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story_codes: MMM/g, cons, very old/very young

story_intro: Four year-old Erica is coming along quite nicely in her prostitution career. She joins the pot in a high stakes poker game that will leave no hole unfilled.

story_language: English





Erica Antes Up

Written by madvlad


Note: This takes place shortly after Erica's First Show. This is a stand-alone story but the previous Erica stories provide some character background. 


	It was a private club with just the basics. The members, all men, didn't want fancy artwork or a top-grade sound system. Some comfortable chairs, an open bar, some good televisions for sports and tables for poker were the mainstays. And smoking was most certainly allowed.

	Marv was at the bar, shooting the breeze with a couple of friends while six others clustered around a poker table beneath a blue-gray cloud of cigar smoke. He owned the place and carefully screened anyone who applied for membership. Not that the place was advertised - there was not even a sign on the outside - other members would discreetly refer people they knew for membership.

	Within the walls, all secrets and ideas were safe. More than one significant financial deal had been brokered here but the only political ones were the agreements as to who would contribute to a bribe for some public official. No politicians were actually allowed in the club. Marv considered them to completely unreliable and indiscreet. Sooner or later, someone would get caught with their pants down - or someone else's pants down, and he didn't want his place tied to any public scandal once the media jackals began to tear their prey's life apart for any more meat.

	Today, he had reserved this room for some of his oldest clients - at least the ones who could still walk without assistance. All of the poker players were at least seventy-five years of age. A soft bell chimed and he looked at a surveillance camera screen before pressing a button to let the visitor in. A few minutes later, a well-dressed woman in her late twenties walked into the room and kissed Marv on the cheek.

	The woman turned to the poker crowd and nodded her head to acknowledge the barks, wolf whistles, and an inventive offer for some doggy-style sex in a men's room at The Vatican. She had thick, red hair that hung down in long curls and a perfectly lipsticked mouth that screamed of oral pleasure by just the way it moved when she smirked. Her skin-tight black pants were tucked into knee-high boots and her brown leather jacket was open to give everyone a generous view of the flesh that was straining under her low-cut blouse.

	"God, I could pour syrup on that ass and eat pancakes for a month," the owner of a chain of family-oriented restaurants opined around the stub of his well-chewed cigar.

	"Hey Marv," the chairman of a religious foundation called. "Is that the prize for our special hand? I'd say the winner will die happy in about two minutes."

	"Sorry boys, she's the one who brought the prize. I personally picked it out just for you perverted fuckers."

	"Here's to fucking, perverted and otherwise," said a well-renowned heart surgeon as he raised his beer in a toast.

	"We'll do the prize hand in a short while, boys," Marv said. He turned to the woman and continued, "I want to wait a bit so they can let their imaginations run wild."

	"Your turf," Terri replied evenly.

	The prize hand was something Marv had come up with years ago. Unlike some private club owners, he never demanded a cut of the action for any poker games. But he would on occasion offer some prize - usually something hard to find and/or highly immoral and illegal. The bidding to the hand's pot would skyrocket as players competed for the prize and tried to force others out. The winner would get the prize while he kept the actual money from the pot.

	After a half hour, the players' interest in their game had dwindled and Marv knew it was time. He and Terri had already agreed to split the pot, which they figured might top twenty thousand dollars - easy money for an afternoon.

	"Okay, you guys know the house rules - winner gets the prize and I get the cash. But this time, the top three hands whenever you show them will win. The best hand gets first choice, and so on down to the third place hand."

	"And Red, there, is just the delivery girl? Jesus, Marv, what do you have?"

	"Someone suited to each of your tastes," Marv replied. "Terri, will you please do the honors?"

	Terri left the room and returned carrying a little girl with light brown, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a light blue, Shirley Temple-style dress that didn't quite completely cover the frilly panties.

	"This is Erica," Terri announced. "She's four years old and wants to know if you gentlemen are ready to play."

	The men at the table were thunderstruck. This was by far Marv's best - and youngest. The fourteen year-old he had procured for the Christmas party a few years ago was still fondly recalled, but they had all desired some of the really young sweet stuff. Several had gotten some overseas, but here was one ready for the taking without having to pay off some Third World pimp.

