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Filename: getting5.txt
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story_codes: MMMM/g (10) cons, semi-cons, interracial

story_intro: Sandra is just what those horny black men In the van were  looking for when they were planning their porn movie. There was nothing nasty in the way that thick dark cocks were when they were plowing into a slender little preteen blonde. But when Sandra returns a little sorer but a couple hundred dollars richer for her afternoon of work, she has to contend with her stepfather who also has an itch to scratch.


story_language: English


Getting Directions, Story 5

Written by madvlad


	"Shit, are we driving off the fucking planet?" Jay muttered from the back as the van bounced on the pot-hole laced road that snaked from the highway.

	"Nah," LaTroy said easily as he kept the steering wheel from jolting in his beefy hands. "If our man says it's here, then it's here. Right, Miles?"

	The thin man in the passenger seat tapped at the GPS display on his phone, seemingly ignoring the question. 

	"No digitalized road," he read from the screen. "Hmph. We're probably close. Oh, yeah. There. Look over there!"

	LaTroy spared a look from the pocked road to the small hill by the entrance to the Knobby Shoals Mobile Home Estates. Scattered about the slope were some of the younger female residents of the dusty trailer park, their bare legs shining in the sun below their shorts and skirts.

	"Oh yeah," he said, urging the van forward with a little more gas as he was eager to get a closer look. "I'm getting hungry for some down-home, white trash cooking."

	"Hairless Heaven, bro," Jay cackled as he leaned forward between the two front street. "Oh damn, look at all of that sweet young pussy. We're gonna make some sequels, right?"

	"Yeah, if you don't scare off the talent," Miles scolded. "Just be cool, okay?"

	"Oh, man. I think that's your girl, Miles. The one Jonesy talked about."

	A slim girl had stood up as the van approached and she walked down the slope in a way that made the boyish hips beneath her cut-off shorts sway provocatively. It didn't seem possible for a child to pull it off, but she was doing it with grace.

	Miles licked his dry lips as he watched her. She was a golden girl all the way - from her wavy blonde hair to her smooth and lightly tanned limbs. Her eyes twinkled and her pouty mouth held a knowing grin as the white stick of a lollipop protruded from between them.

	The three men were going to make a porn video, starring LaTroy and Jay and some young co-star. Miles was the manager and had obtained a lead on where to find some cheap and highly illegal talent. His contact, a man whose real name might or might not have been Mike Jones, had recommended this place and, in particular, a ten year-old named Sandra who was the nominal leader of this little band of preteen tarts.

	The blonde girl stepped onto an old cinderblock placed by the road and stood like a siren enticing sailors onto her rock. LaTroy let the van coast to a stop so that Miles' open window was right in front of the girl. With her added height from the block, she was able to lean in through the window. The lollipop stick shifted as she worked the candy in her mouth while surveying the three black men.

	She slowly pulled on the stick, letting the red, sugary bulb on the end escape her lips with a wet pop.

	"You guys aren't from around here," she said with a slight twang. "Did you get lost or something?"

	"Yeah, something like that," Miles answered. "Maybe you can help us get where we want to go."

	The girl paused before answering, letting her tongue play languidly over her lollipop, coloring it a little redder from the treat. Inside the van, three adult penises were jutting stiffly in their respective pants. 

	"I'm real good at giving directions," the girl said. "Reeeealllll good. Men love getting directions from me. They get lost all the time so they can get what they need from me."

	Like LaTroy, Jay had abstained from sex for a month so he could get an especially large load built up. If this little girl kept talking like that and having oral sex with that sucker, he was going to lose it in his pants right now.

	"Yeah, we need directions to get back to the South Bank Motel," Miles told her in a voice that seemed a little hoarse. "A friend of ours named Jonesy said someone here might help."

	"I know a Jonesy," the girl replied. "I know a bunch of them. And some Smiths. And some..."
She gave the men a knowing look and batted her eyes. "And some Johnsons. I know a lot of Johnsons."

