Backseat Blues

"You're still in school, right, RC? Gosh, that's so exciting." Even without looking at his face, you can hear the smile in Gary's voice. "Always something new to learn, huh?"

You can barely comprehend what he's saying. Crammed into the backseat next to him, you feel his presence like an oppressive weight. His leg and arm pressing against yours, his body heat, his odor making your nostrils twitch, and now his voice wheedling in your ear. But all of that still isn’t as bad as the heat throbbing between your legs, the heat David put there, somehow. Your stepdad meets your eyes in the rearview mirror, and you can tell he’s smiling, and that smug look makes the heat flare. You press your legs together and can’t suppress a squirm, but you give him your best glare. There is no fucking way I’m going to let this motherfucker see what he’s doing to me.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

You have to distract yourself somehow, so you reluctantly decide to talk to Gary. “Y-yeah, yup. Always learning something. Who doesn’t love an education?” You put a little extra sarcasm in your tone in an attempt to mask how shaky your voice sounds in your ears.

“Ah, but there’s only so much you can learn in school.” Without warning, he places his hand on your thigh and gives it a little squeeze. “Wow, you have such nice legs! You must be into sports. Track, maybe? Or swimming? I bet you love swimming.” He slides his hand up your leg almost into your crotch, still firmly squeezing, and you can’t help but let out a small, high-pitched moan. You hate everything about this, but your body seems to have a mind of its own. This fucking prick.

David looks at you in the mirror again, that smug grin still on his face “What’s up, RC? Everything alright back there? Need me to pull over?” The mocking tone of his voice hardens the glare on your face even as it turns your insides to mush.

Shut the fuck up David the only thing I need you to pull over for is so I can beat all your asses. “N-naw, David. I’m f-fine. Just a little… a little cramped back here, is all.”

David just chuckles and looks back at the road, nodding along to another of Brian’s longwinded stories. Gary immediately springs into action. “Oh! You’re not comfortable? Here, let me help, I actually took some massage therapy classes in community college.” He moves his body over you like a viscous slime, the hand on your lap moving up and around your shoulders, only to be replaced by his other hand pressing even closer to your crotch. “Here, I can relax those muscles, that should help.”

“Hey, no, that’s… ahhh…” His hands start moving, fingers pressing into your pliant flesh, working the muscles in your leg, your shoulder, your chest. David’s eyes twinkle in the rearview. You’re determined not to show him what you’re feeling but it’s taking every ounce of willpower not to release a pathetic moan. Jesus, what the fuck is this guy doing with his hands? Did he really go to school for this?

Gary leans in close to your ear, you can feel and smell his breath washing over your face. “Oh it seems this is helping, isn’t it?” His voice is low, too low for the men in the front to hear him “But you’re so warm down here, are you alright?” He’s brazenly pressing his hand into your crotch now, moving his fingers firmly expertly over your sensitive parts. “Here, let’s cool you down a bit.”

WHAT THE FUCK?! You bite your tongue to keep from screaming as Gary expertly undoes your fly and reaches inside to touch your damp panties. “Mnnh!” Just a brush of his fingers against your pussy through the wet fabric sets off fireworks inside you. Every part of your body feels so hot, so sensitive, the burning desire building inside you straining for release. You remember the last time you came, just last night, desperately frigging yourself in your bed with David standing over you. Looking up into the rearview, you meet his eyes again just as Gary slips his fingers around the side of your panties and touches you directly. No. No no fuck no I am not going to let him see me come again. Not like this. Fuck him and fuck Gary and fuck this whole bullshit camping trip.

Despite your **** internal rebellion, your body shudders and twitches as Gary’s fingers play over your slick lips and swollen clit. His breath in your ear again. “Oh, RC, my goodness, what is this? You seem so pent up, no wonder you’re in distress. Shh shh shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” He moves his hand from your shoulder up to your cheek, stroking it, his voice soft and sickly sweet. “There there, I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, oh you sweet little thing, it’ll be all better soon.”

You try to lean away from him, at least get away from his breath, his voice, his hand stroking your face. Leaning your head against the cool window, you try to distract yourself with the scenery outside, lose yourself in the breathtaking mountain vistas. But Gary’s playing with your pussy like it’s his favorite toy, and you can’t help falling further and further into the hateful ecstasy. Even biting your lip can’t keep the moans entirely contained.

Is this what you’re in for the whole weekend? It feels like forever you’ve been trapped in this truck, surrounded by grown men who treat you with indifference at best and like a plaything at worst. As Gary’s fingers sink inside your entrance, your mind tries to escape the present moment, only to be trapped in the possibilities of what’s going to happen to you when you finally reach your destination.

You don’t know anything about Brian, but his jocular demeanor seems to be hiding something colder underneath, and you’ve caught yourself staring at his impressive arms more than once. Gary has been a nightmare, creeping you out even before subjecting you to his touch, and now he’s got you trapped in his slimy grasp. And David, your stepdad, that motherfucker. He’s already spanked me, fucked my face, perved on me while I was getting off, put his hands around my throat… that last thought sends a fresh spasm of pleasure through your shuddering body. What else is he capable of?

What the fuck is going to happen to me this weekend?

Your pussy clenches around Gary’s fingers and you squeeze your eyes shut. The inevitability of your fate releases something inside you, like your body is surrendering to the sensations Gary is forcing on you. In spite of your grim determination to hide what’s happening from David, you know your body is betraying you. You’re not going to be able to hold it in once the onrushing climax finally hits you. Oh fuck he’s moving his “Mnh!” Ah shit ah shit and now his thumb is brushing against my “Anh!” I can’t hold it I can’t I can’t I’m gonna come I’m gonna fucking come oh FUCK!

Just before you get there, just before you wet your pants and release the most shameful orgasmic moan of your life, the truck stops, the engine turns off, and Gary quickly peels himself off of you. Your eyes shoot open, breaths coming short as you fumble to redo your fly before David comes around and opens your door.

“Here we are, Cola! My secret fishing spot. Hey, you alright?” He reaches up to grab your hand and pull you out of the truck. “You look a little carsick.”

You look up at your stepdad, into his smug grin and twinkling blue eyes, and you can’t help but lean against him in relief. In spite of everything he’s done, you feel a rush of gratitude for rescuing you from utter humiliation at Gary’s hands. His warm, solid body feels like a sanctuary after the oppressive sliminess of Gary. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m alright, David.”

Hesitating, your stepdad puts an arm around your shoulder and gives you a little pat. “Well, alright then. Now no time to waste, we gotta set up camp!” He steps away from you and starts grabbing gear out of the back of the truck.

You look over, seeing Gary and Brian standing together, watching you. Gary holds two fingers up to his nose and inhales deeply, then offers his fingers to Brian, who takes an even deeper whiff. They both smile at you, showing teeth, and you feel your knees get weak. Looking over to David, you see him glance at you with that twinkle in his eyes, and your knees get weaker, the unreached climax still throbbing in your core.

I am so fucked.