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story_codes: M/g(11), ggg, first

story_intro: Geri is glad that her parents finally relented in letting her take the train home from school by herself now that she's n the sixth grade. And there's a man on the train who's been watching her and is even gladder she's riding alone. What follows is a week-long build-up in taking the confused but aroused young girl, followed by something wonderfully unexpected.

story_language: English





Encounter on The 1411

Written by madvlad


MONDAY

	As the doors slid open, Geri joined the inrush of people boarding the subway car. Wriggling between the larger bodies, she worked her way to the corner where there were fewer people standing. The seats were full, as they often were by the time she got on, but it wasn't as crowded since she was away from the doors where others gathered in preparation for exiting at the next stop. And the back of the car had handrails mounted on the wall that she could reach, unlike the overhead ones.

	Two very large men in suits closed ranks in front of her which further kept the girl from the rest of the crowd. Geri couldn't be sure, but it always seemed like the same group of men were seated in that corner and the same pair remained standing, allowing her through before blocking her off from the rest of the car.

	As the subway train sped into the darkened tunnel, Geri checked her faint reflection in the windows. She regarded her long, light brown hair and considered doing something different with it; something more sophisticated. After all, she was now in middle school. 

	Her transition to the sixth grade meant she was going to St. Beatrice's, a catholic school farther away from home. Geri insisted that she was perfectly capable of taking the subway on her own as she was now eleven. Her parents weren't so sure, but after several overly long (in Geri's opinion) conversations with parents of other kids who attended the private school, they agreed.

	Geri stayed late after school for extracurricular activities, which mean she usually caught the subway at the beginning of rush hour. But this was more of a reassurance to her parents since their young daughter would be with a crowd of adults instead being alone in with one or two others who might have bad intentions. And the 1411 train was a direct route from the school to their home, so Geri wouldn't be stuck with strangers in an extra station where anything might happen if the trains were off schedule.

	Geri grumbled at her parents' overprotective attitudes. She wasn't a little girl, anymore. Geri knew that with pride as she glanced at her chest. Blossoming early above the waist, she arguably had the biggest breasts in her class. Since they had to shower after physical education, there was no denying it.

	At an age when girls were beginning to experience some body changes, they often checked on their friends and peers, comparing themselves (often with despair) with the development of the others. As far as Geri could tell, no one that she knew had begun to grow any hair between their legs. Apparently that was something that they probably wouldn't see for another year or two. 

	So it was in the mammary department that comparisons were made. And the girls of Geri's age ranged from boyishly flat chests to swollen nipples to puffy buds and the firm pair that Geri sported that were the size of small apples. They stood out firmly and proudly on Geri's lithe figure. The only one who came close was Monica Dresden (whom Geri had to admit might be as big as she was). But that wasn't bad since she and Monica were part of a close trio of friends. The third girl, Jessica Bynum, still had her chest at the starting gate.

	Earlier that day, when the girls were in the shower room, some of the others had begun a playful debate as to who had the larger tits - Geri or Monica. Both girls in question remained silent, each proud of her own little rack. But then several girls pushed Geri and Monica together, boobs-to-boobs, to compare them. It was all done in fun, but at the moment their nipples compacted against each other, something electric flashed between Geri and Monica.

	Geri could tell by Monica's eyes that her friend at felt it too. It was so unexpected and it only lasted for a second before the two stepped back away and joined in the laughter. But for Geri, there was no denying how it felt to have another girl's smooth young breasts pressing against her own very sensitive ones.

	Later in class, Geri caught herself daydreaming about what it would be like to stay pressed against Monica for a long time like that. She loved to play with her own breasts and secretly enjoyed the wicked little stirrings it produced in her loins. What would it feel like if Monica's hands were on her while she explored her friend's growing titties? Without even touching herself, the stirring had returned as she thought about Monica. 

	Geri wondered if that meant she was a lesbian. She didn't know much about that kind of stuff, but she didn't think she was. After all, she had already experienced several crushes on young male pop stars. But another girl would know just how to touch her right and that was okay since they would just be fooling around. And what if Monica kissed her...

