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story_codes: MF/g(10), cons

story_intro: After more sex on the train, Mallory is taken by the two adults to an apartment where concealment in public is no longer needed. Now the preteen can see what a man's thick cock looks like as it's driving into her hairless little pussy. And when they learn that Mallory has a little sister, Steve and Gayle start planting the seeds for further perversion.


story_language: English






Mallory's Ride, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Amid the sea of chattering students, Janie Robinette held court at the cafeteria table she shared with five longtime schoolmates and friends. She was the oldest of the group, closer to eleven than ten and stood a half a head taller than the next girl. When their fifth-grade year had begun a few weeks earlier, the girls were all pleased to be attending a different private school, leaving behind the K-4 of their earlier childhood.

	Janie had also arrived sporting a pair of puffy nipples beneath her new training bra and constantly bragged about her new "maturity", equating her modest prepubescent development with a higher level of refinement and intellect. Her friends had been a little envious at first as only one other girl in the group, Angie, showed any swelling on her chest; and it was not as pronounced as Janie's. By the week's end, all of the other girls had begged or cajoled their way to their own training bras.

	Still, Janie was condescending to them. Their envy changed to amusement but now Janie's act was wearing very thin. She had always been the de facto leader of the group but she was losing her status as she kept bragging about her chest and the fun things she was doing with her young buds.

	"I did this new thing, last night," she announced. "I swirled my finger just around the outside of my nipple and-."

	"Could we talk about something else besides your boobs?" Lizzie, another girl, grumbled.

	"Hey!" Janie protested, giving the other girl a scowl.

	"Janie, please," Mallory interjected softly, trying to avoid any conflict - as well as more of Janie's narrations.

	"You don't understand, Mallory," Janie retorted, focusing on the quietest girl in the group. "I'm developing and it's more than just my tits. It's all about S-E-X."

	"Six?" Angie asked, deliberately needling Janie.

	Janie sighed loudly and started lecturing the group about sex. At the far corner from Janie, Mallory grinned inwardly. Janie might act big, but Mallory had inadvertently discovered the thrills of masturbation on the subway she took home, thanks in part to a slightly loose pole that vibrated. Then a man and a woman took notice and began teaching her new things inside the crowded car. But everyone else was so intent on minding their own business or simply lost in their own worlds that the ten year-old's sexual education went unnoticed.

	Last week, it led to Mallory's deflowering while she was in the man's lap. The girl had been both aroused and petrified and part of her daily sex routine still seemed otherworldly. By all accounts, Mallory was a well-behaved, excellent student - not one who her teachers and classmates would think of being the third girl in her class to lose her cherry (the other two girls, faithful reader, are for another tale).

	The following day, the woman had inserted an egg vibrator into Mallory's cunt and turned it on before tucking the controller inside the girl's waistband. Then the man pressed Mallory against the vibrating pole, inundating the preteen twat with vibrations both inside and out that left Mallory weakened from her climaxes and her drenched panties plastered against her hairless mound while the toy still buzzed inside.

	That had been last Friday. Mallory had been able to slowly stagger to a restroom where she figured out how to turn the thing off. Pulling it out had been embarrassing (and a little fun) and she kept the thing hidden for the weekend. She wasn't sure what to do with it - return it perhaps. It was currently secreted in an inner pocket of her school blazer.

	"What's the matter, Mallory," Janie sneered. "Still afraid to measure yourself?"

	"Huh?" Mallory said, shaking herself from her reverie.

	"Jeez, Janie," sighed Marcie, a skinny girl with frizzy hair who was sitting across from Mallory. "Give it up."

	"Ugh!" Janie snorted as she stood abruptly. "You flat girls are so immature."

	She stalked off with her lunch tray, joining some other girls at another table. Angie looked down at her chest; her tiny buds well hidden beneath her training bra and blouse.

	"When mine get a little bigger like hers, I hope they won't turn me in to a butt-head," she grumbled.

	The other girls laughed, although each privately felt some sorrow over Janie's abandonment of them.

	"Do you have it?" the woman asked Mallory with a playful grin on the train that afternoon. "It was the first time that either she or her male friend had spoken to Mallory.

	Mallory was standing in front of her as she was seated on the bench near the corner of the car. Next to her, the same overweight black man sat with ear buds in place, sleeping through his commute as always. Behind Mallory, the man was standing so as to block her from view from the rear. With Mallory's back to the people on the other side of the train, no one could see what was to happen. And no one ever bothered to look.

	Her cheeks pink, Mallory slipped the vibrator and controller from her blazer and offered to the woman. The woman's grin expanded at the little girl's reaction. Despite the sex that she had been through, she was still somewhat shy about it.

