Filename: Offer.txt

Title: An Offer Too Good to be True

Author: Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes: Mg MF MFg Fg

Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, Preteen, Les, Inc

Summary:  Sometimes learning that an offer is too good to be true can
take more of a toll on a man than hard earned money.  Not being caught
coaxing an underage girl out of her panties one too many times meant I
needed to change what sort of entertainment and pleasure I'd have for
many years, if not the rest of my life.  But sometimes trouble seeks a
man out rather than the other way around, and it was impossible for me
to talk my way out of an offer that proved irresistible For the little
girl's mother to be making the offer rather than the cops turned what I
always wanted into something I believed might have been a death sentence
in prison.

Copyright: 2012, 2013

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The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man, an underage girl, and her mother.  If you are the
least offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between an adult
man, a young female child, and the little girl's mother, then delete
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None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being.  Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.

Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.

Eliston Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com

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So far, so good.

Taking a break at a nearly-empty highway rest stop in the middle of
nowhere at two in the morning meant I didn't have to worry about being
tempted by any darling little angels who wanted to run around and be
coaxed by men like me behind the bushes for some illegal fun.  Too many
times I, like many other men, can be tempted into ogling or wanting to
fondle underage girls, and they'll always be my downfall.  Stopping at a
visitor's center when it was dark outside was supposed to make it easier
for me to take care of my business and then be on my way.

My luck wasn't running as I would have preferred, because hanging around
the tourist information center, and pretending to be interested in the
dozens of tri-fold advertisements for all manner of tourist trap, was a
feast for my eyes.

Because of her size and appearance she couldn't have been more than
twelve, and probably at least ten, but regardless of her age she was
still a dangerous commodity.  That made how she affected me something I
couldn't brush from my thoughts like the crumbs from the front of my
slacks after munching on a bag of chips, because like all the other
dangerous playmates I found too appealing to pass by this one knew how
to dress, pose, and move to stir my hormones into a raging inferno.

Her shoulder length brown hair was tied into a ponytail with a two-ball
squishy, the back of her legs below her short skirt seemed to draw my
attention in like an ultraviolet bulb does an insect to a bug zapper,
and I could see her peeking at me through a sideways glance.  We both
knew I couldn't take my eyes off of her body, and for her to push her
fanny out while bending forward proved she didn't want me looking
anywhere but at her bum.

For her to grin when she saw me walking behind her while staring at her
chubby thighs and then ogle her perky ass proved she knew what kind of
effect she had on me.  I might have been tempted to chat with her long
enough to talk her out of her cartooned panties, but I was on my way to
a new life, because my last one was nearly snuffed out as a result of
another darling elementary school angel who thought she was old enough
for sex with a middle aged man.  If it hadn't been for her jealous BFF I
would have gotten away with at least a long weekend with that daring and
very mature little girl, but some good things just need to be ruined by
another person who doesn't have the desire or ambition to have a good
time on their own.

In spite of what my cock, tongue, and fingers craved I knew to enjoy the
brief view at the collection of brochures and just keep on walking.  I
didn't want to, but I needed to if I wanted to make it far enough away
from my last near death experience to survive another year.

Since nobody else was around inside the men's room after I emptied my
bladder I was able to stroke my tool about twenty times and release a
little of the tension that had been building since I'd been fantasizing
about another angel who needed a man's attention ... and a few hours of
grunting and moaning.  Of all the decisions I'd made, no more than a
week before, disappearing into the wide countryside after one too many
little girls talked about how she'd shared our special secrets was the
best one.

As a third grader Sherry certainly knew what she wanted me to do after
giggling and showing me that she was brave enough to come meet me at my
apartment after school.  To do so without her panties on confirmed we
both had the same games in mind.  She had absolutely no reluctance to
step through my apartment front door, nestle her smooth fanny on my wide
couch, and hike her school skirt up high enough for me to kneel down
between her splayed feet and spend the next hour licking her bald cunny.

But for her to tell more than one of her school friends that she had a
secret boyfriend, who was an older man, and who liked to give little
girls lots of tingles and licks on their hairless little pussies, meant
I needed to leave town without anyone finding out where I'd been and
where I was going.  I would have preferred she not be so eager to share
that I'd spent three months grooming her to be my willing playmate so I
could spend hours ogling, fondling, and licking her tender body in
places even her doctor might have been reluctant to touch.  But for her
to admit to me while I was licking her tight eight year old slit for
untold hours, and making her whimper and whine like a professional porn
star during a screen test, that she'd told her best friend about all our
secret sex games filled me with more than a little desire to relocate.

Sure, she tried to convince me while I was stuffing my tongue into her
tender hairless charms that her best friend Nicole wanted to know what
it felt like to be licked in such a ticklish and sensitive place, her
aching little bump and hole so easy to subdue she was hornier than I
was.  Sherry even did her best to assure me that only her best friend
and a small circle of other giggling little third graders were planning
on coming to my place when my very young playmate and oral sex partner
had a sleepover next door.  But with that many young tongues waggling
about my lingual talents I had no desire to determine just how well any
more of them could keep a secret.

It would have been nice to have a room full of naked and horny little
girls who each wanted to experience adult male-induced orgasms, and
possibly even love-making well before their parents might have liked or
preferred, and it would have been fun to take hundreds of photos of them
prancing around in the nude while we all played lots of naughty tickling
and touching games, but I'd seen what happens to lots of other men on
the TV news, and I had no ambition to tempt fate any longer than I'd
already done.  It was either make tracks, or take my chances with half a
dozen angry parents and lots of little girls who would have been
convinced by their families and peers that I was the one who forced them
into my place, ripped their clothes off, and tied them to my face for at
least an hour of clitoral abuse.

It was only after I was on the road for two days that I realized how
close I was going to jail, a radio report during the recent news hour
about a guy who'd been caught fucking a twelve year old and her fourteen
year old big sister.  The guy was bound for twenty-to-life in prison,
and his playmates were old enough to have periods and use tampons.  My
much younger little friend was still beautifully bald between her
thighs, and her parents would have wanted to cut me open with a rusty
saw to see if I had a heart.

I wasn't about to jeopardize my freedom like that any longer, so it was
either quit being tempted by underage babies who wanted a quick thrill,
or take my chances at being somebody's bitch for the rest of my short,
painful, and pitiful life.

After yanking my rod long enough to obtain some relief I figured any
sort of visual entertainment around the travel brochures would be long
gone.  As much as I would have loved to talk such a tempting morsel into
my ride for a few hours of fun I knew the best decision was to remember
what it looked like when the cops busted some unlucky dude like me who
thought he'd convinced his underage lover to keep quiet about their fun.
Thankfully I saw and heard what happened on the news rather than first
hand, and the hints and clues being screamed into my face couldn't be
missed unless I was an absolute dolt.

The moment I turned the corner from inside the men's room I was both
glad and disappointed I didn't see who I wanted to talk to and then coax
into my vehicle.  Still feeling a little guilty for the way I undressed
her with my eyes I kept my head on a swivel as I walked through the lit
area of the small building toward the parking lot.  Sure, I would have
liked a chance to get her alone and see if she also loved to have a man
stuff his sausage into her aching young body, but I also much preferred
to have my freedom.

There were only about twenty yards between my feet and my ride when I
saw some movement in the shadows away from the parking lot.  All I
needed to do was rub my right pocket once to feel more than a little at
ease, because a nice 9mm metal protection would serve me well if some
clown decided he wanted to rid me of my wallet, cash, and wheels.

The closer I got to my vehicle the more movement I saw until there was
enough light for me to make out who'd been watching, or perhaps trying
to stalk me.  Instead of some low-life who needed some cash, or some
drunk who craved another bottle of liquid happiness, I saw a young woman
who might have been around twenty five or thirty.

She looked cute enough for a few hours of fun, and seemed intent on
making her way closer to me, so either she was a prostitute, a cop
hoping to bust some idiot for soliciting, or a druggie who needed a fix.

"Uhhh ... excuse me ... Sir?"

I scanned the area ahead of me, to my sides, behind, and then toward the
lady who'd called out to me.

"Yeah?"

"I saw what you were staring at before, and I wanna see if you'd like
some of it."

The notion of being busted for solicitation in the middle of nowhere
with some hick judge eager to lose my ass in some county jail forced me
to reconsider who the lady was.  Cops were getting much more creative
and seemed anxious to justify their existence any way they could, and I
had no desire to test the legal system in some backwater hideout for how
well innocent guys would be treated.

