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Filename: revvingh.txt
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story_codes: M/g (10), first, cons

story_intro: When ten year old Beth has a bicycle accident, she limps into Tom's garage in desperate need of assistance. A skilled mechanic, Tom takes his time carefully setting the mechanisms to optimal working order. And he also fixes her bike.

story_language: English





Revving Her Engine

Written by madvlad


	From the outside, the double bay garage wasn't much to look at - small, but with a well-maintained exterior. On the inside, it was remarkably clean; the walls festooned with neatly hung tools in proper order and a roll-around tool chest. And from the inside, Tom, the sole owner had plenty to look at during the summer.

	His place was a block away from the town pool and he often saw a parade of flesh passing back and forth. He loved damn near any female form from about eight to, say, thirty-eight. He was in his early thirties and had seen his upper limit of the age range bump up as he grew older. 

	Tom's garage was a custom business - lower volume but at higher prices for his specialty work. He could build, restore, or customize anything with an engine and two or more wheels (although one time he and some buddies had drawn up plans for a motorized unicycle after about ten beers each). 

	What this meant was that there was no boss around to yap at him for staring out one of the open roll-up doors. As he usually sat toward the back of the garage, nobody passing by noticed him looking.

	It was in the afternoon when a foursome of young teen girls walked by, on their way home from the pool. All were in bikinis although they each wore shorts over their bottoms. Tom had watched them mature in the five years since he opened his own place. At first, they were little flat-chested girls in elementary school, unmindful of how tasty their youthful bodies looked in their form-fitting swimsuits. By the third year, they had begun to sprout little bumps on their chests and they seemed to becoming aware of their changes.

	Last year, a couple of them had gone to wearing bikinis and Tom could hear snatches of conversation about which boy had noticed which of the girls. This year, they were all in two-piece suits, their young breasts proud and firm in their thin cloth cups while their hips and asses showed fine promise even when hidden beneath their shorts. 

	He was fantasizing about one of them, a blonde with a flirty sway to her walk, and how she would be moaning for more as he had her bent over, his hands cupping her luscious young titties while his pumped his cock in and out of her tight, dripping twat. So it took a moment longer for his unfocused senses to notice someone entering the garage. 

	She was a young girl, slim, with long brown hair lightened slightly by the summer sun. Tom guessed she was about nine or ten - about the age the previous quartet had been when he first began lusting for them. His mystery guest was pushing her bicycle and had a hopping gait to her walk. Shaking his head to clear his fantasy, Tom got a better look at her; she was wearing a light purple, once-piece swimsuit and, mercifully, no shorts. From the side, the material meshed seamlessly with the tight curve of her buttock. Then he noticed she was sniffling.

	"Mister?" she asked, locking her brown, tearful eyes on Tom. "Can you help me?"

	"Sure, what happened?"

	"I was riding from the pool and got too close to the curb. I slipped sideways and came down hard in the gutter before I fell over. My chain came off and now it's stuck."

	"Let me take a look," Tom said as he knelt beside her and examined the bike.

	The chain had slipped from the large, pedal-driven sprocket and had gotten jammed between the side of the sprocket and part of the frame.

	"I think I can fix this," he said as he grabbed some tools.

	The chain was wedged in tight and Tom quickly realized it would be easier to turn the bike upside down. Shifting his eyes, he glanced over at the girl whose waist was about even with his head. Her suit was just snug enough to show him the gentle swell of her mons, but not enough to present a perfect camel toe. From where he knelt, it would have been no trouble to lean to his left and give her cunny bulge a nice long lick. Of course, that would send her screaming from the garage and would earn Tom a visit from the police.

	Hmm, a tactic worth reconsidering. 

	Then he noticed her knee was bleeding.

	"Looks like you got a nasty scrape, there," he observed. "Did that happen when you fell?"

	"Uh huh. It really hurts."

	"Come on, sit up here."

	Before the girl could respond, Tom lifted her up, holding her just under the arms, and set her on the flat top of a large, box-unit air compressor. She looked surprised, but Tom kept his focus on her knee. 

	"I'd better get something for that - I'll be right back."

	Tom quickly returned with a clean cloth, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and some adhesive bandages. He could tell the girl was a little nervous and he wasn't sure how well he'd keep control if he put his hands on her leg anyway, so he set everything next to her. 

