Wednesday, day three, took up where personal histories left off. Joann Cummings, age 11, the daughter of Dottie and Alfred Cummings, was a delightful little girl, cute as a bunny's belly button. She was the youngest child in Judy's class, very bright, and should have been in the fifth grade but she started school a year early under a gifted child program.
Besides being the youngest, she was small for her age, a full foot shorter than the other girls in her class and weighing only 75 lbs when the average was 95 lbs. Most of the girls showed some signs of puberty, but Joann showed none--a straight line from shoulders to hips, but she was very pretty and excessively cute.
Joann's cuteness stemmed from a full mane of the most luxuriant chestnut hair always full and bouncy, silky, and shining. With large almond eyes, rosy cheeks, and a big dimpled smile, showing bare legs almost to her bare ass, Joann was so cute that molesters could not resist jacking off in her hair, and normal adults could not resist touching her hair, running their fingers through it, patting, fluffing, twirling strands, then going, "Aw, yuk! What is this shit?"
Three men couldn't resist repeatedly jacking off in Joann's hair in a dark movie theater as she sat between her parents watching Bambi. Between them, they deposited thirteen loads in two hours, and she left that theater looking like she'd gone bobbing for apples in a cum tub.
Since Gwen and Gloria drew Joann as their project, they were on-hand to hear her story. Shortly into Joann's testimony, they knew all they needed to know about Dottie and Alfred Cummings. They raised molester bait and trolled for molesters, but watched their daughter very closely to insure she wasn't stolen, fucked, or murdered. To that degree, they were responsible parents.
Joann Cummings had more cases of minor molestation than all other girls in the class put together if Tiffany were not counted. She was not a virgin though no cock ever entered her body. Many things did since the day she'd lost her cherry to a man's finger at the age of five. Returning from an outing usually meant lying on the dining table with her legs spread so Mommy could get out whatever was put in that wouldn't fall out on its own.
Most things fell out but her list of items that had to be dug out was quite impressive: all denominations of U.S. coins, two Canadian pennies and a 50 peso piece, bills up to a twenty, bottle caps, candy wrappers, gum, popcorn, a goldfish, a frog, used condoms, notes, business cards, pop rocks, atomic bomb candy, jaw breakers, a beetle, a sewing needle, an open safety pin, cigarette butts, and dozens of marbles. Though most marbles fell out, dozens didn't.
Their method for attracting molesters was simple. They'd dress Joann in a very short dress and stroll the seedy downtown streets of large nearby cities until they picked up a pervert or two or three, then they entered a theater with the pervert or perverts in tow. They'd sit in the back with vacant seats behind and wait.
It was the kids who saw a man jacking off in a girl's hair while her parents ignored it, that ended up crawling around on the floor for better looks, ultimately getting brave enough to get in front, under Joann's seat to reach up and blindly play with her pussy. Most of the crap and chump change was put there by nasty little boys with creatures in their pockets.
Perverts were more generous, but some were sadistic. The needle, safety pin, hot stuff, and ice came from mean perverts. The theater game wasn't the only game. They also rode crowded buses, took long elevator rides, and would stand in any long line they saw, anything that would give a pervert the guts to go for it, and IT was jacking off in Joann's hair. Her head being just the right height and full of fluffy, silky hair that begged a load of sticky, gooey cum, with two adults serving as side blocks, a bold pervert had little trouble getting off undetected with parents as accommodating as Dottie and Alfred.
Perverts that saw them knew they were trolling, and some came up and propositioned them on the street. If the proposition was reasonable or the pay was good, they accepted the offer, went with him or them, and watched, making sure they didn't cross the line--no anal or vaginal intercourse, and no blow jobs. They wanted the sperm on their daughter not in their daughter, and toward that end, they went to great extremes but most often far from home.
