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story_codes: MM/gg (10,8), first, cons, semi-cons

story_intro: When Lindsay and her mother move into a trailer on the seedy side of a river, she discovers how many of the trailer park's young girls pass the time and make a little spending money - or so she thinks. When it is her turn to help a "lost" motorist, she discovers there are things that men do with little girls that goes even beyond what her mother's last boyfriend liked to do with her.



story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 1

Written by madvlad


	The bridge spanning the river was one of more impressive sights from the east bank. Rising from the waters, the towering sculpture of steel girders and beams joined the two states with four lanes of traffic. For many traveling eastward from the large city, the bridge served as an access to an interstate highway two miles down the road and spared them the congestion they would face on said route inside the city.

	A kink in the bending river created a knob-shaped inlet of water near a residential area. This inspired the name of the Knobby Shoals Mobile Home Estates. In reality, it was a third-rate trailer park, collecting residents with rundown lives and broken dreams much like the inlet collected floating refuse from the river onto its banks.

	Drivers could exit near the park onto a twisting road with chronically crumbling pavement, often to grab a quick bite at one of two fast food joints or to gas up at rates running about twenty cents cheaper per gallon than in the city. Two bars, a convenience store attached to the gas station, and a Discount Dollar store comprised the retail district outside of Knobby Shoals. Or at least the official retail marketplace. 

	In a dirt lot between the gas station and one of the bars, teenage girls from the trailer park could be found looking for some action - anything to take them away from the drab, dusty (or muddy or slushy, depending on the weather) of Knobby Shoals. Even a few hours of escape was desirable, although they all had dreams of being whisked away forever; regardless of how often those dreams ended with a late-night drop-off with sticky undergarments and a possible approaching hangover. Occasionally, one of them did get away for good and even a ramshackle apartment in the city was glamorous compared to the weedy lots by the river.

	On a low hill just outside the trailer park was where younger girls hung out. In the summer, as it was now, they would sun themselves, gossip, or play random games. When one of them had money, they would lead an excursion of followers on a spree at Discount Dollar or the convenience store. And when a passing motorist needed help, they were ready to assist. Perhaps it was the river crossing that was disorienting, but there was often some wayward driver in need of directions.

	Sandra recognized the silver Porsche slowing down near the slope. Mr. Smith was lost again, the ten year-old mused with a grin. Many of the motorists who stopped for directions were named "Smith" or Jones". Standing up, Sandra shook her wavy mane of blonde hair and walked down the hill to the car. She was wearing spandex biker shorts that hugged her butt and hinted at the swell of her crotch. As was usually the case, there were no panties beneath the shiny material to obscure the display. The legs that extended from them were tanned and rather shapely for her age - not a woman's legs, to be sure, but enough for even those whose interests ran toward older females to take notice.

	As tight as her shorts were, Sandra's green tank top was loose and baggy. When she leaned into the open driver's window, she offered a view of what might have been sumptuous cleavage if she wasn't still as completely flat as a boy. But she knew that cleavage wasn't what her type of men were looking for.

	"Hello, Mr. Smith," she said in a musical voice that carried her smile in it. "Are you lost again?"

	"Looks like it," he acknowledged with a wolf's grin as he tapped the GPS in his dashboard. "This thing seems to go on the blink every time I cross the river."

	"So you need some directions?" she asked, sliding the tip of her tongue across her upper lip.

	"Yep. It may be better if you ride with me so there's no confusion."

	Sandra sauntered around the front of the car, knowing that Smith was following her with his eyes. Glancing at the slope to catch the envious looks of her friends, Sandra opened the passenger side door and slipped into the leather seat. 

	"Don't worry, Mr. Smith," she said as she clicked her seat belt in place. "I'll make sure you go exactly where you want."

	A half hour later, Sandra was outside the car again. Her shirt and shorts were in her seat and her ass, cupped from beneath by Smith's hands, was pressed against the window. Shining in the golden sun, her legs clenched the man around the waist and she held his shoulders while he pounded into her snug, slurping cunny. The child's hairless labia were spread around the thrusting adult member - the man's and the girl's interlocked flesh damp with her juices. 

