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Filename: getting4.txt
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story_codes: M/g (5), first, cons

story_intro: Tossed out of her mother's trailer for the night, little Marissa goes in search of a refuge but gets lost. Winding up alone on the hill in front of the trailer park if the middle of the night, she is unsure of what to do next until a man in a van arrives hoping for a midnight snack...




story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 4

Written by madvlad


	Wanda had a dilemma - and she hated having dilemmas. They often forced her to think when all she really felt like doing was fucking and drinking. But the dilemma was her slut of a daughter, Marissa. It was ten in the evening and her latest man, Stan, had come over to the trailer with two six packs and a fifth of whiskey. And Wanda had a bed so they had everything they needed.

	But then Marissa woke up from the racket. The little slut was parading around in her underpants, tempting Stan - who was Wanda's man, damn it - with her nearly naked body. The fact that Marissa was only five years old and usually only wore underpants in the summer because that was all her laundry-hating mother would dress her in was completely lost on Wanda.

	But Wanda saw the look in Stan's eyes when he looked at Marissa, mentally tearing the threadbare little panties from the child to get at her juicy little cunt. Now she had to think (damn it!) of something to get rid of the slutty little bitch who was after her man.

	It wasn't like with a couple of other men who Wanda knew had fooled around with the tot. One of her other off-and-on boyfriends frequently pulled Marissa from her bed after Wanda had passed out and made the girl suck him off. Wanda had woken a couple of times to find the man holding her daughter by the head and moving her mouth up and down. That didn't bother her as by that time Wanda wanted to sleep more than fuck and if her slut kid could give him some extra sugar to keep him coming back to Wanda again - well, that was just fine.

	But when Wanda was in the mood to fuck, she was in no mood for any competition from that little bitch who looked just like her father. Wanda knew this because another woman had moved in recently who had a girl who looked very much like Marissa. That girl was eight and the mother had actually been married to the guy (stupid cunt, Wanda thought). Marissa had been going on and on about having a sister now and wanted to meet this girl. It had taken two slaps to the face to get her to shut up about it today.

	"Oh, Stan," Wanda cooed as she spread her cunt open. "Over here."

	"Yeah, Stan said, reluctantly taking his eyes off of Marissa. "She sure is a little cutie, aint she?"

	The girl was just standing there, staring. But Wanda damn well knew the baby whore was after her man, damn it.

	"Fuck!" Wanda spat as she rolled out of bed.

	The naked woman stomped toward her daughter, her sagging tits swaying from side to side. Marissa cringed and stepped back, afraid of another blow. But Wanda grabbed the girl by the arm and led her to the front door.

	"Don't come back 'til morning!" she hissed as she shoved her daughter out the door.

	When Marissa's soft gray eyes started to water, Wanda gave her a slap.

	"Don't pull that shit with me," she snarled. "Go sleep in the car and you stay away from Stan. You hear?"

	The door slammed shut and Marissa stood alone in the dark, sniffling. When loud noises woke her up, Marissa wanted to make sure everything was all right. Sometimes her mother's friends hit her mother and, despite her own abuse, Marissa was very worried about her mother.

	But Mama had been mad when her friend looked at her. Marissa knew the look well. Some men liked to put their cocks (a word she had learned from one of them who loved to hear her say it) in her mouth and make her suck on them and move her head up and down. Then they would squirt salty cream in her mouth. Sometimes it made her choke and cough, but they always wanted her to swallow it. Marissa knew by now that doing what grown-ups told her to do - no matter how unpleasant - was better than getting punished.

	But most of the time, the men were happy and said nice things to her when she sucked them, so she didn't mind that at all. And some of these men, along with others, like to put their fingers in her underpants. Marissa didn't know why as she had seen what was in there plenty of times but didn't find anything so special. But touching her there seemed to make them happy and she knew happy grown-ups were a good thing.

	They would touch her and pull on their cocks until they squirted salty cream on her. And they were happy so Marissa was content.

