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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Jo_Harvelle/John_Winchester
  Character:
      Jo_Harvelle, Ellen_Harvelle, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Fingerfucking, Loss_of
      Virginity, Oral_Sex, Cunnilingus, First_Time, Pedophilia, Days_of_the
      Week_Panties
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-16 Words: 2108
****** Friday I'm In Love ******
by preyforme
Summary
     Joanna loves when John drops by The Roadhouse, she celebrated her
     tenth birthday and she shows him one of her presents - day of the
     week panties. But she shows them when they're on her tiny body. John
     can't help himself, he ends up luring her out to his Impala where he
     can get a closer look at what those panties are covering up.
     Written for a prompt at spn-kink, "I just want a young Jo bashfully
     lifting up the skirt on her dress to show John her little pussy and
     John licking and sucking it.
     Jo no older than 12, other kinks are welcome!"
     **EXTREME UNDERAGE SEX** PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!
Notes
     If you got this far, you should already know what you're in for...
     This story contains sexual activities between a ten year old and a
     grown man. There is only oral sex and digital penetration - no actual
     sex. The activity gets to a point where it is hard dubcon bordering
     on noncon. So, to sum it all up for you: IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ
     ABOUT SEX BETWEEN A CHILD AND AN ADULT PLEASE LEAVE.
With Ellen’s husband gone she had to run The Roadhouse and take care of their
daughter all by herself. Of course the other hunters would come by and check in
on her, see how they were doing. She and Jo always had just enough to get by –
but never more. Ellen was at The Roadhouse day in and day out, it got to be
little Joanna’s home away from home. When she got out of school she went to the
bar and did her homework at one of the beat up tables while her mom flirted
with truckers and poured drinks.
The thing about a bar like The Roadhouse was that it drew in all kinds of
people; there were hunters, truckers, vagrants, bikers. Jo grew up around men
carrying guns and on the run from the law. They were the only family she knew.
John didn’t come by too often, Ellen had realized what happened with her
husband wasn’t his fault but still – things were tense. But he did stop in a
few times a year to check up on them, to make sure they were doing okay. Joanna
loved when he came by because sometimes he would bring his boys with and she’d
have someone her own age to play with. She wished that John and her mama would
get married so Sam and Dean could be her brothers. And John could be her daddy.
So when John came into The Roadhouse Joanna ran straight over to him and threw
her arms around his waist. At ten years old she barely came up midway up his
chest. He smiled down at her before bending over to pick her up, he groaned
playfully, “Joanna Beth! I thought I told you to stop growing!”
Joanna erupted in giggles, “I tried but nothin’ worked. Mama says I’m sproutin’
up like a weed!”
John just laughed along with her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before putting
her back down so he could make his way over to her mother. “Ellen.” He nodded
towards the woman not at all surprised by how the time had aged her. It was a
tough life; just knowing about the things that go bump in the night would age
you.
“John.” She slid a bottle of beer towards him and turned back to another
customer, obviously not looking to make small talk with John. Which was fine by
him.
He made his way to the darkest corner of the bar, sitting with his back to the
wall, watching for trouble. Usually trouble knew to steer clear of The
Roadhouse but John was always on his toes just in cases. He was half way
through his bottle when Jo slid in the booth across from him. He always made
her smile, she was sweet as sugar and her blonde hair reminded him of the
daughter he and Mary always talked about having.
Before he could speak she pouted up at him adorably, “You missed my birthday! I
turned ten and Mama had a party and lots of people came but not you or Sam or
Dean.”
John smiled around the lip of the bottle, “I’m sorry I missed it angel. I bet
you were the prettiest birthday girl ever. What did you get?”
Jo grinned and bounced a little in her seat, “I got a game and some coloring
books and a doll and,” she started giggling as if she were telling a secret, “I
got panties with the days of the week on them! Today my undies say Friday!”
John wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it, but before we could even think
about the words, they were leaving his mouth, “Can I see them?”
Joanna’s head cocked to the side as she looked at John with confusion on her
face, “Mama says I gotta sit like a lady so no one can see my undies.”
“But we’re friends.” He encouraged her, “It’s okay to show your friend your
panties.”
Jo mulled over the words but ultimately she trusted John so slowly she slid the
hem of her dress up. John knew no one else could see what they were up to in
the dark corner so he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was leering at
her pale white thighs as they came into view.
The little girl sank down in the booth and lifted her pelvis up so John could
see her pelvic mound where the word “Friday” was written in pink glitter.
John licked his lips.
He could see the crack between her chubby thighs where her pussy lips split and
he needed to touch but he knew he had to play his cards right. “You know what
would make us best friends?” he asked her in a low voice.
“What?” she sat back down on the bench, skirt pooled around her hips, the
little blonde was completely unaware that her tiny pussy was still on display.
“If you pull your panties to the side so I can see your kitty.” He said with a
grin, trying to show her that what they were talking about was no big deal.
John could see the indecision on her face but when he added, “Bestest best
friends.” She was sold. She reached down and pulled her undies to the side so
John could see her baby soft skin in the dark lights of the dank bar.
John liked blondes. He liked young blondes.
But at ten years old little Joanna Beth Harvelle had the prettiest pussy he’d
ever seen. He knew if he could get her to relax, he could show her things that
would make her tiny body shake with excitement. He smiled warmly at her and
promised her that if she came out to his car with her, he would do just that.