	Smith didn't hold back at all because of Sandra's age. Indeed, he had been using her for three years now and the ten year-old gleefully took a fair amount of his cock within the taut confines of her pussy. Sandra grunted with unfeigned lust with every hard push into her preteen body; the sounds carrying through the breeze on the remote, tree-lined path. Working her hips, she enhanced the pleasure in her underage snatch with the practice that came from years of such encounters. When the man erupted inside her, she threw her head back her mouth open as she accepted the injection of hot semen in her childish sex organs.

	Smith was calm while Sandra was panting, her pink nipples stiff on her curveless chest as they rose and fell. Pushing her harder against the car to help keep her in place, he freed one hand to work on her clitty while his rod remained embedded inside her quim. The girl squirmed, massaging the man's cock with her pussy's oily grip. Her tunnel grew hotter and her movements more insistent until she came. The child's convulsions got Smith hard again.

	Sandra's smile shone whitely in her flushed face as she felt his reaction deep in her little cunt. Wriggling her hips as his free hand took hold again of the one ripe young buttock he had previously released; she readied herself for another randy coupling.

	An hour later, Smith drove off from the entrance to Knobby Shoals as Sandra walked proudly to the hill. Tucked in one sock were the two folded twenty dollar bills she had taken as the going rate for her pleasurable labors. What was big money to her and her crowd was barely afterthought to the men who cruised for the precious young flesh. Perching like a queen among the admiring girls, she held court as she learned about a new girl who had just moved in with her mother, occupying a trailer that had once been beige and whose previous tenant had been carried out in a coroner's bag.

	"So what do we do here?" Lindsay asked a week later as she walked with Sandra to the hill. 

	She had turned eight just before she and her mother moved in to the trailer. A little small for her age, her light, glossy brown hair was arranged in bangs and a ponytail in a way that made her look even younger. Sandra thought it was a good look on the kid, even if her loose shorts and pink t-shirt didn't scream hotness. When she had suggested wearing something else, Lindsay had asked her why.

	"You have to show off the goods," Sandra explained, sweeping a hand over a yellow blouse unbuttoned on top and tied at the midriff. Below the flat tanned belly was a pair of Daisy Duke shorts.

	Lindsay didn't understand but didn't ask again. Her mother always got angry when she asked too many questions. But she was curious as to why the girls hung out on the slope and gave in to the temptation to ask.

	"This is where we help guys who get lost," Sandra went on. "We get in their cars and help them get to all the right places."

	"Oh," Lindsay said, crestfallen. "I don't know how to get anywhere around here."

	Sandra halted; half exasperated and half amused. Few of the girls rarely spoke in greater detail of what went on beyond the euphemisms of giving directions. Lindsay stared at her with solemn gray eyes, hoping she hadn't angered the new friend she admired very much. Sandra was so pretty and smart and the younger girl wasn't sure how she could measure up.

	"It's not about telling them where to go," Sandra told the younger girl. "That's just the cover story. It's really about letting men do what they like to do with young girls. Do you know what I mean?"

	Sandra had wondered if Lindsay was really right for the "hill gang" or if she would be better off staying with some of the other girls her age, playing house with second hand dolls and having tea parties among themselves using old soda and beer cans as props. But the look of realization that dawned in the eight year-old's eyes made Sandra smile.

	"That's it, kid," she said, throwing a sisterly arm around Lindsay's shoulders. "I knew you were hill material all along."

	Around all of the other girls, Lindsay was shyer, although she quickly warmed up to Chyna, a friendly, chubby nine year-old with dark curly hair. Lindsay especially liked how Chyna discussed how she would love to braid Lindsay's pretty hair in all kinds of ways.

	"I'm going to be a hairdresser when I grow up," Chyna proudly told her before Sandra piped up.

	"Here comes Harvey in the love machine!" she called.

	The other girls tittered as a battered white utility van with the faded logo of "Harvey's Gutter Service" pulled up. The driver had purchased it second hand from the business that had owned it and the girls simply called him by that name. From the way he had lavishly customized the interior, he clearly had wealth that belied the shabby exterior that blended easily with the current surroundings.

	"Harvey" put his arm on the open window and grinned as the ever foxy Sandra approached him. How a kid could put such a grown sway to her practically non-existent hips was beyond him, but he enjoyed the show. Although he'd be perfectly happy to nail her in the back of his van again, he searched the other assembled tartlets to see if any others piqued his particular mood. 