Deception seemed the best tactic, so I offered what couldn't be denied,
even if someone had photographed me staring at the young girl's ass.

"You mean ... the travel brochures?"

"Ha, ha ... not likely."

"Then, I don't think I know what you're talking about."

Since I knew I wasn't guilty of anything more than fantasizing about
fucking another bald cunny angel the woman couldn't prove anything, so I
did my best to ignore what the lady offered, the delicious little girl I
wanted, and kept walking toward my ride.

I didn't make it more than another two steps before she spoke again.

"I'll make it worth your time."

Not likely.  Twenty minutes wasn't worth twenty years.

"Get lost, Lady."

Another two steps were taken before I noticed the shadow of the woman
lunging toward me as if to either stab me in the side or knock me
senseless with a bat.  My first reaction was to spin in place, extract
my weapon, and shove it into her face, but I also knew that not every
state had a concealed carry handgun law, so I only turned my head to
keep an eye on her as I kept walking and gripped the protection in my
pocket.

To my amazement she followed me about five more feet before she spoke
again.

"Please help us."

The fact that she spoke three words that I recognized as a potentially
genuine plea for assistance hinted at an incorrect assumption on my
part.  The first word proved the lady was smart enough to be polite
about insisting I let her make me an offer, and the last two confirmed
she must have needed to make some changes to her life as well.

With the driver door handle close enough to touch I turned around,
looked the woman in the eyes, and stopped long enough to find out if she
really was a cop trying to bust some poor idiot who only needed a good
fuck and a smooth young body to play with.

"Look ... first you proposition me with something that's most likely
illegal, and then you ask for my help.  What's your game, Lady?"

"It's no game.  I ... we need some ... help, that's all."

"Help.  Right."

I unlocked the driver's door, opened it, and was about to step in when
the woman bolted forward and had an expression on her face that hinted
at being left alone in the middle of a desert with no water.

"Please help us!"

"Look ... I don't know what you're up to, and I don't wanna spend the
next twenty years in prison trying to forget it, so why don't you just
go bug someone else, okay?"

"Won't you at least hear me out?  You haven't asked me what it is I'm
willing to offer, or what you'd need to do for it."

"Well ... based on how you started off, and sounding more and more like
a cop than I'd prefer, it isn't likely what you're willing to offer
could be anything I should be interested in."

"You're wrong!"

"Yeah?  How?"

"Because I saw the way you were looking at her, and no man looks at an
underage girl like that unless he wants to ... enjoy what he was
staring at so hard."

"Yeah ... you're a cop."

"No I'm not!"

"Well, then you're working for one, because young women don't go around
making those sorts of statements unless she thinks she can bust some
poor louse for thinking the wrong thing late at night.  Why don't you
find some dumb drunk to proposition?"

I stepped into my vehicle and was about to close the driver door when
the woman burst forward, gripped the window frame near the handle, and
prevented me from pulling the door closed.

"Wait!  I can prove I'm not a cop."

This could prove interesting.  At least I could see a little bit into
how other guys had been busted in the past, and I might be able to learn
from my experiences.

"Oh, really?  And how would you be able to do that?"

"You have to wait and not drive off.  If you get out I'll prove it."

That's when I began to think maybe the woman was the bait for a group of
thugs who wanted to smack me over the head with something hard or sharp
and then take everything I owned.  I scanned the area around my vehicle
again, saw nobody within a hundred feet, and looked at the woman.

"Lady ... if I get out I'll probably be the target for your boyfriend's
fist, or even his knife.  The smart thing is for me to forget I ever saw
or heard you and get the Hell out of here."

"Please!  I beg you ... let me prove it to you."

For her to use the word 'beg' seemed odd, especially because of how
pretty she was, how young she must have been, and just how successful
she could be working at a strip club.  If anything else she got my
attention long enough to hear her out.

"I tell you what ... you can try to prove whatever you want with my ass
firmly on the seat of my ride and my right foot close enough to the gas
pedal for me to make a quick exit.  I'm not about to risk having my head
bashed in or my throat cut."

She looked at me for a minute, shifted her gaze into the darkness where
she came from, and then stared back into my eyes as she whispered.

"If you could have her for a few hours would you help us?"

I wasn't about to ask what she was hoping I would.

"How could I help you?"

"We need a ride east and ... and some food ... and ... money."

All I needed to do was mention what sort of cash I'd need to hand her
for me to be busted for solicitation, and I wasn't about to do that.
The smartest thing was for me to just keep looking into her eyes and
wait long enough for her to make the next move.  She seemed to have a
better grasp of the law than most other people, because she whispered
again without revealing what her plans were.

"Just stay there and look toward the visitor's center."

"Good one, Lady.  Nine points for effort, but the moment you get me
turned around some bruiser is gonna pop out of the darkness and whack me
on the back of the head.  Forget it."

The ignition key was inserted, I turned it just enough for my dash
lights to come to life, and she spoke again as if she was desperate.

"Please don't go!  Wait just a minute ... and you can stay inside your
vehicle if you want to."

I scanned the area again, my eyes had adjusted to the low light levels
enough for me to see a much wider area of the parking lot, and I could
tell there weren't any accomplices ready to smack me down.  In spite of
that voice in my head telling me to just drive off I was more than a
little intrigued.  Besides, if the woman was making a genuine offer the
darling little angel I'd seen near the travel brochures might be fun to
play with and lick for an hour or two.

The instant the woman realized I was more curious than smart she ran
toward the spot she'd come from, stopped in the shadows, and then jogged
to my driver door again.  Her act seemed genuine enough, so I turned the
key just enough for all the dash lights to go out.  Bathed in the dim
glow of the distant rest area lights she spoke again.

"Okay ... look over there."

"First, Lady ... you stand in front of my van so I can see you.  Then
I'll look over there, alright?"

"Fine!"

The woman walked to the front of my vehicle, stopped, faced where the
other person was standing, and then motioned something with her hands.
A few seconds later I saw the same girl I was lusting over near the
travel brochures walking toward me, but this time she was holding the
front of her skirt up above her hips.  But it was what I saw just below
the bottom hem of her already short skirt that was more important than
how the girl was holding it.

The girl couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, but was probably no
more than seven or eight, because her vulva was exquisitely plump,
totally devoid of hair, and looked far too soft and smooth to belong to
a petite teen.  She actually looked like a mature baby girl, because her
cunny pooched out like an infant's, revealed a long tight slit that
started high on her mound and vanished between her chubby thighs, and
there was no evidence of her clitoris at all along the top of her bald
cleft.  In other words ... she was perfect for me.

She looked gorgeous and delicious enough to eat for me to consider
making the woman a genuine offer.  Even while I was staring at the
little girl's tasty twat I knew I was about to be busted.  The smart
thing would have been for me to start my van and drive off, but the view
was just too damned good for me to quit staring, my cock had no desire
for me to be smart nor for my brain to start working.

By the time the young girl was close enough for me to see everything I
wanted to she stopped, tucked one hand over her cunny as if to protect
what she was supposed to be showing me, and bowed her head as if
ashamed.  A second later the woman whispered something, the girl stepped
closer to my van and then around the open driver door, stopped, looked
up for a second, and then back down again.  This time, however, she
didn't cover her lovely cunny with anything but a blush.

She looked absolutely delicious along the open edge of the door, enough
light coming from the courtesy light inside my van for me to see all of
her delicate charms, but the area still dark enough that nobody from the
highway about fifty yards away to see what I was enjoying.  She seemed
far too timid to be letting a man stare at her tenderness, but she was
certainly bold enough to spread her legs enough for me to see the whole
of her fat cunny for a few seconds.  The thought of a man thrusting his
hard cock between those luscious young thighs probably scared her more,
because she brought her knees together and cupped her hand over her
pussy once again.

If I was smart I could use her reluctance to my advantage, but I was
more horny and issued a softly spoken command that couldn't have been
misunderstood.

"Let me see."

A moment later the girl removed her hand, kept her skirt pulled up, and
splayed her feet a few inches.  A few seconds later she looked up into
my stare, and then turned her head to face the woman.  The lady must
have sensed I might leave a trail of rubber in the parking lot if she
approached the driver door, because she turned around to face me, stared
through the windshield, and spoke.

