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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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Filename: junkyard.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(8), first, semi-cons

story_intro: Avery isn't really good at anything. That's quite a burden for an eight year-old but at least she finally makes a much-needed friend in the junkyard adjacent to the small house she shares with her father. She likes to play with Billy and Billy likes to play with her. But little does Avery know what game Billy will soon play with her.




story_language: English




Junkyard Dog

Written by madvlad


	As usual, Avery ignored the snickering as she boarded the school bus to return home. Much of the snide comments she heard were due to the location of her home. It was a small, ramshackle house whose owner had restored it to reasonably habitable condition and had rented it to Avery's father. As it sat next to a junkyard, it was far from being prime real estate but it was something that the girl's father, a night watchman, could afford.

	Her father's pay wasn't much, but it was the best he could do. Some years earlier, her mother had decided that his best just wasn't good enough and she left her disappointing husband with her disappointing child for parts unknown.

	At eight years old, Avery had yet to discover anything she excelled at. Despite her best efforts, her grades were at a passing level but showed no hope of ever rising above that. Gym class was always an embarrassment, as was the playground. With any organized team games, she considered it a success (or less of an embarrassment) when she was picked second or third from last instead of being the sole remaining choice. With her lank brown hair and thrift store clothing, she was far from being the cutest girl in class.

	Her father always told her not to worry and that she would find something she was good at, but often that promise seemed as vague and far away as the enchanted fairy tale castles she still occasionally daydreamed of. For now at least, her main goal was to get through each day with a little torment as possible.

	A she walked down the aisle, her eyes shifted in search of an empty seat. Behind her she could hear whispers of her unwanted nickname, Junkyard Dog. Not every kid did this, but enough of them did to sting. Avery had hoped to find a seat near the front so she wouldn't have to walk this gauntlet but was resigned to go all the way to the back to sit next to another outcast - an overweight boy who had a prodigious talent for mining endless nuggets of dried snot from his nose.

	Then someone called her name - her real name and Avery turned to see a blonde-haired girl patting the empty spot next to her. Gratefully, Avery accepted the offer.

	Shannon was two years younger, only in first grade, and she was always proud to have an older girl like Avery sitting next to her as if it gave her more stature in age. She was always well-dressed in bright clothes and had a sunny personality - the opposite of Avery. But the two enjoyed the brief companionship they had on the bus rides when it happened.

	After getting off the bus, Avery crept into the house, careful not to wake her father as the walls were quite thin. Behind the patch of scraggly grass that passed for a backyard was a chain link fence that bordered the junkyard. There was some old damage to it from years ago that allowed Avery to gain access into the place. There were endless rows of automobiles, appliances, industrial machines, and countless other things. It was a fascinating place that stoked Avery's imagination as she wandered - and she had only seen a fraction of the place.

	Several rows into the yard, there was a patch of dirt that Avery had decided to make into a garden. At school, students had been given packets of flower and vegetable seeds as part of some program promoting environmental awareness. She had followed the planting instructions exactly and had faithfully watered the area every day.

	But unknown to her, some solvents had spilled in that area from a leaking container some years past and the dirt was still unfavorable for growing anything. Avery had chalked up the dismal outcome to yet another failure on her part. Today there was still a bit of stubborn hope clinging to her and she went to inspect the place. A small flash of green made her giddy but then she saw it was a piece of plastic blown from somewhere. The soil remained barren as did her small well for hope.

	"Watchya doin' there?"

	With a startled cry, Avery wheeled around. Standing a few feet away was a scrawny man with unkempt, thinning hair and in need of a shave. After recovering from her initial fright, Avery noticed that he didn't seem angry or anything like that.

	"I...um...tried to grow a garden," she said weakly.

	The man squinted at the empty ground as he scratched a stubbly cheek.

	"It don't look so good," he stated. "But I never seen much grow around here 'cept for some weeds."

	Then his face brightened.

	"Oh yeah, I forgot. Are you that little girl who lives in that house over there?"

	"Yes."

	The man grinned widely.

	"I thought so. Me an' Gus seen you over there an' sometimes and when you was walkin' around here. It's a neat place, aint it?"

	Avery was relaxed as this man seemed friendly enough.

	"Uh huh. I like to pretend things when I'm in here."

	The man's smile grew and his eyes lit up.

	"So do I! Gus an' me work here an' get to live here. You oughtta see our place sometime. Boy, you'd sure like it. We got lots of videos about....oops. Well, all kinds of stuff."

	Avery looked around for this Gus the man had mentioned.

	"Is Gus here?" she asked.

	"Uh, no. He took the truck to get some stuff. You'll like him. He's really smart an' knows about all kinds of stuff. I'm glad me an' him is friends 'cause, well..."

