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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, February 15, 2016

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: getting8.txt
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story_codes: MM/gg(8,5) cons, light bondage

story_intro: Lindsay and Marissa get to spend more sister time with each other when they are taken to a mansion where they get their scrumptious little pussies thoroughly pumped.


story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 8

Written by madvlad


	"I've never seen that car before," Chyna noted as she and some of the others hung out on the hill.

	"Sandra's gonna give him some 'irections," Marissa said as she lay with her head on Chyna's leg.

	Chyna and Conchita giggled at the five year-old's oft-repeated mispronunciation of the word "directions". Of course, its similarity to "erections" made it quite appropriate.

	"Sandra's great at taking care of erections," Anita joked, making Chyna and Lindsay laugh.

	Although she didn't understand the joke, Marissa laughed, too. Lindsay looked fondly at her little half-sister. Since she met her just a few weeks ago, she had found Marissa to be a bubbly child. But there had been an undercurrent of fear in the girl, too, which Lindsay attributed to Wanda, Marissa's mother. However, since Marissa was now living with Chyna and Chyna's uncle, the girl was never less than a little bundle of sunshine.

	Lindsay and Marissa shared the same father and had many of his physical features. That was all he had left his offspring as he had been out of their respective lives since Lindsay was a baby and before Marissa was even born.

	"Are you lost? Sandra asked as she peered into the open passenger window. 

	The driver was in a dark suit and didn't have the usual warm or slightly sheepish manner that the regulars did. He seemed cold and businesslike. Ignoring Sandra for the moment, he looked past her shoulder and then pointed.

	"Those two up there," he said coolly. "The brown-haired ones by the Hispanic girl and the one with curly hair."

	Sandra turned to confirm who she was pretty sure he meant.

	"You mean Lindsay and Marissa?"

	"Yes, send them down. I'll need them for the day."

	"Oh, having a threesome?" Sandra asked with an impish grin.

	The man did not smile back nor did he seem perturbed by the suggestion. He was just no-nonsense.

	"They're for my clients," he curtly explained.

	Sandra nodded and called for the sisters and then turned back to the man and slowly licked her upper lip.

	"While your clients are busy, what are you going to do? You shouldn't be lonely."

	Still no grin or any other emotion. 

	Damn, Sandra thought. He must be made of ice.

	"I'm on duty," was his only explanation.

	Sandra was about to ask him when he'd be off-duty, but she decided against that because she was getting nowhere with him. She wondered if he might be dangerous to her friends and frowned.

	Before she could react further, the man read her concern. 

	"These two will be back by late afternoon. It's a two hour drive to where they need to be. And they will be paid the standard rate of forty dollars per girl."

	For once, Sandra didn't have a comeback. He wasn't so creepy, she realized. He was just, well, on duty.

	"This is a nice car, mister," Marissa called from the back, getting only a slight nod from the driver.

	Shriver kept the conversation to a minimum. And like the chatty blonde girl, these two quickly learned that was how he was going to be. When he had left his employers' estate early in the morning, he had considered purchasing booster seats for the kids to stay in accordance to the state laws. But he opted not to, knowing full well if they were pulled over, a check of the license plate would have the cop hurrying to the window to tell him to have a nice day and be on his way.

	If the car had impressed the girls, the mansion with the sculpted lawn and topiary had them in complete awe. Shriver escorted the girls inside and brought them to a man in his early thirties before he left without a word.

	Unlike the driver, this man was friendly. 

	"Hello, Lindsay, Marissa. My name is Daniel."

	"Hi," Marissa chirped.

	"How did you know are names?" Lindsay asked.

	"My dad and I like to plan things out. You were scouted by one of our guys and we thought you two would be perfect for us."

	Lindsay was impressed that they had been so carefully chosen. Daniel brought the girls along to a drawing room where and elderly man sat in a chair. He did not get up as he greeted the girls and Lindsay had the impression that standing might be a chore for him. But his eyes blazed with a vitality that seemed to compensate for his physical frailty. Daniel made the introductions where the girls learned the other man's name was Abner.

	"Well, young ladies, let's get to business, shall we?" Abner asked with an eager grin.

	Lindsay and Marissa understood his intent and undressed. Daniel directed Lindsay to get on all fours atop a low coffee table in front of Abner's chair. She did so and Abner admired her smooth young figure in profile.

	"Marvelous, marvelous," he cackled. "Nice tone in that body with just the right bit of softness that little girls have. Now you, Miss Marissa, will be in my lap."

	Marissa happily complied since he seemed like such a nice old man. In no time, his hands were roaming her cuddly little body, stroking her face and neck and small limbs and rubbing her chest and belly. When he reached her crotch, Marissa opened her legs like a good girl, allowing Abner access to her chubby cunt. The man's aged fingers played over the bald morsel of girlhood, testing the pliant flesh and dipping into her tiny slit. He paused to apply some gel to one finger before he slid it inside and began fondling the childish prize he now possessed.

	Daniel had Lindsay similarly lubricated before he took something from a nearby credenza. Lindsay was surprised when he snapped a dog collar on her. Attached was a leash that he held as he knelt behind the girl and unzipped his fly. The coffee table elevated her to the perfect height and Daniel slowly worked his hard member into the eight year-old's hairless snatch. 

