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If you don't want to read such a thing, don't. If it's illegal for you to read it whoever and wherever you are, I don't really care. Don't read it, or don't get caught. This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or adults or anything were involved in its production. This story is made available under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial 3.0 Unported license. You may copy, distribute, or transmit this work so long as authorship is properly credited and these introductory paragraphs are included, and you adhere to the terms set forth at http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/. Please send feedback to rufusfugit at yahoo dot com. I write for enjoyment; my only payment is knowing that my writing has brought pleasure to others, so let me know what you think. This and other stories available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rufusfugit and http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/rufusfugit.htm. New stories are posted on the latter site first. Membership has its privileges. I'd like to extend my thanks to the small group of deeply disturbed individuals who make up my fan base. :-) Also, please support asstr-mirror.org - bandwidth doesn't grow on trees. Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 25 (bg, Mb, gg, tg, ped, mast, oral, 1st, forced-exhib, humil, prost, a soupon of social commentary) by Rufus Fugit Renee had picked up a new technique, from where I don't know. The fourth-grader held Raj's erect penis in her hand, thumb and two fingers pale around the slim chocolate shaft. I noted for the first time that the boy was uncircumcised; his glans was deep red above the wrinkled collar of his fully-retracted foreskin. The two children were lying head-to-toe - or rather, head-to-crotch - across the third seat of the truck. Raj lay on his side near the edge with his jeans and boxer shorts pushed down to his ankles. One knee was cocked in the air. Renee's head was pillowed on his other thigh. She held his hairless organ angled towards her mouth. Her pointed tongue darted out like a snake's licking and probing at the boy's empurpling mushroom. Her cheek dimpled in a half-smile, though her hazel eyes were calm and serious. Raj squirmed under the ten-year-old's oral ministrations. Renee was mostly lying flat, pressed into the crook of the seat. She was wearing a plaid lightweight flannel shirt, denim overalls, and her Timberland hiking boots. The overalls were soft and faded from washing. The shoulder straps were unhooked and the bib pulled down and the button at one hip was undone. The fourth-grader had also opened the bottom two buttons of her shirt and her pink latex strapon jutted obscenely out between the shirttails. Raj's head bobbed over it, slurping and drooling as his lips rode up and down. The visible part of the thick shaft was shiny with his saliva. Renee had her free hand pressed against the back of the boy's head and he gagged slightly as she hunched her hips forward. My niece's eyelids fluttered closed with pleasure, her long lashes dark against flushed cheeks. I still didn't see what she got out of having her dick sucked. I mean, sure, there was some friction of the leather back against her immature cunny, if the elastic was pulled tight enough, and it did have a built-in vibrator when she remembered to change the batteries which was hardly ever. But this was more in her head than between her chubby thighs. She'd been oddly enchanted with the idea of having a penis ever since the first time I had put it on her. Sometimes I would find her in front of the mirror, pants off, just standing and admiring the molded latex jutting from her bare crotch. Or skimming one hand up and down, her elbow pumping as she mimed masturbation. She still loved having her juvenile cunny played with - one of our favorite games was for me to trill my tongue against her clitoris until it fully erected and then suck it as hard as I could into my mouth to stretch it and gently scrape my teeth on the nerve-dense flesh - but more and more the ten-year-old wore the strap-on even when she had no intention of using it. I even suspected she wore it to school occasionally though I had warned her not to. The children were completely absorbed in their mutual fellatio and I took the opportunity to simply enjoy watching them. Renee's hips began to move more energetically. She made soft, erotic little grunting sounds deep in her throat. Raj twitched and jerked as she flapped her tongue against his pisshole. His moans were muffled by his own mouthful of plastic cock as she pursed her lips and pressed them against his frenum. Her flushed cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, as if she were trying to give his wiener a hickey. Renee's grunts got louder and longer and higher-pitched, and her legs tensed and wriggled in time with them until..."OooOOOUhhhhmmmmmgh!" Her butt came up off the seat and her eyes squinched closed. She turned loose of Raj's cock and grabbed his ears with both hands, holding his head still while she shuddered through a quick climax. After several seconds she relaxed, melting back into the cushion. A few strands of damp brown hair clung to one rounded cheek. There was a vee of bare belly visible where her shirt was open and I watched it fill and hollow with her breathing. She reached her arms over her head and stretched. She looked up and saw me. Her expression stayed serious but mischief glinted in her eyes. "Didja get your eyes full?" she asked. Raj saw me peering over the seat. He