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story_intro: What began in "Carriane's Chores" continues. And Carrianne still has plenty to keep her preoccupied. The rental agreement with the building super has reached a new level - or perhaps depth. Her mail delivery to Mr. Pollard has left her even juicier for her daily tryst with Bobby. After making another movie with Mr. Crawford, the little girl returns home to an empty apartment. Fortunately, Miss Jones next door won't let her get too lonely.




story_language: English



Carrianne Keeps Busy

Written by madvlad


Note: This is a sequel to Carrianne's Chores, where these characters were introduced. 

	The monthly rent had gone up - or rather, in - by a few inches. Ken Schultz, the building superintendent had informed Carrianne of the increase a few days ago and the seven year-old was adjusting to it. While in the past, she had been able to take him all the way to the back of her mouth, the little girl was now deep-throating like a seasoned porn star (which, in fact, she was although Schultz didn't know about that).

	Like always, Carrianne had been acquiescent about these new demands as her fellatio was used to pay the rent for the apartment she shared with her mother. It had been her mother who had initially set up this payment plan and Schultz knew the mother didn't give a dam how deep he rammed himself into her young daughter's mouth. 

	They still started as they always had - with Carrianne licking and slurping on his meat; her small mouth a playroom for his dick. Then she'd take hold of the base of his member and start bobbing on it; sliding her clamped lips along his shaft while her soft tongue stroked the underside as it moved in her mouth. 

	But now when Schultz new he was getting close to the end, he was shoving his prick into the girl's throat. Unable to breathe, Carrianne would work her lips and tongue even harder, trying to bring him to climax so she could suck in some fresh air as soon as possible. It was a struggle, but Schultz usually managed to last close to a minute before he dumped his splooge down the lower part of the kid's throat and into her belly. 

	Today was one of his better days in terms of maintaining some control. From under her tangle of blonde hair, Carrianne's eyes showed some apprehension as she was getting desperate for oxygen. That look on the child's face while her mouth was working around his stroking cock did it for him and he sprayed his load down her throat and pulled out. 

	The second grader's thin body heaved as she greedily gulped in some air. But she never said of word of complaint as she rose a moment later and left the man's office with the day's payment made.

	As she went to the building's mail boxes, Carrianne rubbed her tummy where Mr. Schultz's semen was still warm. Even before he had starting pushing into her throat, she had always been careful to swallow everything he gave her. She'd be in trouble if she ever left a mess and both her mother and Mr. Schultz had said it was good nutrition. Sometimes, her mother didn't leave very much for Carrianne to eat so the girl took whatever meals she could elsewhere.

	After unlocking one of the boxes, she extracted the contents for one of her neighbors, Mr. Pollard in Apartment 1E. He had been in an accident some years ago and had to use crutches or a wheelchair to get around so she was happy to help him and get his mail. Scanning the top envelope, a bright yellow that featured a grinning man holding a handful of cash, she carefully read the wording, her lips silently mouthing the words as she made them out. 

	"You are already a winner!" she read. 

	That should make Mr. Pollard very happy, she thought as she knocked on his door. 

	Earl Pollard ushered the girl in, noting the junk mail in the yellow envelope as the girl excitedly told him the news about him 'winning". He concealed any sarcasm so as not to dampen her spirit. When he gave her a knowing look, the obedient child slid her pants and panties off to expose her bald cunny.

	She never flinched as he reached for her. Massaging the pliant flesh of the child's mound, he felt a faint stirring in his pants. It would not amount to very much, but his special savings would soon be enough for him to get those pills he wanted from Canada. In the meantime, he pulled his limp member out and tugged on it while focused on Carrianne's naked privates.

	Steadily, the man gently molested the second grader's smooth genitals. With one finger, he rubbed her slit and flicked at the flesh at the top until her clit stiffened. While he continued to massage the chubby rolls of her mons, he slid is finger deeper, wriggling at her entrance as her lubrication started to flow in earnest. 