	Terri grinned as she saw the men's reaction. Yes, twenty thousand was definitely feasible. She and Marv had agreed that he would get access to Erica in exchange for finding certain clients, but they were both eager to alter the deal for this one time to see how much the girl could fetch. So Marv would get his share and Terri would put away some money for Erica out of her share. Since she was ten, she had grown up in a brothel where the owners set up accounts for the children and she in turn did the same for her little group.

	Lifting Erica up, she set the child in the middle of the table and told her to stand in place while the old men gambled on a chance to use her. The little girl calmly nodded and then smiled shyly at the men who introduced themselves to her.

	"Hey, uh, she won't talk about this later, will she?" said Ed, the restaurant owner.

	"She won't way one word," Terri promised. "Isn't that right, Erica?"

	The little girl quietly nodded and put a finger to her lips, which the poker players thought was just adorable. What they didn't know was that Erica was completely mute.

	The game was five card draw and opening rounds of bidding put a little over ten thousand dollars on the table with all six players still in. Mike, the heart surgeon stared at his hand to decide what to do. He had nothing; a seven, eight, ten, jack, and an ace. The only smart move, besides folding, was to keep the ace and get rid of the other four, hoping for some serious luck on the draw.

	The absolutely stupid thing to do would be to dump the ace and tried to draw an inside straight. But if he could get the nine... He stared at the center of the table and followed Erica's legs as they went under her dress. By moving his head slightly, he could see the smooth skin of one delectable little thigh as it disappeared beneath the tight leg band of white lace. He tossed his ace face-down on the table and called for a replacement.

	All players were still in as the pot rose past twenty thousand. The men, all well-seasoned players and quite accomplished in their careers, legal and otherwise, were sweating as they maneuvered for a piece of four year-old heaven. Erica politely kept in her place, idling fingering the hem of her dress as access to her tiny body was bid for again and again.

	Mike looked indifferent as he matched another bet. Two minutes earlier, he had looked at his replacement card and saw the most beautiful nine of clubs that he had ever seen. It was by no means an infallible hand, but he figured it was enough to let him give this girl some prick in one of her holes.

	The pot was just over twenty-eight thousand dollars when the hands were called. One player had nothing and two others had a single pair each. Ed had already shown two pair, queens and fours, when Stan, a loan shark, laid down three sixes.

	"Anything to beat this, Mikey boy?" Stan asked magnanimously. He knew that he and Ed were guaranteed something; now it was a matter of the pecking order.

	Mike leaned forward and quite openly looked up at the little girl's panty-clad crotch before displaying his cards.

	"Gents, I believe a straight, jack-high, is the going rate for some four year-old pussy."

	Terri helped Erica undress and laid the girl down on the poker table. Unlike the last few years, Mike had no problem getting his cock stiff as he watched the little girl finger her hairless twat. His erection did not have the girth it once did, a factor of age, but he knew it would be stiff enough work if he could just get it inside the impossibly tiny slit in the child's plump mound.

	"Hey, Sweetheart, do you want some help with that?" Mike asked as he leered at the masturbating preschooler.

	Erica smiled at the old man and pulled her hand away, giving him complete access to her defenseless little cunny. Although Mike spent more time teaching surgery than performing it these days, at seventy-six his hands were still free of arthritis and any trembling. The surgeon expertly worked his skilled fingers over the child's soft vulva and Erica shivered with pleasure as Mike concentrated on just her outer lips and clitoral hood.

	Mike took his time, keeping the child's outer lips un-breached while he massaged her tiny sex. Within a few minutes, he saw the bottom of her slit begin to glisten with the first flow of pussy dew. Knowing that she was ready for some insertion, he stroked his index finger just inside her slit, applying more and more force until he had the first joint inside the little girl. He kept wiggling his finger as he pushed further into to her wet hole, making the child jolt with spasms as he worked inside of the tight sex tube.

	With his entire finger inside of her, he slowly pushed in and out, constantly hooking and straightening his finger as he did so. Erica remained silent, at least from her mouth; her baby pussy was squishing and gurgling around the old man's digit as she was panting desperately.

	"I think you're ready, little girl," Mike said as he started to withdraw his flexing finger.

	Erica suddenly grabbed his wrist to stop him and looked at him with pleading eyes. Mike let her pull him back into her and he continued to move his finger inside her immature cunny. The little girl's eyes glazed over and she tightened her hold on the old man's wrist. After a few sharp breaths, she let go of his wrist and her body went slack.

	"Well, damn. She's an easy cum." Ed observed. "You should have been a gynecologist, Mike."

