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story_codes: f/g(6) Female/young girl, cons

story_intro: Feeling betrayed when she learns that her incestuous father has also been having sex with younger girls whose pussies are naturally bald, a teen goes looking for some kind of revenge against him. Dahlia is new to the trailer park and is innocent of what goes on with girls who hang out on the hill. But she's about to get her first customer in a way that no one expected.


story_language: English






Getting Directions, Story 20

Written by madvlad


	In recent years, most of the people who moved into the Knobby Shoals Mobile Home Estates did so quietly; many of them slinking in as they understood that they were pretty much at the end of the line as far as housing choices went. But Louise Thibodeaux was not most people.

	She had grown up in a place like this perhaps forty miles upriver; a trailer park which lost nearly half of its acreage thanks to a flood and poor civil engineering. The remainder was mercifully plowed under and slabbed in concrete for a power plant. 

	Two years before the flood, Louise had left her alcoholic mother and three siblings (one following in mama's footsteps with the bottle while the other two opted for the more modern crystal methamphetamine) for the city. Within two years of shaking her barely covered (and sometimes not so covered) ass on stage and around chrome poles, she had a steady - and wealthy - set of regular boyfriends who paid for her companionship in different ways.

	With her looks and carefree attitude, most people dismissed her as an airhead. But she had actually earned her high school diploma - a family first - with a solid C average that called for very little studying. There had only been one class that had truly given her trouble, geometry in her sophomore year. But her teacher had been patient and gave her extra tutoring and the fifteen year-old had learned to orally calculate the mass of his cock and the volume of semen produced by his balls. 

	At twenty-one, Louise learned that contraception was slightly less than one hundred percent effective but decided to see what kind of bundle of joy she could produce. She was barely twenty two when her daughter, Dahlia, entered the world.

	Louise was taken by the tiny thing and didn't mind the lack of sleep and the messes. Her Dahlia was quite a doll although she felt more like a big sister than a mother. When Dahlia was six months old, Louise was leaving her with babysitters from a reputable service while she resumed her nightlife and business. 

	Shortly after Dahlia turned two, Louise met Anthony "Tony Bangers" Mirabelli, who was successful in his own business pursuits. Although Tony was old enough to be her father, Louise didn't mind. Her own father had been absent from her childhood and she loved being her Tony's "little girl".

	Tony was married and had children Louise's age but was quite content with his second family, doting on both Louise and Dahlia. While Dahlia showed reasonable intelligence, Louise saw nothing wrong with teaching her daughter to use her looks as well. After all, why only use half of your attributes?

	Louise thought it was fun to dress her little girl (often more like a little sister or even a friend) in cute outfits that showed off as much as possible. At Dahlia's tender age, no one paid too much attention to a tot in tight leggings or short skirts - except for those who were interested in such things.

	Louise had met her first interested man when she was eight. He showed her all kinds of unusual things and the little girl had quickly learned about pleasure and payment. Now, she hoped her daughter would learn that, too. Dahlia was a little shy but Louise thought a change of venue would do the girl good.

	Shortly before Dahlia's sixth birthday, Tony was sentenced to five years on charges that were merely a fraction of what he really got away with. Louise had saved her money well and was quite comfortably set. She had promised Tony she'd wait for him but, being pragmatic, he insisted that she not waste her time pining for him.

	"Go out and have a good time," he said. "Nothing wrong with good times - especially when you're young and beautiful. You'd be wasting your time and that body of yours. When I get out, hopefully you haven't met Mr. Right and we will resume this thing of ours."

	Tony's only stipulation had been that she stay away from any guys in the outfit. That could lead to trouble when he got out. But there were plenty of young guys out there with money to spend and while Louise enjoyed their company, she still looked forward to returning to her rough and tumble but oh-so-sweet (when no one else was looking) "big daddy".