	Using a slight circular motion, he slowly eased his finger into the little girl's juicy tunnel until he had it buried to the last knuckle. Then he fucked the child with full strokes of his digit, still twisting it and stirring it inside the snug passage. Carrianne fluids were escaping, wetting his hand and making the hairless pussy lips clamped around his finger glisten lewdly. The fingering he was doing today was a different technique than some of his others and he was curious to see how she reacted. When the seven year-old moved her little hips in response to the diddling she was taking, he knew he had struck gold.

	As arousing as it was to make Carrianne cum, Earl also genuinely liked the sweet-natured girl. He had met her mother several times and knew that woman was pretty apathetic at best toward her daughter. That, coupled with the obvious evidence that Carrianne was no virgin, told Earl the kid plenty of bumps in her short life. So giving her a good climax after every mail delivery gratified Earl in that he was at least giving her some dependable happiness. 

	"Ah!" Carrianne grunted as she suddenly dripped the arm of Earl's wheelchair to steady herself.

	Panting between her clenched teeth, she quivered slightly as she came. Earl could also tell from the small, juicy burst in her cunt that the little girl was having an orgasm. When it passed, he pulled his finger out of the girl's wet snatch with a gooey plopping noise. His cock was half hard in his hand and he suddenly wanted to do something more - as much as he could right now.

	"Get your clothes off," he said urgently before tempering his lustful statement with a "please". 

	Carrianne undressed as she was told and stood upright again. When Earl fed her the finger that had been planted in her twat, she sucked her juices clean from it just as he always liked. But now he reached behind her and cupped her ass with one large hand, squeezing her smooth little buns. 

	"Get in my lap," he begged and did what he could to help her until she was straddling his prick with her crotch pressed against it. 

	Cupping her rump, he slid the girl back and forth along his half-stiffened length. Carrianne whined in her throat as her outer lips pulled open so that her sensitized cunny was getting rubbed. Her juices flowed, making a mess in Earl's lap although he didn't care. Whining, she twisted her upper torso, unintentionally teasing the man as her tiny, erect nipples flashed in front of his face as the protruded from her otherwise undeveloped chest. 

	Just as she came a second time, Earl felt his balls releasing. He pulled the girl back enough so that his head was between her hairless folds and his weak ejaculation smeared over her pink inner flesh.

	The pair remained still, recovering and breathing hard. Earl gazed at the milky goo coating the little girl's bald snatch; a mix of his jism and her own fluids. 

	"Carrianne," he said in a low voice. "In about a month I'm going to get some medicine that will help me get very hard. When I can do that, I want to go inside you after I've made you cum and you're all hot and wet in there. Is that something you'd like?"

	Carrianne stared at him, her face just inches from. Feeling flushed from two climaxes, the girl nodded slowly. She knew what it was like to have a hard penis in her underage pussy. Her friend Bobby did that but his was smaller than Mr. Pollard's - even though she had only seen Mr. Pollard's penis when it was half hard at best. But quite a few of Mama's friends had put their penises in there and they were never nearly as nice as Mr. Pollard was. They never tried to make her cum and they were often rough. It would be better with Mr. Pollard because he was such a kind man.

	After cleaning herself with a couple of paper towels (today she was extra messy down there!) and helping Mr. Pollard clean his member, she was ready to go. She had tried to apologize for making such a mess all over Mr. Pollard's pants but he was very nice about it and told her not to worry. Yes, she hoped his medicine would help him put his penis in her because he was a very kind man indeed. 

	After leaving 1E, Carrianne climbed to the fourth floor where Bobby was waiting for her. Her friend was thirteen years old and helped protect her from some of the neighborhood bullies. A skinny little seven year-old might be easy pickings but Bobby, being solidly built, had a way of using his fists to discourage anyone from tormenting the girl. 

	She hugged Bobby (which to her continual amusement made his swarthy face redden) and he listened for a couple of minutes while she told him about her day. Then she lowered her pants and undies and stood on a small step stool Bobby took from a small service closet on this floor, leaning forward against the railing of the landing where they always met. 

	Since Carrianne was basically a good kid - not stuck-up or a whiny baby, Bobby didn't mind a short period of little girl talk. But then it was time for what he really wanted. And how many guys like him had a blonde chick offering up her hot cunt to them? 

