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 Only To Get By (Mg, gg, inc, pros, drug, nc) By Cactus
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   Stephanie stared out her bedroom window at the busy street below.  In
her parents' bedroom next door, her mother and father were fighting again.
This had been going on for the past year and Stephanie could barely stand
it any longer.  She liked to consider herself a normal girl.  At 11 years
old she was fairly popular in her 5th grade class.  She had silky, long
black hair that she often wore up in a ponytail.  Her eyes were a deep
brown (adults often commented on how beautiful her eyes were), and she got
fairly good marks in school.  She was even beginning to develop breasts,
and some of the other girls at school commented on how nicely they were
coming in, and how they wished their own breasts were that big.  Still,
despite the envy, she was still below an A cup.

   But regardless of how normal she seemed to herself, she felt like she
was the only girl in the world who had such awful parents.  Ever since her
father was demoted at work a year ago, he had begun drinking and acting
different.  He would hit her mother occasionally and at night when
Stephanie was trying to sleep she would hear them in the room beside hers.
Her father would demand sex, and mother would try to tell him no.  But he
would press, and soon young Stephanie could hear the resentful sobs of her
mother as her father grunted in pleasure and had his way with her.

   And now Stephanie was wiping tears from her beautiful brown eyes as her
parents fought once more, staring out at the city below from their
third-story apartment and wishing her life was different, wishing she could
start all over again with a better family and a better life.  Her mind
wandered to all the movies she had seen where children like her ran away
from home and saw all sorts of adventure, or even found better lives for
themselves far away.  Wouldn't it be great, she thought, if she could do
the same?  But it was a risky fantasy, she finally convinced herself.  No,
she couldn't run away, she would have to think of something else.  Slowly
she wiped her eyes free of any new tears and walked out of her room, past
her arguing parents and into the living room.  Climbing onto the worn couch
and snuggling into her favorite position, she took the remote and turned on
the television.

   After about fifteen or twenty minutes, the arguing upstairs stopped and
Stephanie heard thumping down the hall.  Her mother stormed past in tears
and ran out the door to the stairwell leading to the street.  She slammed
the door behind her.  Stephanie tried to hold back the tears.  Her mother
had stormed out on occasion before, and never for too long, but each time
Stephanie feared her mother would run away and leave her behind with her
father.  She tried to convince herself to stop imagining things as her
father, bare-chested and smoking a cigarette, casually walked in to the
living room and sat on the couch beside Stephanie.  He reeked of alcohol
and smoke, and ever since he started acting this way, Stephanie could stand
being around him less and less as time passed.  Now was no different, and
she cringed and tried to ignore him.

   "Looks like it's just gonna be you and be, baby girl" said her father in
a deep voice.  It seemed to Stephanie that his voice changed over time
since then.  It didn't seem as friendly and endearing as it used to.

   "You know that's not true Daddy," replied Stephanie, trying to keep
tears back in the presence of her obviously drunk father, "mommy always
comes back."

   Her father shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette.  "I
don't know, Jen.  Your mother says she's found another man.  Says she's
gonna live with him now."

   "Don't say that Daddy!" Stephanie tried not to believe her fathers
words. He had lied before.  But she knew her mother was desperate to get
away.  And she had been around the house less and less lately.  Could it be
that she really found another man?  Could she really have left her alone
with her father?

   "It's true baby girl.  You and Daddy are living alone now."

   Stephanie couldn't stand the thought of living all alone with her
father. It had been her mother who, on several occasions, was the only
thing keeping her father from hitting the young girl when his anger got too
overbearing.  But as she thought this, she also remembered the times when
her father was a nicer man, before he started drinking and making less
money.  She wished he was still the same man, wished she didn't have to
think these things about him, but she was almost sure he was a completely
changed man.  Still, deep in her heart she hoped a part of the old daddy
she new still remained.

   "Daddy," she asked quietly, "She is gonna come back right?  She was only
upset."

   Her father just puffed on his cigarette and shook his head "No, baby
girl.  You and daddy are gonna be a regular pair of roommates from now on."

   Stephanie's heart dropped.  Even in times before this, her Daddy said
she would be back.  Could it really be true this time?  Before Stephanie
could think of anything else, she felt her father's hand slowly move to her
thigh.  She looked up to notice his lustful eyes roaming her body.  Wearing
just a light tank top and a pair of thin shorts, she hadn't felt
underdressed until this point, and neither until this point had her father
ever given her such looks.

   "You'll be the woman of the house." He said, smiling as his eyes
evidently dropped to her budding chest.  "You'll have to be a big girl,
now."

   Stephanie swallowed and looked at her father in an entirely new light.
Despite his recent downfall, she never expected him to come on to her, his
own daughter.  She had hardly any experience with men to begin with, and
this new lewdness from her father made her feel terribly uncomfortable. 
She just nodded, her stomach pitted and her skin cold, afraid of what her
father might do if her mother was never around to see it.  She just quietly
continued to watch cartoons, her mind wandering in all directions as her
father gently rubbed her thigh.

   That night Stephanie lay in bed, her window open to let in the cool
breeze of summer nights.  Under the thin sheet that covered her, her
nightgown was pulled up around her waist and her small fingers gently
rubbed and prodded her clitoris.  It was something she had learned from her
girlfriends at school, something they called "masturbation".  All she knew
was that it felt great, and made her vagina pulse with electric tingling.
In her mind she imagined Donny Lucas, a cute boy in her grade.  She
imagined her and Donny kissing, holding each other and rubbing their
privates.  She imagined similar situations, sometimes with other boys,
almost every night - and almost every night she would pull her nightgown up
and rub her clitoris until a glorious feeling washed over her and her
fingers got very wet with fluid, and she'd go to sleep.

