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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1515;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs36 August Moone\par
Book 8\par
Chapter Forty\par
Cum Stains for Everyone!\par
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Girl Scout Cumboree continued\par
Fawn Figby continued\par
\tab He had touched her inner soul\emdash plus a lot more.  But that was ok, Fawn had touched HIM, too!  And how!  After their stint on the sofa they moved to the bedroom where even more father-daughter hanky-panky took place.  And how!\par
\tab On the sofa and did young Fawn receive her Daddy\rquote s schlong.  Not all of it\emdash not all at once.  The head made penetration and then a bit of shaft.  Daddy Rick\rquote s hands cupped nicely her ass and he was somewhat taken that he was able to make as much penetration as he was doing.\par
\tab The presence of her Daddy\rquote s dick into her sex was more\emdash much more\emdash than Jeffery\rquote s dick had been.  She was well enough broken-in, though, but still\emdash\par
\tab On the sofa they loved; on Rick\rquote s bed they cemented their love with a gracious quantity of liquid love\emdash the sticky icky kind.  Daddy Rick was somewhat amazed at his ability to make full vaginal penetration; he was gentle and totally overwhelmed\emdash and just a little excited!\par
\tab They made love and it was good.\par
\tab They made love and it was fantastic!\par
\tab They made love and it was more than either of them could imagine.\par
\tab They made love and it was a certainty that Daddy Rick didn\rquote t want to move away from his young daughter who was apparently willingly giving it up.  His cock surged in her young pussy and was invigorated in more ways than ever before his cock had dwelled in pussy.  Maybe because it was a young pussy; maybe it was because the young pussy was his daughter\rquote s?  Maybe because it was illicit, illegal, and immoral?  Or a nice combo of all the above.\par
\tab We\rquote ll go with that.\par
\tab After the first fuck and Rick was more than exhausted.  But it wasn\rquote t so much from having sex\emdash it was having illicit-immoral-illegal sex with his daughter\emdash his young daughter.  He trembled.  He shook and shuddered and trembled during and after penetrating Fawn.  Upon pull-out there was serious energy loss but overshadowed by incredible lustful love to his child.\par
\page\tab They showered together with Fawn enamored with her Daddy\rquote s dick.\par
\tab Rick was a little enamored, too\emdash including his dick.  His cock had lessoned in stiffness but was still \ldblquote thick\rdblquote .  It didn\rquote t necessarily \ldblquote tingle\rdblquote  as much as it ached.  Fawn lovingly fondled the daddy-dong, stroked it and sucked on it.\par
\tab In no way was Rick going to move away from that!\par
\tab And he didn\rquote t.\par
\tab Fawn had been successful in keeping her Daddy home.\par
\tab There was, however, one more incident\emdash\par
\tab And here it is\emdash\par
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\tab And so it came to pass that dear Daddy Rick did stay; there was the divorce but that was ok; Rick maintained his downtown apartment and Fawn maintained his cock!  It seemed as though their relationship could not falter.  Daddy Rick thoroughly enjoyed his daughter Fawn\emdash and how!  Fawn still let Jeffery get into her but mostly she was into letting her Daddy get into her.\par
\tab One day, Fawn arrived at her Daddy\rquote s downtown apartment to find that her Daddy had a friend over.  Friday and Saturday nights were supposed to be private\emdash supposed to be THEIR nights together.  Alone.  She was a little miffed but those things happen.\par
\tab However\emdash\par
\tab After introductions,\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, sweetie, precious, honey, my friend is like me,\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn stared at her Daddy\emdash very seldom did he call her the pet names, and when he did it was a big deal about to happen.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, well, it\rquote s like this, see, he\rquote s like me\emdash he likes you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn didn\rquote t get it.  She shrugged, \ldblquote Ok, I like him, too.\rdblquote\par
\tab The \ldblquote friend\rdblquote  was out in the living room while Daddy spoke hesitantly to his child in her room.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, he really likes you\emdash like I like you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn still didn\rquote t get it.\par
\tab Rick realized he was getting no where.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, he wants to be with you like I do.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn was beginning to get it\emdash sorta.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sex, honey, he wants to have sex with you like I do.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn lost all color, her breath was taken, her mouth hung open and she was in shock.  \lquote no fucking way!\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Together.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote He, and I, we\emdash we want to do you at the same time.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab At first and Fawn was in no way going to let some other hump her; but, Daddy Rick begged.  \ldblquote Please, pumpkin?\rdblquote  the friend was a good friend, a horny friend who found Fawn very nice and had strong desires to have sex with her.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll give you an allowance.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m already getting an allowance from Mom.\rdblquote  declared the girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, I know, but this one will be from me.\rdblquote  $20 a week.\par
\tab\ldblquote Plus a bike,\rdblquote  said Fawn, \ldblquote and a helmet.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And a special video gift for Jeffery.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And a trip (with Jeffery) to amusement park.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote A trip to the beach, too.\rdblquote\par
\tab Done.\par
\tab It still bothered Fawn a little\emdash just a little but the perks were worth it.\par
\tab Sort of.\par
\tab In the living room, friend Marshall waited nervously and patiently.  Rick and Fawn came out and there was a head-nod confirmation from Rick.  Marshall managed a meager smile and looked to Marshall offering her own meager smile.  Daddy Rick guided daughter Fawn to the sofa; there he sat down with Fawn at his knee.  \par
\tab Marshall sat on the opposite side seemingly a little embarrassed.\par
\tab Rick began caressing his standing daughter\rquote s ass, her legs, backside, then mouthed to her \ldblquote take \lquote em down.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fawn was a little hesitant but unfastened her powder blue jeans.\par
\tab Down came the jeans slowly revealing yellow panties with blue daises.  Marshall\rquote s eyes were glued to the girl with a serious \ldblquote want.\rdblquote   He wasn\rquote t a bad man\emdash er, bad looking; six foot, average weight, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, nice smile and a lot of hair.  He spoke well and wore a college class ring\emdash no other rings but a single earring in one ear.\par
\tab Daddy Rick guided Fawn (with her pants down) around his knees to the other side of him whereas her backside (and ass) were up closer and personal to Marshall.  Then she was pulled down across her Daddy\rquote s lap.  Rick began smoothing his hand about his child\rquote s ass, patting it all over and increasing Fawn\rquote s embarrassment.\par
\tab There was movement going on\emdash Fawn could hear but was facing the opposite direction and couldn\rquote t see.  Also, Daddy Rick began moving but kept Fawn across his lap.  Fawn wriggled and had to raise herself up a bit as Daddy Rick had undone his pants and worked them down along with his underwear.  Just looking over her shoulder thru her hair she saw Marshall with HIS pants down and sitting back at an angle masturbating!\par
\tab The fullness of what was in store for her became apparent.\par
\page\tab More ass patting then Fawn\rquote s panties were pulled down her legs to her bunched up pants.  Sex with Jeffery was one thing, sex with her Daddy was one thing\emdash but sex with Marshall?  It was a little too late to back out now, though.  She concentrated on the bump in allowance and other perks.\par
\tab Daddy Rick concentrated on caressing his daughter\rquote s ass\'85\par
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a little soiling for everyone\par
\tab Marshall Fenton was a good friend, a new friend, Rick Figby liked.  They had met firstly at a church with Rick making the observation that Marshall was a potential pervert.  He was right of course.  The man was tall, dark hair, and had a small bevy of children.  Rick\rquote s daughter, Fawn, knew of the Fenton children, Trish, Nellie, Molly, and Henry.  There were many children of various ages at the church in the downtown city area.  Rick\rquote s daughter knew of them and Ricky wanted to know of them\'85\par
\tab Having one of those illegal to posses electronic mind altering devices could make \ldblquote knowing of them\rdblquote  a done deal.  Rick, though, was nervous and afraid to make use of the illegal minding device he had.  When the mind altering device first came into his possession he naturally thought of using it against his daughter\rquote s mind; however, little did he know the girl was naughty all on her own.\par
\tab He knew she wasn\rquote t so much into having Marshall join in on their private pleasure time\emdash but it was one more way to ensure that new friend Marshall was on the up and up.  Of course, Rick really was already in the know that Marshall was just as perverted as he himself was\emdash after a few times of observing Marshall at church and Rick was pretty certain of his fellow church goer.  A little preliminary test was in order, though;\par
\tab Marshall Fenton had three girls and one boy.  The boy was the youngest at a mere six years young.  Trisha was the oldest girl at thirteen; then Nellie at ten and Molly at a lovely eight.  Molly had light brown hair, Nellie\rquote s hair was a shiny honey blond while Trisha had long luxurious strawberry blond.  She was tall, a little taller than most girls in her age group; a nice set of beginning teenage breasts; and a shapely body of which her ass was a nice asset.\tab\par
\tab It was the observation of Trisha\rquote s ass from Daddy Marshall that caught Rick\rquote s attention.  Rick wasn\rquote t so sure if the man was merely \ldblquote checking\rdblquote  his daughter\rquote s ass, staring, captivated, or merely \ldblquote lost in thought\rdblquote  with his eyes happening to be locked on his child\rquote s butt.\par
\page\tab More observation was needed\emdash just to make sure.\par
\tab Marshall not only \ldblquote checked\rdblquote  his daughter\rquote s butt but the butts of several other girls her age and thereabouts.  One particular observation had Marshall \ldblquote checking\rdblquote  daughter Trisha as she was clad in semi tight jeans; when she stooped down to pick up some spilled papers\emdash that area behind where the pants open up to reveal a casting glance by chance\emdash Rick was pretty certain.  Marshall seemed to have \ldblquote wood\rdblquote ; was embarrassed, nervous, and had a serious \ldblquote want\rdblquote  in his eyes and actions.\par
\tab Further observations revealed Marshall as a potential in-the-closet pervert.  Rick decided to find out.\par
\tab The two already knew one another\emdash mostly thru Rick\rquote s daughter involved socially with Marshall\rquote s kids.  One Sunday morning,\par
\tab Marshall\rquote s daughters and son were all over the place during the intermission\emdash that period between First Service 8AM to 9AM and Sunday School for both children and adults, Trisha bent over to help a sibling with her dress.  Trish was not in a dress, her parents were not staunch advocates about how to dress for church.  Marshall himself did not always \ldblquote dress up\rdblquote  so it was ok if the children did not do so as well.\par
\tab Anyways,\par
\tab There she was, Trisha Elaine Fenton bending over straightening out the dress of rambunctious Nellie Jane\emdash and there was the opening of Trisha\rquote s pants at the back\emdash and there was her dear Daddy sneaking a peek down the crack.\par
\tab And there was wood.\par
\tab Marshall had wood, too.\par
\tab Trisha had a nice bod and Rick Figby more than once considered utilizing that little minding gimmick he had in his possession to sway her somewhere privately.  He betted that she was a virgin\emdash but wouldn\rquote t be surprised if she weren\rquote t.  An ache began deep within to have her for a few minutes privately\emdash the image of her Daddy right close masturbating while he (Rick) fucked the girl\rquote s brains out filled him.\par
\tab Marshall was seen to casually gouge the heel of his hand to his bone.\par
\tab After young Nellie made splitsville and scampered off to play before Sunday School session began, Marshall hugged Trisha.  They talked and were facing one another and there was Marshall\rquote s hands on his daughter\rquote s backside\emdash roaming-roaming-roaming.  And inching\emdash inching\emdash inching downwards to the girl\rquote s butt.\par
\tab He paused at the small of her back\emdash half an inch or so from the top of her pants.  Rick saw the man\rquote s face\emdash it was agony.  It was a deep-deep ache.  A want.  A want to have his child naked.\par
\page\tab Rick knew and understood the man\rquote s dilemma as he himself had had that same ache with his own child, Fawn.  It was not so long ago that Fawn was prancing about naked or in her panties\emdash and it thrilled Rick greatly.  Somehow he had managed NOT to molest the girl; he bathed her, wiped her, heard her rip some narly butt blasts, but had managed to sustain himself and keep his perverted desires at bay.\par
\tab As she got older, though\emdash the illicit desires began fester.  With the divorce from his wife, Plaintiff, and the pursuit of other opportunities (job wise) the unnatural want(s) were erupting.  \lquote do it\emdash do her\emdash do it now; do her now!\rquote  his pesky inner voice told him.\par
\tab But he knew that once he was away from his girl the demon within him would be curbed.\par
\tab Then there came the EMAD.\par
\tab And just when he was beginning to understand the Devil\rquote s Tool up and came his daughter being naughty on her own!  It was a pleasure he could never even imagine.  Their love though lustful very much cemented their relationship and made ten times all the better.\par
\tab Now there was Marshall.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello!\rdblquote  Rick said in greeting.\par
\tab The two men shook hands; it was evident that Rick had caught Marshall off his guard\emdash interrupting his personal thoughts.  \par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s nice.\rdblquote  smiled Rick indicating Trisha who was giddy and leaning up against her Daddy, swishing this way and that being silly.\par
\tab Marshall nodded; he was sweating and appearing to be quite nervous.\par
\tab Trisha quickly was absorbed by some other girls.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hmmm, they nice, too.\rdblquote  that comment was more pertinent driving home the thought touching a sexual note.  Marshall looked to the three girls with Trisha\emdash his eyes going up and down their lovely teen bodies and the \ldblquote want\rdblquote  was all about him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Something to be said bla-bla-bla--\rdblquote  Rick\rquote s words were lost to thought as Marshall seemed to be in agony and then two fellow members of the church interrupted in.\par
\tab Sunday School began and not wanting to waste a moment\emdash and being quite hard himself caught Marshall,\par
\tab\ldblquote You know, if we had a minding device these girls here could be in trouble!\rdblquote\par
\tab Marshall smiled\emdash his mind was perplexed.  A minding device?  Those things were illegal but just as available as handguns.  The two men left the enclosed foyer and stepped outside where a small herd of young girls went racing by to reach their classroom.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit,\rdblquote  breathed Rick, \ldblquote what I wouldn\rquote t do to have some of them in a room to ourselves.\rdblquote\par
\tab Marshall nodded his head and coyly re-gouged the heel of his hand to his throbbing boner.  His agony was growing.  Though time was tight, Rick continued his banter talking with Marshall about girls and minding devices and private time.  Every once in awhile a girl of some age between ten and fourteen would walk by them causing both men to drool lustfully.\par
\tab For forty-five minutes the two men yapped, had coffee, and became deeply aroused for the young bitches at the downtown church.  Then there was the ten minute break between the Sunday School time and the Second Service.  Time was getting away from them\emdash\par
\tab Trisha found her Daddy, they embraced and Marshall was about to explode\emdash in all kinds of ways.  Rick had learned thru subtle admission that Marshall was a perv.  A quiet in-the-closet perv; he was married to a very nice woman, a stern woman, a woman the daughter of a major agricultural big wig.  Being a pervert with her was a no-go.  Marshall had sisters, one younger and one older.  When they were kids they had sex\emdash in all kinds of ways.\par
\tab He missed that.\par
\tab Only a couple of times since after they had been married at a family reunion and a social visit did the married sisters and Marshall re-engage in sexual frivolity.\par
\tab\ldblquote Anything with their kids?\rdblquote  Rick had to ask.\par
\tab\ldblquote They were too young yet.\rdblquote  Marshall said\emdash and he sound disappointed.\par
\tab Not knowing their ages right off, Rick asked, \ldblquote Well, if your sisters would have not minded\emdash would you have cared how young they were?\rdblquote\par
\tab A slight hesitation; then, brain lock.  Wah-oooaughoaua!  No answer.\par
\tab Let\rquote s move on.\par
\tab\ldblquote If you could get away with something with Trisha, would you?\rdblquote  it had already been established that he had NOT-NEVER-NO HOW done anything sexual to his children.  However, not that they were aware of.  When they were sick and spaced out on cold medicines\emdash then\emdash THEN he managed to \ldblquote get away\rdblquote  with a little hanky and a lot of panky.  It couldn\rquote t be helped, his inner demon was rampaging with incestuous eagerness that simply could not be curtailed.\par
\tab\ldblquote What did you do?\rdblquote  Rick wanted to know.\par
\tab When Trisha was ten and had a bad cold she was whacked out on cold meds.  Mommy was at work leaving dear old Daddy at home to care for her.  He did.  Along with taking her pajamas off and \'85\par
\page\tab And?\par
\tab And what?\par
\tab\ldblquote Did you hump her?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote\par
\tab But not IN.  The tidbit of naughty info was revealed later, in Rick\rquote s apartment with Fawn.  Marshall, after undressing his little girl, fingered her bald pussy, raised her legs and lightly spanked her, then found himself on top of her grinding his cock against her unfucked cunt soiling it minutes later.\par
\tab More than anything he wanted to get off in Trisha.\par
\tab\ldblquote Pussy, mouth, asshole?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Nellie, Molly, Henry?\rdblquote\par
\tab Again, \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote   No hesitation.  Marshall wanted to jack off onto his naked son\rquote s cock and balls and watch his sister, Trisha, Nellie, and Molly lick the boy clean.  And for that matter, he wanted to see his OWN sisters suck the boy clean!  He was about the age when his own sib, Sharron, had began coercing him into being naughty with her\emdash she was ten at the time and he had been a mere boy of six.\par
\tab Anyways,\par
\tab Trisha was a little flirty but not naughty.  She DID let her Daddy pat her butt and she DID let him see her in her undies (and less!)  But there was a modesty factor\emdash the glimpses of her nakedness were to be brief and thusly regarded as \ldblquote no big deal, he\rquote s my Dad and it\rquote s ok.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, if you COULD get away with something with her, would you?\rdblquote\par
\tab More brain lock\emdash the man\rquote s eyes shifted all over in a wild perplexing manner of deep thinking that was hemmed in by the moral venue.  He couldn\rquote t molest his child\emdash he shouldn\rquote t even THINK of molesting his child.\par