"If you help us you can have that, but ... you have to be gentle with
her and go slow so she doesn't have nightmares for the rest of her
life."

I could be gentle, but I could also be careful.

"What you're offering me is illegal.  If I were to agree to any terms it
could be construed as my willingness to exchange favors for sex, and as
far as I know every state in the Union has laws against that."

The woman whispered something to the girl, the child bowed her head for
a moment, and then stepped a little closer to me.  What the child said
next in a whisper confirmed they both knew what kind of man I was and
what I wanted.

"Please open your door a little bit more so I can get closer."

Without a moment's delay I turned to the woman and provided my own
terms.

"You stay in front where I can see you."

They both waited a few seconds, the woman whispered to the girl again,
and a moment later what had been a few yards away was less than a foot
from my left hip.

Even with the courtesy light from inside my van illuminating the area
the little girl kept her skirt pulled up so I could see her cunny.  For
the next half minute I stared as long as I could without losing track of
where the woman was and what she was doing.  But there was something
more than long looks that I needed, and I wasn't about to keep the area
lit with the harsh glow of a 12 volt bulb when that 'something' was
going to be transacted.

I pressed a button on the dash that turned all the courtesy lights off,
and a moment later any illumination that had been coming from inside my
van was ceased.  The little girl must have known why I did that, because
she stepped a little closer and pressed her bare hips to the side of my
left leg.  But it wasn't my leg she felt first, because my left hand was
positioned to sample from the softness of a bald vulva that I ached to
fondle, kiss, and lick for a few hours.

The girl flinched at first, but when she felt the side of my index
finger split her vulvar cleft and roll her clitoris around a few times
she actually grunted and leaned even harder into my touch.  For the next
minute I kept strumming her aching nubbin while turning my head back and
forth to see if anyone might be running toward me to clamp my wrists and
legs in irons, but nobody seemed the least interested in what I was
doing except for a preteen who was being whored out by someone who could
have been her aunt or mother.  The only person who took notice of my
skill level at underage female masturbation was the preteen who was
whimpering at me and pushing into my hand, and the young woman who was
doing her best to see what I might be up to.

The temptation was too strong, even if I suspected my time in Heaven
would be cut short, so I dropped my left hand down, turned it around,
and slipped my middle finger along her natural alignment guide until I
found her very hot, nicely slick, and experienced underage pussy.  She
could have pulled back or screamed, but instead she grunted as I worked
my digit to and then just the tip of my finger into her vagina while I
shifted the face of my thumb over her clitoris.

Both of them could have told me to quit while I was still alive, but
neither of them moved or uttered a noise while I slipped my longest
digit inside the little girl's pussy until every portion of my finger
was being surrounded in 100 degree baby warmth.  For the girl to grunt
and push into my hand proved she liked the way I invaded her charms, so
my finger was shifted back and forth into her glove tight cunny until I
worked up a good rhythm.  It didn't take long before she was whimpering
loud enough for her voice to carry beyond the safety of my van, so it
was time for me to calm her down and call it quits.

"Take it easy, Sweetie.  Just relax."

It took more courage for me to remove my finger than it probably did for
the child to pull her skirt up and let a stranger stare at her.  That
was proved when she grunted at me when my digit was pulled free.

"Noooo!  Tingles!"

"Ssshhhhhhh!"

I motioned for the woman to step closer to the front of my door, and
when she was between the window frame and the door pillar along the
windshield I decided to see just what they wanted in return.  For the
little girl to push her cunny into me a second time proved I'd affected
her a lot more than I realized, so my hand went back down, and my digit
and thumb went back in.  The sensation of her bald cunny was so nice.

"Alright, Lady ... what's the deal?"

"You have to drive us at least out of the state, and depending upon how
far you're going we may wanna go even farther."

"What's the other part of the deal?"

"You mean ... her?"

"Yeah.  I can't imagine you're her mother and would be willing to slut
your little girl out just to leave this area."

The look she gave me proved my assumption incorrect, because I could
almost feel daggers coming out of the woman's eyes.

"Look ... we're desperate.  I don't go around ... offering my eight
year old daughter to every man who drives up."

Wow!  Her daughter was only eight, and she seemed far too experienced or
brave to let a man finger and masturbate her while her mother was right
there to watch.  Of all the things for me to do, and all the options I
had at that moment, I chose to ask more questions.

"Then why the Hell did you pick me?"

"Because you've got a van, and there should be enough room for us to lie
down and get some sleep for a little while."

"Sleep?  I thought you said I could have her."

"You can, but ... when you've had your fill I was hoping you'd let us
get some sleep until we crossed the state line."

"Ha, ha, ha ... you must think my passions are quickly satisfied.  It's
obvious you don't know enough about men, yet."

"Fine!  You can have her as much as you want, but then ... you've got
to not only drive us out of here, but also feed us, and maybe ... give
me some money for such a tender preteen prize."

"Now you're pushing it.  The moment I ask how much I'm a dead man."

"We don't have to talk about that right now if you're still scared I'm a
cop ... or working for one."

"I don't suppose you're just gonna be willing to hop into my van so I
can enjoy such a delicate eight year old parcel of Heaven for the next
ten hours.  There's got to be a catch somewhere, because there's no such
thing as a free ride or a good deal any more."

What the woman couldn't see was how thoroughly I was diddling her
daughter's cunny, although the lady could see the little girl starting
to jerk and buck from the onset of a nice cum.  My partner might have
been reluctant to reveal how much she might enjoy an orgasm before she
met me, but after I finished talking the little girl started to speak.

"Muh ... Muh ... Mommy!  It ... it feels ... so good!!!"

I turned just far enough to my left to see the child at the forefront of
a very enjoyable orgasm, and I knew she hadn't been at the receiving end
of such determined tactile adventures before I worked my finger and
thumb into place.  For a mother to offer her third grade daughter to a
perfect stranger hinted at a recently committed crime involving her
husband's death, and a whole new set of problems needed to be
considered.

My head came back around, I looked right into the woman's eyes, and made
my best offer.

"I might be willing to accept your terms, but ... in order for me to
feel as if I'm not gonna have my throat cut right in the middle of my
version of Heaven you'll have to agree to one last requirement, and I
doubt you'll be quite as willing after you hear it."

"Fine!  Whatever!  You know I can't refuse."

"Actually ... no, I don't know that."

"Okay!  Just ... what requirement do you have?"

"You have to agree to be tied up so you can't beat me silly or try to
kill me while I'm enjoying such delicious acreage."

"What???  And if I let you tie me up what's to say you won't kill me or
dump me on the side of the highway and kidnap my daughter?"

"Look, Lady ... I'm not the one who's desperate to leave the state, but
at least I'm smart enough to keep someone who looks desperate enough to
do just about anything from slitting my throat and leaving me on the
side of some dark highway."

She thought about it for a moment and then added more terms.

"You can't hurt her ... or rape her.  She has to agree to it, and if
she says 'stop' you have to, okay?"

"I've never hurt a little girl in my entire life, and I'm not about to
start now."

She didn't seem satisfied.

" ... and you can't force her to do anything.  If she likes what you're
doing ... like ... right now ... then you can keep doing it until she
says she's had enough.  But you have to stop right away if she asks!"

"What makes you think your little girl will be satisfied with only a few
minutes of my attention?  She obviously enjoys what I'm doing a lot more
than you could have imagined?"

That's when my elementary school partner decided to do her best to argue
in my favor.

"Muh ... Muh ... Mommy!  It ... it feels good!  Let him keep doing it,
please!"

While masturbating her daughter I looked into the woman's eyes and let a
grin escape as I whispered.

"She isn't a virgin, is she?"

The woman looked away for a moment, must have needed to draw her courage
up, and then looked into my eyes as she whispered.

"No."

"Who was the lucky man?"

When I saw the woman clench her jaw I realized the guy who'd deflowered
the little girl must have done so against her wishes, but the cat was
out of the bag, and the woman was either going to answer ... or scream
rape.

"Her father."

To prove to the desperate woman that I wasn't an absolute monster, and
because I could see her level of animosity for what the child's father
must have stolen, I decided to illustrate just how compassionate I could
be, and that I was someone who could be different than most men.

"Did he take something that wasn't offered willingly?"

I saw her expression change to confusion, and she hesitated, but she
answered eventually.

