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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename:debbiess.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6), first, non-cons

story_intro: Poor Debbie is having a hard time in her new school after some older girls make her the target of their bullying. Then at her worst moment, she meets a school janitor who befriends her. But the janitor is a little different in the head and has his own ideas about what friends do together.

story_language: English





Debbie's Special Friend

Written by madvlad


	The bell rang, inducing swarms of students to empty into the hallway and head to the school's gymnasium where they would wait for their school bus routes to be called so they could go home for the day. As the elementary-aged children streamed by in a chorus of excited chatter, the large shuffling figure of the school's custodian went virtually unnoticed. The man, pushing his cleaning cart, seemed to show the same indifference toward the children.

	But appearances could be deceiving.


	Douglas Barnes' early childhood was marked by two notable events. The first was courtesy of his baby brother when Doug was five years old. The younger boy's first attempts to speak his brother's name resulted in "Bug" instead of "Doug". It became a nickname for the boy from his parents and others, and the boy didn't mind at all. He liked bugs and was secretly pleased with his new name.

	The second event happened a year later when Bug's parents took him to a clinic for special testing, based on the recommendations of his kindergarten and first grade teachers. Bug didn't care much for the tests, which seemed to be very frustrating. The end result was a new designation for him. It wasn't a name, but more of a classification, spoken in hushed tones among the doctors and his parents who didn't know the boy's sharp ears were catching every word. Bug was classified as "Not Quite Right".

	Being "Not Quite Right" was a mixed bag for the boy. It meant he wasn't like most other children and that made him feel sad and isolated. On the other hand, it did result in much lower expectations and reduced his stress. Had the doctors and teachers bothered to spend more time probing Bug's thoughts, they would have been quite surprised at the level of cunning the boy possessed beneath the mental and emotional delays and shortcomings in his development. But doctors and teachers weren't interested in the musings of those who were "Not Quite Right". 

	Thirty years on, Bug had done quite well, considering his diminished status. He had a steady job as a janitor in a middle school and even managed to get his driver's license. He was the proud owner of battered but reliable pick-up truck, courtesy of his younger brother (who was quite right) who had a thriving contracting business and gave Bug one of the vehicles he was replacing.

	Bug understood enough to manage by himself in a small apartment. He saved his money with his brother's help, building a small but steady savings. As Bug didn't own any credit cards, his brother felt it was safe for him to have a computer since he wouldn't be spending on line. The machine, a desktop model that was now obsolete at his brother's business, opened Bug's eyes to new worlds and interests on the internet.

	His brother allotted him a certain amount of money to spend on "fun things" that Bug might want. His brother would have been amazed at how Bug secretly saved from that stash to buy a collection of toys from several adult emporiums in town. Bug used these toys while scanning cyberspace or his downloaded collection of his favorite desires.

	Bug was fascinated by females of all ages and soon focused his attention on girls between the ages of eleven and thirteen, which were the ages of all the girls at the school he saw nearly every work day. They were on the approach of puberty or just blossoming into it and Bug couldn't get enough of the images on his computer and what he saw in real life. 

	The girls at school were well aware of every nuance in their burgeoning development, wearing tighter shirts or lower collars as their breasts formed. Skirt hems rose and pants became tighter to show off their fledgling curves and Bug savored every glance he could steal. He was careful as he watched, the cunning portion of his mind cautioning him to be unnoticed as he noticed everything. And Bug remembered everything he saw when he sat at home or laid in bed, often ejaculating into his toys while visions of pre- and barely adolescent flesh played out in his mind.

	One happy day, Bug made a friend at school. Normally, he barely spoke to any students, but an eleven year-old girl wandered into the music room while he was cleaning there. It was in the third period of the school day and no music classes were taught then. 

	The girl spent her day in the classroom next door with a small group of other children taking special education. Bug knew all about special education as he had taken the same classes when he was growing up. The teacher often got distracted helping other kids and the girl would slip out unnoticed. Although neither he nor the girl spoke it aloud, each knew that the other was "Not Quite Right".

	The girl was also experiencing the early pangs of puberty, thinking funny thoughts and becoming proud of her modestly expanding bosom. They felt good when she investigated them at home and she saw how the "normal" girls flirted with boys. In the bathroom and on the bus, she would hear whispered secrets exchanged among the girls as to which boys they had allowed to touch them - through their shirts, through their bras, or - gasp - completely naked!