	"Why don't you work on your leg while I work on your bike?" he suggested, earning him a grateful nod. 

	"Good. By the way, I'm Tom," he said as he stuck his hand out in an adult manner.

	The girl visibly relaxed with his manner and shook his hand.

	"My name is Beth."

	"Pleased to meet you, Beth. You were by yourself?"

	"Yeah. My two friends live in the other direction and they went that way before I had my accident."

	"Ah. And no parents?"

	"I can go to the pool by myself," Beth replied, straightening up to make herself appear taller from where she sat. "I'm already ten. Actually, I'm almost ten and a half."

	"Oh, ten and a half. Well that's a different story. I'm just a lousy judge of age. Hell, I though Mrs. Tannenhauser at the library was twenty-five."

	"Now way!" Beth laughed. "She is sooo way old. But she's a nice lady."

	"That she is. She helped me find every book about cars and engines the library had when I was your age."

	Tom actually figured that Mrs. Tannenhauser was well past eighty. It was hard to say and he wouldn't have been surprised if she had been librarian there since the building was constructed in 1902 with funds from Andrew Carnegie's charity.

	The chain was working free, but Tom delayed his work so he could steal some glances in Beth's direction while they spoke. With the girl seated, the stretchy swimsuit material and pulled up tightly in her crotch, slipping into her slit and showing him the contours of her pussy. It looked like her labia would be a little fleshy - not outright cubby like a smaller child's. And Tom imagined it would be nice and bald on a ten year-old. Seeing how the underside was pressed against the top of the compressor gave Tom a wicked idea.

	He went into a backroom where he had a tool bench and a small painting booth. Selecting a pneumatic wrench, he disconnected its hose from an air manifold and then opened the manifold's supply valve. The air hissed loudly and Tom peeked out the door to watch Beth. After the air header pressure dropped enough, the compressor automatically kicked on. The little girl jumped on her perch, but remained where she was. 

	Walking nonchalantly from the room, Tom spoke more loudly so she could hear him over the compressor. 

	"Is that bothering you?' he asked.

	"Uh, no. It's okay. It just scared me a little when it started."

	"Okay, just let me know if it does bother you."

	Tom returned to the bike while Beth finished her first aid. He took his time with the chain, casting quick looks in Beth's direction while she sat. After a few minutes, she was shifting a little bit on the vibrating surface.

	Tom had once dated a woman who loved to masturbate on top of his compressor. She had been in town on some assignment with a bank for a few months and their affair had been brief and torrid; each knowing it wouldn't last as she would be leaving in a couple of months. That made it easier as they simply enjoyed the time they had with no strings attached.

	Tom was always eager to see Patty come into his garage wearing some prim business suit. He'd start the compressor and she would quickly strip down to her panties and bra and climb aboard. Then she would take her time, writhing on top of the compressor, rubbing her boobs on the surface and grinding her crotch everywhere until she slowly removed her lacy bra and soaking panties. What followed was hours of sex in a myriad of positions and in different places inside his garage. And some of the things she had done to herself with some of his hand tools while she waited for his erection to recover...

	And now this hot little ten year-old was getting her cunny shaken. Tom imagined her boiling over at first but then wondered how much she was actually getting aroused. She was definitely feeling something the way she kept shifting her legs and squirming her butt a little. And he spied a thin film of perspiration on her face despite a nearby fan that was blowing in her direction. She looked a little confused as well, so Tom guessed she didn't understand why she was feeling the way she did.

	He wanted to keep her there until she was clawing at her crotch, exposing her underage pussy to Tom and demanding he fix that too. But the chain was free and now properly set on the sprocket and he was out of excuses to have her stay longer. Perhaps there was a way to see if she wanted to return.

	"It's fixed and ready to go, Beth," he told her. 

	The girl looked relieved at the news, but seemed reluctant to leave the compressor. Glancing back at the bike, Tom approached her with a suggestion.

	"The paint is chipped in a few places. If you want, why don't you come back tomorrow? I can sand it and prime it then. But you'll have to come back another time for me to paint it."

	"Oh, you'd do that for me?"

	"Sure I love this kind of work. But I hope you don't mind the air compressor running sometimes."

	By the blush that rose on her face, Tom accurately guessed that she would not mind that one bit. Beth promised she would return the next day and let Tom help her down. After she left, a look on top of the compressor showed Tom a small, damp mark where Beth had been sitting.

