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 The story of the Three Little Pyggs

   Once upon a time there were three little Pyggs, and even the youngest
(who had just turned ten) felt that she'd heard every possible joke about
their name at least a million times.  Which did not stop her from taunting
her older sisters about their weight when she was feeling bratty.

   One day they came home from school to find a note from their mother and
their house mostly emptied of all its furniture:

   "Girls, life is tough.  I ran off with a traveling preacher you'll have
to make your own way in the world from now on.  The landlord will be by to
evict you in about an hour.  Love mom"

   Naturally there was a great deal of consternation and confusion among
the Pygg sisters, but eventually they stopped bickering and decided that it
would be best if they took what meager possessions they still had and made
their own way in the world.

   The first little Pygg, Helen, was sixteen and a half, and thus could
legally work in their state.  She packed her clothes and a few candy bars
from the pantry and set off to make her way in the world.  Soon she came to
a fast food franchise and spoke with the manager.

   "Excuse me sir," she said politely, "I've just been kicked out of my
house by my mom, can I have a job here so I can make my way in the world?"

   The manager looked her up and down.  She was a cute little Pygg, a touch
on the chubby side but very nice looking indeed.  "Why sure lil darlin!"
Said the fast food manager with a leer.  "But I'll have to check out your
qualifications first.  How about you slip out of those tight little jeans
and let me see if you're prepared for an exciting career in the food
service?"

   Helen had expected something like this, after all their story was being
written by a pervert, so without even a sigh of resignation, she undressed.

   The manager liked what he saw.  Helen was a good looking girl, and he
didn't mind that she wasn't stick thin.  Her breasts were full and perky,
her butt nicely rounded, and if she had a tiny buddha belly, he didn't mind
at all.  He noticed that she hadn't shaved, but her pubic hair was sparse
and didn't prevent him from seeing her lips.  He liked what he felt even
more as he hefted Helen's breasts and ran his thumbs across her nipples.

   "Yes, I think you'll work out just fine little Pygg," said the manager.
"But you'll have to deal with the occasional hard thing that comes up." He
wiggled his eyebrows as he said that, and pointed towards the bulge in the
front of his pants.

   While Helen wasn't the brightest of people she had more experience in
sexual matters than either of her younger sisters, and did not
misunderstand the manager's intent.  She knelt down on the carpet in his
office, unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard cock out of his pants.

   "My," she said, lying through her teeth, "its so big!" And then,
stopping only to look up at the manger through her eyelashes while licking
her lips slowly and sensuously, she popped his tiny dick into her mouth and
began fellating him with a skill honed on the high school basketball team.
After just a few seconds of her skillful mouth, the manager came, shooting
a startlingly large amount of his semen down the little Pygg's throat.  She
swallowed it all, like the good girl she was, and then kissed the head of
his rapidly deflating cock before sliding it back into the manager's pants.

   After she had dressed, the manager gave her an advance on her pay, and
she set off to find a place to live.

   Unfortunately, a career in fast food does not earn even a girl as orally
skilled as Helen much money, and the only apartment she could afford was
made of straw.  Still, it was cozy, warm, and came with free cable TV. 
Helen thought she had made a good start on finding her fortune.  She had
just come out of the shower when she heard the Big Bad Wolf knocking at her
door.

   "Little Pygg, little Pygg, let me come in!" He said in a pleasant
baritone that was, nevertheless underlaid with a not very subtle menace.

   "Not by the hair of my muffy muff muff!" Replied the little Pygg.

   "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll kick your door in!" Roared the
Wolf, and matching word to deed he briefly hyperventilated and then, with a
practiced maneuver, he kicked in the first little Pygg's door.

   Helen was frightened, but also intrigued by Wolf's strength and grace,
so different from the pudgy and slightly greasy manager at the fast food
franchise.

   Wolf, for his part, was quite pleased with the sight the nude little
Pygg presented, but was also quite angry that she hadn't let him in.  So,
moving quickly he swept her off her feet, sat on the couch, flipped her
over his knee and began to spank her mercilessly.

   He used only his hand, but to the first little Pygg it felt as if he
were using a horrible paddle.  He struck with a hard and measured pace
that, if he so desired, he could keep up for hours.  And, though Helen
wasn't fat, her butt was delightfully plump and Wolf quite enjoyed the feel
of her cheeks as his hand crashed into them, the sight of them wobbling
with each blow, and the lovely way they turned first a blushing pink then,
as he continued, an ever deepening red.  He also quite enjoyed the way,
when the first little Pygg kicked her legs she treated him to pleasant
glimpses of both her asshole and pussy.

