Well, fuck. As Popeye says, that's all I can stands, I can't stands no more. I had tried. But everyone around us was asleep, I desperately wanted this girl with every fiber of my being, she was the one who was advancing the game. And if 13-year-old Jennifer wanted to give me a blowjob, well, I just wasn't going to say no.

"Yes, I would like that," I whispered to Jennifer.

"I thought you would," she said, gleefully. "But instead of just pulling your dick out through your zipper, why don't you like pull your pants down? That way I can be more creative and you won't run the risk of your dick scraping against your zipper, you know? Don't worry, it's dark, no one can see."

Once I had committed to going along with her, there was no stopping. I didn't even think about it. I unbuckled my belt, and slid my trousers and jockeys down over my knees, all the way to my ankles. Instantly, I felt her hand on my now-naked cock. My cock was so hot and her hand was so soft and so cool. She made a gentle fist around the shaft and began to jack me slowly, up and down. I was so turned on, so churning with horniness, that it actually felt better than fucking. It was so dirty, such forbidden fruit, feeling this teenager's hand on my cock.

Then she stopped. "Scuse me a minute, big guy, but I got something that will make this even better." Her hand disappeared, and I was aware of her bending over in her seat and rummaging around. She must have brought her backpack with her and set it on the floor. Soon she was back, cuddling up next to me, leaning in to me, and I smelled something. Coconut oil.

Suntan lotion!

"I'm told that it feels better with a little lotion for the motion," she said, and giggled again, that little-girl giggle that had sounded so innocent before but now sounded depraved. I heard the squirting sound - it wasn't me, not yet -and she gooped the lotion into her hand and then went back to massaging my hard-on.

Christ, that felt even better! The cool lotion, my hot, hot blazing hot dick, all of it being done surreptitiously, under the blankets. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light now and I could see little Jennifer next to me. Her eyes were huge and danced with lasciviousness.

"I'll bet that feels, like, pretty good, doesn't it?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned, very softly, being sure not to wake anybody up.

"I like doing older guys," she said. "I did a lot of the boys in my eighth grade class, and they were kind of fun at first, but then I got tired of them. I seduced my math teacher, and once I found out how grateful older guys are, and how much they get off on doing stuff with a little girl like me, I concentrate now on doing men rather than boys."

"Are you a virgin?" I managed to rasp out. Up and down went her slick, slick hand, making a slight squeaking noise in the dark.

"Of course I'm a virgin, silly," she said. "I'm only 13! It's not like I'm a slut or something.."

Actually, I had just been thinking that a slut is exactly what she was. "I don't get it," I said.

"Well, Mr. Happy here sure gets it," she said. Again, that giggle. Up down up down squeak squeak Jennifer's little hand is jacking me off, getting me closer and closer.

"When I have sex, I want it to be on my terms, when I decide, and not just because some guy is panting after me. Anyway, stuff like this isn't real sex, is it?"

Jennifer once again reached into her bag of tricks; I had no idea what was coming next. "Know what I've got here now?" she crowed. "It's my toothbrush. I'm gonna give your dick a good brushing. And when I'm done, I won't clean it off. I'll just take it home with me, and every time I brush my teeth I'll be able to taste your cock."

Son of a bitch, she really knew what to say to turn a guy on! My dick was ready to burst. She touched her toothbrush to the sensitive underside of the shaft, and began to drag it gently up and down. She'd go all the way up to where the head began to jut out, to that unbelievably sensitive little patch of skin on the underside, and then she'd slide it back down. Up and down, up and down. She moved the brush around to the side, and then around to the topside of the shaft, still going up and down gently.

Never in my weirdest fantasies had I thought about having a teenaged girl gently scrub and tease my cock with her toothbrush, but it was intensely erotic. It stimulated me without really bringing me closer to an orgasm, the way a straight handjob would have. The bristles tickled my skin. It was heavenly, even as it was frustrating.

Then young Jennifer moved her toothbrush to the head of my penis, which was throbbing and engorged. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered to me. "Which do you like more, my toothbrush teasing your big ol' cock, or the thought of me taking it home and brushing my pretty little teeth with it?"

"Oh, God, Jennifer," I groaned softly. "You are so sexy. Please just let me cum."

"Not yet, big boy," she said. She continued to push the toothbrush around and around in circles on the head of my cock, the bristles tickling, driving me insane. I was having my cock tormented by a teenaged girl I had just met, and I'd never been so turned on in my life.

"Do you want me to do something to you?" I asked, hoping maybe I could get my hand up under that skirt and feel what I was sure was the nicest pussy God ever made.