	"I'll bet you do," LaTroy whispered as he shifted in his seat to ease the strain of his erection against his fly.

	Miles cleared his throat before he could speak.

	"These roads are kind of tricky out here," he said. "Maybe you could some along to make sure we're going the right way."

	The girl sucked the lollipop into her mouth. Miles nearly leaned forward as he followed the candy's movement until it disappeared behind the soft, tempting lips. Then the girl stepped down from her cinder block and rapped on the sliding side door. 

	Jay opened it and the girl stepped in before giving the other girls a half wave. Jay slid the door closed and wondered if any of these girls understood the risk of getting into cars with strangers. Sure, they had to know about the sex, but what other kinds of creatures prowled this territory? Putting these thoughts aside, Jay introduced himself.

	"I'm Jay. The driver is LaTroy, and the little guy is Miles."

	Once again, the lollipop came out and the girl spoke.

	"Hi guys," she said in a sunny voice. "I'm Sandra."

	The South Bank Motel was known for several amenities like hourly room rates, laundered sheets done every two weeks or so (and five dollars at check in could get you a clean set on the spot) and a view of the scrubby shore of the river that lent the establishment its name. But the feature most prized by many of its guests was the "no questions" policy.

	Sandra was well-acquainted with the property, having given directions to this very place on several occasions. It was in one of these rooms that she lost her anal virginity at age seven. And now, with Jay and LaTroy undressed, she learned that her rear end would be working quite hard again today.

	When she saw their large, erect members - larger than her usual clients', Sandra had immediately felt her tender age of ten years. It was a feeling of smallness and helplessness - something she had struggled to keep buried for these past few years. But when eyeing the girl's preteen cunny, the men already knew they wouldn't be burying their pricks into that hairless hole today.

	"I might get it in," LaTroy told a relieved Sandra. "But that might hurt you something fierce and we don't want to do that."

	But there were plenty of other things that Sandra could do. Once she was nude, she sank to her knees, grabbing a cock in each hand while she took turns wrapping her wonderful lips around the head of each one before pushing forward and taking a remarkable amount of length.

	As Miles started the video cameras, he marveled at Sandra's oral skills. And her physical appearance was perfect. Her slender body showed no signs of impending maturity and she was indeed golden all over except for the small patches of white around her flat nipples and on her ass and in her crotch. The paleness highlighted those special areas that required special attention.

	Soon, the little girl was being lifted and manhandled between the two large men, their thick fingers and hungry lips finding all of those milk-white places. After some noisy slurping between the ten year-old's smooth thighs, one of Jay's coffee-colored fingers was sliding in and out of the child's bald slit, the sucking sounds of her hole testifying to her arousal inside. 

	Using Sandra's own lubrication, Jay slicked up his cock. The girl's light body was easy for him to lift and he pulled her to him until his black cock slipped between her taut, snowy ass cheeks. Sandra used every technique she knew to make it easier on both of them as he pushed into her. But he was the largest she had ever taken and the long groan she emitted as her anus was spread and violated by the man's meat was not faked. 

	Miles watched as most of Jay's shaft sank into the little girl. It certainly was tough on her but any complaints she might have made were silenced when LaTroy introduced his cock into her mouth. The girl went to work on him, using her lips and tongue and then her throat as her head was angled just right to take his entire length.

	The two men took their time orally and anally sodomizing the ten year-old. Jay didn't know how many pricks she had taken in her bottom, but her hot little asshole kept squeezing him and her slick rectum was soft and luxurious as it hugged his cock. Sandra couldn't help drooling in reaction to the sliding contact of LaTroy's organ and provided a slippery haven every time he buried his meat into her face. 

	Although LaTroy would pull out enough to let Sandra get her breath from time to time, her vision was getting spotty from the hard girth of the other man thrusting into her straining anal passage. Her feet were dangling above the floor as Jay held her waist and LaTroy her head as they gave the child a double cock-reaming.

