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story_codes: MMM/ggg (10, 9, 8), semi-cons, cons

story_intro: A slice of life in the afternoon of three trailer park girls we met in the last story. For Sandra and Chyna, sex starts at home although in different types of relationships. Meanwhile, Lindsay learns about something special her body can do while she is with a customer.


story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 2: Afternoon Interludes

Written by madvlad


	In the dusty afternoon light that filtered through the mobile home's unwashed windows, the ten year-old's nude, sleek body glowed faintly with the layer of perspiration covering her. The girl was on her hands and knees in her mother's bed while a man rammed his prick into her preteen cunt. Despite her sexual experience, Sandra couldn't help but make breathy grunts every time her stepfather thrust forward. It didn't quite hurt, but the child was uncomfortable as her mother's husband gave no consideration to her age as he used her with a full, nasty force intended to show domination like he did with many women.

	Van admired the smooth form of his stepdaughter as he sank his meat into her taut and slick little quim. Her limbs and midsection were nicely tan while her ass and portions of her chest remained pale from being covered from the sun. What he couldn't see from this angle was the little girl's bald twat although he knew that was just as light. Right now, the compact mound was spread open around his pistoning dick; the smooth pearly labia hugging his shaft as he taught her what she was good for. It was a lesson he repeated many times.

	Keeping one hand on her boyishly slim hip, Van reached to grab a golden lock of Sandra's hair. He yanked her hair so that her head angled up and back.

	"You'd better appreciate this cock, bitch," he growled. "It's the best you'll probably ever get."

	"Yes, Daddy," she replied, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Make me your whore, Daddy. Bust my little whore pussy."

	"Yeah," he grunted, putting extra strength into the next push that produced a gasp of pain from the girl. "Your tight whore cunt is no match for my cock."

	Releasing her hair, Van put his hand back on Sandra's other hip. Now he tugged the ten year-old back to him every time he thrust into her young snatch. She was sounding really juicy now, the brutal friction making her narrow tunnel lubricate as it conceded to the mastery of his prick.

	With a fury that matched his movements, the man erupted inside the child, saturating his little stepdaughter's sex with his spunk. When he pulled out, he gave her a smack on the rear, leaving a red handprint on her taut white buttock for a moment. Sandra fell forward and Van could see his cum escaping from the round, cleft mound of her hairless pussy and soaking the seldom washed sheets. 

	He raised his arms and stretched, feeling no pain at all from the back that a properly compensated doctor had certified as eligible for disability compensation. The doctor regularly prescribed pain medications that the state paid for. In return, Van gave the pills back to the doctor whose brother would then sell them on the street. Since the prescriptions were only filled with the proper period of time between them, there was no evidence of any abuse. It was a sweet deal for Van as he considered his disability pay his contribution to the household (along with contributing his sperm into his cum socket of a stepdaughter). 

	The rusty door of a badly aging Pontiac slammed outside; telling Van his wife was back from grocery shopping. 

	"Clean your whore hole and get dressed," he ordered Sandra as he went back to the living room and flopped into a sagging recliner to watch TV. 

	His wife came in three times, carrying beer and whiskey, chips and snack cakes, and a few cans of actual food. Van offered no assistance besides yelling for Sandra to come out and carry some of the load in. 

	The girl did so, helping her mother with a sack full of family-sized Dorito's bags and another filled with cigarettes and cans of pudding. Her stepfather's seed was still seeping from her pussy, but Sandra had already stuffed some folded toilet paper into her underpants to keep any evidence from spilling down her leg. In the years before Van, she had already been fucked by another stepfather and two of her mother's boyfriends. 

	The ten year-old knew she was a dick magnet and loved it when the men who cruised by the slope near the trailer park entrance homed in on her. They always treated her better than what she got at home and they also paid - forty bucks for "getting directions" from the young volunteer who would get in their cars - and sometimes other gifts which she kept hidden from her mother and Van. What she resented most about pigs like Van was that he got her for free.

	As she went to her cramped bedroom to escape her parents' repeated complaints about what they weren't allowed to buy with their EBT cards, Sandra's thoughts turned to the kid who had just moved in a short time ago. Lindsay was eight, a little small for her age. And her wide-eyed manner made her seem like she was even younger. But after a week she was now a regular with the "hill gang" of preteen girls who hung out to provide "navigation assistance" to "lost" drivers. 

	Sandra envied Lindsay for two reasons. The first was that she had no stepfather. Secondly, she had been getting in a car that Sandra would have taken if Van hadn't been hollering for her. That man was a hell of a cock master and would give her some thrills for sure.

	
Dennis lay back in his car seat. It was pushed far back and the back was lowered to where he was nearly horizontal. The naked eight year-old was riding his prick, her tiny cuntlet clutching at the hard member ferociously. As Dennis clutched her by the hips to pump her up and down, her bald twat lips flexed from the movement of his meat sliding between them. Both the man's cock and the little girl's spread cunny mound glistened with her copious nectar that squirted out with every thrust into her steamy hole.

