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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: gettin16.txt
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story_codes: M/g(5), dogs/g, bestiality, incest, cons

story_intro: Marissa is feeling lucky since gets to go back to the big house and play with the nice old man there. This time, she also gets to pretend to be a pussycat as she sits nearly naked (she is wearing a pair of cat ears) on his lap while he touches her in her favorite place with his fingers and then his cock. And just when she thinks that playtime is over, she gets to pretend to be a pussycat for a pack of dogs. What fun!


story_language: English





Getting Directions, Story 16

Written by madvlad


	Easing up to the hill, Shriver quickly scanned the girls lounging about and noted one absence. It wasn't a big problem as the one the old man most wanted was still there. His son would have to forgo his choice, but Shriver knew there were other interests that man could pursue if he felt the need. Picking up his well-encrypted cell phone (he never used any other kind), he made a quick call.

	"It's just the younger one, today. Shall I proceed?"

	The response was immediate and Shriver acknowledged before ending the call. Lowering the tinted window on the passenger side, he spoke to the girl who had approached his SUV.

	"Marissa," was all that he said. 

	The girl called out and soon a much smaller girl with her brown hair arranged in elaborate braids came over, accompanied by a chubby older girl who opened the SUV's rear passenger door for the tot. As Marissa climbed in, she pointed to her hair.

	"Look what Chyna did!" 

	Shriver looked over at the older girl whom he already knew to be Chyna from earlier investigations. Although he preferred to keep his conversations strictly professional while on assignment, he was impressed by the detailed work that the kid had done. And showing a little courtesy among this group at the trailer park could never hurt.

	"Nice job," he acknowledged with a short nod to Chyna. 

	The girl gave him a warm smile before she said goodbye to Marissa and closed the door.

	Chyna watched the SUV roll away. Well, at least Mr. Serious (Sandra's nickname for him) could say something nice. Sighing, she turned to take her place on the hill again. Maybe she would go to one of the burger places for lunch, after all, with Marissa gone. She'd treat a couple of the other, few remaining girls if they came with her.

	The sound of an approaching vehicle made her turn around again. It was a nicer model of a family sedan and Chyna knew there was a child's seat for a toddler in the back. This knowledge came from multiple trips with the driver one of her customers. 

	Instinctively, she clamped her buttocks together, knowing what this man liked. Chyna loved anal, too, and this customer liked to take his time while he was inside her. By afternoon's end, they would both be well-sated and she would be quite gooey deep in her bowels. Well, that was something that a nice warm bath tonight would help. And Marissa would need one, too, which would make it all the more fun.

	When the car stopped, she opened the door and slid into the front passenger seat. After closing the door, she slid her shorts and panties down to her knees before buckling her seat belt. Her rubbery buttocks jiggled as they came free of the clothing before she settled back in the seat.

	Chuckling, the man squeezed one of her ample thighs before sliding his hand to her crotch. He was pleased to find her already damp inside her bald slit. His finger moved in deeper, drawing an anticipatory gasp from Chyna, and he drove off molesting his little sweetheart.

	Marissa adjusted the hairband with the pointed cat ears attached. Aside from this accessory, the little girl was completely nude as she sat in the old man's lap.

	"Does it look right, now, Grandpa?' she asked. 

	"Yes, that looks right," Abner replied as he stroked one of Marissa's smooth little thighs. 

	Despite being trailer trash, Marissa was a bright child. And, unknown to her, she really was Abner's grandfather. Abner, of course, knew very well that her father was his youngest son, an unrepentant ne'er-do-well who had at least given his father and one of his brothers some sexy little playthings. Today, he had told Marissa to call him "Grandpa" and she enjoyed what she thought was a pretend thing. 

	What he had done to Marissa before - and what he would do and have done to her today - was nothing like had done with his legitimate grandchildren. Abner had fantasized about doing things with his other granddaughters but had no illusions about getting away with it. Something would slip. But aside from one of his sons, David, no one else in the family knew about Lindsay and Marissa.