   This night was different though.  It was 1am and her mother still hadn't
come home, and for all she knew her father was still in the kitchen
drinking.  All of this kept her mind wandering.  It was for this reason
that she chose to masturbate tonight specifically, to get her mind off of
all this.  But beside all that, she kept thinking about her mother, and her
father who had kept ogling her the rest of that night.  With a sigh she
slid her wet fingers up to her nightgown to dry them off.  Before she could
pull her nightie back down to cover her vagina again, she saw her bedroom
door open and the light from the hallway flooded in.  Her father stood in
the door, his frame a silhouette in the yellowish-white light from behind.
Afraid that her father would confront her again, she quickly closed her
eyes and pretended to be asleep.  Bill walked slowly up to the bed - she
could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor - and silently looked down
at her.  Stephanie's eyelids trembled as she tried to remain convincingly
asleep, but she struggled to open them just enough to see what her father
might be doing.  Her eyelashes clouded her view but she could see the
darkened form of her father, standing beside her bed with his eyes down to
her.  Stephanie's skin grew cold, and she became afraid.  What did he want?
Why was he watching her?  The girl's heart skipped a beat when she saw her
father reach into his pajama pants and pull out his penis.

   It was like nothing the little girl had seen before.  When she was
younger, she would often get glimpses of the "things" of little boys in the
neighborhood, but they were all small.  Her father's, however, was large -
almost 8 inches in length, and covered with coarse, brown hairs at the
base.

   Bill watched his daughter sleep.  Thoughts raced through his head of his
wife, his job, his daughter, and everything that could possibly go wrong.
In the lingering effects of the alcohol hung like a mist in his mind, and
as he held his stiffening manhood in his hand, he desired the comforting
presence of a woman.  He wanted a warm hole to push his desire into.  And
if his wife had left him alone...then the only other warm hole in the house
would have to do.

   Slowly the covers lifted from Stephanie's body, and the young girl's
mind raced and her heart froze.  Her nightie was still pulled up around her
waist, and her vagina was still wet with the glistening dew of
masturbation. Her father seemed to know this, she thought, because his hand
froze with the covers, and a quiet noise escaped his lips...one of pleasant
surprise.

   Bill knew his daughter was a heavy sleeper, and it was all the better
for him.  If what he'd found was any indication, his daughter had started
masturbating.  The thought gave him an erection quickly, and his hand
rubbed the shaft slowly as his other hand moved to rub the wetness between
Stephanie's legs.  His fingers found her clitoris, and she jumped slightly.
Bill was drunk though, and the action didn't mean much to him.  Besides,
here he had a warm pussy to feel, and a full load to shoot.  His hand
pumped the rigid shaft faster as a finger slid into the slimy hole between
his daughter's legs.

   Stephanie's lip trembled and she wanted to cry, wanted to rush away but
she knew that if her father found her out, he would hit her.  Maybe even
rape her.  She wanted this to end, and she tried her best to keep quiet and
still.  Meanwhile, her father was lightly grunting, probing her sex and
fisting his cock.  For ten minutes Stephanie cried in her mind while her
father probed, felt, and violated her.  Suddenly she heard his moans grow
in volume, his finger digging inside her.  It hurt, and his middle finger
was pressing and scraping at her hymen.  Soon she felt a sensation on her
thighs.  Thick ropes of cum shot out onto her thighs and stomach, her
father grunting with pleasure as the warm, salty fluid made marks upon her
young body.  She cringed and weakly shuddered, disgusted that her father
had soiled her.  The man still stood over her, watching her, seeming
somewhat pleased with the job he had done.  Stephanie's heart raced, a
flood of emotions running through her.  Her skin was cold, her head was
hot, and the thick spots of cum on her naked thighs and stomach her weakly
warm and making her feel dirty.  Not much more time passed before Bill
decided he was done and left the room without another thought.

   Stephanie lay still and quiet for a long time, sobbing softly to herself
as the cum from her father's orgasm dried on her bare skin.  Her eyes were
damp with tears, and her chest and stomach shook lightly with her crying.
After many long minutes, she slowly got up and crept through the hallway to
the bathroom.  As she passed her father's room, she could hear him snoring
lightly.  The sound repulsed her, no longer able to think of her father as
a good person.  She quietly padded into the bathroom and soaked a
washcloth, rubbing vigorously at the dried semen that caked to her bare
thighs and vagina.  After the cum was all gone she sniffed, wiped her arm
across her running nose, and stepped quickly back to her room.

   She couldn't sleep.  The scene from earlier that night replayed in her
mind again and again.  The way her father grunted with pleasure.  The way
he left without as much as a word or action.  Could he feel so low about
her?  To use her as a cum toy and leave.  Stephanie was young and didn't
understand the ways of sex like some of the older children at school, but
her father's actions tonight were enough to make her realize he would never
be the same again.  Her mother had still not returned.  The fighting
between her parents had gotten worse.  Life at home just didn't seem worth
it to her anymore.