	Gayle held the egg up to her nose and inhaled.

	"Aw, you washed it," she chided. "No matter."

	Taking a small bottle of oil, Gayle coated the egg. Lifting Mallory's skirt and pulling the front of her panties down to reveal the bald cunny waiting for molestation, the woman rubbed the egg over the small slit, turning it on after a few strokes. Mallory jerked as it made contact with her clit. Satisfied, Gayle pushed the egg into the tiny hole, making Mallory grunt as her pussy was invaded once more.

	By the time Steve turned her to the pole, Mallory was sweating. Whatever it was that the woman had applied, it was making her flesh hot. The girl's clitty was erect and when it was mashed against the pole, Mallory could not suppress a groan. Gayle pulled her skirt up as Steve rhythmically pressed against Mallory's butt, making the girl grind against the pole in simulated intercourse. The oil's effect, the internal buzzing, and the rubbing against the pole soon set Mallory off.

	Steve was relentless, making the girl cum three times in public until they reached his and Gayle's stop. Normally, Mallory's stop was the following one, but the man and woman led the girl off the train. With her heightened arousal and post-orgasmic weakness, Mallory could hardly walk. Steve scooped her up easily, cradling her ass in the crook of one arm. The girl's legs opened and her crotch was pressed against his hip. The shifting motion as he walked made Mallory cum again by the time they reached an apartment.

	Having been nearly delirious with induced lust, Mallory didn't know how they got here. The youngster weakly protested as she was placed on a bed and stripped. Gayle was taken by the tiny training bra who flat, silky triangles covered those cute, little girl nipples. The woman caressed the child's nonexistent breasts through the fabric before pushing it up. Mallory mumbled something as her treasured training bra was removed. Once nude, she was a visual feast for the couple as they quickly doffed their clothing.

	Mallory's long blonde ponytail was flung to one side as she laid spread eagle. Her slender body, small for her age, was smooth and completely childish. Loved by the summer sun, her limbs were still lightly tanned while her torso displayed where a one-piece swim suit had kept her sleek little body covered. The fifth grader's cunny was glistening, the bald lips clinging to the vibrator wire between them. When Gayle pulled the toy out, Mallory arched her back and groaned with need far beyond her tender age.

	"Don't worry," Steve breathed. "I have what you need."

	His cock quickly replaced the vibrator, squeezing into the child's slick and gripping hole. Another groan escaped her mouth, this one long and warbling as her agitated pussy was pushed open and filled with hard meat. Steve pounded the ten year-old's hot, syrupy pussy while she writhed beneath him. With no train schedule to keep this time, he held back as his prick slid in and out of the snug, childish sheath, driving Mallory to another sweaty climax before he pumped his sperm into her body a few minutes later.

	Mallory blacked out for a few moments and came to with Gayle on top of her, working her tongue into her mouth before pausing to speak.

	"What's your name, by the way?" she asked.

	"M-mallory."

	"Hello Mallory, I'm Gayle and this is Steve, who's cock you know well. By the way I love your bra - that was so cute."

	"Janie says I'm not mature and shouldn't even wear one."

	"Janie?"

	As the woman kissed her neck and shoulders, Mallory explained about her friend and the teasing.

	"Oh no, I think these are quite adorable," Gayle protested as she lightly sucked on one. With come careful nibbling and a few tongue strokes, she had the child's nipple hard. "Nice," she murmured as she gave the other the same loving attention.

	"You're beautiful just the way you are," the woman cooed. "And we'll have fun when you begin to sprout, but don't feel bad if someone else's are bigger. Are mine bigger than Janie's?"

	Mallory stared at Gayle's softball-sized pair, topped with jutting nipples.

	"Oh yes. Lots."

	Gayle pressed one of her nipples against one of the grade-schooler's little pink dots.

	"See, they're friends," Gayle joked, earning a giggle from Mallory. "Now let's see what else you have to share with us."
 
Gayle swirled her tongue over the girl's flat tummy while Mallory watched. As the woman moved ever lower, her tongue languidly leaving wet trails on Mallory's skin, Mallory knew where she was aiming. Her heart raced and her belly flip-flopped as she anticipated what a mouth would feel like between her legs.

	When her bald mound disappeared beneath Gayle's seeking lips, Mallory sucked in a sharp breath. As Gayle's tongue caressed her, the girl let her breath out in a long, easy sigh.

	"Oh!" Mallory peeped as Gayle's tongue explored her even more intimately.

	Gayle hungrily cleaned Steve's semen from the child's snatch. While she enjoyed the appetizer, it was the main course of undiluted preteen pussy that made her dive into the feast. Her meal became quite juicy as Mallory squirmed beneath her mouth. Sliding her hands beneath the girl's rump, Gayle captured the springy little buttocks and held fast as she devoured the ten year-old's cuntlet. Mallory came hard, bucking her hips as Gayle drank deeply of her childish font.

