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Subject: {ASSM} HIDDEN BENEFITS (Mg INC PEDO VOY 3/4) PART THREE
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The following story depicts explicit sexual contact between adult and
under aged participants. Those offended by graphic descriptions of
pedophilic/incestuous relationships should read no further. This is
entirely a work of fantasy, and does not advocate the abuse of minors
in any way, shape or form. All characters and events represented
herein are completely fictional.

HIDDEN BENEFITS
PART THREE:
THE JUNGLE GYM

3.

"Last one up has to kiss Tommy Norbert!" Lindy yelled.

Screaming with laughter, they streaked across the turf, hemlines
whipping about their thighs. Angie's heart was racing in her chest; a
warm, mellow glow pervaded her features. Releasing her grip on Janey's
hand, she sprinted forward as fast as midnight lightening, eager to
reach the bars first. Her frock molded around her girlish form, the
front kicking up over her waist. She made no attempt to hold it down:
shy though she was, she was completely swept away in the excitement of
the moment.

The Climbing Grid was a complex iron scaffold at the center of the
Fort. A tall, looming structure fully ten yards long, it was teeming
with children, mostly girls from Angie's neighborhood. Close on a
score swung precariously through the trellis, chortling with pleasure.
The older ones wore oversized t-shirts and those awful spandex bike
shorts that had grown so popular this summer. Only a few had deigned
to dress au femme that morning, but they seemed to be attracting more
than their fair share of interest. A smattering of boys bolted to and
fro underneath, grabbing at their heels and daring them to cross the
gauntlet.

Reaching the Grid slightly ahead of her friends, Angie hauled herself
up two bars at a time: two-four-six-eight-SLAP. The Jungle Gym seemed
implausably steep, a vast, rambling tower overlooking most of the
Domain. Once at the top, the three girls perched together, gazing out
towards the weeping willows. Somewhere in the middle distance, Brad
stood at the edge of the playing field, filming them as discretely as
possible.

The girls swapped shy, giggly smiles, their eyes positively gleaming
with anticipation. Who was going to go first? Who was going to lead
the way? What they had in mind was so indisputably naughty they
couldn't decide one way or the other. Jane and Lindy finally ganged up
on their pretty blond accomplice: the whole thing had been Angie's
idea, so she had to go first.

Nibbling on her lower lip, Angela dropped through the bars and made
for the center of the Grid. A chill breeze seemed to flitter up her
dress despite the heat of the day. In a few seconds she'd be hanging
upside down with her flimsy white panties on full display! Every boy
in the world was going to see what she was wearing! Worse still, she
knew most of them; half the kids in her grade seemed to be scrambling
`round beneath her feet.

Looking back over her shoulder, she noticed her cousin kneeling on the
grass about thirty feet away, his face masked by the camcorder. The
zoom was tilted upward and the little red light was blinking.
Evidently he'd moved in closer for a better shot. Angie giggled,
knowing what he must have been seeing. This was all so unfair! None of
it had been her idea, it had all been his! Why did she have to go
first? She pendulumed back and forth beneath the bars, grinning
impishly as the dress rode up to the tops of her thighs.

Brad almost fumbled the camera as Angie splayed her legs. The view was
utterly heart-stopping from this angle; her silky white gusset was
stretched taut between her open thighs. He fine-tuned the resolution,
bringing the gauzy satin into sharp focus. The hem skipped a little
higher. For one breathtaking moment he could see the tight elastic
trim encircling her waist, then the frock dropped back down into
place. It was just the barest glimpse, but Brad felt the fever blazing
through his system like a brushfire.

This was going to be good. 

Angie swung nimbly across the Grid with the boys nipping playfully at
her ankles (Tommy Norbert almost made off with her left shoe), dodging
through the crowd with practiced ease. Pausing half way across, she
threw Brad a secret, teasing glance, then kicked her feet up over her
head. Hooking her knees over the bar, she slung herself upside down -
and the show began.

