                          Heck of a Job
                               by 
                             Dogboy

     I like my job.  The pay isn't much, management sucks, and 
health plans and the such are a fantasy, but the "benefits" 
really count!
     I work at "Monster Mart," (The large department store at the 
Galleria) in the toy department.  The main attraction happens to 
be (you guessed it) all those beautiful little girls that come 
by!
     It all started one day when I was "recovering" the 
department (lingo for cleaning up after messy customers) near the 
end of an aisle leading into the main aisle.  I heard a couple of 
people walking towards me, and automatically glanced up and back 
down at my work...

     Hold it!

     I quickly looked back up and noticed that walking towards me 
was a mother in her late 20's or early 30's pushing a shopping 
cart with a 7 or 8 year old dark-haired girl walking alongside, 
and another little girl of the same age with red hair inside the 
cart.  This was not unusual.  Something else was:

     THE LITTLE  DARK-HAIRED GIRL WAS FINGERING HER PUSSY AS SHE 
WALKED DOWN THE ISLE!

     The little dark-haired girl was wearing red sweat-pants, a 
blue top, black shoes, and a grin as her right hand reached down 
and tickled her pussy through her pants every few seconds, then 
casually pulling it away when her mother looked in her direction.  
My dick grew hard in my pants, reaching its full 6 inches as I 
looked at this awesome sight!
     I was cleaning the shelf and peeking a look when I heard the 
girl ask "Mommy, can I look at the toys!  Please Mommy?!" and the 
red-haired girl piped up "Yeah, Mom!  I wanna look at the dolls!  
I wanna look at Barbies!"
     "OK!  OK!  Give me a minute!" said the mother as she took 
the other child out of the basket.  Both children were bolting to 
the next aisle over in seconds.
     I walked over to the next aisle casually to continue my 
"cleaning" (right!) which just happened to contain the Barbie 
isle, and two adorable little girls.
     I got a closer look at the two children as I walked in the 
aisle.  The little girl in red was still rubbing herself.  
"Susan," whispered the red-haired girl, "Mommy told us not to 
touch our coo's like that!  Mommy will get mad!"  
     "I know, Barbara," said Susan, "but my cunny feels SO good 
when I rub it!"      "Besides," she said, "you were rubbing yours 
last night in bed!"






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     I got even harder at the thought!  I had a plan!  I walked 
up to Susan and looked down.  By this time she had  a hand in her 
pants and was slowly rubbing her pussy directly, with the angle 
of her hand pulling the material away from her waist, giving me a 
look at her cunt not filled with fingers.
     "I have an idea, Susan," I said.  Susan jumped and spun 
around while pulling her fingers out of her pants, while Barbara 
just looked shocked.
     "I didn't mean to scare you," I said as they looked at me 
and noticed my gray vest and store-issue name-tag reading "Bob 
Parker".  Both relaxed slightly when it was decided I was not 
either a "strange sicko" come to kidnap them and commit vague 
crimes on them or "Mom" come to punish them for touching 
themselves.
     Barbara recovered from her shock first (not being caught 
with her hands in between her legs like her sister) and asked 
"Wha-what do you want?"
     "I said I have an idea," I said.  "My name is Bob.  I 
overheard your problem and I can fix it.  Your mother told you 
not to touch yourselves, right?"
     "Yeah," they both nodded, looking slightly embarrassed.
     "Well," I said, "Mommy didn't tell you that you couldn't let 
other people touch you.  Just rub each other!"
     Barbara said, "We tried that, but when Susan touched my coo 
it hurt when she rubbed it, and I rubbed her too much and she 
peed all over the bed!"
     "Susan!  Barbara!" called the mother, "Lets go, I need to 
buy a stereo to replace the broken one.  We are heading to the 
Home Electronics Department!"
     Susan and Barbara ran off towards their mother's voice as I 
went to the phone.  I called Bill, the guy in the next department 
over.  "Bill!  This is Bob.  Look, I need to go to Home 
Electronics to cover.  Can you take over toys?"
     "Yeah, sure!" replied Bill.  I had loaned him some cash to 
cover an abortion for his girlfriend and he was happy to repay me 
in any way that he could.
     My next call was to John in Electronics.  "John!  Bob here.  
You wanna take a break now, instead of  11:30?  I'll cover.   No 
problem, buddy!  Anytime for a friend!" I said, making my next 
arrangement with a big smile.
     Hurriedly,  I wandered over to Electronics where the mother 
was heading to, her shopping-cart full of the "bargain" beach 
towels that were on sale for "60% off" (after the store raised 
the original price 65% the week before) leaving little room in 
the cart for goods, much less children.
     I entered the area and walked through the security gate, 
closing the small door to the cashier's booth behind me.  I 
looked up as the mother wandered in the security gate, and up to 
the counter.
     "Excuse me.  I am looking for a home-stereo.  Where would 
those be?" asked the girls' mother.  I pointed to the back, and 
walked over that way, to show the different models.  I asked 
"What do you think you will need in a stereo?"




