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The Marble Statue
Part 40. Lacie Loses Her Mind. part Two


Marsha was amazed at well her cousin played her part. Even though Lacie had only recently turned fifteen, she seemed so experienced and
capable of handling multiple types of situations. Being dared to strip off her shirt and bra, then pretend to be some wacked out of her mind
crazy person could not have been the easiest thing to accomplish...but accomplish it she did.

Not covering her exposed tits at all, tits that had developed significantly over the last year with impressive nipples that stick out a long way
topping the creamy skin of her mounds, that girl let them swing freely as she swayed her body back and forth. Marsha always wanted to see
partially unclothed zombies on "The Walking Dead" tv show, showing more rotting skin than the show already did. Marsha would have danced
with delight if she got to see male zombies that had their cocks swinging about as they chased down human prey. She would have been thrilled
to see women zombies baring boobs as they shuffled around in groups searching for food. All Lacie needed was some pasty white makeup and
scars on her body to make the resemblance of being a zombie complete.

Looking totally drugged out, looking lost and focused at the same time, Lacie turns her attention to the young male security guard in front of
her. That guy is totally in over his head. He should have gotten on the phone to call for police assistance, but he went over to the distressed
girl without contacting anyone. The guard is offering to help, but Lacie is asking for help of a different kind. She wants the teenage gate
guard to fuck her. Marsha had to supress a laugh when she heard her cousin saying that.

"I need your help. I'm so hot I'm burning up. My body aches for somebody to touch me." Lacie keeps coming up with more ways to express
her needs.

When Lacie gets close enough to the guard she drops downward, grabbing the guard by the belt of his uniform slacks.

"You have what I need," Lacie shouts out, then she tugs on the belt and gets both the buckle unfastened and the snap of the pants as well.
The guard tries to back up, but Lacy has one hand on his underwear waistband and uses the other hand to pull the pants all the way down to
the ankles. If the guard had a cellphone in his pocket its now out of the reach of his hands. The guard uses his hands to grab hold of Lacie's
wrists. This is the point where the guard might take stronger action and take control of things. Marsha uses this moment to jump into the
fray.

Marsha steps out of the shadows into the light in front of the guard shack and entrance gate.

"I'm so glad I found her. I thought I'd never find her in time."

The guard guy looks up and he seems somewhat relieved to see a second person arriving, while at the same time looking bewildered and
embarrassed at being found with his pants down at his ankles.

"This girl just came out of nowhere. She's crazy. She had no shirt on. I didn't take it off if that's what you are thinking."

"It's my friend Lulu. She has a condition. Nymphostasis. She has to have sexual contact or she'll go into orgasmalectic shock. If you let her
squeeze your penis it will help her to calm down. Yeah I know it sounds crazy. Just do it."

The Marble Statue
Part 41. Lacie Loses Her Mind. Part Three


Not surprisingly, the gate guard was not exactly willing to immediately drop his boxers and let Lacie touch his dick. Lacie has a hold on the
front waistband of the boxers, but had so far been unable to yank them down. Marsh continued her pseudo-science mumbo jumbo.

"Have you ever heard of a stress ball, those round things people can squeeze on when they get upset about something. For Lulu the thing that
works best is something only a boy has. She's way overdue for her cock therapy. Normally her cousin volunteers to be handled by her, but he
didn't show up today. Lulu freaked out and climbed out her window and ran off. See that...she's starting to go into the tremors and shakes.
She's running out of time!"

Assisted in knowing what to do next by Marsha's suggestions, Lacie shakes her body. Then falling backward she slumps down to the pavement.
Moaning loudly she trembles like she's going into a sieizure. Lacie's breasts jiggled enticingly like two large bowls of peach jello. Marsha leans
over the body of her cousin, and she grabs both breasts, fondling them.

The young gate guard stands there dumbfounded. The sight of a half naked fifteen year old girl lying prone on the street is enough to make
him stare. The sight of another girl the same age massaging the prone girl's bare breasts was enough to make him stay and watch without thinking
of calling for assistance. Lacie groans louder, rubbing her groin with her right hand. Lacie writhes like a wounded animal.

"Okay, okay...I'l do it. Tell me what to do."

Finally, the guard is getting with the program. Marsha tells him to kick off the pants from around his ankles.

"What's your name by the way? I want to thank you later for helping us." Marsha looks up at the slender, handsome young guy in the brown
uniform shirt and no pants on.

"Uh, I'm Donavan. Call me Don," the guard says, and he actually reaches out his hand like he's greeting guests to the worksite.