Money was not their object. Watching as many molestations as they could was the object. They liked it nasty and messy and would often duck behind a dumpster or get behind a parked truck so the perv could quickly jack off in Joann's face while her mother or father held her for it. If they just wanted to hurt her tender parts, maybe put a cigarette out in her pussy, they'd hold her for that, too, whatever it took to make the perv cum on her body somewhere. For gal pervs, Dottie would hold Joann's head while the bitch wiped her fucked or bloody cunt in the girl's face, often while pissing. Mess was mess and the main purpose of an outing was to get Joann messy.
Joann knew her parents were trolling from a very early age. Like I said, she was bright. She also knew they didn't want to discuss what they did, even while getting a goldfish fished out of her twat after riding with it for three hours. At home, day to day, they were as normal as could be with just a few exceptions. It was the monthly outings that were bizarre, and these were weekend affairs, over-nighters with numerous showers and dress changes, most often with perverts buying the room.
Joann never saw a dime of the money she earned, but anything found up her cunt was hers, though bills larger than a one had to go in her college fund. Her college fund had four hundred and twenty-five dollars in it. Only thirty percent was interest earned and all principle came out of her pussy. Mommy and Daddy did much better. One weekend haul was good for two hundred dollars after all expenses were paid including bus fare, and they always rode buses to and from, after trolling the station and surrounding area.
For a long bus ride, the parents took seats on the right side; the child sat alone in the left side window seat. Whatever pervert she attracted would always sit next to her on the aisle, going somewhere he hadn't planned on going until a doll walked by and flashed him a come hither smile and a shot of naked fanny. Once they had the pervert they wanted, they'd get in line for a ticket and the lucky guy or gal would find out where he or she was going. One in ten pervs were gals, and a perv gal was a real treat on a long bus ride, and if the bitch was on the rag, that was a real treat.
Guy or gal, Dottie sat in the aisle seat across from the perv, smiled warmly, then leaned over to say, "Would you mind checking to see if my daughter is wearing any panties? I'll warn you if anyone comes along."
After that ice breaker, the dress stayed up and only came down if Dottie gave the warning: "Cheezeit!"
They had quite a racket and Joann was very open and forthright about exposing it to the class. She was getting damned tired of playing games and wanted to get down to some serious child molesting, and not just two days out of each month. Seven years of half-assed molesting left her craving full-assed molesting. She wanted full penetration to orgasm in all holes, better beatings, more twat torture, tattoos, brands, piercings, and deeper cuts. She also wanted a bigger cut of the total take.
Toward that end, Joann told Gwen and Gloria all she knew about her meek and mousy masturbating mother who was always meek and mousy except when masturbating, and she masturbated all through a weekend outing.
Her mother's outing dress had side pocket slits but no pockets. She could masturbate while walking down a crowded street and her large purse was full of adult toys. She could be seen taking something from her pocket and putting it in her purse, or something from her purse and putting it in her pocket, but she always had at least one hand deep in her pocket unless she was in a safe place to raise the skirt and go at it au natural: an adult movie theater, an alley, a secluded park area, a motel room, a Greyhound bus, an express elevator, a utility closet, projection booth, a quiet bar with a no-see-no-tell policy, a nice home in a residential family neighborhood with the family still in it--any place where a child molester would want to molest a child with room for the parents to watch in relative safety.
When they arrived at such a place, Dottie would get comfortable, get her toys out, and fuck herself silly. Alfred just got comfortable and watched everything. He enforced the rules and drew all lines. He was not a big man but he packed a gun, not a big gun, but a gun is a gun and molesters respect any gun held by a child's father.
Joann didn't know very much about her Daddy. He always was rather cold and distant, quiet and reserved, playing his cards close to his chest, showing little affection for Joann or Dottie. He was not abusive or loving, he was just there and not all that much. She saw more of him on a weekend outing than she'd see in the whole month prior, and while on an outing, he never openly beat off but would get erections. He'd fondle himself through a pocket that wasn't really a pocket, and cum in a condom which he would then hand to Dottie and she'd put it in Joann's mouth. Other than that, he remained cool and aloof on an outing, like the designated driver at a company beer bust.