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     "Well," replied my customer "I need something with a 
cassette, a CD and a turntable.  We have many old records that I 
would like to keep."  I showed her the only one we had with a 
phonograph ("What a dinosaur," I thought!)
     "I'll take it!" she said.  I picked up the stereo and lugged 
it to the counter.  It was fairly big, and weighed about 40 
pounds.  The customer put all her other purchases on the counter 
and I rang them up.  Finally came the stereo.  The total came out 
to $419.78 which was paid for with a check by "Patricia Little".  
"Hmmmm," I thought, looking at the address on the check, and ID.  
"She lives down the road a few miles from here."  How convenient!
     Eying the key-chain that Patricia had removed from her purse 
to find her checkbook and noting the Honda symbol on the keys, I 
said, "I will be happy to deliver and set up the stereo for you."
     "Great!" said Patricia.  "I was going to have a hard time 
fitting THAT in my car!  I bought too many of these towels!  My 
address is on the check.  Could you do it tonight?  I'll pay you 
for your trouble.  I just can't sleep unless I have silence!" she 
said.
     Seeing my blank look, Susan piped up "Mommy plays nature 
sounds at night so she won't hear anything and will be able to 
sleep."
     I agreed, and smiling at Patricia and the two girls (who 
were both rubbing their pussies now) and made plans to deliver 
the stereo after work.
     After my shift I grabbed the stereo, and practically ran to 
my pickup in the parking lot, starting it up, and flying towards 
Susan and Barbara's house with the stereo.  I pulled in, and 
knocked at the door.  It was opened by Susan.  I said, "hello, 
Susan.  I have the stereo for your mommy."
     "Mommy had to go to Norent to bring Uncle Mike his spare 
keys.  He locked himself out of his car, and she won't be back 
for about an hour.  She told me and Barbara where to put the 
stereo.  Come on in!" said Susan.
     I quickly looked around and asked "Who else is here with 
you?" "No one.  Just me and Barbara!" said Susan, who had slipped 
her hand back inside her pants and was enjoying a good feel on 
her "coo".
     I quickly walked in with the stereo; and setting it down, I 
reached over, and pulled Susan's hand from her pants.  "Hey!" she 
said.  I leaned over and put her fingers in my mouth, sucking the 
pussy juices off her hand that faintly smelled of pee.  "Ohhhh," 
moaned Susan; "That makes my coo feel even more itchy!" shoving 
her hands back inside her pussy to frig herself some more.
     "Barbara!" called Susan, "Bob from the store is here with 
the stereo.  He is making me feel good too!"
     Barbara quickly wandered in, and seeing her sister's actions 
she said, "Susan!  Mom said not to touch your coo like that!"  
     "Wait a minute girls!  I have an idea.  I will touch you 
both and no-one will get in trouble," I said to them both.  
Taking a good look at Barbara I noticed that she was a bit too 
fidgety.