	"Now that you're ready, remember what you say from now on until I get done," Abner reminded the girl. "Be a good pussycat."

	"Meow, Grandpa," Marissa recited with a smile full of baby teeth.

	"Good pussycat," he murmured as he fondled the five year-old's hairless twat.

	It didn't take long for the aged fingers manipulating the tiny genitals to produce a modest flow.

	"Meow, Grandpa," Marissa said as she thanked him properly.

	Judging her ready, Abner slid his gnarled, arthritic finger between the child's smooth twat lips. 

	"Meow, Grandpa," Marissa gasped as she was penetrated. 

	Abner worked his digit inside the child, twisting and hooking it as he diddled her tender snatch. Whining, Marissa squirmed and rotated her tiny hips as her arousal produced a heavier flow of heated liquid around the old man's finger as it ravished her immature pussy. 

	"How does this feel now, my little pussycat?" Abner asked.

	Marissa started to say something else before she remembered. 

	"Meow, Grandpa," she squeaked. 

	She was so small around his finger that Abner wondered how she stretched to take anything larger. Marissa had done it before with him, of course, and would do so again quite soon. But at the moment, the girl's oven-like snatch convulsed around his finger as she quivered with an orgasm. She fell against him, resting a feverish cheek against his chest while her climax subsided.

	"Meow, Grandpa. Meow, Grandpa," she whispered.

	"Now Grandpa is going to feed his little pussycat some milk - right in her little pussy. You have a pussycat pussy, don't you?"

	"Meow, Grandpa," Marissa confirmed as she was lifted and used her legs to help the man. 

	When the tyke's dripping twat brushed against the head of the seventy-five year-old's man's prick, Abner lowered her onto it. While age had robbed him of some of the fullness of his erection, it had left him better able to get inside the tiny holes of his favorite age group. Marissa's plump twat bulged as the glans pressed inward and then her bald labia popped apart to let him in further. 

	Her entrance required just a bit more effort but those lips expanded to let the man's hardened member into the little girl's snatch. Abner knew he wouldn't last long inside of her but didn't care. Marissa was all about quality and they groaned together as his cock sank into the snugness of the five year-old's lubricious pussy. 

	Marissa huffed as the dick skewered her all the way to her cervix. With Abner guiding her with his hands on her sides, she went up and down on his penis. The walls of her juicy little quim pressed against him as his meat rubbed it intimately. She was so tight around him that he could feel her pulse through the heated tissues of her sex.

	While the tot rode his prick, he greedily drank in the sight of her cuddly little body. There was not a visible hint of development in the five year-old's figure, yet the lewdly squishing sounds of her speared cunny spoke how she was being used like a woman. It was too much and he felt the welcome jolt in his loins. He came in a series of hot spurts, inseminating his granddaughter's tiny womb.

	"Meow, Grandpa," Marissa mewled as she felt his issue inside of her. 

	For a few minutes after, he held her in his lap.

	"At the end of summer, you will start school, correct?" he asked.

	Marissa nodded.

	"And how many little pussycats in your kindergarten class will have had their cute little cunts fucked by their grandpas?"

	Marissa didn't know and looked serious as she pondered this question. Then she grinned as she realized the answer.

	"Meow, Grandpa," she giggled.

	"Very good!" Abner laughed. "Now, I need you to do something else for me. I have some dogs here and they need to learn how to play nice with pussycats. Will you teach them?"

	"Meow, Grandpa."

	"Good," he replied as he pressed a buzzer on the table next to the chair. "One of my men will be bringing them in. Ah, here is he now and David is with him. What a surprise."

	Marissa turned and waved to the man she remembered from last time when he had sex with her sister, Lindsay. Davis waved back and held up his cell phone.

	"I thought I'd get some video of this," he said.

	Abner nodded approvingly. Along with inheriting his business acumen, David had also inherited his streak of perversity.