	He had gotten laid with a couple of teen girls who liked to hang out with his friends. With them, though, he was always the younger kid and they joked about "taking him to school" when he got between their legs. With Carrianne, he was the big one, the one in charge. But he never teased her nor did anything mean.

	And while he liked any snatch he could get, Bobby always had a secret thrill when feeling Carrianne's little pussy because it was so smooth. With no hair interfering, he could explore every part of her puffy young vulva which felt kind of cute under his fingers. 

	Bobby knew there were two grown-ups in the building who messed with her - Mr. Pollard on the first floor and Mr. Crawford here on the fourth. Mr. Pollard always played around with her and made her cum. Bobby liked that because it made her warm and moist and ready for his dick. He didn't know what Mr. Crawford did but Carrianne mentioned that he gave her toys. As long as she was happy, Bobby didn't care. Mr. Crawford was pretty cool because he didn't give them any hassle after finding Bobby humping the little girl one day. In fact, the man sometimes gave Bobby a few pointers. 

	"Jeez - Old Man Pollard really worked you up today," Bobby exclaimed as he felt Carrianne's oozing slit. 

	Carrianne giggled at Bobby's surprise and was pleased that he liked what Mr. Pollard had done to her. Mr. Pollard was a very nice man, after all.

	She felt the spongy tip of Bobby's prick poking at her cleft as he pushed from behind. His organ was larger than Mr. Pollard's finger so she always had to stretch even more when he entered her. Both youngsters sighed as the teen's cock filled the snug contours of the child's pussy. 

	With his usual zeal, Bobby fucked his seven year-old friend hard and fast. Her soupy cunt hugged his hardness as he plugged her repeatedly. After two helpings of orgasms in Mr. Pollard's apartment, the girl was extra sensitive inside and she was soon whining anxiously as Bobby furiously coupled with her. 

	Usually, Bobby kept his hands on Carrianne's shapeless hips but today, on Mr. Crawford's recommendation, he slid them up her sides and around to the front, covering her chest. When the man had suggested doing this, Bobby didn't think it was a big deal because Carrianne was years away from having any tits. But Mr. Crawford had never given him any bad advice so he did this and worked his fingers over the girl's flatness. 

	Carrianne's nipples quickly regained the stiffness they had had from a short while ago. Bobby was amazed when he felt that reaction from the little girl and pumped his cock in her tiny pussy even harder. When Carrianne gasped and shook, his balls overloaded and he sent his young sperm flooding into the seven year-old's sex.

	"Did I make you cum?" he croaked in wonder.

	"Uh huh," Carrianne replied softly.

	"Yeah!" Bobby whispered in triumph as he withdrew from the girl. 

	Damn, but Mr. Crawford was a fucking genius!

	After Bobby was gone and her clothes were back in place, Carrianne went to Apartment 4G and knocked. Her crotch was very soaked this time but she knew that Mr. Crawford never minded at all.

	"Here's my favorite starlet," the brawny man said as he greeted her with a smile. 

	Carrianne saw the video cameras were set up as usual and noticed some black leather gear with metal fittings on the kitchen table. Mr. Crawford liked to make movies of naked little girls tied up in all kinds of ways. Sometimes he would put stuff in her cunny and use them like Bobby used his penis on her. 

	Other times, Mr. Crawford put his penis in her butt. He had explained that she could stretch better back there and was glad he didn't try to put his big thing in her kitty. Some of Mama's friends had penises as big as his and they always hurt her when they jammed them between her legs. It hurt a little when Mr. Crawford went in and out in her rear, but not as bad and he always gave her a present afterward. The only thing she ever got with Mama's friends was a warning from them and Mama never to tell or she would be in big trouble.

	Lanny Crawford was already as stiff as a railroad spike by the time Carrianne had finished stripping. Bobby had done nice work on her nipples and he tugged on one of the pink stiffies until there was barely enough to fasten an alligator clip to it. Carrianne yipped as it dug into her sensitive nipple but didn't complain otherwise. She understood that sometimes making movies was tough work. 