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     I reached over and slid my hand down Barbara's jumper into 
her panties.  She gasped.  I slid my hand around the lips of her 
pussy, and she kept gasping and tightening up until finally I 
slid a finger between them and flicked her baby clitty with my 
thumb.  She melted in my arms!  (God she was wet!)  Barbara 
spread her legs as wide as they would go and pressed both hands 
on my hand to get more pressure on her pussy, while moaning 
"Ohhhh!  Don't stop!  Pleeeaaase don't stop!!"  Looking in 
Susan's direction I said, "You have to touch your sister's cunny 
gently, so you don't hurt her."
     I continued fingering Barbara's snatch for several minutes 
until she started moaning "Oh!  That feels so good!  Slow down or 
I'll pee myself!  Slow down!  But please don't stop!!"
     Susan looked at us, and pointed left to a small door, that 
led to the bathroom.  We all went in and I stood next to the tub, 
and rubbed Barbara's snatch faster.  "Wait," said Barbara.  She 
removed all her clothing except socks and panties and stood in 
the tub.  (For some reason she was shy about showing me her pussy 
just yet.)  I rubbed her cunt frantically.  Her pussy finally 
twitched (hell, her whole body shook!) and she let loose a stream 
of pee when her small body climaxed.  I waited until she relaxed 
and I removed my fingers.  "Mommy doesn't like us to touch 
ourselves, so I hold my pee until I almost wet myself and have to 
rub myself to keep from wetting my pants.  If mommy sees me, she 
just tells me to hurry up to the bathroom before I make a mess," 
said Barbara.
     I stripped her wet panties and socks off her, and Susan 
giggled.  "It's silly to almost pee your pants just to touch your 
coo.  Just do it when no-one is looking!"
     I wiped Barbara's pussy with a face-cloth and said to them 
both, "Well lets all go to your bedroom and I'll show you what I 
meant earlier."
     "OK!" both quickly agreed.  We all ran to their small 
bedroom off the main hall.  The left twin bed turned out to be 
Susan's.  Both children stripped all their clothes off, and stood 
bare-assed before me and waited for instruction.  I took my 
clothes off quickly and both girls were slightly shocked and 
embarrassed.
     "What are you doing!?" screeched Susan and Barbara together.  
"Well," I said, "I saw you naked, so why shouldn't you see me?  
Don't worry, I won't do anything to either one of you, if you 
don't ask." This statement relaxed both girls visibly.
     Susan shyly came over to me, and looked my cock and balls 
over.  She reached out and touched the head of my cock (which was 
raging hard from sliding my fingers inside little girls snatches) 
I moaned, and said, "Please touch it!" and showed her exactly 
what felt best for me in a hand job.  I explained "A boy has a 
penis or a 'cock' or 'dick' just like girls have a vagina or a 
'cunny' or a 'coo'.  It feels good when you touch a boy like that 
just like when someone touches your coo."
     The girls looked curious.  "Does a boy pee white pee in your 
throat to give you a baby?  Can the baby get stuck in your throat 
and make you die?" asked Barbara.  "The girls at school tell 
stories when the boys aren't around."



