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Friday, May 23, 2014

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: moviesce.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(10), cons, porn

story_intro: Part of a series of stand-alone stories about scenes from porn films. Young Alana really knows how to carry a tune. But when two men answer her siren song, she'll be facing more than just the music.

story_language: English





Movie Scenes: Double Trouble

Written by madvlad


	Alana squirmed impatiently backstage. She had managed to peek from behind a curtain as the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen were seated and served cocktails by waiters in tuxedoes. It was all so perfect and the ten year-old was very proud to be wearing a very grown-up dress tonight. For weeks, she had been rehearsing her song and now she would have a full, live audience as well as the twenty or so video cameras placed on and around the stage to record her performance.

	The house lights darkened and the emcee stepped to the microphone as the crowd's conversations muted.

	"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began in a low voice. "It is my pleasure to introduce...Alana."

	With a slight bow, he stepped away as the first notes floated from the orchestra. From above and behind the audience, a lone spot light struck the center of the stage, illuminating the small figure standing before the microphone.

	Alana's honey-blonde tresses were brushed to one side, elegantly sweeping past one nearly bare shoulder before ending in a slight curl. Her white skin practically glowed, smooth and without blemish; where her gown and gloves did not cover it.

	The dress was a silvery satin, caressing her slender figure in certain places without being obviously tight. Held by two thin straps than ran over her shoulders, the front was cut low in a V. A shallow indentation in the child's chest showed where one day she would have cleavage. As the material shifted under the lights, a sharp eye could spy two small points on the otherwise flat front where the girl's nipples had been rubbed erect by the fabric.

	Her blue eyes flashing from behind long lashes, Alana began to sing a tune reminiscent of the old torch songs from the forties and fifties. The song was about the heartache from a series of unrequited loves, an experience well beyond her modest years but she pulled it off perfectly. Her thin arms, encased in silver velvet evening gloves that were fitted up past her elbows drew together as she clasped the microphone with both hands. 

	She caressed the cylindrically shaped device slowly and deliberately as if her young fingers were working on something else. Alana's voice held the key perfectly, rather mature in a way but with a slight childish pitch that hinted at her tender age. 

	As the song progressed, Alana swayed to the music, her narrow hips slowly moving side to side. Then she subtly shifted her body, angling left and right and giving her enraptured audience a view of her bare back exposed by the low cut of her dress that ended just above the tight swell of her buttocks. The shiny satin smoothly pressed against her bottom and the minimal curves of her pelvis as she rode the song along.

	A trumpet sounded a series of sharper notes and the stage lights came on. As the tempo of the song changed, Alana's manner became more aggressive.

	"And that's why now I only want double trouble," Alana belted out. 

	Her voice took on a subtle growl as the mournful waif became a hungry seductress, casting off the shackles of heartache for something much more gratifying. A pair of handsome young men in tuxedos walked from each side of the stage, approaching Alana as she finished her lyrics.

	The orchestra played on as one of the men carefully took the microphone from her and laid it down. When he stood up, he and the other each tugged a strap from Alana's shoulders. When they released them, the shimmering dress slithered down, exposing the girl's nearly nude body. 

	She was barefoot and now only wore the evening gloves as she looked out to the crowd that was now ogling her prepubescent body. The men unzipped their flies and one stepped behind Alana, lifting her up until her snowy ass cheeks were positioned just above the wide head of his prick. His swarthy member gleamed, obviously lubricated in advance.

	Alana was pulled down, floor-mounted cameras capturing the image from below as the small buttocks were spread by the hard shaft. As she was pulled against the man's dick, Alana grunted as her anus was forced open by the invading meat. With more hard jerks, she sank completely down until only the man's balls were visible. There were gasps from the audience that so much meat could fit into the child. 

	The man slid his hands from her waist to her thighs, shifting so Alana could lean back against him. Pulling the girl's legs up and apart, he caused the hairless lips of her demure mons to part, exposing the pink interior. The man turned so he and Alana were sideways to the crowd and the second man moved in. Pushing against the little pussy, the man rocked his hips as he worked his way into the child's snatch.

	The orchestra played the chorus of "Double Trouble" as the ten year-old was ruthlessly impaled on two cocks at once. Although a veteran of pedo sex, Alana had never taken two men at once - at least not with both taking her below the waist. Discomfort flitted across her features as her cuntlet, normally tight and now compressed by the man meat stretching her rectum, surrendered and was pulled excruciatingly taut by the second prick. A series of sharp breaths marked the man's progress in her cunny until he had reached her cervix. He wasn't in as deep as the man behind her, but the little girl was filled to the brink. 

	The men moved in concert, with one withdrawing so that only his head remained inside the girl before pushing back in. There would be a pause while Alana had both holes completely crammed before the other man would do the same slow retreat and push back inside. The child's slim white body undulated as it hung between the two men while they thrust in and out of her tightly drawn tunnels.

	Alana's head lolled from side to side and front and back while her eyes rolled in their sockets. Gone was the sultry singer as the greased cocks pummeled the little girl, making slick noises as they reamed her delicate orifices. 

	Seemingly dazed, Alana snapped to full consciousness when the men came inside her. A hot explosion agitated her bowels while another set of bursts seared her sex organs. Together, the men pulled her up and off them, turning so that she faced the audience while copious floods of semen exited her raw anus and her bald cunny.

	Lacking the strength to stand, Alana managed to stay up on her knees. She reached her crotch with one hand, cupping it and scooping a dripping mass of jism which she noisily slurped. One white gob stood out on her glossy red lower lip. She retrieved the microphone and looked directly into once of the cameras. With a slow sweep of her tongue, she cleaned the semen from her mouth and asked, "Who's next?" before punctuating it with a saucy wink.



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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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