   Maybe her mother was brave.  Maybe it was good that she got away and
didn't have to deal with daddy anymore.  But to leave Stephanie behind with
her drunken, sex-starved father?  Why?  Stephanie couldn't stand to think
of growing up with that man.  She had to be brave too.  She had to run
away. But where?  And when?

   The next night Stephanie sat in her room while her father watched TV and
drank downstairs.  She had been alone all night, sitting on her bed and
running thoughts through her young mind.  A decision couldn't be harder to
make.  She couldn't stay with her father any longer, but where would she
go? She couldn't think of anywhere.  She couldn't try to stay at a friend's
house.  She didn't want to tell anyone about what her father had done.  It
seemed Stephanie had nowhere to go.  Her heart felt heavy and afraid, but
as the night went through and her father was again lying down to sleep, she
made up her mind.  Busily she threw clothing and personal items into a bag,
intent on leaving the house before her father realized she was leaving.  At
11, she still wasn't old enough to know the layout of the town she lived
in. Besides going to school nearby, the only time she had been around much
was in trips in the car.  Her only traveling experience included playing in
the woods behind her house, or venturing past them to the lake a few miles
back.  She was hoping something would come along, something that would be
safe.  Her body was tense with lingering fear of what would happen to her.

   A few more hours passed as she sat in the darkness, a bag packed with
the things she thought she might need, and her hands cold and clammy with
nervousness.  When she thought her father was in a deep enough sleep, she
quietly shouldered her backpack and crept through the halls.  Each creek of
the floor made her heart feel heavy, and she would wait a few moments to
make sure she hadn't woken him up.  She had made her way down the stairs
and into the first floor hallway, and began quickening her steps towards
the door.  She had to open and close it quietly.  Even though her dad was a
heavy sleeper after drinking, she couldn't take any chances.  As she made
her way towards the door, a hand grabbed her from behind.  She shrieked and
instinctively tensed, crying out as her father pulled her back.

   "And where do you think you're going, little girl?" he said, his voice
heavy with the smell of booze.  He hadn't been asleep at all, but must have
come downstairs earlier in the night to drink.  He must have seen her as
she passed the kitchen, too intent on escaping to see his figure in the dim
light.  Bottle in hand, he practically dragged her into the living room. 
After lightly tossing her small body towards the couch, he flicked on the
light and squinted lightly.  His whole body smelled like the stuff, and his
eyes were heavy and frightening.  Stephanie sobbed, curled up on the couch,
afraid to even look at him.

   "So what was little Stephanie doing," he slurred, reaching forward and
pulling her backpack from her shoulder, "Running away?  Trying to find
Mommy?"

   Stephanie sobbed louder, her face buried in the cloth cushion.  Bill
breathed heavily and reached for the young girl, using his strong hands to
push her to her back as he undid his pants.

   "I'll teach you to run away from daddy.  Now your gonna taste daddy's
big cock."

   Stephanie held her eyes shut tight as she felt the engorged head of her
father's manhood pressing against her tiny lips.  Tears streamed her face,
her chest heaving with sobs and her lungs burning as she breathed hard
through her nose.  She didn't want that thing in her mouth.  She wanted to
run far, far away.  But her father's overpowering push finally broke her
and soon she felt her lips spreading apart over the large, hot head.  She
cried and tried to pull away, but his other hand held her head firmly,
fingers twisted in her silky, black tresses.  His urging was irresistible.
Slowly the thick shaft penetrated her young lips, her mouth aching as it
stretched as wide as it could, the swollen head of her father's penis
poking hard at her throat.  She cried harder, wailing as tears filled her
eyes, her body limp and surrendered to his evil demands.

   Bill moaned deeply as his young daughter's mouth served as the warm hole
he'd been waiting for since his wife had left.  Her sobbing served as a
further stimulant, too, her throat twitching with her cries, her lips
rubbing lightly as she choked back tears.  He knew it wouldn't be long
until he blew his thick load.  His hips thrust back and forth, fucking that
tiny mouth and stretching those tiny lips to their limit.  Stephanie's
moans of sadness and pain vibrated against his vein-lined shaft, her
twitching tongue soaked the underside of his member.  Over and over his
head pounded against her throat, and soon his balls were tensing and
emptying their load, his moans loud enough to echo through the dark house.

   Stephanie's body tensed and her head jerked against his pressing hand as
she felt the warm and salty semen begin to flood her mouth.  She had never
experienced anything like this.  Her entire world seemed dark and awful as
sticky cum spilled along her teeth and pressed through the miniscule space
between her lips and his shaft, coating the thick rod with a sticky sheen.
She gagged, instinctively swallowing some but trying hard not to.  As
breathing became harder and harder, she continue to swallow small doses
until her stomach felt sick, and her throat was coated with salty cum. 
Soon, however, her father relented his spurting.  His hand unceremoniously
pulled from her hair, his penis was yanked from her mouth, and he drunkenly
headed back to the kitchen to clean up and finish his dwindling bottle.

   Little Stephanie sobbed and coughed, too horrified to think of the semen
that covered her chin, lips, and that had dribbled down onto her t-shirt.
She weakly grabbed her backpack and made her way for the door.  Her father
was only half-awake when she passed the kitchen, his orgasm knocking
whatever life he had in him out the door.  He went to protest but just
couldn't keep his mind straight.  Stephanie wouldn't care anyway.  The
nimble young girl threw open the door and ran out into the night.  It was
past midnight now and her neighborhood was quiet.  Her sneaker-clad feet
pounded on the pavement as she ran down the dark street, her father's cum
drying on her chin and chest, mingling with the tears that poured from her
soft eyes.  Stephanie was free now, a free young girl in a big world...

