August Moone
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 11
And then…

And then what happened?
	Sweat began to roll into his eyes.  The incessant buzzing of insects began to piss him off.  But still he waited.  His hand was growing numb and he had to pee.  His balls itched and sweat was trickling thru his pubes.  But he waited.  He understood the concept of why hunters did their hunting in the wee hours of the break of day, this afternoon shit was the pits!
	The 8-pointer moved his big head back down to drink.  When he came up again POW! He was going to get it.  Jason hoped.  The food stores at the New Digs was okay, but getting old.  With so much bullshit going on about the various law enforcement agencies feverously patrolling the woods by the roads as well as in the air, traipsing back and forth into town was not so wise.
	The deer swished its tail and then suddenly raised its head and looked back into the deep woods.  Jason held his numb finger on the trigger--a scooch from pulling it and bringing home some real meat--and not that crappy canned shit.
	The deer was gone.  In a flash.  Scampering off like something worse than a hunter’s bullet was after it.  Jason swallowed then held his breath.  Perhaps going out alone wasn’t such a good idea.  He had a whole speech to give to whoever confronted him, it suddenly evaporated though he feverously sought to concoct another.
	Just then a man appeared in the woods, taking a piss.
	He was in a camouflaged attire, but not a military person (of the day.)
	He seemed extremely cautious and then--right before Jason’s eyes--was gone.  Jason blinked the pesky sweat out of his eyes.  He dare not move.  The urge to pee, though, was increasing ten-fold.  It was getting too damn hot out and he thought of the cool-cool creek right there.
	A twig snapped.  Close at hand.
	A twig/branch broke from a high tall pine and tumbled to the forest floor.  Maybe the man hadn’t been there at all--he was a figment of his imagination.  Yeah, that was it--a figment…
	“Gulp!”
	A blade suddenly came to Jason’s throat.
	“Who are you?” asked a deep demanding voice.
	“J-Jason.” said the boy stammering.  Gulping and the blade cut into the skin of his throat.
	The blade relaxed.
	“You alone?”
	“Sorta, right now, I mean, but there’s--”
	“Where’s Noah?”
	“Back at the Digs.” the boy was ready and willing to give up all kinds of information.
	“Let’s go.”

                                                         *

	Kim lay under Janice, their legs extended and spread out as far wide as possible.  Kim’s tongue danced and licked as much as it could before tiring of Janice’s cunt.  Her hands were free, but only to a point.  She was “instructed” to rub Janice’s ass, as she was on top, and to spread the cheeks.  A teen boy Kim knew as Brock stuffed Janice’s glory hole.  When his sweaty hairless balls began to slap and flop Kim grabbed them and held them, sucking on them and watching in awe (if not horror) as Brock sodomized the woman on top.
	The two women were broken.  As was ALL the members of the New Digs, from the first group of the Cabinites to those “acquired” from the woods.  From the youngest to the oldest, girls and boys, broken.  There was nothing to do but comply.  Failure to comply resulted in serious beatings, brandings, and a night--or two, in the “pit.”  
	Though there were pairings for the most part the New Dig inhabitants willingly “serviced” everyone.  Themselves and each other.  There were daily routines, weekly, and sometimes hourly.  Everyone had a task, either sexual or general house upkeep.  Only a month was needed to bring everyone into compliance--full compliance.  Most of the New Digs inhabitants fell easily into line without much fuss.  There were still some who resisted, but a few beatings, a branding to the ass and bottom of the feet, and a couple nights in the ‘pit’ settle them right out.
	Noah sat on a tree stump that had been carefully hewn out to form a chair.  With him was his near ever present naked granddaughter, Katey.  Katey had been one who was not so inclined to except the narly business of the New Digs environment, but she was off-limits to the physical abuse.  She was spanked only by her grandpa but not tortured.  She, along with her siblings and best friend, DJ, was allowed to roam free about the New Digs, inside mostly.  Roaming outside was not advisable mainly for the safety reasons--not wanting them to get bitten by a snake or some other bug, to trip and break something, encounter a bear or a police officer of some sort.
	It took a little time but Katey finally fell into the grind of going amok butt bare assed naked.  Her friend, black boy DJ, relished it and easily adopted.  He was extremely willing and shucked his clothes the first day after arriving at the New Digs.  His new home.
	Newest Newbies were the brother and sister team, Randy and Melody.  Melody had recovered from her head injury, she was not too keen on by repeatedly sexualized; she was a little concerned about being poked by her very own brother--but tolerated just the same.
	All the other boys who came to “visit” her she had a problem with.
	Randy, though, was visited by all the girls.  He had no problem.
	He wasn’t keen of taking dick in the ass or sucking dick, fondling another’s guys pud or licking rim--but he tolerated it just the same so as it would clear the way to getting back to the girls.  There were mixed emotions in regards to his sister--she wasn’t too keen on being sexed by “everyone”, regardless of age or sex.  She tolerated it just so as she or someone else wouldn’t be physically tortured.
	Randy and Melody had time together, usually they were conscripted to “fuck”.  Melody was so-so okay about, she well enough understood the complexities of their predicament.  Dire.  Compliance was not just required but necessary.  (and making love to her brother wasn’t all bad…)
	She, too, figured he rather enjoyed more than he let on.  Along with banging all the other girls in the New Digs.  She saw him fucking the girls and reeling in it.  He didn’t care for banging off in the boys, sucking their cock; he care less about being buggered himself and less than that about sucking another dude’s schlong.  But he tolerated it so as to be left alone and so that no harm came to anyone else.
	Melly’s hands rested on her brother’s smooth hairless ass.  He had just ‘rocked’ her world.  She had been nailed by how many cocks she didn’t know or could count, she lost count.  Several.  Young boys, pre-teen, and teenage.  She also slurped schlong on an old geezer she assumed was the leader.
	There was dimmed recessed lighting providing less than ample illumination in the small room they shared.  Another boy and another girl also shared the room, they were “out” somewheres else.  Sweat trickled down Randy’s face, his bone finally subsided and eased out of her fevered cunt.  Both received just a little more orgasmic singe as Randy withdrew.
	He almost kissed her he was so caught up in the passion.  His hands cupped her breasts and he lightly-methodically humped her fresh humped pussy one more time.
	“You like it, huh?” Melly said to him in a low voice.  She was very aware of he red indicator light in two corners of their room, not so much as a security issue--although it was, as was it for video taping their every move.
	“What?”  “Huh?” Randy said blinking his eyes and suddenly being aware of what he was doing--and with who.
	He gulped and raised up, Melly wrapped her arms about him and pulled him back down onto her.  Her eyes diverted to the far corner, a look on her face told him to continue “playing it cool.”
	“Well, what else can we do?”
	Melly fell silent, she moved a little under him, Randy realized how he outweighed his sister and eased up off of her to her side.  Melly sighed and stared up to the ceiling.
	“How long have we been here?”
	“I dunno, three, four days, not sure.”
	“Think they’ll kill us?”
	“Naw, not really.” but maybe.
	“This is so crazy!”
	Randy rolled onto his backside, his balls were singing, his cock was throbbing.  He loved it, he loved banging freely the many girls he had ‘visited’.  He tried for a long time not to get so involved with the really young ones--but heck, everyone else was and it wasn’t like the girl(s) were virgins or anything.  They had been well fucked before HE got to them.
	He did prefer, though, the older girls, the teenage girls.
	He didn’t care so much for having to have relations with the boys.
	There was no escape, maybe--possibly.  
	But the threats and warnings…