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     I smiled and said, "No.  The boy gets a hard penis like 
mine, and when you are a little older, he will put it inside your 
hole, underneath your bum, and slide it in and out until he 
'cums' inside your cunny.  If the come gets lucky, it will mate 
with an egg inside your belly and make a baby, but you are both 
too young for a baby to come yet."
     Susan continued jerking me of at the same speed, and I said, 
"Faster!  Grab a little tighter!  faster!"  I could feel myself 
starting to get really turned on.  After a few minutes of her 
little hand working hard, I said, "I'm gonna come!  It'll make a 
mess.  Get me something!"  Barbara was grabbing her pee-stained 
panties for me to shoot into, when I erupted; and seeing nothing 
else to do, Susan put my cock-head in her mouth!  I blew my load 
like Mt.  St.  Helens, and collapsed like the old man in the 
rocking chair.
     When my heart-rate went down, and I stopped breathing heavy, 
I opened my eyes to look at the two girls standing in front of 
me.  Susan was swallowing the last of my come and wiping the 
cream from her mouth that she wasn't able to take in.  Both girls 
were rubbing their pussies furiously now, obviously turned on by 
my actions.  
     I stopped both girls.  I positioned Susan on the floor with 
her legs open.  I then got on my knees and reached towards her 
with my mouth.  "What are you doing?!" exclaimed Susan.  I said, 
"I am going to use my lips and tongue on your cunny.  I am going 
to lick you so much you will beg me to stop!"  "But that's where 
I pee from!" said Susan, in shock.  
     "Just relax, and enjoy yourself," I said with a warm (and 
lustful) smile.
     Looking at Barbara I said, "This is called 'eating out' a 
pussy.  Both of you watch so you will know what to do."
     Susan shoved her pussy closer to my mouth, but would pull it 
back whenever I went to make contact with my tongue.  "Ohhhh!  
Your breathing on my coo feels too good!  It tickles too much!"
     I held my breath for a second, not allowing the warm air 
from my mouth to touch her beautiful pussy, and she relaxed a 
bit.  Then suddenly, I slid my tongue over her soft, baby smooth 
mound, not quite penetrating the lips.  "Ohhhh!  Keep doing that!  
Rub my cunny with your mouth some more!  It feels soooo good!" 
said Susan, as her hips (small as they were) began jerking back 
and forth, and her legs opened and closed.
     Finally, I slid my tongue in between the pretty lips, into 
the tight, warm slot itself.  Susan's legs began to alternate 
between slamming shut on my head like a vise (almost painful), 
and then opening to their widest extent.  The moaning continued 
for some minutes, while her legs jerked back and forth at top 
speed, and little Susan unconsciously pulled my hair while 
jerking my head tighter to her coo.  Finally, Susan yelled out, 
jerking a few frantic times, and her bladder loosed for a second 
as I sucked on her clitty, releasing a teaspoon of urine on the 
carpet.






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     Turning to Barbara, I asked, "Did you see what I did to your 
sister to make her feel so good?"   "Yes," replied Barbara with a 
husky voice.  Barbara's face was flushed with desire, and she was 
sliding a large Crayola marker up and down the top of her pussy, 
running the smooth, flat edge on her clitty, for once not caring 
who saw.  I reached over, and took her hand, and slid the Crayola 
from her fingers.  I then lay her down on her bed and slid on top 
next to her.  I reached over, and gently rubbed her nipples with 
my fingertips.  Looking at her, I asked "Would you like me to do 
anything with you?"
     "Yes!" she almost shouted.  "What is that?" I asked.  
Barbara's face turned a bright shade of red.  "I want you to put 
<mumble mumble> .. me" said Barbara softly in a shy voice.
     "What did you want, Cutie?  I didn't hear all of what you 
said," I admitted.
     "I said....I said..I..wanted you to put something in my...in 
my coo!  But first I want you to close your eyes!"
     "OK, I will," I stated, closing my eyes tightly, and rubbing 
my penis, which had grown incredibly hard at all the sights, 
sounds and smells.
     The next thing I knew my left wrist was grabbed and a small 
plastic hardened band went on with a clicking sound.  Looking up 
I saw Barbara attaching the other end of a pair of small but 
sturdy looking plastic handcuffs to the metal headboard of the 
bed we lay on.  In her other hand was a soft tube about 5 inches 
long, and tapering from a 1/2 inch to an inch and a half at the 
end with a small spout at the smaller end.  
     Looking closer, it appeared to be a disposable cake 
decorating bag and nozzle.
     "Bob...put this in my cunny hole...and rub it back and forth 
and make me feel good...like you did to Susan.  And don't stop 
'til I say so...or I won't give you the key to the cuffs until 
mommy pulls up, and she'll be mad if the stereo isn't set up when 
she gets here!" stated the desperately horny young girl.
     "No problem, honey.  All you had to do was ask!" I said.  
Personally I was more worried that mom would find more wrong than 
the stereo if I was cuffed here naked with her children and a 
raging hard on!
     I was also curious how Barbara expected a tube of frosting 
to be firm enough to pleasure her hot little pussy.  That was, 
until I grabbed the tube, and noticed it was real cold and firm.  
"Mommy never throws frosting out until we buy more...We just put 
it in the freezer to keep," stated  Barbara, trembling with 
desire.
     I was looked on with a pair of pretty brown eyes, and asked 
"Please, Bob, put it in me now!  My coo is so itchy!  Please make 
it feel good!!" blurted the little girl.
     Barbara spread her legs as wide as they would go, and I 
slowly and carefully worked the soft but firm decorating bag 
inside her little cunny.  Luckily the bag was small enough to 
slide in, and not hurt.  Barbara gasped, "Oh my goodness!  My 
coo!  My coo!  Please rub my coo!!" as I worked the bag in and 
out.