   Within minutes her butt was bright red and she was, between sobs,
promising to be a good little Pygg.

   Soon enough the Wolf decided that he wanted to move on to other
pleasures, and after flipping the girl onto her back and without even
pausing to admire the view he plunged his face into her now moist and
engorged cunt.  Soon she was wrapping her legs around his head as she came,
and came, and came.

   Finally, as she lay exhausted on the couch Wolf pulled his cock out of
his pants and shoved it into her now well lubricated and relaxed cunt in a
single long and hard thrust that ended at her cervix.

   The first little Pygg had enjoyed the Wolf's tongue, but she found his
cock to be even better.  Unlike the small member of the fast food manager,
Wolf was long and thick, and nearly tireless.  He fucked her until she had
come more times than she could count (though, given Helen's poor
mathematical ability that was not, admittedly, a particularly high number)
before he finally pulled out and shot his wad all over her face, boobs, and
now gaping pussy.

   Then, without another word, the Wolf left, and the first little Pygg
fell into an exhausted sleep.

   So exhausted, in fact, that she overslept and when she arrived at the
fast food franchise the next day the manager told her that good cocksucker
or no, she was fired and he expected his advance on her pay to be returned.

   Having nowhere else to turn, the first little Pygg set off to find her
sister.

   * * * * * * * * *

   The second little Pygg, after she got over the shock of her mother's
note had, as her older sister had, packed a few clothes and some food then
set off to find work.

   Unfortunately, as she was only 14, she knew she wouldn't be able to find
any legitimate employment, so she set off for the red light district in
search of someone involved with a child "modeling" website.  Quickly
navigating the dark alleyways and narrow streets Lisa found a dingy
portrait studio festooned with posters of young girls in skimpy underwear.

   She found the photographer/owner and said "Pardon me kind sir, my mother
has run off with a traveling preacher and I have nowhere to live and no
money.  Can I work as one of your models?"

   The photographer/owner, a lean and muscular black woman in her mid
forties looked the second little Pygg up and down with a shrewed eye. 
"Well sweetie, its a little hard to say with all those clothes in the way,
why don't you go to the dressing room over there and put on something a
little nicer and we'll find out if you've got what it takes to make it as a
model."

   The second little Pygg stepped into the dressing room and quickly
removed her jeans, t-shirt, and cotton briefs.  She didn't wear a bra
because her breasts weren't really big enough to bother yet.  She put on
some red fishnet stockings and a red lace teddy with built in garter belt,
and slipped into a pair of red high heeled shoes.  Lisa blushed a little as
she saw herself in the mirror, the teddy was almost transparent and she
could clearly see not only her small breasts, but also her nearly bald
pussy.  But, knowing she had no better choice, she squared her shoulders
and strutted into the main studio.  The effect was ruined when she stumbled
a bit because she wasn't used to high heels, but she did try.

   The photographer/owner liked what she saw.  The second little Pygg was a
little on the plump side, but no one could seriously call her fat. 
Moreover she had a nice fresh face and some very nice legs indeed.  She
walked all around the second little Pygg and knew that the second little
Pygg would soon be pulling in plenty of new subscribers to her "modeling"
website.

   "Yes, I think you can work for me with no problems at all little Pygg."
Said the photographer/owner.  Then, after quickly licking her lips in
anticipation she continued "But there is one minor detail.  We can't have
any girls around here who don't smell just right, so if you'll get up on
the couch over there and spread your legs I'll test that out too."

   The second little Pygg, who had often whiled away the idle hours of the
afternoon lapping at the folds of her older sister's cunt knew what the
photographer/owner had in mind, and quickly made herself comfortable on the
couch.  The older woman gently pushed aside the almost transparent fabric
covering the girl's crotch and pushing her face close inhaled the wonderful
scent of the second little Pygg's pussy.  The second little Pygg had only a
bit of hair, mostly on her mound, and very little on her lips.

   The photographer/owner gently spread the girl's outer lips and began
lapping at her clit, inner lips, and vagina with the air of a connoisseur
tasting a new wine.  Evidently she approved of the flavor for soon she had
her face buried in the girl's muff and was licking away like the
experienced lesbian she was.