   A hand wiped at her mouth to clean off the filth her father had left. 
Her eyes dried as the wind pressed to her face.  Young Stephanie was
determined to be happy again...and, if it was possible, to find her mother.



   * * * * * * *

   Stephanie sat on the ground of the bus terminal, her arms holding her
knees up to her chest and her backpack lying against the brick wall beside
her.  She had been out of her house for five days now, and still she hadn't
found a place to live or spend her life, and she hadn't heard or seen
anything about where her mother might have ended up.  Most of her nights
away from home were spent sleeping in alleys and behind buildings -
anywhere she felt relatively safe.  On her second night she slept at a
friend's house while her mother and father were out of town, and two nights
later she slept in an open, abandoned car that was parked in an abandoned
lot.  Thankfully is was still early in the fall and the temperature was
still fairly cool, not cold.

   Now she sat in the local bus terminal, watching the people go by and
wondering where she would go from here.  She could try to sneak onto a bus
- she didn't have enough money for a ticket yet.  She could try to get
someone to buy one for her.  Or did she want to go that route at all?  She
still had the sinking feeling in her stomach because of the whole
situation. The buses came and went all around her, pulling up to and
leaving from the large overhang that projected from the main building.  She
sat under the overhang, her face nearly covered by her knees as the soft
wind blew through her black hair.  Her dark eyes seemed lost as she
passively watched the buses and the passing people.  Hours had passed since
she wandered to this spot and not a thing had happened yet.

   Not much longer passed before her view was blocked by a pair of legs
that stepped up in front of her.  When they didn't move she slowly looked
up so see the face of a tall man with a tanned complexion looking down at
her.  His hair was dark as well as his eyes, and he seemed Mediterranean in
descent.  He looked at Stephanie with kind eyes that almost seemed to laugh
within themselves.

   "Hi...are you waiting for someone?" he said, his form almost silhouetted
by the bright sunlight that seemed all the brighter outside the shadow of
the terminal overhang.

   "Ummm..." Stephanie began, unsure of how to answer, "Yes...I'm waiting
for my dad." She lied, hoping to defend herself against any possible
advances he might try to make to a lonely young girl.

   "I'm waiting for someone too...mind if I wait with you?"

   Stephanie wasn't expecting that response, but she didn't know what else
to say.  She nodded slowly and the man leaned against the wall opposite her
bag.  For a moment the two were silent, but the man broke that a few
moments after arriving.

   "What's your name?" he asked, looking down at the beautiful 11-year-old.

   Stephanie continued looking ahead, thoughts racing through her mind of
stories she'd seen on the news about little girls being kidnapped and raped
and murdered.  She was silent for a moment, then said quietly
"Stephanie..."

   The man nodded and smiled.  "My name's Gary.  I'm waiting for my
daughter...she's a little younger than you, I think.  How old are you?"

   "Eleven." Stephanie didn't feel a need to lie about that much.  Besides,
if the man really had a daughter, he couldn't be that bad.  He didn't seem
like her own father.

   The young girl and the man talked for what seemed like a long while. 
She ended up telling him anyway about how she ran away from home and what
her father had done.  He told her about his daughter and how pretty she was
and how she would probably like her.  After a while Stephanie noticed a
young girl who looked to be no older than seven walking up the street
towards them.  Gary smiled and opened his arms to her, and the little girl
ran up and hugged him tightly.  Gary had said her name was Christy, and he
wasn't kidding when he said how beautiful she was.  At 4'6, Christy was as
beautiful as Stephanie could imagine a young girl.  Chestnut brown hair
pulled back in a ponytail accented her similar brown eyes.  Tiny soft lips
and creamy skin gave her face an angelic look, and her tiny, baby-fat
hinted body was desirable even to the young runaway.

   Gary looked to Stephanie with an arm around his young daughter.  "If you
have nowhere to go maybe you can come with us...I'm sure Christy would love
getting to know you."

   Stephanie smiled and nodded.  Maybe the kind man and his daughter could
get her mind off all of her recent troubles, and even offer her a decent
place to stay for a while until she could find her mother.  She stood up
and slung her backpack over one shoulder, then followed Gary and Christy as
they walked down the street towards their home.

   Stephanie entered the small apartment after her two hosts.  The place
was dimly lit and not what some might consider very well off, expense-wise,
but it was cozy and she was glad to be in a place other than the streets.
Gary patted his little girl on her cute little rear and told her to take
Stephanie up to her room while he made snacks.  The two girls laughed and
ran to Christy's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

   The bedroom was much smaller then Steph's old one, but she liked it a
lot.  It was plain - a small single bed with pink sheets and blankets, a
table with crayons and paper, some posters and a nightstand with a cheap
radio.  They sat on the small but comfy bed and began to talk.  As the
conversation went on, Stephanie began to wonder about Christy's
relationship with her dad.  It didn't sound like any other father and
daughter Steph knew, but they seemed to love each other a lot.  Finally,
Christy said something that confirmed Stephanie's suspicions.

   "You know, Gary isn't my real daddy...my real daddy died a long time ago
and my mommy stopped caring about me, so when I met Gary he let me live
with him.  He loves me a lot and I love him."

