Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 33

Renee and Cindy had talked it all out, talked themselves around in circles, tried to talk themselves into some magic solution, but in the end there was no way around it, and Renee was too practical of a little girl not to realize it: she had to tell her parents, even though she knew they would be angry and disappointed. There was no way she could handle this herself. She could have told her uncle and asked for his help but she knew that if she tried to keep this secret from her parents it would eat at her and she would end up spilling it and probably telling more than she could afford to. She had to tell them while she was still more or less in control of herself. So she and Cindy left her bedroom where they'd been talking, and crying some, and talking some more, and she trudged downstairs like it was her execution. And in some ways she guessed a part of her life was ending, the part where her parents weren't disappointed in her. She felt like shit.

Mommy was home from work and Daddy had the night off so they were making dinner together. Renee sat down at the kitchen table. Cindy stood behind her with a hand on her shoulder. Mommy said, "Cindy, are you staying for supper?" but then she turned and got a good look at Renee who was tugging on her braids and looking down into her lap. "Renee, honey, what is it?"

"Mommy, Daddy, I have to talk to you."

"You know you always can, Renee, what's up?"

"Something...I don't know what to do about something." Renee couldn't bring herself to say it.

Rob was chopping some vegetables and so his back was turned when he said jokingly, "Sounds serious. What, are you pregnant?" and he didn't see his daughter's eyes well up. But he heard Jenny say, "Oh shit." He whirled around and saw Renee's face crumple and tears start to run down her cheeks. He dropped the knife and took one long stride to the table, dropping to a knee and seizing Renee in a fierce hug.

Renee lost it. She buried her face in her father's chest, breathing in the familiar smell of his aftershave, pressing herself into his soft belly and everything about him said "home" and "safe" to her. She couldn't help herself, she started blubbering like a little baby. A small part of her, the part that was always watching and judging herself, was horrified. She spoke into Daddy's chest as her tears soaked into his favorite apron. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please don't be mad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Daddy's hand was on the back of her head and his voice rumbled in his chest. "Shh, shh, it'll be okay." He murmured comfort until Renee was able to get herself back under control. After a few minutes she sat back in the chair, wiping angrily at her tears. She desperately tried to school her face back into neutrality but all it took was looking at Mommy, at the sadness and concern in her eyes, and she lost it again. She fought back the tears as hard as she could, gulping and sniveling. Cindy's arms went around her from behind and she felt her girlfriend bend to press her lips against her hair.

"Renee," Mommy said, "It's going to be okay. Whatever happened, we'll figure it out together. We love you, no matter what. You know that, right?" Renee nodded jerkily. "Okay, then," and Mommy was all business. She sat forward and took Renee's hand in hers. "Do you know how far along you are?"

Renee nodded. "It...it happened ten weeks ago."

Jenny nodded. "Who..." She looked back and forth between Renee and her girlfriend. "Did you and Cindy...?"

"No!" The two girls said together. "We don't do it like that!" Renee continued and then instantly wanted to take the words back because Daddy didn't miss things like that and now sooner or later he'd be asking, you two are doing it?

But he was quiet now, and Jenny continued. "Did...did someone hurt you? Did they force you?"

Renee took a breath. Here was where the lies started. She shook her head, her braids swinging. "No, it was just a boy, he's in seventh grade, and we were, you know, curious. After, he said after he didn't know he was making semen yet, and I thought it was ok since I haven't got my period..." she trailed off, sniffling.

"Who is this boy?" Daddy asked. "Do we know him?"

Renee just shook her head silently. Daddy looked like he wanted to say something more, but decided not to.

Jenny leaned forward and looked into her younger daughter's hazel eyes, now reddened and swollen from crying. "Do you know what you want to do?" she asked gently.

"I can't have a baby!" Renee burst out. "I'm only eleven!"

Mommy and Daddy exchanged a look and it seemed like they both relaxed a little. "You know what an abortion is, right?" Mommy asked.

Renee nodded. "It's where they take the baby out before it can live on its own."

"It's not a baby yet," Rob said. "It's a fetus, it's only a clump of cells. It's maybe an inch long."

Mommy cut him off. Renee knew he had been about to give her a detailed description of everything her fetus did and didn't have, and she almost smiled. "You can get an abortion, Renee, and then you won't be pregnant anymore. I think that's a very wise decision. Your body is still too young and it could be dangerous to let the pregnancy continue. Never mind how you'd go about raising a child." Renee nodded. "But. You know abortions are illegal in this state, right?"

Renee hadn't even thought about it. She remembered seeing something on the internet, demonstrations where they yelled about "baby killers" and such. "Will...will I have to go to prison?" she asked in a small voice.

"No, honey, of course not. But it means you'll have to leave the state and go to one where abortion is still legal. I have to call your uncle."

"What? No!" Renee burst out. "I don't want him to know!"

Jenny sighed. "I'm afraid he has to, Renee. Your father and I won't be able to take you."

"Why not?! Why can't you be with me?"

Daddy sighed. "It's complicated. And stupid. Stupid complicated," which almost made Renee laugh. Almost. "They're so against abortion here that if a girl is leaving the state and they think she's pregnant and she's going to get an abortion somewhere else, they'll stop her, arrest the adults, and if the adults are her parents the girl goes into, like, a prison hospital and they make her have the baby."

Cindy looked horrified. Renee started to cry again. "I don't want you to go to jail!"

"And we don't want to, either," Mommy smiled, then her face turned serious. "That's why your uncle will have to take you. He's taken you and your sister camping more than once, and he just took Karen a few weeks ago when you were at Model UN. So it makes sense that now he'd take you - it's only fair, right? That can be the cover story if you get stopped."