	There was Chyna, always a little butterball of fun who provided a nice fleshy pillow in whatever position he had her. And there was a girl he didn't recognize beside her - maybe seven or so. Quite a little cutie in a simple way. While he preferred Sandra's sultry movements in concert with his own fucking rhythm or Chyna's squealing reactions as she got pronged, he pondered what this little tyke might be like with a cunt full of hard prick impaling her.

	Sandra followed his look and smiled.

	"That's Lindsay," she informed him. "What do you think?"

	"She has possibilities. Is she any good?"

	"How should I know?" Sandra laughed. "I never fucked her. But she knows why we're here."

	When Harvey nodded, Sandra called to her little friend. Lindsay approached the van a little shyly.

	"Have fun," Sandra said as she hugged her. "I always do."

	Lindsay climbed up into the van, struggling with the height until she half tumbled onto the passenger seat. She had barely buckled her belt when Harvey hit the gas.

	Most of the men who came here had their own particular hidden spots where they could enjoy their little treats. Harvey was no exception every time he selected a girl - or, as he put it, "went shopping at Bald Mart." When Harvey pulled into a dilapidated warehouse with a jammed open overhead door, he shut off the van and gestured to the back.

	"Okay, Lindsay, we're here. It's time."

	Lindsay knew what this meant. About a month before she and her mother moved, one of her mother's boyfriends had taken pictures of her, telling her what a pretty girl she was. The next time, he had suggested that Lindsay only wear her underpants, which Lindsay thought was pretty funny. While she giggled and posed with nothing but a small bit of cloth protecting her virtue, the man snapped many more photos.

	But during the third time, he took many more as he had coaxed the girl to be completely nude. Every detail of her body - the soft chest and tummy, her cute smile, slender limbs, perky rump, and smooth little cunny were digitally captured. When they were done, he promised they would do more the next time. And then he gave Lindsay an entire dollar. 

	The tot had been thrilled with this monetary surprise. She went to a Discount Dollar near the apartment and had purchased a bite-sized candy bar. With the two remaining quarters she fed a gumball machine that contained plastic bubbles of jewelry. Lindsay had received a shiny ring with a purple gem in it and was very pleased with her treasure. Even now, it was sitting on her dresser in an old margarine container lined with tissues like any crown jewel should be lavishly kept.

	But the man never came back and Lindsay never knew why. Now there was this other man with a big white van. She immediately undressed and held her arms out.

	"Are you going to take my picture now?" she asked innocently.

	Never one to turn down an offer for some free kiddy porn, Harvey snapped away for a couple of minutes with his phone. Lindsay noticed him rubbing the front of his pants just like her mother's boyfriend had done. When Harvey set his phone down and removed his pants, Lindsay's eyes widened at the sight of his erection. That was certainly interesting and she guessed that men liked rubbing those. She wondered what else those interesting staffs did.

	"Let's make this easier," Harvey said as he took a tube of something and squeezed a clear gel on his fingers. 

	Lindsey cocked her head while she watched him rubbing it on his dick. 

	"Oh, now it's shiny!" she observed.

	"Now it's your turn," Harvey said and began to dab the stuff on Lindsay's cunny.

	Lindsay wriggled as the man fondled her small, pliant mound and rubbed the gel in her slit. It tingled and it she cooed when his fingers brushed her stiffening clit. 

	"It tickles!" she squeaked.

	Both she and Harvey looked at her bald twat, now gleaming with the sheen of sex lube. Lindsay poked at her mons curiously until Harvey gently put her on her back on the floor of the van. The girl stayed still as the man positioned himself over her and pressed the head of his prick against her hairless slit, making her dainty lips part in unknowing acceptance..

	"Oooohhh, that's real tickly," she exclaimed, unmindful how Harvey was setting his body above her.

	Harvey pushed forward with some effort, knowing that a tight cunt would take some effort to enter. But he didn't expect the momentary barrier he encountered before it tore open. Lindsay shrieked as her cherry ruptured. Startled, Harvey stopped with just his head implanted past the small entrance of Lindsay's quim. 

	"You're hurting me!" she wailed.

	"Damn, you're a virgin!" Harvey replied.

	The girl looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant. All she knew was that he had done something made her feel as if she was being split in two between her legs. Now the man was grinning and Lindsay tensed as he swiveled his hips, shifting the glans inside her snatch. There was no pain, but she felt very swollen inside. The movements started to feel, well, not bad if not good. She was still too frightened to gain any pleasure.