Jo’s mama never paid much attention to her anyway so she took John’s hand and
followed him out to the parking lot. He parked in the far corner, not wanting
to get a scratch on his gorgeous Impala and he was grateful that he had. He
opened the backseat and told her to crawl inside and lay down, which is how he
ended up sliding her panties down her narrow hips, shoving them in his pocket
for safe keeping.
He slid her skirt up and let his eyes drink in the sight of her pretty pink
pussy, never before touched by anyone but herself and her parents. She was
completely pure and at his will.
John’s hands ran up and down the inside of her thighs, trying to take his time
with her, wanting to make sure she enjoyed it just as much as he did. He
repeated the motion a few times until she was relaxed and when he felt all the
tension leave her body he brushed the pads of his thumbs over her pussy lips.
He had never felt anything so soft in his life.
Mary always kept her public hair trimmed and most of the girls he’d been with
since either waxed or shaved. But nothing compared to a naturally hairless
pussy. He coaxed her legs apart and it was like watching a flower bloom. He
watched her tiny folds open up, and hooked a thumb into each lip to gently open
it further. He saw her tiny clit and it was as if he could almost taste it in
his mouth.
“John?” she asked meekly, “Mama said no one’s ‘posed to touch my private spot.”
Instead of responding he massaged his thumb against the tiny bud of her clit.
She immediately whimpered and her legs tried to close but John’s hand was too
wide for her to close around it. “Calm down honey, that should feel good.” He
reassured her, once again pushing her legs apart, this time not as gently.
She started to get up but John put a big, meaty hand on each one of her thighs
and pushed her back down against the seat of his beloved Impala, “Just a minute
Jo, I wanna try one more thing and if you don’t like it, we can go back inside.
Okay?”
John could see the panic in her face but that only made him want her more. She
just bit her lower lip and nodded and he swore he’d never seen anything so
gorgeous.
Before she could try to take off again or yell for help John dove into her
pussy mouth first. He ran his tongue up along her clit, making sure to brush
his facial hair against the sensitive area.
Jo moaned immediately followed up an incredulous, “What was that?
Jeff chuckled, flicking his tongue against her clit before looking up at her,
“That’s you on your way to becomin’ a woman darlin’. Big girl’s love havin’
their pussy eaten.” He leaned back in and made noises like an animal eating
just to make her giggle, which was a strange combination, the sweetest pussy on
his tongue and the laughter of a little girl echoing around him.
His tongue crept along her folds and pushed against her tiny entrance but it
was far too small for a grown man’s tongue. Instead he peeled her lips apart
and sucked at the tiny blonde’s sensitive clit. She tasted like a peach and
bucked up against his face like she was riding a rollercoaster.
He held her tiny hips in his hand and pulled her slight body up to his mouth,
if anyone passed by they’d think he was consuming her pussy first. He just
wanted to push his face as deep into her pussy as it would go. He wanted to
taste her first pussy juices as they dripped down her unused cunt. Finally when
she was excited enough that she started lubricating herself Jeff licked his
pinky finger and eased it into her virginal canal slowly. He didn’t want to
hurt her, he wanted to enjoy the game they were playing.
The way she was flopping around like a fish out of water, it seemed like she
was enjoying herself very much.
John continued to work his finger in and out of her pussy, moving from his
pinky to his middle finger. She yelped softly but he doubled his efforts on her
tiny twat and she stopped protesting immediately. He had half a finger inside
of her as he pulled away from her pussy, he knew she was close to her first
orgasm and he wanted to prepare her. “Honey, you’re going to feel a little
pinch, then the best feeling in the whole entire world, okay?”
She just kept biting her lip and pushing her tiny heels into the seat to get
John to put his mouth back on her special no-no spot. He didn’t need to be told
twice, he zealously ate out her tiny, ten year old cunt and just as he came he
shoved his finger deep into her pussy, breaking her hymen in the process.
Jo just twitched around, the sensations too much for her underdeveloped body to
handle. “What did you…” Jo tried to speak but she couldn’t catch her breath.
“You’re a woman now Joanna.” He said with a smile, slowly pulling his finger
out, dizzy at the sight of blood on the tip. She would remember him for the
rest of her life, he might not have fucked her, but he took her virginity.
It was only then that he realized he hadn’t touched himself the entire time
they’d been outside, he was so concerned about her that he completely ignored
the aching erection in his pants.
He pulled her panties from his pocket and wiped his bloody finger on them
before using them to clean the saliva, blood and faint traces of pussy juice
from her body. “I’m going to keep these so I can remember you, okay?” she
pouted, her blue eyes as wide and deep as the Mississippi.
“Those are my Friday undies.”
John grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to her pelvic mound, “I’ll tell you
what, next time I come visit I’ll bring you big girl panties, okay? With lots
of lace and ribbon.”
Jo’s smile was wide as she leapt up and hugged John, “Yes! Pink and purple and
blue too?”
He nodded, “Whatever you want honey. You just can’t tell your mommy about all
our kisses, okay?”
Joanna smiled widely, “Deal!”
She ran back inside and John quickly pulled his dick out of his pants, jerking
off with his face pressed into the panties, he came in the dirt lot and decided
that next time, he’d be coming inside Jo.
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