"Like Harriet the Spy?" Cindy asked. Renee had turned her on to that book just recently.

Both Jenny and Rob smiled. "Yes, Cindy, like that." Jenny turned serious again. "And once you're across the state line he can take you to one of the clinics where they do abortions."

"But listen," Daddy put in. "Even there, they're going to ask you questions about how you got pregnant and who is the father." He held up his hand when Renee started to speak. "You don't have to tell us," he said, exchanging a quick look with Mommy, "But you should be honest with them. They won't tell anyone, not even us, but they need to know so they can give you the best care. Do you understand?" Renee nodded. Her stomach clenched at the thought of having to explain to an adult that she had only meant to give blowjobs to six of the twelve high school boys while her girlfriend blew the other six, but for reasons she would have a hard time explaining, decided to let them all fuck her instead.

"I want to go with you!" Cindy declared, wrapping her arms around Renee from behind.

Mommy and Daddy exchanged another look. "I know you do, Cindy," Daddy said, "but it's not a good idea."

"Why not?" Renee demanded. "I want her to come with me!"

Daddy put his hand on Cindy's shoulder and spoke very gently. "It's not a good idea because if things go very wrong and you all get stopped at the border, and they find out that you're trans, it will be very much worse. You'll definitely be sent to a...special place they have and..." he looked at Mommy helplessly.

"They won't believe you're a girl," Mommy said simply, "And they'll keep you until they can make you say that you're a boy." She didn't go into details but Renee heard the menace of the things she wasn't saying. She stood and turned and hugged Cindy, and looked deep into her pale, pale blue eyes.

"I wish you could come, but you should stay."

"You'll stay with us," Daddy declared.

***

I was having some "us time" with Lilah when my phone went off with Jenny's ringtone. I was sitting up in bed, naked, with my legs spread wide. Lilah was on her stomach with her face in my crotch and my cock down her throat. Her lips writhed around the root as she choked and sprayed drool into my freshly trimmed pubes. Her tusks clashed together as she strained to swallow around the flesh pole filling her gullet. My eyes were locked on her blue orbs, my hands tangled in her fine gray locks as I pressed myself up against her face. I shifted to a one-handed grip, palming the top of the nine-year-old's head like a basketball, and picked up the phone. "Hey there."

"Hi," Jenny said, and then paused. After a couple of seconds I essayed, "Is Cindy behaving?"

"Oh. Yes, she's fine. Listen, why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

I closed my eyes for a moment as Lilah's throat rippled around my cockhead. She was gagging loud enough that I hoped Jenny couldn't hear it on the phone. Her face was turning purple as I held her down. Her hands pressed against my abdomen, trying to get enough leverage to back off and clear her airway. "That's nice of you, but I was hoping to get some stuff done while Cindy was out of the house..." I clenched my teeth as my nuts drew up and I took my hand off Lilah's head. She reared back just in time for the first bolus of sperm to fill her mouth instead of shooting directly down into her stomach. My erect cock popped out of Lilah's mouth and, waving free, sprayed hot semen all over her tattooed face. I managed not to vocalize despite the intensity of my orgasm, unlike Lilah who coughed and sputtered and drew in a loud, ragged breath. Her eyes went wide as her oxygen-starved tissues were replenished.

"No, I really think you should come to dinner," Jenny said, all but adding "Wink-wink!" Something was up, and she didn't want to say on the phone. I felt a familiar flash of terror, quickly suppressed. My logical brain said if I was busted for fucking Jenny's daughters since the youngest was nine, and now Cindy as well, they wouldn't call me over to their house to have me hauled off, they'd get Cindy out of the house and the cops would even now be pounding on my door. My guilty brain, however, had my erection wilting a little faster than normal - Lilah regarded it with a little tilt of her head and bounced it in her palm. Semen dripped off her downward-pointing tusks and ran down her chin - and put a slight quaver in my voice when I answered Jenny. We agreed on a time, about an hour hence, and hung up.

Lilah was using her fingers to squeegee cooling sperm off her face and then sucking them clean, but all the hardware made for lots of little crannies where jizz would clump up and dry. "C'mon, monster girl, let's shower off. Lilah growled softly at me for the "monster" but with the "girl" added, she let it pass. The two of us got under a lukewarm shower together. She turned up her face so I could gently scrub it clean with a washcloth, and let me shampoo her hair. It was getting longer, almost to her shoulders. I'd have to do something about that, but a trip to Supercuts was probably out of the question.

As I was dressing Lilah switched on the tv, and got PornHub playing. She hopped up on the bed, rested her back against my pillow, spread her skinny legs, and started aggressively masturbating her little peach, tugging her clit and spanking it hard enough to make me wince. She was drooling onto her bony chest when I left the room and headed downstairs. The weather was fine - a gibbous moon in an almost-cloudless sky, still a little chill in the air but the night air was perfumed with loam and plants waking from their winter sleep - so I walked it, over the highway footbridge, past Cindy's elementary school, and into Jenny and Rob's neighborhood.

I was ninety-nine and forty-four one hundredths percent sure that I was not going to be swarmed by the cops and dragged away; still, my guilty brain still had my steps dragging a little as I approached their house, but the porch light was on and through the window I could see Rob bustling around the kitchen and Jenny and Renee sitting around the table, with Cindy standing behind her girlfriend. I let myself in, calling out "I'm here!" and headed straight for the kitchen as I unzipped my jacket. "Smells great! What are we having?" In the silence I clocked the girls' red and puffy eyes and the tear-streaks on Renee's round cheeks, and the solemn expressions on the grownups'. Uh-oh. "What's up?" I asked more quietly as I slipped into a chair. The girls exchanged Significant Looks with Jenny and Rob but no one said anything. "What is it?" I asked again, anxiety tightening my throat.

