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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, July 15, 2019

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Filename: gettin25.txt
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story_codes: Man/preteen girl, M/g(10), cons

story_intro: Playgrounds are supposed to be an innocent part of childhood. But a customer has a rather kinky idea when it comes to swings and Sandra gets to try it for a ride - and then some.


story_language: English






Getting Directions, Story 25

Written by madvlad


	Van looked up from his seat at the cracked Formica table in the kitchen as his stepdaughter walked by. Giving him a cheery goodbye, she opened the door and proceeded down the precarious cemented cinderblock stairs in front of the trailer in a bouncy gait. The action made her very short denim skirt lift with each step and showed Van the yellow panties pulled snugly over the saucy little globes of the ten year-old's ass.

	The twitch in his crotch was a welcome return for him and he managed a small grin in his slowly healing face. Going any wider would still hurt too much. For reasons he couldn't fathom (but nonetheless blamed on any combination of the government, rappers, cable news channels, the Kardashians, communists, and international capitalist bankers), he had regularly been getting slugged in the  face at random times and locations. His swollen mug had put him in genuine agony - enough to take some of the unsold pain medications his doctor prescribed for his phantom back injury.

	For four days, now, he had laid low in the trailer, not even venturing to the convenience store for a beer run after two such attempts had left him lying unconscious in the dirt with new facial alterations. The swelling was abating somewhat as was the pain.

	After the assaults began, Van's own assaults on Sandra had been put on hold. The physical agony and shame had driven down his formidable sex drive. Had he considered the psychology of his situation, he would have understand that part of his abuse of his stepdaughter was a function of having utter control of another human being and with his humiliation, the sense of mastery was gone and Sandra could sense it. (Of course, psychology was part of the larger conspiracy of academics and Van had no use for that crap.)

	The lithe blonde paraded about in her revealing shorts and skirts and even just her undies. All Van could do was watch as Sandra's preteen body was displayed while he couldn't even get it up. But now the twitch in his pants was a good sign - the old Van was returning and he'd soon have his young stepdaughter naked and crammed with cock while begging for it all. 

	Alone in the trailer while his wife was in the city, Van allowed himself the luxury of lurid fantasies while his dormant penis was at last revived. He had begun to rub his crotch when a polite knock intruded on the imagined squeals from Sandra as she took it up the ass, hard. When the knock repeated, he grumbled and got up from the table. Maybe it was Sandra's fat little friend, Chyna. He had considered her before and she would do at the moment as Van hated to see a perfectly good hard-on go to waste.

	He opened the door to find a politely smiling girl there but it wasn't Chyna. This girl's hair was lighter brown in color and hung straight down instead of Chyna's darker curls. She was also older; about in her mid-teens but with a well-scrubbed appearance that screamed innocence. Unlike Van's cock-tease of a step-daughter, this girl was quite demurely dressed in black shoes and white knee socks. The slightest amount of bare skin showed at her knees before her upper legs were covered by a black skirt. Her white blouse was properly buttoned with just the top one unbuttoned to allow a gold cross to hang out for display. In her hands in front of her was clutched a black hard-covered book emblazoned with a gold cross.

	"Good morning, sir," the girl began while maintaining a smile that spoke of orthodonture in recent years. "My name is Kristy Lewis of the Avondale Church of Christ. Could you spare a few minutes to hear about the glory of God?"

	Van pictured her calling out God's name while he had her bent over the kitchen table. Managing an uneven grimace that he tried to pass off as a smile, he ushered her in. As Kristy climbed the steps, her skirt hiked up to show the lower part of her well-toned thighs. All that walking from door to door must be good for the muscles.

	After Kristy passed him through the door, Van took another look outside.

	"Are you out here on your lonesome?" he asked.

	"I'm never alone with the Lord beside me," Kristy replied sweetly.

	"Oh yes, praise the Lord," Van agreed as he mentally undressed her.

	Although her clothing was not tight, he could tell that she had some tits inside that blouse. Not much there but they would be so teenage firm in his hands. Her hips covered by the skirt were slim but maybe they'd be breeder's hips by the time he got done with her. Having gone nearly two weeks without shooting his wad inside his old lady or her daughter left him with enough Van seed boiling in his balls to get this bible-thumping young cunt knocked up twice.

	"Sir, do you know the power of this book?" the girl gushed as she held it up.

	Van shrugged.

	"Please let me show you, then," Kirsty politely continued.

	She brought the book down and then swung it up with a vicious underhand movement that drove the edge of the spine right into the lower part of the bulge that Van was sporting in his pants. 

	"Guk!" he wheezed as he dropped to his knees with his eyes bugging out from the mottled countenance of his red and purple face.

	Kristy's next swing was horizontal, connecting against the right side of Van's face. He started to shriek before unconsciousness rescued him. Kristy found a dish towel that didn't look overly filthy and carefully dabbed the blood that Van had rudely smeared on the holy book with his face. He was also staining the floor now but Kristy hadn't come here for housekeeping.