	Concerned about her daughter, Louise opted to leave the big city (too many stuck-up people) and return to her roots. She could party at night over the river but she wanted Dahlia to hopefully get some of the experiences she had. And there was certainly more freedom in the trailer parks. Everything in the city for kids had been carefully scheduled play dates and such.

	Of course, Louise was not about to live in the same kind of fourth-rate trailer where she had grown up. Nope, she had purchased a brand-new double-wide and had it decorated to her exacting details. It was still being put together when Louise took Dahlia to check out the location.

	When she saw all of those girls hanging out on the hill at the trailer park entrance, Louise knew she had picked the right place. Nearly all of them were older than Dahlia but Louise hoped they would be a good influence and let her daughter experience some of the same joys that she had known. Surely, some men had taken notice of some of those girls. That blonde girl, Sandra, certainly was a looker and she had personality, too. 

	Louise wondered if Sandra had fooled around with any men or boys yet. The girl's t-shirt had been tight enough to let Louise know she didn't have any boobs yet - not even the outline of a training bra showed. So she was about nine or ten or maybe a flat eleven. Still, Louise knew that Sandra would be a lot of fun for the right guy if given the chance.

	Now today, they were officially moved in. Having seen some of the girls from the other day, Louise told them to stop by and say hello.

	"It aint fair!" Van mumbled through his swollen mouth as his wife applied some fresh ice in a dirty towel to his right cheek. "It's a conspiracy. Damned fuckin' gubbiment."

	His wife tutted while she gently held the towel.

	"It don't make no sense," she agreed. "'Cause everybody likes you. You're respected."

	The woman's ten year-old daughter was silent as she sat at the kitchen table and watched. Although she would have gladly contradicted her mother, she knew no good would come of it. 

	Over the past few days, compete strangers had randomly approached Van and slugged him in the face. At first, Sandra suspected Ted, the wounded veteran who offered her sanctuary with no conditions (although she enjoyed offering herself to him at no charge and the time they spent together). 

	Van's first assault had been here in Knobby Shoals but two others had taken place across the river in the city. Sandra knew Ted had not been in the city for at least one of the attacks nor had he been near the gas station last evening when Van's beer shopping trip ended abruptly with a bloody nose and a misshapen lip. She knew this for a fact as she had been with him and had him too occupied with other activities to be throwing punches anywhere else.

	Van's sudden misfortunes had put an end to his nearly daily forced sex with his stepdaughter, not to mention his plans to put the young girl in porn with him and his buddies.  That had certainly brightened Sandra's outlook and had put her plans to run away on hold. 

	A rapping at the trailer door was heard by all three occupants and Sandra went to open it. On the cinderblock stairs, she saw a familiar round face framed by dark curls. 

	"Hi Chyna," Sandra said. "Hey, Marissa."

	A smaller girl standing next to Chyna grinned and waved.

	"Sandra," Chyna said quickly and a little more loudly than usual in her excitement. "Ms. Thibodeaux, that lady from before, is here. She's moved in and wants us to come over."

	"Well, I don't know if I should," Sandra answered. "Van's not feeling well..."

	"You go on ahead with your little friends," Sandra's mother called. "I'll mind your daddy. But it's so nice that you want to stay here and help. Aint that right, Van?"

	Van mumbled something in response. In truth, Sandra didn't mid staying to watch her raping stepfather's pain. But this new lady did seem very interesting.

	While the girls' compliments had been very nice, Louise took great pride on how they eyed her dcor with undisguised awe. 

	Sandra wasn't usually rendered speechless. But she had never been anyplace that was wallpapered in leopard print. And had all leopard print furniture. Not to mention the bedding in Louise's room. Dahlia, who seemed rather quiet, had been spared the spots and instead had a very pink room. Very, very pink. And her proud mama had carefully selected all of it. 

