The Go Getter Part 2

by Leslie Schmidt

They went up the stairs and quickly found the master bedroom suite.

"Get undressed and wait in bed," Manny said. "I'll tell him you're here."

"I need to go potty," Marina said and ran into the bathroom.

"OK honey," Manny called after her. "Give him about ten minutes."

Marina came out of the bathroom after flushing, then walked to the window that overlooked the patio and pool. She saw her father come out and walk toward where Max was talking with a group of grown ups.

She turned and took a deep breath, then reached up and pulled her hair to the side, then untied the strings behind her neck.

She had brushed out her hair while she played with the two boys but it was still damp, although the thin nylon of her suit had dried. She left it crumpled on the carpet, then walked over and pulled the coverlet on the king size bed down and slid in between the cool sheets. She looked around the room-it was furnished with white old style furniture (French Provincial). The coverlet was white with little roses as was the upholstery on two chairs and the drapes. There was a vanity with a makeup mirror and some small bottles on it. There were also two chests of drawers and, on the tall one, was a picture of two young women that looked a lot alike. Marina guessed (correctly) that they must be Max's children. The vanity held pictures of the same girls when they where toddlers.

Marina looked up at the fan that was slowly turning then out the window. She could vaguely hear talking and laughter coming from the patio. Then the door opened and she jumped with alarm.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, gray haired woman in a maroon pantsuit. Marina didn't know her name but she did recognize her as Max's wife. She was as surprised as Marina, then her face hardened with anger. Marina wanted to run away but she couldn't. She knew that she couldn't hide under the covers either.

Carla Branch stood and looked at the little girl in her bed-she fought down the feeling of rage and then it was replaced by disappointment, then sadness. Her features softened-she shouldn't be angry at the child, she was just doing what she was told. Carla had known about Max ever since she'd come home and found him in the bathtub with their eldest-when she was four. He tried to make like it was innocent but Carla had seen her daughter sucking on his hard-on from the hallway and, in shock, had turned around. Then she made some noise and there were whispers in the room. She didn't go in for two more minutes.

"You must be waiting for Max," she said, her voice calm.

"Yes Ma'am," the girl responded.

Carla walked into the room toward the vanity. "Stay where you are...I'll only be a second."

She went to her vanity and took a lipstick out of the top drawer. Marina watched as she put it on her lips, then closed the tube and dropped it in her clutch. Carla looked at Marina in the mirror.

"I'm not angry at you child," she said. Then she turned and walked back toward the door. "You can leave any time you want, don't let him make you do anything you don't want," she said. Then she stepped out and gently closed the door.

"Something you might want to check out upstairs," Emanuel said to Max. Max's face went white, then he smiled. He looked around the patio.

"Where's your little girl?" Manny smiled back at his boss. "As I said..."

"Am I that obvious?" he asked.

"Takes one to know one, I guess," Manny replied with a smile.

Max's hand shook as he put down his drink, then he turned and went into the house. He was at the bottom of the stairs when he saw his wife at the top. He stopped. Carla paused and looked at him with a disgusted expression, then came down. She stopped at the bottom, facing her husband.

"Be sure to change the sheets when you're done raping that little girl," she said. Then she brushed by him and went out the front door.

Max looked at the closed door, then smiled and took the stairs two at a time.

He gently opened the door and looked around it. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," Marina replied. She still hadn't recovered from meeting Max's wife.

He came through the door, then closed it. He turned the snap lock, then walked over and looked down at the girl.

She had the covers up to her chin, her hair was laying in damp ringlets around her head. She looked up at him nervously.

"Was my wife here?" Max asked.

Marina nodded stiffly.

"Well, don't worry about her."

Marina slowly shook her head, still looking up at him with wide-eyed fear.

"And don't worry about me either."

This time she nodded.

"You've had sex with your daddy?"

Another nod, but she was relaxing some.

"And do you want to have sex with me?"

She paused, then shrugged.

"Well, OK then," Max said. He reached down and started to lift the covers.

For an instant, Marina held on to them but then she let them slip out of her fingers. Max slowly lifted and pulled them down, first uncovering her flat chest, then her stomach, then her hips.

He drew in his breath at the sight of the lovely eight year old. Marina had an exceptionally beautiful face. Not only were her features lovely but the unusual match of black hair and blue eyes, coupled with her olive skin and darker freckles, made it really stand out. Behind her thick and dark lips, her teeth were in-no gaps-and the orthodontists were going to be disappointed.

