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802 reboots and there's only one thing Eleanor wants more than redemption. Eleanor/Chidi; PG-13; 2,200 words.

"You're like goldfish I let loose in a great big ocean," Michael complains tiredly, Eleanor 13 sitting before him with a defiant scowl, "but you just keep—but you just keep swimming in a circle." "Fun fact, Michael," Janet 13.5 lectures over his shoulder, producing a deformed fish tank, "goldfish are strictly freshwater fish." Michael gives the fish tank a bleary-eyed look. "It's just," he starts again, resigned, scrubbing at his stubble, focusing on a distressed Chidi 13 instead, "I gave you a literal eternity to do literally anything you want, and what do you keep doing." "Each other," Janet cuts in helpfully. Michael clicks the button. * Sleepy, Eleanor 16 sighs into the table, cheek pressed to a coffee-stained essay, sprawled over a scattering of dogeared books, eyes focused on Chidi's broad back. "Steven Seagal." Chidi 16 pauses to process. "Oh," he corrects her, patient, offended, secretly flattered, tapping a stick of chalk to the blackboard, "Senegal." "Steven Senegal," she nods wisely. * "You've been my own personal GPS," Eleanor 75 confides with an earnest, desperate grin, fingers digging into his arms, "recalibrating me no matter how many wrong turns I chose to take—" "Ironic," Chidi 75 mutters under his breath, shoulders stiff, eyes averted, "considering my directional insanity—" "—which is how I know The Good Place isn't really a place," Eleanor argues, undeterred, turning her face to glare at Michael with a perfectly confident smirk, "it's a person." "No," Michael frowns, head tilted in consideration, "no, it's definitely a place—" "No, it's definitely Chidi," Eleanor huffs with unholy determination, "I finally figured it all o—" Sighing, Michael snaps his fingers.