yelped, lost his balance, and fell heavily onto the floor. He tried to cover his spit-shiny crotch and pull up his pants at the same time, and consequently achieved neither. While he thrashed ineffectually in the small space between the seats Renee calmly sat up, adjusted the strapon to point straight up flat against her belly, pulled up her Hello, Kitty panties, and did up her overalls. "You're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry," I told her and with no delay she launched herself over the seat, tumbling down next to me. After the lewd display I'd just seen I couldn't resist worming my hand under the bib of her overalls to cop a feel from the firm little boob inside her shirt. The flannel was soft and the flesh warm beneath it. But Renee wriggled away, popped the door and took off across the parking lot, leaving poor Raj still struggling to untwist his shorts. I slid over the middle seat back to sit cross-legged looking down at the boy. He refused to meet my gaze, blushing furiously. "Hey, it's cool," I said softly. When he paid me no mind I decided more direct action was needed. I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his juvenile penis, giving it a friendly squeeze. He froze, motionless except for the hot flesh in my hand which, half-wilted, started to stiffen again. His blush got even brighter; with all the blood rushing to his face it was a wonder he had enough left over to inflate his willy. His boycock felt nice in my hand - smooth and hot. If I squeezed just a little I could feel his pulse throbbing at the base. His nutsack was smooth, too, and brown like a Brazil nut, and his small testes were pulled up tight against his body. His tool was just a little longer than the width of my palm with the flushed head peeking out. I rubbed my thumb back and forth across it and he gasped and squirmed on the floor. "You like that, do you?" "Yes, sir," the boy panted. His eyes were wide and dark. "You don't have to call me 'sir' just now," I chuckled. The angle was bad but, my, it looked so tempting. I flopped around so I was lying on my stomach on the seat with my knees bent and my shins pressed awkwardly against the side panel and my shoes against the deeply tinted (thank goodness!) window. I braced myself with my free hand against the seat and was able to lean forward and down. Raj grunted as I tugged on his organ, now achingly hard, and angled it towards my mouth. I shifted my grip to just thumb and forefinger and in one smooth motion sucked it in. He tasted salty, like sweat with just a hint of musk. His skin smelled of cinnamon mixed with little-boy funk. I pressed my tongue up, moving the shaft back and forth against the roof of my mouth and applying quick little puffs of suction. That was all it took. He must've been right on the edge - or, you know, twelve years old, ALWAYS right on the edge. "Owwwweeee!" he groaned, his prepubescent voice breaking even higher. His butt jerked up off the carpet. His little tool swelled and bucked in my mouth. His hands clawed at the empty air. I remembered from my own boyhood how intense those early dry orgasms could be. I slackened my lips enough so that the hot flesh slid freely back and forth, but at the same time I pressed my hand down on his smooth, brown abdomen to keep him from thrusting too deeply. My gag reflex was a lot more sensitive than Lilah's. Perhaps if I'd started fellating adults at age 7 like she had I'd be more accomplished now. I smiled around the skinny preteen cock at the thought as Raj heaved and panted below me. When he stilled I slowly pulled off, my tongue dancing along the length of the shaft. Raj met my eyes briefly then looked away, still shy. "Was that good?" He nodded jerkily. "First time with a guy?" "Yes, sir," he replied. "Just Renee." And he blushed again, realizing that he'd admitted to an adult that he was having sex with a ten-year-old girl, two years his junior. Who happened to be that adult's niece. I chuckled again and told the boy my first name. "You really don't have to call me 'sir' when I have your cock in my mouth. I see why Renee likes it, it's tasty. She's good, but it takes a guy to know what a guy likes. Anyway. Get dressed and come on in to eat." My nonchalance obviously puzzled the boy but before he could reply I levered myself over the seat, hopped out the back door, and headed for the restaurant entrance. I quickly spotted the girls in one of the big round booths. Moira was picking at a salad. Renee sat as far away from her as she could, eyeing the young woman warily as she chowed down on a fish sandwich and fries. Two more meals sat mostly untouched on the table. Glancing around, I spotted Karen browsing the shelves in the attached convenience store. When she walked around an aisle end cap I saw Lilah was trailing along behind her. Her bare legs fairly glowed in the fluorescent lighting. I went to order. Raj came in just as they were assembling my meal so we ordered for him, too, and I carried our tray over to the booth just as Karen and Lilah returned. Renee got up and let the two of them slide in, Lilah first. Then Raj followed, Renee reseated herself and I sat on her other side. "Karen bought me a present," Lilah lisped around a mouthful of french fries. "Really? What?" I asked and in response the seven-year-old held up a little silver charm bracelet. I admired it. Still shoveling in the food with one hand, Lilah held out her other wrist and demanded that Karen put it on her. Karen unhooked the bracelet and started to comply but then a thought seemed to strike her. She glanced over Lilah's head at Moira