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OTEC_The_Novel
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan



Vin rapidly took control of the tiny civil service radio communications 
station.
They would make house calls, delivering fresh baked bread to couples.
He would redo Frankie's first night with the Eskimos.
Vin would take over the husband's body, filling the wife's body with 
massive hormones causing the House Frau to tear, her clothes off, 
fucking Vin while her children watched.
Frankie would gently undress the children as they watched their mother, 
on the living room floor, doing a vaginal anal sandwich with Vin and 
their father as the men of the station, filed into the room taking off 
their clothes preparing to gang fuck the stations newest Polish bride.
In the Eskimo tradition Frankie was gentle, with the children, letting 
them feel her breasts and vagina, before taking a small boys penis into 
her, showing them how babies are made, looking up at the boy's sister 
telling her if they asked nicely her father would let her hold his penis.
She would ask brother and sister if they would like to "play house" 
pretending they were man and wife, making a baby while everyone watched.
The Eskimo tradition is a self sustaining across generations, because 
children are never forced to do anything, they participate willingly, 
and on becoming adult, they enthusiastically share the marvelous gift 
with their children.

Within a month Vin had the entire population of the station, men women 
and children attending twice weekly sex orgies in the general purpose 
room, formerly used for church services on Sunday.
Vin and Frankie had delivering fresh baked bread to the minister and his 
wife as two dozen Eskimo men waited outside, knowing when the door swung 
open, they would find the unapproachable minister's wife, naked on the 
living room floor, holding her legs apart as her husband watched.
Racial prejudice refused to go away.
In the the beginning at least, Eskimos were not invited.
Vin's solution to the racial prejudice problem was a Polish wedding, the 
entire station watching a live sex show.
One white woman volunteer, being gang fucked by multiple Eskimo men.
Vin used his chemical hammer, filling the minister and his wife with 
raging hormones.
Eskimos would cross the river, eager to see a Christian missionary turn 
the pulpit on its side placing a mattress on it before taking his wife's 
ankle length dress off, holding her vagina open, inviting a boatload of 
Eskimos to fuck his wife as a room full of European men and women watched 
the show.
Vin "suggested" each Eskimo bring a sled dog on a leash the following 
Sunday .
The entire station and a number of Eskimo men and women gathered to watch.
The room was filled with a hushed silence as over a hundred men women 
and children watched a Christian missionary take off his conservative 
business suit before fucking several bitch dogs in heat, looking down, 
at his wife, on her back, holding her legs apart as the Eskimos led 
thirty seven male sled dogs into the room.
After about four hours Vin moved close, staring into the woman's eyes, 
yanking away her chemical straitjacket, as he removed her recent memories, 
returning her to the unapproachable minister's wife, she had been two weeks 
before.
She was too civilized to make a scene, unable to contemplate running naked
out of her husband's church, a trail of dog semen flowing from her vagina.
After she fucked three more dogs, Vin cut in line, climbing on top of 
the catatonic woman, penetrating her, thrusting vigorously.
"I can leave you, as you are right now, no one need ever know ... or I can 
do this:"
Vin said giving her a brief shot of tabby cat hormones.
"But you must make a choice, I will leave you as I found you if you say 
nothing."
"Please, in the name of God, return the pleasure to me."
"You don't need me to do that, you can do it yourself."
"I don't understand."
"You are laying there are like a starfish, put your arms around me, 
start rocking your hips."
"Oh, dear God!" She exclaimed looking up at Vin, eyes filled with wonder 
and lust.
"You have twenty more dogs, and at least thirty five men in line behind me,
are you woman enough to fuck them all?"
"Yes! But only if you promise to spend all night with me later."

Within a week the station managers wife began holding twice weekly 
coffee klatchs.
Women would do their hair and nails, wearing their best dress, meeting 
to discuss who would bring meat or salad items to the potluck meal 
scheduled for later in the week.
There would also discuss plans for events that followed the meal.
Women with coffee cups, balanced on their knees would take turns 
suggesting what would make a good live sex show.
Once they had consensus, all eyes would turn to the suggest-or, who 
turned bright pink, "reluctantly volunteering" to do it.
On Saturday the volunteer would always put on her live sex show, getting 
everyone in the mood.
Sometimes, but not always, the live sex show woman was also the Polish 
bride.
There were no rules.
Once they brought a twelve-year-old girl, announcing that Vin would 
deflower her in the center of the room.