	Kim spread her legs wide for the receiving of the naked man, she had seen him before, he hadn’t been around in a few days--or how ever long she had been kidnapped.  He said nothing, just appeared at her room and entered.  He was nude, his manly manhood was proud and huge.  Her children had come to visit her, they had “rooms” elsewhere with others.  Kim shared a room with the only other adult captive, Janice (a different Janice than Tammy’s mother from previous chapter.)
	Kim’s kids Brittany-12 and Shaun-10 watched the man mount their mother and fuck her.  He pumped fast and furious, slamming her hard.  His balls slapped loudly and Kim felt more anguish in discomfort than pleasure in enjoyment.
	On and on it went, too.  Relentlessly.  The man striving to get his nut.
	Finally he did.  He gave a mighty shove and his lean rugged body curved, his arms locked.  Only his ass muscles made movements of flexing as his pelvis jutted deeply, his cock buried to the hilt shooting massive wads of liquid love.
	Then there was the immediate plummeting.
	Totally relaxation came over the man, his cock continued to empty into Kim’s snatch.  The woman reeled as her pussy WAS tantalized by the brutality of being raped.  Her pussy involuntarily squeezed about the man’s invading cock.  She clenched her body as a whole and the man suckled her sensitive breasts until he was well spent.
	Kim, too.
	He somehow managed to gather himself and sat back fondling his manliness.  He nodded to Brittany and Shaun.  Nervously, nakedly, the two held hands and came forth.  They were beckoned with a head nod and commanded to “perform” without a word being spoken.  They were well trained.
	Shaun licked out his mother’s cum laden cunny while Brittany sucked off on the man’s cock.
	Shaun finished up his task long before his sister completed hers.  She was managing, though, to restiffen the man’s cock.  When Shaun was silently commanded to “sit on his mother’s face” and to do so literally.
	Then, Kim was silently commanded to suck him.
	Balls and all.  
	Brittany “assumed” the doggie style position and the man fondled her ass, fingered her hole and glided a finger up and down her cunny.  Shaun scooted about on his mother’s face as he was sucked and tantalized to the extreme.
	Finally, when he was stiff enough, he scooted down some on his mother, his ass right at her chin.  Brittany was tapped on the ass and came to mount her brother, guiding his ten year old cock into her twelve year old cunny.
	Brittany, on top, began to do the pumping, looking back to see what the strange man was doing.  He was jerking his gherkin.  The room was a natural cave like setting, carved and hewn from earthy rock.  Lighting (what there was of it) was set in recessed niches in the walls.  There was naturally carved seating and “pallets” on the floor for sleeping.  Little else.
	The man approached and straddled Kim’s head, bits of cum dripped from his cock.  The man smoothed his hand over Brittany’s ass, parted the cheeks and then the girl held her own open for his examination.
	He examined.  Closely.  With eyes, fingers, and then tongue.
	Underneath Kim sobbed some.  Despite all, she just wasn’t used to it.
	The man rested his hardness against Brittany’s ass, spanked it some and glided it up and down the girl’s crack.  Brittany kept her cheeks pried open; underneath her her brother pumped lightly.
	Then, the man tapped Brittany’s ass and had her turn over.  He lifted her legs and with the mother’s help and Brittany’s, guided the boy’s prong into her hole.  Her legs were put back down and spread eagled over her mother’s body--then the man returned and rested his dick against the girl’s well fucked cunny.  He looked over her body as a whole, his face was stoic, no emotion.  He rested a moment, then made insertion and began to fuck her pussy while her brother was up her butt while they all rested on the mother!

*

	“I’ve got some unfinished business in town,” he told them, “I’ll take care of that and then come back.”  maybe.
	Seth was okay with it and offered to go with if need be.  Forrest shined him on, “personal.” no offense.
	None taken.
	Noah, however, didn’t wish to see Forrest go.  He wasn’t overly fond of Seth for some reason.  They got along but the wily old man just felt ruffled. 
	Forrest was glad to see that Seth was alright. He had spent some time in the woods, eluding the various police agencies--law abiding and otherwise.  He had his family so keeping elusive was a bit of a chore.  He didn’t wish to see Forrest go, either--he needed him for security purposes as well as continuing upgrades to the New Digs dwelling.
	But, Forrest had “unfinished” business to tend to and that was that.

*

	Julie Fyber was on the List not yet complete.  She had three brothers, too.  She was--strange.  Not out of the ordinary strange, and perhaps “strange” was not the right word.  Different?  Odd?  Not quite of the norm?  no, none of those really applied.  She was just under 5’5”, extremely slender, and flat chested.  She was sixteen and still in “A” cup.  She also seldom wore underwear.
	She drove a weird car from Detroit, egg shaped with lots of windows.
	Long straight no style red-red-fiery red hair to the middle of her back.
	She was friendly and outgoing, semi-athletic.  She excelled, though, in academics.  Mostly in the sciences.  She was friendly enough and socialized with Skyler.
	It was due to that socializing that Skyler desired her.
	And with new found friend Forrest, it would happen.