and quickly looked away. Then she dropped the child's skinny wrist and reached below the tabletop. Lilah squeaked in surprise and toppled over against Moira as Karen's hand came back up holding a pale, skinny ankle. Lilah had the suppleness of early childhood, enough that Karen could pull her one leg straight up in the air without hurting her. Still, her face got red and she dropped both her hands beneath the table. I remembered that tshirt was all she was wearing, meaning her downstairs was probably thoroughly air-conditioned. I leaned over to see and, sure enough, the hem of the tshirt was up around her waist and past that nothing but smooth pink skin against the cool plastic of the booth. Karen rested her chin on the upturned sole of Lilah's foot - which was rather grimy from the parking lot, and with her hands free she worked deliberately to fasten the charm around the seven-year-old's ankle. And it was at just that moment that a young family walked by our table, two men with a little boy about five or six years old. The boy was wearing one of those spiky rubber balls with the flashing LEDs on a lanyard around his neck. Unlike his dads, he was short enough to have a sightline beneath our table. His mouth dropped open in astonishment and he stopped dead for a second right in front of us. Before he could say anything one of the men bumped into him from behind and all three walked to a table in the center of the seating area. The boy kept looking over at us. Karen turned loose of Lilah and she yanked her leg down, burying both hands between her thighs to pull down her tshirt. As her embarrassment faded she took a reciprocal interest in the little boy, specifically in his blinkie. She pointed and demanded "I want one!" from Karen. Karen shrugged. "I already bought you something; if you want more you'll have to earn money yourself. Now eat." Lilah did as she was told. Her table manners were still atrocious and she made short work of her meal. In almost no time her fries were gone and the wreckage of her dissected hamburger was scattered on the table. There was ketchup on her chin and some on the ends of her blond hair where it swung against her face. "Can I go play?" she asked, looking around the table at Karen, me, and Moira in turn. When no one said no, she slid off the seat and crawled under the table. She stood, carefully smoothing her tshirt down for maximum coverage, and then ran for the playland, her skinny thighs flashing as she barged through the door into the glass-walled enclosure. I ate slowly, enjoying the sight of Lilah clambering around. She was pretty careful but she couldn't prevent an occasional flash of her tight little butt as she swarmed up the ladder into the playhouse. And the first time she slid down the slide her shirt rode up entirely so that she landed in the ball pit with her legs spread and her smooth little cunt completely exposed. She quickly covered herself with the plastic balls and readjusted her clothing; from then on she was careful to grab the hem when she slid. Lilah was alone in the play area to start but after awhile she was joined by the little boy who had gotten a peep show earlier. At first they played separately but as I watched they seemed to make friends. At one point they disappeared into the playhouse at the top of the ladder. After a few seconds Lilah's feet appeared out the opening at one end, heels up as if she were lying on her stomach. She twined her little toes together as her dirty soles bobbed up and down. Craning my neck slightly I spotted the boy's face just visible through another hole in the structure. His mouth was open in that same O of astonishment he'd displayed earlier. A bit later the two of them came down the slide, Lilah head-first, and burrowed into the ball pit. They ended up seated nose-to-nose, buried up to their chests in the colorful plastic spheres. Lilah took one of the boy's hands in both of hers and pulled it down into the pile. Both her upper arms and the one of his moved back and forth in matching rhythm. After a few seconds Lilah squirmed free, laughing. The boy lifted his hand up and stared at his extended index finger as if he'd never seen it before. He sniffed it tentatively and wrinkled his nose. At that point I got up to go to the bathroom. When I got back Renee and Raj had gathered up our trash and Karen had fetched Lilah. It wasn't until we were back in the truck, Moira again driving, that I realized that Lilah now wore that spiky rubber ball around her own neck. It started flashing while she squirmed around on the seat, giggling and kicking her bare legs as Karen's hand worked busily between them. Karen leaned over and brushed Lilah's blond hair behind her ear and whispered to her. "Hey!" Lilah called. "Hey!" she repeated, gasping and laughing until I turned around. "Guess where I...ah, haha! Karen, stop tickling my babycunt!" Karen stopped fondling her, but with both hands free she grabbed the hem of Lilah's tshirt and hiked it up. She fought to pull it off. I watched the little girl's naked body hungrily. The shirt covered her head completely and nothing else as she continued, "Guess where I got my necklace?" Her voice was muffled. "I whored it!" she cried, just as Karen pulled her tshirt completely off. Her hair puffed into a dandelion cloud around her head and her glasses were a bit askew. "I whored it!" the second-grader repeated proudly as she splayed her legs wide, displaying her naked, undeveloped body to me. Then she surged up onto her knees, restrained by her seatbelt, and tried to grab the shirt that Karen laughingly held just out