Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Will Somers Title: A Good Deed Universe: Twisted Primer Summary: Little Joanie got lost in the woods. Can someone save her from the mean boy who found her? Keywords: bg, oral, 1st, msolo, parody, viol It was a beautiful afternoon. Joanie was skipping through the woods with Margie and Laurie, her best friends in the fourth grade. They all wore nice, new sundresses. The little skirts fluttered. Pigtails and braids rippled in the warm sunshine. The three girls looked like dancing flowers. Sometimes the bouncing hems flashed their cute little undies. The little girls laughed. Birds sang. Woodpeckers went tap-tap-tap against old trees. Joanie was in front. She wanted to show off her pretty sundress first. It was bright orange with with a big, ruffled flounce. It had little ties at the shoulders. She laughed and giggled as she skipped. Joanie went faster and faster. She wanted to stay in front. Then she stopped. It was very quiet. Suddenly she turned around. Margie and Laurie were gone! Where were they? She listened carefully. She was very quiet. She listened very carefully. There were sounds in the woods, far away. Maybe it was Margie and Laurie. Joanie ran towards the sounds, but she couldn't find her friends. She looked around again and sighed. She was lost in the woods! Joanie wanted to cry. She sat on an old, fallen tree. Maybe somebody would see her and rescue her. She sat and waited, and tried not to cry. Finally she heard footsteps. A bigger boy was walking through the woods. He wore a dark shirt and long pants. Joanie called to him, "Can you help me? I'm lost in the woods!" The bigger boy turned and looked at her. Joanie shivered a little. He didn't look like a nice boy. He walked over to her. Joanie asked again, "How do I get out of the woods?" The boy grabbed her arm. It hurt. Joanie cried out. The boy took her over to a tree. He was rough. Joanie said, "Stop it! That hurts!" Joanie tried to get away from him, but the boy held her too tightly. He was mean. The boy held her against the tree. He started to lift up her dress! Joanie tried to scream. The mean boy put his hand around her neck! He held her really tightly. She couldn't make a sound. Joanie felt his hand on her leg. Then she felt his hand on her undies! Joanie couldn't breathe. The mean boy's hand was too tight. She felt him tug at her undies, but she couldn't stop him. It got darker and darker. Joanie was really afraid, but she was falling asleep. **** Mark was hiking through the woods. He moved very quietly. His boy scout uniform was the same color as the woods. He was hard to see. He used his walking stick to quietly move branches out of the way. His patrol was working on a special boy scout badge. They were looking for woodpeckers. All of the boys moved quietly. They listened for a "tap, tap, tap" against an old tree. They didn't want to scare the birds away. Mark wanted to find a yellow bellied sapsucker. He guessed they lived deep in the woods. Mark heard a strange noise. It wasn't a woodpecker. It sounded like a large animal. Maybe it was a deer! Quietly, he walked towards the sound. He saw a boy with a dark shirt in front of a tree. He crouched on the ground. The boy was lifting something. It was a long, skinny leg. At one end was a puffy orange sock and a little white tennis shoe. The boy was tugging at something pink and silky. Mark crept closer. Then he saw the little girl in her orange sundress. She had fainted on the ground. The boy was pulling off her undies! Silent as an Indian stalking a wild deer, Mark crept even closer. The boy in the dark shirt stood up. Mark saw him unzip his pants. Then the boy took out his crank! He looked at the little girl lying on the ground and rubbed his crank. She didn't move. His crank grew big and stiff. Mark was a little scared because the boy was bigger than him. He thought about bears and how you could scare them away with surprise and noise. Maybe, if he was really loud, the big boy would be scared away. Making his voice as low and loud as he could, Mark roared! He stood up as tall as he could in his scout uniform. He ran at the boy with his hiking stick! The bigger boy was caught by surprise. He thought Mark was a policeman. He ran away as fast as he could! **** When the mean boy was gone, Mark turned to the little girl. He knew who she was. Her big brother was in the other boy scout troop. She went to Mark's old grade school. But Joanie was still lying on the ground next to the tree. The noise didn't wake her up. Mark checked the little girl's breathing. She was breathing. He checked her heartbeat. It was fine. Joanie's pretty orange sundress was smudged with dirt. The hem was all bunched up around her waist. Her legs were spread open. For the first time, Mark saw a girl's muffie. He knew all about muffies. He saw pictures of them in books. The older boy scouts talked about muffies at the campfire after the leaders went to bed. Mark knew the mean boy was going to stick his crank in Joanie's little muffie. He wondered if Joanie was OK. He wondered if she was still a virgin. Mark didn't know what to look for. He looked anyway. He knelt next to Joanie. His fingers gently spread open her little muffie. It was strange and beautiful. It made him think of something fancy at a flower shop. Mark felt sorry for the little girl. The mean boy probably scared her a lot. The little girl would be sad and scared when she woke up. Mark wished he could make her feel safe, relaxed, and happy. Once at a campfire, a bigger scout told a naughty joke. He said that girls are like dogs. They like to be patted, but not on the head. They like being patted on the muffie! Another scout said it's like rubbing your crank. A girl gets relaxed and happy when her boyfriend rubs her muffie. Mark took off his neckerchief. He put a corner in his mouth. He made it really wet. He gently rubbed the little girl's muffie with the damp neckerchief. Joanie made a happy litle sigh, but she didn't wake up. There wasn't any dirt, but Mark kept wiping anyway. *** Then Mark remembered the last campfire. The oldest scout was talking about muffies again. What girls like best, he said, was when the boy licks her muffy with his tongue. Mark thought about it. He carefully bent over the little girl. He spread her little muffie open with his fingers again. He stuck out his tongue. Then he licked Joanie's little muffie up and down. Joanie sighed. It was a happy little sound. Mark licked her muffy some more. He liked the taste. Joanie sighed again and again. Mark licked her again and again. Suddenly Joanie let out a loud gasp. She was waking up! Mark sat up. He pulled her dress down to cover her little muffy. Joanie opened her eyes. She saw Mark and gasped in fear. "It's okay," he said. "You're safe now." Joanie sat up. She looked at Mark and saw his boy scout uniform. "There was a mean boy in the woods," she said. "He grabbed me. He...," Joanie started to cry. "It's okay. I chased him away with my stick." Joanie stopped crying. She looked at Mark. "You are my hero!" Mark felt his face turn red, but all he said was "Maybe you should rest some more." Joanie put her head back on the ground. She looked at Mark. Then she asked, "Could you lick my muffy some more? It felt very nice." Mark's face turned red again. Joanie knew what he did! But she liked what he did. Mark lifted her orange dress. Gently, his fingers spread her little muffy open. Then he licked her muffy up and down. Joanie sighed happily. Mark licked some more. He tickled the cute little button at the top of her muffie. Joanie gasped for breath. Her whole body started shaking. "Oh, oh, oh!" she said. Joanie was "cumming." The older scouts said that girls would shake and gasp when they were "cumming." They didn't squirt goo like boys. Joanie started to relax. Mark stopped licking. He sat up. He patted Joanie's bare leg. She was a very pretty little girl. Mark liked to lick her muffy. Joanie sat up and looked at Mark. She looked really happy, but a little shy. Then she asked, "Can I be your girlfriend?" Mark didn't answer. Joanie heard tapping high in a tree. She looked up. It was a woodpecker. The head was red and white. The chest was yellow. **** Feel free to copy and/or modify this work and redistribute it as long as you acknowledge that the new work copies some content from this story. Cite this story by name and acknowledge its author, Will Somers. **** This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 543 Howard Street, 5th Floor, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.