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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, July 12, 2012

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story_codes: MMMMM/g(6), oral, anal, first, semi-cons

story_intro: Little Becky is often alone during a week at the beach while her divorced mother parties by night and sleeps most of the day, but she loves to frolic in the surf and sand. Then she becomes the focus of a group of men who have come to the beach for an entirely different kind of playing.

story_language: English










Becky's Gang Bang

Written by madvlad


	It was seven o'clock in the morning and Becky was ready to go to the beach. The problem was that everyone else in the house - her mother and her mother's friends - was still deep in their alcohol-fueled slumbers. Most of the time, Becky lived with her father and stepmother. It was fun and she felt cozy and safe there. Unlike in the fairy tales, Becky's stepmother was quite nice and enjoyed cuddling with her stepdaughter with some hot cocoa and a story book over the winter.

	But it was summer and Becky was spending a week with her mother. Her mother, Kelly, loved Becky in her own way, but also enjoyed partying. At age six, Becky very much liked parties, although those of her mother's were quite loud and a little scary. Kelly and some friends were staying at a beach house for the week and every night, new friends joined in the revelries. 

	There was one regular, Stu, who made Becky quite uncomfortable in the way he always stared at her. Last night, he was very interested in where her pretty yellow swimsuit was after the little girl had changed into her pajamas. Becky mumbled an answer before quickly retreating to her bedroom. In two more days, she could go home - something she was very much looking forward to.

	But one good thing was the beach itself. It was a private beach with gated access, although anyone staying at one of the houses here had open access. Kelly had given up trying to get up with her daughter, content with the fact that the lifeguards could watch her daughter. The fact that the lifeguards were not babysitters had never crossed Kelly's mind. Fortunately, Becky was an easy-going child who listened to grown-ups and never strayed too far into the surf under the watchful eyes of the life guards.

	Since her mother would not be up before noon, Becky had prided herself on getting to the beach on her own. She got dressed, had cold cereal which she could pour all by herself while getting most of it in the bowl, and would pack her lunch (juice boxes and cookies) in a small tote bag. She could even put her brown hair into pigtails all by herself. 

	This morning, she couldn't find her yellow swimsuit. It was a one-piece with black stripes on the side. Becky hunted all over before spying it crumpled in the corner of one of the bathrooms. She knew she hadn't left it there. When she went to put it on, she halted, feeling something strange in her hand as she clutched the yellow material. 

	Looking inside the crotch of her little swimsuit, Becky found a bunch of whitish sticky-stuff. She had no idea what it was and carefully held it closer to sniff. Her nose wrinkled as a stale, musky odor assailed her nostrils. Whatever it was, it was very yucky. She wondered if that man, Stu, had played a mean trick on her. If she hadn't found it before she put her swimsuit on, the white stuff would have gotten all over her bottom and her private parts. 

	She put the suit in the sink and ran water over it for a while before hanging it up on the towel rack. Fortunately, she had another option to wear as she didn't feel like putting the soiled garment back on this morning.

	From her suitcase, she dug out a red bikini she had from a year ago. It was a little snug on her, making the lower part of her rump a little more exposed from under her tiny bottoms. Looking in the mirror, she could see the paleness in some areas of her skin where the other suit had covered. It looked kind of funny, but she liked it.

	With her tote bag and towel, Becky ventured onto the beach, scanning the surf with her hazel eyes, preparing for another adventure involving pirates and mermaids. She spotted a blue and white flag with a large fish on it flying from the nearest lifeguard station and wandered over to ask about it. 

	"Hi Brian," she called to the lifeguard. "I like your pretty flag."

	"Morning, Becky," the blonde man replied from his perch. "I'm sorry but that's a warning flag. No swimming today - there's been several sightings of sharks. You don't want to get bitten, do you?"

	"No," the crestfallen girl said. "But I won't go out far, I promise."

	"I know you won't, but these may be bull sharks and they will come in very shallow - usually at dusk, but we're not taking any chances. Sorry, kiddo."

	Clearly disappointed, Becky trudged away from the waterline. She was going to turn back to her mother's beach house when she saw a man wave to her and beckon from the porch of another house.