\tab\ldblquote If I could get away with it?\rdblquote  he queried.\par
\tab Rick smiled, \ldblquote Yeah, like say with one of those minding things.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote An EMAD?\rdblquote  Marshall was more than interested and a whole lot curious.\par
\tab Again, Rick smiled and on a chance opened his sport coat to reveal tucked in a pocket a fancy remote control device.  Marshall\rquote s eyes widened.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote ve got one!\rdblquote\par
\tab Again, Rick smiled.\par
\page\tab Target One had flaming red hair, a slouched stance, tight-tight jeans, short green top with a big daisy and a bee on the front.  Tits weren\rquote t bad and the ass was small.  Long slender arms and legs, super skinny bod overall; braces, freckles, no jewelry anwhere.\par
\tab Target Two was about fifty pounds overweight.  Nice face, though.\par
\tab Target Three had bouncy sandy hair, decent body overall, a yellow top and semi-tight jeans.\par
\tab Children Nellie and Molly had gone to Children\rquote s Choir while Henry was stuck occupying his Mom\rquote s attention in the main sanctuary.  Daughter Trisha was once more up against her perplexed and confounded Daddy.  The three of them were way down at the end of the open courtyard juxtaposed between two two-story classroom buildings running the length of the courtyard being about 125 feet long.\par
\tab The church had a parking lot on the right and left with an overflow to the rear.  Beyond the rear situated lot there was fencing and a large open nature area.  Mostly logs and other assorted debris were piled up along both sides of the fencing.  Rick had a mini RV there, 20 footer, cab-over.  \par
\tab At the small steps down to the wrap-around sidewalk of the church the trio paused while Rick \ldblquote proved\rdblquote  to Marshall he was on the up and up.\par
\tab When the coast was clear, out of prying eyes of people and electronic eyes on the corners of the building\emdash Rick reached out and squeezed Trisha\rquote s breasts.\par
\tab The girl didn\rquote t react\emdash not like she should.  Trisha remained quiet, calm, and mindless.  Rick sighed, he had not had the EMAD too long and only recently gained enough knowledge on how to use it.\par
\tab Marshall was awed and then some.  He himself \ldblquote reached around\rdblquote  and cupped his daughter\rquote s breasts.  Rick was pretty much convinced\emdash but Rick wanted to make sure\emdash and abruptly put his hand to the girl\rquote s crotch.  \par
\tab Standing with them was Target Number Three, Allison Dillwicky.  She was fourteen and quite the cutie.  Rick \ldblquote touched\rdblquote  her breasts, too.  No reaction.  Rick reached for and cupped her butt and then with the other hand seriously fondled her crotch.\par
\tab No reaction.\par
\tab The group moved to the RV.\par
\tab\ldblquote We don\rquote t have much time,\rdblquote  Rick said as he closed (and locked) the door.  Marshall nodded, \ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote   The EMAD was brought out to full view and put thru its paces.\par
\tab Immediately and there was a slight problem.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s wrong?\rdblquote  Marshall asked.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Well, it has her brain wave pattern,\rdblquote  Rick said of Trisha, \ldblquote but that\rquote s about it.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What else is there?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, there\rquote s a way to manipulate those captured brain waves.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Manipulate?  How?  To do what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, to have the Subject act out, to \ldblquote do things\rdblquote , submit and so on.\rdblquote\par
\tab Turning his attention to Allison and Rick did press some buttons\emdash\par
\tab To Marshall and especially Rick\rquote s surprise\emdash Allison Dillwicky pulled off her bright yellow top with frills and dropped the garment without hesitation.\par
\tab Marshall was totally captivated.\par
\tab Rick pressed more buttons and Allison D unhitched her bra then shucked her jeans and panties.\par
\tab Marshall was about ready to pass out.\par
\tab\ldblquote And you cant get her (Trisha) to do that?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Nope,\rdblquote  Rick replied, \ldblquote everyone\rquote s brain waves are different and so are these things (EMADs) and I don\rquote t know the pertinent idiosyncrasies of the minding device.  There was the knowledge of turning it on, working the sensor keypad, capturing a brain wave or two, and that was about it.\par
\tab Marshall just stared and stared at the naked Allison.\par
\tab Rick stepped up to the girl, waved his hand before her face, then slap-spanked her ass.  Nothing from the girl.  Her pretty eyes remained steadfast blank.  Rick drew a finger up her gash, mauled her breasts, then put his mouth over hers, scooped her up and worked off her bunched up pants and panties.\par
\tab Marshall could do anything he wanted to Trisha.  He chose to undress her then lay her out on the rear bed.  Rick had Allison laid out on the side sofa.  So enamored with his naked child that Marshall could only look her over.  She had certainly grown\emdash he had seen her in a swimsuit but had not really \ldblquote seen\rdblquote  her.\par
\tab Rick was with his pants and underwear down and on top of the hapless-mindless Allison.  On top of and IN the girl.  Marshall watched the rape then found strong feelings erupting within himself.  He fingered Trisha, cupped her breasts, but for some reason couldn\rquote t get on her let alone IN her.\par
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\tab Though Marshall didn\rquote t get naughty with his daughter, Trisha; he seemed to have no compunction about doing so with Allison.  After new friend Rick had his turn\emdash sloppy seconds.  Marshall scooped up the girl\rquote s panties and wiped her cum laden cunt clean, then climbed on her and drove his manhood straight into her sex.  No hesitation.\par
\page\tab With his eyes closed it was probable that he thought of putting it to his daughter instead of the girl he was pumping furiously.  He never slowed and never looked over his shoulder; if he had he would have seen new friend Rick on top of Trisha.\par
\tab Rick didn\rquote t penetrate Trisha, she was a virgin.  He laid his pipe against her slit and humped a good hump shooting a nice wad up her stomach; then he raised his ass and jacked off squirting the rest of his love goo all over her fuzzy snatch.  Nice!\par
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\tab Marshall was just about out of his mind\emdash the possibility of actually screwing his daughter (daughters) was suddenly all too real.  His hidden desires were suddenly there for him.  It was more than mind boggling\emdash much more.\par
\tab And doing the naughty AT CHURCH was another mind boggler!\par
\tab And the possibility of being able to abscond away with as many desires as possible only added to the boggling of the mind.  Rick was also aware of that\emdash and realized the danger of the EMAD.  It was one thing to have his way with Trisha and Allison, but every girl\emdash virtually every girl of every age?  Wow\emdash now THAT was a mind boggler.\par
\tab At Marshall Fenton\rquote s house\emdash Rick was there for dinner (but much-much more.)  There was no hesitation (on Rick\rquote s part.)  Upon arrival and introduction to Susan, Marshall\rquote s wife, Rick quickly zapped her mind stunning her in the living room of the grand two-story home in a nice-nice area of the city.  \par
\tab The kids were upstairs in their rooms playing.\par
\tab The Fenton home was nice; big-big living room w/fireplace; huge tapestry on the wall, huge mirror on another wall; nice-nice tapestries on the floor; slate flooring; very nice furniture; and a grand piano in a glass alcove.  Rick checked Marshall and Marshall grinned sheepishly.\par
\tab Rick got the conveyance from his friend \ldblquote Go ahead.\rdblquote\par
\tab So he did\emdash zapping Susan was only the beginning.  The deed was not to settle her mind to blind her from what Rick\rquote s purpose of being in the Fenton home was actually for.\par
\tab And Rick smiled as he made note of something on the illegal minding device\emdash\par
\tab Pressing some sensor buttons he reared back proudly watching as Marshall watched his wife undress herself.  The minding device worked differently on all peoples\emdash some were more susceptible to the quirkiness of the electronic mind walloper and some were not so much.\par
\page\tab Once Susan was naked, Rick fished out his cock and blatantly masturbated.  Marshall followed suit.\par
\tab Rick moved up against the woman, perused her fine naked body then cupped her breasts, squeezed the nipples, then began fingering her furry cunt.  Marshall just couldn\rquote t believe it.\par
\tab Then, with Susan sucking on her husband\rquote s cock\emdash something she NEVER did, Rick took the woman from behind as she was on her hands and knees.  Susan was none the wiser; her 38 yr old mind was totally controlled.  The woman wasn\rquote t a bad dish; short dark brown hair, brown eyes, clean complexion; she was a stern woman but had a happy-go-lucky side, too.  It was being raised in a very well-to-do household that had shaped her into being stern.  \par
\tab Rick pumped steadily into Susan\rquote s backdoor\emdash pulling out to stuff her fur burger, too.  Though not a blow job giver per se\emdash she knew what one was and performed the act splendidly.  Marshall was totally blown\emdash physically and mentally.  Susan seemed almost an expert cocksucker; Rick was unaware of the Q&A feature of the EMAD or the tawdry side of Susan Anne Fenton could have been learned.\par
\tab Oh well.\par
\tab Marshall went several minutes before releasing his love juice; a great quantity filled her mouth (she didn\rquote t gag or choke or even retch!)  More love juice came to squirt on her face with Marshall pressing his swelled cum squirter against his wife\rquote s face.\par
\tab Upstairs and the girls, Nellie and Molly were in their room playing with their brother, Henry.  Trisha was in her own room on her bed on the phone chatting away with a girlfriend.\par
\tab Trisha, already touched by the EMAD, was nailed first\emdash and how!\par
\tab There was a long wait\emdash though, the girl was chatty-chatty to her girlfriend causing her Daddy to interrupt and get the girl off the phone.  Then, while she was distracted by a convo with her Daddy\emdash hiding in the hallway at the partially opened door, Ricky zapped the girl and was pleased with his efforts.\par
\tab And unlike before at the church whereas just merely zapping the girl\rquote s mind was all that there was\emdash Rick discovered that the second go had a more umph to it enabling new commands for the girl to follow.  That meant that she could undress herself.\par
\tab Marshall and Rick watched as the girl with no hesitation stripped off her clothes then followed up by laying on her bed continuing to follow the prompts from Rick\rquote s minding device.\par
\page\tab Rick was pleased\emdash Marshall was more so.\par
\tab After laying down on her bed, spreading her legs, Marshall was beside him.  Rick took it all in and easily put the girl thru her paces\emdash fingering herself, raising her legs, turning over and spanking herself, spreading her cheeks, and so on.\par
\tab Trisha\rquote s room was a blue theme\emdash in colors only.  No nautical, religious, or jungle.  Blue.  Powder blue and other shades; the bedding, carpeting, walls and ceiling.  She had a nice desk, computer, bookcase, and a nice fish tank.  On the ceiling corners was a large green fishing net containing a varied amount of plush toy animals.\par
\tab At length and did Rick have the girl get on her knees and work out of her Daddy\rquote s slacks his cum squirter.  Marshall\rquote s cock had already delivered a substantial amount of jiz but was ready to give more.  The nakedness of his daughter was fantastic!  \par
\tab With no hesitation, Trisha took her Daddy\rquote s steaming schlong and popped it into her mouth.  Had she given head before wasn\rquote t known but she did a nice job.  She talently rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled her tongue into the piss slit, then snaked the schlong into her mouth.\par
\tab And once more, Rick positioned himself behind the girl easing his throbbing erection into the girl\emdash plugging her asshole first.  Again, it was indeterminate whether she took dick in her ass (or pussy.)  Rick didn\rquote t know or cared and humped a good hump while the girl\rquote s Daddy released his love cream for a second time.\par
\tab In Nellie and Molly\rquote s room the girls and their brother played some game known only to them.  Daddy Marshall once more interrupted in, distracted them and viola!  they were mindless subjects.\par
\tab It hadn\rquote t been exactly determined if whether or not Marshall Fenton was a serious perv, one who likened to be naughty and how! with wee little girls and or boys.  And of course, there was his children, too.\par
\tab Once the kids one-two-three were settled, Rick trained his attention to ten year old Nellie.  Marshall didn\rquote t seem to have any care one way or the other.  Rick boldly undone his pants and stepped out of them then became completely nude.  Marshall slowly did likewise.\par
\tab Nellie, Molly, and Henry remained still and quiet.  If not for anything else the EMAD got them to be still and quiet!  Rick stepped up to the lovely Nellie.  She was ten and lumpy.  Short blue pants, a short blue top, long bouncy blond hair with blue ribbons.  A gorgeous little girl and Rick took her hand having her grasp his cock\emdash then kiss it.\par
\page\tab Marshall stood right close slowly methodically masturbating.\par
\tab After about a minute and agony was with both men, Rick worked the magical minding device and Nellie began undressing herself.  All eyes were on the girl\emdash their puds becoming harder than ever; especially when she got down to her purple panties.\par
\tab Both Rick and Marshall loved seeing young girls in their panties.  Rick had always admired his own child, Fawn, clad merely in hers; Marshall secretly enjoyed his girls when they pranced about unknowingly turning their Father on.\par
\tab After much ogling the command was sent to Nellie who slipped her panties down and there she was\emdash nude.  A moment had to be stolen to ogle the girl in her skin.  Then she was settled onto her bed, legs open.  Marshall took first dibs\emdash being that it was his daughter.  He applied tongue to her hairless poon and Rick had Molly undress.\par
\tab With Molly, though, she didn\rquote t fully comply.  Her mind was captured but that was about it.  That was ok, Rick undressed her while her Daddy rode her sister\rquote s cunt.  It was clear to Rick that given the go\emdash Marshall WOULD stick the girl and fuck her brains out.\par
\tab Rick had no problem with that.\par
\tab Already armed with the knowledge that inducing some level of pain\emdash like breeching of a virgin poop chute and/or pussy, did not linger upon the mind of the person being breeched, Rick took Molly\rquote s legs and raised them.  The angle of the dangle pleased him\emdash her young eight year old pussy and asshole right there for the taking.  He laid a hand to the girl\rquote s ass\emdash one swat then checked her face and the indicators on the EMAD.\par
\tab The pretty eight year old who could play the piano better than her sister, was a math whiz, still wetted the bed, and had a lovely-lovely face exhibited no outward facial expression representing the knowledge of being swatted.  The indicators of the girl\rquote s captured brain waves also were negative.\par
\tab Rick swatted her again and then once more.\par
\tab Marshall was gliding his cock up and down Nellie\rquote s cunt with a strong-strong desire to poke.  And it mattered not that she was ten OR his daughter.  Rick pulled Molly onto his lap and held her gliding his cock hard against the child\rquote s cunt.  As Marshall \ldblquote poked\rdblquote  Nellie, Rick knew that the minding device that had paved the way for this torrid episode to play out was indeed a dangerous thing.\par
\page\tab A week later or so and there was Marshall at Rick\rquote s apartment \ldblquote poking\rdblquote  Fawn.  The destruction of Marshall\rquote s family had been accomplished\emdash they were all sex slaves to Marshall\rquote s want and desires; Rick was involved and both men on a semi regular basis double teamed Susan and Trisha.  Nothing was held back; the degradation of the Fenton home was set.  Only to Trisha had Marshall actually \ldblquote poked\rdblquote  as in penetrated other than in the mouth.  To Nellie and Molly it was just humping against their poons.  He enjoyed spanking them, squirting his personal love juices onto their sweet faces, having them suck his dick and go about the house naked willy-nilly.\par
\tab To Fawn, Marshall caressed her willing ass, fingered her hole, and marveled that the girl was submissive and not effected by her Daddy\rquote s minding marvel.  He had only begun having his way with his family, poking Trisha and humping against the others.  With help of Rick\rquote s EMAD the family willingly did as they were tolt to by their Daddy/Husband.  \lquote Get naked.\rquote   \lquote Suck me.\rquote   \lquote Bend over.\rquote  Submit\emdash submit\emdash submit.\par
\tab Sliding into Fawn\rquote s ass and Marshall was more than pleased.\par
\tab Fawn tolerated the ass-ault but didn\rquote t really particularly appreciate it.  She hoped her Daddy didn\rquote t bring anyone ELSE home for her to please.   He didn\rquote t\emdash and that was a good thing.  Fawn slowly warmed up to Mr. Marshall, she willingly sucked his dick off, sucked his balls, and let him into her pussy and asshole.  She even let him spank her and she liked it!  Soon she was being naughty with the Fenton children; prompted by her Daddy, Fawn licked out Trisha\rquote s cunt.  She also tongued Nellie and Molly AND sucked off on young Henry.\par
\tab And with young Henry\emdash Fawn had full sex.  The little boy of six years had a nice little willy and once thoroughly sucked it was hard enough for action.  The little boy was schooled and soon was fucking his sisters as well as Fawn.  Marshall and Rick were well pleased.\par
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Gail Genis\par
\tab (four more girl scouts to go before the cumulation)\par
\tab Gail Genis had two sisters, one older\emdash one younger, and a single mother.  The girls\rquote  father was still around but had a new wife and a baby on the way.  He was alright as a fatherly figure, but liked to sleep around and not work\emdash two things Gail\rquote s Mom detested.\par
\tab Gail\rquote s Mom, Melanie, was working on being a full fledged teacher.  She already home schooled the girls and was a part-time teacher at a nice 1,000 member church.  And being a teacher and regular attender, certain perks were allotted to Melanie and her children; like housing.  The church had small apartments for some select members at incredibly reduced rent.\par
\page\tab For that incredibly reduced rent\emdash Melanie not only taught a class at the church but Opened and Locked the church up on a daily basis.  The girls collected the pamphlets left in the pews, took out the small trash bins, helped with this errand and that errand and so on.\par
\tab The church was at the end of the city by a river.  The property was rather a large lot having a grand parking lot on three sides with two two-story buildings and a gymnasium in the mix.  That\rquote s a lot of doors to Open and Lock.\par
\tab Anyways,\par
\tab Melanie encountered a \ldblquote friend.\rdblquote\par
\tab Melanie\emdash was tall.  The friend stood at 6\rquote 3\rdblquote  and still was not as tall as Melanie.  She was kinda \ldblquote big boned\rdblquote , too\emdash but not fat.  Nice face, great attitude, beautiful hair that was way past the footballer-like shoulders.  The friend, Troy Joston, was about her age, college edumacated, military background.  He kept to himself and was a quasi loner.  After a few services and Melanie made it a point to greet/meet the man.\par
\tab They had lunch thereafter.\par
\tab Then a dinner.\par
\tab Then a dinner at her church apartment.\par
\tab A year later and their relationship suddenly escalated to new levels.\par
\tab Gail was aware that her Mom and Troy were having sex.  Ruth Anne was also aware, she was fourteen had had been seen being a little amorous with her current boyfriend\emdash but only by Gail who would not tell.  \par
\tab Ruth Anne and Gail were also fingering themselves together but not each other.  They discussed sex and what sex acts they knew.  Gail and her siblings along with their Mother had no problem with waltzing about the apartment naked.  Ruth Anne was just beginning to explore the pleasures of fingering herself\emdash using items other than her fingers.\par