	Several other girls were here besides her, Chyna, and Marissa. Marissa's half-sister, Lindsay was here and so were Maxie, Anita and Dolly. A couple of days ago, the little redhead had been in the city with a customer who had stopped to "get directions". While they were riding in the back of his limo with Dolly impaled on his prick, she had seen Van get punched in the face by a man she didn't recognize. It was a puzzling story, but Sandra thoroughly enjoyed it, anyway.

	While everyone was enjoying iced tea and lemonade and all kinds of sweet baked treats, Louise quietly took Sandra aside.

	"You look like you're one of the leaders of your group," Louise said in a hushed tone. "And you're certainly one of the prettiest."

	"Thank you," Sandra said, genuinely pleased at the praise. 

	"Now, the main reason I moved out here was for my Dahlia. Isn't she a cutie?"

	Sandra nodded and looked over at the six year-old. Louise had dressed the little girl in tight cut-off jeans and a blouse that was knotted high to expose her flat midriff. Dahlia certainly was a cute child and shared her mother's blonde hair and blue eyes although the girl's locks were quite curly. The way Louise had dressed her made her seem ready for helping wayward drivers with their "directions". 

	"Now, Dahlia is a little, um, socially reserved and I wanted her to be around the more friendly folks like I remember when I grew up in place like this," Louise continued. "Developing social skills is so important so I'd like it if Dahlia can hang around with you girls."

	"Sure."

	"Good! And, uh, if there are any real friendly types around, I wouldn't mind it if Dahlia had a good time. I certainly did back then."

	Sandra nodded and was surprised by the wink that Louise gave her. Did the woman know what the girls did with the people who came driving by? Probably not, she thought. Ms. Thibodeaux most likely figured there might be some fooling around between boys and girls - and that sort of thing did happen around here. Sandra promised that Dahlia would be kept in fine company and an hour later, the new girl was out on the hill.

	"Do you think Ms. Thibodeaux knows about, you know, what we do with giving directions?" Chyna whispered to Sandra.

	Dahlia was chatting with Marissa nearby, giving her the lowdown on kindergarten as she had just completed her year and Marissa would be starting hers in the fall.

	"Not exactly," Sandra said. "But she kind of mentioned the kind of fun she had when she was little. So I guess she wants Dahlia to learn about it."

	"At least the people who come here are pretty nice - it's a better way to learn than in other ways," Chyna acknowledged, remembering the abuse she had suffered when she was younger before moving here with her much kinder uncle.

	"Yeah, no one like Van," Sandra spat.

	"Uh, yes," Chyna slowly replied. "By the way, what's going on with him? He looks worse every day, like he's always getting into a fight."

	"I don't know," Sandra said as her mood brightened her tone to a giggle. "It's like the whole world is out to get him. Good for the world!"

	Just then, Marissa and Dahlia walked up to Sandra and Chyna.

	"Is Dahlia gonna give men 'irections?" Marissa asked.

	"Some time, yeah," Sandra replied before she turned to Dahlia. "Do you know what guys like to do with little girls?"

	"Uh huh," answered Dahlia. "They like to play with little girls' kitties."

	"Oh, so someone's been in yours?"

	Dahlia gave Sandra a puzzled look. How could someone go in her kitty? It was very small.

	"A man liked my swimsuit at the pool where we used to live. I was getting too big for it but Mama said I should wear it because it made me look sexy. That means it was really tight around my bottom and my kitty. A man put his finger on my kitty and pushed it. He was silly because he said my kitty was a camel toe and he rubbed me on my swimsuit over my kitty and he also pushed."

	"Did you like it?' Chyna asked, getting aroused at the younger girl's description.

	"Yes. It made me wriggle. Then he gave me some gummy bears and told me it was our secret. I like gummy bears."

	"At least she has a good start,' Sandra noted to Chyna. 

	"Hey, Sandra!" Anita called from near the curb. "One of yours."

	Recognizing the approaching car, Sandra stood up and brushed off the tautly filled seat of her shorts.

	"Gotta go," she announced.

	Marissa turned to Dahlia and explained.