* Eleanor 121 settles on the outskirts of a deserted kebab neighborhood. "You're our first resident or something," Michael tells her and books it. She spends two weeks alone. "Janet," she sighs, bored, lifeless, looking up from her pillow when Janet dutifully pops in. "Can you get me a turtle. I kinda really need a turtle right now." One fresh turtle takes a heavy hesitant step atop her skewer-cluttered nightstand. "Janet," Eleanor calls again. "Can you get me tiny glasses to put on the turtle." Janet gets her tiny glasses to put on the turtle. "Hey, Janet," Eleanor asks, lost, "why the fork am I doing this." Janet offers her a cheerful, "Unclear." * "Lemme try... Perfect Credit Score," Eleanor 204 tells the froyo dude, scanning the menu, "And Glasses here's gonna have... how's New Socks sound?" Visibly pleased, Chidi 204 shuffles closer. * "—she lives to vex me," Chidi 321 tells Tahani 321 with a long-suffering, impatient huff, stranded in her greenhouse during a daily shrimp air raid. "Technically, buddy," Eleanor 321 defends, almost fondly, crouched behind a large fern, "we're kinda dead." "This is what I mean!" Chidi points out, incredulous, adjusting his glasses. "I mean," Eleanor shrugs, tugging at one of his belt loops to scoot closer as a giant shrimp flies overhead, "I could maybe be responsible for our shrimp kamikaze friends or I might not be, is this really the hill you wanna die on, man." "As you pointed out, Eleanor," Chidi argues hotly, fixated on the insistent fingers wrapped around his belt loop, "I'm already dead." "This is precisely," Tahani snaps, the brim of her stupidly large hat shielding her stupidly beautiful face, "why I've banned you both from seeking shelter on these premises—I shan't allow myself to become a personal mediator again like I felt obligated to when my good friends, Ben and Jennifer and Jennifer—" A severed shrimp carapace crashes through the greenhouse, nicking her hat. "Out." * "Huh," Eleanor 401 nods to herself, realization dawning, "you and me—I guess we're technically illegal immigrants." Jason 401 cocks his head at the Xbox. "That's racist." Eleanor ignores him, crossing her arms and sinking deeper into the couch. "I smuggled myself into forking heaven." She pauses for a beat. "Wow, this has gotta be the worst thing I've ever—nope. Sold bags of Zayn's breath at two One Direction concerts." Unconcerned, Jason squints at her, controller held loosely in his palms, lollipop dangling from his mouth. "If I had to pick one direction I guess I'd pick south. No, left. No, up—" "We need to turn ourselves in." "Pass." "Listen," Eleanor starts, "Chidi would say it's our moral imperative to—" "Noooo," Jason whines loudly. "Chidi would say," Eleanor persists, then pauses. "Oh." * "Look," Eleanor 599 starts the negotiations, clasping Chidi's clammy hands between hers, "you should come with me to Mindy's. Because..." she takes a shaky breath, nape and collarbones itchy, "because you're the Bonnie to my Clyde, Chidi, the Karl to my Hans Gruber, the Kronk to my Yzma—" "I... " Chidi 599 manages, traumatized, "I don't even know where to start, Eleanor, you understand that all of these are bad guys, please tell me you understand, it's very important to me that you understand—" "Chidi, I only understand that you have to come with me," Eleanor tells him, soft, sincere, scared. "It's important somehow." Chidi watches her for a moment. "Okay." * "Everyone else is forking," Eleanor 666 announces casually, breezing into the guest room, mouth full of popcorn shrimp, "so we should, too, you know, probably." "Eleanor," Chidi 666 bristles, flustered, uncomfortable, visibly struggling to keep his composure and his bookmark in place, "if everyone else jumped off a building, should we?" "Bro," she points out, kinda smug, kinda shy, gesturing at the book in his lap, "we literally just finished a chapter on how conformity makes us human." "Oh, of course," he complains, nervously adjusting his glasses, "now you pay attention to my lessons. Wait. You're paying attention to my lessons, Eleanor, that's—sadly—the proudest I've been—" "Cool," she says, tossing her bucket of popcorn shrimp aside, "but are you turned on." Chidi stares. "Weirdly," he blinks, "yes." * "Perhaps," Michael says into his recorder, perched precariously atop his windowsill, only peripherally aware of Eleanor 704, "next time I could maybe tinker with the bluetooth settings—" "Wait," Chidi 704 says, gripping his chair, glasses slipping down his nose, "next time?" "Oh, right," Michael summarizes flippantly, "yeah. Okay. So we've been through some version of this like 704 times." Unenthusiastic, he sticks his hands up in surrender. "Surprise. I'm a bad guy and so are you. Let's see, what am I missing—ah, yes." He spares them an accusatory glance. "I had to reboot you jerks, like, every couple of months." "Wait—wait, what—704 reboots?" Chidi asks, horrified, vein in his forehead pulsing. "No, what—at an average of two months per cycle," he turns to Eleanor, eyes wide, left shoe tapping restlessly, "that's... 117 years." Eleanor waves him off with a dismissive scoff, "That can't be right but I don't know enough about math to dispute it." She pauses for a beat. "Why do I know that word." Michael arranges his face into a desperate sort of condescension, thumb poised over the clicker. "Character development." * "The bad place must be frozen over," Eleanor 782 tells Nightmare George Washington, "because I definitely think I have the hots for a nerd. Like. I'm not super into him or anything." The clown painting stares back. "Fine," Eleanor concedes, "I might be super into him." She turns. "Tahani, at the risk of failing Bechdel, what do you think." Tahani 782 looks up