Jenny opened her mouth to speak but her daughter cut her off. "I need an abortion," Renee said, and started crying. Cindy bent and hugged her fiercely, burying her face in the older girl's hair.

A bunch of dumb questions like "Why?" and "Did you get your period?" and "How did this happen?" and "Am I SCRATCH THAT Who's the father?" all died in my throat. I looked at Jenny.

"Renee was experimenting and it went a little too far," she said delicately, "And she didn't realize that you can get pregnant before your first period." I had not realized that either and a chill ran down my spine. My face felt frozen but I was frantically counting back to the last time I had actually fucked the eleven-year-old in her pussy.

"How far along is she?" I asked.

Renee answered for herself. "Ten weeks," but Cindy put in "Almost eleven, now."

"Ooo...kay," I said. "That's nearly end of the first trimester."

"You know Rob and I can't risk taking her out of state. It would be a break in our routine. But you've taken the girls camping more than once, and you took Karen by herself so it would make sense for you to take Renee now. Fair's fair," Jenny chuckled bitterly. There was nothing fair about this situation at all.

I was turning the situation over in my mind. "We'll have to actually go camping, at least for a couple of days." I was half talking to myself. "Where we'll be going, the state says they don't cooperate with the national license plate tracking database, but I don't know if we can trust that. It only takes one MAGAt buried somewhere in the bureaucracy..." The girls looked confused but Jenny and Rob were nodding along. I turned to Renee. "Are you all caught up in your schoolwork? Of course you are, good. So after dinner you pack what you'll need for three or four days camping." While Rob finished cooking we were all working out the plan. I agreed that it would be too big a risk for Cindy to come with us and Jenny and Rob were happy to let her stay with them. She asked me if she could sleep over tonight. One look at Renee's desolate expression and I told Cindy of course she could.

Dinner was an oddly subdued affair. Karen came home just as we were serving, her cheeks flushed and hair mussed. Choir practice must have been exciting. She picked up on the tension, Renee's eyes red and puffy from crying, the adults' speaking in semi-riddles as we talked around some details. Renee had begged us not to tell her big sister that she was knocked up, and we had agreed but it was obvious we were not saying something important and she looked first puzzled and then a little angry that whatever it was, was being kept from her.

After dinner I gave Cindy a pick-up-off-the-floor hug, squeezing her tight and burying my nose in her hair, just inhaling the clean scent of her. I told her I loved her. I made sure she had her housekey so she could go get fresh clothes and stuff tomorrow. As I gave her another hug I whispered "remember Lilah" in case Jenny or Rob wanted to accompany her. On my way out the door I borrowed a ballcap off the hat tree.

With the cap pulled low over my face, I detoured to the seedier end of my neighborhood where there was a liquor store that also sold miscellaneous stuff including cheap phones. I got the cheapest smartphone they had. A feature phone would have been better, security-wise, except nowadays an adult not carrying a smartphone was suspicious all by itself. I went down the street to a convenience store and bought a pay-go SIM.

When I got home the first thing I did was throw the SIM in the trash. Instead, I loaded the phone with a SIM taken at random from a pile I'd been acquiring over recent months, each from a different store. Once the phone connected, I loaded it with random apps, mostly games, sports betting, a couple porn sites, stuff like that. I filled up the contact list with numbers culled at random from online listings. Hidden in among them were the home, work, and cell numbers for "Aunt Jane". I still had to get out the camping gear and pack the car but first I needed to unwind a little bit. I poured a glass of whiskey and another of vodka and went upstairs.

Lilah was sprawled on her stomach on my bed - naked, of course. The nine-year-old refused to even considered wearing clothes. "Monthter girlth don't," was all she would say. Porn was still playing on the tv. Her chin was resting on a pillow. Her arms were underneath her, reaching down to the giant purple dildo protruding from her cunt. Someone had given it to me years ago as a joke; I had never considered using it. It was more than a foot long and more than two inches in diameter, covered in studs and ridges. But Lilah had her butt in the air and both hands gripping the dildo. Her skinny pale ass went up and down. Her cunt squelched obscenely as drove the dildo in, and then her opening, stretched tighter than a drumhead, clung to the lumpy latex as she pulled it out. Drool coated her chin and soaked the pillow. She grunted loudly each time she shoved the sex toy into her immature cunt, working her mouth and making the chrome tusks protruding from her upper and lower gums clash together musically. The wild tattoos covering her face, back, and arms were shiny with sweat. From the oblique angle where I stood behind I could see the purple latex moving through the three holes pierced on each side of her vulva. The overhead light glinted off the grommets that held the holes open.

I set the glasses of liquor on the night table behind her but Lilah was absorbed in her porn and self-abuse and she didn't notice me pulling off my tshirt, kicking off my loafers and peeling off my trousers and undershorts. Her head whipped around when I put a knee on the bed and her eyes widened, showing the solid blue dye that covered her sclerae completely, as I grabbed the dildo and pushed it into her, applying more and more pressure. Her grunt became a moan and then a high, whistling scream as I watched more and more of the purple cylinder slowly disappear into the child's overstretched cunt. She began wiggling her ass, trying to get away, but I reached out and grabbed a handful of her unruly gray hair, pulling her head back and making it impossible for her to escape the growing pressure against her cervix. Tears began to leak out around the solid blue, running down the tattooed and multiply-pierced skin of her cheeks.