	"Sandra gives lots of men 'irections."

	Sandra and Chyna couldn't help laughing. Marissa's unintentional mispronunciation never got old.

	After Sandra was gone, Marissa and Dahlia settled next to Chyna. Lindsay joined them and Chyna went to work on her hair, re-doing the braids she had tied a couple of days ago before Lindsay was picked up by a customer. Anita had commented how the braids made the eight year-old look even younger and that was never a bad thing in this market.

	When a limo slowed as it neared the entrance, Anita recognized it as belonging to one of Sandra's regulars. The front passenger window opened and the girl leaned in to speak to the driver. 

	"Sorry, she's not here," she told the man.

	The chauffeur turned and spoke to someone in the back seat. Anita couldn't see back there very well but apparently the passenger pointed to someone else. 

	"Then that other blonde," the driver told her. "The one with the curly hair."

	Anita had not been privy to Sandra's and Chyna's conversation and simply nodded before waving Dahlia over. Busy with Lindsay's hair, Chyna didn't notice Dahlia's departure until she saw the girl getting into the back of the limo. From Sandra's stories, she knew the limo passenger was one who loved making his hired girl cum but Chyna wondered if there shouldn't be another girl with Dahlia to help her along in this new situation. But before she could call out, the door closed.

	"Dahlia's gonna give the man 'irections," Marissa calmly stated as the car rolled away.

	Randi rarely saw her mother anymore as the one thing they had truly shared for years was a mutual antipathy. Her younger brother's relationship with the woman was slightly better but not by much.

	But Randi was certainly a daddy's girl. She had learned just how much her father liked little girls when she was seven and the Bitch Dragon (as she referred to the woman from whose womb she had escaped) had just moved out of the castle. After a few nights of heavy cuddling that gave her unusual moistness and some heady waves of pleasure, she had a brief flash of pain courtesy of her loving father. Aside from the bloodstains she saw on her Snow White bedspread the following morning, there was no further sign of trauma as the second grader had her virgin snatch opened, stretched, and filled by an engorged paternal cock.

	Now at fifteen, Randi had known just three penises in her body. Aside from her father, there was her brother who, since turning twelve last year, could also provide some semen with his orgasms. Since Randi was already on birth control, this was not an unsettling development. The third member belonged to Charles, the family's faithful and well-compensated chauffeur - after all, there were certain places Randi wanted to go and keep it under wraps. 

	Like today.

	What Randi had recently learned was that her darling daddy liked to dip his wick in other juicy young founts. Her first emotion at the discovery of this betrayal was rage. This was followed by jealousy and then came the fun of plotting revenge. In the end, even Daddy would enjoy the results.

	While Randi's experiences with males had been limited to the aforementioned trio, she had cut a swath among other girls at school and camp and other places. With some, it had been mutual and with others she had seduced. She had been seduced once but only to show her seductress that she had been merely playing the role of the innocent. 

	What she had found in her father's hacked computer files (really, the man should have changed his password more often) was his favorite place was some godforsaken trailer park across the river. He had started using this place back when preschooler Randi was three years away from losing her cherry. There had been several girls, all of them blonde (compared to Randi's dark brunette). As they grew into their teens, he would gradually switch to a younger one. 

	At the present, he was still occasionally banging a girl Randi's age. But his main source of naturally hairless cunt was a ten year-old named Sandra. Randi had seen the pictures and had to admit that the girl was a luscious package of fun. In fact, some of the action photos made Randi's mouth water - along with another place below her waist.

	While her father was out of town, Randi bent herself over the hood of the limo. A half hour of hard buggery later, Charles was quite happy to take her to her father's pedo parlor. As it turned out, Sandra wasn't there but Randi didn't consider her day a waste of time. After all, what Charles could do with his dick in her hot, teenage ass was akin to what Michelangelo could do with a paintbrush.