	He paused to lower his head a little and scratch the side of his neck.

	"Well...it's on account that I aint so smart. Never was. But Gus don't mind. He just tells me stuff over an' over 'til I get it. He don't yell at me like my folks did an' like lots of people on the outside do. That's why I like it here. No one picks on me."

	Avery understood him completely.

	"My name's Avery," she said to her new friend.

	"I'm Billy," he said as he suddenly made a gun with his index finger and thumb, followed by a whispery gunshot noise with his mouth. "Just like Billy the Kid. I'm twenty-eight. How old are you?"

	"I'm just eight," Avery confessed.

	"So I'm older than you by...uh..." Billy mused, grimacing as he tried to think.

	Avery did the math too. This was an easy one for her since both of their ages ended with an eight.

	"Twenty," she said. "You're twenty years older than me."

	"Wow!" Billy breathed. "That was quick. Almost as quick as my draw."

	Again, he made his finger gun and "pow" noise. Avery laughed and he knew then they'd be good friends.

	"Hey!" Billy said. "Do you know how to drive?"

	"No."

	"I used to, but I had to stop because I kept banging into things an' couldn't get in-shore-ants. You need that if you bang into things. That's why Gus drives the truck."

	"Oh," Avery said, unsure of where this was going.

	Billy looked at her for another moment before he slapped his forehead.

	"I almost forgot. We got an old van in the other day. It don't run, but we can pretend drive. You wanna do that?"

	Avery happily followed Billy to a decrepit blue utility van. The back doors were open, showing racks that once had held tools and parts. It was sitting on blocks, the tires removed. Billy went in the front and got in the driver's seat while Avery went around on the other side and awkwardly climbed into the passenger seat.

	"Buckle up!" Billy yelled and Avery quickly did. "Where do you want to go?"

	Avery paused before she shouted, "Disney World!"

	"Woo!" Billy hollered as he stomped on the dormant gas pedal and jerked the steering wheel in all directions. The linkage was broken and he could move it freely. After they "arrived" at the Magic Kingdom, the van became a roller coaster and every other ride they could think of until Avery noticed the sunlight starting to fade.

	"I have to go and have dinner with my dad," she explained.

	Billy looked disappointed by nodded. As she got out of the van, he called to her.

	"Could you come back again and play?"

	"Yeah! Let's do it again tomorrow," she happily agreed and ran back home.

	The next day, Billy graciously offered the driver's seat to Avery. It was a hard climb and as he helped her get in, Billy saw Avery's skirt slide up. Her bare leg was completely exposed and he got a good look at her white cotton panties.

	Licking his upper lip, Billy wanted to reach out and touch Avery's leg. And touch her panties and feel inside them. But Gus had told him to take it slow. Slow was the way to go, Gus had explained. And Billy knew that Gus was so smart about these things.

	Over the next week, the front and back of the van became a stagecoach, castle, pirate ship, and space ship. Billy's and Avery's finger guns fired lead and lasers at all kinds of imaginary foes, leaving them vanquished while the two friends lived to have another adventure.

	One day, Billy had a new idea.

	"I'll be a bad guy an' you can be my victim. Bad guys always grab a helpless girl when they get away."

	Avery giggled at the idea of Billy being a bad guy, but she agreed.

	"Are you a bank robber?" she asked.

	"Sure," he said. "An' I gotta tie you up so you don't get away."

	Avery followed Billy to the back of the van where he had laid a musty old army blanket on the floor. He had her lie down and used duct tape to wrap around her wrists and secure them to the old racks on either side. Avery tugged, but couldn't get free.

	"I did real good at that, right?" he asked.

	"Yeah," she said calmly. "Now what?"

	"Now I have to radish you," he said.

	"Radish me? You mean like a vegetable?"

	Billy slapped his forehead in a gesture that Avery was by now quite familiar with.

	"I don't mean radish. It's ravish. I'm gonna ravish you."

	"What's that?"

	"I'll show you."

	Avery was perplexed when Billy pushed her faded denim skirt above her waist. Now he could see her panties and she didn't think he should do that. Maybe ravishing meant someone looked at your underwear. But she didn't want to spoil the game and was content to keep quiet until he pulled on her underpants.

	"Billy! No!"

	But Billy only laughed as she thrashed with her legs. He knew that Avery was being silly because how else was he supposed to ravish her if she had her panties on? For a change, he was the smart one and he liked that. Once he had them free of her feet, he carefully folded them and set them in the van. He wasn't about to toss them on the ground - that wouldn't be very nice at all.

	"Billy, I don't want to play this game," Avery begged.