"Yes.  When he came home drunk one night while I was at work he ... he
forced himself onto ... he raped his own daughter."

"How long ago was that?"

"Six months."

I looked as deeply into the woman's eyes as I could while I tried like
Hell to peak the little girl.  I wanted her child's orgasm to be a truly
lovely event, and I needed for the preteen to extol the benefits of a
skilled man's determined efforts.

"But in order to get away from him you're willing to let me have your
daughter ... and satisfy myself with her, and her with my skills in any
manner I wish?"

The woman bowed her head and added a bit more than I anticipated.

"My little girl didn't react the way I thought she might, because rather
than be horrified by what her daddy did she wants to have other men give
her as much pleasure as she can get.  I don't like the idea of my little
girl whoring herself to every jerk with a hard-on, so I'm taking her
with me as far from her father as we can get.  Maybe if we get far
enough my daughter will see that giving her body to men when she's still
in elementary school isn't a smart thing for her to do."

"And yet ... you're willing to let me have her so you can get away from
your husband.  That's kind of strange logic to me."

She then pulled an ace card out of her sleeve that I wasn't expecting.

"I knew what kind of man you were the second I saw you, and you're not
the type who would hurt a little girl, even if you got to ... enjoy her
as much as you wanted to."

"And what kind of man is that?"

"You're not a rapist ... you're a pedophile."

The moment she said the "P" word I flinched and felt my face get hot
from intense embarrassment.  She'd pegged me alright, all the way down
to my wanting to share hours of loving sex with a little girl who just
craved to feel needed and loved ... but not forced or hurt.

That was when I decided to turn the tables on her.

"What if I wanted to keep your daughter ... and help raise her in a
loving household rather than an abusive one?"

"You ... you'd want to keep her?  Do you want me to give her up?"

"No.  I'd be willing to provide you with a good home if you'll let me
keep your daughter."

"Do you want her to be your slave?"

"No, just a willing partner and playmate."

"And ... what about me?"

It was at that moment I realized I might get to eat the little girl's
brownies ... and enjoy the oven they'd been baked in, too.

"Do you want to be loved like I'm gonna love your little girl?"

"You'd ... you'd be willing to love me too?"

I smiled at her, winked, and then whispered.

"As long as you keep yourself shaved bare and never say no."

The little girl was moments from screaming when she grunted.

"Muh ... Mommy!  SAY YES!"

The woman nodded once, looked down, and must have felt ashamed for
selling her daughter to me for nothing more than a free ride.  For the
lady to offer herself ... willingly ... also meant she might be a lot
more desperate for a loving relationship than I could have imagined.

"Do you have any possessions?"

She looked up into my gaze, I saw her bottom lip and chin quiver, and
she nodded once again.

"Okay ... go get your stuff, put it in the back, and then get in.  I'm
going to take care of this little angel's immediate needs until you
bring everything back with you."

The women didn't even hesitate before she turned and ran away from the
front of my van as if it was engulfed in flames.  That was my cue to
bring my playmate inside so she could lie back and enjoy the rest of her
fun without any witnesses, and while she was lying comfortably on her
back.  I might have been a sex maniac and a pervert, but I preferred to
make sure my partners were happy and relaxed so they'd beg me to please
them for hours.

"Come on, Angel.  Get in the van so I can help you feel really good."

" kay "

When the woman came back the first time she opened the rear door, looked
inside the darkened interior, couldn't see either me or her daughter,
but could hear the little girl moaning somewhere nearby.  Something was
placed inside along one side wall, the door was closed, and I heard the
woman's feet as she scurried off for yet more possessions.

By the time the woman had loaded her things into my van three different
times her little girl had a firm grip on both of my ears, was stuttering
to her second sweet orgasm, and the child seemed eager to keep my face
tucked tight to her bald cunny for the next five or six hours.

The last time the woman returned she opened the driver door, tossed
something toward the passenger side, climbed inside, closed the door,
and whispered to anyone behind her.

"I'll drive if you let me, because I wanna get as far from here as
quickly as I can."

My mouth came away from the little girl's dripping pussy, my lover
grunted at me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Noooo!  Don't stop licking me and sucking on my tingle bump!  More!"

"Hee, hee ... let me toss your mom the keys to the van, Angel."

"Hurry!"

The woman turned around in the seat, saw me rise to my knees, and heard
me jingle the keys in midair.

"Here!"

A moment later the keys were lying on the dashboard along the front
window.  Once she found them and located the right one for my van she
inserted the key into the ignition, started my van, turned the lights
on, put her seat belt on, and shifted my vehicle in gear.  Before she
drove very far I made an offer she most likely couldn't refuse.

"At the next twenty four hour burger joint stop so we can all get
something to eat."

"Okay."

But the little girl lying on her back under me, and pushing her hips up
toward my face, wasn't interested in anything pressed against my lips
other than her hairless pussy.

"Come on!  Lick me some more!  I need lots more tingles like what I felt
just now!"

It was obvious the little girl was far more interested in my tongue
rolling her clitoris around and filling her snug cunny than any food
making its way to her tummy past her lips.

The sound of my van's engine getting up to highway speed while I was
face-first between a preteens thighs was a lot different than when I was
sitting in the driver's seat, but I much preferred to have a pair of
smooth chubby legs clamped around my ears than for my stereo to be
turned all the way up.  The sound of the little girl having an extended
orgasm for the next ten minutes must have done more to the young mother
than I expected, because somewhere between the child's heels drumming
along my spine, and her small hands gripping my head hard enough to
break my neck, the stereo came on.

With a face full of bald pussy, and my tongue doing its best to drill
the little girl right into nirvana, I began to tap the tips of my feet
to the beat of my favorite rock group.  It was a strange mix of her hips
coming up and lunging toward my face, and the regular frequency that I
was rolling her clitoris around to one of the best songs in the 80's for
the next half hour.  What surprised me more than being offered such a
delicious and willing prize was how long my young playmate stayed with
me and kept begging for more.  I couldn't suppress a smile when I tried
to pull away from my underage highway souvenir and felt her nearly rip
my ears off and grunt at me.

"Rrrrrr!  Don't ... stop ... LICKING!"

The girl's mother had to have heard her daughter beg to be orally
masturbated by someone who knew what he was doing, and I positioned
myself so I could peek over the young girl's plump mound long enough to
look into the woman's eyes in the rear view mirror.  What could have
been anguish and fury at a man for licking her daughter into utter bliss
was actually a far less intimidating expression on the woman's face.  I
actually saw her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, and her eyes half
closed as if the mother was trying to share what her daughter was
enjoying.

These two were a paradox to me, and both of them seemed far more eager
for a good man's hands, tongue, and cock than I could have imagined.

Just as I'd asked about ten minutes later the woman pulled into the
parking lot of a national burger joint that had a drive through open all
night.  Before she got too close to any bright lights, though, she was
smart enough to warn us after she pulled off to the side.

"People will be able to see inside your van in a minute."

I finished the little girl off with my lips wrapped around her clitoris
and sucked hard.  She had one last cum, gripped my head hard enough to
prove she'd like another round after she ate something, and convulsed as
if she was having a seizure.  I knew the mother could see her little
girl jerking around and gyrating to yet another lovely cum, and I did
everything I could to extend the sensation inside the child's body so
I'd be asked for a return visit.  I loved to give little girls extended
cums, because they had absolutely no strength to fight what their bodies
seemed so eager to enjoy and crave for the rest of their lives.  For me
to do it in front of the little girl's mother was a first for me.

Once my eight year old visitor had her fill she quit pulling my face
tight to her cunny and must have needed a long rest.  That was my cue to
rise to my hands and knees, stare down at my naked guest, and smile at
my good fortune.

Her pussy was cleaned with a wet wipe, I smiled at my exhausted young
playmate, she did her best to grin back with quivering lips, her pussy
was caressed as if she was now my pet, her skirt was pulled down, she
got a kiss on the lips, I covered her with a light blanket, and I made
my way forward.  Even before I took my eyes off her she looked happy
enough to fall asleep.

The moment I was close enough to the child's mother I whispered to her.

"Pull off to the side so I can drive.  That way you and your little girl
can eat and get some sleep."

The woman looked at me as if I had virgin's blood all over my mouth, and
she didn't move for a few seconds.  When she did all she could do was
nod, put my van in park, undo her seat belt, and then switch to the
passenger seat in front.  With the little girl lying under a blanket on
the floor we wouldn't need to worry about her going anywhere.

