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 Polly, part 1 (MMM+/g, first, coerce, anal, semi-cons)

   Written by Madvlad



   "Hey Porky"

   Ten year-old Polly turned around and saw three girls her age approaching
the bus stop for school.  Denise and Lydia were blonde and Tammy had
reddish brown hair.  Unlike, Polly, they were all slim, athletic girls. 
Polly had mousy brown hair that hung below her shoulders.  Like her parents
and many of her relatives, she could charitably be called husky.  While not
obese, she was thickly built in her torso and her limbs and had a round
face that was pleasant to see when she smiled.  Her only satisfaction with
her body was that she had begun to sprout a pair of small puffy breasts (no
doubt induced by her build) while the other three girls remained perfectly
flat-chested.

   Polly ignored the taunt from the other girls as past experience had
taught her that a reply would just goad them on.  And tears would evoke an
even nastier reaction, so she set her mouth straight and instead gazed
across the street where a shopping center was under construction.

   Some of the local residents were not happy to see a commercial property
spring up so close to their houses, but the zoning had been approved after
heated debate in the city council.  Such things were well beyond the
interest of a ten year-old; she was only curious as to what kind of stores
would fill in the frame that was being erected.

   "Hi Polly, sorry I was late and missed you when you left your house."

   Polly turned and smiled at the new arrival.  Ellie was two years younger
with a slender build and curly blonde hair.  Her family lived two houses
down from Polly's and, like Ellie, were all good-natured.  Ellie's older
brother was in high school and her younger brother was a year away from
attending kindergarten.  She often helped Ellie watch her little brother
(who was well-behaved and sweet-tempered, but still four years old) when
Ellie's mother had to run some brief errands.  Polly was hoping she'd be
allowed to baby sit in the evenings in another year.

   Ellie looked across the street at the construction site.  "Have you
heard anything about what's coming in?" she asked her older friend.

   "She's hoping for a bakery to take up the whole thing," sneered Lydia as
Denise and Tammy snorted in amusement.

   Ellie began to say something back to Lydia before Polly stopped her with
a nudge to the arm.  "Just let it go," she said in a low voice.

   She turned to Ellie and said in a normal tone, "I think I'll try to find
out this afternoon while you're at your piano lesson."

   That afternoon, Polly made a beeline from the bus to the construction
site.  There was yellow plastic tape wrapped everywhere along with "No
Trespassing" signs, but they had faded slightly and were hanging loosely.
Polly took this to mean that no one really cared if someone snuck in, as
long as they weren't obvious about it.

   Polly ducked inside an opening in the outer wall where a door would
someday be installed.  The lighting inside was surprisingly bright, with
bare fixtures already wired and hung from the unfinished ceilings.  Polly
tiptoed from room to room, looking for any clues as to what would be in
them when they were done.

   After ten minutes, her search had come up empty.  But now she wasn't
sure which path she had taken to get in, so she began walking a little more
quickly - and loudly - to find a way out.  As she turned a corner, a large,
rough hand seized her arm.  Polly yelped in surprise.

   "What are doing here, kid?" a deep voice asked.

   Polly looked up at the huge figure of a construction worker.  The name
"Vince" was inscribed on his hard hat.

   "I- I was just looking to see what kind of stores were coming here.  I
didn't touch anything, honest."

   Polly looked up at Vince with pleading eyes as he contemplated her
answer.  He jerked her arm forward and muttered, "Come with me."

   A minute later, he led her into a room where six other workers were
taking a break.

   "We got us a trespasser," announced Vince.

   Polly squirmed under the hard gaze of all seven men.

   "Trespassing," said one of the others.  "That's hard jail time."

   "Yeah, Earl" agreed another with "Bo" on his hat.  "But she's kind of
young.  How old are you, girl?"

   "Ten," squeaked Polly in a small voice.

   "Ten," Bo repeated, rubbing his mouth.  "I guess you might get away with
only doing six months in Juvie."

   "J-Juvie?" asked Polly,

   "Juvie.  You know, Juvenile Detention."

   "Oh, no," Polly moaned.

   "But we'd hate to do that to someone we know," interjected Earl.  "What
if we got to know you a little better?"

   Polly nodded eagerly.

   Bo slapped his thigh.  "Then it's settled," he announced.  "I've been
wanting to get to know someone like this after that present we got here two
weeks ago."