Frolicking
	Almost mirroring what had happened with the Tammy incident, the same occurred to Julie.  Julie, though, was alone on the day she was “pegged.”  After a few hours work at an office supply store she zipped home on her own accord--unawares that she was followed.
	She was “pegged” at the front door as she fumbled with keys to gain entry.  The house was in a neighborhood that was quiet and serene.  It was also at the end of a street blocked by a fence.  On the other side was a main avenue.  Forrest and Skyler easily found access thru the fence.  Forrest found access into the house.
	There was a doggie to contend with.  Forrest disliked dogs, ‘special big ferocious ones.  A Rottweiler, with attitude.  Thankfully, though, Forrest and Skyler had scoped out the house prior and were aware of the pooch.  Forrest came prepared.  A roast beef, peppered with cyanide.  A mighty rawhide bone laced with strychnine.  Waffles (yes, waffles) buttered with hashish.
	The family dog had a field day--for about an hour.  Then he was proverbially “sick as a dog” for an hour before collapsing in the backyard.  He didn’t die, though--too mean to do that.  He was extremely ill and puked and crapped for days.  (and any time anyone nearby prepared roast beef--he went a little nuts.
	Back to Julie.  Forrest, inside the house, opened the front door and gently pulled the girl within.  He looked her over, she was okay but not one of a particular interest for him.  He’d doink her, sure, but …
	The house was very unilluminated.  No one home.  There was a sunken living room to one side, the huge front bay window drapes were closed.  It was the dead of summer so conservation was in order to keep a home cool.  The kitchen drapes were open though. 
	Julie was led down the hall to her bedroom.
	Skyler was feeling okay, he had done some upgrades and fine tuning to the Contraption while Forrest had been “away.”  A liquid thermal layer of protection on the CPU and other critical components did the trick to keep the heat down--and lessoned the side effects it produced.
	Julie indeed was flat chested.  She had “something” to offer, but not much.  Much less than a palm full.  Her plaid red shirt was removed along with her kiddie bra.  Skyler stripped off his clothes and Forrest knew the boy would enjoy the girls at the New Digs.  
	And as Skyler had already determined, Julie wore no panties.  She had a drawer full but was one who just didn’t like undies.  So she was instantly nude.  Forrest and Skyler drank her in, fondled her and then laid her out on her bed to close scrutinize her.
	She was not a virgin.
	Forrest undressed while Skyler took first dibs, mounting the girl and sinking his rock hard hardness into her for a few minutes of delicious fucking.  Forrest prowled thru the girl’s panties and masturbated--patiently awaiting his turn.  Sloppy seconds, it was alright, but…
	Sloppy seconds or not, the girl was a good fuck.  Skyler pumped and pumped and got his nut, pulled out and away and Forrest rock hard took his turn.  He didn’t immediately sink himself into her, he wiped her down and took her in a second time, raised her legs and checked her in that position; fingered her hole and then began probing her mind, more Q&A.
	Julie had three brothers, one older, two younger.
	The nineteen year old bro had been humping on her/in her since she was nigh but three years young.  Off and on.  Mostly it had been out of curiosity when he/she had been young.  As they got older and matured they leveled off fooling around so much.
	But beings as how Julie had been naughty with older bro, Mark, brothers Skip (yeah, Skip) and Jared got to bang her box, too.  Not often, but occasionally when the “conditions” were right.  (AND the boys wrapped their wieners.)
	As Forrest’s manhood slid into the girl’s quim, she reacted some.  He was bigger, far bigger than her brother Mark.  She had an occasional boyfriend but hadn’t cut him any of her snatch.
	She had no desires for anyone else, boy or girl.  Not a daily avid masturbator but sporadically thru the week--again, when the conditions were right and she was horny.
	Forrest made slow love to the girl, tweaking her nipples and slowly sinking himself into her fully and with rhythm.  He pumped vigorously until finally unloading his love.  Julie squirmed and went thru mild emotions of being somewhat “aware” of being fucked.
	Skyler washed his cock off in the adjacent bathroom, returned and poked Julie in the ass.  Forrest filled her mouth during that time and when both filled her bodily cavities--someone came home.
	It was the youngest brother,  Jared.  He was twelve, nearly thirteen.  He was all kinds of sweaty and called out for his sister as he came down the darkened hall, shucking his clothes as he did so.
	Forrest and Skyler hid themselves in Julie’s large walk-in closet.  The boy appeared at her open door naked.  He stared at her as she lay on the bed.
	“Jules, you awake?” he asked in a calm voice.  Julie was still under the effects of the Contraption.  Jared stroked his penis and looked long and hard at the “sleeping” girl--then made his approach.
	“Julie?” he inquired again.  And again.
	He went silent as he came up to the bed.  He stroked his cock, squeezed his nuggets, scratched his butt and climbed onto the bed.  He stared for a while at her pussy, then crawled up onto her and eased himself in.
	Surprisingly, to Jared, Julie didn’t “awake” as he fucked her.  He ploughed her good, too--pumping slowly and then quickly.  Several times his cock popped out of her snatch he pumped so fast.  He grinded it against her gash and even scooted up to hump her belly.  Keeping his arms locked,  he re-entered the deeply sleeping girl and fucked her silly.
	At length he emptied his tool and virtually collapsed onto her.  He lay still as his energy had been totally depleted.  He farted and took several minutes before moving off of the girl and into the bathroom for a shower.

Same Hole, Same Hole
	Brothers Mark-19 and Skip-14, made entry (into the house) while Jared was showering (and jerking off).  The older boy rummaged into the refrigerator--stealing himself a cold brew.  Skip sloughed down the hall and noticed his nude sleeping sister.
	It wasn’t the first time he had seen her as such.  He got an instant erection and assumed brother Jared and she had fucked.  And by the way Julie was laid out “sound to sleep” it musta been one hell of a fuck!
	He paused in the hall gouging the heel of his hand to his agonizing bone.  Brother Mark--kind of a bully/tough guy, slipped up behind his bro and shoved him.  He then stared at the sleeping sibling.
	“Holy sheeeeee-it!” he said.  He slurped down the bottle of beer and entered his sister’s room.  Cocking his head he heard the shower and knew Jared was home.  It was a safe bet that the two had fucked.  He shook his head and looked at his sibling’s frail body.  She really wasn’t much, ultra thin/slender, no titties, and not really much of a cunt.
	He nodded his head and then said to his brother, “Go get me another beer, bitch.”
	Forrest eyed the boy.  He had an instant dislike of him.
	The younger sib began to move--and then couldn’t.
	Nor could the older sib.

	There was no explaining it.  Not to themselves or anyone else.  Mark and Skip undressed themselves in their sister’s room.  Both had marvelous erections.  And try as he might, and he did try, Mark went to his knees…
	He tried as hard as he could but was “compelled” by an unseen force to gobble on his brother’s cock.  His hands clamped tight to Skip’s ass as he partook fully on the teen’s dong.  Skip knew it wasn’t of his doing, they were under the power of “another.”
	He didn’t overly care for being sucked--not by his brother.  Well, not by Mark anyways.  Jared and Skip fooled around some, sucking and butt plunging one another.  But nothing really serious--just a manner of which to “get off” when there was no pussy around to be had or Julie wasn’t “in the mood.”
	Then, with Skip’s dick nice and hard, and slickered up, Mark got on his hands and knees, face down--ass up, cheeks spread, and received his brother’s pounding prong.  Skip was a little into that, he had always wanted to knock his bullying brother down a peg or two--fucking him in the ass seemed the right course of action.
	Mark’s anus was virginal, so it bled some.  He bit into the lime green carpet and got “rug burns” on his face as he was hammered.  Skip mostly “acted” on his own.  Though he desperately desired greatly to pound his sister’s asshole, mouth, and pussy--not necessarily in that order--sodomizing his fucked up brother was good enough.
	He griped the bro’s hips and sent a hot sticky load of spunk deep into the anal tract.  It was a good fuck.  Kind of like a real good shit.  Skip’s dick pulsed and continued ejaculating.
	“What the fuck!?” yelled the younger brother.  He was nude and dripping wet and stood with eyes bulging watching from the door way as his brothers were “locked up.”
	Skip finally managed to pull out.  Gobs of cum oozed out of Mark’s sore aching bleeding shit hole.  The boy cussed and tried to get up and pound on his brother for fucking him, but was ‘held’ in place and couldn’t move.
	Feeling cocky (sorry) Forrest put the boys thru their paces--he had Jarred come in and plop before his big brother, scooting forward and placing his prick into the boy’s mouth.
	Jared was less inclined to be receptive as had his brother Skip been.
	Mark was even less than that but was still commanded.  He gobbled on Jared’s dong while Skip spank Mark’s ass.  He used his hands until they were sore and then used one of Julie’s belts.
	When Jared’s dick was stiff and hard--he took HIS turn and sodomy.
	Skip replaced Jared, but didn’t have his cock sucked--his balls.  Skip laid down where Jared had been and Mark was strongly commanded to suck his balls.  With Skip laying all the way back on his back, pulled his legs back, Mark sucked his brother’s entire nut sac and then began licking out his asshole.
	Jared took only moments to unload his love cream.
	Right at the pivotal point of “OH MY GOD!” followed by a huge gasp from everyone and “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”
	The mommy had arrived!

	The mommy, Carol Anne, was in total disbelief.  And if she hadn’t of taken a dump and piss at work she would have unloaded right then and there.  She wore a beige pants suit with baubles and other assorted jewelry and total disbelief at what she was seeing was not the words she would use.
	“We cant help it, mom!” struggled to utter Skip.
	And before the woman could say, “What?” for clarity, she herself was touched by the Contraption.  Their minds constricted the family complied fully with the hard suggested commands.
	The boys undressed their mother, save for Mark who remained on all fours, his face to the carpet, his ass up in the air with cum oozing out of it.  Sister Julie remained steadfastly asleep.