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     Her small childish hips rocked back and forth every time I 
slid the bag around, and she began moaning, "Ohhhhhhh!  Don't 
stop!  Don't you dare stop!  You're tickling my coo!  My coo 
feels sooo good!!  I feel like I gotta pee, but don't you stop!  
I want to keep doing it forever.... After some vigorous rubbing 
and heavy breathing Barbara yelled out "Oh .... OH ..... 
OHHH ...... OHHHH ....... OHHHHH!!"
     At this point, Barbara's pussy jerked in a powerful climax.  
I slowed to a stop with the bag, expecting to slide the bag from 
her and give my tired right arm a rest from pounding her hot 
little cunt.  "Don't you dare pull that out!" yelled the little 
girl in a breathless voice.  Quickly she reached down and pulled 
the bag outward  until it was almost free of her pussy lips, and 
squeezed the end of the bag.  A quick shot of warming vanilla 
frosting flew out from the bag.  Her cunny filled to the brim 
with a white, sweet, and oh so tasty substance.  
     Barbara half stood up, and slid onto my chest, and past, 
with her nude butt sitting on my upper chest, and her pussy in my 
face.  "I want you to lick all the frosting out of my coo and eat 
it, right now!" stated the bossy and more confident girl.
     "Wait a minute!" I said.  "What about me!  My cock is so 
hard my balls are beginning to hurt.  Fair is only fair.."   I 
hoped I sounded convincing.  If I didn't get relief soon, my blue 
balls would begin aching!
     Barbara reversed position, and went into a classic '69', and 
took my cock in her mouth in a quick move.  Only about 3 inches 
fit inside without choking her, or forcing her to learn a quick 
'deep throat' technique, but those 3 inches felt fantastic!  Soon 
Barbara was pistoning her mouth on my prick, using her lips, 
while I didn't even pretend to do anything but lay there for the 
pleasure.  After what felt like forever, I blasted a load of cum 
deep in her mouth, which she spit onto her wet panties before 
assuming her former position.  Unfortunately, I was still hard!
     Susan wandered closer to the scene.  "What else can you do 
with a 'cock' besides rub it and suck it?" she asked.  "If you 
two were older I could put my cock in your cunny and rub it until 
we all came, but I don't want to hurt either one of you...Or you 
could put it in your mouth and lick and suck softly on it until I 
come again!" I said hopefully.  "No, I don't feel like it...its 
too big, and you pee out of it.  I just like the 'cum' that 
shoots out," said Susan, ruining my hopes.  "Wait a minute!" said 
Barbara.  "Why don't you stick it in her bum?"
     I looked at Susan, and her little butt.  "Well," I said, "I 
would rather slide it in your cunnies, but since I can't do that 
I will try if Susan wants."
     Barbara said, "She will like it...She puts a finger in bum 
to make it feel good sometimes; and I saw her putting a 
candlestick in her butt once."
     Susan looked embarrassed for once and yelled "Liar!  I did 
not!"
     "Don't worry!" I said.  "Lots of little girls do that, just 
like lots like to rub their cunnies.  You are not any different 
than them," I assured her.