	It made the girl press her thighs together as odd stirrings flickered in her groin. She didn't have any fuzz down there yet like she had heard others mention, but it was certainly acting strangely at times.

	Then the girl had an idea. Could Bug, her special friend, play with her boobies? Bug was certainly game, having watched enough porn to know how they should be touched. He was always careful to lock the music room door as the girl removed her shirt and new bra. Her new tits weren't big - perhaps half the size of small tea cups, but they were real and soft and warm. Bug quickly learned how the girl liked them to be touched the best and the two of them were mesmerized as the girl's nipples would harden beneath Bug's fingers. 

	Bug had some ideas about touching the girl in other places too, but one day, some very important school officials had a serious discussion with him. Apparently, the girl had bragged about her special friend to someone and now Bug couldn't see her again. The girl's parents didn't want to cause trouble since no real harm was done and they didn't like word to get out about their daughter's deficiencies. 

	Bug wasn't exactly in trouble since he was "Not Quite Right", but to avoid any repeats and any possible lawsuits that might result from that, they told Bug he would quietly be transferred to an elementary school so he wouldn't be tempted by curious girls in adolescence.  Bug wanted to protest since the girl liked his attentions. It wasn't fair, but the cunning part of Bug knew it was always best to keep quiet while being lectured by very important people. Very important people could become quite agitated when hearing the opinions of those who were "Not Quite Right".

	So Bug went without outward complaint to an elementary school. To his delight, he found the younger girls just as fascinating, even if they didn't have any titty bumps. And the youngest ones were rarely self conscious when it came to adjusting their clothes and inadvertently flashing bits of their panties. Bug loved their carefree natures and the way they twirled their small bodies about. 

	Although they were innocent in their actions, Bug began to suspect that some of them were interested in him like that other girl had been. They wanted to have a man touch and caress them all over their flat chests and make their nipples rise. And then they wanted to be touched further down in that magical place between their legs. Bug had found some pictures of young ones on the internet and wondered how those tiny, hairless bits of girl flesh would feel as he explored them.

	Lately, there was a new girl in school, a six year-old named Debbie whose oval face was framed by her long tresses of shimmering red hair. Her coppery locks entranced Bug, but he began to more carefully notice some of her other attributes. Debbie's skin was milky white and completely flawless. She wasn't skinny but not fat either; with a sturdy little body with enticingly full legs for one so young.

	A trio of older girls in the fourth grade with a reputation as bullies had chosen the new student as a target for their harassment. Two days ago, they had crept up behind Debbie during the afternoon crush toward the gym and pulled the little girl's skirt high up, showing everyone her white cotton panties. While some other kids laughed and others turned away in shared embarrassment, Bug was intrigued by the tightly-filled underwear. He got a good look at her bubble butt straining against the cloth and when Debbie twisted to get away from the other girls, he caught a flash of the small bulge in front. Disappointingly, there was no cleft where the cloth might have bunched into her slit a little, but Bug did get the impression of two distinct bumps in that intriguing mound.

	For a moment, their eyes met. Instinctively, he flashed a smile at her and then the girl disappeared in the crush of students as they headed for the gym and freedom. It was at that moment that Bug knew that Debbie wanted him - wanted him more than the others girls did. And he wasn't fooled by the other girls teasing Debbie - she had arranged the whole thing so she could show him her goodies.

	Bug wheeled his cart into one of the girls' restrooms. The last of the buses had departed and he was disappointed as he hadn't seen Debbie that afternoon. He always saved the girls' lavatories for last as he would fantasize about all of the little pussies and asses that had been bared that day before the girls did their business. 

	He was starting to spray a sink with cleanser when he heard some quiet sobbing from one stall. Looking over, he saw a small pair of feet and purple book bag on the floor which he recognized as Debbie's. Silently, he locked the restroom door and went over to the stall, rapping against the door and calling her name.

	"Debbie?"

	Debbie looked up, peeking through the crack between the door and the frame and saw the janitor. She didn't know why he had a yucky name like Bug, but he seemed nice enough and had even given her a nice smile when those mean girls had pulled up her skirt. She unlatched the door and stepped out.