   Stephanie envied the relationship the two had, and wished that her own
father was as kind.  Christy continued, and surprised her guest even more.

   "Gary says that we can move to a nicer place when I make enough money
for him."

   "Make money for him?  How?"

   Christy smiled and bounced on the bed a little "Gary lets men touch me
and play with me, and they pay us for it.  It's fun cause it feels really
good, and Gary always makes sure they treat me right."

   As the conversation deepened, it was apparent that Gary was selling out
Christy as a little child prostitute.  Stephanie learned that Gary had
other such girls too, and that some lived with them and some lived with
their own unknowing, and in some cases knowing, parents.

   Stephanie didn't know what to think of all this.  From what she knew of
sex, what her father had done to her, she didn't like it much at all.  But
Christy seemed to enjoy it a lot, and so did the other girls she said.

   After a while the girls grew silent.  Christy was now lying on her back
and slowly rubbing her tiny clit, her hand causing a bulge in the front of
her shorts.  Stephanie didn't know what to do.  The situation was awkward
for her, having never been around a girl doing that before.  But in a way
she enjoyed it, because she knew how good it felt when she did it to
herself.  She was glad her new friend could experience it too.  The silence
lasted another few minutes before Christy sat up and bounced a little, a
bright smile on her face as she placed a small hand on Stephanie's
shoulder.

   "Have you ever been with another girl before?" she asked, her eyes
filled with excitement.

   "Another girl?  I have been with some, friends and stuff...I never had
too many friends."

   This seemed to bring Christy to an even higher level of excitement. 
Stephanie couldn't understand it, but soon began to wonder at Christy's
next question.

   "Do you wanna be with me?  Like, get with me?"

   "But...I am with you."

   Christy giggled and stood up, starting to remove her t-shirt.  Stephanie
just watched, unsure of what to do.  Her friend shucked the pink shirt and
tossed it aside.  "But, you know, let's fool around.  Let's have sex!"

   "Sex...?" Stephanie understood fairly well now.  "But...with you?  I...I
don't know...is it okay?"

   "Of course it's okay.  Me and Gary's other girls do it all the time."

   Christy reached forward and began to pull Stephanie's shirt up.  Steph
didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to offend her new friend. 
Despite her nervousness, she began to take her shirt off, then followed the
seven-year-old's lead and removed the rest of her clothing.

   The two girls now sat naked on the soft bed, and Christy wasted no time
and crawled close to her friend, kissing her cheeks and pulling her closer.
Stephanie just sat there, images running through her mind of her father and
what he had done, and of things her friends had told her about sex.  But
this was her friend...and not a drunken and strong man like her father. 
And when touching herself, it felt wonderful.  Despite her experiences, she
decided she would try this out...carefully.

   Slowly she began to kiss the girl back, their lips meeting from time to
time when they were not all over the other's cheeks.  Soon Christy's hand
found it's way to Stephanie's budding chest and was playing with her pink,
puffy nipples.  The girl had never felt excitement like this before.  It
wasn't long before she couldn't contain her curiosity and lust for this new
experience.  She laid back at the control of her new friend as her young,
bare vaginal lips were spread by two tiny fingers and Christy's small pink
tongue was dashing up and down along the pink slit.  Electricity seemed to
course through her body and her stomach shuddered and pulsed with quickened
breath.  Her eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling.  The feeling
of a tongue caressing and lapping at her virgin sex was exhilarating, and
she wished it would never end.  So it was such a surprise, then, when the
licking suddenly stopped.  Stephanie's head took a moment to clear before
she realized why.  Gary had entered the room, and as she looked up she
noticed little Christy holding the man close as he knelt and kissed her
quite passionately.

   Steph didn't know what to think.  The only other time she saw an older
man with a young girl was her father...raping her.  As she watched the
"father and daughter" kissing now, she just looked away - partly to give
them privacy, partly to try and forget her memories, and partly to hide the
growing blush on her creamy cheeks.  Soon Gary was up and moving to her. 
She caught it out of the corner of her eye and looked over just as he knelt
beside the bed in front of her.

   "Hey Stephanie...looks like you and Christy are becoming good friends."

   Stephanie nodded lightly, not saying anything as she tried to cover her
blush by holding her head down.  She was foiled, however, when Gary's hand
came to her chin and raised her face.  He looked into her big brown eyes
and smiled.

   "You're such a beautiful girl, Stephanie...Christy and I both think so."

   Jen looked past the older man at the younger girl by the door.  Christy
stood there smiling, a hand back on her naked cunny, rubbing the small
clitoris that poked out.  She then looked back to Gary, and nodded slowly.
Would this man try to have sex with her too?  Would he try to force and
hurt her like her father had?

   "...well?" Gary's question broke into her mind as images and questions
raced through.  She blinked and focused on his eyes.

   "...w-what?"

   "I asked if you had anywhere to go.  You ran away, right...?"

   Stephanie nodded slowly.  "Are you going anywhere?  Do you have
somewhere to go?"

   "I'm looking for my mom." Stephanie's mind was in two places at once. 
While trying to focus on Gary and his questions, she couldn't help but
think about what had taken place.  Her father, her mother leaving, her days
spent on the streets, where she wanted to go.

   "Well why don't you stay with the girls and I?  We can take care of you
until you find her."

   Stephanie's eyes looked back into Gary's.  He seemed sincere...and
Christy was definitely a good friend so far.  Maybe the other girls in
Gary's care were just the same.  She nodded silently, only half aware of
the response.

