Spring Break Day 2: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 29
Written by Rufus Fugit
I woke up slowly. My mouth was sour, my eyes were grainy with sleep dirt and one lid was gummed shut. Despite the thin foam pad beneath my sleeping bag there was a rock digging into my back just below my left shoulder blade. It was stuffy in the tent and the mixed reeks of outgassing plastic and stale sex hung unpleasantly in my nose.
I rubbed my eyes clear and raised my head to look around. Moira was a huddled lump inside her sleeping bag with just the top of her head showing. Twelve-year-old Karen was asleep on top of her bedroll with her head at the other end of the tent and one foot almost against my cheek. Her silk robe was rucked up to her shoulders and nearly hidden beneath the wild tangle of her thick blond hair; I had a clear view of one dirty sole, up her long leg and past a knobby knee to her inflamed vagina. Even in sleep her clitoris was swollen and dark. A trickle of juice shone between her spread inner lips, running from her gaping opening over the twisted pleasure knob to soak into the fabric beneath. Her pale buttocks were dotted with fresh welts.
I was naked on top of the sleeping bag. My penis draped over my left thigh; my pubes were dusted with dried semen and little-girl sex cream. Idly I noticed one lone grey hair in the dark tangle. Karen's little sister Renee was snoring sweetly. She blew little puffs of bad breath into my face on every exhale. My skin was sweaty where our naked bodies were plastered together. My hip was a little sore where she had been grinding her bald mound against it, and the skin was sticky and tight with the dried semen that had leaked from her no-longer-virgin pussy. It had been a long night.
Blowing a load down Lilah's throat had exhausted me, as if all my energy had squirted into the seven-year-old's tummy along with my spunk. After using the bathroom I was so tired I was almost stumbling as I made my way back to the tent. My head was down, watching the uneven ground until the shadows gave way to the glow from the tiki torches. I looked up when I heard a strangled choking sound. Lilah was almost invisible inside a crowd of adults that had gathered around her. Moving a bit closer, I could see that I had already been replaced. A stocky, light-skinned black dude had both hands gripped around the seven-year-old's head, stubby fingers tangled in her hair, as he pushed her mouth down onto his pimpled erection. Drool spilled from Lilah's straining lips and her throat bulged. Her eyes were wide and shiny with unshed tears as her mouth was forced down towards the root of the man's cock. For the first time I noticed that she was still wearing the little LED ornament she had whored during our lunch stop. It flashed blue, red, and green as it bounced against her abuser's scrotum. Her chipmunk cheeks shone with sweat in the firelight and a thick glob of semen dripped from a clump of her blond hair onto her chin.
Her skinny nude body was visible only in flashes as three other men moved around her kneeling form. One was stroking the curve of her spine with his other hand mauling her asscheek. A second had reached beneath and was squeezing her tiny prepubescent nipples.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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