	Digging her cell phone out from the small purse hanging from her shoulder, she aimed it at Van and took a photo. Then she texted it onto a widening group of friends - friends of her brother, Lyle. Lyle was still rehabbing at the VA hospital in the city, learning to get around in a wheelchair. When Kristy turned sixteen last week, he gave her the keys to his car that he would never drive again. He had already shared with her the "project" that his veteran friends were doing.

	Kristy was slightly short for her age but, with Lyle's coaching, had perfected the method for bringing the larger man down to an easier reach so she could give him the crowning hit. The pain had made him pass out more easily and although she had completed what she came here for, she knew better than to stay around for when he woke up. Part of the art was to make him keep wondering who was out to get him.

	She let herself out and walked to Lyle's - now her - car parked a few trailers away. The mid-morning sun glowed warmly on her face as she whistled "What a Friend We Have in Jesus".

	While her stepfather was slumbering after receiving the word of God, Sandra found a comfortable spot on the hill. Dolly, Marissa, and the newly arrived Dahlia were involved in a game that might have been tag - it certainly involved running around and giggling. Lindsay, Chyna, and Maxie were relaxing in the grass and waved to Anita and another girl as they got into a van with two men in need of "directions".

	"Already busy," Sandra noted as she noted the smaller number of girls than usual. 

	"Brandy's mom took her somewhere," Chyna said as she fixed a high ponytail in Lindsay's hair. The other girl was wearing blouse and poodle skirt that made her look like a 50's girl. The clothing was stashed at Chyna's house along with other costumes that customers provided. Having worn Lindsay's getup before, Sandra knew which customer had arranged this date.  "Kelsie, Margie, Danica, Shania, and Luanne got picked up one at a time," Chyna went on. "Lindsay's guy will be coming soon - Vince. And you've got a date already set, right?"

	"Yup," confirmed Sandra as she patted the skirt that barely covered her panties when she stood. "This is what Kinky Kenny wanted me to wear."

	Chyna whooped, rolling a fist in the air. Ken, or "Kinky Kenny" always had a new angle with whichever girl he chose. His little prostitutes never minded as he always gave them a good time. Chyna had been his last girl two weeks ago and she had been too overcome with giggles to say much. 

	Sandra couldn't get a word out of her best friend as Chyna was nearly in tears from laughter. Finally managing some measure of control, Chyna went to the convenience store with Sandra but burst out laughing again as she selected her purchase - a can of spray whipped cream. Sandra followed Chyna back to her Chyna where, once inside, they stripped and Chyna showed her what Kinky Kenny had been doing earlier. Now Sandra laughed.

	Then she came a half hour later with Chyna joining her.

	"This is more-low key than what I did with Chyna a couple of weeks ago," Ken remarked to Sandra as they drove away from the hill. "But it's been a fantasy of mine. By the way, did Chyna mention what we did last time?"

	Sandra's face reddened and she covered her mouth in an effort to keep from laughing.

	"She mentioned a couple of things, I think," the girl finally managed to say.

	Having money to spend, Ken had bought a house a few miles from the trailer park in an average, middle class suburb. In the basement, he often had his latest idea set up unless he was just going to try something in the bedroom. Sandra knew he lived across the river in the city, but out here, no one really paid attention to him.

	While Chyna had been in the bedroom with Ken and several spray cans of whipped cream, Sandra followed Ken to the basement where he proudly showed her his latest work. It was anchored to one of the rafters and was suspended by two chains. 

	"Wow," she remarked uncertainly. "It's a swing."

	"Great, huh?" Ken enthused. "And it's just the right height."

	Sandra considered this for a moment before her lush red lips formed an "O" as she understood. Seeing her mouth like that made Ken consider altering his plans but he decided to stick with what he had set up.

	Sandra's first part was easy - to simply ride on the swing. Ken had lighting established so that he could capture her crotch at the end of her forward motion while he made a video. Obliging as ever, Sandra swing with her legs spread wide to force the hem of her short skirt even higher. Now the preteen's smooth thighs pointed the way to the swelling of her snatch encased behind thin yellow cotton. 

	After five minutes, Ken directed her to the next scene. Soon, Sandra was swinging again with her legs open again. But the yellow panties were gone and now her smooth cunny was on display. The angle of her legs made the rounded lips of her twat part just enough to display a tantalizing sliver of childish pink between them. 

	The man's gaze and the unblinking focus of the camera on her privates perverted what had been an innocent activity for Sandra. And she loved it. Licking her lips, she wriggled her ass against the seat as she kept swinging.

	"Is this getting you hot?" he asked.

	"It sure is," Sandra confirmed. "I'm wet there."

	Ken felt his mouth grow dry at the thought. But whatever she was feeling inside, it was not showing outside. He mentioned this and Sandra stopped swinging.

