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"Road Kill, Part 3 of 4 (MFg pedo incest ws cons)"
The next morning we woke up, the sun shining in on us,
making the bed like a puddle of warmth and light in the
wilderness. She sleepily snuggled even closer and lifted her
face to me so I'd know she wanted me to play with her, but I
just kissed her on the top of her head and said I was hungry
and if she wanted anything she better come quick. I hopped
out of bed and pulled my pants on, but suddenly it was a
race to the kitchen and she flew past me ++++ naked laughing
and I couldn't catch her, mostly 'cause I stopped long
enough to grab one of my tee-shirts (which was her only
nightgown these days).
We whipped up some pancakes. She did her best to lord
over the kitchen saying she was the woman and she was going
to do the cooking, but she couldn't reach half the stuff and
anyway the top of the stove was too high for her without
chancing that the hotcakes would come sliding right down on
top of her, so I did most of the work while she bossed me
around. She did stir up the batter, though she had to do it
by standing on a kitchen chair and leaning over the bowl on
the table. It took all her muscle to move that batter around
in the bowl, we made so much. But I just sat back and
watched her, the tee-shirt not even covering half her butt
as she bent over her "cooking," and got all itchy staring at
her little girl behind and every now and then the sight of
her pussy peeking out the back. When I couldn't take it
anymore I grabbed the spoon from her, gave the bowl a couple
more licks for good measure, and poured out the batter onto
the griddle.
She insisted on flipping them over, and pushed the
chair over next to the stove. She watched over them with a
very suspicious eye, absolutely convinced they'd burn on her
the moment she turned her back, and again I got a good look
at her, sipping my coffee. She knew what I was doing, too,
'cause she started to tease me by pulling the tee-shirt way
down, almost stretching it out of shape. When I protested
she just grinned and then I started in pretending I didn't
care anyway, which she didn't believe for a second and she
dared me to take my cock out, saying if I showed hr mine
she'd show me hers. Well I said I could never refuse that
kind of offer from anyone, particularly a pretty little
girl, so I fished my cock out and she proudly turned to face
me and pulled up the tee-shirt to give me a good look at her
pussy, the pancakes all forgotten although they were
sizzling nicely on the stove right behind her. I got to
stroking myself and she said maybe the pancakes weren't
sweet enough and maybe I should sweeten up the batter by
adding in my own special ingredient. At that point I told
her I just might but there was nothing my "special
ingredient" could do about burned pancakes and she whirled
around with a shriek.
Well, they wasn't burned at all really and we sat down
to a big breakfast. She insisted on sitting in my lap as we
ate, eating off the same plate. She liked her hotcakes
swimming in syrup and I don't like that much on mine so we
jostled each other, she pouring on more syrup and me pushing
the rising tide away from my half, she trying to distract me
with her feminine wiles to get the upper hand but I showed
her I was able to take keep my woman in her place and watch
out for myself at the same time so we called a truce and
popped forkfuls of pancake in each others mouths and hugged
and snuggled together on the chair.
When we was about done she put her fork down.
"Austin?" she said, kinda serious.
"Yes, baby."
"Last night you said you love me."
"To be accurate, baby, I didn't exactly, but I just as
well might have, 'cause I do."
"And I love you, like nobody else. Not like any of
those boys or mom or even any of my animals." She meant the
stuffed ones, 'cause they didn't have any dog or cat or even
a fish.
"I know you do sweetheart."
"Well . . ." And here she kinda stopped.
I gathered her up into my arms, folding her legs
together so she really was like this little bundle wrapped
up in a pouch I'd made. She put her head down on my shoulder
and I stroked her hair. I knew what she was thinking. I just
held her and rocked her and we both thought about it
together for awhile without saying anything. This is what
decided me. I knew what she was thinking and I knew that she
knew what I was thinking, and we didn't even have to say
anything so it was like we were just one person sitting
there in front of an empty plate (except for the big puddle
of syrup) in the middle of this kitchen with sun pouring in
and the birds chirping outside.
"Baby, you know you're not old enough to get married
yet, don't you?"
"It ain't fair, if we love each other and we're not
brother and sister or anything," she said.
"I could be your dad. People don't like it when a man
my age takes up with a girl your age, much less wants to
marry her."
"I don't care." I didn't figure she did.
"Just 'cause we can't get married right away, don't
mean we can't get engaged. No law against that," I said.
"Honest?"