	In her very brief sexual life, Lindsay had experienced sexual arousal with the other men who had asked her for directions. But never had it been this intense as this man moved her body and shifted his hips so that every stroke inside her snug pussy both pressed and rubbed at her in forceful and tantalizing ways. As Dennis told her to do, she was pinching and tugging on her nipples, making them harden and add to her stimulation. 

	The hands around the girl's slender body were large enough for Dennis to use his thumbs to press and massage the top of Lindsay's straining cleft. With her cunny stretched to widely around the man's meat, Lindsay's clitoris was exposed to his manipulations.

	"A-ahhh.....uhhhh....uhhh....oooh!" the child panted as her body quivered.

	Dennis also felt the reaction of Lindsay's orgasm in the way her wet cunt walls clenched at him more tightly than he thought possible. One of his biggest turn-ons was seeing his partner have a climax and this little girl hid nothing. Relaxing his control, Dennis came and poured his hot seed into the eight year-old's immature organs. Lindsay's eyes, which had been half closed during her orgasm, flew open as she felt the force of the man's ejaculation inside of her.

	Lindsay swayed and Dennis eased her forward, letting her collapse against his chest. He slowly rubbed her back, rolling his fingers over her delicate vertebrae while his softening prick remained warm and snug in the child's pussy.

	"Did I cum?" Lindsay murmured against his shoulder.

	Dennis lifted the girl upright, laughing at the look on her face.

	"Of course you did," he said. "I'm sure you've cum lots of times. A pretty little girl like you must have had lots of men make you cum."

	Lindsay shook her head.

	"There were three men," she said as she pointed to her impaled cuntlet. "They went in here and it felt good, but I didn't cum. Sandra and Chyna told me about cumming and I think I did now. I liked it."

	Dennis gaped at her.

	"You mean I'm only the fourth?"

	Lindsay nodded.

	"And there were two men that Sandra and I went with and we sucked them. But they didn't go in my kitty. The first man who went in my kitty made it hurt and I was bleeding. I thought he only wanted naked pictures and I got scared when he went in.  But he did it over and over and squirted a bunch of times and I felt better."

	Dennis listened as the child described losing her virginity. She possessed an innate naivet that was positively precious. And arousing.

	Although eager to drive inside Lindsay's luscious little quim again, Dennis focused on her mouth. To hear her talk childishly about sex in her bell-like voice and watching her smooth red lips and tongue move made him want to have her there. He lifted her off, her cunt making soupy noises as it reluctantly released his dick.

	"How about a blow job?" he asked.

	"Okay," Lindsay said agreeably before turning somber. "But I only did it once. Sandra was a lot better because they came faster when she did it."

	"That's okay. You can practice all you want. Try licking it first and then start sucking."

	Lindsay obeyed, her small wet tongue sweeping over the meat drenched with semen and her lubrication. A sudden thought made Dennis' dick twitch.

	"Have you ever tasted your pussy before?"

	"Uh uh," she murmured in the negative as she kept licking.

	"Do you like it?"

	The girl paused, fixing her gray eyes on his.

	"Uh huh," she replied at last.

	"Okay, then get a mouthful," he said.

	Lindsay opened her mouth and sucked in his head. She bobbed in small motions, her warm tongue darting and sliding as her soft lips pressed around his shaft. Then she stopped and looked at him, questioning.

	"Mmm mmmm mmm?" she asked with her mouth full.

	"Yes, that's good," Dennis assured her as he patted her head. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

	Encouraged, Lindsay pushed her mouth down as much as she good and resumed moving with longer strokes. The explosion of man juice in her mouth and down her throat ten minutes later proved she had some quite fine indeed. Lindsay was diligent in swallowing everything - just as Chyna and Sandra had told her to do. When she lifted her mouth from him, she spied a small white gob on his head and she promptly licked it off and gulped it down.

	Dennis lifted her into his lap again and the girl snuggled against his chest.

	"Thanks for making me cum," she said happily. 

	They sat that way for several minutes until they both felt Dennis harden. Lindsay sat back and they watched the underside of his shaft pressing against the girl's smooth cleft. Moving his hips slightly, Dennis slid it back and forth slightly, massaging the child's sensitive pinkness at her entrance. When Lindsay looked at him, Dennis grinned.

	"How would you like to cum again?" he asked.

	Lindsay didn't need to answer as the man lifted her onto the tip of his prick. She uttered a series of high-pitched sighs as she was gradually penetrated until her little pussy was fully packed. When he lifted her, her oozing snatch sucked at his meat. Then he pulled her down. The eight year-old moaned gratefully as her sex expanded and began to heat up.

	This was how they typically said goodbye before he left for work; the girl on the bottom while the man thrust in the wet orifice between his young niece's lush thighs. The nine year-old's fleshy torso shook with the cadence of his movements and her nipples hardened as they brushed the man's chest hair. The small mounds of her breasts were the result of her extra pounds, not premature development. Any question in that regard would be answered by the utter lack of hair in the place where her uncle's prick was moving in and out of her.

	Chyna's smile was genuine as she lay beneath him. Sensing the end was near, she locked her legs around his waist, allowing him to pound her a little more deeply. Uncle Dwayne may not have been the world's greatest lover, but he was never rough with her like she had heard of others like her friend Sandra's stepfather.

