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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, September 06, 2018

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: gettin23.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(8) Men/young girl, spit roast, cons

story_intro: Maxie gets taken to a picnic of sorts by two men. Then she becomes one of the main courses.


story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 23

Written by madvlad


	"So then the guy comes out of the bathroom and he's wearing a clown costume!"

	"Whaaat?" Chyna giggled as Sandra fell over, howling.

	"Clowns are silly!" Marissa said to Dahlia who grinned and nodded readily, although neither of the smallest girls in the group completely understood where this story was going.

	"So..." Sandra wheezed as she tried to catch her breath. "Did you join the circus, Anita?"

	That broke Maxie up and she fell against another laughing eight year-old, Lindsay. Running a hand through her dark hair, Anita shrugged.

	"Sort of..."

	"Don't stop now!" Chyna begged.

	"Well," Anita continued. "He's got the make-up on, too - all red and white on his face. So then he comes up to me and unzipped these baggy pants - purple with polka dots - and out comes his prick and..."

	Now Anita couldn't help to pause and laugh.

	"And the head..." More laughing. "And the head...he's got it all painted up like his face and he...he...wanted me to kiss it and then suck him off."

	"The make-up? Eww!" Sandra noted as she made a face. "That couldn't taste good."

	"Nah, that was okay. He used icing on his dick instead."

	"Icing!" Dahlia and Marissa chorused with envy before Marissa turned to Anita.

	"If the clown man comes back with more icing, can I give him 'irections?" the five year-old asked sweetly.

	"I'll send him your way," the Hispanic girl agreed as she tousled Marissa's hair. "Oh, here comes a car. I don't recognize it."

	The others turned as well and none of them knew the vehicle. That was fine as some were rentals and then there were some new customers as well. Dahlia told Marissa she hoped it was more clowns.

	There were two of them and the girls could see them gesturing toward them and then each other as they had an animated conversation. Sandra, as usual, took the lead and slowly sashayed down toward the car. By the time she reached the passenger window, the occupants had already made up their mind. She turned and waved to a surprised Maxie.

	Maxie sat in the back of the car as the two men had a whispered conversation. They had complimented her on her figure, which surprised Maxie because she didn't think she had one as she was only very thin. But they assured her that as just what they wanted.

	"Lighter weight means you're easier for this," explained Hank.

	Hank's twin brother, Frank, was doing the driving.

	"What is easier?" asked Maxie.

	"Well, it started with a pork loin," Frank explained.

	"And it inspired us," added Hank.

	"So here you are," Frank finished.

	"And here we are," Hank said as they turned into the dirt driveway of one of those riverside cabins that people used for short vacations.

	"You always have to get the last word in." Frank grumbled.

	"Not always."

	"Yes always."

	"Not necessarily."

	"See, you did it again."

	"Did what?"

	"I'm not gonna answer."

	"Fine."

	As Maxie sat in the back listening to this exchange, she wondered if she had been drawn into another clown act. Then the brothers remembered she was there and brought her around to the back of the cabin. The patio faced the river although there were some trees blocking much of the view. There was a fire pit with a gas flame over which a hunk of meat slowly turned on a spit rotated by an electric motor. It sizzled as droplets of juice fell into the flames.

	Pointing to the meat, Frank explained how this gave the inspiration for what they wanted to do.

	"Our wives and kids think we're just having a twins' weekend. We've heard about you girls through the grapevine which is why we rented this place," Frank concluded."

	"It's kind of an underground grapevine," Hank clarified.

	"Right," sighed Frank.

	"Absolutely."

	Frank shifted his eyes to his brother, rolled them, and then went back to Maxie who suddenly looked very nervous.

	"You're not going to cook me are you?" she asked with a gulp.

	"Oh no!" Frank laughed. "If we wanted to do that, we would have selected a meatier girl like that one with all of the curly hair."

	"Dark brown curls," Hank slipped in.

	"Chyna," Maxie said.

	"Chyna," Frank nodded. "I'll have to remember her - she looks like she'd be a lot of fun, too - just more work than what we have in mind today. But we'll certainly have to get Chyna one of these days for some fun."

	"Chynese take-out!" Hank chimed in as Frank clapped a hand to his forehead.