"No, I don't want your nasty old hands fondling me," she said, rather harshly, which puzzled me. But then her tone changed. "I took my panties off up in my seat. Once I start using my mouth on you, I'll have a free hand and I'll diddle myself."

I would have thought my dick was as hard as it could possibly get, but when she told me she was going to masturbate while blowing me, it got even harder. It felt like it was going to burst.

"Whatever," I said, "just please don't stop."

And she stopped. And pulled her hand away. Damn, I had been so close!

"Why did you stop?" I asked, trying not to whine.

"I want to take it to the next level, Mr. Coxman. I want to put my head under your blanket and blow you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, God yes, please blow me Jennifer."

She ducked her head under the blanket that was spread over my torso, and instantly I felt what I had been dying to feel. Jennifer's warm, moist, sweet mouth engulfed the head of my cock!

Fuck, what a feeling! Her velvety tongue began swirling around the tip of my cock, making lazy wet circles. She pushed her head down an inch and took a little of the shaft into her mouth. I was dying to thrust upward and force her to deep-throat me.

Finally, I heard her whisper to me: OK, Mr Big Jim the Coxman, I think playtime's just about over. I need to get back in my seat before we get to close to Atlanta. And since you've played along with me, I think the least I can do is, like, give you a reward. So it's time to cum. You ready?"

"God, yes, Jennifer, please. I'll do anything."

Well, I figure there's two ways you can cum. I could just jack you off and let you spurt all over everything. You'd get your nasty ol' sperm all over your shirt, and probably the seat in front of you and maybe even on the ceiling cause you'll be cumming so hard. Or I can put my head back in your lap and take it in my mouth again. I'll let you cum in my mouth, and I'll swallow it all down. Which one do you want, Mister?"

"In your mouth, Jennifer honey, please, baby, please, in your mouth," I begged.

"OK, but it's gonna cost you."

"How much?"

"Hos much do you have? I know, I'll just check your wallet." She disappeared below the blanket again and I could feel her rummaging around in my pants, which were down around my ankles. She re-appeared, holding my wallet, opened it, and took out the cash.

"Hmm, whoa, what have we here? Looks like about $300, Mr. Coxman. Are you rich?"

"Not really. I said. That's part of my expense account advance for my trip. I have to give it back when I get back to work."

"Well, it's your decision," she said. "Keep the money and try to get all the sperm mopped up before we land, or give me the money and cum in my mouth. What's it gonna be?"

"Take the money," I said hoarsely. "Take it all."

"Don't mind if I do," she said, and giggled again. "Oh, and here's your businesscard. I'll take one of these, too. Maybe I'll look you up later in Atlanta, Jimmy-baby."

Before I had a chance to protest, she pocketed the money and my business card and bent over me. Her head disappeared below the blanket, and she took me in her mouth again.

She began to suck my cock, and then I felt one hand encircle my shaft and begin to pump up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. The suntan lotion still made my hard-on wet and slippery, and her hand slid up and down, while her mouth bobbed on my cock. I felt her tongue reach down and begin to make slow, wet circles around the bulbous head.

Fuck, I was out of my mind. I'd been hard for more than an hour, sitting next to this teasing little minx. And now it was finally all coming to an end. Jennifer was sucking my woodie as if it were a popsicle and she was dying of thirst, her little hand slid up and down, up and down, up and down. I could feel the semen boiling in my balls, getting ready to erupt. I wanted to hold her head in place to make sure she didn't remove that incredible sucking schoolgirl mouth, but. I had to just trust that she would keep on going.

And I came. There are no words to describe how powerful and intense my orgasm was. My cock felt like a firehose hooked up to a hydrant, bulging and thrashing with power, and my seed was gushing out of my cock with incredible force. It felt like quarts of cum, and I squirted and squirted into her hot teen mouth, and I could feel her throat working, swallowing and swallowing.

I was done. She lifted her head, and looked at me. "Give me a kiss," she said sweetly, and I leaned over and kissed her, open-mouthed. I could taste my sperm on her tongue as we probed each other's mouths in a deep, passionate kiss. She broke it off.

"Whoa, man, that was a ton of sperm," she said. Giggle, giggle, like she was describing a quantity of Halloween candy. "OK, let's get back to normal."

Suddenly she was business-like, efficient. She stowed her lotion and toothbrush back in her Jansport knapsack. My $300 was in the pocket of her denim skirt.

"Well, Mr. Jim Coxman, that was, I don't know, kinda cool. You know?"

And she got up and went back to her seat.

The End