Chapter 2

Tom and Barb Whymply had to find a bigger house for their growing girls; Shelley, age 10 and Kimmy age 9. They both worked but with the cost of housing, clothing etc were not getting ahead. After looking at a number of places, they could find little within their price range. Finally, the realtor showed them a side-by-side duplex on Lincoln Drive, a busy arterial road with a mixture of commercial and residential properties. Lincoln Drive certainly wasn't the best area in town, it was the local Kiddie Stroll for pre-teen prostitutes, and an adult bookstore and liquor store were a couple doors away.

As they drove up Lincoln Drive approaching the house, Shelley and Kimmy's noses were glued to the window. Young girls their age were standing about in groups of twos and threes outside the liquor store and farther down the street. The young hookers were wearing mini skirts that left their pussies fully exposed. Some of the girls were topless while others had tee-shirts pulled up exposing their chests. Tom noticed that a few of the girls had the start of breasts but most were flat-chested with puffy nipples. The girls were blatantly flogging their assets to passing cars, who often stopped to negotiate. A police car passed in the other direction and Tom saw the streetwalkers turn towards the cop and openly finger their pussies and flash their asses. The cop laughed, waved and continued on his way.

Tom said to the realtor, "No, we don't even want to look at this one, the area is just bad news and not suitable for our girls." The realtor agreed but mentioned that place had been on the market for over 6 months and the asking price was had been lowered significantly. Barb asked how much and was shocked that the price was only slightly more then the offer on their existing little house and the duplex was over twice the floor area. They drove by it again and it looked in pretty good shape; the realtor pointed out that the working girls didn't seem to hang out in front of the duplex, only in the adjacent strip mall. Barb suggested they just stop for a quick look.

Parking was not allowed in front of the duplex until after rush hour, so the realtor pulled into the adjacent strip mall and parked. About six young hookers rushed over to passenger's side of the car but retreated when they saw Barb and her girls get out. Tom and the realtor looked over the young beauties on their side of the car, and declined the pro-offered free feels and touches. Walking back to the duplex, Tom noticed a sign on the other half of the duplex advertising a professional photographer, he couldn't make out the name or other particulars but he could read the large block letters along the bottom "Young Models Wanted".

The realtor was talking to Barb about the schools that served the area. Pussywillow Girl's Middle School and American Misogynist Academy for Boys. He said "Shelley and Kimmy would of course go to Pussywillow, which is a privately funded school that had contracted the city school board. They are very strict, I understand, with an official corporal punishment policy, but the girls are allowed to wear ordinary clothing, as long as it meets a minimum standard. I think many of the girls working back there are wearing suitable school wear." Shelley and Kimmy grinned at each other, it was sounding better.

Entering the duplex on the ground floor, they all saw a large clean family room and a couple rooms that could have been offices as well as a bathroom and a laundry/furnace room, everything seemed well maintained. Upstairs was the kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, master bedroom with on-suit and another bedroom. The realtor pointed out that the girls could double-up in the upstairs bedroom until one of the offices downstairs was converted to a third bedroom. Off the kitchen was an elevated deck.

"There is a detached garage in back with access off the lane so you don't have to fight the traffic out front on a daily basis" said the realtor.

Tom and Barb stepped out onto the back deck and looked over the backyard. The realtor pointed out the fruit trees and a fire pit. The girls giggled while the realtor led everyone down to yard level. As Tom walked around the grass he heard people talking next door.

A woman's voice said "Good, now push deeper, force it down her throat, Good, Now get hold of her hair Ryan, and really fuck her face, turn her this way a bit, good" Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing and peeked over the fence into the other half of the duplex's backyard. In the adjacent yard there appeared to be an orgy occurring, a very young girl and three teenage boys were standing about looking at a fourth teenager receiving a blowjob from a second young girl. A woman was photographing the blowjob, it wasn't so much a blowjob as a vigorous face-fucking, and issuing instructions to the young couple. An older man was holding a light tree for the photographer. The man saw Tom and waved in a friendly manner, not interrupting the performers.

The photographer said "Okay now Sean, you come up and get her from behind like I told you, and be rough about it, I will be catching the bitch's expression when you rip into her asshole. One of the teenagers trotted over and grasped the young girl's hips while he lined up and pushed in. The girl pushed back a bit, and then Sean jammed his full 9" length up her dirt chute, her scream was abbreviated by Ryan plunging into her throat, cutting off any further protestations.

"That's good, Ryan, pull her face all the way into your crotch. ......Perfect..... Now let her pull back and get a breath. Okay Sean, Push her from behind again, try to see if you can touch cocks with your cousin." The photographer got the guy with the lighting to come around ion the other side and illuminate the poor pre-teen brunette's hind quarters. "Okay dom that again Sean, really hard now, Great!!!"

The young girl was let down onto her knees, the rear-end boy, Sean had withdrawn while the front guy caressed his recent lover's head and cuddled her into his thighs.

"That was great boys," the photographer said as she reviewed her pictures on the back viewscreen of her Nikon D500.

"Okay let's get all of you back into action. Philip you and you brother mount up Sheila as Ryan and Sean are into Becky and I'll get some shots of you guys trying to shorten these girls dietary tracts." The man had gotten the photographer's attention by this time and she looked over and waved to Tom, Barb and the realtor who were all by this time watching over the 4' high fence. While the four boys were working up a rhythm into the two young girls front and back orifices, the man came over and introduced himself.

"Hi I'm George MacDonald and that's my wife Betty with the camera. Sorry about the noise, but we often use the backyard for our work. We often help out some of the local girls out on the street by employing them in some photo-shoots.

Barb asked about the girls being used as models and George raplied that he thought they were about 10 or 11 years old and probably went to the local school.