from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine, criminally long legs crossed at the ankle, hair swept to the side like a sexy mermaid. "I think dedicating an entire article to snacks is a neoteric atrocity. In this economy?" Eleanor narrows her eyes. "About feelings, Tahani. These terrible things I'm apparently having." Tahani rises with elegance, the hem of her dress sweeping down her perfect calves. "Eleanor, I must, as the Floridians say," she lectures airily, patting Eleanor's shoulder, "respectfully stay in my lane." "Fine," Eleanor complains, agitated, unnerved, defensive, "fine, I'll just figure out feelings and how to "have" them on my own—" "Eleanor," Tahani points out, placing one of Chidi's tabbed books in Eleanor's hands. "Not quite on your own." * "We don't belong here," Eleanor 800 murmurs lazily, cheek smushed against a couch cushion, ripped bag of chips cradled in her arms. Squatting by his Playstation, monk robes caught on a stack of games, Jason 800 nods sagely. "Ya, we musta used some legit cheat codes, dog." Expression blank, Eleanor watches him blow a peace kiss at the ceiling. "Dude, we have to leave." Jason gives her a scandalized pout. "Before we get Chidi in trouble," Eleanor clarifies, coaxing, "before we get Tahani in trouble." Petulantly, Jason sprawls on the floor. "I don't wanna leave. I like it here. I like how the pizza is always deep dish and how the Jaguars air on every channel and how my budhole—" "It's the right thing to do," Eleanor eulogizes. "You and me, we gotta do what's best for Chidi and Tahani." "Noo, homie," Jason sits up, slapping the rug, "what about what's best for us, huh." Eleanor nuzzles the bag of chips. "What is best for us, Jason." "I dunno," Jason admits, looking constipated, "but I do know Tahani makes me smarter and Chidi makes you gooder, so." Eleanor opens her mouth to protest, then bites down on a chip with an affectionate, lopsided smile. "He does make me gooder." * Eleanor 802 says, "Do you think it's weird." Chidi 802 says, "Always and everything, yes, but what specifically?" "That Michael deep-fried our brains 801 times and I still just..." she gives him a sideways glance, sitting by the kitchen counter, VCR queued up. "Found you." Chidi shifts atop the stool, brows knitted, fingers anxiously clawing at his knobby knees. "Perhaps, mathematically, it was mostly inevitable, since there were only four—" "I have to show you something," Eleanor interrupts, thumb paused over the play button. "Do you wanna see? It could, you know. Totally change everything, be a total plot twist, a jumping of the shark, maybe." Pained, Chidi offers her a tiny indecisive wheeze. "Well," he starts eventually, wary but focused, "according to Thomas Gray, ignorance is bliss. But also, uh, there's Francis Bacon, who argued that knowledge is power—" "I'm not gonna lie, Chidi," Eleanor shrugs one shoulder, palm upturned. "Imma side with food, not colors." Chidi pauses, a brief hint of surprised admiration softening his features. Eleanor's heart catches in her chest. "So can I show you." "Yeah." * "Hey, quick question," Chidi says on the train, fragments of the neighborhood dismantling behind them, "and I feel like I need to qualify it with a—" "Chidi." "Right, sorry," he says, pressed to her side, studiously examining his knuckles. "I've been thinking a lot lately—" "Shocker." "—and I think—feel—think I should mention a principle we didn't have time to cover in class," he rambles, adorably sweaty, "one that closely relates to skepticism, in which we have to assume that because we can only experience our own mind, every bit of knowledge outside of it is unsure and unreal—" "Solipsism," Eleanor nods politely. Chidi pauses, almost awed, lips parted, eyebrows raised. "What," Eleanor offers defensively. "I read ahead." "Oooh," Michael calls from the back, "that's how she got you in Reboot 413." Thoughtful, Chidi turns to meet her eyes. "Wait, so you know about solipsism but not where Senegal is?" "Chidi," Eleanor whines, "I'm from Arizona. We get our maps from... 1886. Countries like Africa—" "Again, Africa is not a c—" "Haven't we left The Bad Place?" Tahani demands sternly, then demurs, "I mean. Do carry on..." Awkwardly, Chidi squares his shoulders. "It's just that, hypothetically, what if none of this is real." "The probability of that is absolutely high," Janet agrees. "Oh, my stomach," Chidi groans, then refocuses. "If none of this is real, then none of the reboots, including the one where..." he trails off guiltily, "Cannonball Run II happened, happened." "Oh no, Burt Reynolds doesn't win the race?" Jason asks, noticeably upset. Eleanor ignores him, gently slipping her hand in Chidi's. "Look. What matters to me is that none of the reboots erased what I care about." She hesitates, mumbling, "You." "Oh, dang," Jason hoots, "Chidi's a virus." Five pairs of eyes laser in on him. "Yea, Chidi's like this one virus Pillboi got that one time we tried to download Party in the USA on LimeWire but it was actually a," he crooks his fingers at an angle, aghast, "cartoon porn, yo." He nods in remembrance, somber. "He never could get rid of it after that." "Are you saying, Jason, in your... graciously simple manner," Tahani translates delicately, "you believe we are inside a computer simulation." Jason purses his lips, thinking. "Okay... yeah?" "Oh," Chidi says, seeking guidance from the train's ceiling, "that wasn't helpful at all, Eleanor." Eleanor knocks his knee with hers, smiling brightly, hand still in Chidi's. "It was for me." Incredulous, Chidi observes her for a moment. "How." Eleanor's smile grows. "I'm cool with a computer simulation or eternal damnation or even Alabama," she tells him with a kind of unshakeable trust. "As long as I'm stuck with you."

