Hot Summer Job/You are here and you are horny, just go ahead and fuck the 9 year old
Eager to “demonstrate” the next step, you are practically salivating as you watch your little sister struggle to lube up her dick. In reality Kylie is doing most of the work. Bree is staring down at Kylie's hands as they run up and down the length of the newly acquired penis. The expression on your sister's face flips between giddy and silly to intense pleasure. Giggles turn into moans which turns into mild hysterics. Between the vibrator and the alcohol that is inside her she's having a hard time doing just about anything.
"Bree? You ready?"
"Lookit! It's... nnnghah... aaaah... izso BIG!"
Larissa giggles again, laughing at your sister.
"Yes. Your dick is huge. Do you want to use it?"
Bree suddenly closes her eyes and holds her breath for a few seconds, all of her focus redirected inwards. You're not even sure if she heard you. Soon her eyes slowly open and she nods in response drawing in ragged breaths.
"Mmmmkay... yea... yea..."
Kylie lies back in preparation, spreading her legs a little wider and poking at her crotch with lubed fingers.
"Okay. All you have to do is take your dick and move it to... are you watching?"
Bree's eyes have already closed again. Her body is rocking slightly, her hands hovering above the dildo pointed away from her. It seems like the powerful little vibe in her strap-on might be more than she can handle.
You let out a frustrated groan, but in everyone's drunkenness it seems like you are the only one aware the sound even escaped your throat. “Ok, pay attention Bree,” You call out in a strong voice, but it is really just a pretext at this point. You are perfectly aware by now that she is off in another world and can't hear a word you are saying. “Next, you got to find the vagina with your dick,” you say as you take hold of your cock and push it down against the soft virgin labia of the deliriously giddy little girl you have under you.
“I hink Bree's oing to shurleeeep....” Larissa comments, apparently oblivious to the intruder that is pushing against her juvenile sex. “It's just, uhh..” she babbles and then twitches her arms and head up into the air for a second before sprawling herself out onto the mattress.
“All right, I'm putting it in,” you warn her. The only response you get is for her to stick her tongue out the side of her mouth as she rolls her head to the side in her pretend sleep. For a second she rolls her head back towards you without opening her eyes and sticks her tongue.
“Come on, do what Riley is doing,” you hear Kylie instruct your zonked out sister as she tries to maneuver the overwhelmed fourth grader by her shoulders and hips.
“AhhHHh!”
Bree moans in delirious ecstasy when the older girl grabs and tries to line up the large dildo. You smile over your shoulder, glancing at the amazing scene next to you with Kylie trying to pull your sister into her. It seems things are moving along despite your lack of involvement. That just means you can focus on your own enjoyment. You begin pushing your hips forward and parting the soft hairless sex of the bare ass 9 year old drunk girl splayed out in front of you.
At first you meet resistance. A seemingly impenetrable wall of muscle tightly constricting around her tiny entrance prevents your advancement. With a little continued pressure though, you start to shove through the tight ring of muscle and it seems to suddenly give way once about a quarter of your head forces its way in and in a shot you launch forward and feel a ripping sensation a little bit farther inside her. The sensation sends chills up your spine and a cold thrill washes over your brain as you realize that little Larissa is no longer a virgin.
Rissa lets out a loud gasp and her eyes fly wide open. “Oow!” She yells.
“What? What happened?” Kylie responds to her sister's pained expression as she looks up from her attempts to guide your little sister's “penis” into her own sex.
“What arr you DOing?” Larissa demands in a whining but surprisingly clear (considering her state of inebriation) voice that tells you she is expressing her pain more than seeking an answer.
“Nothing,” you respond in answer to Kylie. “I just broke her cherry. It always hurts a bit the first time.”