\tab Melanie had caught the girls fingering themselves\emdash nothing was said of it, she just grinned and shut the door!  Ruth Anne began using candles, pickles, zucchini, and bananas to simulate getting fucked by the real thing.  Gail also tried out the objects and often walked about the house with one (or two) jammed up into her body.\par
\tab And Melanie still didn\rquote t seem to mind.\par
\tab Oh well.\par
\tab One day, Troy was over for a visit; the next thing Gail knew was that her Mom was talking to her and her sisters about S-E-X.  \par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s perfectly natural,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote and you need to know about how to do it correctly before you get misinformation.\rdblquote   \par
\page\tab Ruth Anne didn\rquote t seem alarmed; Gail was somewhat sorta-kinda; Rachael had no opinion one way or the other save for the embarrassment.  The thing with the Genis family was that they were a little different to somewhat odd and not therefore the norm of other families.  Going naked in the house and with Gail prancing about with makeshift dildos in her pussy and asshole ought to be a clue.\par
\tab The discussion of sex AND associative sex acts was discussed openly with Troy right there, too.  This made Gail a little uneasy but Ruth Anne and Rachael seemed oblivious and took the information without concern.  Visual aid came into play\emdash Troy and Melanie shucking their clothing and Melanie taking Troy\rquote s manhood sucking it!\par
\tab Ruth Anne looked on with some awe; Rachael seemed embarrassed and fidgeted while she sat on a kid\rquote s stool watching.  Gail seemed to be the only one fretful.  She didn\rquote t think it was quite normal.  Sure she had seen her Daddy naked AND had heard AND seen her Daddy and Mommy \ldblquote doing it.\rdblquote   She had seen little boys naked and had a fair idea about the sex acts just explained to her.  (tv was a wonderful medium for explaining such things)\par
\tab Melanie had all of Troy\rquote s manhood in her mouth.  She bobbed back and forth, cupping his testicle sac with one hand, rubbing his bare butt with the other.  Troy wasn\rquote t a bad looking man; tall, blond, blue eyes, and had at one time been a cowboy on a rodeo circuit.  \par
\tab There were slurping sounds, smacking sounds as Melanie worked the man\rquote s organ in her mouth; he did manage to pull out a couple of times and face fuck Melanie\rquote s face before finally being fully sucked off.\par
\tab How much time passed from when Troy blasted off into Melanie\rquote s mouth and when Melanie told the girls, \ldblquote take off your clothes\rdblquote  Gail didn\rquote t remember.  She remember feeling a strange wave of warmth kissing her sides and then she was a little dizzy.  Rachael stripped off all of her clothes in no time.  Ruth Anne was a little slower and Gail found herself undressing with her Mom\rquote s help.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Ruth Anne gripped Troy\rquote s dick; she stroked it, squeezed it, tugged it, before doing just what her Mom had done.  Melanie set right close, caressing her daughter, fingering herself, totally \ldblquote OK\rdblquote  with the goings on.  As Ruth Anne increased tempo\emdash Melanie probed the teen\rquote s hole with a vegetable.\par
\tab Then it was Troy\rquote s turn\emdash er, Ruth Anne\rquote s turn\emdash er, they switched.\par
\tab Ruth Anne\emdash with a zucchini in her asshole, laid down and 40yr old Troy \ldblquote I have no morals\rdblquote  Joston put his tongue to the girl\rquote s cunt and began eating her out.  Melanie masturbated the man getting him very-very hard.\par
\page\tab No one seemed upset, but the family Genis did take all things in stride; there had been a fire at one of the apartments they lived in; an RV they had broke free and went sailing off a cliff; their Dad\rquote s car caught fire WHILE THEY WERE STILL IN IT on a freeway; and a number of pets had pushed off the mortal soil for greener pastures elsewhere.\par
\tab The family Genis took it all in stride\emdash didn\rquote t freak out, didn\rquote t get excited.  They were a little weird.\par
\tab And Ruth Anne didn\rquote t even freak out after being licked out!  Then did Troy come up her young teen body to began suckling on her breasts while gliding his cock against her cunt.  Ruth Anne moaned and twisted\emdash Gail sitting behind got the bird\rquote s eye view of penetration.  It caused her own cunny to tingle with awe and anticipation.  Just about every inch of the man\rquote s pud went into Ruth Anne\rquote s cunt; Gail took the image to her mind; it was the most incredible thing she had ever seen.\par
\tab Troy\rquote s pud went in and out\emdash in and out\emdash in and out repeatedly for several minutes.  Then, THEN there was a huge river of cum.  Both Troy and Ruth Anne called out for God in various ways.  Troy\rquote s cock surged, pulsed, and swelled significantly squirting a gracious load of man spunk in serious quantity.\par
\tab The man shuddered and virtually melted as he came the gusher load.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy fucking ape-shit!\rdblquote  he blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahmmm!\rdblquote  said Rachael, \ldblquote You said a bad word!\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Bite me.\rquote   Troy\rquote s cock surged a little more then he finally pulled out to lay the tremendous organ against the girl\rquote s fresh fucked cunt.  She was not a virgin but the details of who or by what was not known (not to Gail anyways.)\par
 \tab After a couple of minutes and Troy finally rolled off of Ruth Anne; Melanie went down on her daughter licking up cleanly all the spilled spunk thereon; afterwards, she and Gail sucked on Troy\rquote s cock.\par
\tab A 69er came to be with Melanie being the half part of the 6 (or the 9).  Gail sat back fingering herself and watching from behind as Troy\rquote s tongue licked all about her Mother\rquote s cunt.  Ruth Anne remained laying as she was (with vegetable still in her arse and her mind obliviously oblivious.)\par
\tab Then it was Gail\rquote s turn\emdash that is to say after her Mother moved off of Troy\rquote s face Gail felt compelled to move up and sit on the man\rquote s face.  The girl was then further compelled to \ldblquote go down\rdblquote  on him.  His cock was way sore, aching, and steaming.  The young girl put her fingers about the semi stiff prong, sucked on the head, and reeled at being licked out.\par
\page\tab There was a rest break, Troy took Rachael into the shower, Gail stayed out in the living room; on her back with her Mom shoving a nice cucumber into her asshole!  Gail couldn\rquote t remember if anything was actually said\emdash she just lay on her back pulling her own legs back while her own Mom worked the vegetable in and out of her asshole.\par
\tab Then Troy and Rachael returned.\par
\par
\tab Gail and her sisters watched as for several seriously intense minutes the man known as Troy \ldblquote put it to\rdblquote  their Mother (known as Melanie.)  The girls, with vegetables in their butt, watched in awe as Troy went from being on the bottom to being on top.  The couple also did it sidewise, then with Melanie sitting on Troy\rquote s lap; then with Melanie straddling the coffee table and the sofa and Troy on the floor\emdash she lowered herself down onto the throbbing thuster and had herself a good fuck.\par
\tab Neither Troy or Melanie had any energy thereafter, the girls removed their vegetable dildos, made popcorn and pizza, watched tv and fell to sleep.  Occasionally and did Gail awaken\emdash to use the bathroom and whatever; she observed Troy fingering Rachael.  When he saw her observing him\emdash he smiled and winked and went on his business of fingering.\par
\tab What Gail felt or thought about the situation she wasn\rquote t sure.  She thought that it was wrong but if her Mom was ok with it then so should she be.  But it did make her uneasy and just a little weird.\par
\tab Cum the new morning and,\par
\tab Troy was still and so was nakedness\emdash followed by naughtiness (after breakfast, of course.)\par
\tab Once more and did Melanie suckle on Troy\rquote s cock; then the girls all took their turn one-two-three.  Gail wasn\rquote t sure but it looked like Troy really-really-really liked it when Rachael sucked his dick.  Gail couldn\rquote t rightly remember much about it\emdash the taste of the dick in her mouth.  The man pulled out and pressed it against her face; he wasn\rquote t rude, crude, nasty, or vile\emdash well, ok, he was all that but he wasn\rquote t forceful.\par
\tab But then again\emdash he may have had help (electronical.)\par
\tab After sucking and Ruth Anne laid across his lap to be spanked.  \par
\tab One-two-three-FOUR semi hard spanks; then the man began fingering her candle fucked asshole.  Melanie got a candle and sodomized her daughter\emdash prepping her for what happened next.\par
\tab What happened next?\par
\tab After Melanie worked the phallic in her daughter\rquote s cornhole a good two minutes or so\emdash it was replaced by Troy\rquote s slicked up schlong.  With his hands gripping her ass he went all the way into her.\par
\page\tab While being sodomized\emdash Ruth Anne put her mouth firstly over Gail\rquote s cunt and made her cries therein.  Melanie sat off to one side, legs open wide\emdash finger-finger-finger.  Troy seemed to take his time fucking Ruth Anne and so after a bit of time, Gail moved out of the way and Melanie took her place\emdash followed by Rachael another two minutes later.\par
\tab Then Troy came.\par
\tab Gail and Rachael came at the bequest of Troy to see their sister\rquote s smoldering sphincter and the river of cum oozing from the orifice.  Troy made a series of verbal announcements repeating them over and over as he flogged his funky schlong.  He breathed hard and sweated harder.  Then he smiled, cuffed Gail on the chin and whispered something to the effect, \ldblquote you\rquote re next!\rdblquote  and moved to the bathroom to clean up.\par
\tab Ruth Anne pooted, rubbed her ass, and lay in a sweltering heap on the floor exhausted as if she had just taken a major shit.  Troy returned with his cock that had been soiled fresh and clean.  It was still thick and long, but not quite as hard as it had been.  That would change as Gail took her turn laying across the man\rquote s lap.\par
\tab One-two-three-four-FIVE swats to Gail\rquote s tender ass.  She fussed, farted, peed, and cried out as the pain to her ass was a bit more\emdash even more than when her Mom spanked her.  The event didn\rquote t make her angry, just a little frightened.\par
\tab When after the final swat had come and the stinging leveled, Mommy Melanie got a candle of the right size and eased it into Gail\rquote s crapper.  In and out it went\emdash sometimes all the way out but always all the way in.  A phone interrupted the proceedings.  Melanie answered and chatted with whoever on the other end (her own Mom!) while Troy took stance behind Gail and penetrated her asshole.\par
\tab Gail didn\rquote t know how to explain it\emdash the presence of Troy\rquote s dick in her butthole.  It was different\emdash way different than any candle or vegetable.  Way different.  She tolerated it but it was a bit uncomfortable.  Mid way thru the ordeal\emdash Rachael came to be before her and Gail felt \ldblquote compelled\rdblquote  to do like she had done\emdash put her mouth to her sister\rquote s quim and have at it all the while Troy was \ldblquote having at it\rdblquote  with her.\par
\tab It went on and on and on and finally the man gave a mighty umph and deposited a massive wad of clear liquid goo DEEP inside the eleven year old\rquote s hole.  A power fuck completion then\emdash\par
\tab Then a knock came to the door.\par
\page\tab Nothing like a little scare to frighten you for life; thankfully Melanie\rquote s apartment was cluttered enough that she kept the window blinds and curtains shut so as neighbors couldn\rquote t see how unkempt and untidy she and her girls actually were.  Troy scooped up Rachael and skeedaddled to the girls\rquote  bedroom with Ruth Anne and Gail behind.  Melanie grabbed her discarded robe (and nothing else) and answered the door.\par
\tab No one special\emdash Melanie stood and yapped to a fellow church member about whatever\emdash all the while Troy and Melanie\rquote s kids were in the bedroom\emdash butt naked with Gail\rquote s anal funk on Troy\rquote s dick!  And while the convo at the door continued\emdash Troy re-entered Gail\rquote s asshole and re-fucked her for several minutes; reaching around to finger her pussy.\par
\tab How long it went on Gail wasn\rquote t sure; eventually her Mom showed up and what had been going on continued.   In the bedroom progress was already thrusting; Melanie dropped her robe and positioned herself on the floor with Gail licking her out while Rachael sat squatting awaiting her turn.\par
\tab Troy finished with Gail, turned her over afterwards and went down on her pussy for several intense minutes of cunnilingus.  To describe she couldn\rquote t, not really; it tingled and made her gush all over.  Other than that her mind was blank.\par
\tab But not blank enough to have imprinted in her mind Troy grinding against nine year old Rachael.  It was a weird thing\emdash to see the grown man do what he was doing and Gail not upset about it.  Or her Mother; or Ruth Anne or even Rachael!  No one seemed upset and Troy went happily grinding-grinding-grinding\emdash poking-poking-poking.\par
\tab With one hand cupping her young butt, Melanie holding one leg of her young daughter back and Gail holding the other\emdash Troy Joston went into Rachael.\par
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Helga Heely\par
\tab Of them all, the girls of the scout troop, Helga Heely was the most aware.  Of course, like them all\emdash Helga couldn\rquote t do shit about it.  The \ldblquote it\rdblquote  referring to her being \ldblquote controlled.\rdblquote   She saw her friends circled about the blazing campfire; she had seen one by one the previous girls; Adel, Beatrice, Carmen, Darci, Eileen and recently, Fawn, all stand up, shuck their clothing, and lay across Ms. Humpsalott\rquote s lap to be spanked.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t know why\emdash nothing was really said from Scout Master Humpsalott; the girls stood up, undressed, then laid across the woman\rquote s lap for a brief spanking.  For some reason unknown to her, some girls didn\rquote t strip to their skin completely, like Helga, they had pulled their tops off but some had pulled their pants and panties just to their ankles.\par
\page\tab Helga heard a \ldblquote voice\rdblquote  in her head.  A drone, a deep seeded voice that almost unnerved her.  It was creepy and left as such (creepy.)\par
\tab\lquote take off your top.\rquote  The Voice had told her.  And Helga there was no holding back although she thought she did\emdash her hands went straightaway to undoing the buttons to her brown scout shirt.  Then her undershirt and bra fell away.\par
\tab Off came her shoes and then,\par
\tab\lquote take pants and panties to your ankles.\rquote  after kicking free the shoes.\par
\tab Once more and Helga could only watch herself as her hands complied.\par
\tab It was such an odd feeling!  She had watched the others go thru the motions; had watched them lay across Ms. Humpsalott\rquote s lap; watched them be spanked; then sit down nakedly and quietly without so much as a sniffle!\par
\tab Now it was Helga\rquote s turn.\par
\tab Laying down across the lap she braced.  She stared at Fawn who also seemed more \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  than she should and much more than any of the other girls.  Then Helga saw someone not of the camp in the bushes surrounding the camp.  No details, but someone was there\emdash someone was there!\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab SMACK!\par
\tab SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!\par
\tab Not hard smacks like she got from her Dad now and then but they stung her bare flesh just the same.  then,\par
\tab\lquote virgin?\rquote\par
\tab The Voice invaded her mind, deeper, asking a very embarrassing and invasive question.  And at first she denied the invader with \ldblquote none of your fucking business!\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga Heely was thirteen, a street wise smart ass, a tomboy who played just as rough with the boys as they themselves did.  She wore pants but to be different (as a tomboy) she wore a particular dress style to confuse everyone.\par
\tab She was a stern girl, blond hair worn in tight twin braids.  She did smile now then\emdash further confusing people who knew her.  She was a little crass\emdash but that was Helga.\par
\tab Virgin?\par
\tab Well\emdash no.\par
\tab At merely ten years of age Helga Heely fell in love (albeit secretly) with her nemesis, Arnold Shortman.  He was a quirky kid, like herself.  He was popular, friendly, a \ldblquote do-gooder\rdblquote , and usually scored very well in school (er, scholastically speaking.)\par
\page\tab Helga didn\rquote t know what it was about the boy, she did note that his head seemed like the shape of a football.  She wasn\rquote t a bully per se, but found it pleasing to pick on Arnold but not in an out and out bully way.  Helga was rough with everyone, boys as well as girls.  Not fighting, no fisticuffs, but putting them down and getting others to do likewise.\par
\tab But in actuality, she found room in her cold heart to like Football Head\emdash and after a time she found the odd boy in her dreams.  The two DID get along; the played together\emdash er, baseball, soccer, football.  Street games; they were from the Inner City, life was a little rough there but it was life as they knew it.\par
\tab At eleven\emdash Helga found the pleasures of \ldblquote self pleasuring.\rdblquote   In doing so, her secret love for Arnold was kicked up a notch.  The dreams she had of the boy became more concise\emdash more descriptive and focused.  Often and did she imagine the boy naked.  Naked!  It didn\rquote t help to go with Arnold on an overnite camping experience on a nearby island and explore a cave for lost treasure.  No, she didn\rquote t go alone\emdash she went with her bestest best friend, a snooty girl stuck up girl, and another girl along with Arnold and three boys.\par
\tab She never heard Arnold \ldblquote fart\rdblquote , but; thought she heard him peeing.  Quickly and did she steal her way thru the skin scratching foliage to find it wasn\rquote t Arnold but one of the dweeeb boys along with them.  Helga wanted to be \ldblquote alone\rdblquote  with Arnold\emdash just like in her dreams.\par
\tab But there was Jerald J, Sidney Fataki, Carlos Alazraqui, and fat boy bully, Harold Shrinkarrow.  Rhonda Wellington, a snooty girl whose family was suddenly on hard times after being well-to-do was a part of the group; Brooke Allan was there along with Helga\rquote s best friend who for some strange reason put up with Helga\rquote s verbal put down abuse.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t Arnold who was taking a piss in the foliage but Carlos.  He was having a good long piss and Helga could only just barely see anything important.\par
\tab That night there were farting around the campfire, some song singing, bogger flipping (into the campfire), marshmallow and wiener roasting.  Helga, being Helga, made her usual crass comments and even let a couple of narly butt blasts herself.  Phoebe being Phoebe who was Chinese in part, polite, very-very smart, held her farts in.  Rhonda, the uppity used to be high class girl also held hers in\emdash but Helga knew she tooted a few times.\par
\tab Then there was Brooke.  Helga hated her.  Brook was \ldblquote oh-so sweet!\rdblquote   It was sickening\emdash to Helga; the girl was way to prim and proper (a polite farter).  She was a country girl, also very seldom wore pants; a red haired girl who also wore her hair in twin braids.  She didn\rquote t seem to be smitten with Arnold\emdash but Arnold was with her.  \par
\page  \tab Which further pissed Helga off at both Arnold and especially Brooke.\par
\tab After the campfire shenanigans\emdash of which Harold Shrinkarrow won hands down the Belch & Fart award, it was bedtime.  Arnold and his best friend, Jerald Johansen, shared a small tent; Carlos and Sid had their own and Harold utilized a hammock.  He was a big boy, kind of a bully but actually a softie.  He put on the bully persona because of bad parents, didn\rquote t want to be hurt (emotionally) and other bully related reasonings.\par
