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 At the back corner of my property stood an old garden shed.  It was fairly
roomy for a garden shed - about 16 feet by 12 feet - and well-maintained.
When I bought the property, I wasn't quite sure what to do with the shed,
and even considered tearing it down.  But it had been built well back in
the day, and the previous owner had taken care of it over the years.  The
cedar shake roof was only a few years old, and it sat on a cement pad that
raised it a few inches above ground level, protecting it from moisture and
rot.

   Since the house included an oversized three car detached garage, I
didn't bother moving anything into the shed, and sort of forgot about it
for the first few days in my new home.  A lawn service that I more or less
inherited from the previous owner kept up with the mowing and trimming, and
would also change out the flower beds seasonally.  Living in suburbia meant
lots of well-kept gardens.  I definitely didn't want to attract attention
by having the worst yard in the neighborhood.  But with just over four and
a half acres, it was a whole lot easier to let the experts deal with the
lawns and gardens rather than try to tackle them myself.

   The second week in my new home found me sitting out on the screened in
deck as twilight turned slowly into night.  As I sipped my Jack Daniels, to
my delight a doe and fawn appeared in the semi-darkness, browsing warily
along the tall hedge that defined the back property line.  I watched them
for nearly a half hour, till something startled them and they bounded away,
disappearing through an opening in the hedge that was all but invisible to
me in the growing darkness.  The next evening, I waited for the deer to
return, but they failed to show.  Instead, my patient watching was rewarded
by a red fox skulking across the lawn and pouncing on what I assume was a
mouse scurrying through the grass.  After the fox disappeared, a pair of
rabbits came out through the shrubbery on the east side of my property and
grazed on the clover growing among the grass for several minutes.

   Watching the wildlife roaming through the lawn and gardens at the back
of my home was a lot of fun.  I couldn't help wondering what other critters
were visiting when I wasn't there to see them.  The more I thought about
it, the more curious I became.  So the next day I headed to a big box
hunting, fishing, and outdoor sports retailer in the next suburb over.  I
bought two motion activated "trail cameras", the kind that hunters use to
keep track of game on the land where they hunt.  Next I stopped at a big
box electronics store and picked up the largest memory cards available,
along with plenty of extra batteries.

   Back home, I mounted one camera on the outside of the screened deck, and
took the other back to the garden shed, planning to hang it on the outside
wall facing the house.  I figured between the two cameras, I'd capture
images of every animal that showed up in my back yard.  I expected to find
a handy nail or screw protruding from the outside wall.  However, I
couldn't find one that would work for me.  Either they were too low or too
small to trust with with the weight of the camera.  I looked on the
workbench just inside the door for something to hang it with, but in the
gathering dusk, i couldn't find anything that I could use.  So I left the
camera on the workbench to be mounted the next morning.

   The next ay, after breakfast, I retrieved the memory card from the
camera on the outside of the deck.  The indicator on the camera showed that
fourteen video clips had been capture.  I slipped the memory card into the
slot on my TV to see whether I'd captured anything interesting.  Sure
enough, the doe and fawn had been back, and also three raccoons, a few
rabbits, and, most interesting so far, a bobcat!  I was pretty excited, at
this point.  But the next clip really surprised me.  It showed five little
kids slipping through the same opening in that the deer came through!  The
night vision feature had recorded them in shades of green, and since they
were at the very back of the property, I wasn't sure I would be able to
recognize these little trespassers if I saw them around the neighborhood.
They moved confidently and quickly along the back hedge to the garden shed,
and silently went inside.  Just what the hell were they up to?, I wondered.
The time stamp on the clip indicated that they had entered my yard at just
after midnight.  The next clip was time stamped 2:12 a.m., and showed them
walking slowly back to the hidden path through the hedge and disappearing
from view.

   Suddenly I remembered the trail camera that I'd left on the workbench in
the garden shed.  Had I left it on or turned it off?  I hurried out the
backdoor and retrieved it.  The indicator showed just one video clip
captured, but it was over two hours long.  Back in the house, I started the
replay.  It clearly showed the kids entering the shed.  What they did next
just about blew me away!  Two of them went to the wall of the shed opposite
the workbench, and pulled down a platform that had been folded up against
the wall.  I didn't even know it was there.  On the platform was a pad
about three inches thick.  The tallest of the five, a boy about ten from
the looks of him, pulled down a shade covering the only window in the shed.
It was facing the house.  He then pulled thick, black curtains over the
window.  After totally blacking out the window, a little girl, about eight
or nine years old, I judged, retrieved an electric lantern from behind some
boxes in the back corner, and switched it on.  The scene immediately went
from shades of night vision green to full color.

   As soon as the light came on, all five - three little girls and two
little boys - started stripping and tossing their clothes on the workbench.
The youngest girl looked to be about five.  She had short blonde hair and
was a little chubby - just enough baby fat to make her look cuddly.  As she
unknowingly faced the camera, her coral pink nipples looked delicious, with
areoles about the size of a nickel and little nipples at the center of
each, hardening either in excitement or the cool air.  Her pussy lips were
nicely plump, as well, puffy little cushions either side of a little slit
that appeared to be wet already.  One of the little boys, a dark haired lad
about nine years old I guessed, spoke to her and motioned toward the
platform (aka, bed).  She quickly got into the bed and rolled onto her
back. He swung up over her, in the classic sixty-nine position.  The little
cherub took hold of his little uncut dick, which was already stiff and
about three inches long.