With me back behind the wheel and buckled in the van was pulled around
to the drive through, and I almost expected the woman to start screaming
rape the second I heard the person inside the restaurant ask that
typical question, "What may I get you?"

I ordered my usual double-meat and cheese monstrosity with extra ketchup
and jalapeño peppers, a large order of fries, and a forty-four ounce
root beer.  Before turning to look at my rider I asked the restaurant
employee to hold on for more instructions, and then turned in place so I
could stare at the young mother.

"You can order anything you want for you and your daughter."

"For real?"

"You can either come closer and tell the order-taker yourself, or just
tell me so I can place the order."

She hesitated for a moment, but must have needed a little of what her
daughter got a while before more than I anticipated, because a second
later she got up off the seat, leaned toward the open window over my
lap, put her left hand along my right shoulder, and her right one
between my legs on the seat.  With her face so close I could have
started to kiss her or at least lick a fair portion of her neck, but I
needed to wait to see what she might do first.

"Two number one combo's with cola, one large strawberry shake, a large
vanilla shake, and a large coffee."

Before she could move away I gripped her right forearm with my left hand
and turned to face the metal box just outside my driver window.

"Add another large chocolate shake to that, please."

"Anything else, Sir?"

I tugged on her arm, brought her face close enough to feel her cheek
along my lips, and tickled her skin as I whispered.

"Anything else ... Honey?"

The woman shuddered, grinned, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth,
and shook her head a tiny amount just once.  I turned my face toward the
window and finished the order.

"No, thank you ... that's all."

"Drive around to the second window, please.  Your order will be up in
just a minute."

"Thank you."

Not wanting any witnesses I hit the armrest button to roll the window
back up, and still holding her right forearm I whispered again.

"You smell nice.  If you'd like some of what your daughter got a little
while ago I'd be more than willing to make your body tremble and shake
even more than she did ... for a few miles.  I'm still not finished
with her yet."

She shuddered, closed her eyes for a moment, grinned wider, pressed her
right hand into my crotch, and leaned into my face so I could nibble on
her chin.

"You like big girls, too?"

By the way she began to massage my rigid cock I could tell she liked
guys as much as I liked elementary school little girls ... and their
willing mothers.

"I like *all* girls, Honey.  Age isn't important to me.  Making a lady
feel good is the only thing that's important."

"It ... it certainly sounded as if my little girl was feeling good a
little while ago."

"When was the last time you surrendered yourself to that sort of
pleasure, Honey?  Do you like to have your clit licked and sucked on?"

"You're ... you're teasing me."

"No, I'm not.  You can have exactly what your little girl did, for as
long as you want it.  All I ask is that you're as baby smooth as she is,
you don't resist anything that your body needs to feel, and you're
willing to enjoy an ongoing rapture that is sure to rock your world."

"I'm ... I'm so horny right now I can't think straight."

"Horny, huh?"

" yeah "

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Uh huh."

"Not if you're a good girl and listen to me.  Take them off so I can see
what you look like."

"But ... I'm not shaved ... like you want."

"For right now I wanna see how obedient you are and how brave you can
be with lights filling the front of my van."

"You ... you want me to ... pull my panties down right here?"

"Uh huh.  Right here ... and right now.  Come on."

The vehicle in front of me moved forward far enough for us to see inside
the first window, but nobody was inside looking out, so we weren't going
to have any witnesses ... yet.

Her arm was released, I looked right into her eyes as if to test for her
willingness to surrender her will to me, and while staring right back
she reached under her skirt, hooked her fingers into the waistband
elastic of her panties, and pulled them down her legs and off.  For her
to tuck her panties under the seat could have meant anything, but there
wasn't a need to humiliate her if she hadn't had a chance to take a bath
within the last day or two.

With the sound of my engine providing a gentle rumble as if to calm her
nerves, and the amount of light pouring in to make it seem as if she was
on stage in front of a hundred men, I watched as the young mother moved
to the middle between the two from seats, tugged her skirt all the way
to her hips, leaned back, and cocked her knees out.  Not only was she
willing to obey me, she was bold enough to prove she had much more
interest in being my play toy than I suspected.

Her cunny was an adult version of her daughter's baby puss, just with a
nest of dark curly hair that had recently been trimmed sitting atop her
bulbous Mons Veneris.  Her labia majora were full and crimson, I saw a
glint of wetness at the coral entrance to her vagina, her clitoris was
barely peeking out between her fat nether lips at the bottom edge of her
pubic hair, and I actually saw the lady arch her hips as if to encourage
me to take what I was staring at.

To prove that I could enjoy a mature woman's delights as quickly and
enthusiastically as a preteens my right hand was shifted to her thighs,
I caressed up and down her legs a few times, between them a few more,
and heard something that proved she was even more horny than I was when
I first saw her little girl's ass.

"Fuck, you're torturing me again!  Please don't make me wait!"

I turned my hand so the faces of my fingers could cup her pussy, I
strummed up and down only once, and then patted her cunny as if to tell
her without words that she'd been a good girl.  For me to smile at her
and then move the van forward proved I knew how to be mean, but for her
to only pull her skirt down enough to cover her pussy proved she had
some morals.

After the food and drinks were collected and my money handed over I
drove to the far end of the parking lot, put the van in park, shut it
off, and turned to my rider in front.  Even before she could reach for
the food and drinks I needed to assert my dominance.

"Let me see again, Honey."

She looked around for a moment, realized that a parking lot overhead
lamp was illuminating her legs like a spotlight, but responded as a good
little slut should when she's got nowhere else to turn and nobody else
to help her out.

She sat deep in the passenger seat, pulled her skirt all the way to her
hips, pushed her legs toward me, opened them up, and whispered.

"Just a little bit, okay?  Please?  I may be hungry, but my pussy is
hungrier for a little of what you gave my daughter."

I looked around outside the van, saw nobody close enough to cause me any
concerns, undid my seat belt, and made my way to the floor between the
seats without kneeling on the bags of food or the cardboard drink
carrier.  For the next couple of minutes I felt and heard my mature
female rider bestow the virtues of male lingual expertise onto a parcel
of soft Heaven that must have needed some attention for quite a while.

What seemed strange was how quickly the mommy got her first cum, and how
eagerly she wanted a second one.  She got her second and was about to
get her third when I heard someone drive up alongside my van.  I had no
desire to share what I'd just found, so I leaned back, saw a mini-van
with a family traveling across country inside, and decided to refrain
from teaching the underage occupants anything about sex.

The woman's pussy was licked once, was wiped with a paper napkin a few
times, and then her skirt pulled only far enough down to cover just
enough to keep anyone from noticing how eager she was.

"Keep your skirt pulled up like that, because I wanna stare at you while
you're eating so I can enjoy just how beautiful you are."

"You ... you think I'm ... beautiful?"

"Of course I do!  My gosh, Honey ... if I didn't think you were
beautiful I'd have to be blind ... or gay."

She smiled, looked down for a moment, toyed with the hem of her skirt
enough to show me a little of her puss, and actually seemed embarrassed
about my admission.  To prove that I could be sensitive to her needs I
reached across to her hands, gripped them for a moment, and when she
looked up into my eyes whispered.

"You haven't been told how lovely you really are recently, have you?"

She shook her head, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as if she
was a teen girl on her first date, and looked more precious to me than
some of the virgin preteens I'd invited into my bed in the past.  She
was getting to me, and I needed to alter the terms of how this battle
was going to be played out, so I lifted her chin so our eyes could meet
and whispered again.

"Why don't we have a late dinner, and then we can get going again,
okay?"

" kay "

For me to lean forward and kiss the woman must have taken her by
surprise, because after I leaned back she stared at me as if I'd just
become her knight in shining armor ... or mentioned something about a
purse filled with money.

"Come on ... get in back so you can wake your little girl up and eat."

A minute later she was kneeling on the thick carpet of my mobile love
machine in back, was lifting her little girl up and toward a side seat,
and I was making my way to the seat opposite from where my female riders
were sitting with our late meal.  A side benefit to facing them was how
short their skirts got after they were propped up, and I could see the
little girl's pussy still glistening as her thighs came apart.  The
mother knew what I could see, and yet she didn't tug her daughter's
skirt down or make her child bring her knees together.