	"I missed my bus," she said as fresh tears ran down her face. "Those mean big girls in the fourth grade started chasing me and I came in here so they couldn't catch me and now I'm stuck."

	Bug wasn't sure where she was taking this game, but played along.

	"Can't your mommy or daddy get you?" he asked.

	"Mommy is working and Daddy is sleeping. He works nights. I'm supposed to go home like a big girl and he's there if there's a 'mergency. But I can play by myself and not wake him up. But now I missed the bus and that's so bad."

	As Debbie bawled, Bug knelt in front of her, holding his arms out. The child instinctively threw herself in the comfort of the nice man's embrace. As he stroked Debbie's silky hair, Bug could feel his prick awakening.

	"I can drive you home," he offered.

	Debbie's head turned up, lit with hope.

	"You can?"

	"Sure. That makes us special friends, okay?"

	"Uh huh. What do special friends do?"

	"They do things for each other and don't tell no one. That way no one gets in trouble."

	"Like me missing the bus?"

	"Right. And I'm gonna do something else for you that you really want and it's a secret too so you won't get in trouble."

	Debbie snuggled into Bug's arms again, wondering what surprise the nice man might have for her along with taking her home and keeping it a secret. Her first clue came when Bug dropped his hands down her back and pushed them under her skirt, clamping down on her panty-clad ass and squeezing.

	Debbie yipped, surprised by how and where she had been grabbed. But when the man hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and pulled her panties down, she tried to twist free.

	"Uh uh," Bug said as he shook his head. "You gotta be naked so I can give you want you want. And if you tell, you're gonna be in big trouble."

	Debbie stood still, confused and frightened as Bug clumsily removed her skirt and blouse, leaving her dressed in only her white socks and black Mary Jane shoes. The man looked kind of funny - all red in the face and sweating as his purplish tongue licked his lips.

	The girl was just beautiful - like a porcelain doll. Bug didn't know what porcelain was but knew Debbie would make a pretty doll as he rubbed his hands over her creamy body. The only disappointment was that her nipples didn't harden like the other girl's had. He had to really work at them before the agitation forced them to respond. Then he played his fingers over Debbie's soft tummy and then down to the bald piece of Paradise below. 

	Debbie trembled as her private place was molested. Bug was panting heavily now as the smooth, warm flesh of the child's sex compressed and re-shaped beneath his pokes and light pinches. He was sure she was supposed to be wet like he had seen in the movies, but she was still bone dry.

	Then it occurred to him that she probably didn't know what to do. Picking the youngster up, he carried her to his cleaning cart where he swept the top clear all items. Laying Debbie on her back, he pulled her legs apart and diddled her cunny so more to no effect. She was crying again, making funny murmuring sounds as tears dripped sideways from her eyes. 

	But bug knew she really wasn't crying - she was just getting horny. Still, little girls could be very noisy and he didn't want to take any chances. After stuffing a rag in her mouth, he wound some tape around her head to hold it in place.

	Rummaging around in one of the cart's drawers, he found a tube of Vaseline. He used it for extra pleasure when he would occasionally masturbate in the girls' bathroom. Humming to himself, he happily applied his lubrication.

	Debbie was hoping this scary stuff was over and Bug would let her get dressed and take her home. He had touched her in a naughty way but was now smearing something on that strange thing of his. It must be a boy's pee-pee, she decided. But she didn't raise a fuss and tried to keep her crying to a minimum even after he put the rag in her mouth. After all, she didn't want him telling people how she missed the bus and then was naked. 

	When he was done, Bug turned to her and grinned while he smeared a dollop of the stuff between Debbie's legs. Debbie flinched at the greasiness of it, feeling a little of it actually go inside of her where he pressed harder with his finger. Then he took his big hard thing and touched her private place with it. 

	And he pushed against her. As he pushed, Debbie felt her private place stretching and hurting. She didn't want to get hurt and was about to say something when a searing sensation of being ripped open between her legs flashed white hot through her senses.