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Step-Father's Sins by Unknown

Chapter 4

"Let's sprawl out on the blanket so we can be more comfortable," MacIntyre said in a quiet voice.

Even though there was no one around for miles he spoke as if the two of them were sharing sexy secrets.

"Okie-dokie!" the little girl said cheerfully and got on her back on the blanket with her legs straight out in front of her, her thighs parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.

The boy - crawled beside her so - he could caress the front of her body freely and kiss her at the same time.

They flicked the tips of their tongues together, Melinda already breathless with the passion she felt in her pussy.

"My cunt is so fucking hot, MacIntyre," she said.

"I know how to make it get even hotter," MacIntyre said quietly.

"How's that?" Melinda asked, caressing his temples.

"With my tongue," MacIntyre said, licking her lower lips.

"Oooh, the thought makes me all tingly!" she exclaimed.

The handsome boy showered her face with tender peck kisses and began to kiss and lick along the sides of her neck.

He licked at her ear and made her squeal with pleasure as he stuck his - tongue inside, being bold and curious with his pink taster.

He began to massage her tits as he kissed down her throat.

He got her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

MacIntyre pinched lightly at her nipples for awhile.

He then increased the pressure until there were sexy twinges of pain mixed with Melinda's pleasure.

Melinda was not a full-fledged sexual submissive like her mother, but she - had noticed that she liked it when guys were a little rough with her.

Melinda did not like being treated as if she were fragile.

MacIntyre pulled both erections at the same time.

The skin around the nipples was pulled taut.

He breasts were pulled upward and made pointy.

He released the nipples simultaneously and allowed them to snap back into position.

He removed his fingers and went after her tits with his mouth.

MacIntyre's light blonde hair was the sort that bleached almost white in the summer sunshine.

His skin was fair and he had to suffer through several sunburns before the tanning process would begin.

Melinda ran her slim fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with her long nails.

Melinda often found herself wondering about her sister Marlene. Marlene was less than a year younger than Mindy, but she was miles behind when it came to awareness of her own sexuality.

Melinda and Marlene were not only sisters who shared "the same bedroom, but -they were also best friends.

They knew all of each other's secrets. Melinda knew that her sister had never gone all the way with a boy.

She said she was frightened, which Melinda thought was silly.

"I don't like being a tease," Marlene had said. "But every time I think about having a huge cock shoved up me like that I get all tense and I know that I could never enjoy it. It is supposed to hurt the first time, right?"

"You are being so silly," Melinda had said. "The pain only lasts for a second and then there is a lifetime of great pleasure."

But Marlene had just shaken her head from side to side as if she didn't understand and the older Sister had decided to drop the matter.

MacIntyre stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as he could get it and placed the tip on Mindy's right nipple.

He flicked back and forth across it making it very difficult for the black haired girl to keep her hips still.

She was gyrating her ass against the blanket as MacIntyre rolled his tongue over her erect nipple.

The boy then opened his mouth and lowered his head so he could suck the feminine erection as hard as he could.

He drew the nipple deep between his lips as he sucked, never taking the tip of his tongue from the hard rosebud.