To add to my pleasure I actually saw the woman pull her own skirt up as
far as I'd asked her to on the front seat, and when she splay her knees
enough for me to see her slit wet and eager for my tongue I knew these
two were a pair for a very lucky man.  All it took for me to want to own
these two wayward women was for the lady to look me in the eyes for a
moment and smile.

"What a lovely pair of angels I've got in my van.  Thank you for
convincing me to help you."

The woman blushed, looked down, smiled again, and then looked up into my
stare as if to beg for more compliments.  She'd get them, but I needed
to get to know the lady a little bit more.  She then turned to her
little girl and whispered in a very typical 'motherly' way.

"Crystal ... wake up, Sweetie.  We've got a nice burger combo to eat."

It took Crystal a few moments to collect her senses, but once she could
smell what was in my possession the child burst forward from her seat to
mine and received a paper-ensconced bundle of flavorful Heaven.  The
young mother was handed her meal, they both dove into their burgers and
fries as if it might be their last meal, and looked very satisfied.

It was obvious neither of them had eaten for a while, because before I'd
been able to munch on half of mine they'd finished their burger and
fries and were working on their dessert.  To make sure I'd have another
chance at either playmate I offered yet more good news.

"After we get down the road a little way I'll get you something else to
eat if you want."

Crystal must have realized what I said, and how likely it was neither of
them would be in danger of offering something I would enjoy just as
much, because she put her empty shake cup down and knee-walked to my
side of the van.  Her mother watched, but didn't say a thing as the
preteen knelt down between my legs and started to snuggle as if I'd
instantly become her boyfriend or father.

"You're being so nice to us, and I really appreciate it.  I know my mom
doesn't want me to act like a 'ho' when I'm around men, but guys like
you just turn me into such a cum sluh ... make me feel so horny that I
wanna do all sorts of naughty things.  You don't think I'm a tramp or
an easy lay, do you?"

The disparity of her statement and query left me feeling unsure of
myself.  To say I was confused would put it mildly.

"Well ... no, I don't think you're a tramp, but you certainly do enjoy
having lots of pleasure if a guy knows what he's doing.  Do you let lots
of guys enjoy your pussy and give you pleasure like I did before?"

"There hasn't been *ANY* guy who made me feel as good as you did a
little while ago.  My dad showed me what fuhh ... having sex was like,
and I really got to like how it felt after the pain went away by the
second month, but he didn't give me any of those wonderful tingle
feelings like you did a little while ago."

"You didn't answer my question, Crystal.  Do you let lots of guys do
stuff with you like your dad did?"

She hesitated for a moment, turned to look at her mom, and then back at
me.  A moment later she wiggled her way onto my thighs, climbed up onto
my lap like a baby, pressed the side of her face into my chest, gave me
a hug, and then whispered.

"I only let two other guys do it with me like my dad did, and my mom
caught me with my teacher the third time we did it in my bedroom."

"Who was the first guy?"

She shrugged and then whispered.

"I dunno ... some guy I saw at the mall.  He was cute, kept looking at
me like you do, and looked like he knew how to fuhh ... make me feel
good in bed."

Crystal's mother cupped her mouth at her daughter's casual disregard for
encouraging a perfect stranger between the child's thighs, and I could
see a kind of shame that no distance could alter.  In spite of how I saw
the little girl's mother react I couldn't help but ask for more info.

"How many times did you do it with him?"

"I dunno ... a bunch, I guess."

"Why did you stop letting him do it with you?"

"Because he started to slap me around and call me a 'ho' and slut and
shh ... stuff like that.  I don't like being called a slut or treated
like a slave, so I told him to leave me alone or I'd call the cops."

"I guess he didn't like that, did he?"

"Naw ... he tried to pretend he was just playing and stuff, and he kept
telling me over and over that he wouldn't treat me like that no more."

"You didn't believe him, huh?"

"No.  I could tell pretty quick after that he just wanted a slut to beat
up and treat like shh ... treat bad."

For her to catch herself and not say 'shit' proved she wasn't a total
basket case or lost cause, and I kind of liked the idea that I could
rescue her and still keep her thighs tight to my ears.

"When did you invite your teacher to take over for the first guy?"

"A couple of days later.  I was feeling so horny I couldn't think
straight, and I tried to find the nicest guy anywhere.  None of the boys
my age knew anything about fuhh ... having sex, or at least they didn't
know how to make me feel good when they did it, so I knew I'd need to
find an older guy again ... like that guy in the mall."

"So you're only interested in older guys because you know they'll be
nice to you?"

"Yeah.  Mr. Prescott was always nice to me in my third grade history
class, and he always liked to lean against me when he was close to me,
so I guess he wanted to touch me just like all the boys in class did."

"You let all the boys in your class touch you?"

"Not all ... but a lot."

Her head snapped toward her mother, and I could tell my petite lap
dancer must have shared a bit more than her mom had already known.  With
that much I needed to know more.  Wanting to know if she invited them to
her house for an orgy wasn't supposed to be that big a deal, and all I
really wanted to know was if she let any boy cup her small titties, or
they got to work their fingers into her panties as well.

"Where did you let them touch you?"

She snuggled tight to my body, pulled my right hand under her left leg
to help hold her up, and seemed to want to be molested as she spoke.

"I let any boy play with my little titties and nipples if he wanted to,
as long as none of the girls or teachers could see, but I only let my
real good friends pull my panties down and touch me anywhere so I could
have a good feeling.  I knew I could trust them, so they got to finger
me as much as they wanted.  A few of them were good enough I was almost
gonna let them ... you know ... do it with me."

It wasn't what I expected, but it was certainly more than I could have
hoped for.

"I meant if you let the boys touch you when you were in class, Crystal."

"Oh!  Well ... a couple of times, yeah.  But most of the time I didn't
want any of the other girls or Mr. Prescott to see when the boys were
doing stuff to me."

"Where did you let them finger you?"

"Mostly in one of the janitor's closets, but sometimes in an empty
classroom with a couple of extra boys as lookouts."

"How many boys got to finger you at the same time?"

"Mostly two.  The other boys had to wait until their turn came up."

Crystal was more of a slut than her mother might have believed.

"When did you ask Mr. Prescott to do stuff with you too?"

"After I got a bad grade on a test and asked him if I could take the
test over or do something to get a better grade."

"What did he say you could do to get a better grade?"

"He was smart, because he didn't say nothing.  All he did after I asked
him if I could make the bad grade go away was to rub my butt a few times
really soft.  That's when I knew he wanted to touch me as much as the
other boys did."

"What did you tell him after he started to rub your bum?"

"I uhh ... I asked him if I could get a good grade if I let him do
stuff to me."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say nothing again.  All he did was write a 'C-minus' on my
test with one hand while he pushed his other hand up under my skirt and
started to rub my panties between my legs."

"Did you like the grade he gave you?"

"Yeah ... because I wouldn't get flunked out of his class, then."

"Did you like how he was touching you?"

"Ohhh, yeah.  He knew where to rub my pussy and how hard to push so it
felt a ton better than when the boys were fingering me."

"How long did he touch you?"

"I dunno.  A while, I guess."

"Didn't he have another class after that?"

"No.  It was at the end of the school day, so everybody else was gone."

"What happened after he touched you really nice for a little while?"

Crystal snuggled a bit higher into my body, used her left hand to push
my right between her legs, and whimpered at me like a lost kitten.

"I'm horny!  Rub me some more, please?"

Crystal's mother must have been unwilling to just sit there and watch me
fondle her daughter, because she collected all the food trash, stuffed
it into one of the bags, and started to go forward to the driver seat as
she whispered.

"We need to get moving."

A minute later my van was started, and with me sitting on one back seat
while holding a horny preteen on my lap Crystal's mom drove back to the
highway so we could travel even further from where I found them.

With my right hand between Crystal's thighs, my middle finger stroking
her tight preteen cunny in long and slow in and out shifts, and my thumb
tucked tight over her clitoris and rolling it around like some type of
rubber toy, she tilted her head back so we could kiss.  That little girl
could really kiss.

It didn't take long before she tugged on the back of my neck to tell me
she had other things on her mind.  After we shifted off my seat she
pushed my face down her body until I was again between her thighs and
she was lying on her back where she was when this love drive started.  I
don't know how long I tongued that horny little girl, but she kept a
firm grip of my ears, the back of my head, and couldn't get enough of
what I was best at using my tongue.