"We haven't much time, Donavan. Take those boxers off. She's burning up, getting a fever."

There's been a time or two...or three...when Marsha got a young guy to take some or all of his clothes off. For the first time she got someone
several years older than her to expose themselves by request. She asked that Donavan take his underwear off and he did it. Don slips his
blue and white checker boxers down his slender but surprisingly muscular legs. It was at that moment that Marsha saw those legs with a full
measure of attention. Those legs were fantastic. No hint of hair on them. The calves are curved mounds of firmness and higher up the thighs
were showing distinct signs this young guy is super fit. Then the first glance at Donavan's dick shows his entire pubic area is just as smooth
as his legs.

"Kneel down to where she can grab you. Yes, that's it. Now pick up her hand. Bring it to your penis. Lulu will know what to do with it."

Donavan did everything as instructed, and as soon as Lacie's hand touches the guard's penis the hand wraps around firmly. Immediately the hand
squeezed and tugs on Donavan's limp dick, which besides being completely devoid of hair, is long and slender like a snake. The snake like penis
is accompanied by a pair of very dangly testicles. It doesn't take long for those balls to tighten up, right as his slender cock fills out impressively.

Lacie makes happy moaning sounds. The moans and groans she made earlier were like she was in pain. Now Marsha's very brave cousin
moans and coos with pleasure as she grips the guard's penis. Marsha had gone back to massaging her cousin's breasts. In such a situation
Marsha is not about to pass up any opportunities. The first time her hands wrapped around Lacie's tits, her cousin had glanced over with a
somewhat surprised look on her face. Lacie could have ended the whole thing right there, but she stayed in character and appears to writhe
around slowly while enjoying all the sensations.

"Yes. It's starting to work. The seizure has been avoided; I think. But tell me, Donavan...why are you so smooth on the crotch. Do you
shave?"

It's a bold question. One doesn't usually ask strangers about their grooming habits, especially for any of the places below the neck.

"Okay. I guess I'll tell you. I'm a dancer at a nightclub. I help with the entertainment on the weekends. It's my other job. This lousy gate
guard shit sure doesn't pay for much."

Marsha watches as the stroking by Lacie has gotten Donavan completely erect. It's not a thick dick, but the length is similar to a dick she saw
a few times before. The goth guy she used to make the Golem was a tall teen with a schlong eight inches long. Donavan's doesn't look to be as
long as that, but he sure seems to be seven inches or more.

"Wow. You entertain at a club. A dancer. What club is this. I might want to check it out," Marsha says, as she begins to wonder if the upper
body of this guy is as impressive as his lower areas. She wants to see Donavan with that silly tan guard uniform off.

"I doubt you've been there. I dance on Friday and Saturday nights at The Flamingo Lounge."

"You're kidding me, right? The Flamingo Lounge is this town's gay club. Are you old enough to dance there?"

Lacie's hands momentarily paused when the words "gay club" are mentioned. But the stroking resumes after that brief hesitation. It must be
a shock to find out that one is stroking a gay guy's cock and making him hard, and that guy has gotten very hard. His long circumcised penis
has a most impressive head on it. It looks like a battering ram.

Donavan laughs quietly. "I guess you've seen this much of me. Might as well be told everything. I have a fake ID. I have a driver's license that
says I'm twenty-one. I'm actually nineteen. Being so young looking helped get me the position. I'm called Delectable Donny at the nightclub."

"I can see why you'd be so popular. Oh...look. Somebody else is coming."

Leopold has stayed in the shadows long enough. Apparently he wants to get in on this. Maybe he doesn't want to lose a chance to see his
sister's breasts up close while bathed in such a strong light that shines down from the top of the metal gate and the little spotlights spaced
around the roof of the guard shack.

"How is my dear cousin doing?" Leo asks as he runs up to the group. He kneels down and pulls Marsha's hands away from his sister's chest. Then
he places his head down on the chest of his sister, listens to the heartbeat. The guard, Donavan, can only look on in disbelief as another
person has joined this very strange party. Having another person show up must remind him of how weird this all must be, kneeling down while
getting his dick stroked by a young teenager.

"This is your cousin?" Donavan asks. "I would not have done this if it wasn't medically necessary. You are the one who she dick squeezes to
prevent her um, uh condition?"

Lacie paused her stroking. She is staring up at Donavan, then looking over at her brother. Lacie is doing a great job of acting like she's coming
out of a trance.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" And then Lacie looks closer at the dick still in her grip. "Where did this big dick come from?"