   "Oh, now she was a hoot," rumbled Vince.  "Freshly popped and pierced to
boot with a 'Fuck Me' sign taped to her.  Christmas in fucking October"

   "And then she learned how to use that sweet mouth with us," another
worker chimed in.  "Thank you, Santa!"

   The men laughed as Polly looked around, confused by the reference and
embarrassed by the coarse language.  (AUTHOR'S NOTE: The other girl in
question is Audrey from "Lori, Part 5.)

   "So," Vince said.  "Tell us about yourself."

   Polly squirmed as all of the men looked at her.

   "M-my name is Polly," she stammered.  The men remained quiet.  "I'm ten
years old....."

   "We already know you're ten," one of the men replied.  Polly stood in
place uncomfortably, unsure of what to say next.

   "Let's help you out and ask some questions," Earl volunteered.  Polly
nodded eagerly, glad for any help.

   "Alrighty," Earl continued.  "Let's see...hmm.  Do you still have your
cherry?"

   Polly raised her eyebrows in confusion.  "What cherry?  I don't have any
cherries with me."

   Her answer got a round of laughs from the crew.  "I'll take that as a
yes," wheezed Earl.  "Tell you what.  Since Vince is the one who found you,
he should be the one to get any cherries you might have on you.  Does that
sound fair to you?"

   Polly nodded and the men cheered, chanting Vince's name.  Vince gave a
slight bow in response.

   "Have you ever kissed a boy?" asked Bo.

   Polly's face reddened as she shook her head.

   "No?" Bo asked with a surprised note in his voice.  "Why not?"

   "Because I'm fat," Polly blurted in frustration.

   "No, no," said a short Hispanic man.  "You're nice and round.  It makes
you look like a little woman.  I like a woman with meat on her bones."

   "Julio's not kidding about that," Vince pointed out.  He turned to his
co-worker and said, "Why don't you get her started, amigo?"

   Come here, mujare," Julio said.  Polly walked over to him and he quickly
grabbed the back of her head and planted a kiss on her lips.

   Polly stood in front of Julio, stunned, as the other men cheered.  She
wasn't sure what to do and became even more paralyzed when Julio slipped
his tongue in her mouth.  Then she felt his hand kneading one of her
budding breasts.

   Julio broke his lip lock on her.  "Man, these are starting to grow in
real nice.  Let's get a better look." He quickly pulled the hem of Polly's
t-short up to her arm pits.  "Oh yeah, those are real nice, little mujare."

   Vince came up behind her and pulled the shirt over and off of Polly's
head.  The girl was so stunned by this turn of events that she offered no
resistance.  Julio ducked his head and took one of Polly's small tits in
his mouth while he rubbed her plump belly with his hand.  While Polly was
engaged with Julio, Vince unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants down,
then followed with her panties.

   He lifted the girl up and brought her to a work table, setting her down
while another man pulled her clothes from her ankles and removed her
sneakers and socks.  Polly tried to close her legs, but Vince took her by
the knees and spread them apart.  The ten year old's fat little pussy was
completely bald with the lips slightly spread by the position of her chubby
thighs being help wide open.

   "You look good enough to eat," observed Vince.  "Hey Earl, are you
hungry?"

   "I am now," Earl responded.

   "Well, lick her up and get her off.  I want her a little loose and wet."

   Polly was frightened, but unable to do anything as she was held in place
on the table with her legs spread, knees bent upward.  It was bad enough to
be stripped naked in front of all of these men, but she thought she would
die when Earl leaned between her legs and began licking her sex.  She was
only able to produce frightened murmurings as he sucked her plump labia
into his mouth.  He gave her slit a few long licks before he began to stab
and slash at her little clit with his tongue.

   Polly's embarrassment was soon joined by unexpected sparkle of pleasure
from between her legs.  She let out a small "Oh" as he alternated his
licking between strokes along her slit and swirls around her clitty.

   "Damn, Earl," said Bo.  "You're a fucking magician.  With that mouth of
yours, you should be in politics."

   The men laughed, but Polly didn't pay any attention as she felt a
growing sensation swell in her lower belly.  It was like a hot ball of
pressure that grew steadily.  Then something spiked and the ball burst,
sending waves of pleasure through her body, even making her toes curl.

   Earl got up and let Vince step between her legs.  She saw him lower his
pants and under shorts enough to produce a rigid cock.  Polly gasped at the
sight.  The only penis she had ever seen was Ellie's little brother's when
she helped give him a bath.  But the preschooler's innocent little genitals
were nothing compared to the thick cock with a hairy base and an almost
angry-looking reddish head.