But it was after she'd had her fourth or fifth cum that she pulled my
head up her body and my mouth to hers so she could whisper into it.

"Please fuck me ... please?"

Since her mother had given me permission, as long as it was Crystal's
idea, I smiled, gave her a little kiss, nodded, and saw my preteen lover
smile back at me in glee.

For the next hour I kept fucking that darling little girl in every
position I could think of until she was too tired to keep pushing her
pussy into each of my thrusts.

"Okay!  Okay!  Okay!  Please let me rest!"

She got to rest, but I didn't pull my cock out.  For the next half hour,
and while listening to a good portion of my favorite tunes from my MP3
player, I pushed my dick as far into the little girl's cunny as it could
go while her hips bucked and her pussy gripped my tool like a vise.  It
took her quite a while, but Crystal eventually passed out from so much
over stimulation.  I was more than a little pleased she didn't insist I
remove her pleasure tool.

I cleaned my playmate up, licked her for good measure, and then used my
best blanket to cover her up with so she could take a much needed nap.

Her mother could see everything that I was doing in the rear view
mirror, and when I came forward and sat in the passenger seat she spoke
for the first time in over two hours.

"You're not who I thought you were."

"Oh, really?  Who did you think I was ... when you saw me staring at
Crystal's lovely fanny at the rest stop?"

"I figured you were just some loser who wanted to get a quick feel of my
little girl's ... pussy, and maybe lick her for a couple of minutes.  I
never expected her to beg you to ... to fuck her like that."

"Well ... you *did* say I could do whatever I wanted, as long as it was
Crystal's idea and she agreed to it, didn't you?"

"Yeah ... I did."

The woman didn't sound nearly as disappointed nor angry as I thought she
might, and I had to ask why.

"You don't sound horrified for what Crystal enjoyed back there.  Why
not?"

"Because I knew when I caught her with her teacher on her bed that she
was going to slut herself to every man in the city unless I found a way
to ... "

"To what?"

She stayed silent far longer than I expected.  In order to keep her
talking I had to push her.

"Do you think I'm a cruel man for taking advantage of Crystal?"

"No ... not cruel."

"Then, what?"

"Just a lot more talented than is good for either of us."

"Us?  Are you talking about you and me, or you and Crystal?"

When the van slowed down a little bit I knew she'd lifted her right foot
off the accelerator pedal.  I had a solution for her distraction.

"Pull off at the next rest stop."

The lady's head snapped to the side, her eyes were as big as dinner
plates, and her mouth came open as if she was going to say something,
but nothing came out.

Just as I asked she pulled off the highway at the next rest stop, and I
could see her bottom lip and chin quivering as she brought my van to a
complete stop at the far end of the parking lot.  She must have believed
I was going to dump her out, or possibly both of them, or maybe even
kill both of my horny visitors, because she shut my vehicle off only
after we were as far from anyone else as we could be.  It would mean a
longer walk to the men's room, but I certainly had enough energy to do
it.  Besides, I needed to clean my cock off.

She took the keys out of the ignition, handed them to me, and must have
been screaming for mercy on the inside, but all she did was unbuckle her
seat belt, make her way close to her daughter, and look back at me.

The van was started, I drove back to the bathroom area, and only shut my
ride off after we could see the brightly lit building through the front
windshield.

"Do you want to carry Crystal inside with you, or do you want me to?"

"Whuh ... what?"

"I need to go pee, and after all the soda and ice cream you two had, and
the coffee you topped it all off with, I kind of figured you needed to
as well.  You coming ... I mean, do you wanna go inside?"

When I saw a quivering grin I knew she got the joke.

The doors were unlocked, the driver door was opened, and I made my way
to the side passenger door in back.  It was also opened, and with the
young mother looking at me in total disbelief I stepped in and lifted
Crystal into my arms.

"Come on, Mommy.  We need to take your little girl to the potty."

The lady stared at me as if my head had suddenly come open and she could
see my brains spilling out.  It wasn't that easy for me to carry Crystal
out of the back of the van and step down to the ground without falling
down onto my face, but I was eventually able to make my way to my feet
outside.  What seemed strange was when the woman stepped out and helped
to pull the back of her daughter's skirt down and tucked it under my
right forearm to keep anyone else from seeing her little girl's bare
fanny underneath.

A nice feature of the rest stop she'd chosen was a family styled
bathroom where both mommies and pretend daddies could help a sleeping
preteen behind a closed and locked door and onto a potty.  I'd helped
dozens of little girls on the potty, but never with their mothers
watching me.  In a brightly lit rest stop bathroom Crystal's mom just
stood by and watched me lift the back of her daughter's skirt so I could
place the little girl's fanny onto the clean white plastic ring.  A
moment later we both heard proof that my planning was getting better by
the minute.

For me to hand the woman a disposable shaver confirmed I wasn't about to
forget how I loved to see my women.  She might have been embarrassed
with me watching her, but every curly example of unnecessary hair was
removed.  She looked a lot better bald, and when I caressed her pussy a
few times I could tell she understood how much I appreciated that.

Ten minutes later I was loading Crystal back into my van, tucked her
under the same blanket she'd been using, and then turned to the woman.

"You wanna get some sleep for a few hours?"

Again she looked at me as if she couldn't believe the words coming out
of my mouth.  I had to ask her a second time to get her to do anything.

"You can take a nap and forget all about your past for a little while,
if you want to."

"You ... you're not gonna make me earn it ... like you did Crystal?"

"I don't force my playmates to have orgasms.  If they want them I'm
willing to provide as many as I can, but I never force any girl to have
a good time, no matter their age."

"But ... "

"Look ... I don't even know your name."

"Melissa."

"Look, Melissa.  I'm offering you a chance to get some sleep, and I'm
not going to force you to do anything as payment."

"But ... why not?"

"Because I've begun to realize that if I treat you and Crystal the right
way, and give you the option for pleasure and comfort rather than beat
either of you into doing what I want, then you might just be willing to
stay with me and keep me company for a little while."

"You want me ... us to keep you company?"

"Yes.  I don't know if you could tell when you saw me staring at
Crystal's gorgeous ass at the first rest stop, but I'm a lonely man, and
I need to feel like I had a future rather than an empty past.  I'd much
rather pretend to be a father and husband for a few hours, or maybe even
a few months, than a child molester, rapist, or kidnapper."

"You could still kidnap Crystal and dump me on the side of some dark
road after you ... killed me."

"Why the Hell would I wanna do that???  You're a beautiful woman, you
love to have your pussy licked as much as your daughter does, and you
seem to like being treated with respect and affection more than abuse."

I was engulfed in a very tight embrace a moment later.

"I'll never leave you if you promise to keep treating me and my daughter
like we were your girls."

"Then ... you need to start acting like you're gonna obey me, Melissa."

"Obey ... you?"

"Uh huh.  When I ask you to get some sleep, I'd kinda like for you to
just smile at me and nod rather than start a thirty minute long chat
about the finer points of a fantasy relationship."

For Melissa to smile made me feel good.  For her to kiss up along the
underside of my neck until her lips were nearly munching mine off my
face made me feel a lot better.  But it was what she whispered into my
ear before she started to nibble on it that proved I wouldn't be doing
much driving for a while.

"Let's go find a nice dark place to park for a while."

After my van was relocated Melissa asked for at least a half hour of my
skills as a tongue master.  I was eventually able to get her onto her
back next to Crystal so I could give her what she heard her little girl
enjoy.  With nobody around for at least fifty yards that woman grunted
and moaned like a whore on a slow night.  What seemed both strange and
very gratifying was her level of enthusiastic need for my lingual
antics, because each time I gave her a nice cum she'd keep hold of my
head as if to prevent me from leaving.  I liked that in a woman.

It took a while, but eventually Melissa begged for me to stop sucking on
her fat labia majora and aching clitoris.  She was licked fairly clean,
wiped with a baby wipe, dried with an extra restaurant tissue, and then
ogled for a few minutes.  I think the woman loved being stared at and
admired more than just about any little girl I'd ever introduced to sex.
As much fun as she'd had I assumed she might be ready for some sleep,
and she was almost under another blanket so she could take a nap, but
Melissa tugged her skirt above her hips, arched her back to inform me
that I needed to do something other than lick her, and felt the woman
tug on my body as if to lie over her.