	Bill, Pete, Lonnie, and Joe had struck gold. This was the fifth year that the men had rented a beach house (always in a different location and always under a false identity) with the intent of trolling for little girls. Once they had used a girl after slipping her a date rape drug, they quickly vanished, leaving the house vacant for the rest of the pre-paid week in case the girl remembered something about them. For the first three years, the best they could do had been some succulent young teens. Then last year, they had bagged an eleven year-old with puffy nipples and a hairless cunt - the youngest and best so far.

	But now they had this sweet little thing who was responding to Pete's waving. The drug they used would erase her short term memory as well as rendering her to be very compliant and docile. But the four would certainly remember her.

	"Six, or maybe a tall five year-old," Bill opined as he watched the slim child approach with complete the trust of the innocent. That was another advantage of vacationing at these private locales - everyone had their guard down.

	"This is Becky," Pete said as he ushered the girl in. "She turned six years old a month ago."

	"I can't play in the water 'cause a shark will bite my toes," she regretfully informed the men.

	"Yeah, we were bummed, too," Lonnie agreed.

	"I offered Becky some fruit punch before she went home," Pete said. "She has plenty of time since everyone there is still asleep."

	The others all knew what that meant - post-party blues. That's why the mornings were excellent for finding unattended kids in these places. 

	"I'll get the punch," Joe said, going to the kitchen and pouring a glass with some powdered drug added to it.

	Becky took the offered cup, thanking the man as she did so. Good little girls always said thank you. The drink was cold and sweet and Joe was perfectly happy to refill her cup again and again until Becky sat alone with four strangers wearing a vacant expression on her face.

	"Becky, stand up and walk to the middle of the room so we can all enjoy you," Bill said.

	Becky did as she was told, clad in only her skimpy bikini as the men moved around her, eagerly ready to use her six year-old body for their pleasure. While Lonnie cupped her bouncy little ass cheeks, Joe knelt in front of her and took the small swell in the front of her bottoms between two of his fingers. Nodding to Lonnie, Joe grasped the sides and slid the lower part of the child's bikini down her legs.

	Becky watched mutely as her most private area was laid bare and then fingered some more. Her hairless twat lips were nice and plump and spread easily as Joe investigated more of her. Lonnie was kneading her little buns, rubbing baby oil on them and gathering some around the small puckered opening they guarded. Somehow, her top had disappeared and now Bill was sucking on one tiny nipple, making the bit of pink flesh grow stiff in his mouth. 

	Pete was working the video camera, capturing the naked six year-old as she stood still and silent while she was molested and sucked. They had all drawn lots and he didn't mind as they would all have plenty of access to each one of Becky's sweet young holes.

	Bill sat in a chair with Becky facing him. He had her lean forward and offered her his hardened prick and told her to lick it. With dainty swipes of her little tongue, Becky moistened his entire member. The light touches of the child's tongue made Bill's balls churn, but he kept control and placed her mouth over his head. The tyke automatically followed his commands, fastening her lips perfectly around his meat and sucking on the end. Bill gradually pushed her further down, feeling her tongue as it joined her lips in wetly caressing his member. 

	Along from the moist smacking sounds of her oral work, Becky murmured while Joe fingered her cunny. His digits pressed and stroke her smooth little snatch until it was oozing with lubrication from her premature arousal. Joe knelt behind her and aimed his prick at the innocent little cleft mound, so pale and plump, between the child's legs.

	"Oh Becky, Uncle Joe has a nice big surprise for you," Bill chortled.

	Joe worked his prick head between the soft lips of Becky's pussy, and then jammed it forward, ripping through the six year-old's cherry and plundering her virgin cunt. Becky jerked her head up, startled as she felt something very much unexpected happen, but Bill prevented her mouth from completely leaving his cock. 

	"Mmph!" the little girl proclaimed from around Bill's prick as her virginity was lost.

	"That's right," Bill said. "Uncle Joe popped your cherry for you. Now, get back to your treat."

	The drugged child gave him a confused look, mumbling something in a sleepy voice. Taking her by her pigtails, Bill pulled Becky's head back down properly over his shaft. The obedient tot resumed her mouth work as Joe stretched her little sex tube from behind. Now she was making squishy sounds from both ends.