	After clamping the other nipple, Lanny fastened a ball gag over Carrianne's mouth. Today's video didn't call for any dialogue - few of his did. When he put cuffs on her wrists and attached the chain between them to a hook suspended from a pulley bolted to his ceiling. He started the video cameras and sat in a chair where he pulled Carrianne into his lap with her back to him. Using a cord from the pulley, he pulled it until the girl's arms were high over her head. 

	After applying some sex lube to his dick, Lanny lifted Carrianne enough to allow his member to slide between her tight little buttocks. Pulling her legs open, he could look down from over her shoulder and see Bobby's jism still leaking from her bald, chubby twat. Perfect! Then he pulled her down on his prick. Even with the gag, Carrianne's groans could be heard as he squeezed his hard girth through her small anus. 

	More cum was forced from the little girl's pussy as her ass was penetrated. The cuffed and gagged second grader was helplessly on display before the cameras with her hairless quim leaking obscenely while her ass was stuffed with a hard adult cock. 

	Gripping her by the waist, Lanny pulled and pushed her up and down on his prick, sodomizing her slowly and deeply while she made muffled sounds behind her gag. The child's rectum, now lubricated by the invading cock, wrapped and hugged the member with luscious, greasy friction. For ten minutes, Lanny brought the girl up and down, reaming her seven year-old ass for fun and profit. 

	His climax produced hot jets of jism that stung her sensitive tissues, making her wriggle as her bowels were seeded. Then he put his fingers between her legs and manipulated Carrianne's pussy. With her rectal tube so thoroughly expanded around his cock, he couldn't get a finger inside her, but there was still plenty of kiddy twat exposed for him to finger until Carrianne had her fourth orgasm of the afternoon.

	As she came, her ass clamped and released in a series of quick successions, massaging his prick back to complete erection. Lanny had planned on only doing her once, but he was never one to let a perfectly good hard-on go to waste and he got bonus footage as he anally fucked the second grader for another fifteen minutes. With one load already in her bottom, she was a juicier ride this time, her stretched sphincter making sloppy noises as some of his semen lubed her there. At last, he came in her again, giving the child a very creamy rectum.

	Afterward, he cleaned most of the stuff from Carrianne's rear although she would still drain for a while longer. Then he applied some salve which eased the rawness back there. It was some pretty heavy duty stuff that usually required a prescription but in Lanny's trade, acquiring controlled medication was pretty simple. 

	Earlier that day, Lanny had bought two packages of miniature stuffed animals - the kind used as cheap party favors. One had kittens and the other had puppies. Although he had planned on using them as rewards on two different days, he deiced to give Carrianne both since she had been a good sport about "working overtime". 

	She gushed over her new treasures and wrapped her arms around his waist in thanks. Lanny considered getting a blowjob but she had pretty well wrung his dick out already. With a slight waddle thanks to today's ass work, the little girl left his apartment to return home.

	As she always did after her afternoon chores, Carrianne took a warm bath. Her mother's frequent absences and overall indifference had made Carrianne very self-sufficient for her age. But after she was done and in her pajamas (a mismatched bottom and top from a thrift store), she stood alone in the kitchen with a coldness clawing at her belly. 

	This morning, her mother had told her she was going away with a special friend for a week. Carrianne knew that some men paid her mother to go way with them. She wasn't sure why. Mama was a waitress in a bar and maybe they really liked how she served their food and drinks. 

	Of course, sometimes Mama brought them home and they were very noisy in her bedroom. Sometimes, it woke Carrianne but she didn't mind because it wasn't as bad as when Mama brought men home to do things to Carrianne. Most of them weren't very nice at all like her friends here in the building. Maybe her mother went away with them to do noisy stuff in their bedrooms, but Carrianne wondered why they would want to do that for a whole week.

	Before she left, Carrianne's mother had warned her not to do anything stupid that would get Child Protection involved. Carrianne didn't know what Child Protection was, but the way her mother said it, they must be very mean and scary people. There was plenty bread and peanut butter and jelly and even bologna (a nice treat), so Carrianne could feed herself. Mama had even left some milk for Carrianne to have with her cereal. 

