From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: An Unusual Occurance   
      
      
      
       The day is cold and sunny and if it matters I'm in   
   Alaska, belly crawling down a line of spruce trees   
   with camera gear. My objective is to photo Sandhill   
   cranes. There are about a thousand of these birds in a   
   field on the other side of the trees, but I have to be   
   sneaky or they will fly away. I have wild rose thorns   
   in my knees and hands but the magnificent concert of   
   cranes on display keeps me focused on my mission. I   
   find a spot with a nice thick cover of moss on the   
   ground and a well concealed vantage point with room   
   for the tripod and lens. As I set my gear up some   
   nearby cranes eye me nervously and walk away, but more   
   come by and soon the camera view is filled with large   
   gray birds that came here to procreate. The antics of   
   these creatures seem outrageous, as they flap and   
   squawk, and point their heads up and howl at the moon,   
   but are humans on display any less outrageous? I make   
   hundreds of images over the next hour and hope I get   
   some good enough to sell.   
       Suddenly a great chorus of scared cranes sounds and   
   with a huge noise of panic and wing flapping almost   
   all fly off. I'm hoping to get a shot of a golden   
   eagle or gyrfalcon hunting, but I hear voices and soon   
   see five teenage looking girls walking toward me   
   across the field. They must be from the religious   
   commune nearby and I don't know much about them as   
   they are very secretive, and one seldom sees the young   
   ones. I'm hoping they don't see me and I pull my   
   camera back and watch.   
       They all have day packs and keep walking my   
   direction but angle off and enter the tree line about   
   fifty feet from me. I'm thinking a picnic is what   
   their doing and start to pack my gear when I hear   
   "HANDS UP MISTER OR I PLUG YOU" I freeze and raise my   
   hands, glancing behind and seeing a plain looking,   
   black haired girl of about eighteen with what looks to   
   be a Glock pistol pointed at me.   
       "Please don't shoot me" I say and   
       "Shut the fuck up" is what I hear.   
        "Hey ladies come see what I found"   
       I'm scared, as I can see the trigger is forward on   
   the pistol and I know it might fire, also the shock of   
   being held at gunpoint by a kid is unnerving in the   
   extreme.   
       "Whats up Wendy?"   
       "Check out this perv with a camera Jan" Black   
   haired Wendy says. "He's out here to spy on us"   
       "Good job Wendy we don't need any evidence of our   
   little games" says Jan who is leading a line of three   
   more girls, the oldest is Jan I presume who might be   
   twenty, followed by two who look sixteenish, and one   
   who appears to be twelve or thirteen.   
       "What the hell are you doing here with all this   
   stuff" demands Jan who must be the ring leader.   
       "Just photographing the cranes" I answer. "Just put   
   the gun down and I'll Show you on my camera"   
       "Not a chance asshole, Sara get the rope out of   
   your pack, and Nancy, you and Rachel tie him between   
   those trees there", commands Jan. "Wendy shoot him if   
   he does anything but lays down on his back NOW".   
       I comply and my hands are tied to trees so I'm   
   helpless on my back, but with a gun pointed at me I   
   was already pretty much under their power.   
       "Oh this is going to be good Jan" Wendy says "our   
   very own boy toy, lets see what he's got" and she   
   unhooks my belt and yanks my pants down, there are   
   twigs and stickers poking my butt now and I shiver   
   with cold and fear, "Ha looks like a piece of pie   
   dough" Wendy spits out, and cold fingers are squeezing   
   my balls and pulling me carelessly.   
       "I know how to fix this" Jan knowingly says "Sara   
   take your pants off and give him a taste of your   
   twelve year old pussy"   
       Young Sara is eager to do Jan's bidding and strips   
   in a trice and straddles my head and bends her knees   
   until her hairless mound is blocking my nose. I don't   
   like this but the smell and sight of this awakens my   
   penis and makes him stand up in full glory. Now I'm   
   aroused and my tongue is licking the sweet, smooth,   
   buttery, quim forced upon me.   
       "OOOHHH! AAHHH..." Sara murmurs   
       "Looks like he came to life Jan" Wendy says "Look   
   at that cock! it's absolutely huge and the veins are   
   pulsing, I'd say he likes the taste of Sara and he's   
   had enough, my turn now!" She pulls a trembling Sara   
   off my face and covers me with her very hairy snatch,   
   the smell is strong and the taste is bitter. She   
   grinds on me and I can't help but lick away even   
   though it's quite sticky from some other encounter.   
   Wendy is in full rut now and moves faster.   
       "OH OHH...I..I..OHH!!AAHH..AAHHHH!!!.." and she   
   absolutely covers my face with her essence of climax,   
   which I can't help but devour greedily.   
       "Nancy it's your turn" commands Jan, and Nancy   
   steps over already pant-less and mashes her dripping   
   slit onto my now eager mouth. It's obvious the prior   
   scenes excited her greatly and she is all tasty, just   
   the sweet taste of totally turned on teenager.   
       "MMNFF..NN..I..I..OH!!YI..AH..AH.YESSSSSS..." She   
   exclaims as she spends herself on my helpless face.   
       "Rachel, your turn" pants a very red flushing   
   Nancy.   
       Rachel has been watching her friends please   
   themselves and drops her pants and spreads her tiny   
   pink lips and kisses my mouth sideways, using her   
   engorged clit to French me. I'm sure if my hands were   
   free, a little finger investigation would find an   
   intact hymen. Her scent and taste along with her   
   excited grunts makes me forget I'm a hostage for a few   
   moments. My distended prick feels like it will burst   
   but no one has touched it since it woke up. Rachel's   
   eyes are brilliant with impending ecstasy, and with a   
   long groan and quicker movements she cums, drenching   
   me and almost choking me with the quantity that seems   
   to squirt on me.   
       "All fuckin right, I should of peed on him   
   too"!Expostulates Wendy, as she rubs her crotch. "You   
   really soaked him Rachel". It doesn't taste like wizz   
   and is more viscous, and I know she ejaculated, and   
   judging by her contented look, she knows also. She   
   moves off me and now Jan takes over. She scares me,   
   her eyes have a cruel knowing look and I'm sure she   
   has seen way more sex depravity than I've ever dreamed   
   of.   
       "OK mister picture man, picnic is over". Jan says   
   as she pulls an object out of her pack. I can't see it   
   but her eyes tell me she likes to give pain. My cock   
   wilts like a popped balloon, and I tremble.   
       "Look he's scared ha ha", Laughs Wendy "his thingy   
   has shrunk to nothing ha ha ha ".   
       "Wendy you and Nance pull his legs back to his ears   
   and hold him tight" Jan commands.   
       Each girl grabs a leg and pulls it up to my head   
   totally exposing my anus. Then a tickling sensation   
   followed by a cold painful stretch as something cold   
   and smooth is rudely invading my virgin ass. I can do   
   nothing but pant as Jan's face glows with pleasure at   
   my agony.   
      
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