"BITE! BITE! BITE!" Melinda screamed up and the summer sky, her eyes closing tightly, her palms moving to his strong shoulders.

She gripped at his muscles until her knuckles turned white and thrashed her head so that her hair got in her face.

The boy got his teeth on that throbbing nipple and gave - her a series of sharp love bites that filled her torso with a divine combination of pleasure and pain.

He pulled at her nipple with his teeth and released it, noticing that it had grown to be nearly-an inch long.

He repeated the process with the other nipple until Melinda could feel her cunt juices being produced in a steady flow.

At first her honey-like juice had gathered between her slightly curled back inner labia at the base of her slit.

That juice had soon dripped from her poontang's base over the inch long patch of tissue between her pussy and her tight puckered asshole.

She could tell that there would be a big wet spot on the blanket by the time MacIntyre got his head between her slim shapely legs.

MacIntyre showered her large firm tits with sucking kisses before he began to kiss his way down her belly.

Her heart was pounding and her breathing was short and rapid.

Her chest and belly heaved up and down with her passion.

The handsome blonde boy massaged her tits with both hands as he stuck his tongue inside her dimpled bellybutton.

He kissed and sucked at her abdomen as Melinda strained to get her slim thighs even further apart.

The boy's nostrils flared as he picked up the musky scent of the little girl's aroused womanhood.

He could already feel the ache in his balls returning and he knew it wouldn't be long before the blood of his arousal began to pump back into his currently flaccid cock.

The boy had no worries. He knew that his dong would be stiff and ready by the time he had to fuck her tight cunt. "Do you like the way it smells?" Melinda asked him.

"Oh yes, very much. It makes me horny," MacIntyre said.

"I'll bet it tastes just as good," Melinda said.

MacIntyre could tell that this was a less-than-subtle hint.

Melinda had very little pubic hair growing above her pussy slit.

The black pubies only covered the bottom third of her mound.

She was practically bald at the sides of her vulva.

She only had a tiny ring of hair around her hot anus.

The little girl placed the balls of her tiny feet flat on the blanket and raised her knees in the air.

She kept her thighs parted as far as she could get them so her knees were pointing in exact opposite directions.

The boy moved so that he was flat on his belly with his head between her thighs, facing the pink flesh of her cunt.

Even in the blue hue of the full moonlight he could see that her pussy was all wet and swollen.

He began to kiss, bite and lick at the smooth dark insides of her thighs, starting near her knees and working toward her outer labia.

He could feel his cock starting to get hard as it was pinned between the blanket and his flat stomach.

He knew that he would soon have to lift his ass in the air as he ate her to relieve the pressure on his growing boner.

"How does your asshole feel?" MacIntyre asked.

"Like it needs to be rimmed badly," Melinda replied.

The boy placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and pushed upward so her tiny feet were lifted from the blanket.

The little girl rolled back onto her shoulders, the back of her head pressing hard against the soft blanket.

She rested on the small of her back and drew back her knees so that her buttocks were in the boy's face.

He shifted his caresses to the cheeks of her ass, which were slimmer than her mother's but still had a ripe roundness to them.

The boy caressed her buttocks lightly with his fingertips and then worked his fingers closer to the crack.

He turned his wrists so that his fingers were pointing inward and pressed hard enough to make the flesh dimple.

He pulled her ass cheeks apart slowly, not stopping until the skin in the crack was pulled taut.

He could see her pink puckered asshole in the moonlight, the sphincter muscle throbbing hard enough to be visible.

MacIntyre thought that her anus was very cute.

It looked to him like a pink asterisk. Her nether eye appeared to be winking at him as the hole pulsated with desire.

MacIntyre parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, placing the tip at the top of the crack of her ass, which was closest to the blanket.

For a moment his firm chin was resting on the blanket as he flicked the tip of his tongue upward toward her asshole.

She shuddered and moaned deeply as he licked her bung hole, tracing a tiny circle around her hot sphincter with his tongue tip.

"My ass is so hot. I'm burning. Lick me clean with your hot, wet, tongue, MacIntyre," she squealed.