	Pete squatted to get some footage of Joe's cock sawing in and out of Becky's little snatch. Her hairless mound was pulled out to either side as Joe's meat broke it in. Pete could see a slight bulging in her little flat tummy every time Joe pushed in. Already, some blood from Becky's defloration had been forced out of her tiny channel, sending thin trickles down her thighs. But plenty of the wetness was from the child's aroused sex.

	Joe knew he could last much longer. His cock was constantly squeezed by the six year-old's buttery cuntlet. Her body heat was fantastic and it was time to show his little cock warmer he appreciated her. His balls boiled over, inseminating the tiny body with huge spurts of cum. 

	Becky wriggled as she felt herself become injected. Just as Joe's load was finishing, Bill came in her busy young mouth, telling her to swallow as he came. Becky swallowed just like all good little girls should, leaving only a small amount to dribble out when Bill pushed her head from his lap. 

	Pete handed the camera to Bill as he took his place in the chair. Using Becky's pigtails as convenient handles, he pulled the little girl face-first to his prick. Becky opened wide and went straight to work. 

	Behind her, Lonnie was oiling her asshole and stretching it with his fingers. The drug had also relaxed the child's muscles, allowing Lonnie to get her prepared a little easier although there was no doubt that this hole would be a very close fit just as Joe had proclaimed her pussy to be. Prying her small, tender globes apart, he pushed against her anus, grunting with satisfaction as it opened and granted him access to her virgin rear.

	Becky's rectum wrapped Lonnie's invader in snug softness as the man drove deeply into the youngster. She tried to wriggle again, but this was more difficult than as Lonnie's tool forced her insides to straighten along his shaft. After working his way into the oily tunnel, Lonnie stopped when he felt the wetness of the little girl's dripping pussy as his balls made contact.

	"She took it all!" he cried and proceeded to fuck her properly.

	Pete could see Becky's eyes widen as she was anally sodomized, although she didn't stop sucking him. 

	"You're so lucky, Becky," he said. "Only special little girls get their asses opened up like this."

	"Rmph. Gllg," came the reply from her cock-stuffed mouth.

	"You're welcome," Lonnie said as he speared the little girl's ass again.

	Ten minutes later, Becky was gulping down a generous serving of Pete's cum when Lonnie flooded her little cock-clasping bowels with his thick goo. The men released the girl and let Bill and Joe have her again.

	By midday, the guys needed a break. They took some Viagra and herbal supplements to keep the good times coming. Then they gave Becky another cup full of laced fruit punch. As she stood surrounded by them, she looked so adorable with her cum-stained chin and her leaking little ass and pussy. 

	She drank the entire cupful just like a good little slut so that all of the nice pedos could keep fucking her silly all afternoon. And they did just that. By the time they were done, Becky had taken much more cum in her compact little body than her partying mother had all week.

	After giving her a mild sedative, they cleaned the girl thoroughly to remove any traces of evidence before re-dressing her. With the beach closed, it was easy to return Becky to the sand near her beach house, leaving her asleep on her towel.

	The party was getting up to full swing that night when Becky tapped on Kelly's hip. Kelly frowned as she broke away from her conversation with Stu.

	"Mommy," Becky said groggily. "I feel sore and funny."

	Kelly thought her daughter must have played too hard in the sun that day. It had taken some coaxing to get to her wake up after she found Becky asleep by the house. The girl hadn't shown much interest in eating that night, but soon became ravenous when she got her first bites of a grilled cheese sandwich down. Kelly realized that she didn't really know what to do with kids and decided that her time with Becky would be limited to day trips from now on. 

	Sighing, Kelly went to the bathroom and gave her daughter a pill with some water when she returned. While she had been gone, Stu had ogled the sweet young thing in her tiny red bikini and Becky seemed too sleepy to notice.

	"Take this and then it's time for bed. Don't forget to change out of your swimsuit," Kelly said. 

	Becky did as she was told and Kelly turned back to Stu once her daughter had left.

	"Children's Benadryl - it puts her out hard," Kelly said with a shrug. 

	Later that evening, Stu stole into Becky's room, locking the door behind him. Pulling back the covers, he touched the little girl all over her body, never eliciting a response. Kelly had been right.

	Stu pushed her night gown up and pulled her panties down, exposing her delightful little kiddy cunt for him to touch. He took a few pictures of it. The first ones were of the tiny mound just plain naked and innocent. Then he brushed his fingers over it and squeezed, marveling at how feathery smooth it was. Wetting his finger, he slipped it inside her pudgy slit, taking another few photos. 

