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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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story_codes: M/g(10) Man/pre-teen girl, cons

story_intro: Sam comes looking for someone with whom his brother, currently in the hospital, has been having an affair. Sam is ready to give this woman, someone named Sandra, a good old Bible-based, fire and brimstone, revivalist sermon so that she can mend her sinful ways and save her soul. What he's not ready for is how his brother's temptation comes packaged in a minimally dressed, preteen body. Then Sandra gets - and gives - some religion. Hallelujah!


story_language: English






Getting Directions, Story 21

Written by madvlad


	Todd wasn't fucking his little niece anymore. It hadn't been a moral decision - far from it. But for a little more pay, he had switched to the night shift at the gas station convenience store that was an easy walk from the trailer park. The trade-off had been that he was no longer alone with Dolly, the daughter of his wife's sister, while his wife worked evenings in the city.

	Although she hadn't enjoyed his attentions, Dolly was obedient and merely cried as he reamed her seven year-old cunt from virginal to unwilling slut status. But he didn't need her approval for him to take pleasure as he repeatedly sank his cock into the plush, bald snatch between her spread legs. In the end, Todd took satisfaction of knowing that she had learned that her purpose in the world was to please men.

	He wondered, despite her earlier tears, if she missed his cock. She probably did. With him working nights, she now spent her nights at the mobile home of a neighbor named Dwayne. Dwayne was a trucker who was often away for a few nights but his niece, Chyna, was apparently okay by herself for these short durations. That kid was only a couple of years older than Dolly but Todd had never heard of her being any trouble.

	Hell, Dwayne had also taken in an even younger neighbor girl, Mary or...Marissa. Yeah, Dolly had said her name was Marissa. Anyway, there were other neighbors that Chyna could call if there was any real trouble. Tonight, the three girls were alone together.

	Todd snorted and wondered how lonely Dolly was without a man's prick inside of her. Little did he know that his niece was becoming popular as an underage bondage sex princess. Nor would he have expected that all three girls at this moment lay naked and tangled together after a lengthy session of lesbian sex orchestrated by Chyna. Every bald pussy had been hot and drooling for hours. Dolly's third and final orgasm of the evening had come courtesy of Chyna eating her seven year-old cunny. Dolly's lusty cries were somewhat muffled since she had Marissa's tiny twat in her own mouth.

	As for Todd, he had discovered that the night shift had added benefits that weren't on the books. Many teens that inhabited the trailer park and other nearby places liked alcohol and cigarettes. But since they were underage, they were shit out of luck - or at least the boys were. The girls had to pay money for the goods but Todd had established a work program to help the girls avoid the obstacle of having no identification to prove they were of legal age.

	Actually, it hadn't been Todd who had started it. A sixteen year-old after a pack of smokes had boldly suggested it. Believing it a trap, he told her to get lost but by the time he had been propositioned for the sixth time in half as many nights, he understood how things worked from midnight to sunrise.

	Even if the girls weren't as young as Dolly, they were still young. Their tits (and some barely had any) were firm and their young cunts were still tight. Better yet, they had more enthusiasm than Dolly since they were going to get a reward.

	A present, Todd had his customer on her knees behind the counter as she prepared to get a pass on a six-pack of beer. Originally, he was going to fuck her but when he saw a police cruiser park in the gas station lot, he thought it was less risky to have her hidden and him standing as if all was perfectly well.

	After waiting a few minutes for the cop to come in, Todd gave up and unzipped his fly. The girl did the rest. Sometimes, the police simply parked here to do paperwork and act as a deterrent for any criminal activities. If the cop ever did wander in for, say, the proverbial donut, he'd only find a very alert night clerk waiting to take his money.

	Todd had briefly imagined what would happen if the cop discovered what was happening.

	"Gee, Officer, she's only fourteen? She sucks like she's twenty-two. Here, maybe you should investigate this yourself."

	Todd chuckled just as the girl's tongue slid over the head of his penis. Then he made his face go neutral as the door chime rang. It wasn't the cop; it was a man from the trailer park. Todd recognized him as the stepdaughter for one of Dolly's friends. The guy's name was Vern or something like that. His stepdaughter was a sassy-looking blonde girl who was a few years older than Dolly but had taken her on like a big sister would.

	Todd hoped that the blonde girl would develop a taste for tobacco and booze in a few years. Those pouty lips of hers would be magic around his dick once he taught her how to please a man. Maybe he'd be the one to bust her cherry like he had done for Dolly.

	Anyway, Vern - or whatever his name was - looked terrible; like he had come in last place in an ass-kicking contest. His face was mottled with bruises and scabs but the odd thing was that some were fresher than others. What the hell was going on in that trailer? Vern's wife didn't look like she could do much to him on the off chance that Vern had been touching her daughter in some of the wrong places.