	Beth tried to compose herself as she approached Tom's garage the next day. The odd stirrings she had experienced had produced some confusion. She understood that sex was something that older kids and grown-ups did when the boy or man put his penis in a girl's or woman's vagina. But Beth didn't understand why that was such a big deal - until yesterday's discovery.

	While she was in bed that night, she slid her hands between her legs, touching herself to see if she could get those same feelings back. It took a lot more time, but she learned about certain touches in certain places that produced the best response. That strange warmth and moisture returned.

	Feeling adventurous, Beth tried inserting her finger inside her virgin cunny. If it felt so good being touched on the outside, then what must it be like inside where that hot gooiness seemed to spring from? That must be why having a penis in one's vagina was so good. Just touching herself in there was incredibly exciting. 

	She wriggled her finger around the delicate edges of her opening before pushing further in. Almost immediately, she felt a barrier. That must be her hymen - the thing that girls had before the first time they had sex. There was a small hole in the middle of the membrane, but Beth was worried about trying to get into it. What if her finger got stuck there? She'd have a hard time explaining that to her mom and dad.

	As she pulled up to Tom's garage, she thought again about her hymen. The thing was supposed to go away once you had sex, but what was that like? How was it done? The short class they had sat through in school had not covered that area at all.

	Tom had turned the air compressor on when he saw Beth approaching. He greeted her in a perfectly friendly manner at the one roll-up door that was open. She seemed a little shy but he noticed how her eyes kept darting to the running compressor. 

	"Same seat as yesterday?" he asked casually.

	Beth nodded immediately and then blushed. Pretending not to notice her reaction, Tom set the girl on to of the machine and rolled a cart over that had a sanding wheel and a can of primer.

	"I don't need to strip the whole bike, just the areas around where it got chipped. After the primer goes on, it will need to sit for twelve hours in a dry place. Can you do that at your house?"

	"Yes, I keep it in the garage."

	"Great. I'll get to work."

	Tom did most of his work from the other side of the bike so he could peek up at Beth from time to time. Today, she was wearing a loose-fitting gray sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that left plenty of her slim, tanned legs open to viewing. 

	The arm holes of her shirt were loose enough that he had he could perhaps catch a glimpse of a nipple, but he saw instead some white material and straps. Looking more closely at her shoulders, he could see the vague outline of bra straps under the shirt. In the bathing suit she wore yesterday, the kid had shown no sign of chest development, so Tom figured that this was just a training bra she wore for show. Probably most girls at that age were doing it so they could act grown-up.

	Today, Tom took his time. Realizing how quickly the sanding wheel would do the job, he opted for sandpaper instead. He was still sanding the edges of the chipped areas fifteen minutes later when he saw how Beth was subconsciously shifting her hips from side to side in order to get her cunny blasted. But he had to use the bathroom and reluctantly got up and left the show.

	When he was done, he carefully looked out the door to see how Beth was doing. She was rocking harder now and had her hand rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. The little ten year-old was getting very sexed up. Her face was already flushed from her arousal but it became even redder when she saw Tom walking back. She jerked her hand away from her groin, but she knew that she had been caught.

	Beth wanted to cry. She had just been caught doing something naughty and now the man would tell her to leave. He might even tell her parents and she had no idea what she would do. But oddly enough, Tom didn't seem to mind at all.

	"I forgot how much your girls like sitting on that thing when it's running," he laughed. "I had a girlfriend who moved away because of her job. But she always loved to come here and sit on that for hours."

	"Really? You're not mad?"

	"Nope, not at all. There's nothing wrong with doing what makes you feel good. What Patty - my girlfriend - used to do was to undress down to her underwear. With less layers of clothing, it felt better. I'll bet it felt better yesterday when you only had your swimsuit on."

	"Yeah," Beth agreed. "But what if someone sees?"

	"No problem," Tom replied as he pushed the button to close the overhead door. Then he walked over to the smaller regular door and locked it. "There, now you have privacy. I guess you should leave your shirt so you won't be naked on top."

	"I have a bra."

	"Really?" Tom asked, feigning ignorance. 

	"Sure," Beth said, sitting up straighter like she did yesterday. "I'm almost ten and a half, you know."

	"Oh, yes. Of course," Tom said agreeably, as if all grade-schoolers wore C-cup bras.