"Betty do you think Becky goes to Pussywillow School?" he shouted across to the grouping. No answer as the photographer was concentrating of getting everyone positioned properly. George continued, "We make sure they get a healthy meal and the $10 bucks Betty gives them helps out as well. Betty has a large clientele who like photos of flat chested girls getting pronged from all angles." George notices Shelley and Kimmy who had retreated up to the elevated deck to get a better look at the action.

"Your daughters are sure cuties, I'm sure Betty would like to introduce them into the modeling business. What are their names?" Barb said "They're Shelley and Kimmy and we're Barb and Tom Whymply. But I don't think we would allow our girls to model. Our girls are still virgins."

Tom was taken aback by his wife's reply, after a moment's silence, the realtor thanked George for the entertainment and led everybody back inside. While the realtor tried to close the deal, Tom and Barb argued as to the acceptability of the place. Tom thought the idea of moving his precious little girls into such a carnal situation was ridiculous. Barb on the other hand liked the size of the duplex and how close it was to her work place. She had also heard good things about Pussywillow School, which was run by the Sisters of the Perpetual Purple Pussy; an order who's tenets included strict physical punishment, humiliation, and mutual group masturbation.

"Tom," she said, "we have an offer on our house that expires in a week, this place is big enough, we can afford it, and the local school is one of the best. And this place is available immediately. I don't think a few slutty little girls hanging around outside should deter us from snapping this place up. What do you think girls, could you live here?"

Shelley and Kimmy looked back from the dining room window where they had been observing the two young girls being pronged from both ends, next door. The teenage boys looked so hunky and cute. They were so envious of Sheila and Becky next door and all the attention they were getting. And the man had said maybe they could be models as well.

"Yes this is a neat place" said Shelley.

The realtor pushing, for a sale, suggests that the seller is now desperate and would probably accept a seriously low offer. Barb got Tom to agree and an offer sheet was prepared. The next day the Whymply family was again back at the duplex reviewing a counter offer. While the parents worked through the paperwork, Shelley and Kimmy were out on the back deck observing a photo-shoot that appeared to be a wedding party that had a groom in a tux jacket and bride in an abbreviated white gown with best man and ushers and bridesmaids, all traditional, and half a dozen young flower girls, all stark naked except for the flowers in their hair. There were white plastic chairs set up to mimic a church and George was in a black robe with priest's collar. The only exception to tradition was the groom and his attendants were large mixed-breed male dogs. After the ceremony, the dogs soon mounted the flower girls, fucking them front or back rather indiscriminately, neither the dogs nor the flower girls seeming to worry which orifice was engaged on a doggy cock. Two flower girls had a doggy at each end, fucking mouth and pussy, while the four other flower girls had only one lover. A ninth dog ran back and forth not knowing who or what to mount.

Betty, the photographer, moved about in the chaos snapping the blowjobs and couplings. A couple of the flower girls got captured on the dog's knots and complained about being stretched and not being able to get away. George saw Shelley and Kimmy on the deck and invited them over for a better look. He opened a gate where the fence met the duplex and the Whymply girls walked amongst the flower girls and their lovers; taking care to stay out of the photographer's way. George got Kimmy to touch the erect cock of the groom dog, and to stoke him so he could remount another flower girl. Shelley talked to some of the flower girls and found they were very nice and that they enjoyed going to Pussywillow School, but now it was summer time so they liked to play outside and suck cock.

Barb and Tom agreed to the counter offer and signed for the house with an immediate occupancy. After the realtor left, Barb went outside to see her daughters next door talking to some naked young girls and playing with doggie cock. Barb called to her daughters that they would be living here starting next week and they should get the names of their new friends for later.

George and Betty came over immediately, through the gate in the fence and congratulated Tom and Barb on moving into the neighborhood. George said "You have two of the cutest little sluts we've ever seen. They would make lovely models."

When Betty found out that both Tom and Barb worked, she offered to watch Shelley and Kimmy during the day to keep them out of trouble. "I can even get them to model some clothing and bathing suits for a local department store," Betty offered. "Fuckingham's Department Store doesn't like me using any of the local street girls because they are known cocksuckers. Your Shelley and Kimmy are unknown faces and will be great for the "back-to-school" flyer I am going to start work on soon. And I can use them on the Christmas lingerie catalogue. Fuckingham's is a bit strange that way, they don't want known cocksucker on their pages, but will gladly have fresh young faces modeling crotchless panties and shear underwear while holding gift-wrapped dildos. Last year I even had a couple of my models fingering themselves while wearing crotchless panties and the catalogue had a write-up extolling the virtues of the ease of masturbation when wearing that type of panty. Shelley will be great for the lingerie catalogue as she is starting to develop nubbins and they will look very sexy in a shear baby doll outfit."

Tom was already having second thoughts about buying the place with such bizarre neighbors, but Barb just agreed that having Shelley and Kimmy learn modeling would be a great idea. George nipped next door and returned with a bottle of champagne and 6 glasses. Barb, Tom, Shelley, Kimmy, Betty and George went out on the back deck to drink a toast to a new friendship, while in the adjoining yard, the flower girls and their doggie friends were still playing hide the pecker.

George poured a large glass of champagne for everybody, even the two girls, when Tom started to complain, the girls said they wanted to taste it and they were old enough. Betty said that "It's not French Champagne; it's just the New York bubbly. Let the girls have a taste, they're old enough. I often open a bottle for my young models during a photo shoot. They drink it like pop; it relaxes them and they become more open and expressive. It also seems to jack up their libidos as they become very uninhibited after a glass or two," she laughed.

George stood and raised his glass, "Here's to a long friendship to our new neighbors, Tom and Barb and their very pretty and sexy daughters Shelley and Kimmy. I hope we can work with them over the upcoming months."