I let go of Lilah's hair and slipped a hand under her belly to flip her over onto her back. She wailed as her vaginal walls, stretched to their limit, reluctantly rotated around the dildo as I held it firm. Her skinny legs were bicycling in the air. I grabbed her ankles, easily encompassing both with one hand. I bent the dildo up with the other and spit two big globs onto her exposed asshole. The pucker was distorted by the invading dildo so that it seemed to smile up at me. I bent my cock down to press the head against the pink crinkled skin, then with the end of the dildo pressed against my stomach I took an ankle in each hand. Once I had the little girl bent double I put weight on my cock. With her vagina stuffed so completely full it took a lot of pressure before her asshole yielded and my cockhead popped in. Her sphincter clamped around the collar and initially resisted my attempts to penetrate the nine-year-old more deeply. But I steadily increased the pressure until Lilah was sobbing loudly as my cock slowly sank into her rectum until my balls came to rest against the upper curve of her buttocks. Despite the sobs and the rictus of pain on her face, she reached up and grabbed her own ankles, pulling them behind her shoulders and holding herself bent double.

I leaned back and relaxed my abs, releasing some of the pressure on the dildo. It slid out of Lilah's cunt only reluctantly, her tiny, undeveloped inner labia everting and clinging to the latex. Lilah gulped air and panted, her face showing relief as the pressure against her cervix lessened. And then I leaned back further, allowing my cock to pull halfway out of her ass. I felt every ridge and striation of her rectum and sphincter as they clamped down on me. As my cock withdrew, I grabbed the dildo with both hands and forced it back in. Lilah's mouth stretched wide in a rictus of pain, or pleasure, or some combination of both. And then I set a rhythm, slow at first, but then gathering speed, fucking my cock into her ass as I eased off the pressure on the dildo, then pulling partway out and shoving the dildo back into her cunt as far as it would go. She was so stuffed, it made her ass impossibly tight around me and I knew I wouldn't last long.

Lilah was groaning and panting, her tusks clashing together and drool running out of the sides of her mouth, but the one thing she wasn't doing was telling me to stop. Indeed, I felt her pushing her butt against me as I buried myself in her heat. Faster and faster I pumped, cock in, dildo out, dildo in, cock out, until I felt my cum rising and as I tipped over I put my full weight behind it and shoved into her, trying for all the world to push my cock up out of her mouth and as the first shots of cum burned up my shaft and poured into her ass I dug two fingers into the peak of her slit - not a slit now, but a grotesquely overstretched ring - and found the tiny bead of her clit smashed against the uneven latex, and I squeezed it between my fingers and rubbed as hard as I could. Lilah threw her head back. Her neck and entire upper body went rigid and I think her eyes rolled back in her head though it was almost impossible to tell, and she squealed over and over, her asshole squeezing in time with her voice, until the breath left her.

I was drained, drenched in sweat, my softening cock now painfully crushed by Lilah's sphincter. No grown woman I'd ever had could fuck the life out of me like this poor, mutilated child. I fell backwards, pulling the dildo out of her abused cunt as I went. She moaned as it popped free, leaving her tiny cunt still distended and gaping. Semen dribbled out of her asshole around my now limp organ. The two of us lay there panting on the rumpled, sweaty sheets, our legs scissored together.

Once I got my breath back, I reached back to the night table and handed Lilah the glass of vodka, taking the whiskey for myself. She got up on her elbows and took the glass. I held mine out to her. She just looked at it blankly. I had to take her wrist and bring the two glasses together to clink gently. I took a sip of the whiskey. Lilah finished three fingers of vodka in three big gulps, then sat up unsteadily and started watching the porn still playing silently on the tv. The only sound was her harsh breathing and the sound of her right hand pinching and slapping her still-gaping peach.

I fondled the child's back, tracing the repulsive fantasy creatures tattooed there as I told her about Renee. As I spoke I realized I wasn't even sure Lilah understood about pregnancy and how babies were made, despite having been raped by her father at age seven and then fucked more in the last two years than any ten women might be in their entire lives.

I wasn't sure at first that Lilah had even heard me. She was staring blankly at the scenes of copulation on the screen with her mouth hanging open and saliva spilling over her lower lip.

But after a minute the sounds of her vigorous masturbation stopped. She raised her hand to her face and sniffed her fingers absently. With a voice even more slurred than usual thanks to the vodka she rasped, "No penith? How long with no penith?"

I told Lilah again how many days I expected to be gone. She stared at the fingers that had just been buried in her little cunt and seemed to be trying to count on them, but gave up after three. She picked up the giant dildo and shook it back and forth. "Toy penith." She thought for a second. "Other monthter penitheth." She fell back onto the bed and started masturbating again, twisting and pulling at her clitoris while stabbing two fingers of her other hand into her opening.

I guessed that meant she was making plans to get laid while I was gone. I could've tried to draw her out a little further and make sure she understood but having a conversation with the little girl was always exhausting, and I still had to pack the truck. So I got dressed and that's what I did.

We were on the road before sunup the next morning. Renee was silent, slumped in her seat and staring glumly at the highway. She was not a natural early-bird so this wasn't unusual. She hardly touched her Waffle House breakfast, though, cutting bites off her waffle and just pushing them around the plate, and that was unusual.

Once we were back on the road I handed her my burner phone. "You have to call and make an appointment at the abortion clinic." Renee looked at me with sad eyes. There were lines of tension around her mouth that belonged to someone much older than eleven.

"Why do I have to? You're the one that knows where we're going."