	"Okay," Harvey told her. "I'm going in but it won't hurt like it did."

	Lindsay's worried keening as her virgin channel was penetrated belied her lack of faith in his promise. Although she could still feel her cunny expanding, creating pressure on her surrounding innards, she was relieved to find no pain. It was still uncomfortable, but Harvey's shifting as he plumbed her pussy created some pleasing sparks in her sex as her straining tissues were intimately rubbed. Her mouth formed a puzzled "O" as she was introduced to carnal pleasure.

	"That's right," he soothed as he moved his cock in and out of the eight year-old's tight, deflowered cuntlet. "Now you're getting into it."

	Lindsay lifted her head, her eyes widening as she saw the man's hard member moving in and out of her hairless hole. It was so big and she was afraid the entire thing would go inside of her, but it stopped about halfway. Still, seeing so much cock entering her as she felt the presence of it boring into her twat was too much and Lindsay's head dropped back again. Gazing at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it all as the man turned her into a full-fledged working girl.

	Harvey's little sex partner might have not known anything about fucking as she lay silent and staring, but her sweet little cunt clenched his prick perfectly, driving his balls to overload. 

	"Ungh!" Lindsay grunted as she took her first load of jism. 

	When Harvey pulled out, the girl's cunt dribbled a heavy load of cum laced with the crimson remnants of her innocence. Having had her sexy little snatch reamed in the back of a van by a paying customer meant she had little innocence left although she had no knowledge of any taboos.

	"You were starting to like it a little at the end, weren't you?" he asked.

	Lindsay nodded but wasn't completely accepting.

	"I thought you were just going to take pictures," she said a little tearfully.

	"Yeah, but sweet little cunts like yours need to be fucked."

	"Ooh, that's bad word Mommy uses when she's mad."

	Harvey tried to not laugh as the little girl with her cum-oozing twat lectured him on bad language.

	"Maybe it's a bad word, but it's fun to do. And now that I've got you opened up, you can get fucked all the time."

	"Is that what Sandra and her friends do?"

	"That's right. And I'm ready to do it to you again. Are you ready?"

	Lindsay took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as his prick head opened her bald mound again and led the way as her cunny was stuffed full of man meat. She still wasn't completely sure about this, but she certainly wanted to be just like Sandra and Chyna. As Harvey thrust into the child's snug twat, her breathing grew ragged. He was able to penetrate her a little deeper as her aroused sex reacted and her eyes fluttered open to look at him just before he came inside her. Lindsay gasped as her insides were washed with semen. 

	This time, Harvey stayed inside her. That the now former virgin was getting turned on made him eager for a third time. He had to wait longer than he hoped until his erection returned, but Lindsay's cunt made a lovely waiting room for his cock.

	Now as the man's prick churned the increasing gooeyness of the eight year-old's bubbling honeypot, Lindsay's smooth crotch and thighs were getting slick with the mixture of fuck cream that escaped her cunny every time Harvey drove into her. Although she usually avoided icky things like mud and stuff like that, the youngster found she liked what was happening - she wasn't being a good girl and that was alright. As nice as the outside was, she was starting to feel even better inside. 

	She tried to wriggle on the impaling rod, receiving a pleasant ache in her little snatch. Seeing the child respond like that - finally getting very hot with cock inside of her - set Harvey off again. Lindsay gave a throaty groan as the man pumped his seed into her prepubescent pussy.

	Lindsay's cunny still throbbed a bit as Harvey drove her back to the trailer park. The van's air-conditioning dumped coolness from the dashboard vents, some of it sinking and seeping up the baggy leg of her shorts and kissing the bared baldness of her panty-less twat. Harvey had asked to keep the pair she had worn and had given her an extra five dollars for them. She kept looking down at the total of forty-five dollars in her hands, amazed what she could get from the use of that place between her legs. 

	As they stopped by the hill, Harvey pulled another twenty from his pocket and handed it to her. 

	"That one's for your cherry - kind of a one-time bonus," he explained. 

	Lindsay stared at the unimaginable wealth she now had. It wasn't until she heard Sandra calling her name that she tucked her riches into her pocket, gave Harvey a shy wave and hopped from the van. As she climbed the slope toward Sandra, she could feel the summer warmth replacing the van's cooler air, reaching up her shorts as if trying to gain access to what the man had just taken. She giggled, wondering how many others wanted to get in there.



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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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