	But the girl was still frightened and lonely to be by herself. She wasn't supposed to tell any of the nice people like Mr. Pollard and Bobby and Mr. Crawford that she was being left alone. Mr. Schultz might know, but he didn't live in the building so she couldn't see him. Besides, he wasn't really a friend - he just collected the rent.

	Then Carrianne heard the door to the apartment next door shut. Miss Jones was home. She was also a nice lady and had never told anyone when Carrianne occasionally went over there if she was alone at night and scared. Miss Jones went to the gym a lot and had lots of strong muscles. Carrianne hoped she could look like her when she grew up. Well, at least the muscles part. Miss Jones was as dark skinned as Carrianne was white, so Carrianne couldn't look just like her.

	Sometimes, Miss Jones had a friend over for a sleepover. The friend had been there the last time Miss Jones let Carrianne stay the night. The friend seemed nice enough, too, but Carrianne didn't want to intrude if they were having a sleepover. She wasn't sure what Miss Jones and her friend did during their sleepovers, but she figured they probably enjoyed some pillow fights and maybe watched a scary movie while they huddled together in bed. But they couldn't do that with a little kid around. 

	Hoping her neighbor didn't have any company; Carrianne went out and knocked on Miss Jones' door.

	Lois Jones grinned when she answered the door and looked down.

	"Hey, neighbor!" she said with a huge grin.

	Carrianne stood in the hall, looking a little nervous and Lois had a good idea as to why. The girl's mother kept all kinds of hours and had even been gone for one or two nights at a time. But Lois had seen the woman leaving earlier today, dressed to the nines and wheeling two suitcases to the elevator. That chick always dressed well - like a high-priced call girl. And her little girl was always wearing third-rate hand-me-downs. 

	On a few occasions, Lois had let the girl stay over, confining her touches to just a hug. The last time Carrianne came, Lois' lover, Sheena, had been staying the night. After the little girl had gone to sleep in the bed they were sharing, they had discussed some salacious ideas about what they'd like to do with this milk-white, blonde cutie.

	"Um, are you having a sleepover with your friend?" Carrianne asked cautiously.

	"Sheena? No, she's got a late shift tonight. Come on in."

	Carrianne looked pathetically grateful until Lois stopped her and fixed a stern expression on her face.

	"Your mother took off for a good long time, hasn't she?" Lois asked. "And don't give me any excuses. Just the truth, little girl."

	Carrianne nodded morosely.

	"How long?"

	"A week," Carrianne sniffled, looking like she was about to cry.

	"Okay," Lois said - more gently this time. "Then you're staying here for that week or even longer until that woman gets back. And any time after that when she's gone for the night. You understand?"

	Carrianne managed a small smile and nodded.

	"Good. Now, have you had dinner?"

	"No, but I can make a sandwich. Mama left me bologna and peanut butter and jelly."

	"Not every night, girl," Lois said with a shake of her head. "I'm not great in the kitchen, but at least you'll have something hot."

	It was nine o'clock when Carrianne was getting into Lois' bed. She felt the sheets, admiring how soft they were. Mama had nice sheets but didn't have enough money to get Carrianne good ones.

	"Oh yeah," Lois agreed. "I like these sheets. They feel so good on the skin. That's why I wear nothing in bed so I can feel them all over."

	Carrianne giggled at the idea of sleeping without pajamas on.

	"Can I try that?" she asked.

	"I thought you'd never ask," Lois murmured.

	As she watched the girl get undressed, Lois eyed her body with interest. A little too skinny, but Lois could put some meat on those bones. Still, her ass looked just fine and her little white pussy was a little plump too - just totally adorable and in need of some wet loving.

	Under the covers, Carrianne cuddled her bare body against Lois' nude form. The woman caressed her all over, making Carrianne feel warm and loved. She did notice that Miss Jones touched her in some places like Mr. Pollard did - like right now as she was cupping and squeezing her crotch with her fingers.

