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The only time you ever stripped off in front of a man was when you fell off your bike and hurt your winkle. It had stopped hurting by the time Mum took you to the doctor and you remember feeling very shy when he looked right into your winkle and said that there was no harm done. When he said "She may be glad of it eventually," Mum had laughed and said, "Not too soon I hope".

The man sitting next to you is a pedophile, not a doctor and he's holding his stiff willy as he watches you, but everything feels kind of spacey as if it's not you, but something on TV. He sits, stroking his willy and waiting, and eventually you pull them down. They get tangled up with your sandals, so you kick them off and stand, totally bare, on the soft carpet. The man reaches over, picks your clothes up and puts them all on the shelf between the seats. "Kneel up on the seat," he says.

You climb up with your knees on the soft cushion and lean forward, holding onto the back. He had tilted it right back, so your bare bottom is sticking up. The car rocks as he climbs over to your side and you feel his warm hands on your bum cheeks. You shut your eyes and let him do whatever he wants.

He slips a hand down between your legs, forcing them apart and then slides it hack up until he is touching your winkle - "He called it a kitty which sounds kinda cute" you think. He takes his hand away for a moment and when he puts it back, it feels wet. He turns his wrist so that there is a finger pressing hard against your kitty making the tingly feeling even stronger and then you feel what must be his thumb pressing on your bum-hole.

You try to jerk away, but he has a firm hold. You open your eyes and look round. He is standing behind you, sort of crouched over and he has his stiff cock in his free hand. "Just relax and it won't hurt," he says. "I've got some special cream that will make you feel real good." The car rocks again as he moves and he takes his hand away. You are oddly disappointed.

He is moving around behind you and then he puts his hand back, only this time it is really slippery so that when he presses his thumb against your bum-hole, it actually slips in before you can stop it. "Oww!" you shout, but it doesn't hurt, it just feels weird.

He starts wiggling his thumb about inside you and tells you to just relax and enjoy it. "That's my bottom," you shout.

He is bending over you and you can feel his breath on your bare back. "Yes little girl, and it's a very cute little bottom," he says and slowly pulls his thumb out. Straight away you feel something else pressing there and it's a few moments before you realise that it is his cock. "Relax," he says again, and his voice sound hoarse. He has a hand on each bum-cheek now, spreading them apart as he pushes his cock against the entrance of your bum-hole. Your instinct is to clench up to keep it out, but then he slaps your bum. "I told you to relax," he says and pushes even harder.

It's a bit like when you do a big poo. It stings at first, then you feel yourself stretch, and then a weird kind of full feeling as his cock slides into your poo hole. You have tears running down your face and you try to wipe them off. He pushes and with only one hand to hold you up, you fall forward onto the seat and he falls on top of you. His willy is still in your bum and he keeps pushing.

Then you feel his willy sort of jumping and there's a feeling of something deep inside like you really need a poo. He stops moving and suddenly you desperately need a wee and try to tell him, but he takes no notice and it comes out all over the seat. He pulls out of your bum, turns and flops down in his seat. "Fuck me girl, dat's de best ass I had in a long time," he says as he gets himself dressed again.

You turn over and realise that you are sitting in a wet patch, so you sit right on the edge as you get your feet into your shorts - your knickers seem to have disappeared. The man gets out of the car, comes round to your side and opens the door. "If'n you tell anyone what we did, they'll call you a slut and a whore and say you must have led me on," he says. "I'll be long gone, so no one will catch me." He almost drags you out of the car and leaves you standing there as he roars off.