	Cum oozed, too, out of Carol Anne’s asshole.  Assholes were the only holes Mark would be allowed to fuck.  His brothers, though, could fuck any hole the wanted.  A new nuance to the Contraption (although untested) put it to the family that they would willingly welcome the new sexploits.  They would daily adopt the sordid dealings of engaging in an incestuous relationship.
	Once a week the boys would fuck their mother and sister.  Mark only to fuck the two in the ass.  He could get a willing blowjob from them, he could lick their pussy and suck on their titties--but on his own he could only sink his pud into their backdoor.
	They would become nudists.
	Mark, too, would suck his brothers puds daily.
	The boys all would lick their mother and sister.
	There would be “group showers.”
	Mark would become docile, no longer a bully but obey his mother and sister and brothers.  His brothers could order HIM around and spank his ass when he got out of hand or gruff with them.
	There was no real way of determining if the commanded suggestions “took” or not.  It was hoped.  Forrest and Skyler took their pleasures with the family, banging the mother and sister until they thought for sure their cocks would fall away.
	Forrest also stuffed Jared’s hole while Skip slurped on Skyler.

	*

Just a little bit of my love
	Though Nancy was grateful for a man in the house who would cook, clean, fix things, and the like--she was still a little concerned about the sex.  Sex with her was good, he was a DAMN good lover--far better than her ex-deadbeat husband.  She understood, though, that it was the new lay of the land, the new way to encounter sex.  The moralistic issues were dead and gone.  There was some still clinging to hope that the demoralizing of the nation wade fade away like some outrageous fad.  There were political movers and shakers, too.  But, the country had long awaited the arrival of legalized sexploitation.
	Forrest had brought in a nice young man, quirky and strange, but so was the other three Forrest had brought in, Wednesday-Pugsley & Eddie.  Pugsley had “disappeared” for some days, but Wednesday wasn’t worried and explained that “he’s around.”
	Eddie “disappeared”, too, usually at night, more “fencing.”  come the bright of day and he would be found curled up in a nude heap beside the sleeping slumber equally nude Wednesday--or in the closet.
	Nancy took note of young Skyler and Forrest in bed together--not in it, on it.  Nude.  Skyler seemed to be asleep on his stomach while Forrest caressed the boy’s nude body, especially his ass.  It was dim in the room, the shades drawn an all, but Nancy could see drying spunk matter on the boy’s nice ass, as well as cum dripping out of Forrest’s cock.
	Daughter Becky wandered in from collecting the mail.  She was butt bare assed nude.  Nancy still had difficulties adopting the new “policy.”  but so long as Becky wasn’t kidnapped and taken away from her…
	Forrest made a head nod to Becky as she had poked her head into the bedroom to see what was what.  She entered in and crawled onto the bed.  No words were said, as Nancy quickly went thru the daily mail, she watched as Nancy licked up the cream spilt on Skyler’s ass.  
	That evening, at dinner, Nancy obviously had something on her mind.  After the kids (still minus Pug) cleared the table and the two adults had evening coffee, Nancy looked to Forrest, trying to say something of worth.
	“I-I have a friend.”
	“Ok.” 
	“She-she has a problem.”
	Forrest kept mum and waited for Nancy to find the words.
	“She-she has some kids, three--three girls.  And--and--”
	“And?”
	“And she needs--services.”
	Forrest raised an inquiring eyebrow.  “Oh?”
	“Your-your services.”
	Forrest mulled it over.  Like Becky, the ‘friend’ needed someone (like Forrest) to dick her children.  Not a complete or total scumbag stranger, but someone--someone like Forrest.
	“Ok.” Forrest said with a shrug.  He was willing, very willing.  “When and where?”

When and Where
	Melanie Stryker had three lovely children.  A little odd but who wasn’t?  The oldest was almost as tall as her mother--and that was saying something as her mother was 6’3” and the “oldest” was fourteen years young!
	And Melanie wasn’t very slender for her six-three height, she was a Double-D with plenty of girth.  Not fat, seriously big boned.  She was tall and large.  A friendly person, a teacher by profession.  She was also a church member, a member of the SAME church Forrest and Skyler had visited not long ago.  *(see previous chapter(s)*
	She was also divorced.
	Her three kiddies were Ruth Anne (lot of “Anne’s in this story, huh?) at fourteen years, just turned.  Lenai at a lovely ten years, and Rachael the youngest at eight.  Lenai (pronounced Len-a) was by the far the cutest.  Only Ruth Anne was condemned to her mother’s height.  Her “chest”, too, was greatly developing into double damage.  She was pretty in the face and had a lovely tight ass--just a pair of incredibly long legs to go with it.  Short blond hair, dazzling blue eyes.  She was quick and intelligent, knew many-many bible verses and passages and yearned to be a journalist rather than a basketball player.  (she was a bit of a klutz on the ball field.)
	The girls for the most part were home schooled, but legislation was having a problem certifying parents and citing that they were actually robbing the school system of precious monies.  The girls socialized but usually and mainly only with other home schooled children and those children from the church--the Stryker family directly across from the main church building--ON church grounds.  They rented a small 2-bedroom home from the church; the family took responsibility of checking the church’s doors, opening the doors before services and locking up afterwards, and many other duties to allow them the cheaply rented home 200 yards away.
	All three girls were aware of the ungodly demise of morals across the nation.  On a religious nature it was wrong--morally and every other way.  On a human standpoint, go for it!  The girls (and their mother) were virtual nudists--inside their home.  Rachael was naïve about sex and all things related and willy-nilly went naked inside and out, scampering about in her undies and exposing herself unknowingly to fellow parishioners.
	Lenai was a little more conservative, she didn’t actually talk much but heard much.  She was very aware of the debauchery across the nation and yea the world.  She listened to and watched a lot the news of such things.
	Ruth Anne was, too, very aware of the narly business about sex and nastiness.  She had mixed feelings about it but determined that finger banging was all that was going to happen to her cunny.  No boy would touch her until SHE was ready, until she was out of high school at least and possibly out of college, settled with a career, etc.
	Fat Chance!
	Her mother feared the worst of Ruth Anne didn’t allow herself to adopt the new morals--such as they were.  At present, the teen finally was willing to submit.  But it was a matter of not just finding any ole someone.  There were plenty of young horny boys at the church and other social events.  There were a few neighborhood boys, and some young adult men, too, who were willing, very willing, to “break” Ruth Anne in.
	Melanie found herself discussing the matter openly with her friend, Nancy.  Melanie was at first alarmed and then not so to learn of a strange man in her house, banging not just her (Nancy) but her daughter (Becky) too!
	After more discussions between mother and daughter (Melanie/Ruth Anne) it was set.  Ruth Anne would submit to being sexed up by Nancy live-in beau so as she (Ruth Anne) wouldn’t be so traumatized when the event (rape-other sexual assault) occurred as it was bound to happen eventually.  (Forrest was only too willing to oblige.)
	Melanie was present in the room so as Ruth Anne would be a little more at eased with a strange man.  There was a polite introductory dinner and then--right to it.  Forrest would school the girl on the properness of sex, beginning with Foreplay and then the Positions--the normal and then Advanced.
	Lenai and Rachael would remain out in the living room watching television while the torrid event took place--but they were very aware of what was happening.
	Despite all, Ruth Anne was apprehensive.
	Then her “host” got naked.
	His cock was like none she had ever seen before.  (she had seen schlong in health books, etc.)  her strange mother had dildos that were near life-like but Ruth Anne had yet to “penetrate” herself with one.  She was happy wit masturbating the cock and rubbing it up and down her pussy, but really wasn’t so much into the whole “sex” thing.  She was a weird bird.
	On direction from her mother the young girl stripped off her clothes--somewhat reluctantly.  Melanie did likewise and then all three climbed onto the large bed--taking place in Melanie’s bedroom.  Forrest opened Ruth’s legs and admired her snatch.  She was a virgin.  Her poon pie needed a little “controlling”, some trimming.  But he was cool with it and for Ruth Anne’s first lesson--Oral Pleasure.
	To say the least no manner of fingering herself (or sitting on the washer during spin cycle) every brought her such joy as a man’s tongue teasing her pussy.  She felt as if she were going to pee!
	She didn’t care for the butt plunging--the man’s finger invaded her equally virgin asshole.  But with his mouth and tongue still tantalizing her pussy, the backdoor invasion was forgiven.
	Forrest moved up, dragging his cock against the teen’s twat.  She thought she was going to be poked right then and there.  But not so, the Foreplay continued with the man she barely knew straddling her young chest.  His manly manhood rested between her very amply ample breasts.  The man pumped, pushing her breasts together.  There was a quick look between daughter and mother, but nothing more.
	Then, the man (Forrest) placed his hand behind the girl’s head and pushed her to “greet” Mr. Dick.  Ruth Anne wasn’t too enthused abut the deed.  She knew what a “blowjob” was, giving head, cocksucking, and etc.  she wasn’t dumb, she heard stuff at the church and the television was a wondrous medium of sexual deviant information on all formats.
	The engorged manly penis glistening with pre-cum touched her closed lips.  She wasn’t ready to partake of “sucking” a cock, especially a man’s cock.
	But there was no turning back, the man semi-forced his way passed her pursed lips and into her mouth.
	“Suck his dick, honey.” cooed her nude mother beside her.
	Ruth Anne was close to tears, the taste of the man’s prong in her mouth was kinda distasteful and she felt ill.  She began to retch and the man pulled her head back, only to push her head back.  The cocksucking had begun.
	There, too, was the sucking on the shaft and hairy testicles.