	But Billy was now focused on the junction of the girl's legs. He had seen a few women naked in person - ones to whom Gus paid money so that he and Billy could fuck them. But nothing they had compared to the hairless perfection of Avery's childish cunt. He reached out and touched her, breathless at how warm and smooth she was there, her soft flesh compressing under his fingers.

	"Billy, stop!" Avery pleaded.

	She was sobbing now and Billy was impressed that she knew this part of the game. Just like Gus had said she would. When Billy unbuckled his pants and undershorts, Avery stared at the man's erection - the first she had ever seen. Billy swathed Vaseline on it and grinned at Avery.

	"Sure is big, aint it?" he asked proudly. "It's four whole inches long an' that's a lot. Gus has a bigger one, but mine does the job."

	Avery didn't understand what he was doing when he crawled on top of her. She flinched a couple of times when the tip of the man's dick brushed against her thigh. It was only when Billy pushed it against her little mound that she understood where he was going to put it. Stunned, she lay still, weeping quietly as something she didn't know much about was about to happen.

	The bald mound opened and spread easily for Billy as his head slid forward. Her inner lips were a little more stubborn, reluctantly stretching for him as Avery whimpered. Then he was stuck and couldn't go any further. But Gus, bless him, had known that might happen and told him to give it a good hard push. It would hurt Avery, but it was the best way to do; kind of like taking off a Band-Aid quickly instead of going slow.

	Billy did just like Gus told him and rammed into the girl's virgin twat. Avery screamed as her membrane was ripped apart. The warm liquid touch on his cock told Billy she was bleeding. But that was okay because Gus had explained that girls had to do that the first time to get them nice and slippery since they didn't know how to fuck yet.

	The eight year-old's cunt felt wonderful as Billy's cock squeezed into it, much better than those women Gus paid. And this was Avery's first time and Billy was impressed at how good she already was. Happily, he pumped his prick into the squirming child, rubbing her tender tunnel with his hard meat. She really was a wet little thing inside and Billy rutted in jackhammer strokes, creating a lewd friction between them.

	Avery's mind was spinning as she tried comprehend everything. First was the shame of her nakedness and being touched there. Then was the horrible pain when she was first entered. And now there was this hardness moving inside of her, in a place she had never considered as anything special and during an act she had never known.

	"Ah!" Billy groaned and Avery felt the thing inside her jerk as a prelude to another surprise.

	Hard spurts of something hot burned their way into her pussy and Billy stopped to let his balls empty into his playmate. Avery was stunned, trying to comprehend the act she had just endured as Billy pulled out of her. Behind him, she heard another, deeper voice.

	"Nice work, Billy."

	Billy stood up outside of the van stepping to one side. Avery saw a man a head taller than Billy and much beefier with his gut straining between a pair of suspenders that held his jeans in place. The man leered at Avery, particularly at her deflowered cunny as Billy's semen, laced with blood, trickled out of her.

	"I done popped her cherry, just like you said, Gus," Billy informed him eagerly, bobbing his head like a dog might do with his master.

	"You sure did," Gus agreed. "I couldn't have done a better job myself."

	Billy grinned at the praise as Gus focused on the raped little girl still secured in the van.

	"You must be Avery," he said, rubbing a bulge in his pants that Avery could see. "I told Billy that the best cunts are little baldies like yours. You do look tight and juicy."

	Avery tried to break free of the tape as Gus sat down on the back edge of the van, making it groan as it shifted on its dying suspension. Opening a tool bag, Gus removed a cylindrical, flesh-colored object adorned with bumps and a small hooked protrusion on the side. He twisted the bottom of it and Avery could hear a faint buzzing noise.

	"Now before I dip my straw in you, I'm going to teach you how to fuck and cum with this. Besides, it will help you get a little looser and trust me, you're going to want that."

	Avery mumbled fearfully as Gus inserted the thing into her snatch. She jerked at the buzzing touch but could do little else as he slowly pushed it inside of her, twisting it to let the knobbed surface work at her quim. She cried as he fucked it in and out, but found she was feeling odd in there. And odd was becoming good.

	Reading the look in her eyes, Gus gave her a greasy smile.

	"That's it, little girl. Don't fight it. Let that sweet young cunt of yours heat up."

	Gus pushed Avery's shirt up, letting his fingers play over her flat chest as it rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

	"See here, Billy," Gus lectured. "Even if she doesn't have tits yet, her nipples can get hard."

	Billy licked his lips as he watched, his eyes flickering between Avery's undeveloped chest as the thick vibrator that was churning in and out of the eight year-old's hairless, gooey cunt.

	"See how I can get it deeper now?" Gus said. "When a girl gets aroused, her pussy actually elongates. That means you can go inside her more. And you're liking this, aren't you Avery?"