\tab Rhonda and Brooke shared a small tent leaving Helga and Phoebe in their own.  Phoebe yapped and yapped and yapped\emdash like she always did, filling Helga\rquote s mind with useless information about \ldblquote farts\rdblquote  and \ldblquote belches\rdblquote ; the island, the mysterious treasure hidden by \ldblquote pirates\rdblquote , and on and on until Helga finally had had enough by saying \ldblquote ENOUGH!\rdblquote  and spread her spread her legs\emdash\ldblquote EAT ME!\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga wore a one piece cotton night shirt\emdash no undies.  Phoebe wore something similar but with panties.  There was little light, only the moonlight.  Phoebe went silent and \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her best friend\emdash something she did on a regular basis.\par
\tab Helga fingered herself, especially her super sensitive little bud tucked under the hood of her cunt.  Phoebe\rquote s tongue action was delicious and definitely put Helga in a better mood.\par
\tab Phoebe licked and licked, nipped the lips of Helga\rquote s poon.  After a time she moved up to sit on Helga\rquote s face.  There and did Helga engulf the girl\rquote s cunt\emdash sucking it thru her panties.  The girl eventually turned around and laid down Helga\rquote s body and the two engaged in a 69er (although neither knew that that was a normal position.)  Helga removed her friend\rquote s panties, slapped/spanked her butt but not so hard as to awaken-alarm anyone else.\par
\tab Just as Helga had gotten her friend to cum\emdash Sid and Carlos were making way out of their tent\emdash Harold had come in leaving his hammock finding it not as comfortable to be out in the open like he thought.  Moments after and he ripped the narliest butt blast ever driving out his tent mates.  Sid and Carlos gasped for air, cussed, and Sid was nude.\par
\tab Sid was nude?\par
\tab Yep, butt naked\emdash he didn\rquote t wear anything to bed and wasn\rquote t into underwear, either.  Both he and Carlos used the abandoned hammock\emdash after Carlos made Sid wrap up in a blanket first.  Harold then had the tent to himself\emdash until sometime after midnight when his own funk got too much for him and drove himself out.  He was found in the morning at the campfire side with his blanket about him.\par
\page\tab Come the new morn and the gang assembled to tackle the interior of the cave.  Mostly they found the experience a little unpleasant\emdash it was dark and dank inside the cave and for their efforts there was only some canvas bags of pennies.\par
\tab Pennies.\par
\tab Bank bags of pennies from a bank heist in the 1930s.\par
\tab There were six bags, Phoebe said that pennies were shipped from the US Mints in bags of 5,000 making the bags worth $50.  Each bag weighed about 30 lbs.  Six bags made it $300.\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s forty-two dollars and eighty-five cents!\rdblquote  the smart girl exclaimed.  Divided among them.\par
\tab Of course, do-gooder Arnold chimed in, \ldblquote It isn\rquote t ours.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga rolled her eyes, Harold cried\emdash\ldblquote NOOOOO!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The money is the bank\rquote s money, we should turn it in.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe there will be a reward.\rdblquote  Phoebe presumed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Probably not as much as what we\rquote d get if we DON\rquote T turn it in.\rdblquote  said Jerald.  He added, \ldblquote And if we DO keep it, man, PENNIES!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Hmm, he\rquote s right,\rdblquote  piped in Sid, \ldblquote we\rquote re going to have a time with pennies.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We could roll them up, like we do anyways, and take them to the store or bank.\rdblquote  mused Carlos.\par
\tab\ldblquote That sounds good.\rdblquote  declared Rhonda.\par
\tab\ldblquote I think that will work.\rdblquote  dittoed Phoebe.\par
\tab Everyone was in agreement\emdash even Arnold.\par
\tab Once they had rustled the heavy bags out to their campsite\emdash with Harold the beefy boy carrying two bags at the same time and the others struggling with theirs, the group collapsed from their dreadful (but rewarding) experience.\par
\tab It was noon type time and so the group settled for noshing\emdash lunch.\par
\tab The group discussed how they would spend the money; new baseball glove, new pants, new shoes, a present for someone, maybe save ten dollars, a new watch\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  said Arnold, \ldblquote if we go buying all these NEW things, are parents going to figure something\rquote s up.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, he\rquote s right, be tough to explain.\rdblquote  Jerald said supportingly.\par
\tab\ldblquote We ought to take it easy on the way we spend it,\rdblquote  said Brook, \ldblquote maybe like add it to our allowance,\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Or say we earned it,\rdblquote  Carlos butted in.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, we\rquote re always doing odd jobs.\rdblquote\par
\tab More rousing support and discussion of being cool with the money.\par
\page\tab At length the group split to go off for their final day; they had to head back across the lake and to home the new day.  The \ldblquote lake\rdblquote  was out in the middle of the city being supported by an industrial river nearby.  Due to pollution and other causes and therefores there weren\rquote t a lot of fishing to be had at the lake.  The boys went off to one side of the cave, the girls the other.\par
\tab   \ldblquote I bet I know what the BOYS are doing!\rdblquote  quipped sarcastically Helga.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  asked a dimwitted Rhonda.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, look!\rdblquote  exclaimed Phoebe, \ldblquote a spotted bla-bla-bla\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What are the boys doing, Helga?\rdblquote  asked an even more dimwitted Brooke.  Phoebe had no interest in boys and went on to chase a spotted lizard.  Helga made a motion with her hand suggesting something boys were more apt to do alone more than girls.\par
\tab Neither Rhonda or Brooke got it.\par
\tab Helga shook her head sadly, slapped her forehead; then, took the lead to sneak up on the boys who were more apt to doing something than girls.  \par
\tab Nope, not that.\par
\tab Sid was chasing bugs\emdash he and Phoebe were into bugs.\par
\tab Harold had peed and was freaking out heading back to camp with \ldblquote bugs\rdblquote  chasing him.  Carlos was digging for more treasure\emdash if that treasure was to be found up his nose.\par
\tab No sign of Arnold or Jerald.\par
\tab Phoebe excused her self; Rhonda tooted but made like it was something from the woods\emdash then she excused herself, too.  Helga was left in the company of Brooke.  This didn\rquote t help Helga\rquote s mood.  The camping experience was waning, but on the other hand she was with forty bucks!  Secretly she wanted to see Arnold peeing, fingering himself\emdash laying on top of her with that football head peering down at her as he rode her into elated oblivion\'85\par
\tab Helga stood by a tree silently moaning, eyes closed, surreptitiously gouging the heel of her hand to her sex trying in vain to quell it.  No good, she needed\emdash required\emdash something a little more (and a nice dick would be awesome!)\par
\tab In lieu of dick, though, there was always Phoebe\rquote s willing tongue.\par
\tab But Phoebe was off gallivanting somewhere chasing bugs when she should be at Helga\rquote s side chasing her twat!\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahem!  Excuse me,\rdblquote  said a meek voiced Brooke, \ldblquote do you know how to\emdash to\emdash uhm, to\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote To what?  Just spit it out why don\rquote t ya!?\rdblquote  said an angered Helga.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  Brooke tried again, \ldblquote I need to\emdash to go.\rdblquote   She was pathetic, timid, shy, way-way-way too polite.  The \ldblquote Sunnybrook\rdblquote  persona really pissed Helga off and more than once she thought of the bitch in a compromising position with a brick wall.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go?  Home?  Take the trail back to the boat--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, I\rquote m sorry, not that.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Then what?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke fidgeted and held her hands before her acting a little ansy.\par
\tab Helga smiled, but she realized it and stopped herself\emdash her persona was not of being mousy, friendly, OR helpful.  \ldblquote You gotta pee?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke blushed and nodded her head that it was so.\par
\tab Helga shrugged indifference and then, \ldblquote Why the hell you asking me?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke looked around saying, \ldblquote Well, it\rquote s just that\emdash well, I\rquote ve never had to GO in the woods.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga didn\rquote t get it (nor did she care.)  \ldblquote And?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke closed her hands, clenched her fists, then pursed her lips hard with eyes bulging.  Omitting a brief OH as in a sudden shock,\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve never done it in the woods, how-how--?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Just like you do always, squat and let nature take its course.\rdblquote  Helga said in a gruff and turned her shoulder.\par
\tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t understand, I\rquote ve never, how do you--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Look prissy pants, drop \lquote em and GO!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t want anything touching me.\rdblquote   Brooke was afraid of spiders, deathly afraid.  Mice, centipedes, anything creep and crawly gave cause for the young girl to freak the fuck out.\par
\tab Helga, fuming and seconds from punching the girl, turned,\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, here\rquote s what you do,\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke was agony, she had been \ldblquote holding it\rdblquote  way too long and there was already moisture betwixt her legs.  But the need was great and though Helga\rquote s suggestion was more embarrassing then wetting herself, prissy Brooke pulled her panties down from under her denim short-tall overalls.  Then she was on her hands and knees, panties off, legs spread, and peeing a gusher.\par
\tab Helga scooped up the panties (without Brooke seeing her do so) and tucked them into her pocket smiling.  Then she gazed upon Brooke\rquote s lily white ass and the river of piss streaming out of her smooth hairless cunt.  New but familiar feelings suddenly swarmed inside Helga causing her young cunny to tingle and demand attention.\par
\tab Then,\par
\page\tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t happen to have any paper with you, do you?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Humph!\rdblquote  Helga didn\rquote t \ldblquote wipe\rdblquote  when just peeing.  She looked around, though, and wonder how freaky the Sunnybrook farm bitch would be if Helga wiped her using poison ivy?  It was a thought but Helga selected some broadleaf leaves and without much thought wiped Brooke Allan\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab\ldblquote Thank you ever so much, Helga!\rdblquote  Brooke said standing up, smoothing out her short tall.  She looked embarrassed\emdash and then looked for her missing underwear.\par
\tab (note the girl with missing panties didn\rquote t seem freaked out that Helga wiped her pussy!)\par
\tab Helga aided Brook in the hunt for her missing undies.\par
\tab\ldblquote A critter musta got \lquote em.\rdblquote  proclaimed Helga.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh!  My!  What would a wood creature want with my underpants?\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga made some snide comment but kept it under her breath.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Humph,\rdblquote  said Helga, \ldblquote looks like I gotta pee, too.\rdblquote  and promptly shucked her panties, spread her legs, and stood up to pee like a boy.  Brook watched in awe\emdash not realizing that she herself could have simply done the same.\par
\tab After the yellow stream had run its course, Helga looked almost sternly at the quirky girl.  \ldblquote Well?\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, what, Helga?\rdblquote  she batted her eyes and Helga wanted to bat her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahem!  I did you, you do me.\rdblquote  And she handed the prim girl a leaf.\par
\tab There was hesitation, but Helga held her pinkish knee length denim dress up and Brook wiped her.  One swath and she cast the leaf aside.  Helga and Brook locked eyes with Brook\rquote s eyes wandering, averting the lock-on.  Then it happened.\par
\tab The two just suddenly embraced with lips locking\emdash hands groping, hearts beating and pussies furiously tingling.  And the only way to quell tingling pussies\emdash in place of a good dicking, was a good tonguing.  Helga was in charge and Brook was submissive.\par
\tab Off came Brook\rquote s overall, it was a greenish color and there was a green checkered shirt underneath along with a tiny bra covering tiny breasts.  Brook said nothing\emdash she couldn\rquote t, Helga\rquote s mouth was over hers and the two were in a deep penetrating smooch.\par
\tab Helga\rquote s hands roamed all over Brook\rquote s backside\emdash and then down to her bare butt.  Brook offered no resistance.  Helga pulled off her own overall, shucked her panties then pulled Brook down to the forest floor and the two engaged in serious female-female sex.\par
\page\tab Whether or not it was Brooke\rquote s first time or not was not clear; the two naked girls rolled in the forest debris, pounding their pussies together and finally Helga got Brooke on her back having her hold her own legs back while Helga \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her.\par
\tab The hapless girl had something of an orgasm and Helga ate it up\emdash then; she moved up and sat on Brooke\rquote s face saying\emdash\ldblquote your turn.\rdblquote\par
\tab Brooke wasn\rquote t as good as say Phoebe\emdash but she did alright.\par
\tab Helga wriggled as he cunny was tantalized; Brooke\rquote s tongue was a little talented and delved nicely into Helga\rquote s sensitive snatch.  When done, or having had enough, the two lay side by side, kissing and continuing to grope one another.  \par
\tab When they heard voices they panicked and stopped.\par
\tab Slowly they scooted into the undergrowth being well hidden; and at the last moment before Football Head came waltzing in Helga snagged her panties\emdash but on second thought wished she had left them out for him to find (just to see what he would do.)\par
\tab Missed opportunity.  Thoroughly pissed Helga off.  Arnold went by pausing a little ways away and apparently took a piss that also pissed the girl off.  When he was out of sight\emdash Brook was in for it.\par
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\tab\ldblquote We got one more night,\rdblquote  Arnold said later at the campsite, \ldblquote we ought to make the most of it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Come the new morning and they would have to hustled back across the lake and to their homes.  So for their final night on the island,\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go back into the cave!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Lets look for starlings!\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Let\rquote s not and say we did.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go fishing, big PaPaw is still out there somewhere.\rdblquote\par
\tab A brief pause while the group mused over the suggestions.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go swimming.\rdblquote  suggested Carlos.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s make it a bang out,\rdblquote  said Jerald, \ldblquote let\rquote s go skinny dipping!\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls weren\rquote t too sure, \lquote specially Rhonda.  Sid, however, for the boys, was already nude with Harold right behind him charging off the small wooden dock and barrel blasting into Lake Whatheheck.\par
\tab Strangely, Phoebe followed suit leaving the rest a little stunned.\par
\tab Arnold shrugged, \ldblquote What the hell.\rdblquote  And shucked his clothes then darted off from the camp to the dock and splash dived into the semi warm waters of the misbegotten lake.\par
\page\tab Rhonda shook her head declaring \ldblquote NO WAY!\rdblquote  all the while she slipped her clothes off and dashed quickly out into the water.  Despite the moonlight there was darkness at the lake island so not really enough on \ldblquote detail\rdblquote  could be seen.  But everyone had pretty good imaginations and details not seen wasn\rquote t the big deal\emdash it was just the \ldblquote knowing\rdblquote  that the other sex was naked was the thing.\par
\tab Helga smiled meekly then shucked her clothes and barreled off the end of the dock\emdash well, that was the intent.  She made it out to the end of the rickety wooden plank deck and promptly tripped falling cartwheeling into the not as warm as she would like it lake water.\par
\tab Brooke followed in, stepping in from the shore.\par
\tab The boys sort of stuck together, the girls ditto.  The boys farted, splashed water on each other, farted, squirted water thru their hands, farted, belched, and farted.\par
\tab The girls stayed where their feet could touch the sandy slope.\par
\tab At length and did Helga sneak her way mostly underwater to where the boys splashed and farted about being silly boys.  Her target was, of course, Arnold.  Skinny dipping at day would have been better.  Trying to see \ldblquote something\rdblquote  underwater just wasn\rquote t good.\par
\tab Then something brushed against her leg\emdash long and slimy.\par
\tab Helga shot out of the water doing the Jesus Walk clear back to the campsite\emdash which was 20 feet up from shoreline.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s PaPaw!\rdblquote  exclaimed Harold.  But being naked in the water where the legendary 20 foot yellow catfish supposedly dwelled somewhat diminished Harold\rquote s enthusiasm and he, too, hauled ass out of the water.  Rhonda, Sid, Carlos, Phoebe, Brooke, Jerald, followed suit.\par
\tab No one seemed to be much aware that they were all naked at the blazing campfire\emdash until the breeze slipped in spraying campfire embers about making everyone leap backwards and make the discovery themselves.  Then it was a mad dash back to the spot where they had dropped, peeled off, and shucked their clothing.\par
\tab Once back in their tent, Helga bonded with Phoebe but her thoughts were of Brooke.  While Phoebe lay on Helga in the 69 position, Helga\rquote s thoughts were purely on Brooke.  She squeezed Phoebe\rquote s ass, clenched all over, and felt strange stirrings of orgasm flushing thru her body.  Phoebe did a fair job of teasing Helga\rquote s pussy, sure; but there was something about the Sunnybrook Farm prissy bitch that caused Helga\rquote s poon to become more excited than ever before.\par
\page\tab Cpt. Fassen was right on time the following morning to take the kids from the lake island back to city turf.  Harold was on and on and on about PaPaw; Sid and Carlos disappeared quickly; Arnold and Jerald didn\rquote t linger too long, either\emdash eager to get home and get to wrapping their pennies.\par
\tab Rhonda and Brooke scurried home leaving Helga and Phoebe to themselves.\par
\tab\ldblquote So,\rdblquote  said a sarcastically filled Helga, \ldblquote find enough bugs?\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe was elated that Helga was interested and went on and on and on about this bug find and that bug find and bla-bla-bla.  A little disgruntled, a little preoccupied with Brooke\rquote s \ldblquote pie\rdblquote , Helga sloughed along the dingy streets of her city reaching the bus stop\emdash just in time to see the #3 roar off in a cloud of choking smoke.\par
\tab\ldblquote Great,\rdblquote  she bitched, \ldblquote just great.\rdblquote\par
