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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, January 14, 2016

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Filename: mallorys.txt
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story_codes: MF/g(10), g-solo, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Young Mallory feels very grown up as she takes the subway to and from her new school. But it's a slightly loose pole on a shaking train that introduces her preteen body to some very grown-up sensations. Every ride home becomes an exploratory adventure in masturbation. Although she thinks she is going unnoticed, she eventually finds that there are others who have been watching - and will not merely watch any longer.





story_language: English




Mallory's Ride

Written by madvlad


	The green light accompanied the chime as the subtler click announced that the turnstile was unlocked for one person to pass through. Granted her entrance, Mallory strode through before pausing to securely tuck her subway pass into the inner pocket of her private school blazer. After two weeks of taking the train at the start of the school year, the ten year-old still felt like a grown-up every time she embarking on another solo commuter journey. She had just begun the fifth grade and was attending a different school now.

	Arriving at the platform, Mallory turned right and strode to the far end where she would board the first car. When she first started doing this, she thought she could avoid one of the more crowded middle cars. But she found that this car also filled fairly full - just not as uncomfortably jammed as the middle ones. She might have tried the other end of the train to see if the last car was any lighter in load, but the first car always had her spot.

	Her spot.

	That was how she viewed it now. Just forward of the forward side doors, there was a stainless steel pole perhaps an inch in diameter that provided something stable to hold while she was standing. The pole helped support a higher horizontal pole that ran the length of the car, providing dangling handgrips for other standing passengers that were still slightly out of reach for the short-for-her-age Mallory. By the time she boarded, most of the seats were taken but she didn't mind standing since she spent most of her school days seated at her desk.

	At first, she liked the spot because she could look through the windows of the front end doors and into the operator's car. After a few days, the simple controls in there and the forward view through the windshield had become commonplace. Then she discovered a new purpose in her spot.

	The pole was a little loose where it was anchored to the floor and on the horizontal pole at the top, giving it had a tendency to vibrate. As the car filled, Mallory hugged herself to the pole with the thing positioned in the middle of her front. The pole consisted of three segments joined by two brackets. The lower bracket was right at Mallory's crotch height. 

	It was by accident, but the little girl had discovered the first frissons of sexual stimulation while hurtling through the subterranean depths of the city. Mallory quickly found it helped when she shifted a little to rub against the pole, delighting in the tiny shivers the action elicited in her still childish body. Her blonde hair, tied in a ponytail and reaching the small of her back, would gently sway with the combination of the train car's rocking and her careful maneuvering.

	She had carefully looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but the other people were well-practiced in the art tuning out their immediate surroundings while packed at close quarters. And since Mallory was below eye level, her little masturbatory experimentation went unnoticed.

	When the train doors opened with a pneumatic hiss, Mallory squeezed her slender body through the throng and took her usual station. In that area, there was a two -seat bench that faced inward, meant of people with disabilities if needed. The left end of the bench was against the forward wall of the car and the right end was nestled against a partition where a rear-facing bench was positioned on the other side. That also created a little more privacy since her pole was in front of the bench and not many others would notice her as the car filled.

	Checking her surroundings, Mallory saw the three other "regulars" in her corner of the car. On the left seat of the bench was a heavyset black man in a city utility worker's garb. By the time Mallory boarded, he was always asleep with a set of ear buds planted in his ears. He spent the ride snoozing to his music, whatever that might be. Mallory could not recall ever seeing his eyes open as she disembarked before he did.

	The other two people were a man and woman dressed in business attire. Sometimes the man sat on the bench while the woman stood near the pole - on the rear-facing side. Usually it the woman sitting while the man stood, as they were today. As far as Mallory knew, they were co-workers as they often chatted about the office or some project while taking no notice of the child nearby. 

	With a small jolt, the train accelerated from the station. Mallory pressed against the pole, feeling the familiar vibration through the front of her skirt and her panties. She shifted her hips slightly, making the bracket dig at her immature snatch. Having learned what worked best, it wasn't long before Mallory felt the pleasant itchiness in her sex.

	Lately, she had even become wet by the time she reached her stop. She and some of her friends had shared whispered conversations about sex and the changes that would soon be visiting their young bodies in the next few years. One girl had an older sister who had showed her how to touch herself in certain places. Mallory and the others had giggled, feeling partly scandalized and perhaps a little more curious. But now Mallory was set on exploring the intimate secrets that lay hidden between her legs.

	She wondered if her arousal meant she was becoming more mature. Already, two of her friends were showing some puffiness around their nipples. Mallory was painfully aware that she still remained as flat as her little sister was. However, she was now the proud owner of a training bra which she managed to convince her mother to purchase because she could start growing "any day, now". The insignificant little garment was a rite of passage for her group and she was pleased to wear it even if she had nothing to fill it with yet.

