Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Point: Jill's Cum Filled Day, part 3 (M+m+g, gangbang, intr, ped, drugs, alc.) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: Ten year old kiddie-porn superstar spends all day getting filled with cum... HEADING HOME "The house isn't far," I said to Shawn as we walked out of McStaggers. "Alright," Shawn replied before commenting, "So your friend Krystal; she seems kinda young to be pregnant." Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "She's fourteen...about the same age most girls are when they get pregnant the first time..." "Seriously!" he declared. "Yeah," I explained, "well, yeah: I mean, girls who are constantly strung-out junkies don't tend to get pregnant until they're older...well, actually they do get pregnant, they just loose the babies..." while wondering how Shawn could possible know so little about life. Feeling Shawn shudder next to me, I added, "Strung-out junkies really are disgusting aren't they?" "Uhm, yea...I guess they are," he said in a somewhat confused voice. Seeing how freaked out Shawn was, I figured is would be wise to change the subject. Pointing at a needle on the ground I said, "Watch where you step: don't wanna get a needle in your foot..." "Holy crap!" he said as he deliberately stepped around the needle that was laying on the ground. "Didn't notice the streets were so dirty when I got here this morning..." "Stick with me, pay attention to your surroundings, and you'll be alright," I tried to reassure him. After a brief moment of silence, Shawn said, `Uhm, you've...ah..." while pointing down towards my legs. "What?" I said, stopping. Looking down at my legs I noticed that a fairly large glob of pearlescent white goo was very slowly running down the inside of my right thigh. "Oh," I said with a smirk. "You're not worried about that?" Shawn asked in a somewhat concerned voice. I flipped him off in my head before saying, "It's just cum leaking out of my pussy... Oh, that's right; you never fucked a girl before." I stopped speaking for a second while I opened one of the packs of the cigarettes the tourist had bought for me, pulled out a cigarette, "Want a cigarette?" I asked. Seeing Shawn shake his head `no', I pulled out my lighter I lit the cigarette. I took a puff before saying, "Why don't you lick it off my legs?" exhaling a thin cloud of wispy white smoke in Shawn's direction as I spoke. "Euw...no way," he said in a disgusted tone. "Guess one of my sisters will have to then..." I thought aloud as we resumed walking. "Sisters?" he asked. "Yeah, I got two sisters," I said before pausing to take another puff from my cigarette. "Pritty is eight." Seeing the slightly confused look on Shawn's face I explained, "Yea it's her actual name, but she most people call her by her porn name Coco..." A somewhat more confused look appeared on his face, "She got that name `cause her skin is about the same color as hot cocoa..." "Oh," Shawn said. Since he seemed to understand what I had told him so far I continued, "And Ginger is about five. We call her that `cause she has red hair..." "So she only has one name then?" Shawn asked. "Well, that's all anybody's called her since me and Coco found her when she was a baby in one of the dumpsters next to the old steel mill..." I explained. "You found her in a DUMPSTER!?" he exclaimed. "Yeah; we brought her home and asked Momma if we could keep her," I began explaining, "If Momma hadn't been drunk and completely blitzed at the time, she probably would've told us to take her back...but she was, so we got a little sister..." "Your mother..." Shawn sounded a bit nervous, "Your mother won't have a problem with you bringing a guy you just met to stay at your place, will she?" Exhaling a bit of smoke as I shook my head `no' I said, "Nah, won't be an issue." "You sure?" Shawn asked in a concerned voice. "Seein' as Momma OD'ed three weeks ago; no, it ain't gonna be an issue," I explained. "She's dead!?" he sounded a combination of surprised and shocked. `Wow,' I thought to myself. "A person who OD's dies," I couldn't believe I had to explain that to Shawn... "I'm sorry," Shawn said. "Don't be: she was a junkie, we all saw it coming for a while," I said. "Oh..." Shawn said, "But what about your dad?" "Dad? What dad?" I asked. "Ah, I'm sorry," he said in an almost embarrassed tone. "Sorry for what?" I asked. "Ah..." Shawn trailed off before saying, "Never mind." "What?" I asked before taking another puff off my cigarette. "Its..." Shawn took a breath then said, "Well if... If your mom's dead and you don't have a dad...well then..." "Here's the house," I interrupted, as I turned and began walking up to the porch. I could feel Shawn following me. Then, when I got to the first of the six steps up, I turned my head as far around as I could and cautioned, "The railing is kinda wobbly: don't use it." Shawn reached forward, put his hand on the end of the railing and shook it back-and-forth slightly before saying, "I think I can fix that." Considering how many guys have lied to me over the years, and knowing how many had lied to a number of other girls I knew / was friends with, I found it a bit difficult to fully believe him. But, then again, Shawn did strike me as a surprisingly decent person; so I replied, "Really? That'd be great," as I walked up the six steps. Shawn closely inspected the railing for several seconds before definitively saying, "Give me an hour with a flat-head screw-driver, a putty knife and some wood-filler; and it'll be good as new." Wow: it actually sounded like he really was serious about fixing the railing...offering to let him stay may have been the best decision I'd ever made. "We got the screw-driver; not sure about a putty knife and wood-filler...might be some in the basement..." I thought out loud. I took another puff on my cigarette before suggesting, "Let's got you settled in the house and meet my sisters first." "Sounds like a plan," Shawn replied as I began walking across the eight foot wide depth of the porch to the front door.