   "Great!  And as long as you stick with me, we can get you some good
money to help you find her."

   Gary was always interested in getting new girls, and this beautiful girl
who he'd found at the bus terminal was looking to be a great catch.  That
night as Steph and Christy slept together in bed, he thought about her
beauty and how many men would love to have her for a night...and what of
her mother?  Gary's questions were nearly endless, and so - to him, were
the possibilities.



   * * * * * * *

   A week had passed since Stephanie had been taken in by Gary.  In that
time she had met some of the other girls that Gary called "His Own." There
was Katie, a 12 year old girl who lived in the same building as Gary that
met him when she was 10.  She lived with her parents, both of which thought
Gary was just a nice man willing to baby-sit Katie from time to time and
spend time with the girl.  Katie was 5'2 with fiery red hair that she kept
long.  Her breasts were a partially-developed 32a, and her body was best
described as "a little extra" in the weight department - although she was
far from overweight.  Stephanie considered her especially beautiful.

   Gina was a tiny 5 year old, and was Gary's niece.  Her mother, Gary's
younger sister, wanted nothing to do with the child and Gary opted to take
her in.  She slept in Gary's bed and was an adorable little girl with a
tiny blond ponytail and brown eyes.  Whenever Stephanie would wander around
late at night, she would often see Gary laying in bed with Gina nursing his
thick penis between her lips.  Gary adored the little girl, and would often
spend hours alone with her in his room, licking between her legs or gently
pushing his rigid, plump cock deeper into her trained throat.

   When Gina wasn't with her Uncle, she was always tagging along with
Cynthia.  Cynthia was a striking 6 year old with silky black hair and dark
eyes.  She was half-Mexican, her mother being a native of the country who
moved to America when she was a teenager, and her father being a coworker
of her mother when she found work.  The couple lived a few floors above
Gary in an apartment with their daughter.  Emile, the mother, had
befriended Gary a few weeks after they moved into the apartment.  She was
soon openly flirtatious to him, and not long after Gary was invited to fuck
Emile while Todd, her husband, watched.  This happened for a few months,
and all the while Gary would have an eye on Cynthia.  He began lightly, but
eventually he would suggest more and more that Cynthia be allowed to watch
as well.  Her parents were nervous at first, but soon Cynthia was allowed
to watch the fucking as well.  It wasn't long before the little girl joined
in herself, with Todd lending an eager helping hand to his wife and
daughter.  It was around this time that Cynthia became one of Gary's Girls
as well, with the support of her parents.

   Only one more child was a part of this group before Stephanie arrived,
and it wasn't a girl at all.  Kyle, a 13 year-old runaway like Stephanie,
had met Gary through Katie when the girl had gone out shopping.  She met
Kyle on the street and seduced him, bringing him back to Gary's apartment
to fool around.  When there, Gary took a liking to the boy and proposed he
stay around, much like he had offered Stephanie, so he could take care of
him.  He soon convinced the boy to work for him, and the young man was
eager to work his body for cash - to men or women.

   Stephanie enjoyed all of these kids and would often spend time with them
while they weren't out working.  Sometimes she would even watch, since
regular customers would often come back to the apartment to fuck the girls
in a special room put aside for just that.  The customers didn't seem to
mind the extra set of eyes peeping on them.  Normally they were too
enamored in the little cunnies that were sliding along their fat pricks, or
waving back and forth in front of their faces.  It wasn't long though
before they would go to Gary requesting a little fun with the new girl. 
Gary would decline usually, saying that she still needed to work herself up
to it.  After a while, however, the prospect of more money coming in
through the new girl became too much for him to pass up.  It was a Saturday
evening when he approached Stephanie.  She was sitting in the living room
watching TV, and he sat beside her, placing a familiar hand on her soft,
bare thigh right below her shorts.

   "Stephanie, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Asked Gary, smiling kindly
at the raven-haired beauty.  Stephanie looked up at him with a smile.  She
had gotten fairly close to Gary and his "family" in the past week.

   "I'm okay.  What's up?"

   Gary let his hand glide along the smooth, young skin of her thigh,
dipping between them as he watched his experienced digits manipulate the
angel-flesh.  "Well, you've been here a while now, and you've gotten to see
all the girls at work.  You like watching them, right?"

   She nodded, still not quite sure where this was going.

   "Well...you've learned a lot too.  And whenever you play with the girls,
you do a wonderful job at pleasing them.  Christy always tells me how
wonderful you make her feel...and how yummy your little pussy tastes."

   Stephanie blushed, nodding again and looking coyly towards the
television again.  Gary continued.

   "What do you think about getting some money of your own?  I know you
could use some...you'd get a good share of any money you made at pleasing
our clients."

   "You mean...have sex with them?" Stephanie hadn't even given much
thought to that yet.  Sure, it had crossed her mind a few times.  But she
wasn't sure she could really do a good job...and besides, thinking of other
men like her father touching and hurting her was something she didn't enjoy
at all.

   "That's right.  And of course I would be there to watch the first few
times.  At least until you developed some regulars.  That way you could be
sure they wouldn't hurt you."

   It would be nice if Gary would watch, she thought.  She knew he loved
his girls, and always made sure no one hurt them.  He even got violent with
one new customer when he tried to do too much to Katie.  She didn't want to
disappoint Gary either.  He had taken her in, fed her, gotten her new
clothes, treated her wonderfully.  If she said no, would he kick her out?
She didn't want to be on the streets again.