	Mallory caught herself moving a little too obviously against the pole and paused, hoping no one had noticed. The black man was still asleep and the business man was standing behind her, engrossed in something on his smart phone. But when she looked at the business woman, Mallory saw her looking right at her with a knowing smile.

	"Go on," the woman mouthed silently and tilted her head toward the pole.

	Mallory blushed stood still as she clutched the metal that had suddenly become slippery in her sweaty hands.

	After a minute, it was obvious to Gayle that the girl wasn't going to continue. That was a shame. She and her co-worker/lover Steve had been enjoying the little shows the petite blonde had been unknowingly giving them for the past week or so. The kid was adorable, bumping and grinding like a subtle version of a pole dancer in her cute schoolgirl uniform. Steve had been recording her today on his phone and Gayle looked up at him, giving him a nod.

	Steve took a partial step toward the girl and leaned in. His leg pushed against her rear and he could feel the firmness of her little rump as he pressed her against the pole.

	Mallory was making noises in her throat as she was pushed against the pole. She had been found out! But the man and woman didn't mind and wanted her to continue. She tried to resist, but the presence of the hard metal and the vibrations against her sensitized pussy made her hips nearly move of their own volition. The man's leg moved against her bottom, pushing and easing back and forth in a rhythm the little girl didn't know was a simulation of copulation. 

	Mallory closed her eyes and gave in to what was happening. The on-and-off pressure from behind made her experience even better this time and she churned her pelvis to enhance it as she molested herself against the pole.

	Something was happening inside her - she could feel the aching pressure of something building.  But then the man moved away and Mallory realized the train had stopped again. The woman got up and patted her head before exiting with the man. Their stop was the one before hers. For the next few minutes until her station, Mallory clung to the pole and wondered about the thing that had been developing in her cunny and of what other things her new adult friends might show her.

	The next day, they didn't even wait for the train to leave after Mallory had boarded. Steve was once again pushing Mallory against the pole, pressing her little cunt against the vibrating pole bracket as the train departed. Next to the sleeping man, Gayle watched as the ten year-old was forced to hump the pole. 

	Checking the surroundings, Gayle saw that, as usual, no one was paying them any mind. She leaned forward and pulled up the hem at the front of Mallory's blue pleated skirt until the white cotton panties were exposed. The little sex kitten was already damp and Gayle could make out the delicate puffs of the child's labia through the wet material clinging to the hairless surface. 

	Steve pushed Mallory forward again and Gayle let go of the hem. The girl's skirt dropped, concealing on either side where Mallory's pantied crotch was making love to the metal pole.

	Throughout the day, Mallory's mind had been drifting from the classroom to the events of the previous day. With hours between what had happened, she wondered if she was a pervert to enjoy what had happened. She considered speaking to the man and woman but before she could work up the nerve, she was once again doing her pole dance. Without the thicker material of the skirt, she could feel the metal bracket much more clearly with only the thin layer of her underpants shielding her pussy from her inanimate lover. 

	Steve pushed the girl with his legs as before and Mallory was losing all of her restraint against the rising tide of lustful urges in her sex. The grade-schooler's twat had saturated her panties and was crushing and grinding against the pole. As she was trapped between the man and the pole, Mallory was also trapped between her helplessness and her lust. 

	The train lurched slightly as it passed over a switching junction and Mallory's upper body moved sideways. Her chest scraped against the pole and through the layers of her blouse and training bra, Mallory's nipple responded to the contact.

	This was new. In the maelstrom of arousal radiating from her crotch, Mallory wanted to repeat that feeling in her no-longer dormant titlet. As she humped the pole, she twisted and rubbed her chest against the metal, making her undeveloped nipples stiffen inside the silken cups. In her lustful daydream, Mallory imagined her breasts suddenly sprouting, straining at her thin, flimsy bra, pressing achingly against the bonds of the material. 

	Her fantasy coupled with the fire between her legs and Mallory suddenly bucked as something incredible happened. She didn't understand but knew it was somehow the fruition of everything that had been happening. As the orgasm struck her lithe little body, Mallory let out a sharp breath, grabbing at the pole desperately as her legs became unsteady. 

	She lost track of time as she clung to the pole. When the man and the woman got up to leave, she blinked her eyes as if she had just awoken in a new place. She managed to take a step and fell into the seat that the woman had just vacated. As she waited for her stop, she stared at the pole where it gleamed from a wet area where her ten year-old pussy had been polishing it.