	But when Randi spied another little blonde - one younger than Sandra - she could picture her father's eye (not to mention his hands and prick) all over her. Charles relayed her request and now Randi hungrily regarded the innocent-looking tot beside her in the back seat.

	Well, she didn't look completely innocent. Those tight shorts and the way her blouse was tied made her look like she was trolling for action. Still, her guileless face and manner didn't match what Randi would have considered in a preteen prostitute.

	"So, when was the last time someone played with you here?' Randi asked as she tapped the little girl between her legs.

	Dahlia repeated the story she had told Sandra and Chyna. Randi figured there had to be more than that but let it go for the moment.

	"Dahlia," she said, repeating the name the girl had given. "Trading sex for gummy bears. So, you're quite the little whore, aren't you?"

	Confused at the unfamiliar word, Dahlia shook her head.

	"No, I'm going to be in first grade," she replied in her attempt to clarify what she was.

	Randi laughed. The kid was adorable, even if it was all just an act. That also determined how she would go about this. No slow seduction - just pure aggression.

	Pinning Dahlia down on the seat, she silenced the child's startled yelp by kissing her. Those small lips were so soft under her crushing smooch and then they were breached when Randi plunged her tongue into the tot's mouth. 

	The six year-old mumbled and squirmed as her mouth was intimately tasted. She felt a series of tugs at her tied-off blouse before Randi's hand slid inside it. When her finger found one tiny nipple, the teen pinched and rolled the pink flesh and made it stiffen. Randi's other hand got busy untying the knot. Lifting off of Dahlia, Randi pulled the blouse open, baring the six year-old's immature chest.

	Dahlia lay still, staring up at the teen while a thread of saliva still connected their lips. Then Randi grabbed the hardened titlet with her fingers before bringing her mouth to the untouched one. Pressed to the seat of the limo, Dahlia didn't know what to do as her titless chest was molested by fingers and lips and a tongue until both of her baby nipples were stiff and wet. 

	"Mmm...so sexy," Randi approvingly noted when she straightened up on her knees.

	The fifteen year-old pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her firm, apple-sized breasts to the little girl. The nipples were a darker shade than Dahlia's; a reddish pink and stood out from Randi's arousal.

	"Do you like mine?" she asked.

	Dahlia nodded and Randi lowered herself to the little girl, rubbing her teen tits against the spit-shined flatness of the six year-old. Randi found it amusing that the tiny hooker was speechless. Perhaps she hadn't done it with another girl, yet. Well, it was time to move on.

	Dahlia's sneakers and socks were pulled off and dumped to the floor. After unsnapping the girl's shorts, Randi found that they were a stretchy version of denim which helped them mold themselves to Dahlia's cute little bottom. After some pulling, the shorts joined the footwear on the floor. 

	The small blonde lay quietly, wearing just a pair of white panties decorated with, of all things, cherries all over. Amused and horny, Randi stripped completely, displaying the cunny she kept nicely waxed for her daddy. Reaching for the little girl's crotch, the teen squeezed the mound beneath the cotton before pushing the cloth into the slit and stroking in there.

	"Did the man touch you like this?" she asked.

	Unable to speak with her genitals being manipulated like this, Dahlia nodded. Actually, Randi's fondling was even more skillful and the child couldn't help squirming as she was molested.

	"How about like this?" Randi continued as she slid her hand inside the tiny panties, encountering a smoothness that required no wax as she felt the puffy mons. 

	Dahlia murmured something as she experienced her first sensual caresses on her bare quim. She felt warm in there. When Randi felt the bit of lubrication the little girl was producing, she eased her finger inside the miniature slit.

	"And did he put his dick in he...what the fuck?"

	Randi abruptly stopped and pulled Dahlia's undies from her body. After spreading the child's legs apart, she moved her face close to Dahlia's crotch and pressed her thumbs to the chubby labia. The bald lips opened, displaying the moist pink interior which included a perfectly pristine membrane that declared the tyke's inexperience.