   After bringing Lisa to a few nice orgasms, the photographer/owner hiked
up her skirt, pushed her panties to the side and sat on the young girl's
face.  The second little Pygg found that the photographer/owner could have
done with a shower, but as she licked away the day's accumulation of sweat
and slightly stale pussy juice found that the new juices flowing from her
employer were quite palatable.  Soon her experience in the fine art of
cunnilingus, brought about thanks to her older sister's patient tutelage,
rewarded her with the thrill of giving the older woman to a series of mind
blowing orgasms, each one drenching her young face with a new torrent of
fresh and tasty pussy juice.

   After catching her breath, the photographer/owner gave Lisa a few
hundred, both in thanks for the wonderful evening and as an advance on the
photoshoot scheduled for the next day, and sent her off in the direction of
some cheap housing.

   Unfortunately, the second little Pygg quickly discovered that even with
the fake ID she'd paid for with a blowjob in an alley she had a hard time
finding a place to stay, and finally settled on a small apartment made of
sticks.  She had just taken a quick shower to rinse her face off, when she
heard her sister knocking at the door.

   As the two swapped stories, and a certain amount of spit, they suddenly
stiffened as they heard the Big Bad Wolf knocking at their door.

   "Little Pyggs, little Pyggs, let me in." He rumbled.

   "Not by the hair of our muffy muff muffs!" the sisters chorused in
reply.

   "Then I'll huff.  And I'll puff.  And I'll kick your door in!" Bellowed
the Wolf, and he did just that.

   After winking at his earlier conquest, the Wolf turned his attention to
the second little Pygg.  "You aren't a very hospitable girl," he said,
taking off his belt.  "I think I'll teach you some manners." And so saying
he snatched up the second little Pygg and bent her over a chair in the
apartment's cramped living room.

   Her butt, the Wolf reflected, was not as generous and plump as that of
the first little Pygg, but nevertheless he found it to be quite
satisfactory.  Especially the way it jiggled when he brought his belt down
across Lisa's cheeks.  After just a few swats the second little Pygg was
crying.  As he deftly wielded the belt, leaving a slightly overlapping
pattern of marks on the girl's ass, the Wolf noticed that the first little
Pygg was masturbating as she watched her sister's punishment.  "Hmmm," he
thought as he laid his final swat onto his victim's butt, "I'll have to
remember that she's a switch...."

   The spanking finished, he rubbed the girl's butt and kissed her little
nipples until her sobbing stopped.  Then he sat in the chair she had so
recently been bent over, and pushed her down to her knees between his legs
and pulled out his massive erection.

   "You are a naughty girl," said the Wolf, "look how you made me get hard
while I was innocently and chastely punishing you for being so rude.  You'd
better make that swelling go away."

   The second little Pygg quickly went to work, her head bobbing up and
down while her tongue swirled all around the Wolf's penis.  Naturally, as
she exercised her skill as a cocksucker, she began to rub her clit, and
soon was cumming harder than she ever had before.  As the Wolf laid back to
enjoy Lisa's mouth, he called over the first little Pygg, and had her bend
over and spread her cheeks so he could finger her tight little asshole.

   After just a few minutes of that the Wolf put his other hand on the back
of Lisa's head and gently forced her mouth down onto his cock while he shot
stream after stream of his thick cum down her throat.

   Satisfied that he had taught the girls manners, the Wolf straightened
his clothing and left them with a cheery wave.

   A few minutes later the apartment manager came by and told the two
little Pyggs that whoring on her property was a violation of their lease,
and she wanted them out by morning.

   The next day they went out looking for their sister.

   * * * * * * * * *

   Candy, the third little Pygg, had sighed when she saw her older sisters
pack nothing but a few clothes and some candy bars.  After they left she
filled a large suitcase with a few clothes of her own, her laptop computer,
a few pots and pans from the kitchen, and (after checking to make sure no
one was watching) the contents of a small space under a loose floorboard.

   Pulling the suitcase behind her, the third little Pygg went to a nearby
ATM and found, as she had expected, that their mother hadn't thought to
empty her bank account yet.  Using a duplicate card she had made long ago,
she withdrew every cent.  "Hope your traveling preacher likes you now that
you're broke", Candy muttered as she walked away from the ATM.