   As I watched transfixed, she wrapped her little fingers around the
stiff, slender cock, and skinned back the foreskin to reveal a bright pink
head.  she guided his dick to her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick it
all around the head, moistening it with her spit.  Meanwhile, he lowered
his head between her legs, which she raised straight up in the air, giving
him access to both her cunt and her ass.  From the only camera angle
offered, I could see his tongue extended and sliding down through her slit,
parting her fat little cunt lips, and continuing on to her little asshole.
My cock was now rock hard, as I watch these obviously experienced little
fuckers going at it.  I pulled it out of my shorts, and began to beat off
as the little boy stuck his stiff tongue up the ass of the little blonde
five year old.  The other kids were watching, as well, but as soon as the
action on the bed got going, the other two girls both sat down on the end
of the bed.  The oldest boy stepped up close to them and the girl that I
took to be about eight leaned forward and took his stiff little four inch
dick in her mouth.  The other girl got off the bed and knelt behind him. 
He shifted his feet to spread his legs apart, and she dove in under him and
began sucking and licking his balls.  She was another blonde little angel,
about seven years old, I guessed, with a perfectly flat chest and a
hairless pussy.  She slid one hand down and started playing with her clit
as she changed position slightly to shove her tongue up his ass.

   That did it for me, and I started shooting cum on the floor as I watched
the ten year old lad unload in the little girl's mouth.  The greedy little
cocksucker swallowed every drop, and then managed to take his whole dick
down her throat.  The little ten year old grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her face tight against his hairless groin as he jerked in the throes
of orgasm.  I was imagining that little cocksucker swallowing my load as I
squirted it on the floor.  And I was cussing myself out for not installing
better cameras with a sound capture system, as well.  Upgrading my
surveillance system was definitely at the top of my to do list!

   The blonde seven year old moved around the temporarily sated ten year
old and sat back down on the edge of the bed, next to the little cocksucker
that had just finished the blowjob.  I must say, the oldest boy was a true
gentleman.  He retrieved a gardener's kneeling pad from a shelf beside the
bed and knelt in front of the two little girls, now sitting with their
slender thighs wide apart, and started expertly eating pussy.  He moved
from one to the other and back again, like a honey bee feeding on nectar. I
could see the little girls tensing up and then exploding in orgasms as he
worked on their little bare cunts.  As soon as one would cum, he switched
to the other, and continued back and forth for about a half-hour of tongue
fucking the two eager little sluts.

   Finally, he was ready for more from them, and stood up motioning to them
to change positions.  They both turned around and got on their hands and
knees, with their cute little asses in the air pointed toward their little
stud.  He moved up behind the eight year old girl.  She was a gorgeous
brunette, with the beginnings of a nice round ass, and slim limbs.  Though
his position put his back to the camera, there was no doubt that he had
slid his dick up her cunt and was fucking her vigorously.  After a couple
of minutes, he pulled out and stepped up behind the blonde seven year old,
and began fucking her.  Meanwhile, the little brunette had a hand between
her leg and was finger fucking her wet cunt while swirling her hand around
on her little clit.  She matched the rhythem of the two little kids
coupling beside her.  After a couple of minutes of fucking the little
blonde, he switched back to the brunette while the blonde slut worked on
her own cunt with her hand and fingers.

   The other couple - the five year old cherub and her nine year old lover
- were now fucking with the little girl astride the dark haired boy's three
inch dick, rocking back and forth as she rubbed her baby clit against his
hairless pubes.  Her head was thrown back and every few minutes she spasmed
and trembled in what could only be an orgasmic frenzy.  The little boy she
was fucking occassionally bucked his hips up to shove his cock farther up
her cunt, invariable triggering another orgasm.

   I was sexually aroused beyond measure watching the horny little quintet
fucking their hearts out on the pull down bed in my garden shed.  I was
amazed that kids so young could cum at all, let alone so many times in one
session.  For the remainder of the two hour fuck session, I watched
entranced by the tender little bodies engaged in an orgy of fucking,
sucking, and licking.  The wheels were churning in my mind as I began to
consider how to insert myself into their sex circle.  A few more At least a
few more days of surveillance were definitely called for, and it would also
be a good idea to find out who they were and where they came from before i
invited myself to join them.  But it was damn certain that join them I
would!

   It had been almost two years since the last time I fucked a pre-teen
pussy.  At just forty-eight years old, I had the luxury of possessing all
of the money that I would ever need and then some.  After serving twelve
years in the military, I had used the contacts I had made to find freelance
"security and investitgation" gigs.  The services that I provided were
always in a legal gray area, and my clients paid me very well for taking
the risks that they neither understood or could afford to take on their
own. Given my talents, and my lifelong interest in fucking little girls,
finding new consensual partners had never been a problem.  I had popped
more cherries than a whole pack of Mormon elders, and I never turned down
"used goods" of the proper attraction, either.  And the three little girls
in the video clip were most definitely attractive.  (to be continued)