	Bug loved watching the little girl's hairless pussy as its plump form flattened and spread, the pliant outer labia closing around his prick as he bored against the reluctantly stretching small portal of her opening and then the elastic resistance of her hymen. He rocked on his feet, savoring the feel of the child's innocence. He knew enough from his endless web browsing that this was a cherry and they were made for just one thing.

	With a fierce grunt, Bug drove forward, ripping the child's maidenhead apart. His prick head was greeted by a hot gush of blood as Debbie's eyes bulged and her scream sounded through her gag. He figured she was excited and did his best to satisfy her craving. Hammering relentlessly with his cock, he pressed the six year-old's sex into premature service.

	As the man drove into the first grader's virgin twat, she tried to fight him the only way she could. With her arms pinned by his hands and her thighs wedged wide apart by his body, she kicked the heels of her shoes against his hips. Her flailing went virtually unheeded as Bug worked a heavy rhythm of hard thrusts in and out of the meaty grip of the tot's defiled cuntlet.

	Debbie became worn out from the pain and pressure of her rape, managing a few feeble kicks before dropping her legs and surrendering to the janitor's assault. Bug grinned as he watched his little sweetie lie back to enjoy her first fuck. Her copious tears were clearly those of joy as he turned her into his whore. And damn if her feverish cunt wasn't getting hotter by the minute as he rubbed against the straining walls of her baby tube. 

	"Here it comes," he laughed.

	Debbie couldn't comprehend the latest presence introduced into her body as Bug pumped his seed into her childish womb. All she knew was that it was boiling hot and kind of slimy as it jetted deeper into lower belly. Maybe it would go into her tummy and that made her feel sick.

	With a loud sigh, Bug stepped back, pulling out of the girl while his bloodied semen poured from her abused hole. Debbie grew paler than her usual complexion as he eyes landed on his fuck-fluid coated cock. He giggled in a weirdly high voice - obviously, she must be impressed. Then he looked down at the flood from her crotch, amazed that so much stuff could have been inside such a tight space.

	Taking more rags, he wiped her clean. Little girls could be so messy!

	Twenty minutes later, his truck pulled in front of her house, only slightly later than Debbie usually arrived home. Debbie hadn't said a word since Bug had taken her, scared to say or do anything that would get her into even more trouble. With a walk that was halfway between a waddle and a limp, Debbie made her way to the door.

	Bug laughed as he watched her. Little girls could be so funny!

	It was the start of a beautiful relationship for Bug. Not bad for someone who was "Not Quite Right". How many of those doctors and teachers would be impressed that he was fucking such a cute little thing?

	Oh sure, they couldn't meet every day. But a week later, Debbie did the same act, obviously arranging for those fourth graders to chase her into the bathroom so she could meet with Bug. And she was so surprised when he introduced something new to her.

	She sounded like a happy piglet through the cloth in her mouth, grunting and squealing as Bug relentlessly drove into the heated confines of her untried ass. Since he was able to stuff more of his cock into her tiny bunghole, Bug was able to thrust longer and harder into the squirming six year-old's Vaseline-greased bowels. And he could tell she was into it from the way her smooth little ass globes jiggled every time he went in.

	Debbie's vision blurred as her throbbing anus was punished by the greased shaft that drove in and out of her with frightening speed. It was if her body was betraying her, her rectum spreading to let the man do this hurtful thing to her. She tried to fight him, squeezing with her asshole. But her muscles were too small and his girth was too much. The sawing motion kept going, punishing her rear with fiery force. 

	She grunted in humiliation as she felt the slimy surge of that strange wet stuff shoot in boiling tendrils further into her ravished bottom. Her only consolation was that this meant that the man was done with her.

	Bug laughed again as he later watched Debbie do her funny walk into her house.

	The following week, Debbie sat in the stall, clamping her jaws shut. No matter how she tried to avoid those girls, they sometimes found a way to corral her into the bathroom. She hoped Bug wouldn't notice her if she remained quiet as she sat on the toilet with her legs curled up. 

	Listening as he shuffled around, her heart froze as she heard him suddenly stop. Then she heard him walk quickly toward the door. His steps halted and the click of the door's bolt lock told Debbie she had been found. Resigned to whatever Bug had planned, she stood up in the stall and hoped to make it go by quicker. 

	Bug swung the door open, smiling as he watched the little girl undressing for more fun.




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