"Because first of all, this is your mess, and you're the one who should clean it up." Renee slumped back against the car door as if I'd slapped her. I softened my voice and continued, "But second of all, they won't talk to me, only to the girls who actually need their services." I filled her in on what she had to say, going over it a couple of times until she got annoyed with me. That little show of spirit was reassuring. Even under all this stress, the Renee I knew was still in there.

She found "Aunt Jane" in the contacts list and opened the call. I hit the button to put it on the car speakers. The phone rang twice and then a neutral female voice said, "Hello?"

"Hi, Aunt Jane?" Renee said uncertainly. "It's Renee."

"Why, Renee!" the voice said brightly. "How is my favorite niece?"

"Um, okay," Renee said. "I'm coming up your way this week and I was wondering if I could visit you?"

"Why of course you can, my dear, I'll be so happy to see you. But I'm so busy these days, I have bridge club, and garden club, let me see...how about Wednesday, could you come by then? Maybe around eleven and we'll have a nice lunch and catch up. You remember the address, don't you? Nine-fifty Persimmon Way?"

Renee gulped. "Aunt Jane" had just told her how much the procedure would cost. "Okay," she said shakily.

"Great, I'll see you then. It'll be so nice to see you again. Love you!"

"Love you, too," Renee echoed weakly and hung up. She looked at me plaintively. "That's almost a thousand dollars! I can't pay that," and her eyes filled up.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I reached over to rub her back but she stiffened and pulled away. "You don't have to pay it, it's covered."

"Did Mommy and Daddy give you...?"

"It's covered," I repeated. Jenny and Rob and I had argued over this. They were doing okay but that was still a big bite out of their monthly budget and I'd insisted, telling them that I had only been a parent for a few weeks and I had plenty saved from before that happened. (A good portion of it came directly from their older daughter's cunt, but they didn't - I didn't need for them to know that.) I expected them to force some cash on me when we got back but for now I had withdrawn a small stack of hundreds from an ATM and they were snug in a little pocket sewn in the bottom of one of the floor mats.

We drove in silence for awhile. A light rain had started and the only sound aside from the hum of the truck's tires on pavement was the wipers thwop-thwopping softly back and forth. Renee had slid down in the seat with her sneakers up on the dashboard and was just staring at the overcast sky. "So," I finally said, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"What do you think happened?" Renee snapped at me. "I fucked a boy. That's how you get pregnant, in case you didn't know."

I kept my tone mild. "I've heard that, yes. I just wondered if there might be more to the story than what you told your parents, you know, because..."

"Because what?"

Because I hadn't known either that a girl could get pregnant before her first period, and as far as I knew the majority of cum that had been pumped into the eleven-year-old's tight little bald pussy was mine. "Well, you and I have been fucking some, and if you're protecting me by making up some boy..."

Renee sat up and turned on me with surprising anger in her voice. "As fucking if. If you had put a baby in me I might have told on you, but then everyone would be asking Karen if you fucked her too and there's no way she could've kept her mouth shut about everything and she would've ended up in a mental hospital or something and at least I care what happens to her!" Her voice rose until she was shouting. I glanced over and she looked furious, angrily swiping away tears. I was about to ask her what the fuck but then I saw trouble ahead.

"Get your shit together," I told Renee. She started to answer back but I raised my voice. "Shut the fuck up, straighten up, and look happy unless you want to go to jail today!" Red and blue lights were cutting through the gloomy day up ahead. We were getting close to the state line, and there was a checkpoint. As we got closer I could see it wasn't police, but another one of the so-called militias that had been popping up everywhere. Just gomers with guns, guys who were too dumb to be cops - think about that for a minute - playing soldier. That was good and bad. Good in that they had no formal power of arrest and the local cops mostly despised them so were unlikely to back them up. Bad in that their trigger discipline was for shit and neither would local law enforcement care too much about a couple of bodies sunk in a swamp somewhere.

"Smile," I said to Renee as I braked to pull up before the giant diesel dually festooned with lights and flashers that was half-blocking the two-lane highway. Two guys, neither in any danger of starvation, tricked out like Call of Duty characters. All kinds of "tactical" bullshit strapped to their bodies, utility vests worn like bras from which dangled tear gas grenades, clips that might or might not have fit any of the weapons they were carrying, and god knows what else. Big-ass automatic rifles, multiple handguns, knives. Helmets, gloves, and of course the balaclava and mirrorshades. No point asking these douchenozzles for IDs. I rolled down both front windows as I pulled up. "Hey fellas, what's up?"

What followed was perhaps the dumbest interrogation I had ever suffered through. One of the gomers poked through the gear packed in the truck bed. Yes, we were going camping. Yes, we had a campsite reserved. Yes, they could call the state park and check (except they were always too short-staffed to answer their phone). "And who's this pretty little lady?" one of the gomers leered into the passenger window, blatantly trying to look down an eleven-year-old's shirt.

I glanced over at Renee. Hadn't her top, a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off, been buttoned up before? Because now the top three buttons were open, and she appeared to have hiked up her cranberry cargo shorts as well. "Hi!" she said brightly, giving the gomer a vacuous smile. "My uncle's taking me camping! He took my big sister last month but I couldn't come because I had some dumb school thing and usually he takes us both but this time he couldn't so now it's my turn." And god help me, she leaned forward and arched her back, giving the gomer a perfect view of what little bust she had.

Renee's braless little titties kept us out of trouble but also kept us at the mercy of these two morons a lot longer than I liked, as the one kept inventing new questions to ask so he could keep perving on her. The only thing that saved us was the line of cars piling up behind us. Someone a ways back started honking, first a few beeps then leaning on the horn. Pervo's partner looked up, annoyed, and waved us on. Somebody was about to have a bad day but I was just glad it wasn't us.