	Beth pulled off her shirt, showing pale skin and tan lines from where her bathing suits lay on other days. Her bra had two small triangles pulled flat across her nipples - a training bra just as Tom had suspected. Then Beth slid her shorts off, leaving her in just her sneakers, training bra, and white cotton panties. She caught herself, blushing fiercely as she realized she was nearly naked. But these new sensations were so good and she wanted to explore them

	Tom went back to work, leaving Beth to her pleasures. But now he could look up and watch longer, enjoying the show. Beth's inhibitions evaporated as her arousal increased. And every time Tom looked at her, it sent a shiver through her quim to know that a grown man liked watching her this way. She didn't understand why it did - only that it did and she didn't mind it at all.

	The sanding was finished and Tom was ready to apply the primer when he took another look at Beth. The ten year-old's panties were soaked at the crotch and wetly plastered to her pussy. He could clearly see though the sodden fabric, verifying that the girl had no hair in those parts. Beth saw where he was looking and looked there herself, noticing how virtually naked she was in her almost transparent panties. She was embarrassed for a moment, but also felt something tight that jumped inside her cunny.

	They were both frozen in the moment. Tom wanted to get at Beth's preteen cunt, but didn't think she was quite ready. To break their pause, he offered a suggestion.

	"Patty would sometimes lie on her stomach and let her chest rest on the metal."

	Beth hesitated, her mind swimming in a mix of new desire and a small part that screamed that she shouldn't be doing these naughty things in front of a man. But then she did just that, gasping as the vibrations attacked her awakening sex from a new angle. The shaking also surged through the thin cotton of her training bra, assaulting her immature breasts with a new stimulation. Beth writhed on top of the compressor, rubbing herself against her throbbing mechanical lover. 

	The girl's panties were pulled up tight from all of her exertions, displaying her scrumptious little ass in all of its perfectly rounded glory. Below, the youngster's oozing twat was leaving a snail trail on the surface. But finally it was too much for Beth, who turned over and sat upright, heaving deep breaths.

	"I...oh!" she said as she fondled herself through her tiny bra.

	Tom could see her stiffened nipples poking through the thin material. Forgetting he was right in front of her, Beth pulled the bra up so she could see herself. Tom got an eyeful, too, hungrily gazing at the erect points of pink flesh on her otherwise flat chest. 

	Beth was lightly poking at her nipples, unsure of what to do with them. Without a word, Tom reached out and took hold of the girl on her sides, sweeping his thumbs over the small pink circles and rubbing them in just the right way.

	Beth started to lift her hands to block him but then let her arms fall to her sides, letting the man do those wondrous things to her. She had spent many long hours in front of her mirror, looking for any hint of development. It did seem that her nipples had become perhaps just a little puffy over the last month, but she couldn't be sure. But Tom didn't seem to mind either way as he caressed her immature breast areas.

	Seeing that the ten year-old was perfectly compliant, Tom leaned in and sucked one of her little nipples into his mouth. His tongue lashed her sensitive flesh and he gave the stiffened center an occasional nip with his teeth. Beth moaned and leaned forward, pressing her young chest against his mouth. 

	After sufficiently dining on one nipple, Tom moved to the other, slurping and nibbling while Beth's moans increased in their urgency. He dropped one hand to her knee, sliding it up the little girl's perfectly smooth thigh. Her skin became slippery near the top where her nectar had escaped from her panties and glossed over her inner leg. Not stopping, Tom reached the soaked material on the side of her mons. 

	He moved his hand sideways, squeezing the youngster's small sex and finding her slit with his probing fingers. He pushed the wet cotton in, rubbing her intimate place through the cloth. Beth gasped and whined, but made no effort to stop him. Indeed, she was trying to scoot herself forward against his hand.

	Feeling the hardened clitoris through Beth's panties, Tom engaged it with his thumb, pressing and rubbing it while his busied himself in her slit with two more fingers. Beth was utterly silent as she sat on the vibrating surface while this man munched on her undeveloped breast and fingered her roiling privates. This went on for a minute before Beth let loose with a sudden cry. 

	Her senses dimmed and sharpened as a starburst erupted below her belly. Tom's fingers kept digging at her until her climax passed. Then he stood up straight, watching the ten year-old with a pushed up training bra and soaked panties contemplate her first orgasm.