   Vince aimed his cock between Polly's legs and inserted the head between
the hairless bulges of the preteen's virgin pussy.  He gave a small thrust
forward and Polly yelped as his head partially penetrated the small opening
and pressed against the thin membrane that lay inside.  He waited a few
seconds for the girl to adjust to the presence that was painfully spreading
the entrance to her cunt.  When the shock began to subside (but the pain
was still there), he gave a larger thrust and tore through Polly's hymen.

   Polly screamed as she felt a second pain inside her and the sensation of
being torn within.  Vince kept thrusting until most of his cock was
inserted into the little pussy and the head was knocking on her cervix. 
Polly thrashed her head back and forth, blubbering and pleading for him to
stop.  Her arms and shoulders were pinned to the table by Vince's
co-workers.

   Vince looked down at the spread little cunt lips that wrapped his cock.
Polly's clit was pushed up by the turgid length of meat he was sticking in
her.  He began rubbing the sensitive bit of flesh with the ball of his
thumb.  Polly slowly stopped her thrashing has she felt the now-familiar
sensations begin again, despite the pain.  Vince kept his cock in place
while he diddled the girl's clit with his thumb and forefinger.  He felt
her cunt grow warmer, then spasm around his cock with another small burst
of moisture.  As the spasms began to subside, he began pumping in and out
of the little girl.

   Polly mewled and moaned as her young pussy was subjected to even more
use and abuse.  She was feeling so much pleasure and pain that she could
not quite tell the difference between the two.  She thought she could feel
Vince's cock actually swell more before he grunted and jammed it hard
against her cervix.  Then she felt bursts of something hot and wet fill her
from the inside.

   Vince waited a minute to get his breath and recover from a terrifically
hard cum.  The men released Polly's arms and shoulders and proper her
upright to a sitting position and Vince withdrew his cock.  Polly stared at
the thin streaks of blood on his shaft and then saw the mess of cum and
blood dripping from her freshly plowed little pussy.

   "Oh, no!" the girl exclaimed.  "I'm bleeding!"

   "It will stop soon," Vince assured her as he wiped his cock with a rag.
"That was just your cherry.  And I thank you for keeping your promise."

   "Get her off the table on her knees," Bo requested.  "It's time to teach
this young pup another new trick."

   Polly was manhandled from the table and set on her knees in front of Bo,
who unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out in front of
Polly's face.  "Start licking - start at the base and work your way up to
the head.  Don't be shy."

   Polly hesitantly leaned forward and touched Bo's cock with the tip of
her tongue.  Calmed by the fact that nothing crazy happened, she began
licking as she was told, using long strokes with the flat of her tongue. 
The skin of Bo's cock was remarkabll smooth since it was stretched tight
while his organ was erect.  It tasted a little sweaty, but that taste
subsided as she washed the cock clean.

   When she reached the head, her tongue gently dug into the crevices
around the circumcised, purplish, mushroom-shaped tip.  As the throbbing
pain in her pussy slowly ebbed, her curiosity got the better of her and she
became more aggressive as she swirled her tongue around Bo's member.  Bo
groaned in appreciation and placed a big hand on top of her head.

   "That's damn good.  You're a natural at this.  Now, suck on the head
like it's a Popsicle.  Just hold still."

   Bo held Polly's head steady as he fed the end of his cock into the ten
year-old's mouth.  Polly sealed her lips around it and sucked.  Then she
began to flick her tongue over the head.  Bo eased more of his cock into
her mouth, getting a little over two inches in before he felt the tip brush
the back of her mouth.

   Polly jerked slightly in a gag reflex.  Bo withdrew his cock a little
bit.  "Sorry, kid.  I'm just trying to figure out how much you can take. 
I'll go easy on you."

   He pushed his cock back into Polly's mouth, using a crooked vein on the
top of his shaft to measure the limit he could go without making the girl
gag.  He slowly pumped in and out of her mouth as she maintained her
suction and caressed the meat with her tongue.  With all of this attention,
it didn't take Bo long to cum.  He stopped his cock so that only the head
was past Polly's lips and he sprayed her entire mouth with his jism. 
Polly's eyes widened as her mouth filled with thick, salty fluid.  Bo
grinned as he looked down at her chubby face with her lips still wrapped
around his cock.

   "Go ahead and swallow it all.  Go ahead - it's good for you."

   Polly slowly worked her mouth and brought the hot load down her throat.
Bo pulled his cock from her mouth and she gasped.  "Wha..what was that?"