	Geri's glazed eyes snapped back into focus as the train car took a slight jolt. She had completely let her mind wander on the train and found her hand brushing from side to side across the front of her skirt. Snatching her hand back to her side, Geri looked around and didn't see any of the men around her staring. For the rest of the ride, she squeezed her thighs and shifted them back and forth, prolonging the delicious sensations in her quim. She could feel some dampness there - that had happened once before when she had given her breasts a lengthy massage in bed. 

	Through the window, she noticed the familiar landmarks of the station near her home. Murmuring some "excuse me's", she sidled between the two large men in front of her and got off the train, relieved that no one had noticed what she had been doing.

	She was wrong.

	Randall had been watching the girl for the last three weeks, wondering if she might be ready. Her little titties were barely noticeable beneath her white blouse and navy blue school blazer, but he thought she might be ripe enough to pick. Today confirmed it as she absent-mindedly played with herself for a couple of hot minutes. And then she had rubbed her thighs back and forth, giving Randall a show as her slim legs worked beneath her blue and green plaid skirt. Oh yeah, she was prime for the harvest.

	Those who barely knew him didn't know if Randall was his first or last name. But they knew enough not to ask. Randall was the kind of guy who took care of "certain things" and answering questions - no matter how minor - was not in his repertoire. 

	As most of his work took place at night, Randall liked to spend his afternoons hunting "tweeners" - the older preteens who were on their way home from school. As he let his crew indulge themselves in their vices, they had no problem accompanying their boss on his ventures. And Randall was very generous in the occasions where he enticed a girl to go someplace private, letting everyone share in a tender piece of fuck-meat. The best thing was that he could make the girl want it.

	Most of Randall's hunting was done with the digital spy cameras secreted in fake buttons or his wristwatch. It was amazing some of the shots he could get; catching some new titty flesh from above as he looked down beneath a carelessly loose shirt. Or maybe he got some smooth young thighs, perhaps with a bit of panties. 

	Last year, there had been a girl of ten (he found out her age while he was introducing her tight virgin ass to his cock) who had sat in the same seat that faced sideways for weeks with her legs spread enough for him to catch plenty of crotch pictures. The little minx didn't know that she was displaying. But she was apparently outgrowing her panties as they were always quite tight, showing Randall that outline of her cunny lips. They had looked quite juicy and lived up to their advertising when her panties came off in that warehouse. That had been one hell of a time for Randall and his guys and he still got hard every time he though of that little girl walking out of the warehouse, unsteady in her gait after taking so much meat in all three holes. 

	And now he had a new target and came up with a plan with his guys. They had been sitting all round her, with Chuck and Bruno standing up front. Those two were the kind of guys who made people look the other way. And Randall bet he could take this new kid right there in the subway car in the middle of rush hour. A couple of his crew questioned that until Randall pointed out that people tended to keep to themselves on the subway, focusing on other things if not distracted by a magazine or absorbed in whatever was pouring through the thin wires to their ear buds. 

	
TUESDAY

	A man was standing in the back of the car where she usually stood to hold the handrail, so Geri stood one row forward, holding a handle on the corner of a seatback. With Geri standing further forward, she felt a man's clothed knee on the back of one bare leg - it was the man who always sat in the back. She took a half step away to break the contact. But as the trip went on, the large men in front of her shuffled back and another man walked back and stood beside her, making Geri step back toward the seated man. Now the man with his knee against her leg bounced his heel rubbing his knee against the girl's leg.

	Geri's heart was pounding beneath her new breasts as somehow she knew this was deliberate. As the man's knee moved up, it slid over her skirt, preventing some embarrassment. But then she felt a jerk as her skirt was pulled back a little and the man's knee was now under her skirt. Geri was mortified, but had no place to go and lacked the nerve to turn and face the man.

	Randall picked his foot off the floor, allowing him to bring his knee up farther, pushing the schoolgirl's skirt up until he reached the panty-wrapped curve of her rump. He slid up and down like that a few times before keeping his knee against Geri's buttock, pressing and moving it in small circles. He could see the girl's ear turn red as her blush spread but knew she would never look back. As her stop approached, he dropped his knee away, letting her skirt fall back into place. Without looking back, she rushed through as Bruno and Chuck stepped apart to allow her a space.