	When he could take no more of the pressure and urgency in his balls, LaTroy completely withdrew, sending long streams of cum into Sandra's face and hair. She didn't know that her customers had been saving themselves to give her some huge loads and she got a better understanding when Jay came soon afterward. The preteen squirmed as her little ass was repeatedly filled with the man's nearly endless wad of semen. 

	When Jay was done, he pulled her off his cock and set her on her feet. After such a thorough ass-fucking, the little girl's legs were unsteady and both Jay and LaTroy managed to catch her before she crumpled to the floor.

	"Sorry," she said with a sheepish look on her semen-drenched face. "But you're so big."

	She meant Jay but LaTroy was a little bigger. They had planned for Jay to go first so she could be stretched for LaTroy. They took a break during which Sandra just wanted to lie on the bed and recover. Miles ogled her smooth and sleek form which seemed made for taking dicks in all of its tight little holes. He made mental notes on how he could make it so that her bald young snatch could get its fill of dark meat in a future video, perhaps with the aid of some black market pharmaceuticals.

	But in the present, LaTroy's and Jay's cocks were waking up from their post-coital slumber. Sandra looked nervous - something Miles made sure to capture on video - as LaTroy pulled her to his lap. He lifted her above his dick and then brought her down, spearing her early little rump with this thick black meat.

	"Aaauungh!" Sandra grunted, her eyes bugging as her previously taxed bung hole was opened either farther. "Ah, ah, ah..." she continued as she was pulled down in jerks as LaTroy filled her jism-lubed young ass.

	The girl was straining, there was no doubt. Her face was red by the time LaTroy judged she had as much inside of her as she could take. Patting her tummy reassuringly, he did not force her any lower. Sandra relaxed some and then opened her legs a little farther when she felt his hand sliding to her crotch. The man's dark fingers played with her hairless cunt, making her squirm a little on the impaling prick in her bottom.

	Once he had the child's twat wet enough, he slid his finger into her snug, juicy hole. Sandra moaned and arched her back as her slender body took a second insertion below the waist. Sweat matted the fine blonde hair on her forehead while she struggled with this new invader. With the moaning girl's cunny stretched, LaTroy slid his finger in and, making her bald labia shiny with her own dew. 

	Jay stepped next to her and Sandra's well-trained reaction kicked in. She leaned slightly toward him, taking his rod in her hand. Her plump lips hungrily wrapped around him and she earnestly humped her mouth back and forth, making his shaft gleam with her spittle. She massaged him with her entire mouth, taking him as far back as she could manage. At her angle, she could not get him into her throat, but the preteen whore still gave him a warm and skillful oral massage.

	With Sandra rocking slightly in time with the finger-fucking she was getting, LaTroy added his thumb to maul her clit. He soon had the little girl writhing, making her already straining ass twist and grind on his cock. When she came, Sandra's already snug pussy clamped harder on his finger while her muffled groan sounded around Jay's prick.

	That was enough for Jay and he pulled out of her mouth and aimed his dick lower, spraying his semen over the girl's flat chest and tummy. Sandra panted as Jay brought his still erect cock closer. Weakly, she leaned toward it and licked it clean, the seasoned young prostitute looking every bit the overwhelmed little girl.

	Once Sandra had Jay clean, LaTroy started moving her on his cock again. Her prolonged impalement and orgasm had loosened her a little more and she grunted as he slipped more deeply into her ass. The girl leaned back against him limply, her legs splayed lewdly before the cameras to display her wet, hairless cunt and the thick dark meat driving between her small pale buttocks. 

	LaTroy was sweating too with the effort it took to drive his cock in and out of the child's vise-like young ass. Her upper body was like dead weight leaning against him and he kept his eyes trained down on the little white girl who was accepting the hard buggering he was giving her. When his balls released Sandra jerked with every pump of semen that shot into her guts. LaTroy panted as he came long and hard, anally inseminating the ten year-old with his hot and heavy bursts.