	She was confused and perhaps a little frightened by what had just happened, but Tom gently explained that she had just experienced what fully grown women try to get. Beth was awestruck and sat there silently while Tom quickly brushed the primer onto her bike. She slid off of the air compressor, unable to handle anymore stimulation at the moment.

	"Should I come back tomorrow?" she asked meekly as she straightened her bra and reached for her clothes.

	Tom looked at her and grinned.

	"Sure," he said. "The priming is done and tomorrow I can do the finishing touches."

	
When Beth arrived the next day, she was disappointed to see that the air compressor was silent. Tom took great amusement in her reaction.

	"Well what did you come here for?" he teased. "To get your bike painted or to get your jollies on top of a machine?"

	Beth stuttered and looked at the floor, the blush quickly reaching even her ears. Tom just laughed and pointed to the far bay in the garage. Beth turned and saw a blue and white car with plenty of chrome. Tom closed the one open door and asked Beth what she thought.

	"It's very pretty," she observed. "And it looks old."

	"That, my dear, is a 1957 Ford Fairlane. Now I've modified the engine and I think you'll like the way it sounds."

	Tom started the engine and grinned at Beth. Slowly, he pressed the gas pedal, making the engine growl seductively. Then he gunned it a few times until Beth got the idea. With a look on her face that normally might appear on Christmas morning, she stripped down to her panties and training bra scrambled up onto the hood. When she saw Tom getting out from behind the wheel, she sat up and tugged on her bra to reveal her tiny nipples. 

	But Tom preferred her another way and pulled the flimsy thing from her body, leaving her slender torso bare for his hands and mouth. It was long before he had the child on her back, her nipples spit-shined and erect, as his tongue explored her mouth and he massaged her cunt through her rapidly moistening panties. 

	Beth's breath caught when she felt his fingers creeping under the waistband of her undies. She had wondered what it would be like to have him touching her bare privates without any clothing in the way when she was in bed the previous night. His fingers were larger and stronger than hers and the touch of the calloused tips inflamed her all the more. 

	As he trapped Beth's tongue, Tom took a full measure of the ten year-old's hairless pussy. She was feathery smooth there had the perfect amount of flesh for squeezing. Her rapidly lubricating cuntlet aided his fingers, letting them move quicker as he fondled her and pried her mound open to stroke her inner flesh. Beth squirmed ever more furiously as he felt her sex grow hotter until she whined in his mouth and her body shuddered.

	Tom slid back off the hood and took hold of Beth's panties. In the afterglow of her orgasm, the child only muttered something softly as the man slid her panties from her.
Then he took her ankles, maneuvering to the center of the hood before pulling her down toward the front. 

	The Fairlane's large chrome hood ornament consisted of a long fin in the back and a perpendicular, vertical ring in the front. Tom pulled the girl until her bald little twat was nearly on top of the fin. Then he sat her up, making her body shift so that the ornament's fin sank into her cleft. Beth's eyes widened as the ornament seemed to focus the engine's vibrations right into pussy.

	Despite her recent climax, the little girl was more than ready for more fun. She slid her cunt back and forth along the chrome, polishing it with her juices. As he drove her hips harder and the surface became slick, she shot forward a little farther, driving her clit right into the ornament's ring. Her response was something between a groan and a howl. 

	Beth's slim body undulated as she rode ornament with wild abandon. Her drippings trailed from the hood, reaching the chrome grill as more of the stuff flowed from above. As she was grinding against the ring, she came again, nearly falling off the car before Tom caught her.

	Turning Beth around, Tom laid her on her belly with her twitching pussy pressed against the ornament. Then he got back behind the wheel and watched her through the windshield when he gave the engine more gas. The motor roared, sending its rumble into the little girl's sex. Beth's mouth opened, but Tom couldn't hear her through the glass and over the sound of the engine. 

	But she began hunching her hips, the pale orbs of her tight little ass bobbing up and down as she humped the vibrating chrome. Tom tapped the gas pedal in time with her movements. Beth's eyes fluttered closed; her mind in some wonderful place that Tom couldn't see. But her instinctive, simulated fucking movements, looking so erotic when performed by her childish body, told him all he needed to know.

	She stopped, her eyes squeezing ever more tightly closed as she pressed her cunny against the ornament. Her quivering lasted longer this time, indicating a prolonged climax.

	Beth was aware of Tom's hands on her body, turning her over. She felt the air on her dripping pussy and knew it was completely exposed. But she didn't care.