	"Lindsay is playing doggy!" Marissa cooed, making Abner laugh.

	Lindsay's eyes were closed as she forced herself to relax enough to accommodate the man's erection in her under-aged pussy. Daniel kept one hand on her waist while the other held the leash. The child's heated fuck socket gripped him as he slid into her greased interior. He had to go slowly, but the kid was worth it. 

	He could tell it was an effort for her as well and by the time her cervix stopped his progress, he had a little more than half of his cock buried in her luscious quim. She was even better than the nine year-old he had rented for a long weekend in Thailand in the spring and that girl had been in the trade far longer than Lindsay's few weeks. 

	Abner was impressed by how much cock the little girl could take. His son fucked the girl slowly and Abner knew that Daniel could make this last for quite some time. That was good because Abner needed a lot of stimulation to get erect anymore. Having a live kiddy porn show right in front of him while he was playfully violating an even smaller girl on his lap would hopefully do the trick.

	Daniel stroked inside Lindsay in long movements, withdrawing each time until only his head was inside before pushing back into the girl. Her snug little twat massaged his prick as it traveled her passage. He adjusted his movements, probing the child's sex and listening to her small peeps and moans when he found what kinds of pressure and spots made her tick. Having unlocked her secrets, he felt the hot flow of her own lubrication on his dick.

	Now he used a little more force inside the girl. Not enough to hurt - far from it. But it did make her gasp and pant more. When her head started to hang, he jerked on the leash to pull her up. He wasn't going to choke her as the leash was meant merely to subjugate her - as if an eight year-old with a man's prick in her cunny needed to be controlled any further. Still, it was intoxicating and what good was one's station in life if they didn't exploit it?

	Abner watched the eight year-old's exertions as she repeatedly took the man's cock into her well-stuffed cunt. Between Lindsay's strained expression, breathy gasps, and the sight of her small body curving and flexing as she was thoroughly fucked, Abner's penis was stirring. With Marissa squirming in his lap as he diddled her, he felt his member pressing against his pants and he seized the opportunity.

	After he unzipped and pulled his hard-on free, Marissa took it with her soft hands. Her delicate touches made him harder - as stiff as he could get. Age had taken some of the girth of his prick but that only made it easier for Abner to get it inside the precious tiny holes he enjoyed so much. 

	Like her sister, Marissa was nicely wet inside. With effort, Abner lifted her and she helpfully held his penis as he lowered her onto it. Marissa huffed as it entered her. It was bigger than a man's finger and the only other dick she had ever taken was when the first man had deflowered her in his van. Back then - all of two weeks ago - she had no idea of what was to happen. Now she did and she mewled as the man's big (in her eyes) cock disappeared between the hairless petals of her plump little cunny.

	Abner sighed loudly as his cock was enveloped in the tight and slippery sheath of a five year-old twat. The little girl's tunnel clamped hard on him as he proceeded to make her his sex toy. After having been molested for so long, Marissa's cunt was like a steamy oven for Abner's prick.

	Slick, fleshy noises and high girlish moans floated in the room as the two men fucked the sisters. Using the leash, Daniel kept Lindsay's head up in a way that made her resemble a show dog in its display pose while he plowed her delicious young pussy. She trembled with an orgasm and Daniel employed the leash masterfully to keep her in position, never slowing his pace. 

	Although he once mastered techniques to keep control, Abner was more intent on simply cumming these days. He peered down at Marissa's dripping pussy, her hairless lips snug around his thin cock as he rammed her up and down on it. With two fingers, he worked the child's clit, making her writhe until she climaxed. Not long after, Abner's balls released, sending his seed into the babyish womb of a child more than seventy years younger than him.

	Daniel lasted another twenty minutes, driving hard into Lindsay's sopping passage that never lost its hard grip on his cock. His balls convulsed, sending long ropes of semen into the little girl. The flow kept coming, making the eight year-old groan as the pressure increased before it managed to spurt out and coat her spread cunt mound. Satisfied, Daniel let go of the leash and let the child collapse. 

	Lindsay lay still, , her only motion coming from her deep breathing while the man's semen continued to leak from her bald slit. In Abner's lap, a well-fucked, climaxed, and inseminated tot stared drowsily at her sister. Abner continued to fondle her all over, she was so soft and fresh and he felt as if her youth was infusing him with more vigor. 

	The old man doubted he had the stamina to do this again in the same day, but Marissa might have been the one to make it happen. He knew Daniel could certainly give Lindsay hours more of fucking. But the reports from their observers indicated that the girls needed to be back by late afternoon so he and Daniel reluctantly sent the girls to be washed by discreet and loyal servants before Shriver drove them back.

	As the black SUV, smoothly coated toward the front gate, father and son watched from the window.

	"We'll definitely have to do this again," Daniel said in a tone he might use if arranging a get-together for tennis or drinks at their club. 

	"Yes," Abner mused thoughtfully before his face brightened in a grin. 

	Turning to his youngest son, he looked quite chipper and a bit younger.

	"You know, Daniel. Your brother, Steven, has always been a bitter disappointment to me with his unrepentant lifestyle of slumming. But I must admit that's he did produce for us a pair of fine little whores."




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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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