	Mike chuckled while sucked the four year-old's pussy juice from his finger with relish.

	"Nothing like catching the fruit in its prime," he murmured before guiding his cock between the youngster's legs. "Maybe I should have been a gardener."

	Erica's chubby outer labia spread willingly for Mike, but the inner entrance to her channel was very restrictive. He moved his head around and adjusted his angle until the orifice allowed him access to the preschooler's hot little treasure. Mike pushed forward, closing his eyes as he felt his seventy-six year-old cock become tightly wrapped in the sultry embrace of a four year-old pussy.

	Although he was able to slide his finger into the hilt, his cock stopped after about two inches. The little girl just didn't have enough room inside her body to make any more space for him, at least not without forcing the baby cuntlet to open even wider. Instead Mike gently stroked Erica's belly, feeling the slight swelling just below it where his cock had her bulging on the inside.

	"Are you doing okay, honey?" he asked.

	Erica gave him a wide-eyed nod and he slowly fucked her. There was the temptation to go jackrabbit-fast, but he wanted to prolong this as much as possible. Erica was able to time her breathing with his thrusts; her little tummy rising as she inhaled during his withdrawal before collapsing with a quick breath as he slid his meat back into her tiny quim.

	Erica remained still while taking the geriatric prick inside of her. She wasn't in any pain, but she was feeling very, very, stuffed inside. The sensation of the man's cock sliding against the taut walls of her stretched pussy sent massive waves of tingles radiating through the child's small body. Like Marv before, this old man was being very nice and making her feel very good. She wondered if all older men were like grandpas who wanted to make little girls feel special and make them all gushy between their legs.

	Mike grunted and went still. Erica felt the thing inside her quim pulse and knew the hot wetness was next. It filled her up inside, spreading even more deeply into places she didn't yet understand.

	Mike relaxed and got his breathing under control after sending his sperm well into the toddler's womb. His cock stretched as he had to pull it form the closing grasp of the child's cunt where it finally came free with a liquid-sounding plop. He patted Erica's cheek before hitching his pants back into place. Slowly, he walked to the bar for a much-needed drink.

	As Erica sat up, Stan picked her up off the table and set her standing on the floor. He seated himself in front of her and gave her a wolfish grin. At seventy-eight, he was still a menacing figure with his head shaved clean and freakishly strong hands from a lifetime of convincing delinquent customers to pay their debts. But Erica merely smiled at him and wondered what this fun grandpa would do.

	Stan looked down to see Mike's semen staining the little girl's inner thighs as it kept leaking from the hairless folds of her pretty little cunny. It would be quite some time before this little slip of a girl finished draining, but she didn't seem to mind the wetness running down her legs. Stan liked it when a female accepted the messiness of sex. A lot of things in life required some messes and it was something that had helped him make his fortune.

	He gauged the little girl's mouth, picturing how Erica's plump pink lips would look stretched around his dick. He hadn't seen her tongue yet, but if he was sure that Marv would have seen to it that she knew how to use it in the just the right way. He slid one hand up the back of one leg and onto her rump, testing the flesh there and feeling just the right balance between firmness and pliability.

	"I just don't know, Erica," he said as he waved his cock in front of her. "Should I put this in that gorgeous mouth of yours or in your cute little tush?"

	Erica grinned shyly and shrugged. Stan leaned closer to her.

	"You know, you have a cute little nose, too. Do you think I could fit it in there?"

	Erica's hands flew up to her nose, but she saw Stan blink and knew she was being teased. In response, she wagged a small finger in front of his face to the boisterous laughter of the other men.

	"Okay," Stan laughed as he wiped a tear form his eye. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a silver dollar from the early twentieth century and held it out so that Erica could see.

	"That's Lady Liberty," he said pointing to the profile on the coin. "Beautiful woman - and a beautiful coin, too. I always carry some of these around to help me make important decisions - stuff where a quarter just won't do. And see the eagle on the other side? That's tails. So here we go - head or tails; mouth or ass."

	With an expert flick of his thumb, Stan sent to coin spinning nearly up to the ceiling. It seemed to cover before falling where Stan neatly caught it and slapped it onto the back of his other hand.

	"Which one is it?" Stan asked.

	Erica peered at the dollar and saw the woman's face. She looked up at Stan and pointed to her mouth.

	"Good girl! Now, whenever you're ready."