	Geri didn't even realize she was panting until the train pulled away. A man had been touching her right on the butt! It was scary, but kind of exciting. She paused to clear her head, trying to put her dazed recollections in order. Maybe it wasn't as weird as she remembered and she was overreacting to contact on a crowded subway card. 

	Satisfied that this was what it had really been, Geri began to walk again. It was then that she noticed the moistness in her crotch.

	
WEDNESDAY

	Geri thought it best to avoid a repeat of the situation, although she couldn't shake the underlying sense of wicked excitement yesterday had brought. At first, she tried a different car, but the ones further in front were always packed, which is why she rode the last car on other days. Today was no different and she sucked in a breath as she darted onto her usual car just as the doors were closing

	Climbing in, she steered clear of the back. But as the group of passengers shifted for some reason, Geri found herself moving toward the back. Then she noticed the two large men who always seemed to be blocking her in front moving back too, as if they were herding her to the corner. The usual men were all seated in the back. Although none looked at her, Geri couldn't shake the sense that they were all together. The man in the last seat closest to the aisle was holding a newspaper up and she couldn't see his face. The same other man was standing against the back of the car, so Geri was forced to take the same place as yesterday. 

	She stood facing forward, trying to remain calm when she heard the rustle of a newspaper behind her being folded and set down. Anticipating the knee again, Geri jerked when she felt the man's hand on her lower thigh. She looked around, trying to see anyone further up the car who might notice her situation, but it seemed that these cold-faced men in suits were everywhere, creating a private space in the rear of the car. 

	Randall savored the silky feel of the little girl's leg, so warm and firm and trembling slightly beneath his touch. Reaching with his other hand, he felt the other girl's leg and slid both hands up the sides and over her panties. The cotton was so thin he could feel the preteen's body heat radiating through them. Holding her hips, he tugged, making Geri stumble a step backward and closer to him.

	"The better to touch you with, my dear," he thought as he massaged her slightly curved hips.

	Then he freely explored her thighs, her skirt offering no protection as he felt every inch of her limbs from all sides. Saving the backs of her legs for last, Randall slid his hands up, gripping the spongy balls of the child's ass and squeezing them hard. With his tight hand, he eased a finger under the elastic of a leg band, teasing her as he moved just under the band, tracing the softer flesh at the top of her thigh and the lower arc of her ass cheek.

	With the girl suitably distracted, he turned his other hand sideways and slid it between her legs, pressing the edge of his index finger against the swell of her mons through the scanty cotton shield of her underwear. This pair was a little loose in the crotch, but as Randall shifted his hand and used his fingertip on her, he could feel the distinctive fleshy roll of her labia. 

	Wriggling his hand, he made Geri spread her legs a little more, allowing him better access to her covered cunny while she made small whimpering noises in her throat. He followed her cleft up to the top, jiggling his finger into the dimple at the top and feeling the reward as the eleven year-old's clitty stiffened and poked back in response. As he continued, using all of his fingers on her prepubescent mound, he felt something else. 

	Geri could no longer deny that she was being molested. The man's hand on her butt was proof enough, but what he was doing to her vagina was...oh, it was so different. It was wrong, but she knew he wouldn't stop if even if she had summoned the courage to turn and face him. And although she was scared, she really didn't want him to stop. 

	But the stirrings inside where he was touching her were so fierce now. The dampness she had experienced before was now a stream and threatening to become a flood. She hoped he would notice, but it became obvious that he did - and he seemed to like it.

	Now he rubbed her harder, pushing her panties into her crack to sop up her mysterious liquid. She could hear and feel her wet undies squishing as they molded to her private flesh and were rubbed against her. She was getting very hot down there, like she was blushing inside. And she was quivering and tightening in her, the cycles growing larger and closer until they crashed together and her hold body seemed like it was shaking on the inside. 

	Tidal waves of - something - rolled out from the place between her legs. Geri couldn't think, only opened her mouth and gave a series of wheezing grunts as she came. Her legs failed her and suddenly there were several pairs of hands letting her kneel slowly onto the floor. As Geri regained her wits, she realized she had just done that thing a girl in the eighth grade had told her about - having an orgasm. The girl claimed to have done "IT" - had full sex. Geri didn't know if that was true, but the older girl had described an orgasm dead-on.