\tab Five blocks down, three up, two down to her inner city brick stone home.  Phoebe lived five homes down.  Long walk.  Phoebe just went on and on, suggesting in the middle of her bug talk they could call their parents.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fat chance,\rdblquote  mouthed Helga, \ldblquote my Dad\rquote s at his precious car lot,\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And your Mom?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Humph,\rdblquote  snorted Helga, \ldblquote she\rquote s a space case and couldn\rquote t find her way out of the drive way!\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe\rquote s parents both worked downtown and wouldn\rquote t be able to tear themselves away, either.  So the girls walked\emdash Helga fumed and Phoebe continued her banter about the lake island insects.\par
\tab Coming to Pastori\rquote s Pizza Parlor the girls didn\rquote t pass.  The counter clerk wasn\rquote t to thrilled with the mountain of pennies to be counted but they were legal tender.  She firstly wanted the girls to go home and roll them in paper wrappers\emdash Helga refused and demanded the manager.  Phoebe pointed out the \ldblquote legal tender\rdblquote  status of the pennies and more bla-bla-bla legalize.  \par
\tab End result?\par
\tab The girls got their pizza, a free soda, and tokens to the arcade.\par
\tab The counter clerk got a chewing out and it made Helga\rquote s day.\par
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\tab Two blocks from Phoebe\rquote s home and the girls took a detour to avoid road construction and some older boys and girls lingering at a stoop of a townhouse on the same street of Helga and Phoebe.  The detour took them to where there were some regular-normal homes rather than the multi story townhouses.  Single and two story homes occupied a block space; they had yards, long driveways, garages, the works\emdash and some with POOLS in the backyard even!\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Isnt this Mr. Drisscoll\rquote s place? Phoebe asked as the girls made way up the alley.  The backend of townhouses were to the right, the block of regular homes were on the left\emdash and alley separated the differences.  The third \ldblquote house\rdblquote  down was the home of 6\super th\nosupersub  grade Public School 111\rquote s Math/Science teacher, David Drisscoll.  Helga loathed him and dreaded the day she would wind up in his class.  Phoebe, of course, loved him.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t a bad man\emdash in the looks department.  Tall, dark hair, lots of dark hair to his shoulders\emdash with a glimpse a time or two of an earring in his ears.  He was hip, street wise as the kids he taught though he was not from the city but a small farm in the middle of the country.  Most kids liked him and most kids managed to pass his class.\par
\tab Helga didn\rquote t know much about him\emdash but that was to change.\par
\tab Most the homes along with alleyway had high questionable wooden fences, some had cinderblock fencing, and a then there was simple chainlink.  Mr. D had chainlink.  In the backyard was a small playset, it looked old with only the swing set part useable.  No other toys were seen but there were indications of a dog\emdash but it wasn\rquote t seen.\par
 \tab Then there was the a pool.\par
\tab It was small, maybe twelve feet across and four feet deep, and above ground.  But it was a pool and a place of relief during the super hot sweltering days of city heat.\par
\tab\ldblquote That pool sure looks refreshing!\rdblquote  quipped Phoebe.\par
\tab Helga agreed, \ldblquote Come on, let\rquote s ask Frogman if we can use it.\rdblquote  Helga was bold, and David Drisscoll liked frogs.\par
\tab Boldly thru the back fence the girls went, Phoebe hesitantly, but used to Helga\rquote s unabashed boldness.  They paused at the pool that had floaties and an air mattress in it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Looks refreshing!\rdblquote  Phoebe reiterated.  \ldblquote We don\rquote t have suits, though.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Suits\emdash schmutz, who needs \lquote em!?\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe was about to say that Mr. D might suggest otherwise when Helga already at the house had paused to peek into the back bedroom.  Then she was waving her hand from her cunt licker to come hither and come quickly.\par
\tab Phoebe did.\par
\tab Inside the Drisscoll home there was Mr. D, naked, spanking his naked ten year old daughter, Wendy!  Beside her was her, Frogman\rquote s wife, Nancy, also naked.  It was a sight to behold\emdash and a confusing one.  But one that made both spies a little wet betwixt their legs!\par
\page\tab What was going on wasn\rquote t clear\emdash er, why what was going on.  Mr. Drisscoll rubbed his hands over his wife and daughter, then spanked them.  The \ldblquote spies\rdblquote  had only a backside view and Helga wasn\rquote t impressed\emdash she had seen her own Dad naked (front and back) and regarded it as no big deal.\par
\tab Another smack to wife and daughter\emdash then another.  Then he sidewise turned presenting his manhood.  That got Helga\rquote s attention.\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote  she said\emdash it was bigger (way bigger) than her beefy Dad\rquote s cock.  \ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote   The cock also went up against the wife and daughter; slap, slap, slap.  Just like that!  The sight was awesome and Helga found herself seriously fingering herself.\par
\tab More spanking\emdash with hand and cock followed by the man putting his face between his family\rquote s cheeks and presumably giving them a rim job!  More spanking followed\emdash mostly by the cock.  Then Mr. Drisscoll got up behind his wife and apparently made penetration.  He began to pump and Helga began to cum\'85\par
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\tab Helga needed dick.  And with no dick to be had she got Phoebe\rquote s tongue to work her fevered cunt.  But dick was what she wanted\emdash she had a wooden dick at home; a bed post with many knobs that pleased her\emdash pleased her\emdash pleased her.  But it paled to what the thrusting action of a real dick could do for her.  She ached\emdash yearned\emdash for such an action to take place.  And if she didn\rquote t get Football Head\rquote s dick to perform such action she was going to bust!\par
\tab Mr. Drisscoll humped his wife whilst she was on her hands and knees\emdash all the while caressing his naked daughter\rquote s ass right beside them.  Helga even seen the man slip a finger into the girl\rquote s asshole!  When he finally finished with his wife, he pulled out and slapped her ass that was still reddened from his spanking to reveal a gaping \ldblquote hole\rdblquote  with milky white goo oozing out.  The man\rquote s cock was HUGE!  Helga swore she saw steam rising from the manly organ.  Drisscall panted and slouched taking a minute before getting up behind his daughter, Wendy.\par
\tab There was no pumping to Wendy; Drisscoll spanked his wife, ran his hands up and down Wendy\rquote s sides, and bucked against the young girl, his only child but there was no penetration.\par
\tab That was the time Helga stopped spying and got Phoebe to lay down\emdash and right there in the flower bed on some flagstones alongside the house\rquote s foundation did Helga ride her best friend\rquote s face.  She gave no thought to anyone in the townhouses who might be looking from the rear situated windows\'85\par
\page\tab When Helga was somewhat satiated she and Phoebe looked into the bedroom again\emdash and no one was there.  \ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  bitched Helga.  She needed dick\emdash Phoebe\rquote s tongue was good but dick was better.  The girls collected themselves and returned to the alley.\par
\tab At Phoebe\rquote s they departed, Phoebe yapped about the lake island experience, the bugs, and on and on and on bla-bla-bla.  Helga waved her off and sloughed her way to her own home.  No one was home, which was basically normal.  Daddy Bob, of Bob\rquote s Bombastic Bombers and Used Car Lot, was at work at said Used Car lot\emdash the Bombastic Bombers were his roller derby queens he was part owner of.  Mother Miriam was a space cadet\emdash lost in the \lquote 60s.  Where she was when not in the house was a lost clue to Helga.  Sometimes she went grocery shopping, mall shopping, and then no telling where else.\par
\tab In the bathroom Helga quickly stripped off her clothing, checked herself in the mirror\emdash made a face, undone her braids and stepped into the shower.  A hot one first\emdash then kinda cold\emdash then back to hot.  The handheld shower head worked great against her young cunny.  Phoebe\rquote s tongue, and even Brooke\rquote s tongue had been marvelous\emdash but dick\emdash dick-dick-dick was what Helga wanted (and needed.)\par
\tab While drying off Helga surreptitiously spanked herself.\par
\tab Her Daddy laid a hand to her when she was younger for misbehavior.  It didn\rquote t work but he did it anyways.  Their relationship since then had dimmed and Helga had little to do with him.  She gave herself another swat and felt a strange tingling centralized in her cunny.  Another swat and then she was thinking of Mr. Drisscoll.  If she should ever get his class\emdash she knew she could pass easily by having dirt on him OR letting him spank her.\par
\tab She wondered if she could get Phoebe to spank her?\par
\tab Humph!  Of course she could, Phoebe would do anything\emdash anything.\par
\tab On her bed Helga continued to spank herself, then roll over and bring her legs back with serious caressing of her pussy and ass.  dick-dick-dick was on her mind.  She didn\rquote t think she could really take on Mr. Drisscoll\rquote s dick, but then again\emdash she might!\par
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\tab After a bath\emdash she didn\rquote t do showers, Phoebe relayed her lake island adventure to her Mother who listened and enjoyed the tale\emdash minus the \ldblquote treasure\rdblquote  find of which the young girl quickly backtracked and inserted that though there was a legend of lost treasure\emdash none was found.  Just bats.\par
\tab Jazzed with her collection of bugs and insects, Phoebe bugged out of the house and to another friend who was also into bugs\emdash Sid.\par
\page\tab Sid Fataki had a big nose, small head, hair cascading down to conceal one of his brown eyes, and had a penchant for bugs.  He and Phoebe were the only students of their public school who did.  They were a pair.  Phoebe\rquote s Mom and Dad were pretty cool with her buggy collection, Sid\rquote s parents were not so his collection was in the basement of their townhouse.  That was where Phoebe met him via the storm cellar entrance on the side of the four story two dwelling home\rquote s backyard.\par
\tab Inside for over an hour the two went on and on and on about this bug and that bug and the possibility of the lake island concealing even MORE bugs possibly undiscovered.  Their heads swelled as they thought of becoming famous as result of their discoveries.\par
\tab The two took a break, had some left over pizza and sodas and discussed other topics other than bugs.  School, their friends, teachers.\par
\tab Phoebe thought of Mr. Drisscoll.  How would Sid feel if he knew about the teacher he adored?  The image was well pressed into Phoebe\rquote s young preteen mind.  Phoebe; thick dark hair\emdash to match her thick dark rim glasses.  For eleven, she was pretty flat chested, a little shorter than most girls in her age group.  There was a Chinese Mom and an American Dad.  Both were scientists and Phoebe was coming along nicely.  Heavy on the cumming\'85\par
\tab With a slight grin, Phoebe made for bathroom located in a corner of the basement.  Most days and times and did Phoebe go about in a simple barely knee length dress\emdash color of blue.  Short tall overalls, skirts, longer dresses when appropriate, jeans and pants were a part of her wardrobe but for the most\emdash a simple blue dress was her norm.\par
\tab Copping a squat on the toilet she let a steady stream of pee escape from her body\emdash along with a couple of toots.  The bathroom door\emdash not closed as per the norm but wide open.  She could just see Sid lingering at a work table in the middle of the room.  The basement housed various storage for the two families (and some past ones); parts of a canoe were there along with a pool table, tennis table, and boxes-boxes-boxes of \ldblquote stuff.\rdblquote\par
\tab After tooting and peeing her fill,\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahem!\rdblquote  Phoebe said clearing her throat, \ldblquote Did you need to use the bathroom, too?\rdblquote\par
\tab Sid, lost in thought stepped sidewise and almost into the bathroom before realizing that it was occupied.  Sid\rquote s eyes went from Phoebe\rquote s quaint almost flat-flat face down her small frame to her bare legs and panties at her knees.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote  he coughed and sputtered.\par
\tab Phoebe giggled, shrugged and locked her dark eyes on Sid\rquote s crotch.\par
\page\tab Sid looked around for a security check,\par
\tab\ldblquote Here?  Now?\rdblquote  he quipped questioning Phoebe\rquote s choice for shenanigans.\par
\tab Phoebe smiled and nodded quickly, \ldblquote Sure, why not?\rdblquote\par
\tab Sid looked around once more then freed his aching pud from his typical black jeans.  Sid was alright, slouched shouldered, very thin, limber, nimble, BIG nose, small eyes, and a bit of a bigger dick than most boys his age.  Phoebe, like most girls, loved dick.  Sid\rquote s dick was the only dick, though, Phoebe had grown to love.\par
\tab Once the little monster was out, Phoebe took it in one hand and began to masturbate it while her other hand fingered herself.  Sid kept vigil to make sure no one came in on them; one time while being naughty with Phoebe they had been in the hall bathroom across from her bedroom supposedly alone.  Supposedly.  But a parent came home and Sid had to hid in the shower, naked!\par
\tab It was an experience he did not wish to repeat\emdash ever!\par
\tab Phoebe seemed to have a hand manipulation technique that brought Sid\rquote s attention back to her.  They had only recently begun to be naughty together, this count being the third time.  Soon and talented bug lover Phoebe had Sid\rquote s complete attention.\par
\tab From masturbation to engulfacation.  Sid\rquote s balls cinched up tight, his young tight almost no-ass tightened up and his mind went zowee as Phoebe\rquote s mouth sucked in his cock like a snake devouring its meal.  The sensation was sensational.  Sid\rquote s eyes fluttered, his heart fluttered, his cock fluttered!\par
\tab Phoebe manipulated Sid\rquote s balls and took in the entire length of his four incher.  A big nose didn\rquote t necessarily mean a \ldblquote big dick.\rdblquote   But she sucked-sucked-sucked it until Sid was freaking and pulled out.  That\rquote s when the orgasmic juices squirted out splashing onto Phoebe\rquote s face.\par
\tab Phoebe Lhadreyh was a strange\emdash very strange girl.  Taking Sid\rquote s schlong she rubbed it all over her face, jerking it off getting every bit of his cum on her face.  Sid was just about done in but Phoebe was just beginning.\par
\tab While studying life cycles of this bug, that insect, the culture of the Mayans, the buggy girl discovered sex\emdash in text only.  In further readings in comprehension levels far beyond her level but she read them (and for the most part understood them) anyways\emdash discovered the joys that was sex.  Personal sex, bondage, sex acts, and so on.\par
\tab With one fluid motion Phoebe removed her dress.  Her panties were slipped off and she was nude.  What was a hapless guy like Sid Fataki to do?  He shucked his jeans, undies, and shirts and was nude himself.\par
\page\tab Phoebe laid herself out on the floor; Sid, unawares of sex acts other than the straight forward Man on Top, mounted Phoebe grinding his cock against her\emdash just like he had done the last couple of times but always got interrupted before actually completing the deed (like penetration.)\par
\tab  Phoebe seemed lost in thought and was barely aware of the dicking she was getting.  Sid grunted, sweated, and pumped her young cunt with much vigor and vim.  The next thing she knew she was on her hands and knees and Sid Fataki behind her schlepping his salami into her cornhole!\par
\tab It was a unique experience but then again\emdash not so much as Helga had often shoved something \ldblquote round\rdblquote  up her ass during their sex plays.  Sid had a strong grip on her hips and was plowing hard-harder-hardest.  \ldblquote Take it all, bitch!\rdblquote  Sid was saying\emdash however, it wasn\rquote t so much as Sid\rquote s voice as it was Helga\rquote s!\par
\tab Helga.\par
\tab Helga.\par
\tab Phoebe suddenly bolted upright from her bed.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t in the basement with Sid.  She was in her room on her bed.\par
\tab There was no Sid.\par
\tab It had been a dream.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  Phoebe bitched.\par
\tab She was naked, though; her pussy was on fire, and Sid Fataki filled her mind (and soul) but not, unfortunately, her cunny (or asshole.)  It was a disappointment resorting the girl to frig herself furiously to the point of taking a makeshift dildo out of her nightstand and make use of it.  It was the top end of a four poster bedpost and did a fair job\emdash but nothing like Sid Fataki\rquote s cock could/would do!\par
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\tab Her mind whirled and twirled into a myriad of feelings known and not so.  There was nothing to do but endure\emdash and it wasn\rquote t all that bad, anyways.  There was no thoughts given if anyone should find out\emdash at the moment she didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab Socks were on the paws of Tunga Super Dog, just the front ones \lquote cause they were scratching the sides of Helga Heely.  The full concept of \ldblquote doing it doggie style\rdblquote  came full force to Helga\rquote s mind\emdash she had seen doggies locked up in the street and had only heard human couples engaging in the same deed hence the sex act\rquote s name.\par
\page\tab Tunga was Mr. Drisscoll\rquote s three year old yellow Labrador doggie.\par
\tab Mr. D was at Helga\rquote s side spanking her and egging on Tunga, cooing to the doggie and being naked himself.  There were no one else present.  Just Helga, Mr. Drisscoll, and Tunga.\par
\tab Tunga panted and drooled as he humped Helga\rquote s ass; Helga felt every inch of his pink dog dick sliding in and out of her asshole.  All Helga could do was hang on and endure.\par
\tab At length and did Mr. D stand Tunga upright but kept the doggie dick going in and out of her until the animal finally \ldblquote got off.\rdblquote   Helga could feel the dog cum in her ass as well as feel it oozing out.  While Tunga licked his balls, Mr. D spanked Helga\emdash spanked Helga\emdash spanked Helga.\par
\tab The sting hurt and was uncomfortable\emdash but aside from that it made her cum.  Her pussy tingled and rivers of her personal juices drenched her cunt and drizzled down her legs.\par
\tab Mr. D slid around inserting his cock firstly into her asshole and fucking therein for several minutes\emdash then he pulled out and after spanking her ass a minute or so slid himself into her cock hungry cunt.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take it all, bitch!\rdblquote   \ldblquote How do you like that?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Take it all!\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga reached underneath her to frig herself\emdash but suddenly realized she was on her back.  The bed squeaked and she felt a little queasy and then felt like she had to go to the bathroom. \par
\tab Then she opened her eyes and there was Arnold, Football Head on top of her\emdash doing her!\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey!  Arnold!\rdblquote  she blurted but her thoughts any further was interrupted by Arnold\rquote s dick dicking her into oblivion.  Latching onto the boy she hated openly but loved secretly the girl bound their bodies together; Helga wrapped her legs about Arnold thin frame and the fucking intensified.\par
\tab What awoke her she didn\rquote t know.  Arnold\rquote s ever smiling face was right there\emdash right there in her face.  He had a mole just under his right ear; his eyes were incredibly blue.  That smile!  Straight, perfect, white teeth!  That goofy hair style!  That football shaped head!\par
\tab She felt his dick in her\emdash she felt it pulsing, throbbing, exciting!\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Knock\emdash knock\emdash knock!  \ldblquote Helga, Helga dear, are you alright?\rdblquote\par
\tab Miriam\emdash Helga\rquote s dippy-trippy space cadet Mother.\par
\tab Helga sat bolt upright finding herself in a dark room with her body pillow tight against her naked body.  \ldblquote Sonofabitch!\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Fuck off, Miriam!\rquote  Helga seethed.  \ldblquote I\rquote m fine, Mother!\rdblquote\par