A minute later, and with at least one of her hands helping, my cock felt
the smooth, hot, wet, and tight insides of the little girl's mother's
cunny.  What Crystal started her mother put the finishing touches on,
and for the next hour Melissa and I fucked next to her sleeping daughter
as if we were teens on our first late date.

For me to fall asleep after I'd stroked the woman to at least a half
dozen of her exaggerated cums, and only my second, wasn't smart.  For
all I knew I'd wake up dead, or lying tied up under some shrubs along
the far side of the rest stop parking lot.

It was a real surprise when I woke up to Melissa giving me a nice blow
job while Crystal was sitting on my face and moaning while I was sucking
on her clit and licking her bald pussy.  For the mother to help me fuck
her daughter after that, and then switch off so the mommy could get some
once the preteen had her fill, was the ultimate in strange mornings.

We returned to the rest stop family bathroom, helped each other get
cleaned up, and an hour later were again inside my van headed east.
Both of my girls stayed very quiet for the longest time, and it was only
my grumbling tummy that convinced me I needed to force either of them to
say anything.

"Okay, you two.  I don't like the silent treatment, and I'm hungry, so
either you accept what restaurant I pick, or you two pick a better one."

Melissa was buckled in the front passenger seat and smiled at me while
Crystal knee-walked between both seats and pressed her face against my
tummy under my right arm.  Neither of them said a word as I pulled off
the highway and drove into a twenty-four hour breakfast place.

We probably didn't look any different than the other dozen or so tired
and hungry families inside the place, but I felt as if at least my two
female riders were completely naked.  Nobody stared or said anything,
but it seemed as if a thousand eyes were burning into my head as I
walked with my right arm around Crystal's waist and held Melissa's right
hand in my left.  We ordered typical fare, whispered a few words now and
again, but didn't share any aspect of our private lives with anyone in
the immediate area.  It was only after I'd paid for the meal and was
walking with my two riders toward my van that Melissa spoke.

"It will feel good to be back on the road again."

"Didn't you enjoy the meal?  I thought it was pretty good."

"Yeah ... it tasted good, but it felt like everyone was staring at us."

"And what about you, Crystal?  Did you have that same feeling?"

"Yeah ... and I could kinda tell some of the fathers of those other
children were looking at me as if they wanted to meet me in the bathroom
for some ... sex."

"Did you want them to ask and take you to some quiet place so they could
fuck you some more?"

"NO!"

Her almost violent reaction took me and her mother by surprise.  But it
was my next query that made the young girl stop thinking first.

"Don't you want men to have sex with you like your dad, and that guy
from the mall, and your teacher did?"

Crystal leaned into me as we walked the last few yards to my van,
pressed her head into my body, and pulled herself as tight to me as she
could without climbing into my arms.  I could have been satisfied with
her nonverbal response, but I always preferred clarity.

"Come on, Crystal.  I need for you to be honest with me.  You can lie to
every other person on the planet, but I need to always hear the truth,
even if it's unpleasant."

"You ... you'd rather I tell the truth ... even if you won't like it?"

"This goes for both of you, okay?  From now on I'll support you, and
care for you, and love you, and keep you satisfied and happy, but only
if you're honest with me.  If you're honest with me, then I'll be just
as honest with you.  Do we have a deal?"

"So ... if you ask me something ... us something, then you want us to
always answer with the truth, right?"

"That's right."

"Even if it will sound really bad ... or nasty?"

"Uh huh."

"And you'll answer my ... our questions just like we're supposed to
answer yours?"

"Yes I will, but if it means going to jail, then I might end up on the
highway again before the cops show up."

Melissa gripped my right hand and pulled hard.  All I needed to do was
turn my head a little bit and look into her eyes to see a look of deep
sadness all over her face, but still I needed more.

The young mother provided what I wanted before I had to ask her.

"We'll never call the cops on you ... "

For her to pause like that didn't sound good.  I found out why a moment
later.

"This is gonna sound really stupid, but ... I don't even know your
name."

"Ha, ha ... Cameron."

It didn't even slow Melissa down.

"We'll never call the cops on you, Cameron.  You're helping us escape
our old lives, and the one we're starting to enjoy is just too nice to
think about ruining by making you leave us."

I leaned forward, gave Melissa a kiss, and then turned to look down into
Crystal's eyes.

"And what about you, Kitten?"

"Please don't leave us, Cameron.  I love you, and ... I don't want
nobody else no more other than you.  To answer your question from
before, I don't want other men to fuhh ... to have sex with me now that
I know what it is I want."

"And what do you want, Crystal?"

"I wanna have you as my pretend Daddy so you and my Mommy can be happy
and have sex as much as you wanna, and then you and me can fuhh ...
have sex as much as I wanna."

The side door of my van was unlocked and opened, I helped both girls
inside toward the seats in the back, and after I climbed in closed the
side door.  Kneeling on the floor between them, and looking into one and
then the other lady's eyes, I offered words that I couldn't imagine I'd
speak for the rest of my life.

"If you two will be loyal to me, and give me everything you are and
want, and never tell anyone about our private lives, then I'll be just
as loyal to you and share everything that I am."

We remained together just long enough for us to hear a police siren
somewhere along the street.  My first inclination was to open the side
door, throw both girls out on their asses, and make my way back to the
highway.  Fortunately the cop car drove by and kept going.  Melissa then
whispered into my ear opposite from Crystal.

"Why don't you fuck my little girl for a little while so I can drive
further away from all of our pasts?"

Five minutes later my van was back to highway speed, and I was stroking
a bald cunny little angel.  Crystal kept saying all sorts of dirty and
exciting things, and I couldn't help but fuck her even harder when she'd
promise me all sorts of unrealistic notions.  When Melissa had enough
verbal torture she found a quiet spot in yet another rest stop,
convinced me to switch lovers, and then fucked me just as hard as I
fucked her little girl.

By the time we got to some small mountain town in Western North Carolina
my dick was almost raw from being overused and my tongue cramped from
licking both willing pussies.  The town seemed small enough for us to
hide in for a while, and after a week we found a nice double-wide
trailer on a small plot of land and nobody within hearing distance.

It seemed strange for Crystal to want to start her life over again and
go back to school, but she promised me and her mother repeatedly that
the only cock she'd allow between her thighs, inside her mouth, or in
her tight fanny belonged to me.  For Melissa to lie next to her daughter
with a broad smile on her face and watch me pound her little girl proved
the mother liked the idea of only one man in their lives, in our large
bed ... or in their tight hairless cunnies.

For Crystal to help me masturbate her mother, and then watch with a
smile as I fucked the woman proved the preteen was willing to accept a
much less involved love life.

Wearing very conservative school clothes, and a pair of thick cotton
panties, I took Crystal to her first day of fourth grade class and got
what most other parents might have believed was a timid father/daughter
kiss on the lips.  Had they known my tongue had been rolling the nine
year olds clitoris around even before she'd climbed out of bed that
morning they would have most likely called the sheriff on me.

Melissa and I got fairly decent jobs in the area, and before long the
three of us settled into a routine that might have seemed boring to
anyone else.  What nobody knew, and would never find out, were the sex
games the three of us would play after we'd eaten dinner and Crystal's
school work was finished.

For Crystal to bring one of her school friends home with her a month
after school started and on a rather typical Friday afternoon wasn't
that much of a surprise.  For Crystal to tell me that her young friend
had an abusive father, loved to cuddle with my pretend daughter when
they were alone, and then asked me to teach her friend all the things
she liked in bed, proved I needed to use my head rather than my cock for
the next few minutes.

It took a while, but I eventually considered getting into my van once
more.  For Crystal and Melissa to be lying in bed together and asleep
after having spent two hours having lesbian sex could have been most
men's Heaven, but for just one more little girl to be invited into my
bed proved no child could keep her mouth closed.  I'd never be free of
the guilt or quit worrying about some law enforcement officer finding
out that I was licking and fucking even one bald cunny angel.

It felt good to get back on the highway headed to someplace new and
didn't know after having loved two of the horniest women I'd ever met.
A strange mother and daughter couple could have been everything I ever
might want, but until I found a little girl who could keep her mouth
shut about my sexual exploits inside her panties and between her legs
I'd just have to keep moving around.

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