	The train stopped and people got off. Around her, the men all did the same. It wasn't until after the train started again that Geri realized she was well past her stop. She stood up slowly in the nearly empty car and took a seat. At the next station, she could get off and wait for the train going the opposite direction. She blushed as she felt the wetness in her panties escaping onto her thighs and trailing down to her rear. 

	
THURSDAY

	Geri didn't try for another spot, instead proceeding to her usual place in the last car, her stomach flipping as she wondered what the man had in store for her. To her surprise, the seat directly in front of him was empty, despite several of the men standing around. Slowly, she sat there, ready to get up if told to do so.

	The train took off and she sat untouched for several minutes. Then the man's arm came over her shoulder as he calmly unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse. He slid his hand inside, fingering her cotton brassiere before capturing and squeezing each breast one at a time. The cups of Geri's small bra were merely cotton as there wasn't a lot of reinforcement needed to keep her budding boobies in place. She wondered if the man knew how her nipples could get hard and had that question answered as his probing fingers found her tiny stiffies with naughty pinches.

	She swallowed hard as the fondling of her young breasts grew more forceful, but never rough. The man's breath was hot and loud in her ear as he played with her. When his other arm came over her other shoulder, she though for some same reason he was going to touch her belly. But his target was lower. He pulled up the front of her skirt, pressing the hem into one of Geri's hand with the implicit understanding that she would hold it up.

	Geri's cunny pressed against the plain white cotton of her panties, now exposed to her eyes and his. His fingers went right to work, prodding and rubbing her in all the right ways. Geri squirmed in her seat as her breasts and pussy were deliciously mauled by this stranger. As the lustful fever grew inside, she found herself wishing he would reach inside of her underwear, but he limited himself to barely slipping under the edges. She didn't know it, but it was Randall's way ratcheting up a girl's need for further action.

	In Geri's crotch, the fabric of her panties was so soaked that she might as well have been naked. Her hairless cunt was plainly visible through the thin wet material as he manipulated it. Reacting to a vigorous rubdown, the girl's clit poked against her panties, making Geri suck in a sharp breath when the man pulled the sopping sloth across its tip. Her orgasm was even more crushing this time, leading the man to pull his hand from inside her shirt to hold over her mouth in case she was louder. As she calmed after her climax, the man took his hand away and replaced it with his other hand, grazing her lips with his finger. Geri noticed a peculiar fragrance and realized that she was smelling her own sex. 

	Her mouth parted in surprise and the man pushed a finger inside. She didn't resist, reflexively sucking her nectar from his finger. Then he repeated this with each finger on his hand, ending with his thumb. As she sucked this thumb, the man moved it in and out of her mouth in a particular way that the eleven year-old virgin didn't recognize as simulated copulation. 

	The hiss and squeal of the train's brakes sounded and the man took his hand away. As he stood, he stuffed something flat into one cup of Geri's bra. After the men left, she realized she had long missed her station once again and would have to change trains at next stop. Carefully fishing the item from her bra, she saw it was a square of folded paper. Checking to see that the few remaining passengers were ignoring her, Geri re-buttoned her blouse and read the note.

	It read, "Tomorrow - no bra and panties."

	
FRIDAY

	Geri's eyes darted back and forth, worried that someone would notice her lack of underwear. Following the note's instructions, she had removed her bra and panties in a restroom at school before walking toward the station. Admittedly, she liked how her titties bounced a little as she walked, but she was paranoid that a wind would blow her skirt up. Even still, the fresh air as she went from school to the station seemed to tickle her cuntlet beneath the skirt.

	As the train approached, Geri looked down at her belly, afraid that the tumbling she was feeling inside might show. The doors opened and Geri boarded, wondering what it would feel like to have hands roaming the nakedness in her private places. Once again, the two largest of the big, silent men formed a wall as she passed to the rear of the car. 

	Something had changed. The seat where the man sat was removed and he was standing in the empty space with his face hidden in a newspaper as usual. Unsure of what to do, Geri stood in her usual spot since another man was sitting where she had yesterday. Her pulse quickened as the train pulled away from the station and she heard the newspaper rustle behind her.