At home, he was the nasty one and Dottie played it cool when on rare occasions Alfred brought over someone who wanted to molest his daughter while Dottie fretted and fussed, playing the part of a good mother and obedient wife of a child molester that liked to share. At these times, he'd pull his dick out and jack off directly in Joann's mouth, but only after the guest. Alfred was a caring, sharing man and polite to his friends.
Judy's class continued examining sexual histories after letting Joann go with Gwen and Gloria for more interrogation. The more Gwen and Gloria learned about the Cummings, the easier they saw their task, until after the third hour of interrogations, it was no task at all. They had enough evidence on tape to get both parents sent away. All they had to do was call Dottie or Alfred and play tape segments. They'd both jump naked through hoops and put beasts on their little bitch. That, however, would be no fun, so they put their heads together with Joann's and thought about a way to break them and have fun. They let Joann express her desires, then worked out the details that would bring those desires about.
That's all she wanted, and the two women saw no problem. They went to work, began making calls, finding the necessary equipment, a suitable hall, dogs, a tattoo guy, movie camera, film, lighting, settings, ropes and pulleys, twat torture devices, etc., etc..
By day's end, they had the school cafeteria reserved for Friday night with over eighty confirmed to attend and all the stuff they needed to put on a great performance, only the main performers still didn't know they had a date Friday night. Gloria said she'd handle that personally. After the performance, she'd also see that Joann got all of the other wishes on her wish list. Gwen was left to do the final setup and run the rehearsals with the cast of ten extras.
Gloria began making calls with a list she and Gwen prepared. Their "A" list numbered fourteen. After talking to all fourteen at length, describing Joann and her background, how they had their bases covered, and how they were protected, the list grew to over eighty with the likelihood of doubling by Friday night. Perverts and fans of perversion were coming out of the woodwork as each call recommended two more to call.
Once tapped into the high school in-crowd, the list swelled like a pregnant ten-year-old's belly. Gwen had Hal, Estelle and Ed Greyson, the Greyson's maid and their butler, Ginger Roberts, Sue Ellington, Richard White, Dick Groves, Spivy, Stella, the entire staff, all the parents of whores, the rape gang, all the cops, and the entire city maintenance crew. She had the mayor, the DA, and the head of Child Welfare, Roxanne Newbury, who volunteered to do all the twat torture because she knew how to do it without ruining the twat or leaving any evidence. She got the job.
At the end of the day, the two women looked at the list and Gloria said, "Fuck! Child molesting is now legal in this county and responsible parenting is a crime punishable by trial without jury. We even have all of the fucking clergy, their wives, and their god damn mistresses. Fuck!"
"No shit, Gloria. We can just pick the kid we want, do anything we want, then dare the parents to say or do anything about it. Who the fuck can they complain to? They can't even go to their fucking preacher."
"Gwen, we have to get this to Dick right away. The poor guy is sweating his balls off. If he sees this, he'll go grab him some young cherry pussy and fuck her on her teacher's desk with the class in session."
"There's still thirty minutes left. He needs it. Come on. I think he's still in his office."
Gwen and Gloria walked into Dick's office without knocking and caught him brooding with his dick in his hand. He started to shout a protest, but Gloria slapped her tablet on his desk and silenced that with, "Look at this list, Dick. These are just the people I talked to personally and explained everything to. They are all firm commitments and there's another list this long of people who these people vouch for and need to be contacted. So far, everyone I've talked to has jumped at the offer, pledges support, and promises to be here. The cafeteria will be standing room only, and we're only allowing adults. Most wanted to bring their fucking kids."
Dick studied both lists, then looked to Gwen and Gloria in amazement, saying, "This is fucking incredible. This is a who's who of county government. Christ, Roxanne Newbury?"
Gloria volunteered, "Yes, and she volunteered to do all the twat torture. She says she's a pro. Check out the list of clergy. Every church is represented, and we have six from Christ's Crusade. We even have the fucking Bishop of the Mormon Church. We have the Catholics. Father Bennington is bringing a nun."