Her shoulders were light and her arms were thin. Her ribs could just be seen under more olive skin, her areolas were the size of nickels and the same brown as her lips. To this was added a flat stomach, hips with just a hint of flare and full, rounded pussy lips-no pucker and no visible clit.

The site of the girl made Max's dick surge. He left the covers across the child's thighs, then pulled his tee shirt off, then pushed his swim trunks down. He stepped out of his docksiders along with his swim trunks.

Now Marina's nervous expression turned into a knowing smile as she looked at his hardening cock-bouncing with his pulse as it moved up to fullness. Without preliminaries she reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft, gently pulling.

"Do you want me to suck on it?" she asked as she watched his eyes glass over.

"Oh yeah," he breathed, his voice rasping gently in his throat.

Without saying anything more, Marina rolled onto her side, then up onto her knees. She looked up at her dad's boss as she held his cock with both hands. Her smile was both saucy and radiant.

"Don't cum in my mouth, I want you to shoot in my pussy." She leaned forward and took Max's modest cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck child," Max groaned as he ran his hand along the side of the eight year old's face and into her hair, "I wouldn't think of it."

Marina made some slurping and a couple of burping sounds as she sucked the old guy's cock and gently scratched his balls with her fake French Manicure fingernails. Max was shivering he was so turned on. His heart was thumping in his chest, throat and ears, his vision was darkened and his knees were weak. Never had he had a little girl simply start sucking his cock with no preliminaries-just expert technique.

"Jesus child," he whispered, "who taught you to do that?"

At the moment, Marina had taken his five inches into her throat and had her nose buried in Max's graying dick hair. She shook her head slightly as some of her spit ran off her chin and wetted his balls. She pulled back and looked at his wet cock-a drop of pre-cum beaded on his piss hole.

"My mommy taught me," she said. She stroked him three times. "She lets daddy and me fuck every Thursday night, she wants him to herself the rest of the week."

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Max muttered as she went back down on him.

Two minutes later Marina could tell that Max was getting close. He was beginning to sweat and there was a constant flow of precum from his dick-a lot more than her daddy. She pulled back.

"Hey!" she said as a drop of clear goo stretched between his dickhead and her chin. "You're having all the fun."

Then she pushed back and lay down, spreading her legs and smiling up at Max as he gazed at her hairless preteen pussy. "You need to return the favor."

Max seemed to be in a trance as he got down on his knees and then pulled the little girl toward him. Marina put her thighs over his shoulders, then used her hands to spread her pussy. Max felt dizzy as he looked at her maroon colored clit and open inner lips.

"Oh yeah, I like this," Marina said as he put his mouth to her cunt and pushed his tongue into her slit.

Max had never eaten a pussy with such abandon before as he licked and sucked her clit, tongue fucked her and even gave her anus a chlorine-tasting rim job. Soon the third grader was bucking and humping as she dug her fingernails into Max's balding scalp and grunted and shuddered with orgasm.

He lifted up, looking at the sweaty child. "Fuck child, you really know what you're doing."

Marina opened her eyes and broke into a wicked smile. "Put it in my pussy now."

Max lifted up and looked down at her child cunt. She had full, rounded outer pussy lips that did not pucker-they were just smooth, hairless olive colored skin. Her swollen clit just peeked out from between them.

"Jesus honey, you and your daddy actually fuck?"

"Yeah, every Thursday-and sometimes when Mommy's not around."

Max rubbed his dickhead along her slit and positioned it at the opening. Then he used his thumbs to spread her lips-the inner folds pulled apart, they were glistening with Marina's pussy juice and Max's spit. He pushed with his hips, rocking back and forth and, with each forward push, his cock worked into the gradeschooler's vagina. Soon, half his cock was inside the girl and he moved his hands, putting them on the bed on each side of the girl. Then he started a regular humping.

"Oh yeah," Marina breathed, "this is nice."

She raised her legs up into the air so they swayed with Max's thrust. She grasped Max's arms just above the elbow and looked wide eyed into Max's face.

Max looked from her face, smiling at him, down to her pussy where his cock was sliding in and out of the girl. Before, with little girls this age, he'd never really been able to fuck them, just sort of push his dickhead into their lips and maybe barely penetrate their vaginas with the end, but Marina's cunt was taking his cockhead and an inch or two of his shaft. Even his younger daughter had been nine and a half, almost ten, before he could really fuck her, but this eight year old's pussy was fully taking more of his manhood than any girl under age thirteen had ever.