	Her mother held one of her legs (open) while the man worked himself in.  Ruth Anne twisted and gyrated--the first penetration WAS painful, discomforting.  She should have taken her mother’s advice and broken her hymen prior.  The pain, though, subsided as the man fucked her.  His manly manhood filled her cunny to the max.  her asshole clenched tight and she clenched tight the bed sheet.  
	Three great gobs of man juice were expelled into Ruth Anne’s cunny.  She felt his massive prick swelling and jutting, swelling and jutting, swelling and jutting.  He finally pulled out and laid his pipe against her inflamed snatch “lips.”  he suckled on her bodacious breasts and then slapped his pecker against her.
	“Turn over.” he told her.
	At first Ruth didn’t know what to expect, a spanking?
	Kinda.
	Her anus was once more probed.  The man spanked her flesh with his cock and her mother--her mother went down on the man, sucking his dick.  Ruth Anne laid still and waited.
	Melanie sucked Forrest’s cock, bringing it back to life.  She stroked him, squeezed his nuggets, and tantalized his cock to no end.  When his cock had indeed been brought back to “life”, it was guided by the mother into the girl’s unwilling hole.
 	Plenty of spittle and precum helped make the entry easier.
	Forrest slid all the way in.
	Ruth Anne buried her face into the pillows and bed and somehow endured to anal assault.  She screamed “Son-of-a-bitch!” she knew the words of all the cussing and cursings but seldom ever uttered them--not in the presence of her mother.  They were still Christians…
	“That’s the first lesson.” Forrest said.  He cock ached terribly.  He caressed Ruth’s ass, spanked it and flopped it about, his cum oozed and shot out of her hole as she clenched and the rim snapped back shut.
	Slowly Forrest recovered, he moved off nakedly to the hall bathroom to revitalize his cock.  If a convo took place between mother and freshly devirginized daughter he didn’t know about it.
	With a cold wash rag he wiped down his whole body, then took a long lingering piss in the toilet.  A little mouth wash, a good fart, and it was back to the room.
	He paused to peek into the living room where the other two were sitting watching the tv.  The little on the floor wore a short dress; one leg cocked up leaning her back against the sofa very absorbed in the feature presentation animated cartoon.  Her sister lay out on the sofa also in a dress--not because of a religious doctrine, just they liked dresses.  The dress of lime green was hiked up as she had a butt itch.  She wore no panties.
	The images of the girls helped re-stiffed the cock and he re-entered Melanie’s bedroom.

	Ruth Anne shuddered, repeatedly.  Her eyes were blank as she stared up to the pale green ceiling.  Cum oozed like a river out of her pussy.  Later on her mother would douche the girl with spermicide along with having her down some pills for terminating potential after effects of “getting laid.”
	Twice more in the cunt, once more in the backdoor.  Each time Melanie slurped on the man’s cock.  Ruth Anne was, too, spanked harder and harder until she was more inline to be inclined to be naughty on her own.
	Forrest was worn out.
	He showered (alone) and went home.
	Only to return again to continue with the “lesson.”

	Ruth Anne was more receptive of him on his next visit.  She met him at the door and hugged him, along with planting her lips to his and grabbing at his balls.  Forrest liked.  He squeezed the teen and squeezed her ass, slipping his hand inside her powder blue poplin pants.
	Her sisters were right behind her.
	There mother behind them.
	“She’s been waiting for you!” said Melanie who couldn’t believe her previously distraught daughter who had not welcomed getting laid by a stranger had done an about-face and longed for when he would return.
	“Go down on me.” Forrest whispered.  He stepped just inside the house’s door and shut it.  Ruth Anne went to her knees and quickly fished out his beefsteak.  A slight “Oh my gosh!” arose from Lenai with Rachael merely staring in awe.  Melanie began to usher the younger ones off somewheres else, but Forrest gave her a head nod, ‘no bother.’
	Melanie paused a moment and then casually lifted off the simple sleeveless summer red and white checkered dress of Rachael.  Red panties all scrunched up askew she wore.  Nice.  Real nice.  Ruth Anne continued bobbing on Forrest’s nob, fully engulfing the hot member--it grew stronger as the siblings were stripped down.
	Rachael was a strange looking girl--really-really pale.  Really.  Soft blue eyes, a face that was really-really naïve.  Really.  Kinky blond hair, she appeared almost frail.  She was still cute, though.
	Lenai wore short-shorts.  Yellow panties underneath.  Her sleeveless blue top was pulled off by her mother, when done so Lenai slid her shorts and panties down herself.  She stepped out of them and stood leaning against her mother, hands before her not so much as to conceal her nudity but as a typical child like pose.
	Forrest tied to hold back his love cream, but failed.  A great gob was suddenly released and filled her mouth.  Forrest reeled, he pumped, he clenched, and pumped some more and finally his cock popped out and he rubbed the prong all over her face, still jutting juice as he did so.
	Blatantly he waggled his cock before Rachael and Lenai.  Melanie was only fifty-fifty into the deed.  She had only bargained for the deflowering of Ruth Anne.