	Holding one of the cameras, Miles stepped closer to pan over Sandra's sticky, ass-fucked little figure. When LaTroy whispered something in her ear, Sandra's old spark returned with a grin and a mischievous glint in her eye. Still trapped on his dick, she leaned forward and deftly unzipped Miles' fly. His underwear bulged into the opening, pressed outward by his erection.

	"Hey, hey," Miles started before going with the flow. 

	He tilted the camera downward, filming as the little blonde girl gobbled his meat. The lips and tongue that had so enticingly taken the lollipop earlier now worked their magic on his prick. His ebony dick disappeared in Sandra's white face and he felt her insistent suction pulling at him while her tongue washed all over his member. When he came, she swallowed everything instead of wearing it like she had with Jay's and LaTroy's sum.

	"Damn," Miles croaked. "We're definitely doing sequels."

	The sun was nearly down and the hill was deserted when Sandra was returned to the trailer park. She had told Miles it would cost a hundred bucks - forty each for fucking Jay and LaTroy and twenty for his blowjob. But he surprised her when he peeled off ten twenties. 

	"You're a star, baby," he said as she grinned at her new cache. 

	Now she stepped out of the van, wincing slightly as the pain in her still-throbbing bottom. She was happy with her pay and told the men she looked forward to their sequels whenever they wanted - provided she had a little time to recover between each one.

	When she got to her trailer, her mother's decrepit old Pontiac was gone. That meant she was off doing some sort of "business" in the city, likely running meth again. Her mother didn't think she knew, but Sandra often was awake when her mother and stepfather would talk at night.

	"You're late," Van said as she stepped inside.

	Sandra shrugged at her stepfather's remark. If he wanted dinner, he could dump something from a can into a bowl and microwave it, which was how home cooking was usually done here. But Van was hungry for something different.

	"Get yourself ready," he ordered.

	Sandra sighed and stripped before getting onto her mother's bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees as Van always liked to take her like a dog. She prayed he would use her pussy tonight as her ass was still smarting from this afternoon. And she was worried he might notice she was freshly used there, even if she had felt herself closing up.

	Van hawked a gob of spit in his hand and smeared it over his stepdaughter's smooth vulva. Her fleshy labia felt warm against his fingers and he knew he'd have her feeling a lot hotter once he was drilling inside her little quim. With no fanfare, he jammed his cock into the ten year-old's cunt, drawing a loud grunt from the girl.

	"That's right," he crooned. "Baby whore needs Daddy's big cock, doesn't she?"

	"Yes, Daddy," Sandra replied, having taken a few bruises until she learned exactly what he liked to hear. Even still, she still got bruised now and then.

	"Say it like you mean it, slut," he growled as he grabbed her neck with one hand.

	"Fill my little whore hole with your hot cock, Daddy," she choked out. "It's so big."

	Placated, Van returned his hand to her waist. He gripped her tightly as he sawed his prick in and out of the ten year-old's snug pussy. As her body responded to the agitation inside, her tunnel moistened. It wasn't out of lust from the girl, this time. It was just her body reacting to protect itself during the penetration.

	Van grinned as her cunny continued to squeeze him. He rutted harder into the preteen, feeling her twat get hot and buttery for him. They kept up the banter about him plugging her little cunt with his big dick and how she needed it so bad.

	Sandra's mind was barely on the words she uttered. Had Van known about the bigger dicks she had taken earlier today, he would have freaked out. And she knew he didn't care for black folks - that would have drawn an even louder reaction had he known they had their tools inside his little step-slut's mouth and ass. It might have been funny, but it would have turned violent very quickly. 

	Van didn't know about how Sandra and the others gave directions to the people who stopped at the hill. And she would never tell him. But she did resent how he and some of her mother's other men had freely used her as if they owned her body.