"Honest. And I bet you that in some states you can get
married at thirteen or something. Maybe even twelve if your
mom says OK. Some state like Mississippi for instance."
"I wished we lived in Mississippi then."
"I'll find out and then if we have to move to get
married we'll move. Can always come back later."
She looked up at me. Tears where shinning in her eyes
and her face looked like the sun itself. I got almost teary
myself and my cock stirred and I thought damn! that's not
what I meant but she snuggled her little butt down against
as if to say she felt the same way, all warm and horny and
close at the same time, so it was OK. We kissed, full on the
mouth, and she turned around so she was straddling me and we
just hugged and kissed and stroked, like it was the first
time ever and we never wanted to stop.
Then there was a noise and we looked up to see Liz
standing in the door, all disheveled and bleary eyed from
the night before with her "date." Tracie got all embarrassed
for some reason and hopped right off my lap and started
cleaning up the dishes.
"Hey, don't stop on my account," her mom said, "ain't
nothing I haven't seen you two doing for weeks now."
"Let me get you some breakfast," I said, offering her a
chair. Tracie was all of a sudden real quiet. I got the
griddle hot again and plopped some batter down on it to make
some more pancakes. I tried to get Tracie to help again, and
tried to play with her and get her going, but she just
scooted away and wouldn't let me touch her.
"I guess maybe you two aren't such an item after all,"
Liz said watching us.
"You don't understand mom," Tracie said, almost under
her breath. "Everything's different now."
Liz looked at me, then back at Tracie.
"Different? Different how?" she said.
"Different -- 'cause we're engaged, and there's nothing
you can do about it!" Tracie said, planting her feet on the
ground and glaring at her mom.
Liz burst out laughing.
"Well, well, is that so? I guess that schooling didn't
do you no good, 'cause you can't get married, you little
tramp. Shit you can't even drive a car or get a job or
nothing. You gotta be at least sixteen, and by then your
boyfriend here will be long gone and there'll be at least a
hundred cunts he's fucked between you and then."
"Stupid cow, that's what you know! I didn't say we're
getting married now, just we're engaged, which is one
hundred percent legal. And the other part is he's taking me
to Mississippi where they do let people who love each other
get married no matter what their age. And I can so drive!
Austin's been teaching me!"
At this Liz completely lost it and started shrieking
and throwing stuff at Tracie, who was nimble like a rabbit
and fled out the door, wearing nothing but my tee-shirt.
Then Liz lit in at me, screaming to high heaven that she'd
call the cops and I'd be put in jail for life for child rape
and alienating affections and a bunch of other crimes I
can't remember and that she'd kill me before she'd let me
take Tracie away. It was clearly no use talking to her, so I
got out too. I grabbed my car keys and wallet and followed
Tracie out the door. She was already waiting in the Mustang
and we sped off, half expecting the cops to be right behind
us.
Tracie demanded we immediately take the road to
Mississippi and get started with our new life, and was
mostly of that mind too, though not for the same reasons. I
guessed that Liz wouldn't call the cops, 'cause they'd put
her in jail too for all she did in letting me stay there and
even watching a couple of times as we did it (though we
always pretended we didn't see her peeking in through the
door).
I needed some time to figure out what was what, so I
got Tracie to calm down by saying we'd drive up to a spot
where there was a swimming hole nobody else knew about and
have some fun before we hit the road. Tracie got started on
what a whore her mom was and how her cunt was all big and
loose and ugly looking and nobody would ever want to fuck
her, and how her mom was jealous at her own little pussy so
fresh and tight and pretty. I had the impulse to tell her to
hush, that she shouldn't talk about her mom that way and any
way her mom was a great person and had just seen some hard
times and did the best she could and took up with all those
men so she could put food on the table and give her baby
girl stuff for her birthday and now she was really scared
she'd lose the person in the world she loved most -- but I
didn't. I figured it'd work out better for me if Tracie felt
that way about her mom.
Then I noticed she was still wearing just my tee-shirt.
I stopped to steal some clothes off a clothesline and then
at the gas station to get gas and some lunch for later. I
was at the counter paying for the stuff when Tracie noticed
a handwritten sign taped up on the cash register listing a
bunch of used stuff for sale.
"Hey," she said pointing, "let's get this!" It was a
Polaroid camera -- the kind that develops its own pictures
right away.
"What for?" I said. "We don't need no camera."
"Yes we do! We can take pictures of each other and see
them right away. It'll be cool."
