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Filename: gettin28.txt
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story_codes: Man, young boy/little girl, Mm/g(5), incest, cons

story_intro: Five year-old Marissa has every one of her tiny holes plugged and creamed several times over but has no idea what the word 'incest' means. But today's adventure has plenty of it with her getting inseminated by a cousin and her paternal grandfather.


story_language: English






Getting Directions, Story 28

Written by madvlad


	"Oooohh! That's a fun man!" cried Marissa as she pointed a small finger toward the dark SUV slowing near the slope outside the trailer park. "That's who takes me to see the Grandpa man."

	Not yet noon, it had already been a day of high demand and Marissa, Dolly, and Dahlia were the only ones left as all of the other girls had left with customers requiring directions of some sort. Now Marissa bounced toward the stopped car as the passenger side front window slid down.

	"Hi, Mr. Driving Man!" she greeted the driver, an unsmiling man in a dark suit and sunglasses.

	Shriver nodded wordlessly before exiting to go around and open the rear door for her. Marissa scrambled in, her bubbling little butt bobbing in the air as she crawled onto the seat. Before Shriver could shut the door, she pointed to the other two girls.

	"Can Dolly and Dahlia come? They can give the Grandpa man 'irections, too."

	Shriver performed all manners of work for the powerful family that employed him and considered the idea of bringing two more little cunts along. It was outside of this job's parameters but had the son, Daniel, been there, he might have appreciated some extra fuck meat while Abner did his things with Marissa. But Daniel would only be there briefly and they had some other plans for Marissa today.

	"No - at least not today," he replied, giving the girl the longest sentence she had yet to hear from him. 

	Marissa waved to her friends as the SUV pulled away and accelerated. Shriver wasn't concerned about speed limits. If he was pulled over, the incident was soon forgotten by the apologetic officer after the license plate number had been run and they learned who the car was registered to.

	As they watched the vehicle drive off, Dolly turned to Dahlia. 

	"That's the one Marissa talked about before where she got to dress like a cat with the man who wants her to call him Grandpa."

	"Oh," Dahlia replied. She was new to this and hadn't gotten the chance to play dress-up. But the six year-old had certainly been undressed. "So why do they dress you up in ropes? That's silly."

	"They like to tie me up and then do sex stuff with me. And they take pictures, too."

	"That sounds scary."

	"It's not because it's only pretend. One man told me how it's a lot sexier that way."

	"What does that mean?"

	"I think means that everybody gets to cum - even me."

	Nodding thoughtfully, Dahlia mused aloud.

	"Maybe I'll ask if they can tie me up, too."

	Dolly looked around and saw no signs of life moving in the late morning sun which was threatening another scorching day. She could hear insects buzzing and the hum of traffic on the nearby bridge that spanned the river. With nearly everyone gone, it wasn't going to be fun just sitting out here. But then she remembered Chyna's offer to use the trailer and turned to Dahlia.

	"We can go to Chyna's if you want. Then we'll take our clothes off and I can find something and tie you up with it. That way, we can do sex stuff."

	"And I can cum?"

	"Sure!"

	The seven year-old redhead and the six year-old blonde held hands and happily walked down the hill. As they came through the entrance to the trailer park, an elderly woman looking out her window saw them. They were obviously in a light-hearted mood and she was sure they would be having a make-believe tea party or whatever little girls did for fun these days.

	Marissa remembered Daniel. He was the one who got directions from her sister, Lindsay, the first time they came here. He gave her a friendly greeting and told her he had a surprise for her.

	"Is Grandpa here?' she asked.

	Daniel knew that his father, Abner, had told the girl to call that while she was getting molested and fucked by him. Marissa thought the name was just part of the game and never suspected that Abner really was her grandfather via Abner's ne'er-do-well eldest son and Daniel's brother. 

	"Yes, but I thought you'd like to meet someone closer to your age before seeing Grandpa again. He's my son, Charlie, and he's thirteen."

	"That's really old, too," Marissa remarked. "Do I give him 'irections?"

	"You certainly do."

	When Charlie entered the room, Marissa was already undressed and on the bed. For the past year, he had been living the dream of adolescent boys as his father and grandfather introduced him to all kinds of women to teach him about sex. They said it was important for him to know how to pleasure a female and to also know that he should never feel restricted by what society deemed to be "proper".

	All he knew about today's encounter was this Marissa kid was only five years old. The fact that she was his first cousin was not revealed - that would be a surprise for later. A devoted fan of tits, Charlie had told his father that he couldn't see the attraction of a girl who didn't have any. But after Daniel explained how cuddly a girl that age was both inside and out, Charlie was more enthusiastic. And a girl that age would be perfectly compliant - having mastery over one's partner was already a lesson he had learned well.

	When she saw Charlie's exposed hard-on, Marissa was impressed and told him it was very big. Charlie knew he had plenty of growing in that department and he appreciated the comment. Eyeing the miniature bald slit between the child's legs, Charlie understood even more of what his father had said.

	He reached out and touched the five year-old between her spread legs and nearly gasped at how incredibly, gossamer-like smooth she was there. The soft cunny was pliant beneath his fingers while he squeezed and pushed on it. Soon, Marissa was making happy murmurs and he slipped a finger into her bald slit. The tot did not resist him; only watching him diddle her and wriggling her toes in response. Adding a thumb to the tiny bump of her clit, Charlie lewdly massaged the preschooler and felt her quim moistening around his sliding finger. Considering the close fit around his digit, Charlie imagined how it would be around his dick. 