	But now she was alone in the poorly lit trailer park. She didn't want to sleep in her mother's car because it was smelly and the torn, cheap upholstery would scratch her.

	Then she had an idea. She could find the big sister she had just learned about. Her name was Lindsay and she lived next to another girl who Marissa often played with. So Marissa set off to her trailer.

	It didn't take her long to get lost. Marissa wandered, trying to find anyone friendly. There was a curly haired girl named Chyna who was always nice to her and had told her about Lindsay. Chyna had promised to get the two of them together but Marissa didn't know where Chyna lived.

	Hearing some muted voices, Marissa scampered around the corner to find two people by a parked car. The girl's name was Beth. She was thirteen and had once given Marissa some M&Ms from a bag she had bought at the nearby convenience store.

	But the slender, long-limbed girl was bent over the back of the car, her t-shirt pushed up to reveal her budding breasts and her shorts and panties pulled down. Beth's uncle was behind her, pushing his cock in her like Marissa had seen men doing with her mother. The man reached and cupped the girl's titties, squeezing them as he rammed into her a little harder. The girl moaned and pushed back toward the man with her hips.

	Marissa would have asked them to help, but didn't think they wanted to be interrupted while they were playing like that. Turning around, she wandered down another gravel patch until she found herself at the main road coming in from the entrance. She could go to the hill outside - plenty of big girls went there to help drivers who got lost. She had heard them talking about that - giving them....something (it was a big word).

	Maybe Chyna would be there. And Lindsay, whom she could meet at last. Some of the other girls there were nice to Marissa and her playmates, sometimes giving them candy and little toys with the money the nice men gave them for helping them. There was very a pretty blonde girl named Sandra who had laughed when Marissa had asked if she could join her on the hill and help the men.

	"Maybe in a couple more years, Squirt," Sandra had said in a nice way.

	But now Marissa had nowhere else to go so she went to the hill. Maybe then she would show everyone what a big girl she could be.

	When she got there, the place was deserted. Feeling lonely and scared and not at all like a big girl, Marissa started to whimper. Then she heard an engine and she turned, instantly blinded by headlights.

	It had been a cluster-fuck of a day - one fuck-up after another - and Phil was exhausted and pissed-off (fucking pissed-off, to stay on theme). In the afternoon, he had been hoping to stop by the trailer park for some preteen pussy to relieve his stress, but a half a dozen more fuck-ups later, he was driving home at night.

	On an impulse, he got off the highway just before the bridge just to see if any of the girls were still out. But it was well after dark and the little tarts were likely to be all in bed - probably getting cocked by their daddies or brothers or the fucking mailman. Doing little girls put Phil at ease - they were not judgmental or demanding and never made any cracks about his woefully undersized dick (thank you, DNA, thank you very fucking much). Phil thought that some of them might actually preferd is smaller size since they weren't getting stretched so much when he was in them.

	He was just starting to turn the steering wheel to make a U-turn in front of the trailer park when he caught sight of a small vision. A very little girl - younger than even the usual bunch of hairless honey pies - was standing alone. Her only clothing was a pair of faded pink panties that were a little too large and were puffy on the tot's body. She was delicious-looking with her soft thighs and just a bit of puppy fat on her torso. Phil was sure she was even tastier under the cheap undies.

	Phil straightened the wheel and cruised to a stop near the child.

	"Hey little girl," he said, using the classic pedo line. "Could you help me out?"

	Marissa nodded and then suddenly remembered the big word the girls had used. Or at least she was pretty sure it was the right word.

	"I can give 'irections," she said.

	"Huh? Oh you mean directions."

	"Yeah, that's it!" Marissa chirped.

	Phil chuckled before he could reply.

	"On second thought, I like your first word better," he said. "In fact, you've already given me an erection."

	"Oh, goody!" Marissa replied, unsure of what he meant but glad she was already helping this nice man.

	Then she looked at him, unsure of what came next. Phil waited, too, until he realized she didn't know what to do next.

	"Would you like to go for a ride?" he asked.

	"Okay!" Marissa answered and trotted to the car.