	Looking forward to her ride home, Mallory was feeling twitchy between her thighs as she boarded the train after school. For three days now, she had been rubbed against the pole until she climaxed. After the first time, she had done some searching on the internet - and constantly looking over her shoulder every time she heard a noise -  to try to determine what the strange occurrence had been and had been both mortified and pleased to learn of her body's reaction. 

	Yesterday at lunch, Janie Robinette, who currently sported a pair of nipple buds swollen to the size of small cherries, had bragged about they felt when she touched them in the bath. Most of the girls had tittered but Mallory had remained silent, blushing at the remembrance of her flat nips against the pole. Janie had mistaken Mallory's reaction for immaturity and had teased her a bit, but Mallory never told the group about what she really knew. Besides, Janie had become rather stuck up ever since the start of school when she determined that she had the biggest boobs in the fifth grade. 

	Once on board the train, Mallory brushed a hand over her hair to wipe some of the water off. It had been raining all day. But the moistness she felt beneath her skirt had nothing to do with the weather and her tummy fluttered in anticipation of another orgasm. Today the man and woman had switched places and the man sat on the bench with a rain-spattered trench coat folded over his lap.

	Mallory wondered if the woman would press her against the pole and the answer was affirmative as her cunny mashed against it. The girl didn't wait for help and pulled her skirt up to let her panties make contact with the metal before dropping it again to hide her lewd secret. 

	Gayle made quick work of the girl, getting Mallory to cum before the trip was halfway done. But to Mallory's surprise, the woman guided her to the Steve who promptly pulled her onto his lap facing outward. Then he pushed the trench coat on top of Mallory's lap, hiding from view his hands as they slid up her skirt. Mallory stiffened at stared wide-eyed at Gayle who only smiled in return.

	Between the child's smooth thighs he encountered the drenched material of her panties. Steve pulled them away from her crotch, eliciting a whimper from Mallory. With a small, razor-sharp pen knife, he slit the crotch open from side to side, leaving Mallory with only her waistband in place and some material hanging loosely all around.

	She shifted uncomfortably in his lap as he fumbled beneath her. Then she felt the hot kiss of something fleshy that wasn't his fingers. He moved it around between her legs, touching her thighs and bared vagina with it. With disbelief, she realized it was his penis. She had seen illustrations when Janie Robinette had snuck a sex education book into school and had showed their little group. 

	From that discreet bit of time, Mallory understood where a man put his penis but she could not imagine such a thing going into her small slit. But sure enough, he lifted her enough so that she was astride the head and began to pull her down. Mallory swallowed hard as she felt her outer labia open and gave the woman watching her a panicked look. But the woman only smiled again and gently stroked the girl's cheek. 

	Her nerves taut, Mallory desperately wanted to yell. But then what? Would the police be summoned? What would they think if they had a doctor examine her only to find her privates exposed and lewdly wet from the stimulation she enjoyed.  In the middle of the public train car, she was isolated and trapped.

	Steve felt the well-lubricated lips of the little girl's mound spread for her, clasping at his glans. Her inner gate was less accommodating but it did stretch to give him a little purchase. The train was at a stop and people were exiting and boarding, completely oblivious to the carnal act taking place in close proximity. As he watched them, Steve wondered how many of them would be appalled if he did it openly and how many would be enviously waiting their turn for a go at this preteen prize.

	Willing himself not to cum yet, he waited until the train moved on again. Once inside the tunnel, it was a little darker and much noisier. Thus masked, he put a hand over the girl's mouth and pulled her down, lancing through her childish cherry and into the snugness of her underage cuntlet.

	Although her moth was covered, the girl's expression in her eyes was priceless to Gayle as her virginity came to an end. She writhed beneath Steve's coat, but Gayle watched her sink lower as Steve kept tugging on her and cramming as much of his meat as he could into her.

	The little girl's cunt was well heated and quite slippery from her climax as it engulfed Steve's prick. For such a slender girl, she had quite a strong grip on him as he penetrated her. Perhaps her cunny muscles were trying to resist his intrusion, but they only gave him a hard caress as he filled the ten year-old's straining twat hole. Having put as much cock into her as her prepubescent body could fit, he moved her up and down on his member, concealing much of the motion beneath the bulk of his coat. 

	When he felt the girl surrendering, he dropped his hand away. Mallory's mouth hung slackly and her eyes were huge as she felt the man's hardness sliding in and out of her aching and squelching young snatch. Steve's finger found her clit and got busy on the child's stretched, hairless cunt mound. This, along with the force of his movements inside her as he rubbed her taut tunnel, overrode her discomfort and stoked her arousal once more.