   "Okay," she said at length, looking back up to and into his eyes, "I
guess I could try..."

   The man smiled, standing and taking her hand.  "Wonderful.  I have a man
waiting for you right now.  He's a regular and I know he won't hurt you. 
And I'll be there with you just to make sure."

   She nodded again, taking his hand and following him into the "sex room"
as the girls called it.  The room had plenty of lights, all of them
controlled by switches that could dim each one to the likeness of the
client.  There was a large bed with soft red sheets, a nightstand that held
a clock/timer (for payments made for time limits) and several sex toys and
fresh condoms in it's single drawer.  Their was a closet with outfits
ranging from bikinis to schoolgirl uniforms to fishnets, whatever the
customer desired his young girl to wear.  There was a video camera on a
tripod in one corner.  Sometimes Gary liked to film the girls in action,
other times the clients paid extra to have their own reminder of the money
they spent.  Gary only allowed this with regulars, and even then he took
many precautions to protect identities.  Other than a single, comfortable
chair in one corner that Gary usually used to watch the girls, the room was
bare.  She entered the room not knowing what to expect, but once inside she
recognized the man that had obviously payed for her.  She didn't know his
name but he came once every couple of weeks, usually taking Katie or
Christy into the room with him.  She had never actually watched the girls
have sex with this man, so she didn't know what to expect from him.

   "Hi Stephanie...I'm Greg." Said the man.  He seemed nice enough...but so
had Jen's father.

   "Hi" replied the young girl quietly, looking back up to Gary.

   Gary nodded and let go of Stephanie's hand.  He made his way to his
chair and sat, crossing one leg as Greg moved towards Stephanie.  The man's
large hands took light hold of her sides as he looked down to her.  The
girl jumped slightly, having only felt such a touch once before, but she
tried hard not to let that come to mind.  She had to be good for both Greg
and Gary if she wanted to stay there, she thought.  She looked up at the
man, a broad smile on his face at the sight of this new, unused preteen. 
Having been a client of Gary's for well over a year, he knew the terms; Go
as far as you want without hurting the girl, stop whenever she says stop,
and use a condom if they're over ten years old.  Looking into the girls
eyes, she spoke lightly, assuringly.

   "Don't worry Stephanie.  Gary knows I'm gentle with his girls.  You'll
be just fine."

   Stephanie nodded, and moved to the bed with a large, firm hand on her
rear.  She sat on the end and removed her shirt, following the rhythm she
had seen the other girls take, revealing her smooth, half-tennis ball
breasts.  Greg had his own shirt off at this point, and he sat beside her
and picked her up, setting her onto his lap with her knees bent at either
side of his thighs, her small tits pouting out before his face.  One hand
moved up her back to steady her as his lips enclosed one puffy nipple,
rolling his tongue around the tiny nub and taking the whole of her
premature mound into his mouth.  This drew a startled moan from the girl,
partly because she had never experienced such a sensation, partly because
this man was being so gentle.

   Drawing his mouth from her nubile form with a light slurp, the man
looked up into her eyes.

   "That'a girl.  Relax, get nice and comfy."

   With this, he lifted her from his lap and onto the mattress, laying her
on her back so he could crawl atop her and suckle the other nipple, his
thumb and forefinger tugging at the saliva-moist left one.  Stephanie
lazily lolled her head towards Gary, eyes half-closed as the experience
sent pangs of ecstasy through her prepubescent body.  The man just smiled
at her, nodding his head as if to allow her to accept it.  But the girl
already had, lost in a haze of newfound sensation and girlish wonder.  As
if on their own accord, her soft hands moved up into his hair to press his
mouth further into her chest, a tiny mewling emitting from her lips.  To
her disappointment, Greg drew his lips from the now-stiff bud to stand
again and tug down his jeans, the underwear falling with them to reveal a
half-flaccid penis.  The wiry, thick growth of pubic hair around the base
did nothing to detract from the obvious length.  The fleshy shaft was 5
inches now, but Stephanie had seen an erect penis before and she knew only
more was to come.

   The man crawled back onto the bed and began kissing down Stephanie's
chest and across her stomach.  The muscles under her smooth flesh jumped,
and a quick breath sucked into her lungs.  The feeling was amazing,
fantastic, like nothing she'd ever experienced.  Of their own accord, her
tiny, soft hands slipped into Greg's thick, graying hair.  As his lips
bordered the waistline of her shorts, his hands left her prepubescent
mounds, causing her to shiver at the sudden loss of soft heat.  Lightly
working at her zipper, the man undid her shorts and slid them down,
forefingers hooking her violet panties along with them.  Slowly the skin
came into view.  First it was the gentle bulge of her hips.  Then the
softening, puffy skin above her mons.  Greg breathed harder, nearly
matching Stephanie's pace as her young mind raced with excitement, desire,
and fear.  Soon the tiny, peach-fuzz slit came into view, and before long
the shorts joined their shirts on the floor, leaving Stephanie nude and
completely at the older man's whim.