                                                          *

Spy Games; the Next Generation
	Pugsley was found deeply involved with the scoundrel biker Dozer next door to Nancy.  Rough-rough insane sexual torture.  Forrest wasn’t so much into that sort so he let them be and enjoyed his “new family.”  Wednesday seemed more and more interested in the daily news blab, not the sexual depravity sweeping the nation and changing it, but the OTHER news that was also sweeping the nation, the green tornadoes.
	Reports had it that the green vortexes were openings to another world, another dimension.  The world’s scientist were divided on the issue, the concept of parallel universes was just too wild to conceive and/or believe.  
Season Opener
	His dick needed a little cooling off period after the tumultuous shagging done unto Melanie’s girls.  Lenai and Rachael slurped his schlong and had it pressed against their young faces, Lenai spread her legs and was eaten out, tantalized beyond belief by the man’s extremely talented tongue.  The whole of her young body caressed and fondled and aptly examined by his tongue, fingers, and cock.
	He managed to stave off penetrating her poon, but after much prodding of her equally virginal poop chute, she was deftly entered and sexed for several minutes.  There was minute discomfort but it didn’t linger long.
	For Rachael, the youngest, no penetrations except in the mouth.  Her legs were spread for his tongue and fingers AND cock, but only for his cock to lay upon her slit and hump until the cum spill.  Her sisters then gleefully lapped up the spillage as well as slurped on his aching purple monster.
	Ruth Anne received Forrest’s cock to her asshole, was spanked by his cock and then vaginally penetrated for the doggie-style fuck of her life.  All three girls then took a shower with the strange man; thereafter, he made love to their mother while they watched.
	Thereafter his cock demanded No Attention.  ‘Don’t even HOLD me while you pee!’ was the generalized statement.  Too much of a good thing?  
	That night he DID fondle and caress Becky and sleep with Nancy--actually “sleep”, too.  In the morning he found sitting on the pot Wednesday.  She admired his schlong, kissed it and sucked on it.  When it didn’t respond quite as expected she let it be and it urinated on her.
	Pugsley had returned from Dozer, his back laced with welts.  (welts from the many lashings from fan belts and chains.  They were disappear in the days to come, though.)  Wednesday applied petroleum jelly to his backside, legs, and cock.  He then sacked out (for days to come).
	Eddie was getting to know Becky’s little friends--and having sex with them.  Most were willing, it was the dawn of a new era and the moralistic fibers once entwined into the nation were being overshadowed and replaced.  Sexual assault(s) were still a problem and it was up to the jurisdiction of the county and state, no longer a federal issue.  Rape was rape, incest was incest, but no longer actually prosecutable.  The children of the nation were being re-schooled on sex.  
	Murder was still murder and you got hung for that.  But sex crimes were no longer intolerant.  They were “in vogue!”
	At each end of the neighborhood was a church.  Forrest had already been to the one church and defiled it with Skyler’s help.  So, on his own, he ventured to the other church.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.

	She was pretty, that was the beginning.  She was “up” to something, that was clincher.  Forrest noticed a teen girl approx. fifteen or so scooting along the side of the white stucco church building to a more secluded area by the parking lot.  The church was positioned whereas a main street crossed directly before it.  It hadn’t always been that way, there had been twelve feet in front of the church’s main entrance but the main street had been widened thru the years and so there was the sidewalk and then the steps to the church.
	There was a side street where parishioners parked and two entrances accessible there.  The main parking lot was on the other side in a fenced area housing as many as 2-dozen spots plus two or three more if need be.
	Juxtaposed between the church body and the parking lot was a general services auto garage.  It ad been in place as long as the church had been and both operated just fine.
	The sneaking girl sneaked in another juxtaposed area between the church and the garage, a small cluttered “alley” where both the service garage and church piled/stored their crap.
	Forrest was really intrigued, mostly due as the girl was not sneaking alone.  She was in the company of a handsome young 9 year old boy.  It was worth a peek.
	 He lost track of them for a time as he needed to maintain his stealth mode and not give himself away as he made way to where the girl had gone.  The “alley” between the church and garage dead ended to a regular alley.  There was a wooden fence at the dead end but it was blocked by crap--engines, pews, boxes of parts, shelvings, etc.
	The bounty of “crap” provided an antique hiding place.  Forrest had a hell of time making his way along.  But at length, he did manage--just at the time when the girl was taking the boy’s pants down.
	The girl, “Amy” had her blouse open and bra undone freeing her lovely teenage titties.  The boy was all elated, squeezing the soft handful mounds, grinning and with a nice little pecker all stiff and “ready for action.”
	Amy had the boy’s jeans down and tugged his underwear down, too.  Then, her hands lightly danced about his soft nude ass, cupping and tugging on his hairless tezzies, and especially tugging on his puddling.
	Amy drew the boy into her, the boy was no fool and willingly pressed himself against her and immediately began suckling on her titties--one after the other--kneading one while he sucked on the other.
	Amy squeezed the boy’s body and soon was fumbling about undoing her jeans.  She lowered them to reveal off-white undies with pink flowers.  Hi-cut, snug fitting--nice.  She took the boy’s hand and had him glide his hand(s) all over her ass.
	Soon, Amy sat back and shucked her jeans (and panties) down to her ankles.  She then pulled the boy between her legs--it was clumsy as they both had their clothes at their ankles.  The girl scooted down some and repositioned herself, and the boy.  The boy, Alvin, continued to be ultra giddy and elated.
	Amy soon was sucking on his puddling, increasing the boy’s elation.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and then sucked some more.  Her hands squeezed the boy’s bare ass, digging her fingers into his crack and diddling his hole.  The boy clenched up a time or two and rocked into the girl’s mouth.
	Amy suckled on his puddling as well as engulfed his testicles.
	This soon led to Amy scooting all the way down, laying out on old crashed/broken boxes.  With her legs open wide she positioned her young lover between her legs and glided his penis against her.  Forrest was unable to see exactly the actual penetration.  But close counts.  The two lovers made love and the girl seemed to get more enjoyment out of the deal, but the boy was pretty happy about it, too.

Inside Spy Games
	With Narly Senses directing him, Forrest scurried along to a new locale, not far from the church.  He spotted two girls crossing a large parking lot; nice looking kids, one was approx. 12 or so while the other was a couple years older or so.  They seemed to be nonchalant about their progress, Forrest wasn’t for sure for certain if the two were actually who had piqued his curiosity (Narly Senses) or what.  In the parking lot people were washing their car, repairing their cars, and playing hacky-sack and football.
	Nearby was a large apartment complex building, no building more than 3 stories, though.  Just spread out in a “woodsy” setting.  The two possible “targets” scampered this way and that and seemed for a moment to be lost.  But then, they had direction and were acting sneaky about it.  Forrest followed them.
	All the buildings were a funky green color, pines of various sizes, shrubs and all lined the buildings as well as were out in the “yard.”  Building 5 was the target building for the girls.  An outside star led the way up to the two upper floors.  At each “landing” there was something of a large semi covered sitting area--plants, and seating and cooking gear were about, too.
	The girls didn’t go to the third floor but entered into the hallway of 2nd floor.  Forrest remained outside the green tinted glass door and stealthfull observed them.  They were definitely up to something.  Could be legitimate--could be but not likely.
	At a door mid way down the girls paused.  On the door jam above the dark green door was a key.  By the actions of the girls--they were “breaking and entering.”  Forrest would, too.