	Phil reached and opened the door for her. When she was inside and seated, he reached over and closed it, resisting the temptation to grab something besides the door handle.

	"Do you have candy?" Marissa asked hopefully.

	"Would you like some candy, little girl?" Phil replied, thrilled to be using yet another classic line.

	When Marissa nodded, Phil fished out a chocolate bar from a bag full of munchies he kept on hand when he had to drive a while. Marissa cooed at her treat and happily nibbled away while Phil drove them to a secluded spot.

	Marissa was finished her chocolate bar when Phil unzipped his fly and let his modest erection spring loose.

	"Do you know what do with one of these?" he asked.

	Expecting to have to coax and guide the girl to touch his prick, Phil was surprised then Marissa crawled next to him and took his member with both hands. With no hesitation, she lowered her chocolate-smeared mouth onto him, pulling the entire head through her soft little lips and managing a little more when she bobbed downward. The five year-old starting sucking the man's dick as she had been taught by several of her mother's lovers, rubbing her tiny tongue over the glans while she sealed her sliding lips around the meat. With rapid movements, her soft hands tugged at the base of Phil's dick.

	The day's tension eased from Phil as he relaxed and sighed, watching the moppet gobble his prick. When he exploded in her mouth, the little vixen swallowed everything, obviously exerting herself but never missing a drop.

	When Marissa straightened up, she made a slight face as she tried to swallow the residue in her mouth.

	"Can I have more candy?" she asked.

	Phil gave her another chocolate bar. While she was contentedly munching away, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her hair.

	"I'm going to have some candy, too," he told her as he slid her panties down.

	Marissa wasn't bothered at all as her only bit of clothing was removed and the man feasted on her nakedness. The five year-old's pussy was smooth and cuddly; the tender flesh pliant beneath Phil's fingers as he fondled her tiny vulva.

	Marissa opened her legs farther as the nice man molested her. He was better at touching her there than any other man had been, squeezing her mons and rubbing her plump labia so they parted and showed how pink and pretty she was on the inside. She didn't know what a clitoris was, but she squirmed in his lap, rubbing her bare little rump against the man's growing hardness when he found and lightly pinched her sensitive nub. She giggled as it even made her toes wriggle and she lifted her feet so he could see her "silly piggies".

	Her giggling tapered off as Phil's fingering made her body respond in other ways. In the moonlight that came in through the windshield, the child's open cuntlet glistened with the dew coating her interior. With whispery whines, Marissa shifted her body as the man's finger probed more deeply.

	Feeling the resistance of her hymen, Phil hesitated going further as he pressed all around Marissa's inner lips. She could probably take him in there, couldn't she? It would mean breaking her open but if it wasn't him, someone else with a larger tool was going to get in there first. And if he was to judge by her oral skills, he knew her virginity wasn't going to last very long in her environment. Phil continued to manipulate the little girl's sex until he had her moaning and very wet.

	Marissa watched with interest when the man lifted her from his lap and set her down until the head of his prick was digging against her hairless cleft. Her pussy lips spread apart, letting most of the purplish glans into her little mound. He let her rest there for a moment, the dampness of her secretions warm against his head. With one hand he clutched her belly while he slid the other over her mouth.

	"I'm going to pop your cherry for you," he whispered in one ear.

	Phil plunged the girl down, feeling the snap of her membrane as he broke through. Marissa wailed into his hand and thrashed at the unexpected pain of her tearing. Rocking her, Phil made soothing noises until she quieted although he could feel her tears as they rolled against the hand over her mouth.

	"That's a good girl," she said. "Everything will be okay now. No more hurting."

	Marissa looked up, her gray eyes wet and confused. Then she whimpered as he slowly pushed her down. The brief but sharp agony of before did not return but she was overwhelmed by the sensation of her tiny sheath expanding around the cock that filled it. Then there was something else blocking him, but he didn't try to push her anymore.