of reach. But Karen kept the shirt out of reach and Lilah ended up naked for the rest of our trip. The way she handled it contrasted with my memories of Karen the first few times I had stripped her. Lilah was embarrassed, sure. But she was too young yet to have body-shame or much consciousness of the social implications of public nudity; and she certainly didn't have Karen's religious training and feelings that made her so conflicted about showing her body to strangers, that deep-down conviction that the thing that brought her the most pleasure in the world was terribly, terribly wrong. Plus for weeks now Karen had kept her undressed as much as possible. At least two or three times a week she would strip with Lilah for a quick session of mutual masturbation or cunnilingus. Karen was reluctant to admit it but I was pretty sure she was even taking Lilah along on some of her tricks. More than once I had masturbated imagining the seven-year-old watching her sixth-grade babysitter fucking some grown man. So Lilah didn't feel the deep, abiding humiliation that Karen had at being forced to display her preteen body. Sure, she would suddenly get bashful and hunch over or clap her hands over her mound, hiding her sex. But then Karen would whisper in her ear, or lick one of her tiny pink nipples, or stroke her fingers up and down her vulva and Lilah would relax and forget that she was the only naked person in the car. She waved gaily at passing traffic, pulling silly faces secure in the knowledge that the window tinting made her invisible. I had thought we were heading for the state park where I'd camped many times before, but Moira surprised me by taking an earlier exit and then sending us down a series of ever-smaller and more winding roads. I thought we were somewhere along the southern edge of the park but I couldn't tell for sure. After half an hour or so we were bumping carefully down a rutted dirt road, barely a lane wide with heavy forest growth brushing across the truck's side panels. We came over a little rise and around a sharp bend and the forest fell away. We were in a ragged clearing of several acres, bare dirt in some spots, brush and ragged sawgrass in others ranging from ankle- to waist-high. A white sheet billowing in the breeze caught my eye off to one side; I looked and it resolved into a ragged tent. Then as I looked around more carefully I realized there was a whole collection of tents, shacks, and shanties straggling around the edge of the clearing, most half-concealed in the brush and overhanging tree limbs. I powered down my window and the smell of woodsmoke tickled my nose. I also heard the throaty chug of a generator. A group of men and two women sat at a long trestle table set up under a lone spreading oak maybe twenty yards from where we had stopped. Their faces turned towards us, displaying varying degrees of curiosity and suspicion. "Moira, where are we?" I asked. Moira turned to look at me. She was frowning, an expression I hardly ever saw on her face, and she had nibbled away most of the bright red gloss from her lower lip. "You 'member that article I showed ya, 'bout the Julia Tuttle Causeway in Miami?" Her Alabama accent was thicker than I ever remembered hearing. "No, I don't think so...oh, wait." Enlightenment dawned. "You're kidding. This is the same deal?" "Yep. 'Cept this ain't no official camp. The laws're even worse here than Florida. Ain't no way to comply. They don't want ya to, they wanna lock 'em back up. You stick around and follow their rules, sooner or later y'all catch another case and back inside ya go. So everyone kinda dropped offa the grid, y'know?" Her expression darkened further. "Lotsa these guys were Daddy's friends." She laughed mirthlessly. "Leastways, they were til I grew titties." She put the truck in Park and killed the engine. "Lilah's gonna be real popular." Moira released her seatbelt, opened the door, and hopped out of the truck. She opened the back door and then Lilah squawked as Moira grabbed her upper arm and pulled her outside. "My clothes!" She hunched over, pressing one arm against her chest and covering her prominent mound with the other hand. "None o'that," Moira said sharply, and then the truck shook with a thump as she shoved the second grader against the steel side panel none too gently. She held her there with a hand squeezing each thin upper arm. Sunlight and a warm breeze caressed her bare body. Her vulva was still pink and her clitty a little swollen from all the attention it had received from Moira and Karen on the trip. Her nipples stiffened into pink beads and gooseflesh sprung out all over. Her eyes were enormous behind her glasses. "You ain't gonna need to wear nothin' this week. Now c'mon, you gotta meet your new friends." LIlah whimpered softly as Moira pulled her around to the other side of the truck into the full view of the adults sitting at the table. A couple of them stood and one greeted Moira by name. Then their faces registered shock and delight when they realized she was pulling a naked child along with her. "Guys, I want y'all to meet Lilah. Tell 'em how old you are, kitten." Moira bent and whispered briefly in Lilah's ear then pulled her to stand in front, holding her exposed with a firm grip on her bony shoulders. Lilah squirmed, digging her bare toes into the dirt. She dropped her head, peering at the adults through the curtain of her fine blond hair. "I'm theven years old," Lilah quavered, her lisp coming out under stress as it tended to. "I'm theven, and I'm learning how to be a whore." 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