   Then, using a fake ID claiming she was a 47 year old Russian midget
named "Olga", Candy obtained a very nice brownstone apartment, with two
bedrooms and bathrooms as she knew that her older, but dumber, sisters
would soon fail at their attempts at independent living and come to mooch
off her.

   Finally, the third little Pygg broke into the "secured" WiFi of one of
her neighbors, and settled down to look for work as a freelance computer
security specialist.

   The next day, just after she finished making a lovely pot roast for
dinner, she heard her sisters knocking on her door.  She let them explain
their tales of woe, tried not to roll her eyes too much at their
foolishness, and then told them that they could live with her as long as
they'd do the housework and eat her out on demand.  The first two little
Pyggs were overjoyed at the news, and had just given their little sister a
hug (and a few gropes) when they heard the Big Bad Wolf knocking at the
door.

   "Little Pyggs, little Pyggs, let me in." Said Wolf in a rumbling voice.

   "Not by the hair of my muffy muf-" the older two started to say, when
their younger sister interrupted.

   "Oh shut up.  He'll just kick in the door and, unlike you two fat sluts
I'm not a masochist.  No spankings for me thanks.  Anyway my muff doesn't
even have any hair yet."

   "Just a moment Mr.  Wolf." the third little Pygg called, and then
ordered her sisters to get naked and start doing 69 to provide a nice show
for the Wolf.  h While they were doing that, Candy took off her own
clothes, opened a small container of strawberry flavored KY, and rubbed it
liberally on her bald little pussy.  Then she opened the door with a smile.

   "Please come in Mr.  Wolf," she said.  "As you can see my sisters are
providing entertainment, and I've heard how much you like eating little
girls, so I got ready just for you!" She giggled like an airhead, and
flopped down on the couch with her legs spread wide.

   The Wolf was quite taken aback by the sudden turn of events but
undeniably turned on by the show of lesbian incest, and entranced by the
bald pussy glistening with red gel.  He said nothing, but instead spread
the third little Pygg's lips open and began to lick at the strawberry
flavored pussy she offered him.

   Soon he had licked off the strawberry flavor and was enjoying the little
girl's own musky taste when he found himself getting sleepier and sleepier
until he finally fell completely asleep with his face buried in Candy's
cunt.

   "Humph," said Candy in a slightly irritated tone as she got out from
under the Wolf.  "The guy who sold me those knock out drops said they
worked faster."

   Then, noticing that her sisters were so involved in each other's pussies
that they hadn't even noticed what had happened she shouted "Hey, knock
that off and help me out over here!"

   They quickly stripped the Wolf and then, using the bondage gear that
Candy had packed away in her suitcase they tied him up so tightly he
couldn't move a muscle.  The third little Pygg then went through his wallet
and took the poor Wolf's credit cards, driver's license, and Social
Security card.  After just a few moments at her computer the cleaver little
Pygg had not only transferred everything he owned to her own bank account,
but had also bought tens of thousands of dollars of useful things with his
credit cards, and signed up for several more using his identity.

   Having fucked Wolf economically the young girl decided it would do her a
world of good to do so physically as well.  She belted herself into a strap
on and ordered her sisters to liberally smear both the dildo and the Wolf's
asshole with some of her non-drugged KY.  Then, rousing the Wolf with a
glass of water, the third little Pygg proceeded to peg him for nearly an
hour while she came and came both from the end of the dildo rubbing against
her little clit and from the lovely feeling of power and dominance it gave
her to fuck such a strong and virile man.

   But she finally stopped, exhausted from her orgasms, and withdrew the
dildo from Wolf's sore but pleased asshole.  Despite the fact that he was
unused to being on the receiving end of an ass reaming, the Wolf had found
the experience to be quite enjoyable and, as a result, he was rock hard and
on the verge of cumming just from the girl's dildo in his ass.  At Candy's
direction her sisters milked him until he came all over their faces and
tits with a groan.

   "Now, leave us alone or I'll post the video of you getting fucked by a
little girl online and you'll never live it down." The third little Pygg
said, and pointed at the door.

   The Big Bad Wolf knew he had met his match and quickly put his clothes
back on and slunk out of the apartment, never to be seen in that town
again.

   And so the three little Pyggs lived happily ever after, with the older
two waiting on their sister hand and foot (and occasionally mouth and cunt)
as they lived quite comfortably on her earnings.

   The end.

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