	Avery was still scared and embarrassed, but could not deny the electricity in her inflamed snatch. Gus aligned the hooked protrusion on the vibrator so that it touched her clitoris. The girl involuntarily jerked at the sensation, jamming her twat harder onto the sex toy. Billy was amazed and Gus began using the device with more force. Avery was mewling and twisting her pelvis as her cunny demanded. Then she went stiff for a moment, her eyes wide.

	"Guh!" she sighed as her rear fell back to the blanket.

	"Good girl," Gus said as he pulled the thing out. "You know how to cum now."

	When he had his dick free of his pants, Avery saw that he was much bigger than Billy - even a little bigger than the vibrator which had just opened her world. Gus got to his knees, shuffling forward as he pulled Avery's legs wide.

	The little girl's twat was drooling as he entered her. Avery moaned in discomfort at the wider girth of his meat, but her obedient pussy stretched to take him until she had been completely penetrated. Gus sawed in and out, the child's cuntal tube feeling like a wet, second skin as it clamped on his sliding cock. As she was fucked, tiny bubbles of sex fluid gurgled out from her straining, hairless hole.

	Billy watched from behind. He couldn't get over how wide Avery's pussy had opened; the fleshy mons now just a smooth ring of skin around Gus' plowing meat. Above each of Gus' thighs were the girl's small, sneakered feet. The pink soles looked cute like that, Billy decided.

	Gus let out a grunt and Billy saw a flood of jism now squirting from Avery as her immature sex could not hold his entire load. The bigger man pulled away and backed out of the van where he zippered his pants.

	"Did you like her?" Billy asked hopefully. "She's the best fuck I ever had."

	"Mine, too," Gus confirmed.

	Delighted, Billy turned to Avery.

	"Did you hear that? You're a really great fuck. Gus said so an' he's had lots and lots of 'em."

	Avery could only mumble something as Billy leaned over her and untaped her wrists before backing away. She was free but could only stare at him.

	"Good," Billy said. "Gus thought you might try to run off but I told him we was good friends. So now I'm going to fuck you again 'cause your pussy is so good."

	As Billy slid into her, Avery looked at Gus. He was rubbing his crotch and she knew he would have another turn as well. While he was stroking his cock in and out of the little girl, Billy went on and on about how good she was and Gus kept nodding as he waited. After Gus had his turn, he whispered to the girl suggesting how much better it would be if she still came to visit - or else he'd have to visit it her at her house where her father would learn what she was doing.

	Billy was practically hopping with excitement when Avery arrived at the van the next afternoon. This time, he took her deeper into the junkyard until they reached a low, wide building.

	"This is where me an' Gus live. Aint it great?" Billy gushed as he led her inside.

	In the living room, there were posters of movies featuring naked women. Gus was in a chair, rubbing himself while on the television a large-breasted woman was on her hands and knees, servicing two men at once.

	Avery couldn't help staring, knowing only the one position she had experienced and never conceiving that a mouth could do such a thing. Then Gus noticed her and grinned.

	"Good, you're here," he said. "We've got lots to teach you today."

	Both nervous and intrigued, Avery began removing her clothes.

	Within fifteen minutes, she was on her hands and knees just like the woman on TV. Gus had his prick in her mouth and Avery was just getting the hang of how he liked it sucked. She had been a little intimidated when he placed his meat in front of her face. But he was patient as she slowly drew the head into her mouth, letting her explore the contours with her tongue.

	For a brief moment the impact of what she was doing made her light-headed and about ready to faint. But Gus patted her head and kept assuring her she was doing a good job. He even encouraged her to keep rubbing him with her tongue because she did it so well.

	Now she had her lips firmly clamped on his shaft as he moved it in and out of her mouth. And she kept working over the moving thing with her tongue, drawing praise from the man for being such a natural at this.

	Billy was kneeling behind her, running his smaller dick in and out of her slick, clenching pussy with quick movements. The girl felt the heat blooming in her prepubescent sex and it seemed to be stoked by what she was doing orally as well.

	Sliding her eyes back to the TV, Avery compared herself to the pretty woman still performing. Avery was doing everything that she was, except for the fact that she had no tits that could sway. All the same, Gus and Billy seemed to like her flat chest. And like the porn actress, the eight year-old was taking two cocks in her slim body, milking them to the point where they were pumping semen down her virgin throat and into her small uterus. The little girl quivered at the new and fascinating sensation of two simultaneous injections of hot jism deep inside her.

	"Boy, Avery is real good at fucking, aint she, Gus?" Billy cackled as his prick remained embedded in the child's twat.

	"She's the best," Gus confirmed.

	As she sampled the taste of man spunk in her mouth, Avery wasn't sure if she liked it all that much. But she wouldn't mind sucking again anytime they wanted - or performing any other act they might want her to do. After all, she had finally found something she was very good at doing.



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