	Then Lois rolled her on her back and kissed her on the lips. The fingers on Carrianne's cunny stroked her more firmly with one digit testing the depths of her slit. 

	"Just relax, little one," Lois breathed in the girl's ear. "Let me show you how to get loved."

	Lois kissed her on the lips and then surprised the girl by slipping her tongue into her mouth. Carrianne lay passively as the woman explored her mouth and fondled her smooth little mound.
Teasing the girl with flicks of her tongue, she enticed Carrianne to push her tongue out until it touched her lips. The woman quickly sucked the child's tongue in her mouth, gently chewing on it while she continued to pull with her lips. It was one of her favorite light dominance games.

	All the while, Lois kept her hands busy. One rubbed the child's chest while the other was playing with the fleshy lips of Carrianne's snatch and manipulating the clitoris. When she finally felt the girl's moisture, she tested the entrance with her finger, carefully inserting it. Lois was not surprised to find no hymen - between some of the creeps Carrianne's mother brought home and God knows what else, she figured the girl had been made to grow up a little before her time in some areas.

	When Carrianne tried to say something, Lois broke the lip lock.

	"I...um...but you're a girl," Carrianne said.

	"Mm hm," Lois acknowledged. "And I just know how to love a girl, too. Don't be scared."

	Carrianne had been more surprised than nervous and she let the woman have her way. When Lois started sucking on her chest, Carrianne moaned softly. Then her moans grew in pitch as Lois' finger filled her twatlet and started twisting and pressing in ways that even Mr. Pollard hadn't done. In the darkness of the bedroom, Carrianne could hear the woman's lips as they tasted her skin and the gooiness of the finger burrowing her in tight cunny. 

	Carrianne felt like she would sink into the mattress from all of the touching and mouthing she was receiving. The signs of an impending climax were just beginning when Lois suddenly stopped. Carrianne was confused - and disappointed as she heard Lois shifting around. Then the woman's hands slipped under her firm little buttocks and clenched them tightly.

	Carrianne could feel the woman's moist breath on her naked cunny for a moment before Lois' lips encased her tiny mons completely and started to suck there.

	"Oh!" Carrianne peeped as she received her first oral loving between her thighs.

	"Mmmm," was Lois's response as she munched on the seven year-old's delectable pussy, her tongue slathering over the hairless labia before diving into the tiny hole to taste the child's nectar. 

	As Carrianne whined and panted, the woman thrust her tongue in and out of the tight cuntlet, orally copulating with the little girl. Lois greedily swallowed Carrianne's nectar, feeling the narrow channel in the girl getting hotter. Then the prepubescent pussy constricted around Lois' tongue and the child's body quivered. More fluid saturated Lois' tongue until Carrianne suddenly relaxed. Lois took her time as she liked Carrianne's crotch clean. When she was done, she slid her face up next to Carrianne's and kissed her.

	"How was that, Sugar Bear?" the woman asked sweetly.

	"Mmmmm," Carrianne answered wearily. 

	Carrianne's orgasm had obviously made her tired and it was past her bedtime. Satisfied with her first taste of little girl meat, Lois kept any further action low key. Pressing a breast against the girl's mouth, she easily got her to suck on it. Carrianne's lips closed around the thick, chocolate nipple and Lois sighed as she moved a hand down to her own moist crotch. With the flavor of Carrianne's pussy in her mouth and the child contentedly suckling on her breast, Lois easily brought herself off to a small but immensely satisfying cum. Sensing what just happened, Carrianne opened her mouth and dropped her head to the pillow.

	"Did I do that good?" she asked.

	"Oh yeah," Lois replied as she slid her fingers through Carrianne's golden locks. "And we'll do lots of other things, but I think it's time for you to go to sleep."

	"Good night," Carrianne murmured before she went silent.

	Lois thought the girl was asleep when Carrianne asked another question.

	"What will happen when your friend comes over for a sleepover?"

	Lois grinned in the darkness.

	"Then we're going to have an Oreo party in bed - black and black with some delicious white creaminess in the middle."

	Carrianne considered this. She liked Oreo cookies and thought they'd be fun in bed. She could hardly wait for that party.
	


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