The boy used the flat part of his tongue to lick her asshole until all of the anal flavor was gone.

A lot of her cunt juice had dripped down into her ass crack which made the flesh there even more delicious as far as the horny teenage boy was concerned.

"STICK IT IN!" Melinda said, sounding as if she would die on the spot if her lover decided her request.

MacIntyre was more than happy to appease her every desire and stiffened his taster for anal penetration.

He placed the pointy tip of his tongue at the center of the asterisk, still holding the ass cheeks as far apart as he could get them.

Her asshole opened to let his tongue inside and he pushed past the tube of tight muscle into her bowels.

But his tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to satisfy her deep anal cravings.

That was a job for his cock.

She hoped he would be able to get it up a third time so she could feel his pole in all three of her holes before the outdoor hot sex session was over.

The lusty rim job only made the tension in Melinda's cunt get worse. She was already close to orgasm.

She felt as if the massive explosions inside her quim would start the second he found her love button with his tongue.

"MY PUSSY! MY PUSSY!" Melinda screamed. She moved her hands to the sides of MacIntyre's head and clutched him firmly by the ears.

The blonde boy got his tongue as deep as he could up her asshole and wiggled the tip around playfully.

He worked his tongue in and out of her nether eye a couple of times before pulling out to pay oral attention to her drooling cooze.

He got the tip of his tongue in between her asshole and her pussy where the natural lubrication had gathered thickly.

He loved the way her pussy juice tasted. It made his taste buds tingle like no other flavor he knew.

Her cunt was rather sweet, as if there were really honey dripping from that pink swollen honey pot.

The boy released his grip on the cheeks of her ass and allowed the little girl to lower her feet back down to the blanket.

She clutched at the blanket with chubby toes and screamed with joy as he drew his tongue upward into her snatch.

He moved his fingers to her outer cunt lips and stretched the slit apart so he could see the many pink folds of flesh within.

He was determined to explore all of her cunt's nooks and crannies-with his eager taster before he licked her clit and allowed the little girl the release of orgasm.

He knew that her come would be better if he made her wait for it for awhile, and wanted to see how long he could keep her trembling at the brink of ecstasy.

He flicked his tongue tip up and down her outer pussy lips, licking at the sides of her clit.

He was careful not to make direct contact with the center of her womanly pleasure, so she wouldn't come a second before he wanted her to.

He flicked his tongue tip up and down the outer edges of her inner lips, the lips that surrounded her wanton fuck hole.

He worked his tongue tip between those lips and pushed them apart gently so he could massage her insides as well.

He made his tongue stiff and pushed his taster deep inside her pussy hole, failing to find the mouth of her womb.

He was careful to keep his head tilted a little to one side as he did this so he wouldn't massage her clit with the tip of his nose.

The little girl's love button was very large and erect at the top of her slit, sticking well out from under its foreskin.

He wiggled his tongue around inside her and Melinda thought that she would croak if he didn't let her come.

She was gasping for air and her hips were starting to move up and down as if she were fantasizing that his prick was already inside her.

MacIntyre had another erection and had to lift his loins from the blanket so he wouldn't cause himself discomfort.

He would have thought that he hadn't had an orgasm in years from the way his balls were aching by that time.

He thought it was amazing that he was so horny only minutes after the pretty black haired girl drank down his shooting spunk.

"MAKE ME COME! P—P-PLEASE MAKE ME COME!!!"

Melinda's voice was high-pitched making her sound a good deal younger than she really was as she begged him.

The boy pulled his tongue out of her pussy and blew cool air on the wet flesh, making Mindy shudder violently.

He placed the forefinger on his right hand at the top of her slit, between her clit and her pubies.

He pressed down and then pushed upward so that the love button's foreskin stretched up and completely away from the feminine erection.

In this manner MacIntyre made the little girl's little man in the boat exposed and available to his tongue completely.

He touched the tip of his tongue against her clit, and she let out a sharp grunt of joy that emptied her lungs.

He pulled his tongue away before her orgasmic explosions had an opportunity to begin.