"Fuck. What the hell am I worried about? I see you talked to Don Hightower. You explained everything, right? He knows this will be done on school property, right?"
"He knows, and he loves it. He gave me Estelle's number. She loves it. She had me call Hal at the high school. He loves it. He gave me a list of thirty names and promised thirty more that he would contact personally. Dick, molesting children is now legal."
Dick nodded his head and said, "It is in this county. Jesus, what the hell is going on? Did someone spike the city water supply? Are we all nuts?"
Gloria said, "Who cares. Everybody in this town is fucking horny--adults, kids, even the fucking dogs. Do you realize there is not one male dog in the pound and a large male of any breed, a mutt, is worth a hundred bucks. Have you seen the pets for sale classifieds? This is typical:
Large, well-endowed male so-and-so, affectionate and trained to please, great with children. $100 firm."
Gwen added, "The paper is full of them. There's a whole cottage industry sprung up almost over night. These people have cleaned out the pounds from as far away as Cedar Springs and Donnely. I checked. Dick, you should walk into a class and get you a virgin while there's still virgins to get. Fuck her right in the class. Have the teacher strip her and hold her, and if the teacher refuses, have her arrested. You'll have to hurry. The final bell rings in fifteen minutes."
"I knew you'd get carried away with this. I am not raping any kids in any classes, Gwen, so get that idea out of your horny mind. You know what this means, though? Jessica can return to the classroom and teach any way she wants. She'd like to and we need her credentials to look good on paper. Fuck, yes. Gwen, tell Mary Dickins we won't be needing her as a temp, and put Jessica on as the full-time teacher for that class."
"Good move. We'll have two Judys."
"Yes, and call John Pendergrast back. Tell him all's forgiven, his record is clear, and if he can't keep his dick out of the little girls, no sweat, we'll work around it. Where shall we put him?"
Gloria said, "Have Tanya Young replace a temp, and let John take Tonya's girl's gym class. Put him in charge of the girl's showers and locker room. It goes with the job."
Gwen excitedly said, "Oh, do it, Dick. Put the fox in charge of the hen house. Estelle will love it, and Don will love it if Estelle loves it."
"Fuck it. Why not? Release Ann Baxter, move Tonya to Ann's class, and tell John he's the girl's PE teacher. Tell him to run the locker room anyway he sees fit and we'll handle all parent complaints. Correction, you two will. I don't want to hear from or see any upset parents. Don't use threats or intimidation. Win them over to our way of doing things. Invite them down to witness John giving the girls a workout, and if they don't agree that giving the job to a child molester is in their daughter's best interest, then we'll talk about getting nasty."
"Aye aye, sir."
"You know, those two will get us back in compliance, or at least get the state off my back. Why didn't I think of this last Monday? It's fucking beautiful. I feel like I'm running a god damn baby harem."
The bell rang as Gwen said, "You are, Dick, and all that tight little pussy out there is yours for the taking. Right now, all that tight pussy is all walking away on sexy little legs."
"Go get me one, a little one, a blonde, and make sure she's a virgin."
Gwen said, "Aye Aye, Sir!" and whipped out a snappy salute, then she was off at a trot. Gloria was right behind her. Five minutes later, they dragged a frightened and confused little second grader into his office with her panties around her ankles. In less than a minute, they had her stripped naked and laid out on Dick's desk with Dick standing at her wide-spread crotch stroking his dick.
She stared at his dick, poking at the tight lips of her splayed crotch, then said, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck you, and then these women get you, and then your Mommy and Daddy will have to come and get you, and they'll fuck you, too."
She looked at the dick denting her slit and said, "Oh ... I'm not in any trouble, am I?"
"No, you're being kept after school for looking too cute and sexy to let go. Gwen, when I'm done, call her folks and tell them that. Now, sweetheart, are you ready?"
