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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, January 22, 2018

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Filename: theking2.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6) Man/young girl, cons

story_intro: Jim's solitude is now broken on regular visits by his new little friend. For her part Kirsty loves to practice making babies with him in all kinds of interesting ways. While her time with Jim in his hideaway is wonderful, her home life remains rotten and she makes a desperate decision.


story_language: English




The King of Garrity Park, part 2

Written by madvlad


	"Will you please make a baby in me?" the first grader asked.

	Jim stared as Kirsty fingered her little snatch, pulling the bald, chubby labia apart to show him her pinkness. 

	"You have to put your cock in my kitty, just like they do in the stories," she informed him.

	"Yes, I know how it works," replied Jim, having just explained the procreation process to the girl. "You know, you're not old enough to get pregnant."

	"Why not?"

	"When you get a little older, it might happen. But even then, all the timing has to be right."

	"Can Suzie get pregnant?" Kirsty asked, referring to the twelve year-old main character from her favorite sex novel.

	"Uh, yeah. She's probably ready - or really close. But she doesn't get pregnant every time she does it or she'd have a lot of babies in her right now."

	"And puppies, too!" Kirsty laughed, remembering the German Shepherd who had mounted Suzie. Then she grew serious. "But we can make babies a lot until it really works, right?"

	It took Jim a moment to understand the six year-olds logic. Hmm...practice makes perfect. 
He looked at the delicate edges of the child's inner labia, shiny with the dew of her recent climax. How much could they stretch? His unlamented ex-wife had snidely remarked that Jim was hung like a fourteen year-old - and wasn't far from the truth. 

	So he could likely get into the girl's cunny but Jim wasn't so sure about sending her right home afterward with her little hole packed with cum. Perhaps if she was there for the day - on a weekend. Or better yet...

	"I'd want to take our time. Do you think your mother would let you stay overnight at a friend's house?" he asked.

	Kirsty's face brightened. 

	"You mean I can stay here?" she exclaimed before her face fell. "But this is supposed to be our special secret place."

	But Jim had a plan. He wrote a note to Kirsty's mother, asking if it would be alright of Kirsty came over for a sleepover tomorrow night - Friday. In fact, Kirsty could stay the weekend. Then he signed it, "Jane Smith". For a moment, he wondered if Kirsty's mother would think that the handwriting of the imaginary mother of an imaginary friend was rather masculine. But from what he heard from Kirsty, he doubted she'd pay much attention.

	Martha waved the note without reading it as she scowled at her older daughter. 

	"So you're having a sleepover at your friend's? Do they expect your friend to stay here some night? I don't want any more brats running around."

	Kirsty briefly imagined Jim showing up to stay the night and managed to keep from grinning. Gravely, she shook her head.

	"Good," Martha grunted as she lit a cigarette. "Stay the whole fucking month for all I care."

	Kirsty hugged Jim, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was very excited but a little nervous because Jim had told her it would hurt when he went in the first time. Farther down her nude body, she felt the spongy head of the man's penis rubbing her hairless slit. 

	"Let go, now," Jim murmured.

	Kristy released her hold on him, letting her arms rest on his shoulders while she still leaned against him. He held her by the waist and pushed her down.

	The child's fleshy vulva spread for him but the inner portal was quite small. Rolling Kirsty's pelvis, Jim found the right angle to dig into the elastic hole. It began to spread and he pulled the girl hard onto him. The moment her membrane resisted burned in his brain. It would forever be the time where Kirsty stood between innocence and premature womanhood. 

	Then the maidenhead surrendered the child's virginity to him. Letting out a short cry, the first grader bit her lip and her eyes watered as she was deflowered. After pausing for a moment, Jim pushed the little girl down onto him; the heat of her tiny sex pounding him as he slid into the lubricated passage until he found her cervix.

	Kirsty mewled in amazement as she experienced the penetration of her virgin pussy. Her cuntlet stretched for the first time around a man's hardness, enveloping it in the slick tautness that her six year old body provided.

	"You're...you're in me," she breathed.

	Gently, Jim shifted her upper body away from his chest, holding her upright so they could both peer at the junction where they were interlocked. The man's slim penis looked enormous as it went into the little girl's smooth cunny. She had taken about three inches of him inside her - most of his underwhelming length. 