   The eleven year-old's piercing moan broke the erotic silence of the room
once Greg's lips surrounded her tiny vagina.  Her back arched and her tiny
ass lifted from the bed, pressing into his face as the sensation arced
through her nerves.  Her feet slid and grasped along the sheets, attempting
to keep balance, but as Greg's skilled hands moved to hold her hips, she
let out a deep breath and her body went limp, head rolling towards Gary
again.  The watching man had his seven-inch penis released from his jeans,
the thick, stiff shaft only a blur between the quick, pumping fist.  All
the while his eyes remained directly on Stephanie, pride for his new girl
mixed with lust and desire.

   Stephanie could barely sort things through.  Aside from the jolting
pleasure that coursed through her like blood at the prompting of Greg's
skillful tongue, which was now working hungrily up and down the virgin,
pink rose-colored canyon between her puffy labia, she was juggling the
dozens of emotions in her brain.  Desire, lust, confusion, excitement,
wonder, the joy of forbidden art and love.  She could barely contain
herself, and then came the point when her containment would break.  Greg's
tongue finally dipped into the dew-lined sheath of her virgin flower,
triggering Stephanie's very first orgasm.

   Young juice seeped like sweat through her inner walls, serving to
salivate over Greg's tongue.  Her back arched and her eyes clenched tight,
young moans coming out in ragged, gasping breaths.  Greg held the young
girl's hips tight, burying his face between her smooth thighs to taste her
orgasm.  When finally the experience died down, Greg sat up between her
legs.

   "How was that Stephanie?  You like that?"

   The drowsy-eyed girl nodded, looking over to Gary to make sure he was
happy with her.  He seemed happy enough, one fist still around his
shrinking cock, a mess of thick semen splattered on his hand and dribbling
down the bulging head.  There wasn't time enough to react before Stephanie
felt her insides clench and drool again, this time around an invading
finger.  Jen's brown eyes watched helplessly as the slick finger pushed
into her, massaging the pink-red walls inside.  She mewed gently, lightly
grabbing his wrist and assisting, pushing the digit deeper inside.  It
burned - oh, how it burned.  But Stephanie needed it.  It was as if her
baby kitten was controlling her whole body, commanding little Stephanie to
stuff more inside.  The single finger served to ride her through a second
orgasm in a matter of minutes, coating the mini-penis in her girlish honey
once more.

   Greg was as horny as girl-lovers came, but he had a deal with Gary that
he wouldn't go further than this.  It being Stephanie's first time, Gary
knew to loosen her up over time, and fingering was the farthest this
session would go.  But Greg didn't mind this.  If anything he was patient,
and had already paid in advance for a session to take her virginity.  But
he wouldn't leave without rubbing one out, and he wasn't about to go do
that himself.

   "Stephanie, sweetie.  Come, take this in your hand."

   Stephanie opened her eyes to see a thick, swollen penis hanging over her
face.  Without further questioning for fear of reprimanding, she wrapped
her hand around the pudgy shaft - or as much of it as she could.  Greg was
breathing harder, and the little girl needed no prompting.  She had seen
the other girls do this before, her hand pumping along the shaft as she had
watched Katie, Christy, and even Kyle do.  In fact, she'd seen all the
girls do it.  Gina and Cynthia often did it to Gary as well.  It made her
happy to know that Greg was enjoying this.  His thick, heavy moans served
only to make her hand slide quicker along the veiny, pulsing prick.  One of
his hands moved back to feel the silky threads of her hair, running through
her ponytail.  She remembered her father doing this, then remembered his
thick, bulging cock in her own mouth and the vile, incestuous semen he shot
into her mouth.  It was as if the sexual, desire-induced trance she was in
broke into a million pieces.  Just as she was about to pull back and let go
of the cock, a thick stream of pent-up semen shot in an arc onto her chin.
She gasped, falling back onto the pillow.  Assuming it was surprise from
his sudden orgasm, Greg just picked up the shaft into his own hand and
resumed pumping along.  He grunted and cursed in pleasure as each sticky
rope flew from the tip.  Stephanie was nearly sobbing as the emotions
assaulted her, and the semen dashed across her plump, budding breasts and
her neck.  The final dribbles pooled on her stomach, sliding along the skin
as it rose and fell with her heavy breathing.  Greg smiled down at her
kindly as he reached for a nearby rag, wiping the mess from his shrinking
cock as he looked at the soiled girl admiringly.  He'd definitely have to
be here to take her virginity next time.  Stephanie merely panted and
watched as Gary and Greg talked in the corner, then Greg got dressed and
said his goodbyes, winking at her before leaving.

   That night Stephanie kept to herself, thinking about her dad, her
situation, and her new "family." She tried constantly to separate her
current situation from the rape she experienced just before leaving home,
but how hard it was when the abuse had been her only sexual experience up
until that time.

   Now she sat in the dark living room, looking down the hallway into the
kitchen where Gary sat at the kitchen table with Gina, Kyle, and Christy.
Gary was grinning and tickling the kids, joking around with them, and they
seemed to be enjoying it a lot.  Now and then Gary would lean down into the
table and put a tube in his nose, sniffing up stuff from the table top. 
Even Kyle and Christy did it once or twice.  Gary wouldn't let Gina try.

   What were they doing?  Stephanie noticed it now and then.  Noticed the
funny things they smoked sweet-smelling green stuff from.  Saw the sugary
sniff-powder in tiny bags in Gary's room.  Then she saw something else.  It
was Gary, smiling at her and beckoning her to the kitchen.  Slowly she
stood from the couch and padded barefoot in her nighty towards the girls,
Gary, and the sugar-powder.






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