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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, July 19, 2019

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: gettin26.txt
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story_codes: Man/little girl, M/g(8), cons

story_intro: A returning customer plays out one of his favorite fantasies by getting it on with a girl in the back seat of an old 50's Chevy. In this case, though, the girl is no teen but a little eight year-old who gradually gets disrobed before giving herself in to the man between her smooth little thighs.


story_language: English








Getting Directions, Story 26

Written by madvlad


	With the engine purring under the hood, the 1956 Chevy Bel Air cruised toward the hill. With generous helpings of chrome and white trim, the car was primarily cherry red - "cherry-picking red" as described by the original owner who had relieved more than a few young girls of their hymens in the back seat. The current owner of the vehicle was a product of one such moment.

	His father had done the honorable thing and had married the girl after she ran off with him before her parents or the sheriff had any inkling about what was growing in the fifteen year-old's womb. Throughout her life, she had remained petite and kept her husband's physical attraction to her. She knew the man was too randy to stay celibate as he cruised his sales routes in the following years and decades in that same Bel Air. But he always returned to her home cooking after having his snacks on the road.

	His clients knew the car quite well and admired how he kept it up - not just as a showpiece but as a running machine. Reputation was everything and although he made enough in his career to buy the latest models on wheels, he was completely faithful to that Chevrolet if not to his marriage.

	Now the old man was gone but his son, Vince, carried on the cherry-hunting tradition. His favorite safari grounds for young pussy were coming up on the right. Of course, the girls there almost always had their virginity gone but they were still so tight and willing as they opened their legs for ridiculously low sums of money. Vince knew his dad would enjoy drilling into those bald little slits.

	Last year, Vince had actually found a virgin here. Shania was seven years old then, skilled with her mouth thanks to her older brothers. She had wriggled and squealed beneath him as she was popped and even after but she was never distressed. In fact, she was immensely pleased in her feminine little way to be just like the other girls. It had also cost Vince another hour or so to clean the stains from the back seat but hers had certainly not been the first there.

	Today, he was trying a new girl as he liked to sample the preteen buffet here. There had certainly never been a bad dish. Today's entre was a girl new to Knobby Shoals, Lindsay. Feeling nostalgic for her father's old stories, he had requested that she wear the clothing that one of the girls had stashed. Although only eight, Lindsay would be looking like a teeny bopper from the year this car was minted.

	Chyna stretched one arm straight out behind her and held up a finger to signal for a brief wait. With her other hand, she carefully finished applying Lindsay's lipstick - the only makeup that Vince was ever interested. Then Lindsay stood, brushing a bit of grass from her poodle skirt and thanked her friend. Then she went to the classic auto idling nearby to give a man some directions.

	Dolly, Marissa, and Dahlia stopped their game of tag to watch and wave goodbye to Lindsay.

	"Your sister is so lucky," Dahlia sighed. "She gets to play dress-up."

	"I got to dress up like a kitty-cat before," Marissa said. "A man told me to call him Grandpa and I gave him 'irections and played kitty-cat with doggies."

	"Wow!" exclaimed an impressed Dahlia before she turned to Dolly. "Do you get to dress up when you give directions?"

	"Sort of," the redhead replied. "The men dress me up in ropes and handcuffs and stuff. One had another lady with him and she helped him play with me."

	They were parked in an empty field on a bluff overlooking the river. To the northwest was the hazy silhouette of the city's skyline but Vince's attention was solely on the companion he had joined in the back seat after parking.

	Lindsay was sitting sideways in his lap, her open mouth to his as he tongued her. The charade of teenage hijinks from a bygone decade was underway as he had one hand one her bare knee beneath the skirt while the other one caressed the flatness behind her blouse. Back in the day, the guy had to take it slowly or else the girl would put a stop to it. Lindsay, of course, was there to let him do whatever he wanted although he took his time somewhat to prolong the anticipation of having her.

	First one button and then a second were undone on her blouse. He pushed his tongue against hers as he started to slide his hand in. But she was too small and he had to get another button out of the way before he could slide his hand inside. Without the barrier of a bra, the eight year-old's un-sprouted tits were now his to freely fondle. She was warm there; warm and smooth like the flesh of her thigh as his hand rode up there.

	Murmuring against the man's tongue, Lindsay felt his fingers against her panties, molesting her girlish place through the cloth barrier before his fingers curled around her waistband. She shifted her bottom as Vince pulled on her undies. They slid over her little ass cheeks and then it was short work to get them down to her ankles. Remaining compliant, Lindsay let him maneuver one of her legs to get her foot free of her panties and leave them wadded around her other ankle.

	Vince gently eased Lindsay backward until she was lying on the large seat. As he unfastened his pants, Vince drank in the sight of the mostly naked little girl waiting for him. Her gray eyes were expectant and her mouth hung open slightly. And it was a mouth of a naughty girl, the kind who made out with her boyfriend in the back of the car until her carefully applied bright red lipstick was now a smear. With her blouse unbuttoned and pulled free of her skirt, Lindsay's nipples, stiffened by Vince's fingers, were free to lick if he wanted.

	After indulging with a taste, he pushed up her skirt, leaving her legs completely bare down to her ankles where she still wore shoes and socks. Around the one was her panties, rolled and dangling and no longer protecting her chastity. He spread her legs and fingered her bald snatch until her breathing became more pronounced and her wetness was evident. Pushing his pants off, the man lowered himself onto the child.

	The round smoothness of her vulva met him before her labia parted like soft, moist curtains around his head. Entering the eight year-old slowly, he let her expand to take him and he felt his member enveloped by her liquidy heat. He found her cervix and pressed against it lightly while gauging how much he had managed to fit inside her. Giving up, he lifted himself just enough to see his tool widening Lindsay's hairless mound with maybe half of it buried inside the child.

	Then he lowered himself once more and clutched the girl to him with one hand in the middle of her back and the other squeezing her pert young buttocks to pull her hips to him while he gave short thrusts inside her underage quim. Lindsay's head was turned to the side and she grunted with every push that stretched her tiny cunt and made some juices squirt from the close seal of the union.

	She was almost completely covered by the man with only one foot - the one with the loose panties above it, sticking out to one side. Her prepubescent twat squeezed him exquisitely while the modest length of her sensitive tunnel was rubbed by the engorged meat. As the man moved lewdly between her spread legs, the little girl's grunts became sultrier with a hint of lustful whine to them.

	Mauling the child's ass with his kneading fingers, Vince used Lindsay like the undersized sex toy she had become. Jammed full of adult cock, she squirmed against him as her snug cuntlet was pillaged. She could feel the tendrils of excitation twisting in her loins but Vince beat her to a climax, his prick pulsing inside her narrow tubing as he saturated her eight year old baby making place.

	Nearly an hour later, Lindsay finally got what she had been craving. She was upright with her arms over the top of the front seat, hanging on as her now totally bare body was dick-skewered from below. Her nipples rubbed against upholstery, agitating her further while her bald little twat was once again churned by a manly dick. Groaning helplessly, she quivered on the thrusting meat, letting her tight snatch flood the member with her nectar. Even once her orgasm was fading, the child trembled as she felt the next reaction of the thing sliding inside her and awaited the next hot load of cream to burst inside her.


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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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