff tripped.  Startled back to
reality, I glanced wildly around then stepped back sharply as another car
pulled in around the other side of the pump.  Karen stumbled as my cock
yanked free and her sneakers hit the tarmac.  I pulled her skirt down,
covering her pale ass.  For a few seconds she was unable to move, leaning
with her forehead and bared chest still pressed against the truck.  Then
she took a wobbly step backwards and fumbled her sweater down into place. I
busied myself with the pump, putting the hose back and pressing the buttons
for my receipt.  I stole a glance at the other driver as he got out, but
avoided direct eye contact when I saw him looking quizzically at us.  I
grabbed Karen's bicep and hustled her to the front passenger door then
climbed in and drove off across the parking lot and around the building out
of sight of the gas pumps.  Karen shifted in the seat, squeezing her thighs
together as she felt my cum start to drain out of her.  The crotch of her
panties was still pushed to the side underneath her denim skirt.  I put the
truck in Park and killed the engine.  "Now as soon as we get in the
building you go to the bathroom and wipe off that messy babycunt,
understand?  We can't have you stinking up our dinner table."

   Karen's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright.  She nodded
shakily, and reached for the door handle.