	Don’t Ask And You Wont Know So Much! 
	After nearly breaking his neck, falling, crapped on by a bird with a death wish, Forrest was in the right apartment--this after gaining entry to the wrong apartment.  He sincerely hoped it would be worth it.
	It took a while to locate the girls, the apartment was one with a bathroom, bedroom, a small kitchen(ette), and a living room.  The kitchen was separated by a bar counter.  A small short hallway that dead ended, a bedroom to the left and a bathroom to the right.
	The interior was a shade of sickly green.  Matching green carpeting, too.  Not a lot of stuff on the walls, some pictures mismatched, a clock, and one rock picture.  A funky green love seat with non-matching green/yellow striped chair.  None had “legs” and were propped up on stepping stone squares.  The 13” television was propped up on cinder blocks.  There was a CD rack on one side and a collection of books on the other in a handmade wooden crate with shelves inserted.
	The place was small with just one window looking out to a small area between the buildings.  Green blinds were closed and made the ambience of the apartment kinda gloomy.
	Be that as it may, Subject girls Jodi Judith Rennat-12 and her sister’s best friend, Kammy Lynn Geebler-15.  The girls were on a mission, to seek out and find out the truth behind Jodi’s sister’s boyfriend--was he a letch, a leech, a scumbag cheating piece of crap!?
	Both Jodi and Kammy long suspected the teenage heartthrob of being a two timer, and not wanting to see Bonna Jo hurt emotionally, they took it upon themselves to seek out the truth.
	…and sneaking into the suspected two timer’s apartment seemed like a good idea.  They came equipped with a voice recorder and digital camera that would record several minutes of video.  More than enough info to get the goods on Steve.
	Steve had his own apartment.  He had a job.  He went to school.  High school, he was sixteen and on his own having divorced his deadbeat parents.  Bonna Jo’s father wasn’t so keen on Steve, either--having his own apartment and Bonna traipsing over to “visit” now and then worried him.
	It took a long while before Forrest located the girls, they had first been in the bedroom but it was cluttered and no place seemed ‘just right’ for capturing the SOB cheating.  Kammy picked up a pair of white panties, she shook her head and nodded.  Jodi examined the undies and declared, “Those aint Bonna’s!”
	There were other assorted clothing in the small 12 by bedroom, none of which were Steve’s or Bonna’s.  (well, at least they HOPED they weren’t Steve’s!)  Maybe there was more to worry about than simple possible cheating!
	The girls were under the assumption that Steve would be out of the apartment for the day.  They wandered into the bathroom and rummaged thru the hamper, then the one hall closet and then out into the living room.  Forrest remained in super stealth mode.  He wished he had Skyler’s Contraption, it would make things easier.  And on closer inspection, Jodi and Kammy would fit nicely on his cock!
	The living room was in need of some TLC, newspapers, school papers, books, car parts.  The girls searched for “other” telltail signs of double timing when there was a sound at the door.
	The girls freaked.
	The door was opening and the girls made for the ultra small kitchenette and hid themselves.  A nice looking teenage boy came in, accompanied by a teenage girl NOT Bonna Jo.  The girl was blond and all kinds of giggly.  When she spoke in a funny low voice of high squeaks the unseen Forrest determined she was not from the USA.  Steve shut and locked the door then made way to the kitchen.  He carried a bag of groceries, the blond carried a shopping bag.
	The blond was cute, about the same height as the Two-Timer, shoulder length blond hair, really round face, a nice-nice rack.  Tight designer jeans and a snug fitting top.  She seemed embarrassed and extremely shy.  Steve took her hands and reassured her.  He spoke English but the language the girl returned was not.  
	Forrest pecked his mind to pick out what she was speaking.  He needed more time, more time to hear the girl speaking.  But there was little time for that, the two quickly embraced and came to kiss.  French Kissing with Steve becoming very amorous, groping and feeling up the girl’s breasts while the girl made circles on the boy’s back.
	Where Jodi and Kammy were Forrest could only guess--the counter, inside where the plumbing to the sink was.  Where they able to “see” and record anything he didn’t know.
	Steve leaned back, arms supporting the girl.  She was still greatly grinning and blushing.  Steve bowed his head to hers, they bumped and made giddy giggles.  The package the girl had been carrying was toppled over, its contents spilling out.  Wrapped items.  Steve picked one up, the girl averted her eyes and Steve opened the package.
	He withdrew a sheer red teddy.
	The girl, Gretchen, wrapped her arms about Steve, they kissed some more with the girl initiating the smooch.  The kiss lingered for some time before Steve broke and held the sheer undergarment up to Gretchen’s body.  The girl held it and Steve squeezed her breasts.  Again, Gretchen giggled and blushed almost as red as the teddy.
	The teddy was dropped and Steve went to work lifting off Gretchen’s two piece pink/white sweater outfit.  She had obviously come from someplace “cold” as she was not properly attired for hot climate living.  Nice supple hoots size medium greeted him.  His fingers went along the soft nylon fabric of the pink cups, Gretchen herself undone the fastener from the back and was topless in seconds.
	Steve bowed his head and partook of a nipple, squeezing the other.
	Gretchen pursed her lips and closed her eyes.
	Forrest took the risk of exposure and got closer.  It was a big risk and he was no longer 100% concealed.  He didn’t like that, but, he found where Jodi and Kammy were secluded.  They were indeed scrunched up inside the counter bar where the sink’s plumbing was.  The doors to the counter were wicker mesh.  It gave them ample viewing (recording) of the two lustful teens just at arms length from them.
	Steve spent only a moment or two on each supple breast before going to his knees.  Once there he was in direct contact with Gretchen’s pants.  His hands went around the girl’s butt, squeezed and went up and down her thighs before undoing the jeans and sliding them down.
	A long lingering moment was spent ogling the girl as she stood in creamy soft nylon pinkish panties.  Steve’s hands trembled slightly as he moved them about smoothing all over before tugging the undy down.
	Gretchen did nothing but run her fingers thru Steve’s thick coarse jet black hair.  He was a couple inches under being six foot, but was a dynamo on the basketball court and played baseball fairly well, too.  He was an excellent swimmer--didn’t drown, and played a little soccer, as well.  He had his own car, job, and was still attending school.  A bit of a dimwit at times, took things for the literal sense rather than rhetorical.  But he was a nice guy and if it weren’t for the fact that he was dating Bonna Jo, Bonna’s dad would like him a whole lot more.  Typical dad stuff…
	The pinkish nylon undies were eased down the long legs of Gretchen Sikking, she was from Sweden.  Steve pressed his face to her belly and rolled it around--his face, not the belly.  He turned her around and spent a moment loving on her ass, kissing each cheek and then spreading the cheeks to delve into the crack.
	Inside the sink counter Jodi and Kammy were having fits.  Both found themselves extremely “wet” between the legs and surreptitiously fingered themselves, difficult to do in tight jeans, though.
	Gretchen turned back around and went to HER knees.  On her own.  Steve stood back up, stretched and pulled off his blue short sleeved shirt.  Gretchen “sucked” on his teen hood thru HIS jeans.  It drove Steve crazy, he ran his fingers thru HER hair and bucked her face.
	Gretchen didn’t tease him all too long, she unzipped his fly and fished out his prick.  No underwear.  She worked his bone, squeezed it and ran her tongue about the super sensitive head, diddling her tongue to the piss slit and taking the boy to the brink of orgasmic bliss.
	She was good.  Real good.  She continued and kept up her task until poor Steve couldn’t stand it no longer and eased his meaty prick into her mouth.  With a hand to the back of the cocksucker’s head, he fucked her mouth for several minutes.