	Sitting in public, Steve fucked the little girl, pressing her newly deflowered young pussy into service. Time was limited and as much as he wanted to prolong this, he didn't and after a few minutes pumped the ten year-old's organs full of semen. 

	Gayle's cunny was itching as she watched. Although there was not much to see she knew quite well was Steve's cock was doing to the little blonde's teeny pussy. The girl's eyes fluttered and she moaned softly as she was inseminated for the first time in her young life. 

	Steve pulled her off and quickly wiped her with a handkerchief, before zipping his pants. Being sure to give Gayle a glimpse of the bloodstained linen, he then tucked it away. Gayle helped the girl stand, allowing Steve to stand. Then Gayle put the girl back on the seat, patting her cheek and giving her a reassuring smile before she and Steve left at their stop.

	Mallory sat, dazed, as she felt the throbbing between her legs. It had hurt, but she could not deny the more powerful reactions she had felt as well. The man next to her continued to sleep, unaware of the momentous event in the young girl's life which had occurred mere inches away. 

	At her stop, she carefully stood, walking slowly. Her small cunny began to leak more of the man's issue. With her panties cut open, she felt very naked under her skirt. The stuff inside her quim was starting to trickle down her legs and the girl walked with her legs pressed together as much as possible to conceal her new experience from the unknowing world.

	The minutes dragged like hours through the school day. It didn't help that Mallory hadn't slept well the night before. In her dreams, that man was always pumping his thing into her as she sat in his lap. His coat was covering her lap and she really wanted to see what it looked like going inside of her, but she could never manage to move the coat.

	And just as she was about to cum, Janie Robinette would suddenly appear in front of her, complaining that Mallory had no business doing this when she didn't have any tits yet. Then Mallory's pre-orgasmic build-up would evaporate. Mallory awoke with the alarm, feeling frustrated and cross - and a little sticky between her legs.

	When she got on the train, all was usual. And she knew Janie wouldn't be here. But the woman was sitting and Mallory wasn't sure what to do until the man guided her in front of the bench. 

	Gayle looked around and saw no one looking their way. The man next to her wasn't moving as he remained lost in his afternoon nap. With Steve positioned at an angle behind and to the side of the girl, Gayle had her chance. From her purse, she extracted a small, egg-shaped vibrator. The girl looked confused and Gayle felt a thrill run through her knowing the child was about to get another lesson in sex. 

	Using gel from a small tube, Gayle quickly greased the egg. After another quick check of their surroundings, Gayle lifted the front of the girl's skirt and pushed the front of her panties down. Her bald quim looked fresh and delicious with the fleshy folds pursed so demurely that it was hard to imagine it being stuffed with Steve's hard meat twenty-four hours ago. 

	Gayle pushed the egg into the hairless slit, feeling the resistance of her entrance, but pushing the lubed egg through anyway. The girl sucked in a breath as the egg entered her. Now there was only a thin wire protruding from the child's smooth vulva - a combination of innocence and hidden lewdness. Gayle pulled the panties back into place. 

	When she switched the vibrator on, the girl grunted in surprise. After tucking the vibrator control into the side of the girl's underpants waistband, Gayle let the skirt fall and gave the girl a playful poke on the nose.

	Mallory stood dumbly, shocked an amazed at the insertion into her cunny and the buzzing - both mechanical and organic - it was producing. The man took her by the shoulders and moved her against the pole. He started his leg pushes, pressing the girl against the pole in a rhythm. 

	Noticing how the child was preoccupied by her prepubescent toy box, Gayle helpfully pulled the front of the skirt up to make the contact with the metal bracket more effective. And it was. The ten year-old churned her hips as she had sex with the pole, her legs trembling as her climax hit. But Steve never let up, making the fifth grader keep hunching as she held on to the pole for dear life. By the time the train had reached Steve and Gayle's stop, the girl was looking rather weak.

	As the couple helped the girl into Gayle's seat, Gayle considered turning the vibrator off. But people were moving now and someone might see her doing something in that delightfully wet pair of little undies. The woman shrugged mentally - the kid could figure it out for herself; it would only be a matter of when.

	After the man and woman left, Mallory sat staring at the metal pole. Her juices were sliding in a couple of rivulets down the smooth metal surface. Her twat felt bloated and sopping and she wasn't sure what to do about the toy embedded in there. Like Gayle, she didn't want to risk exposing herself for others to see. 

	The train slowed at her stop and she carefully stood, swaying as the thing jammed in her snug hole sent caused another little quake that moved her closer to an orgasm. Moving carefully, she wondered how well she could walk to someplace private.
	


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