	"We're not really related," Frank said to Maxie in sotto voce.

	"No, Frank," Hank said for Maxie's benefit. "We are blood relatives. Mom and Dad just always pretended you were adopted."

	"That was only to make me feel better about possibly sharing any genetic material with you."

	"You know," Hank replied, mercifully shifting the subject. "We've got this place and we've got some privacy with the tree line just like we wanted. So..."

	Maxie went from being a puzzled observer to a participant. One oddity (or perhaps, one more considering her present company) was that she was undressing outside. She was quite used to being nude in the company of others, particularly grown-ups. But all of those encounters had always been indoors. Now she felt more exposed being out in the open although the twin erections her customers sported let her know that the activities would be somewhat familiar. Hank applied some lube to his member which told her he would be having her in one of her two lower holes.

	It was Frank who lifted her so that she was facing his brother. While Hank aimed his penis, Frank lowered the girl onto him. She was facing Frank and saw his pleasured expression as her hairless cunny sank onto his hardness. The man's erection slowly disappeared between the girl's open thighs; the thick shaft somehow entering her slender body. Maxie managed to take half of him into her before her cervix halted him.

	Now Hank held her by one thigh and the small of her back. Frank was holding her shoulders and together the two men eased Maxie backward until she was horizontal. She couldn't help flailing slightly as she lost any control over her balance but the brothers made sure she didn't slip. During her descent, Maxie had lifted her head to watch Hank but now Frank gently put one hand on her forehead and tilted her head back and down.

	Now his dick came into view and Maxie understood his intent. Compliantly, she opened her mouth and allowed the man to insert his cock into her face. Closing her lips around him, she began to suck him, her tongue sliding back and forth over the member. With short strokes, the men worked their cocks in and out of the double-skewered little girl.

	Having learned fellatio as a toddler, Maxie was able to comfortably take Frank nearly to the back of her mouth. She slathered him in saliva which she constantly had to swallow. This gave the appearance that she was trying to gulp his dick down. At the other end, Hank's cock bored into the eight year-old's cunt, making it respond to the turgid presence by stretching and lubricating. Her juices squirted out with every thrust, washing over the bald twat lips bulging around the sliding meat. He managed to drive in more deeply, making Maxie's feet wriggle as short bursts of humming sounded in her throat.

	Naked in the summer breeze, the child remained suspended between the two adult pricks she serviced with her open mouth and straining pussy. Exchanging looks, the brothers started to slowly rotate the girl, making her wet interior flesh now also twist against and around the pounding cylinders of cock. Trapped, Maxie grunted and whined like the helpless creature she now was. When she had turned enough, she was able to see the pork loin roasting on the spit and understood the connection.

	Turning, penetrated, and oozing juices, the little girl was also now a piece of fuck meat. Plundering the slick orifices, the brother's ravaged their prepubescent sex feast. Maxie was now facing down and could see the stains on the patio pavers from the liquid escaping her heated snatch. The double pounding and the slow spinning continued until, with the perfect timing of twins, the two men basted the eight year-old at both ends with their jism.

	When she was released, Maxie found it hard to stand. Frank steadied her while Hank brought a patio chair over for her to sit. Then they left her alone. Woozy from her carnal activities, Maxie blinked in the sunlight as she tried to fathom their next intent.

	The brothers returned with a cooler and paper plates and bread. Using a barbecue fork and a knife, Hank trimmed off the outer layers of the loin while Frank layered the meat into sandwiches. Maxie noticed that seemed to take nearly as much pleasure in this as they had in her.

	Nearly.

	Still, the sandwich she was given was quite delicious. Like her little pussy had done, the meat dribbled its liquid all over and added more stains to Maxie's well-used body. No one seemed to mind as she swept it off of her lean chest and belly with her fingers before licking them clean. More of it reached her crotch where she tasted the mix of semen and her own nectar.

	After washing down her lunch with a Coke, Maxie yawned but then realized her work was not done. The brothers were hard again and this time she received Frank's prick in her snug and oozing little cunt. As she was lowered backward, she saw Hank at the ready. While his cock slid into her mouth, she could taste how it had been marinated by her pussy the previous time. Once she was well-stuffed with man-meat again, the tenderized eight year-old began to be turned and stroked for a second course.


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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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