	But someone - or some ones - had been giving Vern a regular beating. As it was, Vern's eyes darted nervously about before he skittered to the coolers to get two six packs of beer and a bottle of cheap whiskey from a shelf nearby.

	The young teen on her knees now had full suction on Todd's cock and was sliding back and forth along it as Vern paid for his bottles. Todd maintained his bland faade to mask both his arousal from below and his curiosity about Vern.

	Van stepped outside and looked about again. He held a six-pack in one hand while the other held the other six-pack and the plastic bag with his whiskey bottle.

	They were everywhere. Those commie, white-hating terrorists who had been giving him sneak attacks. Night time was the only time he felt safe to make his supply run but now he seemed in the clear. Hell, there was even a cop car here.

	Now there was an idea! The police were supposed to protect and serve so what better way than to safely drive him home? After all, his taxes paid their salaries. (Van did not bother to consider that his fake disability made him a drain on the tax system instead of a contributor.)

	As Van sauntered toward the cruiser, the door opened and a young officer got out. Good, the guy was white - he'd understand. As Van opened his mouth to make his request, the officer suddenly became very quick like a video at higher speed. Van couldn't be sure what exactly happened until the cop's fist crashed into his already broken nose and sent him down in a heap.

	Van's purchases went flying. Upon landing, the whiskey bottle and eleven of twelve beer bottles shattered. Then the police officer stomped the unbroken beer to make it join its brethren. Satisfied on that front, the cop pulled out his cell phone and took a photo of Van before texting it to the group with a single word.

	In his trailer, Ted awoke from a light sleep as his phone buzzed. Opening the text message, he saw the bloodied visage of Sandra's raping stepfather with the running count of face-punches typed below.

	Fourteen.

	"Good morning, Van!" Sandra chirped loudly.

	Her sweet smile grew wider when she heard him groan from the dank shadows of what passed for a master bedroom in their mobile home. If kept up, these places could be quite nice. But the bedroom that Sandra's mother and Van shared smelled of cheap tobacco smoke, stale beer, and old sweat. It was an odor that Sandra equated to bad sex.

	But her stepfather hadn't been up for sex ever since he had mysteriously become the target of seemingly random punches to the face. Sandra suspected that Ted, the young, disfigured Army veteran, had something to do with it even if he hadn't done all of the attacks himself. But Ted wouldn't say and Sandra knew well enough that Van was a big enough asshole to earn retribution from a variety of people.

	"Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" she called out.

	"Mwwrraaannngghhhh," he replied in a negative tone.

	There were blinds on the windows that had once been white before years of dust and tobacco smoke had accumulated and the girl opened them to let the morning sunlight flood into the room.

	"Now that should cheer you up!" she proclaimed.

	"Bllaaahhhh Gnngddmm!"

	The stained sheets humped up like an elephant caught in quicksand as Van threw them over his head and rolled away from the cheery golden glow like a vampire with a hangover.

	"Mmmmwwwmmm," groaned Van.

	"You're welcome," Sandra sweetly replied before leaving the trailer to join her friends on the hill.

	She had been there for twenty minutes before a familiar car approached. It was one of her regulars and when she went to the vehicle, she found the driver was not the same although he did bear some resemblance.

	That his brother, Thad, was in the hospital after a workplace accident was no surprise to Sam. For surely it was divine retribution for Thad's denial of his righteous upbringing. Sam, on the other hand, had become like his father and was a stalwart deacon of the church who girded his loins with his faith in the Lord.

	After Thad was hospitalized, Sam being the good brother that he was - even if he had no authorization from Thad - went to Thad's apartment to sort things out and make sure that bills were paid and that perishable things in the refrigerator didn't become penthouse high-rises for mold and spoilage. And it gave him an opportunity to delve into the details of his brother's sinful life. But it was only his Christian duty, after all. Snooping in the name of Jesus.

	Thad's computer was well-encrypted and Sam was unable to access much of it. There could be no doubt that the protected files were rife with evil degradation and perversions of all imaginable sorts. Sam often tried to imagine these things before praying in a cold shower so that he wouldn't be tempted to expose his sinful ideas to his wife.

	While Thad's e-mail was protected, Sam could access his calendar and noted the name, Sandra, on it regularly. Thad's credit card statements, at least, were accessible as Thad had given Sam the passcodes so they could be paid along with his other online bills. Sam found that on two of the dates marked for this Sandra, there had been gasoline purchases made at a certain station. An online map showed that it was near a trailer park. Did this Sandra live there?

	Another set of purchases on those dates were for a room at a nearby motel. Good heavens! No doubt this Sandra didn't want her neighbors, some of whom might be God-fearing folk, to see her entertaining a strange man in her home. Why, Sandra might even be married!

	Well, it was time for Sandra to hear the word of the Lord from the mouth of a man who was true to the faith as dictated by the Ballantine Avenue Church of the Salvation. She had no idea what was coming for her.