	Marissa was set on her hands and knees on the floor. Doing as she was told, she crawled around, meowing, while her cunny leaked and sent dribbles of semen down her sturdy little thighs. Catching the scent of sex, the trained dogs - all of them medium-sized mutts, strained at their leashes.

	When the man released one of the dogs, it raced toward Marissa and sniffed the fat little oozing mound from the rear. Marissa was in mid-meow when the animal leaped partially onto her back, pushing wildly with his hind legs. She could feel something butting wildly against her vulva and squeaked when it suddenly entered her.

	"The doggy is doing sex in me!" she cried.

	"Ah, ah, ah," Abner corrected her, waving a finger.

	"Meow," she replied.

	As the red canine cock plunged between the little girl's hairless pussy lips, Marissa's gray eyes were huge with shock. With the lubrication from her grandfather's semen, her immature cunt was fully penetrated and immediately subjected to the pounding of the animal's prick. A knot bulged near the base of the dog's penis but the child's cunny was not deep enough for the knot to expand inside it. 

	Having seen young girls get knotted before, David was mildly disappointed but not surprised given Marissa's diminutive size. Perhaps Lindsay would be a better candidate on another day. Meanwhile, he took video footage of the red doggy dong sluicing in and out of the spread white labia of the child's bald snatch. 

	As the bestial copulation continued, both the dog and the girl were panting. Knowing only its own needs, the hound rutted furiously in the tight, gooey confines of the five year-old's twatlet. Marissa meowed softly just before a gush of lava-like fluid invaded her body. Before the lusty eyes of her grandfather and uncle, the little girl shuddered as she was pumped full of canine sperm.

	When the dog pulled away, the little girl's cunt was gaping like a slut's before the lips closed but the new load flowed down her legs. Whimpering from the ferocity of the intercourse and the induced arousal it gave her, Marissa tried to crawl but was quickly mounted by a new lover. The beast's furry haunches batted her silky little buttocks as he rutted with the human puppy. And her clenching tunnel drove him to work his prick in her with full force.

	Thick, squicking sounds emerged with more semen from the five year-old's heavily-creamed twat as the hard cock reamed its tender interior. Marissa gaped as she felt the heated coils tightening in her young loins; the onset of another climax. Squealing helplessly, she came as she was dog-fucked. The hound growled lustily as the pup's tiny snatch convulsed around his ramming member. Soon afterward, another wad of canine seed invaded her tiny sex organs.

	Marissa's arms weakened and she fell to her elbows. Since she was still on her knees, it left her dripping cunny lewdly presented for her next lover. 

	"Meow," she croaked before grunting as the next hard dick plowed into her fuck-slimed little cunt. 

	With a stroke of his pen, Abner could have recognized his illegitimate granddaughter (or both of them) as a rightful heir. She would be rich (and allowances could be made to keep her worthless mother from touching a cent). Abner still considered it as both he and David laughed about how certain members of the family who were obsessed with their standing in society would react to their new relation.

	But for now, he was content to forgo any decision. Watching his little granddaughter get mated by mongrel and then get subjected to the repetition of it was quite amusing. While she might someday be a part of upper society, the adorable five year-old was no more than a slutty doggy bitch today. 

	When the sixth and final dog finished inside of her, Marissa was exhausted. Her cat ears were slightly askew but she was still whispering her meows as her glazed eyes stared at the wall. Abner clapped in applause.

	"Well done, my little pussycat. I think those dogs will look more favorably upon the feline species from now on. Now, we'll get you clean before Shriver drives you back."

	"Meow, Grandpa."

	Abner was never prouder of any of his grandchildren than when she replied like that. A woman came in and helped Marissa to her feet. Taking the girl by the hand, she led her to a bath. Marissa wobbled as she walked like a human again, feeling the sticky coating on her legs from the canine gang bang.

	She was a bit sore between her legs and felt better when she was immersed in the tub. But she hoped she'd have another bath with Chyna tonight - the kind with lots of bubbles and cuddling. Perhaps Chyna would kiss her where it hurt to make her feel better. And Chyna always like to kiss with her tongue.


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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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