	The girls in hiding were in fits--neither had seen such a thing.
	His cock popped out a time or two, but no matter--he rubbed it all over her face: Gretchen gripped the slickered up stick and returned it to her hot sucking mouth.
	At length the boy began to cum.
	He jerked his hips as Gretchen power sucked him, taking his whole member whole; one hand squeezed his bare ass while the other continued working his schlong.
	Gretchen’s mouth worked his schlong, too.  
	Steve was blitzed, his ass cheeks clenched tight and he began furiously pumping into Gretchen’s mouth furiously until a flurry of flotsam flood her fucking mouth.
	Fuck!
	Steve made some guttural sounds unintelligible.
	So did Gretchen.
	Sperm oozed out of the corners of her mouth, his cock finally eased out, the girl continued working it as it went flaccid.  The girl was grinning and deeply embarrassed, but not a drop was spilled and she swallowed.  She licked/lapped up the juices of spunk lingering on Steve’s bone.  Steve looked to her in wonder.
	The girl finally managed all the goo out of his cock that there was to get.  Steve went to his knees and brushed his fingers thru her golden hair.  He seemed to adore her, the two-timing twerp.  He kissed her on the nose and then returned his attention to her titties.
	Only a moment or two was spent massaging each breast, Steve eased the girl down and he lay on her.  They began to kiss and Steve continued massaging her breasts.
	Slowly he traveled down her body, his ass up in the air, his hairy sweaty balls swaying, his limp dick prominently displayed, cum dripping in strands from the piss slit--so she didn’t get it all after all.
	The boy sucked on Gretchen’s titties until such a time as his previously mentioned limp dick began to restiffen.  He then moved on down the lovely nude Swedish girl’s body and began licking/sucking on her lightly furry blond snatch.  From his so-so vantage point, Forrest risked extreme exposure by poking his out into the small kitchen.  He could see Steve’s tongue tonguing Gretchen’s twat.  The girl’s legs were up, she held them back allowing ample access to her pussy and asshole.
	Steve lashed his tongue to her cunny and finger fucked her glory hole.
	The cat clock in the kitchen--it came with the apartment, chimed the time of 4:00.  Steve went five more minutes licking out Gretchen’s cunt before (and she) couldn’t stand it and he laid into her, stuffing her pussy with his teenhood.    The girl went wild, she had been thrashing about beforehand with his licking of her; toes crinkling, fingers gripping his hair, pelvis pounding his face…
	With his cock slowly invading her snatch the girl went into overdrive with passion.  Wild passion.  Her hands clamped onto his bare back and raked the skin.  
	Suddenly, very loudly, Gretchen uttered:  “Holy fokka skita!” you can guess easily enough, “Holy fucking shit!” her lover pounded her deeply, his cock inserted fully to the max, his balls cinching up against her hairless asshole.  He thrusted deeply and repeatedly as he was apparently in the throws of cumming.
	He pulled out and humped the girl’s gash and then, with his cock still stiff enough, re-stuffed her love canal and fucked furiously for a fabulously five more minutes until exhausted he collapsed on her.
	His cock popped out of cunt, a large mess of goo spilled out of both his dong and Gretchen’s poon.  She diddled her fingers in the mess and then LICKED her fingers clean.  The boy lay on his back with arm over his eyes.  His stomach heaved as he took in massive gulps of air.
	Gretchen sat up, cocked a cheek--and farted.
	It busted them up.  The girl jumped up and ran down the short hall to the bathroom.  Steve leaped up and scrambled after her.
	Seconds later and there was the sound of the shower turned on.
	Seconds later and the two girls in the sink counter slinked out.
	They firstly had to stretch and stand and work out the kinks in their bodies.  Both then suddenly pointed out to one another--the big wet spot between their legs.  They had soiled themselves.  “Holy shit!” Jodi muttered in astonishment.
	“Holly FUCKING shit!” chided Kammy.
	Kammy undone her tight jeans and lowered them, the whole crotch area of her panties was soaked with her love essence.  “Damn!  These were new panties, too!”
	Jodi was a little embarrassed to take her pants down, but nervously she did and noted the same, the whole crotch area of her underwear soaked in lustful pussy juice.
	“Cant go home like this!” stated Kammy.
	“Whattya we going to do?” almost wailed Jodi.
	Kammy thought a moment and then smiled.  “Take off your pants.” she said gleefully.  (too gleefully thought Forrest)  Semi reluctantly Jodi slipped her pants all the way down and off.  Kammy had already done so and approached the small microwave on the counter w/o the sink.
	“You’re going to put your PANTS in the microwave!?” 
	“Sure, why not?  They’ll dry faster!” Kammy said cheerfully.
	Jodi stood in her green tinted panties in disbelief.
	Kammy placed the soiled pants with the soiled crotch exposed and shut the door.  She set the time for one minute.
	To say the least it was an electrifying experience.  (don’t do this at home)  there was some sparks and arching, but at one minute, the soiled area of the jeans was dry.  Not completely, another minute or two would be needed.  Kammy shucked her panties like nothing else was happening--like they weren’t illegally in Steve’s apartment and placed the garment within.
	One minute for them, too.
	With a hand dandy wash rag she wiped down her cum laden pussy.  Slowly she looked up to the embarrassed Jodi.  Kammy’s pants on the counter were smoldering and way too warm to put back on.
	“Don’t worry, kid,” Kammy said with a smile and a change of voice, “you’re with me.  I get into trouble all the time and always come out okay, just ask BeeJ.” she said with a smile and a chortle.
	The microwave “dinged” and Kammy withdrew her panties.
	They were also smoldering and way-way too hot to put back on.
	But the “soiled” area was completely dry.
	“Well?”  Kammy said to Jodi.
	Jodi gulped and sighed and handed over her jeans.
	Forrest stared at the two girls, he cussed (silently) his foul luck.  Had he the Contraption the two girls would be well fucked, spanked, peed on, and fucked again before the two in the shower knew anything about it.  And for a bonus, he’d bone the two in the shower, too!
	Jodi’s jeans smoldered more than Kammy’s had.
	Kammy once more looked to her best friend’s younger sister.
	“Well?”
	Jodi looked to Kammy, “Well what?”
	Kammy didn’t say but merely looked to Jodi.  Jodi had long-long golden hair, similar to her big sister’s, she was twelve and had the beginnings of a nice-nice chest.  She was shapely and quite the pretty girl.  Slowly she looked down and realized--her soiled undies.
	Pursing her lips she slid her green undies down and handed them over to the near naked Kammy.
	“Nice.” Kammy said.
	Jodi blushed and was slightly confused.  Kammy was “admiring” her.
	Kammy was--weird.  A strange-strange girl beyond belief.  Sometimes she was a ditz, she would fit in the category of being a typical blonde--but she was a flaming red head instead.  (and a true red at that.)  she was ultra slender, long limbs, long jaw line, high cheek bones, semi-shapely body.  Forrest would fuck her, so she wasn’t too bad.
	While Jodi’s panties “cooked”, Kammy continued to check out the younger girl and re-dampened the wash rag.  She then herself wiped down Jodi’s cunt.  Jodi let her.
	She felt strange, Forrest guessed, she blushed and looked around the pale green tinted kitchen, opening her legs some.  Her mouth began to twitch and her whole body began to shudder.  Kammy stood back smiling, eyeing Jodi’s little nipples very pert and erect.  (so was Kammy’s!)
	Suddenly, in an instant, the two were kissing.
	It was brief, more than a peck but longer than anything else.
	Their hands embraced one another and if one or the other had had a cock, they would have fucked right then and there.  Their fingers explored one another--pussy and ass while their tongues danced crazily about.
	Suddenly, they parted as the shower was heard to quit.
	There was no time, not time!  The girls grabbed their hot smoldering clothes and quickly tried to get into them.  Then, the door to the apartment made noise as if someone were trying to come in.  there was a loud voracious knock-knock-knock and then a voice, “Steve?  Steve?  You in there!?”  Bonna Jo, Jodi’s sister and Steve’s “girlfriend!”  things that make you go “hmmmm!”