As I pulled away I watched Renee sidelong. She dropped the cheerful, flirtatious persona like a bag of soggy fries, her face closing down as she rebuttoned her shirt. I briefly saw the outline of her penis against her thigh as she tugged down the legs of her shorts. Good thing the gomers hadn't seen that.

Renee had made it clear further inquiries about the circumstances of her pregnancy were unwelcome. "That was quite a little show you put on for those men back there. Where did you learn that?"

I was rewarded with a crooked smile. "Where do you think? From Karen." But then her face contracted to a scowl again. I tried a couple more times but got only monosyllables if that. Renee sat with her back turned against the door and was watching me. It was a little unnerving. A couple of times she looked like she was about to speak but she didn't. I was used to Renee being quiet - she was like her father, an observer, letting her mind work and waiting until she was sure before sharing her thoughts. I figured she would talk when she was ready, whatever was bothering her. So I just drove.

We crossed the state line and I felt a tightness in my chest loosen. We had gotten this far, we'd be able to get to the clinic and Renee would get her abortion. Maybe there'd be trouble coming back but sufficient unto the day the troubles thereof. So I felt better despite the uncomfortable silence between us, and in another hour we had reached the campground.

Whatever was bothering Renee, she put it away as we went through the familiar routine of setting up our campsite. She was almost cheerful as the arranged our things inside the tent, setting the two stuffies she had brought just so on her pillow. Once everything was set up, I pulled out the brochure for the state park we were in. "There's some nice hikes, if you want to, that take us down around the lake and back. We have time before dinner. What do you say?" Renee looked at me with her poker face firmly in place, but she nodded.

The woods were cool and the air smelled of spring, of green things waking and shoots coming up through the fresh earth. We took our time and Renee seemed to relax in the midst of nature. She wandered from side to side of the wide path, stopping to look at a flower here, a bumblebee there, anything that caught her interest. At one point she crouched down and very gently encouraged a small blue butterfly to hop onto her finger. She looked at it with wonder and turned to me with her face lit up in a grin of simple happiness. The more we walked, the less tense the eleven-year-old seemed to get. By the time we looped back and emerged back at the camping area, she was holding my hand and swinging our arms together.

Renee's mood seemed to darken again, though, when I called home to let everyone know we had arrived without a problem. I spoke to Cindy and told her I loved her and how much I missed her and Renee talked to Cindy and then her parents in turn and then Karen. And after handing my phone back to me she sat and glowered into the fire while I got dinner together. She was silent while we ate burgers and baked potatoes, silent while we cleaned up, and silent while we got ready to bed. Her sleeping bag was close to mine - the tent wasn't that large - but she was throwing off such severe "leave me alone" vibes it might've been miles away. She didn't undress, just took her shoes off then turned on her side away from me and gathered Mister Bear and Bull-bull in her arms.

So I was a little surprised when I awoke to feel a warm body against mine and hot breath on my face. I opened my eyes. Renee loomed above me, illuminated by the gibbous moon shining through the tent's open screens. She was naked. Her eyes were deep in shadow, her large nipples looked black in the moonlight. Her penis rested on my stomach. "Wake up," the eleven-year-old said imperiously. "I want you in my butt."

I came to full alertness immediately. I covered Renee's lovely titties with my hands and she sighed softly as I tweaked her nipples. I cradled them in my palms and felt the nipples erecting. She placed a hand on my boxers, covering my growing erection and then rubbing her palm along the fabric with the confidence of long experience. After a moment she shifted her hand to go inside the fly and I gasped as I felt her cool fingers stroking my shaft and then moving down to cup my balls. I sat up and pulled her close so she was sitting with her thighs astride mine. I bent my head, seeking her lips with mine. They met and she opened her mouth to me, her tongue flicking out to trace my lips and then darting inside. I moved a hand up her bare back into her thick brown hair, twining my fingers and cupping the back of her head as I kissed the child with increasing passion. I stroked my hand down her back again, tracing the gentle knobs of her spine, while my other hand continued to caress her beautiful titties. Her olive skin was dark in the moonlight. She smelled like lavender and mango and bubblegum and she tasted like, well, like Renee.

I gasped as she extracted my cock from my boxers and began to stroke it slowly, brushing small fingers across my cockhead and around the collar before gripping the skin of the shaft. I moved my hand from her breasts down to her stomach. Her abs shivered beneath my touch until I found her penis standing up. I grabbed it, much harder than I would a flesh penis, and pumped up and down, transmitting the motion to her as the harness rubbed against her clit and the peg moved inside her juvenile cunt. Renee moaned softly into my mouth and her hand tightened around my organ. Her other hand brushed through my chest hair, finding a nipple and pinching it hard. "Fuuuck," I murmured, sliding my hand down her back until I reached the soft shelf of her buttocks. I squeezed each cheek in turn then traced fingers down her crack. She shifted forwards to give me access to her tight little asshole. I pressed a finger into her crinkle and then wiggled it around. She grunted softly and the pucker relaxed - after two years of anal sex she had learned a lot of control - allowing my finger to slide easily up to the second knuckle. She was hot and damp inside and she started squeezing my finger rhythmically.

