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   One Sick Puppy to All   
   Story: Jessi g7 (1/2)   
   15 Jul 06 16:16:16   
   
   From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Jessi  g7   
      
   Little seven year old Jessi was in her light pink, Dacron pajamas.  Her   
   hair was tied into little ribboned pigtails.  Jessi's father then bent down   
   to talk to her.  "Are you sure your ready for this?' he asked her.  Jessi   
   nodded with her normal, unsure, and quiet child's way.   
      
       Her mother beamed a smile at her and bent over to kiss her cheek.  Jessi   
   smiled back, warmed by mothers approval.  She then took out a new stick of   
   lipstick, cherry red, and painted a large amount onto the waiting child's   
   mouth.  It was caked on, but neatly done to help her look right for uncle   
   Jerry.   
      
       Uncle Jerry then came out of the bathroom, naked and ready.  He had   
   shaved his pubic area just for this occasion.  His penis was fully extended   
   and Jessi's eyes went wide.  She turned to her mother out of concern but   
   her mother turned her back and reassured her that it was all right.   
      
       Then Jerry's friends, Mitch, and Danny came in, naked and shaved as   
   well. Mitch bent down saying, "So this is her?" and held his hand out for   
   Jessi.  "Hi.  I'm Mitch.  Pleased to meet you."   
      
       Jessi pulled back a little at first but then took his hand shyly and   
   said a soft, "Hi."   
      
       That's when her mother said, "Okay, sweety.  Be a good girl in there."   
   and handed her the lipstick.  It was for Jessi to keep her lips painted for   
   her uncle and his friends.  Jessi's father was handing him some blue,   
   triangular pills.   
      
       Jerry said, "I don't need Viagra for her."   
      
       The father replied, "I know.  But I don't want you guys concerned about   
   if it's too much for her.  You boys give till it hurts.  Understand?"   
      
       Mitch straitened up and all three naked men said a mock "Yes sir!"   
   together.   
      
       They led little Jessi into the bedroom and she looked a little worried   
   to her parents before the door shut between them.   
      
       Jessi's mom and dad sat on the chairs outside the bedroom door.  Mother   
   asked, "Do you think she'll be all right?"   
      
       "Oh, yes." father replied casually.  "It worked a little with that one   
   time uncle Jerry first had her.  I think it'll work better with three of   
   them." They both remember the time uncle Jerry had lost control and   
   molested her.  It had taken them all by surprise.  Nobody knew about   
   Jerry's preference, he had hid it so well from everybody.  Jessi wouldn't   
   have told anyone but when they found her asleep, the parents would not let   
   it rest until they found out how.   
      
       Jerry confessed to them half out of shame and half out of wanting to   
   help.  He had no idea what his loss of control would do either.   
      
       The best doctors hadn't found anyway to get Jessi to sleep naturally and   
   were all afraid of the amount of drugs it would take her to get her to   
   sleep a normal nights worth.  Nothing else worked.  Not herbs, not   
   hypnotism, or any far flung idea from other countries.   
      
       But she only slept for an hour more before she was wide awake and   
   running down again.   
      
       Tonight, they hoped for this to work.   
      
       It was ten minutes before they heard Jessi's cry out.  Mother got up to   
   help but father held her back to her chair.  "It's for the best, dear." he   
   told her, patting her leg.   
      
       "I know.  I want her to get well." Momma said, biting her lip.  She   
   worried but no more cries came from beyond the door.   
      
       After fifteen more minutes, both parents jumped when the door flung open   
   and Jerry was leading a pajama bottomless Jessi to the bathroom.  "She had   
   to go potty." Jerry said over his shoulder to them and the bathroom door   
   closed.  When they came back out,slower this time, Both mom and dad looked   
   over little Jessi to see if she was all right.  Jessi's lipstick was   
   smeared badly and more had been put on.  Her eyes were red like she'd been   
   crying which amplified her already baggy eyes.  Frank had a lipstick ring   
   most of the way down his still fully erect cock and some smudges on his   
   shaven pubic bone as well.  He would have had to have been most of the way   
   into her throat to do that.   
      
       Father looked in and the other men had lipstick on there mouths as well   
   as their cocks too.  Then the door was starting to shut again and father   
   yelled, "I want to see more lipstick on you boys then that.  That's why   
   she's wearing it, understand?" But he saw only leers as the door clicked   
   shut.   
      
       Mother was becoming a nervous wreck.  "I don't think I can stand the   
   wait." she said and got up to pace.   
      
       Father got up beside her and held her arm.  "Come on, dear.  Lets go get   
   some coffee.  They're going to by awhile, I'm sure."   
      
       She smiled sadly to him and said, "Okay."   
      
       As they just about left the hall, they both unmistakably heard Jessi's   
   voice cry out in a series of "Huh!"s.   
      
       Mother bit her lip some more and was led out.  Father smiled back at the   
   door.  He loved his little girl very much.  He knew this was for the best.   
      
      
      
      
      
       It was many hours before the door opened again.  Jerry came out carrying   
   a soundly sleeping Jessy.  Her mouth was extremely smeared with lipstick as   
   well as her crotch in front and behind.  Also her hands and random places   
   on her now naked body.  Mother took her and kissed her forehead.  "Lets   
   hope you sleep, sweety." and carried her away.   
      
       Father turned back to look Jerry over.  He was sweating and had lipstick   
   caked all over his face and now flaccid penis.  The other men looked as   
   worn out as well.   
      
       "I hope this worked." father said to them.   
      
       "It's gotta.  We're going to sleep for a few days ourselves." He wiped   
   his brow.  "Whew.  I don't think I've ever worked that hard in my life."   
      
       He got a chorus of "Me either"s while the father shook all there hands   
   and thanked them.   
      
      
      
      
      
       Father found mother in Jessi's room.  She'd cleaned her face gently but   
   otherwise, nothing that might wake her up.  There would be lipstick stains   
   on the sheets as well as multiple bodily fluids from Jessi and the adult   
   men.  Both parents looked her over before covering her with a blanket.  She   
   had been seriously fucked hard.  More then most adults would ever know in   
   their lifetime.   
      
       "Look." mother said, whispering.  "I've never seen her sleep this   
   soundly before.  This might work."   
      
       Father nodded.  If it did work, they'd have to experiment around to see   
   the minimum amount of fucking needed to put her to sleep.  Seven year old   
   girls just weren't built for gang bangs like this one.   
      
       Father was also hoping it would work with just one man in the future   
   because uncle Jerry has only visiting from across the country.  That meant   
   father would have to take over when it was time for uncle Jerry to go.  He   
   couldn't let his daughter be fucked by just anybody.   
      
       Maybe he could talk Jerry into moving in with them.  It was possible   
   that it would still take two men or more.   
      
      
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