	Of course, he had to find her, first. Taking Thad's car might help in case she recognized it. Proud of his sleuthing so far (pride was a sin but in this case, it was for a just cause), Sam drove off to confront sin at the Knobby Shoals Mobile Homes Estates.

	When he arrived at the entrance, he saw a myriad of young girls sitting about on the sloped area off the road. One girl, slim and blonde rose and approached. Sam certainly didn't approve of the skimpy cut-off shorts she wore beneath the t-shirt that exposed part of her belly. It was for good reason that people wore robes in the times of Jesus - they knew that bared skin was a sin and didn't have the internet and Hollywood and rock and roll and television (the non-Christian channels) to tell them otherwise.

	But at least she was friendly and she poked her head into the passenger side window. Seeing Sam, she looked puzzled. But that was good for Sam - she might know who this wanton woman was.

	"My brother Thaddeus will be in the hospital for several weeks," Sam primly explained. "And I shall be, er...taking his place in certain matters."

	"Oh, sure!" Sandra replied with a wide grin. "I can tell you guys must be brothers. You look a lot alike."

	Then she surprised Sam by opening the door and sliding in like she was welcome.

	"So, you know I'm Sandra," she went on easily. "Are we going to the Shady Pines?"

	Sam was aghast. This...child was Sandra? Oh, she was certainly quite young. Along with her size, her lack of bosoms beneath her brief t-shirt testified to that. Sam double-checked her chest again to be sure and then averted his eyes. It was unseemly for a proper man to stare at a woman's bosoms - or her lack thereof. Fortunately, he and his wife always performed their marital activities in the dark so that there would be no uncomfortable staring.

	And then there were those legs. Small, yes, but smoothly tanned to a lush gold and with some shapeliness that made the eyes want to caress them...

	Sam jerked his eyes back to the road as he was now driving. When he examined Sandra again, he noted how her sun tan went all the way up and seemingly under her shorts. So she dressed like that all the time in the light of God's day? Simply sinful!

	As he drove the girl to the motel where a thunderous preaching awaited her, Sam kept checking her figure to reaffirm just how sinful her appearance was. That his member was starting to stiffen to a marital activity state just proved how unseemly Sandra appeared. His eyes went from the road to the right again and the display of preteen flesh.

	Yes...positively sinful.

	The rooms at the Shady were cheaply furnished but clean. As Sam checked in, he scowled at the clerk who gave him a knowing leer as if Sam was one of those worshippers for perversion.  After he got the key, Sandra left the car to follow him into the room.

	Once inside, Sam assumed his preaching stance, standing with his feet spread as he subtly shifted his weight from his heels to the balls of his feet and back again. Once his sermon was up to full steam, he'd be rocking. It was how his father did it at church and Sam did the same the few times he had been allowed to fill in.

	Along with his bible, Sam had a notebook with quotes and talking points arranged by need. There were, of course, the lectures on sin. Also quite necessary were those on the importance of tithing to the church. And then there were pages that covered other topics such as counseling and the like. All of those were shorter and had references that conveniently led back to the sins and tithes pages.

	Finding the one he wanted on temptation (that was always a good opener), Sam confidently looked up and nearly dropped the whole damned binder.

	Sandra stood there, smiling. Sam was spared the sight of her revealing attire as that had all been discarded. Now she was revealed.

	The girl was golden nearly everywhere. Only the tiny triangles of white around her flat nipples and the small inverted triangle over smooth and slightly puffy vulva broke the completeness. Seductively running her hands down her slender figure, Sandra licked her upper lip.

	"You and your brother have the same tastes," she cooed as he saw his fevered eyes roaming over her. "Do you want to taste me?"

	Flustered, Sam returned his eyes to his notebook. The letters were there but the words no longer made sense. They were jumbled everywhere. He tried to concentrate, but the print refused to obey. And then his belt became unbuckled, of all things!

	Unbuckled?

	Sam held his notebook to one side just as Sandra opened his pants.

	"What do you think you're doing?" he gasped.

	"Oh, don't worry," she replied. "I know all the ways that Thad likes to do it. I'm sure you like it the same and I'll take care of you."

	"Now see here...awp!"

	Kneeling Sandra jerked the man's pants and underwear down to expose his penis. It was only at half-mast but Sandra knew just how to handle that. She slipped the head between her lush lips, clamping them around the indentation just after the glans. Her tongue stabbed hard at the meat, kneading it with all of her strength and to Sam it felt grossly swollen while in the little girl's mouth.

	But this was sodomy, he realized. Or a form of it. Yes, oral sodomy. Why, his wife would never dare to do such a thing nor would he even think to suggest it. Oh, the spit-rich treatment of his head was wondrous but this was certainly not right. And one of her hands was between her legs and...oh no...she was touching herself in a most un-Christian way. And she sounded quite...moist?