	Her mind jerked back to the sweaty copulation as Van thrust harder and faster. That meant he was getting close. She whimpered a little as he started to hurt her. He always liked her pained noises - it made him feel even bigger and stronger whenever he fucked the little girl. With a few more urgent thrusts inside of Sandra's grasping, juicy snatch, Van pumped his sperm into the ten year-old, marking his territory with a satisfied belch.

	Sandra flinched as she was sullied by her stepfather's seed. Then he punctuated it with more spoken filth.

	"That shows your little cunt hole who's boss. Now get your whore ass out of my bed."

	Somewhere within Sandra, that small kernel of resentment turned and sprouted, becoming hatred.

	Her mother returned around two in the morning. After some loud and sloppy sex, the woman and Van fell asleep. Sandra could tell by the two sets of discordant snores that they wouldn't be waking easily. In a small utility closet next to the bathroom, there was a loose access panel in the wall behind the hot water heater. The space between the heater and wall was too small for Van or her mother to fit into and the accumulation of dust balls in the corner meant Sandra did not have to worry about the panel being found during cleaning. 

	Removing the panel, Sandra pulled out an old green plastic container. Inside was nearly three hundred dollars in cash plus a few trinkets from customers. A couple of years ago, one of the older girls had advised her to keep a stash of emergency money "just in case". Sandra did just that, although a plan to use it hadn't started to germinate until one ejaculation too many from Van.

	She took half of the two hundred dollars she had made yesterday and placed it in the container. The other half would be used to treat the other girls on the hill to a spending spree at Discount Dollar. After sealing the container again, Sandra pondered its contents. 

	She was done letting Van use her like she was a poorly owned dog. Certainly, she couldn't fight him - she'd have to endure him still. But she could run away. With what she had just added, she now had almost four hundred in cash. In her bed, Sandra decided that she should run away to California because that's where all of the famous TV and movie stars and pop stars lived. Everyone was beautiful there and she could fit right in, giving directions and making more movies like the one she had just done.

	She gave her little stash some thought, wondering how much it would take to go to California and live there. It would be expensive - maybe as much as a thousand dollars, the ten year-old reasoned. She didn't know what things cost, but a thousand was an awfully large number, so it had to be enough. 

	Determined to keep saving a little at a time (she didn't want to short-change her friends on the hill, either), Sandra went to bed with visions of a golden road to the mysterious promised land of California settling into her dreams.

	"When did you get back, yesterday?" Chyna asked Sandra the following morning.

	The regular girls were gathering on the hill, ready to provide directions. Eight year-old Lindsay was sitting next to Chyna and Sandra suspected that Chyna was teaching her how to fool around girl-to-girl style. Sandra and Chyna had done it a few times and Sandra didn't mind it when her plump friend experimented with her. Lindsay's younger half-sister, Marissa, sat in Chyna's lap while Chyna arranged the five year-old's hair into twin pigtails. 

	Chyna, just a year younger than Sandra, wanted to be a hairdresser when she grew up and loved practicing on the other girls. Sandra thought about having Chyna be her hairdresser when she got famous out in California. But she wasn't sure if Chyna would come out since she lived with her uncle who treated her kindly.

	"I got back around sunset," she replied. "And I had a very interesting day."

	Sandra was the most admired girl of the hill group and her statement soon had the others clustered around her, begging to hear more.

	Sandra pulled out the five twenties she had kept from her stash and waved it to the chorus of "ooohh's". 

	"I got to make a movie yesterday," she announced to the breathless girls. "Not one of them clips the guys take with their phones, but a real movie with a bunch of cameras and a director."

	"Are you going to be a movie star?" Lindsay asked, her eyes huge.

	"Looks like I am," Sandra replied as she sat on the grass, her ravished bottom still twinging a little.

	The other girls moved closer, eager to hear more. Sandra settled back and smiled before continuing. Although she still dreamed of California, it was also nice to be the queen of the hill here.




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