	Erica bent over and took the half erect prick in her small hands, rubbing them along the length. Stan fought down a small quiver when he saw and felt her pink little tongue sweep across the head. The little girl was soon rewarded for her efforts when she felt the flaccid organ harden and expand. She opened her mouth and started to put it on the penis when she stopped and looked at Stan to be sure it was alright.

	"Go ahead," he croaked and watched his cock disappear into Erica's flawless little face. The moist softness of the small mouth enveloped his cock as she took nearly three inches of him inside. As her cheeks hollowed with her suction, Stan could feel her tongue trying to wrap itself around his head.

	A tap on his shoulder made him turn. Terri was holding a long vibrator.

	"You can play with her if you want," she said.

	"That will never fit. I mean, she's good - damn good. But not that good."

	"Just turn it on and rub her with the tip.

	Stan found that the length of the vibrator helped him reach Erica's twat without having to strain at all. The little girl's body jolted slightly when she felt the buzzing toy contact her clit. Stan rubbed it up and down her smooth mons, easing the vibrating tip into the child's tiny slit.

	Although Stan couldn't see the flow of liquid bubbling from the little girl's cunny, he felt her reaction as her sucking became more frantic. Her mouth kept losing its grip and Erica was making loud slurping noises as she pulled harder on the old man's prick. Her tongue lashed his cock wetly, moving faster as the toddler reached her climax. She pressed her tongue hard against him while her tight little body quivered in orgasm.

	Seeing and feeling such a tiny girl getting off sent Stan's balls into overdrive and he erupted inside the four year-old's mouth. Erica had recovered enough to gulp down the sperm, sending the old man's sperm to rest in her little tummy.

	Ed was next. He gave Erica some time to recover as the little girl leaned against Stan's leg, panting heavily, a trickle of semen drooling from one corner of her mouth. Then he picked her up and laid her face down on the poker table with her legs hanging off the edge.

	He kneaded the child's, small soft buttocks with his hands while rubbing his stiffening prick in the cleft between the little mounds. Scooping some gel from a small jar that Terri laid on the table, he wriggled his finger against the tiny rosebud anus and felt the orifice open. Erica worked her muscles to allow Ed to easily grease her tight rear channel before replacing his finger with his cock.

	"Ohhhhhh," was all he managed to say as he sunk is old cock into the velvety grasp of Erica's tiny ass. He got five inches into her, as much length as he could produce anymore, and didn't know how she was able to take it all. He grabbed Erica's baby-smooth ass cheeks and fondled them before driving his cock in and out of her. The little girl lay quietly on the table, unable to squirm with the stiff meat spearing her lubricated rectum repeatedly.

	"Do you mind?" Terri asked as she brought the buzzing vibrator over that Stan had used.

	"As long as it's not on me."

	Terri snickered as she slipped the vibrator under Erica, positioning the shaft between the child's hairless pussy lips. Ed's fucking ground the baby cuntlet against the vibrator, forcing another spiraling wave of sensory overload through the little girl's body. Erica's hands scrabbled against the felt top of the poker table as her pussy spiked.

	Ed paused while his little partner came, and then resumed plowing into her ass. The four year-old's anal passage gripped his cock and he spread her innards apart in sexual conquest. He felt some of the vibrations emanating from device pressed against her pussy. Moving his hands up her smooth young body, he splayed his fingers around her rubs and onto her chest.

	He rubbed the baby nipples and felt them stiffen just as his balls signaled the start of their release. Holding the little girl by the chest, he jammed his cock as far as it would go and filled the tiny rectum with his scalding cream. The weight of his body on hers forced her pussy against the vibrator even harder, giving Erica another cum while trapped between the old man and the poker table.

	"You should have been a proctologist, Ed," Mike said, turning his friend's joke back on him. Ed grinned and flipped him off.

	Terri came over with a blanket while Ed's spunk dribbled from Erica's backside. She wrapped the little girl up and kissed her on the forehead.

	"You were a very good little cum sponge," Terri whispered.

	Erica worked one arm out from the blanket and waved to everyone as they dais their goodbyes.

	"Don't forget Miss Liberty," Stan said as he handed Erica the silver dollar they had used. "And here is some extra," he added, tucking some hundred dollar bills into the blanket.

	Mike and Ed added some bills as well, leaving Erica with a very nice tip. The weary little girl waved one last time, hoping she'd get to play with these grandpas again sometime soon.

	



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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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