On this day it was the station managers blonde wife, on her back on an 
Army Cot, with a room full of people watching, shouting encouragement as 
she looked up at them, arms around a golden retriever, giving Vin's hunting 
dog a vigorous fuck.
Once Roger and the station managers wife had finished warming up the crowd,
Pauline climbed off the green folding Army Cot had that had replaced the 
podium at the front of the room, taking a bow, smiling at Frankie, 
transferring the crowd's attention to her.
Frankie's two boys beaming with pride, began undressing their attractive 
mother.
Over the next four hours they were going to watch thirty five Eskimo men 
fuck their Polish-bride-to-be mother
Five boatloads of Eskimo men had crossed the river on hearing , who the 
Saturday afternoon Polish bride was, and what their sexual hostess intended.
The Polish bride had invited them to have sex with her, Eskimo men were 
not Invited to participate in the European only orgy.
The men lined up, getting naked, proudly display their erections.
Smiling at the naked men, Frankie undressed her two boys, stroking their 
tiny erections.
As the crowd applauded, she picked her oldest boy up, leaning back, 
spreading her legs, holding the small boys chest with both hands as she 
guided his tiny penis into her vagina.
Her children were too young to ejaculate, but they thrust their tiny 
penises into their mothers vagina vigorously, as the Eskimo men smiled, 
waiting patiently.
Eskimos understand and respect the special sexual bond between mothers 
and sons.
They were doing more than displaying Eskimo politeness, as they waited 
patiently for Frankie.
She was one, of only three European women on the station, who would 
gang-bang Eskimos, and the only white woman who would do anal.
Eskimo culture is not terribly into double vaginals and sandwiches, 
viewing anal sex.
as something no man's wife would do, privately or publicly.
The cultural gap was bridged as Frankie stood, motioning Vin onto the cot.
The Eskimo men drew close watching the European perversion intently, as 
Frankie thoroughly lubricating Vin's oversized penis, before taking him up 
he ass.
"I am ready." She announcing to the room, leaning back, spreading her legs.
I wondere how many Eskimos it will be next week. Vin thought as he felt 
the first brown uncircumcised penis penetrat his mother's vagina, stroking 
vigorously.
Through his living condom he felt his mother's cunt spasm as the first 
of many loads of hot semen squirted into her.
She continued spasming uncontrollably as four European men stepped 
forward, holding her wrists and ankles.
Vin did not realize what was happening until he felt hairy legs on 
either side of him.
Pauline had led Roger the golden retriever, back for seconds.
He felt his mother go into continuous uncontrolled orgasm as she was 
sandwiched by her adult eldest son and his hunting dog, as a roomful of 
people watched cheering and applauding.
Vin pulled himself back to the present, looking up at a small child, 
stroking his mother sexually.
I was cute and sexy when I was six years old. Vin thought, admiring himself.
"We have the sexiest mom in the world." Frankie's oldest boy said, 
meaning every word of it, as he slid four fingers into his mothers 
vagina, gently massaging her clitoris, with his thumb, looking up at her 
lovingly.
And I knew how to treat a woman. Vin thought.
Six-year-old Vin was not the only boy touching his mother at that 
moment, in the Eskimo tradition prepubescent children were encouraged to 
fondle adult genitalia.

Everyone got naked for the potluck meal, children ate first, rapidly 
clearing their plates, the children's hour was about to begin.
As adults circulated, eating and drinking, children would scamper about 
underfoot, reaching up stroking adult genitals, doing their best to be 
noticed, to be accepted in the world of adult sexuality.
In the Eskimo way children were not excluded from adult sex play.
They self selected, once the adult sex, orgy started, tiny girls who 
felt they were big enough, found an empty mattress, laying on their backs, 
spreading their legs.
Really small children had a separate orgy off to the side, aping the 
adult behavior they were witnessing three-year-old boys who had fucked their 
mothers, sharing their sexual knowledge with two year old girls.

Vin enjoyed watching social women, no hint on their pleasant faces, that 
a young boy was fisting her shoulder deep as she engaged in small talk.
Men would engage the women, as she was he fisted, in polite 
conversation, drinking ginger ale, face impassive as her six-year-old 
daughter stood on their feet, arms around their thighs,
giving them a blow job.
Young girls, of all ages, would stroke a man's penis, as he watched the 
live sex show.
Sometimes the sex show was a gang bang, as all of the boys did one of 
the mothers.
Sometimes, young girls were the sex show, a proud mother standing beside 
her three-year-old daughter, as a four-year-old boy fucked her.

The day before Vin had a Ménage à trois with the twelve-year-old girl 
and her mother.
He had taken his hunting dog with him.
The young girl stood on an Ottoman, undressing Vin and her mother.
As mother spread her legs, daughter grabbed Vin's penis, guiding him 
into a warm and willing vagina.
Mom was a good fuck, monopolizing Vins attention, until he felt her go 
rigid.
Following her gaze he almost turned himself inside and out with the most 
violent climax of his life.
The eighty pound girl was on the Ottoman on her back, fucking the dog!
Looking out from under the animal she announced she was ready to be a 
Polish bride,
declaring proudly she had sex with twenty two men the previous Saturday, 
preferring men with uncircumcised penises.
"I will fuck the Golden retriever first, then the Eskimos." She declared 
causing her mother to began pissing on Vin as she climaxed.

"Wow! We should take a trip together more often!" Vin's mother declared, 
when they were back in bed together.
"You have a date." Vin promised, penetrating her thrusting vigorously.
"My! You're all fired up!"
"Memories."
"Sexy ones?"
"Incredibly sexy, you have continuous memories of our last six months in 
the far north.
My memories just updated seconds ago.
I now remember fucking you when I was six years old.
When we shut the slice down I acquired all the recent memories of me as 
a six year old boy fucking his mother, as a room full of men watched me 
do it.
I was convinced my tiny dick was going to explode when you pulled your 
dress up to your armpits, commanded, my brother and I to pull your panties 
off, exposing your marvelous cunt.
I thought my mind was going to melt when you held my hand while fucking 
a room full of men."
"I thought your tiny dick was going to explode when the Eskimo picked 
you up."
"We owe him a debt of gratitude, he did not ask either of us if it was 
right or proper, he just picked me up,
pushing my stiff dick into your vagina."
"I thought it was great ... then and now." She said, throwing her arms 
around her eldest son, smiling, as he shuddered in climax squirting 
scalding hot semen into her warm and willing vagina.
"Don't forget me!"
"Mom you remember, the minister's wife? I have offered her a job working 
in a whorehouse and she has accepted."
"May I introduce my mother." Vin said thrusting away.
"Don't forget me either!"
"Mom you remember, the twelve year old girl from Georgia? I have offered 
her a job working in the pedophile whorehouse, she and her golden retriever 
Roger will start tomorrow.
She is anxious to meet Penny and her friend Winston"

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