She gave me that sneaky look I'd seen before when she
was feeling really naughty. The guy behind the counter
wanted five ++++s for it, which was fine, but then said I'd
have to buy the film from the store, and the packs were like
ten books each. I grumbled, but I knew what kind of pictures
Tracie was thinking about so I handed over twenty-five ++++s
for the camera and two packs of film. I told the guy that if
it didn't work I was coming back.
As soon as we got up to the swimming hole Tracie ripped
off her clothes and dived in. We skinny dipped in the sun
and lay on the beach naked cuddling and kissing and showing
off for each other. Tracie got the camera. I was going to be
the famous photographer and she was the world famous fashion
model. I told her a fashion model needed her clothes but she
said this was different, cause she was doing her first nude
shoot.
She posed on a rock, her thin girl's body glistening in
the sun from excitement. She said to wait for her to say
"now" and then arranged herself to make sure to show off her
pussy. She kept telling me to come closer and then finally
she was satisfied and told me to shoot it. The picture oozed
out of the camera and she squealed, running over to watch it
develop.
It came out real good. She had a talent for the camera
I guess. There was no doubt this was a pre-teen girl her
flat chest and bare mound right there obvious to everyone,
as well as the blatant challenging look in her eyes.
"Let's do another one!"
This time she got down on the blanket, laying down on
her back. She spread her legs open to the sun.
"Take one of my pussy! Get real close!"
I got down on my knees in front of her. To help matters
along, she used her hands to spread her slit open. Man, you
could just tell she was no virgin, in fact you could see
that she'd been fucked quite a bit. I took the picture, my
cock throbbing against my belly.
As soon as I snapped the shutter I threw the camera
down and fell on top of her, slammed my cock into that
little girl's yawning cunt. Tracie grabbed the picture out
of the camera and we both watched the image materialize as I
thrust inside. We both came at the same time, Tracie letting
out a shriek and me screaming "fuck, fuck, fuck" as I
spurted into her body. I collapsed on top of her.
"Let me see it in me," she pleaded.
I rose up on my arms and we both looked down between
our bellies at the sight of my cock shoved up to the balls
in her cunt, which had been all squashed up on either side I
was so big in her. Before I knew what she was doing, she'd
grabbed the camera and taken the picture. We watched the
picture develop and shit! didn't it come out clear as a
bell. Tracie had me fuck her again right away, looking back
and forth between the picture of my cock buried in her cunt
and the real thing. You could hear the squish, squish from
my first load and she seemed to take me deeper than ever
before. We both came again.
We slept for awhile in the sun next to each other, then
Tracie sat up.
"Wanna see something?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
She squatted down a few feet away facing me, that
naughty grin on her face again. Her pussy dripped a few
drops, then a flat stream of yellow pee spurted out,
splashing onto the grass.
"Harder!" I cried. "Go for distance!" She leaned back
on her heels, pinched her pussy lips together with her
fingers, and the stream jumped forward toward me. I rolled
out of the way, laughing.
"Your turn! Pee in my pee-pee!"
I stood up and took aim. Tracie came to stand by me.
"I want to watch. I've never seen a guy pee before."
The first dribbles, then a small stream of golden
yellow.
"I want to hold it," she said, and I let her replace my
hand with her own. Her fingers, small, soft, clumsy, held my
cock, still heavy and sticky from our fucking. I relaxed the
piss spurted out onto the ground, splashing on the already
wet grass.
Suddenly she changed the aim, directing the stream onto
her feet and legs.
"Don't do that!" I said, angry, knocking her hand away
and taking hold again for myself.
"I want you to pee on me."
"I'm not going to pee on you. It's dirty."
"Pee on my pussy. I want you to."
I pinched off the flow.
"I can't. You're too short and I'm too tall."
She scrambled up and sat down on the rock she'd posed
on earlier.
"Look -- now you can."
With her scooted forward on the flat top of the rock
and her legs spread, my cock was just about the height of
her pussy. I stepped up close to her. She tried to take my
cock.
"I'll do it," I said.
I brought my cock to within an inch of her slit, and
unpinched. A hard bright stream splashed against her slit,
still gaping open about half an inch. I played the stream
around, soaking the whole mound, her inner thighs, and even
up onto her belly a little.
She was transfixed by the sight. The smell of urine
floated up and filled our noses.
"Get it inside," she said.
"I can't. You're all closed up."