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     "If you want to, put some Vaseline on your bum first.  I 
want it to feel as good as possible.  That way my cock won't hurt 
your cute little butt!"
     Susan ran and grabbed a jar of Vaseline, and instead of 
touching her bum, she put a large gob of it on the head of my 
cock, and worked it in.  Oh god, that felt so good!
     Susan then sat on my cock, with her butt-cheeks spread, and 
my Johnson slid into a nice, tight, warm home.  Susan felt a bit 
of pressure at first, but I told her to relax, and go slow.  Soon 
she was sliding up and down on my cock to the hilt, and I reached 
over and slid a finger in her cherry pie and began rubbing her 
cunt all over.  Meanwhile I started licking Barbara's coo like 
there was no tomorrow, and she made it hard to breathe by jerking 
her hips forward and backward, and slamming her hot pussy over my 
mouth and nose as I ate the sweet frosting, and the sweeter 
juices running from that hot little girl's box!  Soon we were all 
moaning (mine being muffled by little girl pussy) and slamming up 
and down until finally Barbara could contain herself no more, and 
yelped "My cunny!  My cunny, Suck MY CUNT!  PLEASE SUCK MY LITTLE 
CUNT!  OH!.........OHHHH..........OHHHHHH.....AHHHHHHH!" and lost 
total control of herself, throwing herself backwards from my face 
with a jerk, and peeing on my chest, which ran down my front, 
past my balls, and ran down, I warm stream hitting my asshole.  I 
came fantastically, almost throwing Susan from my cock.  At the 
same time Susan yowled as I slammed my big thruster in her butt 
and rubbed her cunt, "...touch...my coo!...my 
coo...touch...touch!....TOUCH!...MY!!...COOOO!" as she came too; 
all of us collapsing on the now soaked bed.  At this point, I 
could no longer do anything but close my eyes and drift off...
     A few minutes later, Susan and Barbara managed to get off 
me, and get me up (after unlocking the cuff).  I quickly went to 
the bathroom, and wiped myself down in a sponge bath with a face-
cloth I found on the edge of the sink, and got dressed.  Both 
girls were again dressed, and looked innocent once more (after 
respective trips to the bathroom).
     We all gathered in the living room, where I finally unboxed 
the stereo, and began setting it up in the niche provided in the 
entertainment center.  I was plugging the final RCA connector to 
the speaker when I heard a car pull up.  Looking around I noticed 
Patricia getting out of a Honda Civic, and hurrying towards the 
front door.  "Were the girls any help with the stereo?" she 
asked.  "Susan and Barbara did everything perfect!" I assured 
her.  "I wish all installations were this much fun to do!  We all 
had a great time getting it together in time for you to get 
home."
     "Thank you very much...Bob," said Patricia, peering at my 
name tag.  "Here is something for your trouble," said the girls' 
mother handing me a twenty-dollar bill.  "No thank you," I said, 
trying to refuse the money.  "I was happy to come over and take 
care of everything!"
     In the end, Patricia insisted, and not wanting to insult 
her, I accepted the money.  As I was about to leave, she 
mentioned she was thinking about purchasing a home computer, and 
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     "A bit," said I, and offered to help her purchase one, and 
set it up for her and the children...

                           AFTERWARDS:

     Patricia Little was getting ready for bed, and feeling a bit 
"naughty" she reached over and turned on the tape to watch what 
her children had done during the afternoon.  She had secretly 
bought and installed one of the disguised cameras that were the 
rage with protective parents these days to ensure that the 
babysitter didn't slap the children around.  To her delight, she 
soon found that both girls usually ended up "touching themselves" 
which turned her on fiercely, although it embarrassed her when 
they did it in public.  The images flickered on, and showed Susan 
rubbing her "coo" almost casually; while her sister did it more 
stealthily.  Then Bob appeared, and began "teaching" the girls.
     Patricia moaned in passion, and slid a vibrator from a 
drawer, and into her pussy while her eyes stared at the screen in 
passion.  "Maybe I WILL buy that computer, and have Bob set it up 
while I'm out," she thought to herself.  "I would love a video of 
THAT one!"




































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