Thick blond tresses swept towards the ground as Angie's dress billowed
inside out. Her panties went on public display; sheer white full
briefs with dainty lace traceries on the front and sides. The gossamer
fabric shimmered like platinum in the mid-morning sun. Angie wriggled
her hips. The frock slipped another four inches down her midriff,
baring her torso far as the belly-button. Half a dozen boys gawped up
at the spectacle, their expressions dazed and startled.

Brad was similarly frozen to the spot. Breath catching in his throat,
he zoomed in for an extreme close-up, relishing the creamy smoothness
of her thighs. Her flesh was unbelievably soft, particularly around
the tummy and bottom (the latter of which was going to be spanked
bright pink the moment he got her home and naked). The plump mound of
her labia was bulging through her panties. He could just make out the
shape of her cleft beneath the filmy satin.

He panned back to a mid-shot, scanning for her full figure (if only
those damned bars weren't blocking the view) and discovered that her
dress had inverted all the way down to her throat. Having no real
waistline, it clung to her shoulders by nothing more than a hope and a
prayer, threatening to fall off her body at the merest touch. Her tiny
nipples poked out from her ivory chest, their tips sharpened to
straining red pins. Brad exhaled silently, recalling how he'd tweezed
them between his teeth earlier that morning morning.

Returning the lens to her underwear, he noticed some movement off to
the right and moved the camera to investigate. Brad's pulse-rate
almost flatlined with surprise: it was the other two! Lindy and Jane
were clambering over to join her! He'd forgotten all about them the
second Angie's frock went south. Brad repositioned himself, shifting
back a few paces to catch all three in frame. This was too good an
opportunity to miss. Most of his footage consisted exclusively of his
cousin: now, two of the prettiest girls in Chamberlain were about to
bare their panties! Clicking over into steadycam, he balanced himself
for the shot.

Lindy went over first.

Tilting her head back, Linda drew her knees up to her chin and slipped
her feet through the rungs (offering Brad a generous view of her prim
cotton gusset in the process). Easily the oldest of the three (eleven
last spring), she had reached that slim, coltish stage where her legs
looked impossibly long and limber. Their length was further emphasized
by the stripy black stay-ups she habitually wore. Bradley felt his
jeans tighten around the cup.
She really was one sassy little miss. If she'd been his daughter ...

Well, best not to go there right now.

Voicing a high, giggly squeal, Lindy doubled her legs over the bar and
dropped herself into position. Her short yellow sundress inverted over
her head, unveiling her flimsy cotton panties in the wink of an eye.
They were high-cut bikini briefs with a rather spicy floral pattern.
Brad's eyes widened with surprise; they looked entirely too mature for
such a petite young thing. Lindy had recently developed a preference
for cheeky, feminine underwear, and appeared to be taking great
pleasure in showing them off. Pawing lightly at her dress, she toggled
her bottie-cheeks from side to side, bubbling over with excitement.
The inside lining of her frock slid down another six inches, peeling
away to her rib-cage -

And then it was Janey's turn to uncover her panties.

Nine year old Jane Glover was a slim, lean-legged child with an
alabaster complexion and red-gold hair. Normally rather demure, the
thought of hanging upside down from the Jungle Gym made her head spin
with embarrassment. As Brad had noted earlier, she usually wore shorts
to the Playground, careful to safeguard her dignity from wandering
eyes. Yet here she was, dangling from the grid in her long blue skirt
with half the boys in Chamberlain looking on! The temptation had
simply proven too much for her. Well, too late to back out now - her
friends would never let her get away with it.

Folding sinuously from the waist, Janey swept her legs up in a
graceful arc, pointing her toes at the sky. Her kilt fell away at the
back, exposing her panty-clad bottom in a flutter of indigo pleats.
Locking her knees into place, she released her hands and hung
topsy-turvy from the bars. Tinkling, girlish laughter floated through
the Playground: the front of Jane's skirt was caught between her
thighs; only HALF her panties were on display! Face burning beet-red,
Janey reached down and started pulling the kilt up at the sides.