	Mallory was limp as Steve lifted her onto his lap. He was seated on the bed and, as he had done on the train, slid the girl down, impaling her little quim on his meat. Unlike the train, Mallory was fully exposed and could see her hairless vulva open for him, her stretched labia hugging the shaft as it entered her. Inside, her tiny tunnel grabbed and sucked at him as he began to fuck her.

	"Look how sexy you are with a cock inside of you," Gayle purred, gazing at where the man and the little girl were carnally joined.

	Leaning forward, Gayle licked at Mallory's spread crotch, tasting more of the little girl's smooth pussy and drawing some of her juices from Steve's pumping shaft. She extended her tongue and diddled Mallory's clit, making the prick-skewered fifth grader shiver. Then she straightened and kissed Mallory on the mouth and pushed her tongue inside. Mallory mumbled something as she tasted her own twat on the woman's tongue.

	Steve let Gayle have her lesbian fun with the girl while he fucked Mallory's wonderfully snug little cuntlet. This time, his pace was slow and controlled, making the girl practically melt on his cock while she was lip-locked with the woman. When Mallory came yet again, Steve let himself go, ejaculating deeply into the little schoolgirl.

	"Do you have any brothers you can have fun with?" Gayle asked while Mallory remained seated on Steve's dick.

	"No, just a little sister."

	"Little sisters can be fun," Gayle cooed. "How little?"

	"She's six."

	"Mmm...that's a yummy age. Does she look like you? Does she have that beautiful blonde hair all the way to her ass?"

	"Uh huh. But she wears it loose and it's parted on the side on top. And she's kind of small for her age like me. She's really cute."

	"I'm sure. Is she a little hellion? Someone who needs discipline?"

	"Oh no, Abigail is really sweet. I don't mind when she's around. She's also kind of quiet - Mom and Dad say she's really sensitive because her feelings get hurt easily and she doesn't like to see others get picked on, either."

	"Abigail," Gayle whispered as if tasting the name. "Does your sister go by Gail, kind of like me, or Abby?"

	"Abigail."

	"Hmm, I think you could treat Abigail just right - like a big sister should."

	"She'd get scared," Mallory protested as Gayle removed her from Steve and laid her on the bed.

	"Then be gentle with her," Gayle continued. "What if her cute little pussy got all filled up with a man's cum like yours? Would you clean her like this?"

	Mallory took a deep breath as Gayle's mouth seized her cunny again. Between sucks and licks, Gayle continued her narration.

	"I'm sure Abigail would be so tasty and she'd love her big sister to make her all nice and clean again. And then she'd get wet on your tongue, especially when you stuck it in deeply like this."

	"Ah!" Mallory croaked as Gayle's tongue slithered inside of her. The woman's technique was working as images of Abigail lying naked and squirming flowed through Mallory's mind. She imagined that she was the six year-old while Gayle was her, relentlessly munching on her small cunny and making her hot and needful.

	Mallory could still taste traces of her sex on her mouth from when Gayle's tongue had been there. She wondered if Abigail would taste the same as her pussy gave her more to drink. It was with these fantasies pummeling her that she groaned loudly as she came once more.

	"Tell me," Gayle asked as she snuggled next to Mallory afterward. "Do you still think your little sister would get scared?"

	Mallory lay silently, thinking of things she would never have dreamed of when her day had started.

	Steve and Gayle dropped Mallory off a block away from the townhouse where her family lived. Sometime later, a van from the after-school daycare that Abigail attended delivered her just outside the front door. Both of their parents worked, but Mallory and Abigail knew the routine - they would remain in the house until at least one of their parents came home. 

	Rather than being put-off about having to watch Abigail, Mallory felt grown-up being in charge of her beloved little sister. She poured Abigail some milk as the girl described her adventurous day in the first grade. When Mallory went to get some cookies, she couldn't help stopping to stare at her sister.

	Abigail was sitting on a kitchen chair with her legs spread enough so Mallory could see partway up her skirt. The ten year-old's eyes travelled up the first grader's delectable inner thigh, trying to will the tiny pantied crotch into view but it remained out of reach.

	"Mallory?' Abigail asked softly. "Are you okay?"

	Mallory realized her mouth was hanging open as she was ogling her baby sister. Setting the cookies on the table, she assured the other girl that she was fine while she tried to keep Gayle's suggestions at bay. As Abigail continued with her story, Mallory wondered how much longer she could keep from bedding the tot and teaching her the ways of older girls.


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