	Or at least by adult standards. He had made the six year-old quite full. 

	Slowly he moved her up and then down again, massaging his prick in her tight, lubricious twat. The sliding contact along her stretched vaginal lining made Kirsty's eyes roll. She whined anxiously as the emerging waves of another orgasm began to surge in her immature sex. 

	The pace quickened and the tyke's honeypot squelched and bubbled as she rode the hard cock. She was panting, trying to maneuver her hips when the orgasm struck. Jim was holding her at the waist and the girl would have fallen backwards had he not been doing so when she suddenly arched her back. Groaning with her head lolling, she was limp in his grip.

	Watching the child cum so hard added more fuel to Jim's fire. He worked her hard on his cock, reaming the first grader's snug yet supple pussy tube. Her bulging cunny lips were coated with the copious juices her overheated sex was producing. The liquid had a slight reddish cast from the shredding of her cherry but grew clearer as the copulation went on. 

	Mumbling coherently, the little girl rode her adult lover's member until the thing inside her pulsed. Jim grunted as the response from his balls was nearly painful as his semen gushed forth in waves, pounding Kirsty's unready womb with his seed. 

	Kirsty clutched her lower belly as she took the heavy insemination in her little body. 

	"You made a baby in me," she whispered before she fell forward against him, exhausted and glowing from her first time.

	
	It became a repeated theme that weekend and in the daily visits afterward. The little girl would spread her legs and ask her man to make a baby in her. In a week's time, Kirsty learned to make babies in a variety of positions, accepting Jim's sperm in her tiny pussy from above, below, and behind; not to mention on the various pieces of furniture in Jim's meager assortment.

	By Thursday night, Kirsty was once again a guest of "Mrs. Smith" (she didn't even need a note this time as her mother simply waved her out of the apartment), going to the school bus stop from Jim's end of the park Friday morning and returning to spend the weekend with him.

	On Saturday afternoon, he noticed she was in her thinking pose again, starting at nothing with her head tilted.

	"What's up?" Jim asked.

	"You make babies in a kitty," she said. "But what happens when you squirt in a bum like thye do in our books?"

	"No babies, just a lot of fun," Jim quipped.

	"Could we have fun with my bum?"

	

	
Twenty minutes later, Jim was making a hurried purchase at a shabby corner store. After he left, the clerk wondered why a scruffy-looking guy like that was so desperate for some damned vegetable oil.

	The first grader's smooth buttocks were spongy under Jim's grip as he oiled between them. On her hands and knees, Kirsty squeaked when Jim's finger wormed into her asshole. He said he needed a lot of lubrication to make this work and she tried to be still. But she couldn't help squirming some as her bottom was oiled on the inside. 

	Then the finger was gone. With Jim's hands gripping her curveless hips, Kirsty felt something quite familiar pushing against the pink pucker of her back door. Jim had told her she had to pretend like she was pooping when he pushed in so her hole with be more flexible. Feeling embarrassed about doing this, Kirsty nevertheless pushed with her bowel muscles to make her opening flex.

	She was rewarded with the sudden intrusion of Jim's cock head as it popped through her straining anus. She yelped in surprise but it didn't hurt. Sliding inward, Jim's prick scraped through the sensitive ring, making a heated tendril of arousal curl in Kirsty's sympathetic quim. 

	Floating in ass-loving pedo heaven, Jim squeezed his hard cock through the child's tiny anus. Past the muscular ring were the soft, oily cushions of her virgin rectum pressing against him as he filled her as deeply as he could go. This time, she truly did take everything he could give her as his hairy pubis mashed against the silky globes of her little rump.

	"Good girl," he croaked. "How are you doing?"

	Her eyes wide with the reaction to her anal penetration, the little girl took a moment to respond.

	"You made my kitty wet when you went in my bum. You wet it lots."

	"How could I not? You feel so damned good there."

	Carefully, he stroked inside the fleshy oven of the tot's ass. Kirsty's compact body rocked with the motions of the buggery and she made soft grunts with each inward thrust. As her muscles adjusted to the intruder in her rear, Jim was able to fuck her faster. He noticed that when his balls slapped against her smooth cunny, they were getting wet as her juices were streaming out. Kirsty truly was having "fun in her bum".