Such shamelessly modest behavior couldn't go unchallenged. Lindy's
hand darted out, snatching at the tartan wrap. Jane slapped it away
with a shriek, then turned to fend off Angie's sneak attack. A brief
struggle ensued. The hapless redhead never stood a chance, needless to
say. Two sets of fingers snagged the plaid material, and the skirt was
finally (and irrevocably) dislodged. All three screamed in delight as
Jane's silken panties were revealed in all their glory.

Brad leaned forward and zoomed in for another penetrating close-up.
Candy-bright nylon suddenly filled the LCD. Janey's full-brief undies
clung to her skin like the world's mildest sunburn, glittering with
iridescent highlights. A dainty pink frill encircled the waistband,
intricate lace traceries adorned the hips. The gusset looked as though
it had been airbrushed onto her pert little vulva. Brad shifted
uncomfortably, feeling his erection spiking upwards (he'd have to be
careful to adjust his clothing when he stood up later. Deborah Lambert
had eyes like a frigging hawk, and he couldn't afford to trigger any
maternal alarms).

He tracked the digicam `round in a wide circle, targeting her shapely
thighs, her snowy white tummy. She had one of those impudent little
belly buttons that poked out like a ripe raspberry. Brad moistened his
lips with the edge of his tongue, trying to imagine how it would
taste. He'd have to figure out some way to get her over for an
evening; maybe a slumber party or a video night. Then he could have
all three under the same roof. Wouldn't be too difficult to arrange,
considering his sterling reputation around Sole Parents.

Brad paused, lowering the camera slightly as he turned the idea over
in his mind. Because suddenly, the idea didn't seem so far fetched.
Everyone in the group trusted him, knew he was prepared to share in
the child-minding roster. Carol Thompson had even broached on the
subject a few times, asking if he'd like to register for the
babysitter's exchange.  In addition, most of the women would probably
sell their souls for a night out on the town, free from the domestic
grindstone.

Yes, Brad thought, a video night would be just the thing. If he could
get Angie to invite them over next Friday ...

They'd watch Mulan or The Lion King or some equally vacuous Disney
offering, then he'd take them upstairs, where the evening's
entertainment would REALLY begin. He'd undress them one at a time,
stripping them down to their briefs and then to their bare flesh,
kissing and stroking and fondling as each layer came off. He'd herd
them into the bed, naked and helpless as new-born babes, and climb in
after them with his massive weapon primed and ready.

And then he'd FUCK them. 

Each in turn, he'd drive his cast-iron member into their warm, moist
pussies, making them wail in pain and ecstasy. Angie first, panting
and moaning and gasping his name; then Janey, her indigo-blue eyes
brimming with tears; and finally Linda - weeping and sobbing as he
opened her legs and shoved his harpoon up inside her. And once he'd
finished with her ... he'd start again. He'd have them the whole night
long, groping and raping and feeling and fucking until the room grew
light and they collapsed in barely satisfied  exhaustion...

All in good time, Brad reminded himself. He still had to get through
this morning with its Indian Forts and picnics and endless games of
tag. He stood up and stepped back a couple of yards, trying for a
wide-angle shot to capture the whole scene: the wrestling battalions
over by the merry-go-round, the mad scuffles in the Lookout Tower.
Mary Glover would want to see the playback (she always did), so he'd
need to show her some footage that didn't resemble a pedophile's
wet-dream.

Especially if I want to fuck her daughter next week, he thought,
savoring the obscenity for no apparent reason. He panned across the
entire playing field, focusing on nothing in particular, willing his
erection to subside before he returned to the picnic tables. This
would prove to be a slow and rather difficult process; his constantly
eyes circled back to his young cousin, still oscillating under the
Grid with everything on show. Once again, she was the cynosure, the
center of attention. Seemed like every gaze in the park was directed
at her. Lindy and Jane looked utterly mesmerized by her presence. Who
could blame them? Angie's charms were little short of captivating. It
had taken her only a matter of seconds to persuade them to bare their
panties on the Jungle Gym - even Janey, who hardly ever wore skirts to
the Playground. Brad suspected they'd do just about anything she asked
them.

A dark - and rather rapacious - smile crossed his features.

This was going to be easier than he thought.


NEXT: THE VIDEO NIGHT.

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