"I guess ... ughh ... ugh ... UGH ... ouch ... OUCH! Oh, that hurts. UGH ... ugh ... ughhh. That's better. Ummm ... ah ... ugh. Are you gonna put it all in? UGH ... ughhh ... ah ... ahhh. Wow, how'd you do that? That feels good, now. Ahhh ... yes ... I like it. Jenny was right. It only hurts a little bit."
Gloria said, "I can see we don't need to hold this slut down. Dick, you're a master cherry buster. You should start keeping count. How many is this, now?"
"Twelve, fourteen, who counts. I run a kiddie harem. I don't have time to count."
After assisting in the little girl's rape, Gloria left the school headed for the Cummings residence for a surprise visit. She left right after the girl's daddy fucked her, and he fucked her right after she ate her mother to orgasm. If all parents were going to be as easy as they were, they had it made. They almost seemed grateful for having their kid broken in for them.
Dottie answered the door and admitted Gloria without knowing who she was or what she wanted. Alfred, reading the afternoon paper, didn't like her attitude as she wandered about, looking things over, so he set his paper down, got up and stood in Gloria's path. Gloria pushed him aside and kept casing the joint. She wandered down the hall with both on her heels, found the master bedroom, entered, stripped naked, and laid on the bed with her legs wide, stroking a finger through her wet pussy.
Dottie and Alfred looked down on the naked Amazon from the foot of their bed as though looking at some alien creature that just crashed through their roof and landed on the bed. They looked to each other several times, and then Alfred said, "Do you mind if I ask what you're doing here?"
"I'm masturbating."
"I see that, but why here?"
"I figured you had a bed."
Dottie, becoming amused, said, "Do you do this a lot, just walk into people's homes and start masturbating?"
"No, but you will from now on. I just wanted to show you how it's done and to see what it was like."
Alfred, getting annoyed, said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm the school nurse. I examined your daughter today. She has some very unusual scars on her twat, ass, and nipples, clear signs of long term and ongoing child abuse. I've been trained to get at the truth and spent three hours today getting the truth out of Joann. You two are very nasty parents, but I like very nasty parents."
Relief showed on both faces. They had a female perv. What a relief. Alfred smiled and said, "Then you'll love us."
"I like them because I can make them do anything. I can make nasty parents like you two eat shit right from a dead dog's ass." Alfred went to the dresser. Gloria calmly said, "If you point a gun at me, you'll fry. I am not the only one who knows, and the others know I'm here and why I'm here. If I don't return from here as pretty as I came, they'll send the cops to take you away."
Alfred shut the drawer and looked to Dottie, sharing a look that said, "We're fucked."
Gloria saw it and said, "Yes, you two are fucked. I own your asses, so get out of your clothes and amuse me. Dottie, you amuse my cunt; Al, you get to amuse my udders.
"I SAID AMUSE ME!"
They hurriedly undressed and began amusing Gloria.
"There, that's better. Now, here's the deal. I'm keeping Joann at my place until Friday when she'll be released back to you, but only after you perform with her for a select group of local child molestation fans. Put on a good performance, you get her back, fuck it up or don't show up and you won't need her back. By the time you get out of prison, you'll be great grandparents and Joann won't want you around them."
Alfred took the nipple from his mouth to say ... who knows, because Gloria slapped the back of his head and knocked his mouth back on the nipple, saying, "You have nothing to say, so shut the fuck up and keep sucking. And, bitch, use more tongue action in my fuck hole and don't neglect my asshole. Now, where was I?
"Oh yes, the show. This has got to be the sexual molestation of a child to end all sexual molestations of a child. We want the works: fuckin', suckin', whippin', extreme bondage, twat torture, piss, shit, dogs, rings, tattoos, the works. Work her over good, and you can have what's left of her back for keeps. Be warned, though, if you can't impress over one hundred seasoned child molesters, if you get more thumbs down than up, the cops will take you away. They'll be there, the entire force, chief and all--a big fan, the chief.