	"Shit, you really are a virgin?" Randi breathed.

	Dahlia didn't know what was wrong with her kitty, but she didn't think she was a virgin, whatever that was. And she didn't believe that there would be any virgins among her fellow six year-olds in her class when she went to school.

	"I'm going to be in first grade," she repeated.

	Randi stared at the little girl who didn't know the difference between and whore and a virgin. She could take her cherry right now with her finger and teach the kid about some facts of life. Or she could...yes, that would be better. But for now...

	"I'm going to make you cum," Randi said huskily. "I'm going to be your first lover and you'll always remember that. No many how many dicks go into your cunt, I will always be the first who gave you an orgasm. Do you understand?"

	Dahlia didn't but nodded anyway because the big girl was so serious. Then the teen lowered her mouth and the six year-old squeaked as her hairless pussy was sucked inside. 

	The sexy young blonde was becoming a moving target while writhing as she orally mauled so Randi held her in place with her one hand on her small hip and the other on her flat chest. With the child's smooth inner thighs brushing against her cheeks, the older girl munched away at the plump and increasingly juicy little morsel of girl meat. The hairless kiddy twat was flowing with nectar and Randi understood her father's attraction for such a treat. Her tongue lashed inside the hot, tiny slit, intimately learning the texture and taste of the aroused little virgin.

	Her kitty hurt in a funny way. Dahlia didn't mind it as the ache became a swelling pressure in the place where the big girl was doing those things to her. Suddenly, the pressure popped like a balloon, making shaking sensations that raced through her body so that even her bare toes curled and straightened reflexively. For a few moments, everything seemed golden hot and as her senses recovered, she could feel the wet strokes of a tongue against her twatlet and greedy slurps of her tiny sex being harvested of its first pressing of juices. 

	Damn, she was tasty! Randi made a mental note to determine which of her girlfriends had younger sisters - much younger. Leaving the delightful pussy, Randi slid up and gave Dahlia a long lick on her cheek. 

	"Who's your first? Who will always be your first?" she demanded to know.

	"You," came Dahlia's soft reply.

	"Did you like it?"

	"Yes. You made my kitty all wiggly."

	"Good," Randi said as she sat up in the seat. Then she slid Dahlia off to the floor before having her kneel between her open legs. "Now eat me like a good little slut," she sighed as she pulled the tot's face against her dripping snatch.

	It took a while but Dahlia learned how to use her mouth just the way Randi wanted. While her lips and tongue worked more daintily than Randi's had, the fifteen year-old did enjoy a nice climax. Pulling Dahlia onto her lap, she licked the girl's face clean, enjoying the flavor of her own fluids on the smaller mouth.

	"When you get back, don't go in anyone else's car," Randi said. "You're mine and I've got a lot of plans for you, get it?"

	"Yes," Dahlia agreed. "And you're my first."

	"Damn, you're making me hungry," Randi growled before she pushed Dahlia to the seat. 

	The little girl landed on her back with her legs flailing and Randi going face-first between them. It would be longer before the six year-old's legs closed again.

	Sandra was back with Chyna when the limo returned. She was curious to see how Dahlia was after her first job. But Mr. Deevers (she didn't know if that was his real name) had always treated her quite well. 

	One of the rear doors opened and Dahlia slid out until her sneakered feet found the ground. She looked a little flushed and her gait was slightly wobbly but she appeared to be fine, otherwise. When the limo pulled away, she turned to wave.

	Chyna wanted to ask her how she was but was too nervous. Sandra was not as encumbered.

	"How did you like Mr. Deevers?" she asked.

	Dahlia shook her head.

	"There wasn't a man. It was a big girl and we licked kitties and I wriggled."

	A big girl? This was a new wrinkle but Sandra could only shrug.

	"Did she pay you?" she asked Dahlia.

	The little girl nodded and then grinned proudly as she held up a huge bag of gummy bears.


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