	Once again, the man began undoing her blouse's buttons. But instead of stopping at the top three, he unfastened them all, pulling her blouse from her skirt and letting it hang open. Geri squeaked uncomfortably as her little breasts were laid bare. But all she could see were the same men arranged in seats and in the aisle so that none of the other passengers could see her. The ones seated by the windows in the back sat and an angle, their bulk blocking the windows enough so that no one could see in from the outside at a station. And that also gave them a good view of Geri's next adventure.

	The man's hands swirled over her flat tummy before moving up and closing over her firm young boobies. Geri sighed as he caressed and squeezed them; her nipples hardening and poking into his palms. He shifted his hands, catching her nipples between his fingers. Then he pulled on them, making them even harder and arousing Geri as he pinched her sensitive flesh with just enough pressure to make the mild pain quite delicious.

	With one hand still playing with the youngster's tits, Randall slid the other down and pulled up her skirt. Like the day before, he pressed it into the girl's hand, making her hold her skirt up so they could both watch her cunny being molested. When he reached her bald mons and wriggled a finger into the cleft, she was already wet. 

	The eleven year-old stood still on the speeding train, breathing deeply as her vagina was fingered almost to the point of climax. Her juices were quite warm as they trailed down her inner thighs, adding more to her feeling of complete exposure in public. This was just how Randall wanted her when he lifted her up and draped her face down over the seatback. His man sitting there had just gotten up to let his boss use the girl there.

	Having unzipped his fly, Randall brought his erection into place between the smooth, glistening labia of the child's quim. Her slit was tight where the outer flesh was pressed together, but it opened softly as he dug his prick head into her mound until he reached the modest portal to her sex. Reaching forward, he took the schoolgirl's small breasts in his hands, massaging them briefly before lunging forward. Her hymen offered a moment of resistance before bursting apart and offering the preteen's virgin tunnel for his pleasure. 

	Geri was a little uncomfortable with how the edge of the seatback dug into her belly but, oh, how fantastic those hands were on her tits. Something else was touching her cunny and the youngster quickly figured out what it must be. He was going to do "It" to her! She wasn't sure what to do as her vulva seemed to open up of its own accord. Then the man was pressing harder and she was starting to hurt where she was stretching. 

	The other man who had gotten out of his seat clamped his hand over her mouth and then her man suddenly pushed harder. Geri cried into the hand as her cherry burst. The thing - the man's penis - was huge as it forced her pussy open, her tissues flexing as the unfathomable pressure of an adult cock bored into her young body. She was burning on the inside from sting of her deflowering and the heavy heat of the prick wedging her cuntlet apart.

	She could do nothing to stop him as he went in deeper and deeper. Geri imagined the man's endless length coming up from her belly and out of her mouth, but at last he reached some other barrier in her sex that made him stop. He pulled out and pushed in again, making Geri grunt sharply into the other man's hand. The process repeated, with Geri feeling the wetness inside her squelching and frothing as her little pussy was initiated. Amid the shock of her penetration, those swirling feelings returned to her loins.

	Randall could feel it as the girl's pussy began to lubricate again. The added heat and the subtle change in the firmness of her inflamed sex signaled her resumed arousal. He pumped furiously in and out of the preteen's cunny, determined to make her remember every thrust from her first time. Despite being skewered on his cock, she writhed; her buttock's jiggling a little as she came. Then she went limp, utterly spent while Randall continued to plow into the sultry clinginess of the schoolgirl's pussy. The vibration and rocking of the train enhanced his ride through Geri's snug tunnel until he was ready to blow.

	In the forward area of a car, three college students were discussing plans for the weekend while a middle-aged financial manager wondered how soon his job would bury him with a coronary. As the young man standing next to her rocking his head to the beat of his iPod, a woman saddled with shopping bags was trying to plan how she could stretch her budget to afford her daughter's braces. Working back through the car, a social worker stared at her shoes, trying to stuff the hopeless cases from today in the back of her head so she could greet her lover with something of a smile. She never heard the chuckles of the off-duty firefighter next to her as he read an article in a men's magazine. 

	And none of them looked farther back at the seemingly random collection of tough-looking guys in suits. If they had, none of them would have seen behind them where an eleven year-old school girl in their midst was getting her still-developing womb filled with sperm.