	And there was no sense in keeping that thought only in his imagination. Marissa had been sitting up with her hands planted on the bedspread behind her while she watched her tiny genitals get fondled everywhere. Now she lay back when he told her and he positioned himself over her using his arms to prop himself so he could watch her. 

	Balancing on one hand for a moment, Charlie used the other to position his penis while he pushed into the child. Marissa's hairless lips parted for him and her narrow opening inside expanded when the boy's glans pressed against them. When he entered the preschooler's pussy, the teen sharply exhaled as the wet tunnel gripped him. 

	Remembering a bit of domination play taught by a sixteen year-old Chinese girl - the closest one to his age he had ever had to date - Charlie moved his hands until he was pinning Marissa's wrists to the bed. With her arms and legs outspread, the little girl looked up at him with her soft gray eyes; unafraid as the hard cock began to stroke fully inside her dewy honeypot. 

	On occasion, Marissa grunted from a harder thrust. Charlie, on the other hand, was grunting rhythmically as he plowed his turgid young prick in and out of the child's constricting sleeve. The tot's snatch was heating up, oozing her prepubescent juices as her cousin's cock churned inside of her. After a few minutes, Charlie groaned and poured his barely adolescent seed into the baby whore.

	Charlie knew that after the first time, he could last longer. His prick had barely started to soften when, still embedded in his smaller partner, it recovered with power of a thirteen year-old's resilience.

	"I'm going to do you again," he vowed. "And I'll make it real good for you, too."

	Marissa nodded hopefully while remaining pinned by the hands of her wrists and the cock in her cunny. The boy copulated harder this time but shifted his hips to change the pressure inside the preschooler's quim. The widening of Marissa's eyes and her sudden gasps told him where she was the most sensitive and he fucked her snuggly little cunt with abandon.

	Squirming beneath him, Marissa mewled anxiously not unlike the kitten she had played at being during her last raunchy romp with her grandfather. Liquidy noises coupled with the pair's heavy breathing as Charlie's cock made their combined fluids squirt from the child's stretched cunt. Her bald, pudgy mound was smeared with her juices and his semen as it remained opened by the sliding dick burrowing there.

	With a hearty squeal, Marissa came. Her little legs failed helplessly, her heels pounding on the bedcovers while the thirteen year-old continued to pound her with his meat. When the sensations passed, she gazed glassily at him. There was the occasional peep from her as his tool scraped against her cunny walls in a certain way and then the boy's prick throbbed once more. Charlie's eyes focused on the little girl's flat chest this time, watching heave with desperate breaths as he slammed his hot jism into her again.

	Again, they remained interlocked until Charlie recovered. Watching on a video feed, Abner envied his grandson as the teen found the strength to fuck his little cousin twice more - even making her cum again - before he was done. Poor Daniel had to leave shortly after Marissa arrived. But at least this was being recorded for later viewing. Abner didn't care if he was a sentimental old fool - he loved family home movies.

	When Marissa came into the study where Abner was waiting, she gave him a beautiful smile. Still nude, the little girl could have been an angel painted in a renaissance fresco, except for the incestuous semen coating her bald little cunt and dribbling down her legs. Obviously unmindful of this sluttish display, the tot scampered over to the old man and climbed into his lap where a cock seventy years her senior waited stiffly for her.

	"Hi Grandpa," Marissa said as she hugged him. "I have a new friend. His name is Charlie."

	"I know. It looks like he played hard with you."

	"Uh huh. He was nice and I gave him 'irections. Can I give you 'irections now?"

	"Certainly, my dear."

	Marissa got to her knees and positioned her fuck-lubed little pussy over the old man's hard prick. Then she sank down with Abner holding her by the waist. The man's veiny member made the five year-old's pussy gurgle as it slid into her plump mound.

	Penetrating the little girl, Abner felt his member become immersed in the cock slime of his grandson. The snugness of the over-lubricated kiddy twat oiled Charlie's goo all over his prick by the time he tapped against Marissa's cervix. That tiny channel would prevent him from entering her further with his meat but it did allow away to shoot his sperm into his granddaughter's unripened womb.

	Abner had other granddaughters besides Marissa and Lindsay; five of them legitimate, ranging in age from thirteen, like Charlie, to four. He had lasciviously fantasized each one of them while they went about through their lives thus far; unaware of the delicious things that could happen between their smooth, well-pedigreed young legs.

	Now the grandfather lived some of his lurid daydreams with this little tyke riding his meat. Sensitized from the marathon that Charlie had given her, Marissa cooed as her pussy was rubbed deeply. After fifteen minutes of kiddy cunt heaven, Abner finally came, injecting preschooler's cum-coated sex organs with more illicit jism. 

	Leaning forward, Marissa snuggled against him.

	"Grandpa," she remarked softly. "Charlie squirted in me lots of times. You can do that, too, if you want."

	Abner rolled his eyes, remembering his younger sisters from his childhood. He wished had known about what little girls could do when he was Charlie's age and wasting so much time with his hand.


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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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