   That was my cum, sperm, man juice - whatever you want to call it.  It's
the same stuff that Vince put inside of that cute little pussy of yours."

   Bo turned and called out, "Who's next?"

   Another man stepped up and fed Polly his cock.  As he came, he pulled he
cock out of the little girl's mouth and painted her face and chubby little
tits with his sperm.  Then Polly was lifted back onto the table where
another man fucked her pussy again, followed by yet another one.  Finally,
Earl his planted his cock where his mouth had been an hour earlier.

   The round little ten year-old had moaned helplessly when she had felt
the first two cocks sliding in and out of her little pussy.  The constant
stretching and the copious amount of fluids building up inside eased the
pain of the constant thrusting somewhat by the time Earl entered her and
eventually added his cum to the mix.

   After Earl withdrew, she felt a hand cup her dripping little twat and
caress it, diddling her clit to hardness again.  She raised her head to see
Julio standing between her legs.  He was the only one who hadn't cum yet.

   "What do you think, chiquita?  Has your hot little pussy had enough for
one day?"

   Polly nodded, grateful that her ordeal was over.

   "Then I'll leave that one alone for you."

   Julio unzipped his pants and produced a surprising long cock - at least
an inch bigger than any of the others she had taken.  He grabbed Polly's
fleshy hips and rolled her over on the table so that her legs hung down
toward the floor.

   Julio fondled the fleshy young buttocks like they were choice produce,
murmuring in Spanish as he did so.  He pried the succulent cheeks apart to
reveal Polly's puckered little anus.  He took a tube of hand cream and
inserted the tip into the sphincter and squeezed, coating her with
lubricant.

   "What are you doing?" the ten year-old asked in a quavering voice.

   "Getting you ready," the construction worker replied.  "Little girls
like you, they take everything I've got to give a little better in the ass
- more room to go deeper."

   "Yeah, but that little bitch we had a couple of weeks ago didn't seem to
appreciate it," Earl observed as he laughed.

   "That's her problem," retorted Julio.  "That girl wasn't appreciating
nuthin', man." He turned to Polly.  "Are you ready, little mujare?"

   Polly didn't understand the Spanish term, but shook her head just the
same.  "Ah, don't worry," said Julio.  "I'll go easy on you."

   He rubbed some cream onto this cock and moved it into position as he
spread Polly's ass cheeks apart.  Polly yelped as he pushed the head
through her rear opening and Julio paused for a moment to let her adjust.
Then he proceeded to slowly, yet forcefully, insert much of his nine inches
into the little girl's rectum.

   Polly mewled in pain as she felt her tissues expanding to take Julio
inside of her.  She felt impaled by something that seemed to be the size of
a baseball bat.  Then she felt the now-familiar movement of thrusting as
Julio worked his cock.

   He kept his rhythm slow so as not to damage the girl.  He loved the feel
of her anal passage wrapped around his cock - the tight ring at her
entrance and the softer, more yielding flesh inside that bathed his tool in
a slick warmth.  He held her hips tightly and admired how her fat little
ass cheeks jiggled as he moved his cock between them.  The sight and
sensations were too much and he rammed forward as far as he could as he
came, trying to send his sperm as far as he could inside of the girl's ass.


   "Oh yeah, that was worth the wait," he sighed as he pulled his meat out.


   Polly lay panting in pain and shame from her abuse.  For now at least,
the men were sated.  After a half hour, Vince handed her clothing back to
her and told her she could get dressed.  After wiping herself with a towel
she had also been given, she got re-dressed in slow, painful movements.

   "Don't worry, honey," Vince assured her.  "The next time will be
easier."

   Polly looked alarmed.  "Next time?"

   "Oh yeah, you've got to keep doing this until our work here is done.  We
know you live in the neighborhood across the street.  You don't want us to
have to come find you or even talk to your parents, do you?"

   Polly shook her head, horrified by what her parents would think of her
trespassing and of her...what she had just done.

   "O.K.," Vince continued.  "It's Monday.  I figure you need a few days
off between sessions.  What about Thursday or Friday?"

   Polly bit her lip.  "El-," she stopped, suddenly afraid to name her
younger friend.  "My friend has piano lessons on Mondays and Thursdays.  My
mom and dad don't get home until six.  If I come here after school on those
days, I won't be missed."

   The men nodded, grinning at each other.  Polly's shoulders slumped in
resignation.

   "Then we'll see you on Thursday," Vince said.  "And don't worry too much
about what to wear."