	Feeling the kiss of the tot's cervix against his dick, Phil stopped with perhaps two inches in her. The child's virgin twat clung tightly around his prick and he tried to imagine what it must be like for the girl to suddenly have that hardness inserted in her body. With measured strokes, he moved the girl up and down, caressing his cock with the soft, slick vice of her immature pussy.

	There was no sound in the car except for Marissa's ragged breathing and the soupy friction of Phil's cock as it worked in and out of the five year-old's straining twatlet. Marissa watched as the man's prick slid in and out of her bulging snatch and could feel him rubbing where she could not see. The movement against the taut walls of her passage made her snatch heat up, generating more lubrication and making the little girl feel as if her sex was melting.

	"Oh," Phil moaned. "Your baby cunt feels so good, so tight. And it's so pretty stretched like that, isn't it?"

	Marissa didn't know how to reply and could only make high-pitched groans as she was fucked. Then Phil came, forcefully pumping the child's undeveloped womb with his jism. With the tight seal of her cunny on his shaft, there was nowhere for the discharge to go and Marissa grunted with the pressure inside. At last, some of the semen escaped, oozing out from under her bald cunt lips and stained pink from her premature defloration.

	They sat like that for a while before the wet grip of the little girl's vagina made Phil hard again. Marissa was glad that it didn't hurt anymore although the pressure in her stretched sex tube was immense. She was beginning to like how the man's meat rubbed her tiny cuntlet inside and she lifted her feet again so they could watch her squirming little toes.

	Four more times that night, Phil creamed inside the five year-old's pussy, making Marissa mewl every time her baby box was filled with the hot seed. He nearly used the entire box of tissues he had in his car when he finally released his dick from her snatch and cleaned the two of them up. Curious, Marissa inserted one of her fingers in her now-experienced cunny hole, unable to get as far as the man had gone and already feeling her tunnel returning to normal size to grasp her finger. She pushed it in and out a few times, liking what she felt before Phil put her panties back on her.

	The sun was coming up and Phil went through a fast food drive-through for breakfast. Marissa was astounded that there were such things as hot food for breakfast when all she knew of was cold cereal (sometimes with milk). With a full belly and a still-tingly cunny, she rode back with the nice man to the trailer park.

	Although the girl never asked for any money, Phil had a hunch that the other girls could make things difficult for him on a return trip if he didn't pay her. Handing Marissa a pair of twenties, he suggested that she give it to one of the older girls. She got out and gave him a happy wave as he drove off.

	Marissa scampered up the hill, feeling a little sore between her legs but in no way hampered by it. She saw Sandra and Chyna and another girl sitting together while several others stared at her. Proudly, she thrust the money at Sandra.

	"Look what I got!" she proclaimed. "The man said I have to give it to you because you're a big girl."

	"Lindsay, this is Marissa," Chyna said quietly. "I think we should..."

	Marissa spun and saw the other girl who did look something like her.

	"You're my sister!" she yipped and threw herself into Lindsay's lap.

	"Oof!" Lindsay grunted and then returned the hug. "We're really half-sisters, but that's okay."

	Marissa turned herself around in Lindsay's lap and snuggled against her. Sandra and Chyna were looking at Marissa with concern as some of the other girls gathered closer. Lindsay knew very well what it meant when a little girl was in a car with a man and asked her if she was alright.

	"Yeah," Marissa said. "He was a nice man and gave me candy."

	"And what else happened?" Chyna coaxed, looking relieved that the five year-old was obviously not traumatized.

	"I got eggs and tater tots for breakfast!"

	By now, Sandra's concern had turned to bemusement.

	"And did he do anything with his cock?" she asked Marissa.

	"Oh yeah," Marissa said as she remembered the lesser details. "He put it in my mouth and in my tinky. I got a boo-boo but it got better. My tinky got to ride up and down and he filled me up lots of times."

	"What do we do now?" Lindsay asked, concerned for the baby sister she just met.

	"What else?" Sandra replied with a grin. "We welcome her to the club."

	Marissa sat up straight in Lindsay's lap, proud to be one of the big girls now.



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