"We'll have everything there that you'll need including helpers. I've prepared a list of acts we want featured. Be working on those, and get with the program coordinator, Gwen Adams, from the school. Coordinate your act with her so she can see that everything is ready and there. By the way, this will be done in the school cafeteria on Friday night, and we'd like you there at six for a dry run. And, Dottie, shave that rug you have between your legs.
"I think that about covers everything. I have to piss. Dottie, suck the piss out of me.
"I said suck the piss out of me, bitch!"
Dottie sucked the piss out of her, and man could that Amazon piss after chugging a six pack on a full bladder. She almost popped that little bitch. With the last dribbling drop in her belly, Dottie sank to the floor and rolled to her back, holding her ballooned belly while groaning.
Gloria shoved Alfred off her tit making a pop. She climbed off the bed and picked up her clothes, looked at the two, shook her head, and walked out. Alfred crawled on his knees to Dottie and said, "God damn, Dottie, did you swallow all that piss?"
"Unngh ..."
"Jesus Christ, you look seven months pregnant."
"Ungmmm ..."
Alfred took her by the hands and dragged her to
the bathroom, propped her up to the toilet bowl, and just in time.
Dottie projectile vomited over a gallon of piss and was trying
to bring up another quart when the lid hit her on the back of
the head and she busted her lip on the rim of the toilet bowl.
This just wasn't her day. Earlier, she tore a nail doing the laundry.
Thursday, day four, went over histories already given to clarify details and inconsistencies. Day four was a tying-up-the-loose-ends day with very little overt sex-play other than the five trips Dick made to select girls.
Friday was the first day devoted to sex and was mostly instructional, a real class on the subject, going over the mechanics of sex and reproduction using live models, of course. There were no virgins remaining by Friday afternoon, Dick having scored the last one by two that afternoon.
On Friday night, one hundred and ninety people packed the small school cafeteria, exceeding the fire code maximum by twenty. That was no problem as the fire marshal was there, but it was crowded and hard to see until someone got the bright idea to place the long tables along the walls and have those in back stand on them. This solved the problem and opened up some room to work and gave the camera crew room to move around.
What these one hundred and ninety people witnessed was the child molestation of the century. No child was ever more thoroughly molested and lived to tell about it. To list all the things they did to this little doll would bore you. Suffice it to say, nothing was done half-assed, and nothing was omitted. She was a mess from head to toe, bloody in the crotch, ringed and tattooed, and full of piss. As they wheeled her out to the waiting ambulance, Gloria stopped them to look in Joann's face. She was still there, barely.
"Well, kid, was it all you thought it would be?"
Joann cracked a weak smile and uttered, "Yeah, finally. I think I broke my leg like you said, both of them."
"It was just an expression, you know, like, do great, knock 'em dead, kill 'em tiger."
"Oh. Oh well, legs heal, too."
"Yeah, you'll be back in action in, oh, six months."
"Six months! I can't be laid up for six months. What about Judy's class? I can't miss that."
"Relax, I'll have them set that body cast with your legs in the splits with a big hole for your pussy. You won't miss anything, and I'll see that you're in class on Monday. How's that?"
"Sounds great! Thanks, Gloria. Tell Gwen thanks, too. And remember that other stuff. Mail the film. See that my mom gets fucked and my dad gets screwed."
[If you'd like to see how that film was received by both sets of grandparents, check out "Surprise!" but finish reading this before you follow the link, because you'll be taken back to the main story from there.]
"It's all taken care of. Chief Evans hauled them off to jail. They'll both get what you want while they're there. When you're ready for them, we'll let them out. The films will go out first thing in the morning. Okay, take her away, boys, and if anyone asks, she fell down."
The ambulance man said, "Fell down what, the Rockies into a vat of semen? Don't worry. She fell down. Kids are falling down left and right. It's a damn epidemic. Come on, Mark, pull."
As the cafeteria cleared, all exiting stopped when a man burst in and shouted, "Ed Greyson was shot at the game!"
Estelle had already departed. Everyone else just
stopped and looked at each other.
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