	"You want me to make my pussy wet on the outside?" she asked with a slight, adorable grin.

	"Please," he rasped.

	Keeping her legs open to give him a full view, Sandra inserted a finger into her bald slit.

	"Mmmm," she murmured as she twisted her digit before diddling herself. Her eyes closed and she worked the finger harder until her little honeypot was a bit noisy. "Ahhh. I think that worked. Do you like it?"

	When Ken nodded, Sandra withdrew her coated finger and beckoned him with it.

	"Would you like a taste?" she offered, giving Ken an impression of a girl scout offering a naughty cookie. He mentally filed that sudden inspiration away for another date.

	Ken took one lick of the child's juices from Sandra's finger and told her she could have the rest. Cooing her thank, she slid the digit into her mouth before pursing her generous lips around it. Slowly, she withdrew it, humming happily as she tasted her own sex.

	"You haven't had me and Chyna together for a while," Sandra remarked. "You should do it again 'cause I know she'd like to taste this, too,"

	"Yeah, I think Chyna likes girls as much as guys."

	"She sure does. Have you seen one of the newer girls - the real little one?"

	Ken recalled the smaller eyes candy he had observed while picking Sandra up.

	"The one with the curly blonde hair?"

	"That's Dahlia - she's new, too. But there's another one named Marissa. She's only five and now lives with Chyna and her uncle. Chyna has her every night and said that Marissa's a real juicy little thing."

	Now Ken expanded a possible Sandra & Chyna date to include an even tinier pussy. Maybe he could work the girl scout angle into that one - he could be the troop leader or whatever they were called. But with Sandra ready in the here and now, he nodded for her to return to her action.

	Oh damn, he thought as he swallowed hard. Sandra really had been getting moist inside. Now the ten year-old's bare snatch gleamed juicily over the soft labia. The seat beneath her crotch was shiny, too, and the hot little preteen was drooling there.

	When he first dreamt this up, he had a vision of Sandra swinging at full speed before impaling herself on his hard-on. But in real life, trying such a stunt would likely have him lying on the floor in a fetal position while clutching his injured favorite parts. (Unknown to him and Sandra, Van was doing that very same thing back in the trailer while wishing he was still unconscious.)

	Instead, he had Sandra lean back while holding the swing's chains so that a second, overhead video camera could capture the more intimate action. It was still awkward at first but he brought her in place before pulling her toward him to enter her sultry little cunt with his prick. Sandra's groans at her penetration matched the hot moisture her snatch was applying to his meat. 

	No matter how many times he had her, Ken was always in awe of how the little girl's quim hugged him so excruciatingly tight. Once he was embedded inside her, he gripped the swing with both hands and moved it back and forth. Sandra had to work to keep her butt from slipping on the swing but they got the rhythm down and soon they were both panting as they copulated.

	Ken drilled the ten year-old's hairless twat with his engorged member, making some of her copious fluids leak out when he filled her. When he pushed the swing away, Sandra's pussy sucked at his departing dick; the taut, sopping girl flesh desperately trying to keep him trapped as he moved inside her. Ken was able to last for a while before he could only do what Sandra's rippling little snatch demanded and shot his load inside her sleek body. 

	When she took her next swing ride, Sandra was now completely naked. Her smooth, golden figure shined like a treasure in the bright lights, highlighted by the skimpy patches of milk-white skin that a bikini sometimes covered. Ken was now sitting on the swing with Sandra in his lap, facing him. 

	She clutched at him, whimpering excitedly as she swung back and forth with greater force than she had used. All the while, the man's cock was embedded in her immature cunny. Her hairless lips were spread widely around the member and the heated liquid in her tunnel slid with the friction as the winging motion made her flex on his tool.

	Sandra hugged him tightly with her arms and clutched her legs around his waist. She was completely in his control and shifted her flat chest against his hairy one as her orgasm began to form. When she came, the little girl's cunt squeezed Ken's prick and Sandra moaned with the force of the carnal explosion taking her. 

	Burying her face against his shoulder, Sandra hugged him with a little less force now as he continued to swing. It took longer this time but she didn't mind; enjoying the ride until he pumped his hot cream into her prepubescent sex. The swing gradually slowed and then stopped as they sat in their embrace. It was Sandra who spoke first.

	"What's next?" she murmured contentedly.

	"I've got a few ideas still - variations on a theme," he replied. "But I'm thinking of something else for another time. What do you think about me adding a slide to this playground?"

	"I think the girls will be lining up to take turns," Sandra laughed. Then she kissed him on the nose. "But I want to be first."

	"Okay," Ken promised. "But I'm not in the mood to build a slide just now. But I do have some whipped cream left over from my last date with Chyna if you're interested in something else today."

	Sandra didn't say anything, but the responding clench of her young cunny on his cock answered him perfectly.


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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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