"I'm ready," Renee said. "Fuck my ass now!" She pulled away from me and got onto her elbows and knees with her perfect little olive-colored butt up in the air. I scrambled for the bottle of lube in my backpack and squirted a glob at the top of her ass crack. I rested one hand in the center of her back while with the other I fisted my erection and pushed my cockhead into the glob of lubricating gel to spread it downwards. As soon as I pressed against her sphincter I felt it relax and open. "Now!" Renee repeated. I dug my fingers into the soft skin of her shoulders for leverage and pushed. We groaned together in shared pleasure as my cock burrowed into her back passage. She was hot and tight and rough inside. I slid in slowly but without resistance until my trimmed pubes pressed against the warm flesh of her buttocks. Renee raised her head and moaned softly as I reached full penetration.

I waited a moment, feeling her asshole twitch and clench around my root. Then I trailed my hands from Renee's shoulders down her back, feeling the solid musculature of her trapezius, gently massaging on either side of her spine until I reached her narrow hips. Then I got a solid two-handed grip and with no prelude, started vigorously fucking her eleven-year-old ass. Our thighs slapped together and my balls swung forward with each thrust, bouncing off the underside of Renee's strapon. "Oh, yeaaaah," I sighed. "Renee, I love your ass so much, you're so hot...and tight...what a great fuck you are!"

Renee answered back, pushing words out in rhythm with my thrusting. "Fuck me...fuck my ass...oh fuck...oh shit...I love...your cock...in me...harder...harder!" I did my best to obey, first picking up the speed until her whole body was shaking and she fell forward off her elbows so her shoulders were on the pillow. Her head was turned to the side and I could just make out one hazel eye looking back at me. Then I stopped with only the head of my cock remaining inside and began a series of deep thrusts, shoving in as fast and as deeply as I could, then slowly withdrawing. Renee groaned each time I bottomed out. Gradually I picked up the pace again but then I had to stop as I felt myself climbing to a peak and I wasn't ready to cum yet. Renee's ribcage expanded as she gulped air. I slid a hand up her back, now sheened with sweat and brushed thick, damp brown curls away from her face. My other hand slid underneath, between her harness and her vulva, and sought out her slit. She was very wet, juice collecting on the peg that anchored her penis inside her vagina. I rubbed around it, pressing in until her opening expanded to swallow my fingertip. "Oh FUCK!" she cried as I pushed a finger inside, pressed against the peg. She was so tight my finger immediately started to go numb but not enough to stop me from pumping in and out several times before letting her squeeze me out, then I slid up with thumb and forefinger pressing against her puffy vulva until I found the slippery hot bud of her erected clitoris. I began to squeeze and rub it, feeling her hot juice dribble over my fingers and into my palm.

Renee whimpered and I felt her legs begin to tremble against mine. "Oh shit, oh shit, fuck me, please, fuck me!" I started thrusting into her ass again as I continued to maul her clitoris. She was moaning continuously now and she suddenly pressed herself up with her hands and threw her head back. "oooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!" she cried and her anal passage suddenly clamped down on my penis and then started clenching and releasing as an orgasm swept over the preteen. I held myself still, jaw clamped tight, willing myself not to cum yet as Renee's climax peaked and then slowly ebbed.

The eleven-year-old slowly collapsed back down to rest her head on her pillow, breathing heavily in big gasps. After a moment I slid my hand off of her cunt and leaned forward to grasp both her small breasts in my hands. I squeezed them hard and started thrusting in her tender ass again. "Oh noooo," she whimpered. "Not more, oh no," but at the same time she started shoving her ass back against me. Her knees spread as I lay over her, slowly lowering us both down onto my sleeping bag until she was splay-legged beneath me. I held the weight of my upper body off of her with my elbows and just hunched myself against her. She was fully penetrated and my thrusts just pressed my cock against her harder, pushing me only incrementally deeper into her back passage. That slight amount of friction was all I needed though and I felt myself climbing to the point of no return. "Gonna cum in your ass now, you slutty little girl," I growled. "Are you ready? Ready for my cum?"

"Yes, yes, YES!" Renee cried with each thrust and then "UHH!" I groaned as semen burned up my length and squirted into the eleven-year-old's bowels. "Ahhhhhh," she sighed as she felt the warmth spreading into her.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," I sighed as the last of my cum squirted into the child. I felt the strength leaving me and rather than collapse my adult weight onto her I wrapped my arms around her torso and rolled us over so Renee was lying back to front atop me, my cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. Short for her age if solidy built, she still weighed very lightly on me. I wiped sweat out of my eyes and then ran a hand up and down her torso, fondling her breasts, tracing the bottom of her ribcage as it expanded with her heaving breaths, massaging her firm little sixpack. Her skin was hot and like mine was damp with our exertions. With my other hand I first caressed her cheek and then turned her head so that if I raised mine and twisted my neck our lips could just about meet. I reached behind and punched up the pillow for more support to make it easier and the sounds of sloppy kissing filled the tent. Then I moved my hand down and grabbed Renee's penis. "You have such a nice cock, Renee," I murmured into her mouth. "It's so big and hard. Will you fuck me with your big cock?"

"Oh, yeah I will," the eleven-year-old whispered back into my mouth. "In a minute."

"Yeah, in a minute," I agreed as my penis softened inside her ass.

We kissed a bit longer but the angle was awkward. Renee broke away and the two of us just lay like that, feeling each other's breathing and listening to our hearts pounding. After a bit Renee half sat up and groped for the water bottle I had placed between our pillows. Once her hand found it she sat up the rest of the way and slid down between my thighs, pulling her ass off my limp penis. Some jizz dribbled out of her butt onto my sleeping bag. She opened the bottle and took a drink, then handed it to me and I followed suit. We handed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. The sweat on her olive skin shone in the moonlight. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she swallowed.