\tab Miriam said something unintelligible and went trailing off somewhere else leaving her befuddled daughter in quite a state of being.\par
\page The proxy\par
\tab\par
 \tab The adjacent townhouse belonged to Barry Lambert; he was a nice guy, tall, blond, typical to average man in his late 30s or so.  He had been in the brick townhouse about two years, he was friendly enough\emdash at least saying HI, smiling and acknowledging her existence on the Earth.  What he did for a living\emdash no idea.  Was he a college man?  Had he been in the military?  What state did he call home?  \par
\tab Phoebe Lhadreyh had no idea.  He drove a foreign car, The People\rquote s Car from Germany, wore good clothes, was always clean shaven and had a nice haircut.  He didn\rquote t always leave his house at a particular set time, sometimes a few minutes early and sometimes as much as an hour later.  He was seldom seen on the weekends regardless if his car was at the curb or not.  No visitors.  Phoebe never-ever saw anyone ever come to his door.\par
\tab Occasionally they walked together from the corner market; Phoebe then learned the man was a vegetarian but he was set in concrete about it.  He was nice and Phoebe sometimes secretly fantasized about him.\par
\tab She did!\par
\tab A couple of days or so after the lake island adventure and Phoebe began to get worried about her neighbor\emdash she hadn\rquote t seen him.  His lime green Bug was at the curb but that didn\rquote t mean much\emdash Barry often walked or took alternate transportation.\par
\tab At length and the girl took it upon herself to check on the man.\par
\tab A knock to the door resulted in a long wait.  So Phoebe went around to the backdoor finding the door unlocked.  Worry and concern prompted the girl to barge in.\par
\tab All was quiet and still.  A little spooky.  The hum of the refrigerator and air conditioner made the only noise\emdash until Phoebe reached the breakfast table.  Then she heard unmistakable sounds of a spanking in progress.  Phoebe was at the door when she realized\emdash\ldblquote who was being spanked?\rdblquote   As far as she knew\emdash Barry Lambert was a loner.\par
\tab Hmmm\par
\tab Was he spanking himself?  That would be weird\emdash and not something Phoebe wanted to see.  But there was something about curiosity\emdash especially as other noises familiar and not so tempted her.  Carefully very carefully she came to the hallway; to the left was the living room.  Down the short hall was the 1rst floor bathroom and another room\emdash in her townhouse the room was a library.  Upstairs were there bedrooms and where the noises \ldblquote familiar and not so\rdblquote  were coming from that would pull Phoebe further into the house she hadn\rquote t been invited into.\par
\page\tab First room from the top of the landing was a bathroom.\par
\tab Second room was with door shut.\par
\tab Then a linen closet, another shut door, and half bath.\par
\tab The \ldblquote noise\rdblquote  that had drawn Phoebe was at the end of the hall.  Inside was Mr. Lambert.  And he WAS spanking\emdash but not himself.  On the floor on her hands and knees was a girl\emdash naked.\par
\tab So was Mr. Lambert.\par
\tab But something was a little off\emdash something a little odd about the girl.\par
\tab Phoebe felt a sudden strangeness that triggered a fright within her soul.  Something was really-really wrong here.  Mr. Lambert turned himself to be at an angle\emdash there was his cock; long and hard and dripping sperm.\par
\tab The man spanked the girl\rquote s butt, then spanked it hard with his cock.  The girl didn\rquote t move nor speak or even whimper!  Mr. Lambert pushed his thumb into her asshole and fingered her cunt\emdash to Phoebe, the girl was no more than ten years!   Phoebe didn\rquote t think the man had a daughter, it was always just himself.  It gave the girl grave concern\emdash was the girl a sex slave (obviously); a prisoner?  A sex slave prisoner?\par
\tab Barry Lambert WAS quiet and shy\emdash two criteria for modus operandi of someone who is opposite of the persona others see him by.   He kept to himself\emdash that was another part of the MO for a serial killer/arsonist.  Phoebe didn\rquote t know what to think\emdash or for that matter\emdash do.  \par
\tab After some more spanking and did Mr. Lambert pull the girl up having her still on her knees.  Barry then stood up putting his dripping erection on the girl\rquote s head and there did proceed to skull fuck!  \par
\tab Phoebe found herself fingering herself although she was still shocked, stunned, confused, and just a little appalled.  Barry Lambert then sat on the bed that was his\emdash it was his bedroom having \ldblquote man\rdblquote  things, a treadmill by the window and other assorted things making the room a man-cave and not a girl\rquote s room.  \par
\tab Then he laid down taking the girl\rquote s head yea her mouth down onto his prong.  With his hands on her head he moved her himself up and down giving him the essential blowjob.\par
\tab Phoebe was just beside herself.  It seemed to her as the girl child was compliant\emdash or very well conditioned and/or trained.  In that and Phoebe was annoyed and her like of Mr. Lambert began to wane.\par
\tab A minute or so of bobbing on the man\rquote s prong and the young girl was brought up onto the bed to lay on the naked man.  Phoebe then was able to stick her head in and see the fullness of his nakedness\emdash specifically his very manly cock.\par
\tab And that\rquote s when Phoebe began to cum\'85\par
\page\tab With his hands on her ass gripping, Barry Lambert moved the girl\rquote s hips up and down\emdash his cock already buried to the hilt in her young cunt.  There was still no movement or sound from the girl and Phoebe found herself mesmerized and thinking of herself in place of the little girl!\par
\tab Barry pulled the girl\rquote s cheeks open providing Phoebe with the fullness of the man\rquote s deed\emdash the absolute penetration of his cock into the child\rquote s cunt.  And though lo the girl wasn\rquote t making any noises\emdash Mr. Lambert was:\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh!  Oh!  Yeah!  Yeah!  That\rquote s it, sweetie\emdash fuck your Daddy!\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe was gassed\emdash Daddy?  Oh, my!  That meant the girl WAS his daughter.  Phoebe felt a little sick, horrified, and had seriously soiled panties!  And it was no dream, either!\par
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\tab Then what happened?\par
\tab A couple of days later\emdash and Phoebe\rquote s panties had had a chance to dry out; Mr. Lambert was at the corner open marker (farmer\rquote s market).  Phoebe had been keeping tabs on the man, somewhat spying if you will.  She was obsessed with the man and his hidden daughter.  It was concluded that the girl was possible dumb\emdash unable to speak.  She may, too, have other mental failings disabling her abilities to move or interact or whatever.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bonjour, monsieur!\rdblquote  Phoebe said politely as she shuffled some fruits in a recycled paper bag.\par
\tab\ldblquote Surprise tiens, tiens!  Bonjour jeune dame!\rdblquote  he was cordial, friendly smiling, and had some kind of secret in his townhouse bedroom.\par
\tab\ldblquote Comment allez-vous?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Merci, bien.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was obvious the two could converse in French, so they did.  Mostly the French banter was of the produce available, and produce not available,\par
\tab\ldblquote Il n\rquote y a pas aubegine!\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe, for one, was glad the farmers didn\rquote t have any aubegine\emdash eggplant.  Her Mother loved the purple veggie but Phoebe herself could do without them.\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s another farmer\rquote s market, at Fortieth St. and Diablo, the old warehouse section by the river.\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote I know of it, I just haven\rquote t gone that far.\rdblquote\par
\tab Their conversation over, purchases complete, the two walked in silence to their prospective homes.  Barry gave a friendly head-nod \ldblquote Good by\rdblquote  and Phobe gushed replying \ldblquote C\rquote est bon pour la sante\rdblquote  (it\rquote s good for you (for health)) regarding the vegetable/fruit purchases.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Adieu.\rdblquote  Replied the smiling possibly psychopathic Barry Lambert.\par
\page\tab Another day, another night, another day\emdash Phoebe Anne Lhadreyh was just in fits about not knowing what she knew (of her next door neighbor.)  What baffled her was the girl child, she seemed all to willing; which led Phoebe to surmise she was influenced by some means like say an EMAD!\par
\tab That or drugs.\par
\tab Or she had been conditioned to perform as her Daddy desired.\par
\tab More than once did Phoebe consider consulting Helga.  But Helga being so bold and brash would obstinately confront Mr. Lambert and demand to know what the fuck was going on.  Phoebe had reservations and didn\rquote t want to go that route.\par
\tab Maybe a rescue?  Maybe the girl in Mr. Lambert\rquote s bedroom needed to be rescued.  But that still said maybe.  Phoebe wasn\rquote t convinced that degradation of society had come to the Lambert home.  She couldn\rquote t shake it, something wasn\rquote t right; Phoebe didn\rquote t have the answers\emdash the correct one, and so that put a damper on her options.\par
\tab The not knowing bugged her so much that she spent a great deal of personal time keeping tabs on her neighbor\emdash and when he left for work or wherever he went when he left his house\emdash Phoebe snuck herself in using a basement window.  With her small frame she easily slithered within.  Unfortunately there was nothing below the small window so she dropped to the cement floor upsetting a small workbench, paint can, and tool rack.\par
\tab Good thing Barry wasn\rquote t home!\par
\tab\ldblquote So much for being stealthy.\rdblquote  Phoebe said dryly to herself.  After collecting herself and putting the items toppled back in their place she scurried upstairs pausing in the kitchen listening intently for any sounds.  But there were no sounds to be had other than the refrigerator and air conditioner.  \par
\tab Although the stairs were nominal and typical\emdash Phoebe found them to be extraordinarily longer with even the steps seemingly more difficult.  At the top of the stairs there was the hallway that also seemed to be longer than the last time she had visited.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello?\rdblquote  Phoebe paused at the open bedroom door peering inward carefully.\par
\tab There was no answer.\par
\tab Phoebe got a case of ansy and very nearly bolted when she somehow got a grip of herself and barged further into Mr. Lambert\rquote s home calling out softly, \ldblquote Hello?  Hello?  Anyone here?\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab No answer.  \par
\tab Phoebe was about to leave, go home, and frig herself into a frenzy when she saw something on the floor at the closet.\par
\page\tab Panties.\par
\tab Blue panties, white lace, no stains, size small.\par
\tab Phoebe held them while she stared at the closed door.  Was someone inside?  The little girl?  A body?\par
\tab A bit of fear began to grip Phoebe and she began to regret her intrusion.  But biting her lip, clutching the blue undies, she opened the door and stepped back in fear.\par
\tab But nothing stirred.\par
\tab\ldblquote H-hell-hello?\rdblquote  Phoebe asked nervously.\par
\tab No response.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahem!\rdblquote  she said clearing her throat.\par
\tab Grabbing some courage once more Phoebe stepped up to the open closet and peered inward.  Lots of hanging clothes, a shelving systems with shoes and folded pants, an upper shelf, some boxes left and right and a stack of blankets, too.\par
\tab No girl, no body.\par
\tab Phoebe realized she had passed a closed bedroom door in the hall.\par
\tab She was about to leave and go check out the other bedrooms, two of them, when she clumsily tripped over something.  Grabbing the doorframe lest she fall she turned on the closet light giving more light than there was.  Gathering herself once more she peered into the more illuminated closet; pushing back some clothing she found what she had been hunting for.\par
\tab\ldblquote Are-are you ok?\rdblquote  Phoebe asked.  But as soon as she spoke her inquiry she knew something was dreadfully wrong with the girl.  Phoebe moved in closer\emdash waved her hand before the wide eyed girl who was absolutely still.\par
\tab Fear once more gripped Phoebe\emdash the girl was dead!\par
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\tab Two days.  Phoebe avoided Mr. Barry Lambert for two whole days then she went invading again when he left for a weekend getaway to another city.  Phoebe was given the keys!  To watch the place, water plants.\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s nothing upstairs to water so no need going there.\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe\rquote s heart was racing, she didn\rquote t know what to say or elude to the fact that she knew about his daughter in the closet.  She promised to water the plants, collect mail and paper, and not go upstairs.\par
\tab Five minutes after Barry Lambert\rquote s taxi had whisked him off to the airport and Phoebe Anne was in Barry\rquote s apartment legally and hauling ass to his bedroom.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t quite prepared for what she found therein\'85\par
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\tab Something always interesting in your neighborhood\emdash and Helga Heely was usually there to snoop it out.  Never know when pertinent information could be useful.  She got a bike when she snooped on a neighbor teen who was screwing another neighbor, Ms. Crawlspace.  Money, bus passes, carnival passes, amusement park passes, food, and this and that for Helga\rquote s snooping efforts.  She was good at it and the rewards for getting firt on her neighbors was worth the effort.\par
\tab While her best cunt muncher friend, Phoebe, was doing her shtick spying on her neighbor Barry Lambert, Helga was once more up to her own tricks snooping.\par
\tab Snooping 1:  Ms. Cuntismall in the hot tub with not one\emdash not two\emdash not three\emdash but FOUR high school boys.  Ms. C worked at Helga\rquote s public school in the administration office.  For Helga\rquote s silence on Ms. C\rquote s hot tub gangbang all her unexcused absences were erased along with her tardiness.\par
\tab Snooping 2:  Ms. Ivanna Noballs and Ms. Sharlene Shitsnomore were an interesting pair\emdash it was one thing to carry on with one another but to include their children?  Ms. Noballs also worked at Helga\rquote s school, Ms. Shitsnomore worked at another school.  Both women were unmarried, or divorced or something\emdash Ms. Noballs had a handsome seven year old boy while Ms. Shitsnomore had a seven year old blond hair little girl.  \par
\tab Once in awhile and Ms. Noballs would go over to Ms. Shitsnomore.  At once time it was just them and Helga discovered the two wallowing nakedly on a bed, then floor.  Didn\rquote t bother Helga; both women teachers were alright but it kind of creeped Helga out thinking about having sex with either of them\emdash although she wasn\rquote t totally opposed.\par
\tab Then one time and did Ms. Noballs bring her son with her to Ms. Shitsnomore.  After introductions, huggings and gropings the gang went upstairs to the girl\rquote s bedroom where she and the boy stripped off their clothes.  Both kids were embarrassed, blushing, and giggling.  Once naked, Shitsnomore put her daughter on the bed.  Ms. Noballs coaxed her son, Ralph, up onto the bed\emdash up onto Lisa.\par
\tab Both women sat on the bed, on each side of the children, and patted the boy\rquote s butt.  Patting, rubbing, light spanking\emdash then,\par
\tab Then, while Ms. Shitsnomore held Ralph\rquote s butt cheeks open, his Mom guided his little puddling into Lisa\rquote s pussy.  A little coaxing and cooing and Ralph was well on his way in fucking.  The women continued to caress his butt, spank, and watch the action.  Then they left the kids go to an adjacent room where they undress each other and had their own sex.\par
\page\tab For keeping quiet about that little episode Helga got insurance against bad report cards, passes to the zoo and passes to the destruction derby that even her big shot Daddy couldn\rquote t get.\par
\tab More snooping and Helga found Mr. Greg Zachary humping the crap out of Ms. Arlene Ditmore.  The two 6\super th\nosupersub  grade teacher were married\emdash but not to each other AND\emdash AND Ms. Ditmore was more than six months pregnant!  On Helga\rquote s first visit she found the two errant lovers on their sides.  Helga couldn\rquote t see too particularly good as to what hole Mr. Z was in\emdash she didn\rquote t have proper angle of the dangle.\par
\tab On another visit and Ms. Ditmore was on her hands and knees with Mr. Z behind her.  Another visit and the science teacher was sitting on the history teacher\rquote s cock and it seemed to be firmly implanted into the woman\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab\lquote Going to give the baby pecker dents!\rquote  mouthed Helga to herself.\par
\tab After confronting the two misbegotten adults with their shenanigans caught on cell phone video\emdash this got her fifty bucks, a promise to buy cars from Helga\rquote s Dad, a promise to keep the music department going, a little of this and some of that.\par
\tab And there were those snooping times when Helga didn\rquote t want material things, the person snooped on didn\rquote t have anything Helga wanted\emdash er, in a manner of speaking.  For example:\par
\tab Logan Haskell.\par
\tab Logan Haskell was in high school, Freshman.  He had a nice body\emdash Helga had seen him at a swim meet and what a nice body in that skimpy bathing suit!  The boy had good dashing looks, looked like a surfer dude, was friendly with everyone and had a dark side.\par
\tab Helga saw first hand the \ldblquote dark side\rdblquote  while doing what she found as a natural\emdash snooping.  With her big shot Daddy being a former military nut he had \ldblquote connections\rdblquote  and thusly had the latest technology in the way of snooping gadgets\emdash this let Helga snoop from afar an undetected.\par
\tab On the open back porch of a modern home not a townhouse was Subject Logan.  He wasn\rquote t alone; six year old Karen) was there; a cutesy little girl with super long blond hair.  The house was of Kristi Boatass, she was a 7\super th\nosupersub  grader at Helga\rquote s school; she was nice, friendly, socialable.  Her parents had split with the Daddy in another state and her Mom marrying another guy.\par
\tab No one else was home but the little girl and Logan.\par
\tab Zeroing in and Helga observed the heartthrob Logan go to his knees before the little girl and undo her pants!  He did!  Little  Karen did nothing; she merely stood still, being cute, and being pantsed!\par
\page\tab Logan didn\rquote t stop at just taking the little girl\rquote s pants down, he tugged her panties down, too!  Helga felt misgivings and strange feelings steaming thru her body; she was aghast at Logan\rquote s naughty business to a child\emdash but then again not so much.\par
\tab Logan then did begin caressing Karen\rquote s bare ass.  He pulled her to him for an intense hug, followed by an even more intense grope.  And that was followed up by unleashing his teenage dick, taking the little girl\rquote s hand and having her masturbate him.\par
\tab He did!\par
\tab Helga continued to have mixed feelings\emdash but did find herself fingering her own sex.  She began to wonder what she could do\emdash but not in the thought process of stopping what Logan was doing; rescuing the little girl or telling someone important about what was happening.  No, Helga wondered how she could use what she was seeing (and recording) to her benefit.\par
\tab After a little masturbation, Logan stopped Karen and laid her out on a wicker sofa.  There he pulled her pants and panties off her ankles and opened her legs taking a long look at the girl\rquote s bald pussy.  Helga\rquote s fingering action intensified and she found herself with lewd thoughts\emdash of having herself with Logan AND the little girl!\par
\tab With her legs open\emdash Logan \ldblquote heartthrob\rdblquote  Haskell went down on her.\par
\tab He did!\par
\tab The hi-tech gadgetry Helga had was good enough to show Logan\rquote s tongue licking out the little girl\rquote s cunt.  His mouth totally engulfed Karen\rquote s poon; one hand holding the girl still while the other furiously worked his johnson.  \par