	It was only when he was crawling over her did she open her eyes and see he was naked. The engine rumbled beneath her and her pulse quickened when she saw his penis, fully erect and looking much larger than she had imagined after seeing the anatomical drawings in the Sex Ed class. 

	He pressed the helmet-shaped head against her bald, slick mound. Her rubbery labia spread and she felt his hard, heated presence at her entrance. She might have been frightened before, but the repeated orgasms had left her mellow except for the aching twitch between her legs.

	"Are we going to have sex?" she asked in a thick voice.

	"Yeah. You move like a woman and now you're going to fuck like one."

	The naughty word made Beth's tummy tingle. It was a naughty word and she was about to do that naughty thing. But she had discovered that she liked doing naughty things - things she never even knew about before she wheeled her bike in here that first day. She spread her legs farther apart as he shifted above her. Then she remembered something.

	"Um, I have a hymen and I don't know what to do about it," she confessed.

	Tom wasn't surprised, but was amused by Beth's perceived dilemma. 

	"Don't worry - I have just the tool to fix that. It will hurt a little at first, but then it will feel better than anything you've tried yet. I promise."

	Beth remained perfectly still as she felt pressure inside of her. Her entrance pulled open and she felt his hardness slipping past. Then something else was in the way and she wondered what he would do.

	Tom hunched forward, lunging through the ten year-old's cherry. Beth cried in shock, but then quieted down as he pressed deeper into her virgin snatch. Her hole was taut and slippery and he could feel her innards flexing as he made her childish passage ready for something more womanly. When he reached bottom, he pulled out and plunged in with more force. Beth grunted with the thrust. 

	Tom repeated again and again and by the third time she was moaning as her preteen cuntlet was stretched and caressed to its core by his cock. He was barely able to maintain control as his prick was grinding into the hot, wet vice of the little girl's cunt

	Beth rolled her head, sighing and groaning as the engine rumbled and her pussy was plumbed. It felt like everything had changed inside, like she was turned inside out and back again with every stroke. The feeling intensified with the other sparks and swirls until it all coalesced into another orgasm. But Tom kept feeding his cock into her grasping cunt, making the ten year-old take everything he could fit inside of her. Beth's head was just clearing from her climax when something jetted deeper into her, followed by more surges. She realized he was shooting his baby-making stuff into her unready womb and thought it was a perfect way to cap that no-longer mysterious thing called sex.

	They rested together on the hood of the running car, Beth preventing Tom from extracting his cock from her pussy. She loved the feel of having it inside of her. Then they heard the tolling of a nearby church bell.

	"It's four o'clock," she moaned. "I have to be home by four-thirty."

	They reluctantly got off the car, Tom's cock already hardening again. But he didn't want to risk making her late.

	"You know," he said as he pulled on his pants. "I never did paint your bike. I guess you'll have to come back again."

	"I'll see you tomorrow," she promised as she walked to her bike.

	
One week later:

	Tom was busy finishing the paint job on a gas tank for an old Triumph motorcycle. Beth's bike was fully repainted by now, but she always had a reason to return to his garage. While he was working she went in to his office. When he was done, he joined her there.

	Her clothes were piled in a chair and she was wearing something new - an orange bikini. Tom had several posters and calendars on the walls, all of them featuring women in bikinis and high heels standing, leaning or sitting on or near various hot rods and classic cars. Beth was trying to imitate their poses, comparing her slender, curveless body to the lush figures in the pictures.

	"Do you like me in a bikini?" she asked, feeling a little insecure despite a week of hot sex. 

	"Yes, but I like you better out of it."

	Beth shivered and quickly had her top and bottoms tossed onto the chair with her other clothes. She saw that Tom was already erect and rubbed her small, hairless quim.

	"Guess what?" she said smugly. "I'm already wet."

	Tom picked her up and held her by the ass, lowering her dripping slit onto his turgid member. The ten year-old remained as tight as, well, a ten year-old and he took his time slowly bouncing her, inching his way inside her little pussy until she was full. Beth put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, eager for whatever he wanted to try today.

	"Back in the day, sedans like the Fairlane were really popular with teens," Tom said. "Do you know why?"

	"Uh, uh," Beth replied, shaking her head.

	"Because they had big back seats. Let me show you," he said as he carried the naked little girl impaled on his cock out to the car.



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