"Okay," she said, very businesslike, and placed her hand over my cock. Her palm was warm. She wrapped fingers around it and jacked me a bit. When I showed no immediate signs of life she bent down and sucked the head into her mouth. She grimaced slightly at the taste of her own ass but went to work with lips, tongue, and teeth, working until I started to revive. I closed my eyes and let the sensations of being fellated by an eleven-year-old wash over me, remembering all the times I had fucked that tender ass before and before long I was stiffening in her mouth.

Renee sat up, keeping a grip on my now erect tool and reached for the lube. I grabbed my pillow, raised up, and put it under my backside, then bent my knees back and lifted my feet, exposing my own pucker. Renee transferred her grip to my scrotum, holding it up out of the way as she squeezed lubricant onto me. Then she leaned forward and canted her pelvis a little, angling her penis down until she could press the ridged head against my asshole. I pushed out and tried to relax, and made an involuntary sound deep in my throat as my eleven-year-old lover's cockhead breached me and the blunt spikes and ridges scraped past the muscle ring. I closed my eyes and hummed as Renee pushed and the familiar feeling of fullness peaked with the pleasurable pain of her cockhead hitting my prostate. "Oh, yeah, that's good," I whispered. "Fuck me, Renee, fuck me with your cock!"

My words brought a flare of heat to Renee's eyes and she started a slow, steady in and out motion while at the same time rhythmically squeezing and twisting her fingers around my cock. I felt her other hand close around my scrotum, rolling my testicles across her palm and back. Then she gave them a squeeze, and not a gentle one either. My breath caught and my eyes flew open and I looked up into Renee's round face and saw, not pleasure, but determination. She looked down at me and said, "I want to know stuff," and her voice was flat, all passion gone. "I want to know why you tricked Karen, and why you lied to me."

"I didn't," I started to say but was brought up short by another squeeze on my nuts. I felt the start of that sickening ache that every boy knows.

"It was just you and me," Renee said accusingly, "And we were having fun. Why did you have to bring Karen into it at all? She didn't know about sex."

"She was going to tell on us, remember? And look, all I wanted to do was to play with her a little, too, and that way she'd be part of the secret, and she couldn't tell on us without telling on herself."

"I wish she had told," Renee said, and her eyes were shiny. As I watched a single tear overflowed and ran down her cheek. "If she had told, none of the bad things would ever have happened to her. I never would have done things to her."

"Oh, honey, you didn't do anything bad...ouch!"

"I did!" Renee said viciously. "You tricked me too, you told me Karen was a whore and whores like it when you hurt them, so I hurt her. You made me do it!" She almost spat the last words at me.

I struggled to sit up but Renee had the leverage. She pressed forward and her cock went deep inside me. It hurt but it felt so good. My own penis swelled in her hand. "Renee, your sister IS a whore. She didn't know it, and I didn't know it when I got her to play with us, not at first. And you weren't there at the end. You didn't see how she had a huge orgasm. As soon as I saw that, I knew she was a whore and I knew that if I didn't help her, she'd never be happy."

"She was perfectly happy before you fucked her!"

"That...oh, shit, your cock Renee!" Renee's anger was fueling her to fuck me hard and maybe she meant it to hurt but it felt fantastic. She was pounding my prostate and it felt like her cock was fucking the inside of my cock and she was squeezing me with her hand and...I tried to focus. "That wouldn't have lasted. I tricked her at first but I had to, to show her she was a whore. And then you saw, she couldn't get enough. You remember how she was trying to get sex from you? Do you remember complaining to me about it?" Renee nodded reluctantly. It wasn't easy to spin this fast with a cock in my ass but I was doing my best.

"Maybe I got her started sooner than she would have otherwise, so she got through the hard part more quickly. Once she knew how great fucking felt, and how to find boys to fuck, I knew she'd be alright. And she is alright now. Gaaah!" My eyes rolled back in my head as Renee started fucking me hard and fast.

"You! Made! Me! Hurt! Her!" Renee punched each word with a hard thrust and her eyes flashed with anger in the semidarkness. "You! Let! Moira! Hurt! Her!" She was jerking my cock, squeezing it like she wanted to pinch it off and I couldn't stop myself. As Renee shoved herself deep into my ass one more time, I came.

Semen shot straight up and hit her under the chin. She jerked her head back but all that did was make my next ejaculation paint her from forehead to chin, from breastbone to navel. I groaned in pleasure and pain as my semen fought past the constriction of Renee's squeezing fist and sprayed out to cover her breasts, her belly, her abdomen in diminishing squirts. I was almost crying with the intensity of the sensations.

Renee was crying. Tears mixed with my essence covering her face and made a runny goo that dripped off her chin. She fell forward to lie against me and beat her fists softly against my chest. She was still pushing her cock into me, though with much less strength, just tensing her pelvic muscles and relaxing them, tensing and relaxing until, still crying, I felt shivers sweep through her body and she sighed "oooOOO!" as a small climax shook her. When she had her breath back, she spoke into my chest. "You're not a good person," she said sadly.

I pushed a hand into her thick, tangled hair spread out across her back. I grabbed a handful near the base of her skull and pulled gently until she raised her head to look at me. Her hazel eyes shone in the moonlight and she looked so sad. "You've been thinking about this. You had already decided about me before you got in the car, hadn't you?"

Her answer has almost inaudible. "Yes."

"So you think I'm a bad person but you come to me for sex. And you're going to keep coming back whenever you want a good hard fuck, aren't you? If I'm a bad person, what does that make you?"

Renee looked even sadder. More tears ran over the uneven glaze of semen smeared across her face. "I don't know," she whispered, and dropped her head to my chest. With her penis still in my ass, I held her as she cried herself to sleep.