Marina had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip, her face showing the building tension of a growing orgasm. Max was also building as he pushed and rocked the child below him on the bed. But, it was building too fast-he wanted to fuck this baby girl for a long time, not just pump her full of his sperm.

"Oh fuck child," he moaned. "Come here."

He lifted her like a rag doll as he rolled back onto his ass. He was amazed at how light she was, she only weighed around 55 pounds and some of that was being supported by his dick. He lay back and held the girl on top of him so she was straddling his hips with her knees on the carpet. He had his hands around her ribs and was holding her up. He started doing gentle bench presses, lifting her up and down on his cock.

"Oh, this is nice," Marina giggled as she put her hands on his chest and rocked with him.

Max bent his knees up behind the girl and pushed her back against his thighs, straightening her up so he could clearly watch his cock sliding in and out of her hairless pussy. He had to move his hands down to her sides, under her ribs to keep lifting and dropping her. Marina reached behind herself, squeezing the outside of his thighs with her hands to hold on and push and lower herself.

"Christ child, you are so awesome," Max groaned as he fought a losing battle for control.

Marina smiled down but then her eyes lost focus and she look up, closing them as she shuddered. Then she leaned forward against him, her hands between their chests, her head turned and tucked under his chin, and started raising and lowering her ass, driving his cock in and out of herself. Max's hands naturally ended up cupping the eight year old's ass as she rocked and then jammed herself back on him.

Just as she shook and grunted, Max's dick erupted, spewing sperm into the preteen's womb and overflowing her cunt to run down between her pussy and his dick hair.

Max jammed deep inside the girl several times, pumping more goo with each thrust as he pushed his head back into the soft carpet and grunted with each shove.

After five or six times, he began to relax, as did the girl, and they melted into a heap of spent bodies, clinging together in a breathless, sweaty heap on the floor. Marina could feel Max's pulse pounding in his cock and hear it in his chest. Max was amazed that his ageing heart could take the strain as it thumped loudly in his throat. Both their breathing slowed as they lay still for almost three minutes before Marina took a deep breath and lifted up.

She giggled and then tried to suck a drip of spit that ran out of her mouth and down her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand and then, giggling again, leaned down and kissed Max-just a peck on the lips.

"Was that nice?" she asked.

"Oh Jesus yeah." Max still hadn't completely caught his breath.

Marina wiggled her hips from side to side, moving his still firm cock inside her. "Mmmm, that feels nice," she said. "Daddy's is too big to really get inside me like that."

Max put his hands on her hips, holding her and keeping his cock inside the child for just a little longer. "Yeah, that's awesome," he said.

Marina lay back down on him and took another deep breath. Then the A/C cycled on and a draft of cool air blew over her sweaty back. She stayed for another half minute, then lifted up again.

"I want to get some cake," she said. Then she climbed up and Max's soft dick slid out of her.

Max, still laying on the floor watched her ass as she walked around the bed-there was cum running down the inside of her thighs.

She came back into view and started putting her swim suit back on-first the bottoms, then the top. Again she smiled, then turned and went out the door without saying a word.

Max stared at the ceiling for a few moments, then snickered to himself and sat up. Three minutes later he rejoined the party.

Emanuel saw his daughter coming out of the house. Her hair was a mess and there was added color to her cheeks. She went over to the desert table and picked up a piece of cake that had been served onto a small paper plate. Then she leaned down and took a can of coke out of a chest, then carried them over to her father. He noticed a wet stain on her bathing suit in her crotch and shiny wetness between her legs.

"Daddy, can you open this for me?" she asked.

"Sure honey," he said, taking the can.

She broke a piece of cake and frosting off and put it in her mouth as he pulled the tab back on the can.

"You OK fucking Max," he whispered as he leaned down to her ear.

"Yeah, he was nice," she said. She had white frosting smeared on her lips and a couple of crumbs of cake were sticking to her chin.

He held out the can and she turned and put the plate down, then took a drink from the can.

"You need to dive in the pool and rinse off dear," he said in a low voice.

Marina looked down at her crotch, then back up and giggled. She handed her dad the can and ran to the pool and dove in.

Manny was standing, watching his daughter playing in the pool and drinking her coke when Max appeared next to him.

"Enjoying the party?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's great Max." He turned to his boss.

Max smiled. "Come by my office on Monday. I have some ideas of about some areas we might find new accounts," he said.

END

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