	Expecting to stop when he met the blockade of her membrane, Stu had already wriggled half of his finger inside the child before he realized that she was no virgin. This excited him more, knowing that the six year-old had been sexually active with some lucky bastard. He pulled his finger out, tasting her childish cunt on his finger before wetting it for further penetration. 

	Sliding his wet digit inside, he got all the way in. She was tight and Stu wondered how she could take a cock. Pussies could certainly stretch, but he thought that perhaps her cherry might have been taken by a finger like his or maybe some other object. There was only one way to find out if a man's dick could fit. 

	He finger-fucked the girl, making her mumble a little in her sleep. His prick was practically beating against in the inside of his fly and when he began to feel the child lubricate, Stu knew he had to do this now. 

	Yanking his pants off, Stu climbed on top of Becky and planted his glans into the warm embrace of her childish cunt. He pushed in, feeling her young flesh strain as her little sex expanded. The grip on his meat was exquisite, enhanced by the knowledge that this child was so forbidden. Becky's mouth opened with a thread of saliva hanging between her lips as she sighed in her sleep while her tiny quim was penetrated.

	Stu thrust in and out of the tender, slippery vice of the six year-old's pussy. He had meant to take it slow, but in his mounting excitement, he pushed harder and harder, rousing Becky to a state of semi-wakefulness. 

	With traces of the drugs from earlier in the day mixed with the Benadryl, she was still somewhat catatonic. As she lay there, she registered the presence of someone very large on top of her, moving and pushing something large between her legs. She felt quite warm and wet down there and had a vague recollection of experiencing something like this already. But that was as far as her higher mental faculties could process and her body tried to move in response to the thrusting she was receiving.

	Stu felt Becky squirming beneath him and saw her staring up at him. Too far gone in his lust to panic, he grinned back at her.

	"I bet you love taking all of this cock, don't you?" he breathed.

	"Uuuhh," was her only reply.

	That was good enough for Stu, who kept cramming his cock inside the little girl until his semen lashed into her tiny pussy and squirted out once she was full. Stu pulled out and rolled onto his side, twiddling the tyke's cunny as it continued to drip on the sheet.

	"I would have fucked you before, little Becky, but bloodstains are a bitch to hide. Cum stains are a lot easier, don't you think?"

	But Becky just looked at the ceiling, her eyes beginning to flutter closed. Stu saw this and figured she wouldn't remember his visit. He got out of bed and walked over to the other side, closer to where she was lying. He turned her head to face him and held out his flaccid prick.

	"Look at the mess you made here," he joked, planning on leaving soon. 

	But Becky moved closer and licked him clean, still staring vacantly as she fitted her mouth over his glans. Stu was stunned, but was not about to deny a little girl a mouthful of cock. His dick was equally grateful, stiffening as she sucked on the small amount she could take until Stu pasted her tonsils with more jism. And damn if the little slut didn't swallow nearly every drop!

	There was a little on the corner of her mouth and Stu used the camera on his phone to get that nasty little detail. He took some more shots of her cum-filled twat before grabbing some tissues from a box and blotting up the mess both inside and outside of the tot's pussy. Becky was sound asleep again before he was done. Stu slid her panties back on and pulled her gown down before tossing the covers over her again.

	"Too bad you're leaving tomorrow, kid. And just as I was getting to know you so well."

	Becky awoke the next morning with a funny taste in her mouth. As she staggered to the bathroom, she thought it odd that she felt a little sore between her legs and in her bottom. She wondered if it was because her bikini had been a little too tight. It had been the one from last year, so that must have been it.

	She still wasn't sure why she had been so sleepy yesterday, but she looked forward to going home to her daddy and stepmother more than she regretted the loss of a day in the water. After breakfast (another Becky Gourmet Special of Captain Crunch and milk), she went to get dressed, not noticing that the soreness in her lower body was pretty much gone after she had been walking for a while.

	Her mother hadn't done any laundry that week and Becky was down to the last of her clean clothes. She was worried that she was out of clean underwear before finding one remaining pair of fresh panties in her suitcase. She knew that it was always important to wear clean panties, because good little girls were always clean everywhere, even in their private areas.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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