\tab Then that \ldblquote johnson\rdblquote  was working on Karen.\par
\tab With his cock pressed against the bald pussy, Logan humped against the girl furiously.  He spanked himself, rubbed and clench/spanked his own ass, and ultimately emptied his ball juice onto Karen\rquote s virgin snatch.  Then the scumbag crawled up onto the wicker sofa putting his cum squirter into Karen\rquote s mouth.  With one hand on his ass and the other on the back of the little  blond haired girl\rquote s head\emdash he humped her mouth and face having himself another ejaction in mere minutes.\par
\tab And he still wasn\rquote t thru!\par
\tab After smearing his prick all over the sweet little girl\rquote s face and got back onto his knees to lick out her pussy with specificity to her equally virgin asshole.  By that time and Helga had wet sticky fingers\'85\par
\page\tab After several intense asshole licking minutes, Logan attempted the ultimate sin\emdash sodomy.  But Karen was too young\emdash too virginal and that penetration wasn\rquote t possible.  He did hump against her ass, though; one more ejaculation came before he collected himself, wiped the little girl clean (of his cum), dressed her and took her into the house ending Helga\rquote s viewing and recording of further naughtiness.\par
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The Proxy (part 2)\par
\tab Unable to shake the strange feeling from the motionless-unspeaking girl tucked away in Barry Lambert\rquote s closet, Phoebe once more stole into the man\rquote s privacy hell bent to uncover whatever the secret was.  But not before once more witnessing Mr. Lambert spanking the girl and learning of the child\rquote s name, Alice.\par
\tab Mr. Lambert was really into it\emdash the girl on his bed, on her back, legs open wide with Mr. Lambert between her legs\emdash his cock all the way into her sex.  No cries came from \ldblquote Alice\rdblquote ; no noise whatsoever came from Alice.  The only noises were from the girl\rquote s Daddy\emdash grunting, groaning, and calling out his daughter\rquote s name.\par
\tab Sneaky Phoebe had the full viewing of Mr. Lambert putting it to his daughter.  She was awed and very amazed watching the fucking\emdash the man\rquote s penis was pretty significant and she couldn\rquote t believe Alice could take such a thing.  But she did and didn\rquote t seem to gripe about it one way or any other.\par
\tab Barry pulled out and there was a lot of cum flowing out of the girl\rquote s quim.  Phoebe did note that Barry seemed to have to put the girl\rquote s legs and arms and yea her body as a whole this way and that; sitting her up, laying her down, opening her legs, everything.  The girl couldn\rquote t move on her own it seemed.  Curiouser and curiouser.\par
\tab Barry rolled off of his daughter and lay on the bed heaving.  Then he pulled the girl onto him, gripping her ass and then spanking it.  She never moved once\emdash not without her Dad\rquote s help.  Something wasn\rquote t right.  Phoebe just couldn\rquote t finger it\emdash she could finger herself, though.\par
\tab For a long while the two lay on the bed, then Barry moved and moved his daughter into a new position\emdash doggie style.  On the bed this position was done, he slapped/spanked the girl\rquote s ass and did so HARD.  The act gave Phoebe concern as there was no cry whatsoever from the young girl.  Something wasn\rquote t right\emdash something just wasn\rquote t right.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Mr. Lambert hugged Alice and Phoebe heard him say,\par
\tab\ldblquote I wish you were real!\par
\tab OH!\par
\page Spying, it\rquote s just a part of her nature\par
\tab Obsessed with Logan Haskell, Helga Heely made it her mission in life to observe the heartthrob up close and personal as possibly close as could be.  She was fairly successful and took great risks\emdash such as,\par
\tab Alex Beatme and his best friend\rquote s brother, Bobby Cocksalittlesore.  Alex was a sophomore in high school; Bobby was not\emdash Bobby was an 8\super th\nosupersub  grader.  Alex and Bobby were together (seriously) with Logan in Logan\rquote s bedroom.  Helga had been under the impression that something naughty was going to take place\emdash Logan was going to have special \ldblquote company\rdblquote  leading Helga to believe he was going to have that little girl, Karen, to himself.  Helga wanted up close and personal viewing, capturing \ldblquote whatever\rdblquote  on her hi-tech video phone, and contemplate what she wanted from the heartthrob.\par
\tab With the boys assembled they talked of sports, teachers, friends, girls, and boy stuff.  Then\emdash THEN someone unzipped and dropped his pants.  That was followed by another boy and then another.  Shirts came to the floor and then someone on their knees.\par
\tab Helga\rquote s breath was taken as she realized what was going on.  Her vantage point was from under Logan Haskell\rquote s bed!  It was cramped but she managed.  Very carefully she moved into a better viewing position observing with some awe, disgust, and amusement as Alex sucked on Logan\rquote s handsome cock.  Bobby was nude and behind Alex\emdash fucking him in the ass.\par
\tab A strange feeling swept over Helga\emdash her pussy tingled and she had to concentrate on stymieing a pesky fart.  It wouldn\rquote t be good to give herself away; being eleven, a girl, and equipped with a video capture phone.\par
\tab Logan grunted and pulled out of Alex\rquote s mouth to fuck the boy\rquote s face.  Alex had a thick mop of dark hair; Bobby had super thick blond hair.  Both boys weren\rquote t bad looking; Alex was a little more developed physically than Bobby.   Bobby called out loudly words that were undecipherable but clearly meaning some sort of pleasure.  He pumped into Alex\rquote s asshole hard making Alex grunt and take in wholly Logan\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Helga noted the black Stetson hat on the bed post; cowboy pictures were on the walls\emdash wranglers, rodeo pictures, rustlers.  Western style shirts, boots, and even a full fledged saddle was in the room giving way to the thought that Logan Haskell was a potential cowboy!\par
\tab A backdoor cowboy.\par
\tab When Bobby had gotten his nut he moved out of the way and Logan took over slamming his way into Alex\rquote s cornhole.  Bobby went underneath Alex\rquote s sweating body, laid out on the floor and took the boy\rquote s erection sucking while Alex himself sucked on Bobby!\par
\tab Oh!\par
\tab When the boys had fucked themselves silly\emdash Alex sodomizing Bobby and Logan; Logan ass plunging Alex and Bobby; Alex cornholing Logan and Bobby\emdash they went to the hall bathroom for a group shower.  Helga took that time to get out of the house.  Her previous spying on the Haskell house told her a parental unit would be home soon and she would be trapped.\par
\tab Once home she flung herself onto her bed, stripped to the skin, and watched on the spy phone the backdoor cowboys and their antics\emdash all the while frigging herself furiously.  A shower was required thereafter and with the images of the boys (and their antics) firmly implanted in her young impressionable mind, she frigged herself some more using the handheld shower head to aid her in her need.\par
\tab A curious set of events transpired after dinner; Helga\rquote s Dad, Big Bob, had a present for her.  He didn\rquote t buy it but got it thru a vendor\emdash a new and improved cell phone with lots of whizzes and bangs.  Helga was impressed; but, in transferring info from her current phone to the new one\emdash images she had just recorded\emdash the Backdoor Cowboys, didn\rquote t make it.  She didn\rquote t know why but it was something she did in the translation.\par
\tab Although miffed she knew that she could probably recapture the event at any given time.  She was still miffed and so went to her best friend for support.  Being a non-school night the two hung out together, encountering Football Head, Sid, Harold, Rhonda, and Brooke.  The group went to a movie, the pizzeria, and video arcade to round out the night\rquote s festivities.\par
\tab Helga\rquote s thoughts were on the Backdoor Cowboys.  None of them appeared to be \ldblquote gay.\rdblquote   None of them were \ldblquote flaming\rdblquote  homos; they all walked and talked like normal guys\emdash how could they be so horny for the bunghole?  Helga humphed herself\emdash she liked boys sorta-kinda and had lurid thoughts of having them (at least one) please her sexually, spank her, bring her to a new level of sexual awareness, something; but then again, she had no room to diss \lquote cause she herself had entanglements with the likes of Phoebe and Brooke!\par
\tab Logan had the best body; not an ounce of fat, very lean, dashing looks, not chiseled but he was only sixteen, too.  Alex wasn\rquote t bad himself (especially naked!) and Bobby had the youngest body and was basically a heartthrob in training.\par
\tab Phoebe.\par
\tab Brooke.\par
\tab Phoebe and Brooke.\par
\tab Brooke.\par
\page\tab Helga\rquote s thoughts settled onto Brooke and that little episode they had shared on the lake island.  What was it?  Why was it?  Helga couldn\rquote t remember the first time she and Phoebe had become cunt munchers; she had been dominant for as long as she could recount\emdash mostly since first grade anyways.  Homelife was to blame\emdash or a lack thereof.  Her Mom was a space case and her Dad was \endash  was \endash  not all that enthused that he had a daughter instead of a son.  There was a relationship but it was not all that tender.  So Helga took her lack of loving home molding it into a burgeoning bully.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t so much into fighting as putting down someone, being aggressive, sarcastic, and cynical.  Her words not actions propped her up to the bully status; as she got older she did a shove here, a punch there, and got peoples to fear her presence elevating her bully status.\par
\tab Then there was Phoebe.  Phoebe Lhadreyh came along in the 4rth grade and was an easy prey.  And right off the bat Helga picked on her but found the strange girl not rebuked by Helga\rquote s bully persona but accepting of it.  There was a strange chemistry there and despite their opposite lifestyle they became friends.  Helga was the first person Phoebe invited to a party at her house.\par
\tab How the sex thing came about she just wasn\rquote t sure.  Something that Phoebe was shy\emdash especially in concerns about her frail inadequate body.  Helga had a flat body with \ldblquote lumps.\rdblquote   Other girls in their age group had a little more shape (and better lumps.)  When some of those girls made fun of Phoebe\rquote s inadequate body at the school\rquote s swimming pool AND made the girl feel bad to the point where she ditched the unattractive swimsuit and went to play volley ball instead of spending an hour swimming\emdash Helga got involved and got nasty.  \par
\tab Pushing the uppity girls into the pool\emdash undoing their tops just as they went in was the beginning.  Then she changed the locks on their gym lockers.  Then\emdash THEN she captured the girls in question in the gym bathroom\emdash not only visual but audible.  Helga, of course, enhanced the \ldblquote audible\rdblquote  sounds the girls made while on the toilet and promptly posted the episode online.  Seemed the thing to do.\par
\tab Phoebe was embarrassed but thanked Helga; they became friends with Phoebe seemingly thinking she \ldblquote owed\rdblquote  Helga something.  Helga still didn\rquote t know exactly how it came about but remembered a special night when Phoebe was spending the night and while changing clothes for bed\emdash Phoebe seemed impressed with Helga\rquote s body.  A conversation came about about the fixation of self pleasuring.\par
\page\tab Phoebe was curious as she had only recently discovered the unique phenomenon; Helga had only found the pleasure zone herself but didn\rquote t let on as such and proclaimed to be a \ldblquote pro.\rdblquote   That led way to Helga showing Phoebe the nifty techniques of finger banging.  Phoebe did likewise with limited success.  So Helga helped out fingering her new (and only) best friend.\par
\tab That led to Phoebe doing likewise to Helga.\par
\tab And that led to Helga licking out Phoebe\rquote s smooth hairless pussy.\par
\tab Phoebe did likewise and that was that\emdash the beginning of their sexual banter to one another with Helga being the dominant aggressor and Phoebe the willing submissive.\par
\tab So did that mean she was gay?  \par
\tab She wasn\rquote t sure.  Logan and his Backdoor Cowboys\emdash THEY were gay.  Gay-gay-gay.  What Helga and Phoebe did she didn\rquote t think was all that gay.  There was no love\emdash just lust.\par
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\pard\qc *\par
\pard\par
\tab She was almost asleep when noises disturbed her.  She had to stretch which almost gave her away\emdash then she had to pee.  That was a toughie and a distraction.  The \ldblquote noises\rdblquote  were of her primary Target, Logan Haskell and someone with him.\par
\tab Not much in the way of talking; Logan came up to the bed and the other person was there as well.  Then, down came Logan\rquote s pants AND underwear.  Helga\rquote s pussy instantly became a swamp.  She gushed and smiled and had fingers working magic to her fevered cunny.\par
\tab The other person\rquote s jeans also came down\emdash along with panties!\par
\tab Oh!\par
\tab Helga pulled herself up a little further under the bed but couldn\rquote t risk too much exposure.  More clothing was ditched to the floor then the two seemed to be merely standing together\emdash close together.  By noting the legs of the \ldblquote other\rdblquote  Helga determined without looking up and risking exposure that the legs belonged to a girl!\par
\tab Hmmm\par
\tab The discovery was overwhelming and caused Helga to take the exposure risk.  Peering up from the bedding hanging loosely from the end of the bed she did manage to remain undiscovered.  Logan was clutching a young girl\emdash no more than ten.  Ten!  Short brown \ldblquote sassy\rdblquote  hair, a round face, short nose, bedazzled eyes of the color blue.  Her top was off, along with a trainer\emdash there were \ldblquote lumps\rdblquote  on the girl\rquote s chest but not much.\par
\page\tab Logan\rquote s hands were all over the girl\rquote s backside and he had to squat down some to grip her ass\emdash and he did.  Then it was all over her naked ass, squeezing the cheeks, slipping his fingers down into her crack, and so on.\par
\tab And Logan\rquote s cock, too, was pressing against the girl\rquote s body.\par
\tab Helga had a myriad of feelings about the situation.  It was wrong, illegal, immoral.  It was also enticing, invigorating, intriguing.  Leaning back a little to have space between their bodies, Logan took the girl\rquote s hand and had her masturbate him.  A sudden tingling tantalized Helga\rquote s cunt\emdash she wanted to masturbate Logan\rquote s cock; she wanted to kiss it, suck it, jack it off, and have it thrusting into her tingling pussy, too!\par
\tab At length and did Logan flop his cock at the still near lifeless girl; she breathed but that was about all.  Helga was bemused and very awed at the lifelessness of the girl, \ldblquote Angela.\rdblquote   She only moved with Logan\rquote s help.  Once he put her fingers about his prong and got her into the \ldblquote motion\rdblquote  she took over doing the \ldblquote motion.\rdblquote   And once she was put to taking his prong into her mouth\emdash and her head bobbing up and down his shaft she took over the deed herself.\par
\tab Then they were on the bed.\par
\tab Helga continued risk by pulling herself up and peeking\emdash nearly getting her face hit by Logan\rquote s feet.  But on the bed the two lay completely naked with Angela on her backside.  Logan was all about ogling the naked child, fingering her pussy with great enthusiasm.  Sperm was already squirting from Logan\rquote s cock.  He moved into a sideways position laying almost on top of the girl but at an angle.  There he finished masturbating spewing his seed all over the girl\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab Then he rubbed the mess with his throbbing prong all over Angela\rquote s pussy with great eagerness with keen interest in gliding up and down the girl\rquote s dick trench.  His cock managed to maintain stiffness whereas penetration was the end result.\par
\tab In no way did Helga lose respect for the heartthrob\emdash she was even more intrigued by him.  There was some reservations about the rape of Angela, but apparently\emdash Angela was unaware.  Logan was not \ldblquote rough\rdblquote  with the girl\emdash after cumming in her defiled cunny he used her own panties scooped up from the floor VERY nearly clocking Helga on the head to wipe clean her slightly blood coated cunt as well as his cock.\par
\tab More fingering followed.\par
\tab Then Angela was turned over and spanked!\par
\tab The spanking seriously enthused Helga\emdash she wanted spanked.  Badly.\par
\tab Logan spanked Angela\rquote s ass until it was very red, then he raised her hips up, spread her legs, and invaded her equally virgin asshole.\par
\pard\qc\page *\par
\pard the proxy conclusion\par
\tab On closer inspection\emdash the construct was of a synthetic nature and not of human flesh.  It was, in essence not dead or alive but functioning more of a doll-like being.  It was the weirdest thing; especially the sensation of touch\emdash it was so lifelike!  But Phoebe could tell that it was not alive (but it was so real-like!)\par
\tab With Mr. Lambert out of the house for awhile, Phoebe took her time discovering the nuances of the \ldblquote doll\rdblquote  named Alice.  It was just so fucking weird!  It was indeed very lifelike\emdash and Phoebe wouldn\rquote t have been surprised if the thing\emdash er, doll, spoke.  Even batted its eyes or even farted!\par
\tab Laying \ldblquote Alice\rdblquote  out on the floor out of the closet Phoebe was awed at just how lifelike it was\emdash even more so with the panties on.  For a fleeting moment there was some fear\emdash realizing that the man she knew sort of kind of she only knew \ldblquote sort of/kind of.\rdblquote   Was he dangerous?  Was he a psychopath?  Was he pathetic?\par
\tab Slowly and did Phoebe pull the doll\rquote s panties down revealing it\rquote s vagina.  Phoebe was just awed as all get out\emdash awed at the lifelikeness, the ability to \ldblquote pose\rdblquote  the limbs, everything.  Moving up she peered closer at Alice\rquote s pussy; she could finger it, spread the lips open and discover that there was the ability to fuck it.\par
\tab Same for the asshole.\par
\tab Same for the mouthhole, too.  \par
\tab Phoebe lay on the doll somewhat grinding her pussy against the doll\rquote s pussy.  There was a bit of breast but not much.  Phoebe was completely fascinated by the doll; she pressed herself against it and found herself\emdash found herself actually KISSING it!\par
\tab She finally caught herself realizing and went \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote\par
\tab Then she sat up and for a fleeting moment realized the draw the doll had to Mr. Lambert.  But still\emdash it was a doll.  A doll!  Not living\emdash not even remotely.  Phoebe further realized that Mr. Lambert was lonely.  He lived alone and stayed alone\emdash the doll was some sort of outlet; albeit a little kinky and weird but whatever floats your boat!\par
\par
\tab To say the least she just wasn\rquote t the same all the rest of the day.  Or the night.  Or the following day.  Or the night following.  Mr. Lambert was on her mind\emdash and Alice.  She had seen first hand Mr. Lambert fucking Alice.  He had spanked her, called her by name, did her doggie-style, and to Phoebe, seemed to have a sincere to unique yearning for the lifeless doll.\par
\page\tab Something had to be done.\par
\tab The man needed help.\par
\tab Phoebe had heard of men needing an \ldblquote outlet\rdblquote  for their frustrations of daily strife\emdash and sexual relief was usually the answer.  Phoebe, however, felt that there was more to it than she knew.  Somehow, she felt sorry for the man.  There was more that he was hiding than just the doll.\par
\tab She had to help.\par
\tab That was the answer\emdash in part.\par
\tab So, before she was eaten alive with thoughts of this and thoughts of that, Phoebe made a decision.  She liked Mr. Lambert\emdash but how far was she willing to go with that?  There was a curiosity\emdash no denying that.  But Mr. Lambert was a man\emdash a grown man, an adult.  Could she willingly submit herself to him?\par
\par
\tab Wearing one of her favorite short blue dresses, Phoebe found Mr. Lambert on his back porch with his morning paper.  He was ritualistic; in the early morning hours he got his paper from the front porch and went to the back porch with herbal tea and time to kill.  Phoebe appeared, smiling, and bearing gifts\emdash in the way of a fresh hot made cinnamon bun.\par