"PLEASE!"

He dabbed at her clit.

He was being a tease.

She was arched and stiff.

Then he licked her clit again, this time not stopping.

She felt an atomic explosion inside her womanly pussy flesh.

She could feel her urethra open as a little bit of female ejaculation spurted onto MacIntyre's chin.

The boy could feel her cunt juices gushing onto his face and he knew that he would be all wet and sticky from the nose down by the time he was done munching at that slit of fiery flesh.

He licked hard and fast at her clit, battering it back and forth.

He rolled her love button in a slow sensuous circle. MacIntyre had to wrap his strong arms around the tops of her slim thighs to keep her from smashing him in the nose with her pubic bone with her orgasmic bucking.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Melinda called out to the cloudless sky.

Just when she thought the intensity of her spasms was bound to die down MacIntyre did something to bring them to full intensity once again.

He puckered his lips and wrapped them around her swollen love button.

Without ever removing his tongue tip from the magic spot he began to suck on her clit, tugging at it by the very roots!

She thought that her orgasm would never end. Rush after rush of pleasure shot through her body, going all the way down her legs to her toes and up to her scalp.

She was pressing downward with the balls of her feet and the back of her head as hard as she could so she could arch her back and lift her ass cheeks from the blanket.

He sucked and licked at her clit at the same time until her convulsions finally ended and she collapsed back on the blanket in the midst of her afterglow.

The boy pulled his wet face out of her sweet crotch.

He rested his chin on her nearly hairless pubic mound.

He looked at her between her heaving breasts and saw her mouth turn into a grateful smile.

"Feel good?" he asked, his baby blue eyes twinkling.

"Oh yes, fuck me now, MacIntyre. I need your cock inside me!"

The boy crawled so he was on top of her and Melinda was pleased to see that his prick was just as hard and stiff as it had been while he was ramming it deep into her hot throat.

He hovered his face above hers and she used her tongue to lick his face clean, enjoying the flavor of her own pussy.

They kissed for a short time and MacIntyre placed the palms of his hands flat on the blanket on either side of the little girl's head.

He straightened his elbows, lifting his chest so that only her erect nipples were touching him there.

She could feel the entire length of his cock pinned against her belly and she knew that she would come frequently with the stiff prick inside her oozing, seething quim.

The boy reached back to grab his prick after lifting his hips and guided his cock head to her slit.

He ran the tip of his prick up and down her cunt for a moment, just to lubricate the purple glans.

He then moved the cock head between her inner lips and pushed back with his hips so that his dick shaft would be at the appropriate angle.

He tensed his ass cheeks and pushed down slowly.

Melinda could feel her inner labia being forced open.

His was the biggest cock that had ever been inside her hole.

She knew that it would take her inner vulva muscles a couple of seconds to feel comfortable being stretched so far.

She knew that she would be filled completely by his phallus.

She kept her palms on his back and scratched at him between the shoulder blades with her long fingernails.

She lifted her feet up off the blanket, straining to get her thighs even further apart than they were already.

She wanted to hug him with her arms and her legs at the same time so she wrapped herself around him, crossing her ankles near the cheeks of his ass.

He stabbed downward with his hips and drove his entire prick inside her cunt, stretching the walls in all directions.

They made deep throaty sounds of satisfaction as they felt their loins merging, making them feel as if this union had transformed them into a single sexual being joined at the crotch.

Their pubic bones were pressed tightly together and Melinda could feel his balls resting against her burning asshole.

They began to fuck in sync with one another.

She thrust up with her hips each time he stabbed down with his.

Their loins slapped together beating out the rhythm of the fuck.

The little girl began to come right away, and she knew her pleasure would not stop as long as the handsome boy was driving incredibly deep inside her lower belly with his enormous purple cock head.

He rode her pussy high so he would give as he banged maximum stimulation to her clit against the mouth of her womb.

In less than a minute the two as hard and fast as they could.

Hips pumped pleasure into poured.

Pussy juice gushed and sweet scent of lust filled the air.

#Step-Father's Sins by Unknown #chapter 4

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