	Each jet of semen made Geri jerk as her body was flooded with the stuff. After cumming, she had stayed unmoving, too weary to do anything as the hardness drove in and out between her legs, leaving her cunny feeling like it was ten times larger than it was. She was surprised at the copious amounts of jism that filled her, only having had a basic sex-ed description of the process. When the man pulled out, she could feel the fluids emptying as if everything inside of her had liquefied and was draining away.

	Randall dabbed at the little girl's nicely fucked cuntlet with a handkerchief, getting most of her virgin blood mopped away. He folded the linen cloth and sealed it in a plastic bag - another trophy for his collection. Looking down, he regarded the other fuck juices - both hers and his - that were dribbling from her messy crotch to her legs. She could keep that as a souvenir for herself. 

	He nodded a silent thanks to his men for their blockading assistance. Already, he had some vacant office space rented under a false name near the girl's usual train stop. Soon, his men would get to enjoy themselves with this new toy. He chuckled as he remembered all of the other ones; young schoolgirls who thought they had learned everything about sex after getting their cherries popped. They all found they had much more to learn after Randall and his men took them to a more private area. After all, there was only so much that could be safely done on a train. And although they might be shocked and sore from their continuing lessons, they never struggled when they were brought back again and again.

	Two of his men handled Geri, pulling her off of the seatback and laying her down sideways across the entire seat. The girl stared back with glassy eyes as the men exited at their stop.

	Dully, Geri realized she would have to make another train switch to get back home. But first, she thought, she had better get herself re-dressed. 

	As the train pulled away from the station, a man on the platform who was looking forward to getting home and logging onto some child modeling sites did a double-take as he caught a glimpse of something.

	He stood in disbelief, trying to process what he saw on the now-departed train. Maybe it was his horny imagination, but he could have sworn he saw a little girl with her shirt open and her sprouting titties bare. And her skirt was pushed up, showing a hairless cuntlet all glistening and yawning open as if after a good hard fuck. Shaking his head, he hurried home to his computer.

	
SATURDAY

	They had a sleepover at Monica's - Geri, Jessica, and Monica. Both Geri and Monica were keen to reply the titty-mashing they had experienced all too briefly earlier in the week. They had approached this in a roundabout way but eventually were kneeling, facing each other and touching nipples-to-nipples. It led to them using their hands on each other, unable to contain the purring sounds they made. 

	Jessica pouted, feeling very left out. Geri and Monica, not wanting to hurt their friend (and each more than a little horny after feeling each other and getting felt up in return) offered up a game for all of them to play. All three girls were stripped to their panties and Jessica moved closer, very curious but a little timid about testing her friends' boobs. But she quickly go the hang of it, taking one of Geri's and one of Monica's at the same time while they murmured their approval at her strokes. 

	As a kindness, Monica and Geri each played with one of Jessica's undeveloped nipples. All three girls were quite delighted at how Jessica's nipples sprang to life. Jessica begged them to keep it up, squeezing her legs together as the other girls' fingers on her chest made her cunny itch. Judging from their friend's reaction, Geri and Monica assured her that her tits must obviously be ready to start growing any time now.

	It was Jessica, feeling emboldened by all of the titty play, who suggested something new. Her cousin, just a year older, had taught her this.

	"Gail says it's called 'Boyfriend/Girlfriend'," she explained. "It's a way for girls to learn how to kiss by pretending one of them is a boy."

	"Did you ever use your tongues?" Monica asked breathlessly.

	"Yup. And the boy lies on top of the girl and they rub, um, their panties together while they're kissing." Jessica looked down at her chest and shrugged. "I guess I'll be the boy."

	"I bet Sister Margot at school wouldn't approve," Geri said with a laugh.

	"I bet she might if she could watch," Monica shot back, making them all laugh.

	Monica insisted on being first, lying on her bed as Jessica climbed on top of her. The kisses started with light lip touches that progress to longer contact. When Jessica introduced her tongue into Monica's mouth, Monica responded with her darting tongue. By the time the two preteens had their tongues constantly swirling around each other, Jessica was driving her hips down, instinctively rubbing her cunny bulge against Monica's accepting crotch. Monica thrust her hips up and the two continued until Geri pleaded for her turn.