	But Sam consoled himself that this wasn't full sodomy - just the end was in the girl's mouth. That didn't really count, did it? Then Sandra moved her mouth down his length, those incredible lips nearly skinning his penis as she quickly brought him to full erection on the first sweep. She did...she got all of him in her mouth. Oh, my the Lord works in mysterious ways...wait a minute, this was Satan's doing, not God's!

	Mentally apologizing to the Lord, he managed to croak out the word "no". Sandra stopped and released him, much to the relief of his faith and to the anguish of his prick.

	"Well, you want to get right down to the best part, don't you?" Sandra noted as she stood. "Sometimes Thad's horny like that, too."

	Deftly, Sandra reached up and gripped Sam's shoulders. Then she leapt, partly pulling with her arms until she was able to swing her legs out and wrap them around the sides his waist. Then she was maneuvering her hips and Sam could feel something warm and damp brushing across the tip of his hard-on. The feeling returned and then was pressing down. He could feel the fleshiness and an indentation and he suddenly realized she was trying to mount him.

	Reflexively, he tried to step away but the preteen was locked to him and the pants bunched just below his knees sealed his fate. Failing as he lost his balance, Sam dropped the notebook. The pages fluttered before the entire thing landed with a missive to teen boys about the dangers of masturbation was facing upward.

	Likewise, Sam was also facing upward as he landed backwards onto the bed. Sandra laughed and unhooked her legs from him.

	"You were supposed to hold my butt and help me get it in, silly!"

	"Get it...?

	"Don't worry, Sam," she said kindly. "I got it. Ooh! You're as big as your brother."

	With his mouth agape, Sam watched as the lithe young blonde held his dick in place before she lowered her bald snatch onto it. She was dripping as the head sank between her chubby labia. For a moment, the smallness of her opening held him at bay before he suddenly popped in and experienced the hot crush of a ten year-old's cunt gobbling his meat.

	It was like with her mouth all over again but so incredibly snug. And she was slick in there, her underage sex watering not unlike the way she had salivated around his meat earlier. She couldn't fit all of his length in but most of Sam's rod was now captured by the overheated child and her ravenous twat.

	Sandra's torso undulated, her taut belly and flat chest arcing and collapsing in curving motions as she rode the man's prick. Stunned, Sam watched the girl using him to pleasure herself. He had never known anything other than the proper position of a man on top of the woman - the suitably named missionary position that he and his wife used during their bi-monthly relations. But what the little girl was doing was so enticing to watch that...that it must be bad for the soul.

	More than sight of this vixen was the feel of her...

	"Lord Almighty!" he gasped.

	Her prepubescent sheath tugged at him as she rode upward and then smothered his cock with her slickness as she plunged down. She was tighter than his wife; more urgent than the partner who always lay still beneath him while fulfilling her obligations of the marriage bed. Sam felt his own lust boiling while Sandra twisted and pistoned on his prick, grinding her hairless little pussy on him. Her tongue, the tongue that had touched him so intimately, was now playing over the parted lips of her mouth. It glistened so...

	"Help me, Jesus!"

	The girl's panted moans matched his own ragged breathing. Sam's balls were felt hugely swollen as the ten year-old's twat gripped him inside. Her smooth mound was lewdly spread, the labia shiny with the same liquid that polished his member.

	"God in Heaven!" the man moaned as he felt himself becoming weightless.

	Only the youngster kept him earthbound as she pounded her sweet, succulent cunt on his cock with lustful abandon. She took his hands and brought him to her sweat-drenched young chest. There was nothing there; no development of flesh. But then he felt her nipples - so tiny yet pointed with stiffness. Goaded by his addled state, he pinched them and twisted.

	Sandra gave an animal yell and slammed her pubic bone against his hardness, driving the first wave of her orgasm through her loins. As the girl's snatch convulsed while sliding down his prick, Sam erupted.

	"Praise the Lord!" he wheezed as long jets of his thick, reserved-for-the-wife semen poured instead into the ten year-old's body.

	"Amen," Sandra crooned as their climaxes tapered off.

	He had sinned. His penis, now limp, was sticky with her wetness; the juices of the forbidden fruit. Guilt and ecstasy whirled inside of him as he lay on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he sought answers in the random patterns of the cheap stucco.

	Then her fingers closed around him down there. There was something wet but...

	He raised his head and groaned as he saw Sandra languidly licked at his member. She was licking her own fluids from him - so sinful and stirring.

	Sandra felt just how stirring as blood began to increase in the place she was attending. Smiling at her strange but oddly amusing customer, she gave his dick another long, slow sweep of her tongue.

	"Good," she said as she gazed at the elongating penis in her fingers before looking back at Sam's face. "I need you to take me to church again."


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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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