She spread her slit with her fingers. I held the stream
steady and pushed harder, squirting up between the spread
lips. Piss bubbled and gurgled in the slit before flowing
down the rock between her legs and onto the ground.
"Now my stomach. Hurry." I didn't have much left. I
directed the stream up onto her belly, then played it around
side to side.
"Shoot my titties."
"You don't have any titties."
"Water them. Make them grow." I let the stream drift
higher up on her body until it at her little nipples. I
played it back and forth between the two.
My cock was starting to stiffen, and would have cut off
the flow in any case, but I only had a couple more seconds
in me. Tracie suddenly bobbed her head, trying to catch the
stream in her mouth.
"You filthy whore!" I said.
She laughed.
"Fuck me again, Daddy." She'd never called me this
before. I grabbed her off the rock and dropped her onto my
stiff cock, penetrating in one fell swoop to the back of her
wet slick hole. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I
bounced her up and down on my shaft. As I came I shoved her
down hard, driving my cock to the back of her cunt,
battering her cervix. She cried out but held on tight,
taking my third load of the afternoon into her little girl
womb.
It was while laying in the grass, Tracie with her legs
spread to catch the sun in her gaping dripping slit, that
the plan came to me. We'd go back and get cool with Liz,
pretend like it was all a misunderstanding and I had no
intention of taking Tracie away. Then we'd wait a couple of
weeks and one day when she wasn't expecting it hit the road
and be far enough away after a good solid day's head start
that we wouldn't have to worry about getting caught. After a
lot of arguing I got Tracie to go along with the plan,
although what she really wanted to was get out now. We got
dressed and headed back.
It was when she had me stop for some soda that I found
out what a sneaky bitch she really was. She went inside the
little store next to the gas station while I took care of
the car. She took way too long, and I was just about to go
in after her when she came out. She was holding a piece of
paper in her hand. All of sudden she started running. At
first I thought she was just going to run away, but then I
saw she was making for a mail box at the curb in front of
the store. Shit! I thought. I quickly checked the glove box
on the car. One of the photos -- the one of my cock up her
cunt -- was gone. I dashed off after her, but by the time
I'd got there she'd already dropping it inside.
"You bitch!" I said, grabbing her arm and slapping her
face hard. "What you'd do?"
"Nothing." She was crying, but I just shook her again.
"You took that picture! Who'd you send it to?"
"I'm not going back! I wanna marry you and stay with
you forever!"
"You sent it to your mom!" I slapped her again. She
really wailed this time. We were starting to draw attention,
so I dragged her back to the car and practically threw her
inside. We sped off, spewing gravel behind us.
I drove about ten minutes in silence, trying to calm
down but fuming at her the whole time.
"She's got me. Proof positive, me fucking an eleven
year old girl. They'll put me in jail for twenty years, and
you won't never see me again, you know that?"
She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her
hand. "We can hide. You're good at that. They won't ever
find us."
I didn't have much choice now. I could just picture the
expression on Liz's face when she got that picture -- not
horror, but glee. She'd didn't give a fuck about her
daughter being fucked -- shit, it could be a picture of me
ass-fucking the bitch and then cumming her face and she
wouldn't care. But she'd know she had me -- cold. I stepped
on the accelerator.
We wandered through the far West - Arizona, Nevada,
California, even Utah once (where we met guys with lots of
wives, some of which didn't seem that much older than Tracie
and whose mothers were also married to the same guy).
I stayed out of the big towns, motoring along dusty
county roads, either camping out under the stars or staying
in rundown, almost abandoned motels where nobody asked
nobody no questions. We'd stop the car and fuck when we
wanted, then piss and shit in the middle of the road and
drive on. We got Tracie some grownup looking clothes and
more makeup and lots of Kleenex and I took her into bars as
my girl.
One time Tracie say this hooker in a bar that looked
like Liz. The girl wanted me to get her and fuck her while
she watched, and I was drunk enough to do it. I paid her
twenty ++++s and dragged her out to the parking lot. Tracie
was scrunched down in the Mustang, peering through out at us
through the driver's window. I dragged the hooker to a car
right next to mine and pushed her face down over the hood.
She hadn't a stitch on under her skirt. I kicked her
feet apart, took out my dick, gave it a couple of shakes and
rammed it right into her cunt from behind. She started to
fight back but I just grabbed her by the hair and slammed
her head down, denting the sheet metal. Tracie rolled down
her window so she could hear what was going on.