	To the other two's surprise, Geri stripped off her panties. She knew how much better a naked touch was and boldly spread her legs for Jessica. Jessica was unsure about this until Monica grabbed her from behind and pulled her panties to her knees. All three girls laughed and Jessica stripped her underpants completely and lay on top of Geri. Both girls quivered as their bald pussies made contact. 

	When Jessica ducked her head to kiss her, Geri was ready with an open mouth. Monica pulled her panties off and began to massage her hairless quim as she watched Jessica's taut bum humping as she simulated intercourse with Geri. Soon, both of them were wet and Monica could tell from the juicy sounds their cuntlets made as they rubbed. Her own snatch was getting a little bubbly too.

	"Hey, Monica is masturbating," Jessica giggled as she broke the kiss.

	"I wish I was better at it," Monica confessed.

	The three of them had discussed this phenomenon of self-pleasure before, even going as far as fingering themselves while keeping covered under blankets. But tonight, it seemed that all inhibitions were lost. Geri eyed Monica's technique, comparing it with how the man had done her on the train.

	"I know how to do it and cum," she announced.

	"No way!" Jessica breathed.

	Geri proved herself right, kneeling with her legs spread while she showed them how to press, rub, and tweak in certain areas. She figured she could also get her finger inside, but she didn't want to spill the beans yet that she had done "It".

	To their surprise and excitement, both Jessica and Monica eventually brought themselves to climax. With Monica's parents well into their slumber, the aroused preteens spent the night with their hands busy on their soupy cunts or playing Boyfriend/Girlfriend. At one point, Jessica was driving hard on top of Geri with both girls feeling themselves building toward another orgasm. On instinct, Geri locked her legs around Jessica's waist, bumping her hips up while Jessica slammed down. Both girls came together and Monica, who was feverishly clenching her cuntlet, followed them quickly. 

	"Oh my God," Monica panted as she gazed at her dripping fingers. "Where did you learn how to do...this stuff, Geri?"

	Geri thought for a moment, unable to describe her afternoon train commute from the past week.

	"I'll tell you what," she said with a devilish grin. "Ask your parents if you can come to my house after school on Monday."

	
SUNDAY

	Randall looked at the rented office area with satisfaction. After conducting some money-making business Friday night that involved off-loading some undocumented cargo from a Panamanian ship, his guys were taking a well-deserved break. 

	Randall walked around one more time. The video equipment was set up and there were plenty of "toys" available near the king-sized bed. There was also another bed in case somewhere down the road, they could get their little sweetheart to bring a friend along. After all, there was plenty of dick to go around - way more for even two little things.

	
MONDAY

	Geri was wearing her bra and panties, not wanting to freak out her friends. They followed her to the last car on the train and squeezed through the adults toward the back of the car. Two huge men were blocking the aisle.

	Bruno and Chuck shared a quick look and grinned as they looked back at Geri. It was an unusual thing to see on their beefy, grim faces. But they parted just enough to let them through with Bruno making a sweeping motion with his hand to usher the trio by. The newspaper being held high in the rear seat lowered to reveal a pair of eyes that widened as they registered the two other schoolgirls with Geri. 

	Randall checked out the new meat with Geri. The one on the left with the dark hair and round face had tits about the same size as the first girl (he'd get around to learning all of their names eventually). Her body was a little plusher - not fat, just a little more meat to enjoy - than the first girl and her ripe red lips looked perfect for cock-sucking. He could picture her on all fours gobbling a prick while getting rammed from behind...probably by this Wednesday.

	The blonde on the right was a little taller and slimmer with no tits that he could tell. She looked very athletic and would do well in some of the harnesses they had suspended from the ceiling in the office space. 

	And then Randall looked at the first girl, noting how tightly she held her legs together, trying to contain the excitement her juicy young twat was feeling. Between her own body and the new gifts she brought, she was turning into quite the little fuck-treasure. Among their many talents, Randall and his boys knew how to make these kiddies take everything their fresh young bodies could endure and then have them beg for more.

	Although he wasn't prone to superstition, Randall considered making this subway route, 1411, his new lucky number. He looked at two of his extra men and gave them quiet nods.

	Bruno and Chuck resumed their stations as they and the other men covering the front of their area looked ahead with fixed, stony expressions. Behind them, Randall and the two others he selected moved in closer to the wide-eyed trio.

	

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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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