\tab And a fork.\par
\tab After French words of greeting and Phoebe offering the delicious morning treat\emdash she dropped/fumbled the fork.  She did so in such a manner that the fork fell back behind her heel.  So Phoebe turned sharply and \ldblquote bent over\rdblquote  to scoop up the utensil inadvertently revealing the fact that she had no panties on and there was her fresh young girlie \ldblquote live\rdblquote  ass for Mr. Lambert to see.\par
\tab And he did see it, too.\par
\tab When she turned around to return the fork,\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe\emdash maybe ought to get a new one.\rdblquote  Mr. Lambert said, \ldblquote I-I sweep and keep floor clean but still--\rdblquote\par
\tab Phoebe smiled and shrugged it off placing the not-that-dirty fork on the table.  The man arose from his chair, taking the cinnamon treat with him and led the way into his house.\par
\tab The man seemed nervous.  Phoebe was likewise but trying not to be and think clearly ahead her next moves.  After securing a new \ldblquote clean\rdblquote  fork, Barry Lambert took seat at a small round French table centralized in the kitchen.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Please, join me.\rdblquote  He said pushing out a wooden chair fashioned after a metal French bistro caf\'e9 chair.  After slicing the treat in half,\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Uh, could you get another dish?\rdblquote  he said pointing to a cupboard that had a glass pane revealing the contents.  Phoebe nodded and found that she had to use a step stool and still had to stretch/reach to get the small saucer plate to serve the desert.  In doing so, of course, once more revealed to her host that she had no undies.\par
\tab Was that a groan she heard, or his chair scooting back?  (or did he fart?)  Phoebe stepped down\emdash paused half a second and feigned \ldblquote tripping\rdblquote  and/or stumbling.  It wasn\rquote t too good and the fright of plummeting to the floor gripped her and she caught herself.\par
\tab With the fright over she handed over the plate and got half of the yummy dessert.  Some banter followed\emdash about the dessert,\par
\tab\ldblquote My Mom makes these, fresh, handmade, for the people in her office.\rdblquote  And bla-bla-bla followed back and forth with Barry filling her with information about \ldblquote cinnamon\rdblquote\emdash most information she already knew but let him fill her anyways.  At length, she couldn\rquote t hold back that she was pretty smart herself and let go the info SHE knew.\par
\tab And back and forth and forth and back like that for several minutes.\par
\tab Then she stood\emdash her plans of becoming a proxy weren\rquote t working out.  Then\emdash THEN she stood next to the doll fucker and thanked him for the dessert\emdash although she had been the one who brought the treat in the first place.  Barry hugged her\emdash in a friendly non-creepy way.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Then his hug lingered.\par
\tab Phoebe in an almost clumsy manner hugged back but made it so as she was sliding down his chest.  And in a bare whisper she said,\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s ok\rdblquote  (\lquote to molest me, if you want to.\rquote )\par
\tab Barry\rquote s hand moved in small circles about the girl\rquote s backside; then in smaller circles at the small of her back where her shortie dress was bunched up revealing totally her entire sweet bare ass.  Phoebe positioned herself down across Barry\rquote s lap\emdash pulling her dress up a little more.  There was nothing to say\emdash what was there TO say?\par
\tab And there was a little anxiety in Mr. Lambert; he swished his legs and moved his body as a whole this way and that.  Phoebe felt what obviously was the man\rquote s cock pressing hard against her belly.  There was a tingling sensation between her legs and as she began to sneak a hand down to her delicate quim for a fingering--\par
\page\tab Barry\rquote s hand moved over the \ldblquote willing\rdblquote  girl\rquote s ass, small circles at first than larger ones encompassing the whole of the child\rquote s ass.   One slight swat-spank.  One squeeze of a cheek.  One gigantic orgasm in weight.  Phoebe wiggled some, mostly remained vulnerable across the man\rquote s lap.  Then, on a fleeting thought, she moved a hand underneath her brushing up against Mr. Lambert\rquote s pressing prong.\par
\tab Phoebe\rquote s heart began to pound hard as she made attempts to grip the man\rquote s penis.  It wasn\rquote t too successful but the attempt was thrilling just the same.  Barry gripped Phoebe\rquote s hips and stood her up\emdash there was a strange look in his eyes.  Fear.  Fear and a myriad of other incredible emotions.\par
\tab For a long moment the two locked eyes; Barry was gouging the heel of his hand to his aching manhood; Phoebe methodically fingered herself.  Slowly she pulled her dress up revealing herself\emdash then it was off and she was stark raving nude!\par
\tab Barry blinked his eyes, his mouth fell open, and he let out a slow barely audible moan.  \ldblquote Oh my.\rdblquote  he said.  Phoebe cast her eyes to the man\rquote s doings\emdash he paused a half second then fished his manly member out for her to see.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my!\rdblquote  she blurted.\par
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\tab Laying out nakedly on Mr. Lambert\rquote s bed, Phoebe had reservations.\par
\tab A little late to think.\par
\tab Mr. Lambert, also naked, lay beside her fingering her naked bald cunny.  The act made Phoebe giggle and cause her to twist and contort oddly.  Strange and unique feelings swarmed within her young body; familiar feelings were there, too\emdash Helga could sometimes bring her to an exciting level of ecstasy that made her cum.\par
\tab And speaking of cumming\'85\par
\tab Phoebe felt herself at the brink of orgasmic pleasures then found Mr. Lambert on top of her grinding his manhood against her.  Glancing down and his meat stick was squirting that milky white goo called \ldblquote cum\rdblquote  (sperm, spunk, spodie-odie, doodle juice, etc.)  Then\emdash THEN the meat stick was pushing its way into her young delicate body.\par
\tab At first and the young girl was frightened.  This was it.  This was the ultimate.  Sex with Helga was one thing\emdash but sex with neighbor Lambert?  Wow.  Wow oh wow oh wow oh wow\emdash OH!\par
\tab And it was in.\par
\page\tab The man was gentle and pushed into her sex the head of his sex.  Then he pulled out and humped her young gash\emdash then pushed himself back into body getting into her a little further. And repeat until fully in after a few minutes time.\par
\tab Phoebe\rquote s mind was somewhere else in time.  She felt the man\rquote s penis sliding into her sex; strangely she found herself swimming in a swirling mass of lifeless space.  Well, it wasn\rquote t so lifeless; there were creatures she had never seen before \ldblquote swimming\rdblquote  along with her.  She heard a whale singing; she saw giant moths fluttering causing stir in the lifepool; giant cicadas hissed; there were bison and wolves, too\emdash thumping hard as they seemingly raced along the inky black ground that was space.\par
\tab Then she was cumming.\par
\tab There was no other answer\emdash the release of her sexual energy was incredible!  Never before\emdash not even with Helga or her dreams and fantasies had she had such an orgasm.  Griping the bed firstly she thrashed about pounding her young sex against her adult lover.  Then she was griping her lover\rquote s arms holding on for dear life as he plowed her pussy.\par
\tab There were feelings and sensations the young girl thought never were possible.  Her entire body was literally on fire; it was way beyond the mere \ldblquote tingling\rdblquote  stage\emdash way beyond.  Her nipples, too, tingled in the new realm of pleasure and there were no words applicable to describe the pleasuring feelings centralized at her cunny.\par
\tab She trembled, shuddered like she was cold but was actually seriously on fire\emdash and she quested for more!\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCK ME!\rdblquote  she blurted out uncharacteristically.\par
\tab Barry Lambert was willing to oblige and did so.\par
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I\rquote m a banger, you\rquote re a banger; wouldn\rquote t you like to be a banger, too?\par
\tab Oh he was naughty!\par
\tab He was SOOOOO naughty!\par
\tab He was vile; loathing, disgusting, perverted, no morals.\par
\tab And Helga found him just charming.  She was spying, of course, continuously on Logan Haskell.  The teen heartthrob held back nothing and everyone\emdash seemingly\emdash was a prospect to have his way with.  Young, old; a friend, acquaintance, or other\emdash child, teen, young adult, girlfriend\rquote s mother\emdash all were potential victims of his sexual want.\par
\page\tab Currently, the teen heartthrob was putting it to the mother of his girlfriend.  He had already had his way somewhat so with Karen, the cutey little six year old, now he was hammering the girls\rquote  mother!  What a guy!  Donna Boatass lay nakedly spread out on her bed; it was midday and why she was home wasn\rquote t known.  A light breeze filtered in thru the open window, the heavy scent of roses from her rose garden filled and scented the air.\par
\tab Logan Haskell was in full motion pumping the woman with much vigor and vim.  She was in her late thirties\emdash he was in his mid teens.  Like Karen, Donna seemed \ldblquote mindless\rdblquote  and simply lay mindlessly staring up to the ceiling\emdash mindlessly.\par
\tab Logan humped and humped and humped\emdash and humped and humped some more!  He arched his back, called out for God, a girl\rquote s name, and then something unintelligible but he spoke it anyways.  Helga was awed not just at his tenacity and vileness but his lovemaking.  The boy fucked and fucked and fucked; he thrashed about, arched his back, called out for a Deity, then seriously finished off in a dramatic fashion.\par
\tab Donna Boatass remained mindlessly oblivious.\par
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\tab Then\emdash then Helga made the discovery.\par
\tab While Logan dried off in Karen\rquote s bathroom after a good doinking of the woman, Kristi Boatass came home (possibly unexpectedly.)  Kristi was Karen\rquote s teen daughter, she was thirteen.  Yapping on a cell phone the girl was easy\emdash er, an easy target.  She slung a school bookbag into a chair, kicked the front door closed with her heel and continued to yap to a girlfriend as she made way to the kitchen for a snack.\par
\tab She farted, too.\par
\tab Long brown hair in a single pony, a ball cap, a simple tee-shirt indicating a local baseball team she played for, jeans and shoes she began kicking off as she grabbed a soda and a cookie.  \par
\tab Long wasn\rquote t aware of Kristi until she was up the stairs making for her bedroom.  There was panic in his face\emdash mostly \lquote cause he wasn\rquote t sure she was alone (due to the fact she was yapping on the phone.)  His clothes were in the bedroom\emdash he was butt bare ass naked in the master bath.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t anything Helga could do but remained hidden.\par
\tab Kristi passed by the open bedroom door\emdash and kept going.\par
\tab Karen remained mindlessly staring up to the ceiling\emdash as well as naked.  Logan remained nakedly partly petrified in the bathroom daring a peek out into the room.\par
\tab Kristi made an appearance.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Mom?\rdblquote\par
\tab Karen didn\rquote t reply, didn\rquote t move.  She breathed, sweated, and was in a delirium unknown.\par
\tab\ldblquote Mom?\rdblquote  Kristi asked again sensing something was wrong.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t sure, Helga wasn\rquote t, but she knew that Logan was trapped.  As Kristi made way further into the room staring with growing concern about her seemingly lifeless Mother, Helga made a noise from her hiding place in the closet.\par
\tab She farted.\par
\tab Intentional or otherwise she didn\rquote t know but she decided that she needed to do something to give Logan a chance.  Kristi paused, stared and stared into the closet.  Then she called out,\par
\tab\ldblquote Who\rquote s there?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Karen?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Spooky monster?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Axe murder?\rdblquote\par
\tab While Kristi contemplated, Helga farted, Logan dashed out of the bathroom (naked) and plucked up from his clothing a small handheld device known to perverts world wide.  An EMAD.\par
\tab Logan Haskell had an Electronic Mind Altering Device.\par
\tab He did!\par
\tab Quickly and was Kristi zapped into that state of being that was mindlessness.  Logan had stubbed his toe on his way to zap the girl, he danced about holding his injured toe for a few minutes while Kristi stood motionless\emdash waiting.\par
\tab When the pain in his toe subsided somewhat, Logan sighed and stepped up to Kristi from behind.  He gave no thought as to why she was facing the closet.  His hands went up her sides, around her to grope her young teenage breasts; then he was up against her fingering her pussy.\par
\tab After much fingering\emdash Logan \ldblquote Scum Master\rdblquote  Haskell undone the girl\rquote s pants and pushed them down.  His cock was raging hard\emdash HARD!  On his knees he kissed the girl\rquote s butt and probably would have done more given the time\emdash but he didn\rquote t have the time and so he moved Kristi to the bed where her Mom still lay mindless.\par
\tab Once on the bed he went straightaway to eating the girl\rquote s pussy out thru her paisley blue panties (all the while hammering his cock.)  Helga\rquote s cunt was dripping went so much so that it was a swamp in progress!  She fingered herself and did her best to keep herself quiet\emdash\par
\tab Then she saw the EMAD.\par
\tab After successfully zapping Kristi he had tossed the EMAD to his clothes.  Helga paused in her friggin\rquote  of herself.  What she could do with that!  (the EMAD)  Her heart beat near out of her chest with thoughts good and bad.  Mostly bad\'85\par
\page\tab After much munching Kristi\rquote s cunt thru her panties, naughty boy Logan slid those panties down.  Then he paused a moment to take her teenage cunt\emdash hammering his cock all the while.  Helga\rquote s eyes fell to his ass.  His entire body was fantastic!  He played soccer, he ran track, and he was just a superior athlete.  A superior athlete Hegla wanted to fuck!\par
\tab But the boy was fucking Kristi instead.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t much time wasted\emdash once the panties were off her ankles he moved up to lay on the girl grinding his cock against her trimmed cunt.  Helga had a \ldblquote bird\rquote s eye view\rdblquote .  From the vantage point in the closet thru the slats it was a great-grand view.  Her pussy had gone from simple damp to serious swamp.  She wanted Phoebe\rquote s tongue!  She wanted Logan\rquote s cock!\par
\tab Logan finally made vaginal penetration and was \ldblquote gettin\rquote\rdblquote  it when there was significant noise from downstairs.  Logan flew off of the naked Kristi and bolted to the bathroom\emdash then darted out grabbing his clothes (and minding device) then back into the bathroom.\par
\tab Suddenly and there was Kristi\rquote s sister, Karen\emdash and best friend, Mary Anne.  Logan was in agony, it was too much.  He rolled his eyes and head and seemed exasperated.  The girls in the hallway paused and backed up staring inward just as Kristi had.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fu--\rdblquote  blurted Mary Anne but catching her self just in time.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote  quipped out Karen.\par
\tab Helga watched as Logan aimed the EMAD\emdash the stunned girls were then very stunned (stunned into submission.)  The horndog boy sighed and stepped out\emdash nakedly with a raging hard-on.  Karen and Mary Anne stood absolutely still\emdash and quiet.  Logan sighed again, stroked his lovely teen cock, farted; then stepped up to the lovely six year old Karen.  He paused, farted again; then pressed his cock against the child\rquote s face all the while groping Mary Anne\rquote s breasts.  He seemed captivated by the thirteen year old; average looking girl with super fine long brown hair; a sweet plain face, and very lovely breasts.\par
\tab Logan fondled them\emdash then undone her pants tugging them down.\par
\tab White bikini panties (with pink trim) greeted him.  His cock began to spurt sending him into overdrive taking the girl to the bed working her pants and panties down.  A moment of just looking at the girl\rquote s nakedness\emdash then he was putting his tongue to it driving his fingers all about the poon area plus shoving one into her asshole!\par
\tab Logan held nothing back\emdash after a good tonguing (and fingering) he crawled up onto the mindless girl pushing her shirt up and uncupping her breasts, too.  A little groping, suckling, and then the penetration began.  What a guy!\par
\page\tab There was some moan from Mary Anne but other than that\emdash nothing.\par
\tab Logan drove his prick into her teen cunt and humped tenaciously for several minutes before releasing a mighty torrent of love cream.  His thrusts were incredible\emdash slow, methodic; then fast and furious.  He lay on the girl allowing only his hips to do the bucking.  The fuck that followed was incredible\emdash just fucking incredible!\par
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\tab It couldn\rquote t be helped\emdash Helga made a puddle.  In the closet.  The pressure was just too great, her panties already off she just simply spread her legs and relieved herself.  A narly butt blast accompanied the puddle and Helga Heely hiding in the closet was glad she didn\rquote t have the poop!\par
\tab On the bed, Logan Haskell had run his course with Mary Anne.  He had managed to go all the way without interruption blasting a hot load of teen spunk into the girl\rquote s quim.  Whether or not she was a virgin wasn\rquote t known\emdash not to the closet spy.  Logan, though, sat up and made some comment regarding the grossness of his doing.  He made way to the bathroom and stood at the sink cleaning his penis and balls.  Then, after washing the washcloth, ringing it, he brought it to Mary Anne\rquote s pussy to clean it\emdash Helga then noted the slight presence of blood on the girl\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab After the cleanup, Logan returned to little Karen, stripping her naked and laying her out on the bed next to her naked Mom.  Helga thought the scumbag would do like what he had done to Mary Anne\emdash but he merely lay on the girl and hump hard against her cunt without penetrating.  It was still naughty and a horrendous thing to do\emdash but Helga got off on watching his antics just the same.\par
\tab Logan Haskell would have done more but his watch went off, buzzing.  The boy grinded hard against Karen a little more, shut off the watch, then sighed exasperatedly before standing and looking over his mindless harem.  It was a task thereafter\emdash getting everyone dressed.  The boy, of course, fondled breasts, pussy, and even grasped Karen\rquote s ankles lifting her legs up to spank her.\par
\tab Helga\rquote s cunny tingled.\par
\tab Not a word from the little girl.  \par
\tab Logan remained nude all the while.\par
\tab When his watch buzzed a second time\emdash and louder, Logan stepped up his process of dressing everyone, including himself, then using the minding device did something like texting on a cell phone.  The boy\rquote s fingers worked swiftly over a possible keyboard aiming the device to each person before standing them up and apparently putting them, placing them where they had last been before being \ldblquote zapped.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Lastly was Karen and Mary Anne; in the hallway the boy placed the two just passed the bedroom door and did something to the minding device then quickly stepped back into the bedroom.  Helga couldn\rquote t see what happened (in the hallway) but Logan seemed relieved and sighed making the \ldblquote whew\rdblquote  sign exhibiting the \ldblquote that was close\rdblquote  persona.\par
\tab Then he moved Kristi out of her Mother\rquote s bedroom to stand her in the hallway.  After his fingers flew over the keyboard on the EMAD and a slight pause, Logan nodded, farted, then tended to Kristi\rquote s parental unit.\par
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