	The trailer they were in had seen its better days, like most of the others here. But Dwayne kept it in good repair and he and Chyna did reasonably well in housekeeping. Chyna knew with pride that she was the woman of the house, taking care of many mundane things as well as warming her uncle's bed.

	She had not always been this settled in her young life. By age five, she had already been shuttled from one relative to another when a group of older boys took her into the boiler room of an apartment building's basement and raped her repeatedly. For the younger boys, who were perhaps twelve or thirteen at the time, it was their initiation into the world of sex. It was also Chyna's, but none of them really cared what the screaming child thought of her experience.

	Now labeled as damaged goods, none of the family wanted the burden of raising her and it was agreed that she'd be turned over to the state until a protest came from an unexpected quarter. Dwayne was already in his late forties and was settled into a solitary life when he stepped forward and offered to take the girl. Although he had no experience with raising children, felt it unfair for the girl to be abandoned when she still had family.

	So to everyone else's relief, he awkwardly settled Chyna into his modest home. He had never minded the trailer park although he could afford a better place. He was a man of simple needs and there were plenty of kids about for Chyna to play with. A truck driver by trade, Dwayne settled for lower paying work making local, daily routes while a sitter - usually one of the girls from the trailer park looking to make a few bucks - watched the girl.

	What Dwayne didn't know is that one eleven year-old, upon learning from Chyna about her previous sexual abuse, introduced the girl, who was now six, to the hill gang. His intention in adopting Chyna had never been sexual as he preferred porn videos and magazines that the awkward tediousness of relationships with a woman. But shortly after Chyna had become active in giving directions, a serious of incidents had gradually led to the incestuous turn in their relationship. 

	By the time Chyna was seven, they spent many an evening on the couch watching X-rated videos while he fondled the naked girl. Chyna loved how her uncle's hands roamed over her round little figure, especially when he progressed to sliding his finger out of her juicy young quim. By the time it was time for bed, he had usually ejaculated in the child's eager mouth at least twice. Halfway between her seventh and eighth birthday, they completed their consummation with full sex. Although she was now taking other men into the embrace of her hairless sex for money and treats, she always felt the most fulfilled when it was her uncle inside of her and his seed filling her there.

	Chyna was a bright girl and very self-sufficient for her age. Shortly after she turned eight, Dwayne had resumed some overnight trucking runs. There were a few adults in the park she could turn to for help if she needed to, but the situation had never arisen and now Dwayne was sometimes gone for three or four nights in a row - always returning to a well-kept home and the warmth of his adoring niece's ripe body. 

	Dwayne grunted and Chyna sighed as she felt the hot kiss of his semen in her loins. They relaxed for a few minutes before he slowly pulled out of her cunny. 

	"You're such a good girl," he murmured as he planted several kisses on her face. 

	Chyna grinned and wriggled on the bed. Dwayne thoughtfully pulled the sheet up to cover his freshly fucked niece's body while he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself. Chyna reached to the nightstand and took one of the new magazines he had bought for her. She loved the idea of being a hairdresser and had begun practicing on some other girls while they hung out on the hill. The new girl, Lindsay, had such silky light brown hair and Chyna arranged it in several, increasingly intricate braids already. 

	"Still planning your career?" Dwayne said with a grin as he returned from washing. 

	"Uh huh," Chyna confirmed as she gave him a teasing smile. "If you could get some hair extensions, I could practice on you."

	Dwayne grimaced in good humor. He kept his hair short on the sides and Mother Nature had removed most of what he had on top.

	"I suppose that would make me the belle of every truck stop," he conceded and made the girl laugh.

	"I think we're good with groceries," he continued as he stuffed a few articles of clothing in his travel bag. "And don't be bashful about getting money from the can if you need..."

	"Fresh milk or anything like that from the convenience store, no matter the cost," she said as they finished the familiar refrain in unison.

	Bending down, Dwayne kissed Chyna one more time before heading out the door. He noticed, as he had several times recently, that she had one arm tucked under the sheet. She was probably masturbating, he surmised. But with the sex they had, he wasn't taken aback by this. He had no illusions about his skill in bed but idly wondered if a girl her age could cum yet. Either way, if she was making herself happy, he was fine with that. 

	But he did wonder if she fantasized while she did it. If so, she was probably dreaming about one of those boy pop stars who made him roll his eyes. 

	After her uncle left, Chyna rolled onto her back again, opening her legs as her fingers insistently worked at her bald mound. Her other hand cupped a chubby breast and her eyes closed. As her excitement mounted, Chyna's tongue darted from her mouth as she imagined it seeking and locking with her dream lover. Her latest fantasy choice these last few times was by far the best and she had been delighted by how hard she could cum. This time was no different as her pussy gripped the two fingers that were rapidly thrusting and sending her juices spurting all over her crotch.

	As the climax hit with full force, Chyna jerked her rear end up off of the bed, pounding her twat with her fingers as she cried out.

	"Ahhhh, Lindsay!"




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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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