What she got was the slap-slap-slap of my fucking and
the squeak of the car's springs. The bitch didn't make much
noise herself, just seemed to be taking it. A couple of
other guys came out of the bar and they gathered around with
their beers, urging me on.
"Fuck the bitch!" "Nail her to the hood!" "Yeah, but
leave some cunt for the rest of us!"
I glanced over to Tracie and saw she was fingering
herself. With a grunt I came. I gave the bitch a couple more
hard shoves for good measure and pulled out. Cum oozed out
her cunt and down the inside of her thighs.
Seeing his opening, one of the other guys whooped. He
tossed his beer aside, unzipped and took up position. He too
rammed hard into her. It only took a few times and he
hollered as he came. The crowd was really fired up now, and
number three quickly took his place.
By this time I'd staggered back to the car and plopped
down next to Tracie. She had her skirt hiked up her knees
spread wide and was deep into her own pussy.
"Let me see it," she said. I hadn't really zipped up
yet, so I opened my pants and let my thick sticky cock roll
out over the tops of my jeans.
Tracie wrinkled her nose. "It smells."
"So does that bitch's cunt," I said. Tracie reached
over to touch it.
"I gotta wash first," I said, starting to button up so
I could go inside to the men's room.
"Don't."
"She's probably got all kinds of diseases," I said as
she poked my dick with her finger.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. The clap. Syphilis. Gonorrhea. Crabs."
She had her little hand around it now, and it was
starting to stiffen again. Her fingers glistened with the
slime they'd picked up from my flesh. She leaned down and
sniffed my cock, sniffing all around like a dog.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She put her tongue out and touched it to the head.
"What's it taste like?" I said.
"Nasty. Like my mom's probably." She licked around the
head now, and wiggled her tongue along under the ridge,
where the slime had formed a thick bead. She obviously
wanted to get it into her mouth. Her hands stroked up and
down my sticky shaft. She spit on it to lube it up some.
Over at the other car, the whore had been pulled off
the hood and down into a sitting position on the ground, the
back of her head pushed back against the radiator grill. A
guy was face fucking her. She was almost unconscious, so
limp it was only the guy's cock and his thrusting into her
throat that kept her from falling over.
Tracie's own mouth open wide and descended down,
gobbling up my smelly cock. I pulled her up.
"Listen, a thousand cocks have been through that
bitch's hole. She's practically oozing puss now she's got so
many diseases."
"Good," Tracie shot back. She swung her leg over facing
me.
"Fuck me! Make me sick too!"
Jesus fuck. My rod was stiff as it'd ever been. She
impaled herself on me. The whore's scum lubed the way into
my darling's tight girl hole. My pubes felt all encrusted
with the filth.
"Look." Tracie tossed her head toward the other car.
The whore had collapsed on the ground. The last guy to fuck
her was walking away, his thick heavy cock still hanging out
of his jeans. Another guy, one of the earlier fuckers, came
back over and assumed the position. Yellow piss shot nearly
straight down, splashing over the woman's face and into her
slack mouth. Tracie impaled herself on my dick and I shot
another load, this one up into her baby cunt.
The guy with his dick hanging out had spotted us. He
came over. "Hey girl! I got some real meat for you! Gravy
too!"
"I want it! Come give it to me!" Tracie shouted,
bouncing up and down on my shaft.
"Fuck off, asshole!" I shouted back at the guy. He just
kept coming, grinning ear to ear like he was going to enjoy
taking me on. He was a big guy too and drunk enough not to
feel it if I hit him. I pulled my gun out from under the
seat.
"Suck on this, douche bag!"
He was drunk. Too drunk to give a shit at this point.
Bang! I sent a bullet into the ground in front of him,
kicking up the dirt.
Shouts from the others as they swung around to see what
was going on. Tracie's cunt squeeze me even tighter. She
ground herself down into me. I could feel my cock jabbing
sharp against her little cervix.
The dude kept coming.
"Shoot him!" Tracie cried.
I did, aiming low and knocking his legs out from under
him. He went down with a scream -- matched by Tracie's
scream as she came, flooding my crotch with her spendings.
I twisted the key, jammed the car into gear and peeled
out spraying dirt and gravel onto the rush of guys coming to
help their buddy. Tracie held on tight around my neck. I had
to reach around her to steer and I could hardly see past her
head but every bump bounced her hard up and down on my cock.
She clearly wasn't about to get off on her own and I was too
busy getting us another there.
(To be continued...)
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