	Kirsty's climax bolted through her, making her arms weak. She collapsed face down on the mattress and turned her head to the side, moaning weakly as her anal sodomy increased in force while her sodden little cunt pulsed with its last orgasmic fluids. With a shout, Jim came. Long ropes of sticky jism soaked her rectal lining and the first grader lustfully whined as the heated cream went deeper inside her ass.

	Kirsty walked carefully up the stairs as she felt some fluid shifting in her rear. It was two days since the weekend and she loved that she could use all three of her holes just like those girls in the books she and Jim read. It was fun but she had to be careful not to be messy on the outside when she came home. 

	This afternoon, Kirsty wanted Jim to "make a baby in her" but had changed her mind after they read a chapter from a book in which an eleven year-old girl got buggered on the hood of a car. It had excited both of them and they played at that with Jim taking her ass while she laid spread eagle across the table. The table's edge had rubbed her cunny just the right way, too, even scraping her clitty so she could cum just before the man spewed his load in her adorable little bottom.

	No one came to the door when Kirsty knocked, not even after she risked knocking louder a second time. It was not the first time this had happened, so Kirsty sat in the hall and waited for her mother and sister to return. Maybe Wyatt would be with them or maybe not. Like her mother's other lovers, Kirsty was as ambivalent toward him as he was to her. 

	An hour later, Martha returned alone. Kirsty silently groaned. Whenever their mother left Lilly alone, she tied the girl's ankle to the wall radiator, giving the girl only about three feet of travel. Martha insisted it was so Lilly wouldn't "get into anything she shouldn't" but Kirsty didn't understand that. When she was in the apartment, Lilly was rarely anywhere but in bed or in a corner sucking her thumb. 

	Kirsty also noticed a certain jitteriness in her mother's movements. She had been taking that stuff again. While Kirsty didn't know what exactly it was, she had previously guessed that it was one of those things a visiting police officer at school had said they should never use.

	After Martha unlocked the door, they went inside where Lilly was sitting on the floor of the poorly heated apartment in just her underpants. She had been crying and now looked fearfully at her mother as she worriedly sucked her thumb.

	"Goddamn, you little bitch!" Martha screamed. "I leave you alone for three fucking hours and you piss on the fucking floor!"

	Kirsty couldn't blame her sister. Three hours was a long time if you really had to go and little kids like Lilly couldn't hold it that long. An ashtray flew from Martha's hand but flew wide of Lilly by about a foot. Further enraged, the woman went to the bedroom and returned with one of Wyatt's leather belts. 

	Lilly was petrified as she watched her mother approach. Equally fearful, Kirsty blurted something out without thinking. Martha spun around toward her older daughter with wildness in her eyes.

	Jim had needed his sleep, still catching up after an exhausting weekend with his little houseguest. In bed, he sort of heard something knocking at the door and peered over at the red glow of a battery-operated alarm clock. Having his own schedule, he never set the alarm but he did like knowing the time. Also, it served as a low-level light so he wasn't stumbling in the dark in case he lost power.

	Judging by the hour, it was probably a drunkard, addict, or some other garden variety asshole. Jim ignored it at first, figuring whoever it was would stagger away. But the knocking continued, growing more insistent. Sighing, he swung out of bed and got dressed. There was no way he was going to face trouble in his skivvies. 

	He picked up a baseball bat and stopped, considering his choice. It was Tuesday night. Tuesdays were crowbar days. Nodding, he exchanged the wood of steel and cracked open the door with one foot planted behind it do it couldn't be pushed open. 

	No one was there.

	"Jim?"

	He looked down and saw Kirsty. She had been crying and even in this light he could see the tear tracks on her cheeks.

	"I told a lie," the girl said.

	"Are you okay? What happened?"

	"I told a lie," she repeated in a trembling voice. "I told mommy that Mrs. Smith said Lilly could sleep over, too."

	Then Jim noticed an even smaller figure next to Kirsty. The hair was darker as were the huge eyes which watched him above a set of pale, curled fingers that went with the thumb currently in the girl's mouth.

	Jim had no idea what kind of mess he was now involved in. But the night was cold and undoubtedly it would be colder in whatever hell the sisters had to call home before. He stepped back and opened the door wider to let them in.



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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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