August Moone
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 12
Life Lessons

Other Notable Stains
	A maddening scramble there was--they were busted!  No place to turn to, no place to run.  Frantically the nearly nude girls grabbed their clothes and dashed BACK into the sink counter.  Just in time, too--naked cum dripping Steve dashed out with a curious look on his face, nonchalantly waltzing to the door and opening it.
	“What the fuck, Bonna?”
	“What the fuck?  Where’s the fucking key?”
	Bonna ran her fingers up on the outside door sill.  No key.  Jodi hadn’t returned the door key to the door sill.  Oops!  Steve (still naked) was perplexed.  Bonna came in and the door was shut.  Neither Jodi or Kammy could see what was going on, but Forrest could.  The two teens just inside the door was embraced in a deep embracing embrace.  Deep passionate kissing, grinding, and a whole lot of groping.
	Steve made every effort to undress his girlfriend, she helped--their mouths never parted.  They clung together with Steve finally pressing Bonna against the door and humping her.  Her pants and panties were just at midthigh.  No matter, Steve’s cock was nice and long, an inch longer than other boys his age.  Bonna gripped it and fondled it--their mouths still pressed tightly together.
	At length the two parted lips and Bonna slipped her pants and panties on down.  Steve took her in, drinking her in totally.  Bonna gripped the boy’s dong and they moved to the hallway.  
	They lingered a moment, kissing and groping some more then Gretchen appeared.
	Jodi and Kammy held their breath waiting for the cat fight.
	It didn’t come.
	It wouldn’t come.
	“Hi!” Bonna said with a smile and an air of cheerfulness.
	Jodi was confused.
	Gretchen slipped past the two and opened the refrigerator fetching a wine cooler.  She spoke in a foreign tongue.  Bonna hadn’t a clue, Steve had to think a moment and then nodded his head and replied in the same foreign tongue.
	The girl slipped past the two again and Bonna just stood shaking her head.  “How long did you say she was going to get to stay here?”
	“Thru August at least.”
	“Think she’ll pick up our language by then?”
	“I doubt it!” quipped Steve.
	“She’s neat, though, I like her.”
	Steve blushed and bowed his head.  “And YOU like her, too!”
	“Well, she’s my cousin, I’m supposed to, I guess.” 
	Bonna smacked his bare butt and the two began to kiss again.

	Gretchen was a foreign exchange student, a cousin of Steve’s, and she was “visiting” him for the summer.  Ooooooooh!   On the floor Steve and Bonna “did it.”  Kammy and Jodi got a bold view of the sex; the typical Missionary Position was first and quick.  Steve pumped less than two minutes, pulled out and glided his cock against her gash for a minute or two--and then--then Bonna pulled her legs back, far back.  Steve poked his schlong to her “backdoor” and entered her there therein.
	He went all the way in and pumped madly for several minutes.  The only sound in the room was the tick-tick-tick of the cat clock and Steve’s smacking-slapping balls.  (In the sink counter cabinet Jodi and Kammy finger banged themselves--and each other!)
	It was incredible to see Steve’s schlong pounding into Bonna’s corn hole, even more incredible to see Steve’s cum pouring out as Bonna closed her hole.  The two lay with arms and legs akimbo, kissing and pounding their bodies together.
	At length they scrambled to stand up and stumble down the hall.  Moments later the shower was going (again) and the two nude girls in hiding once more clambered out and hurried into their clothes.  They peeked down the hall but feared being “seen” so that left (the way they came--Jodi replaced the key on the door sill.)
	Forrest was kinda trapped so he had to hang loose a moment or two.  He didn’t really mind, either.  He got to see a ‘threesome”.  After their shower, Steve and Bonna joined Gretchen on Steve’s bed.  Here there was much ado about “frolicking” and assorted sexual positions.  Good stuff. 
	Forrest had an easy time thereafter to exit the apartment the normal way and continue on his merry way.  He was about to bust, though, and was on the look out for something to “bust” in.  He knew he could just simply wander back to the house, and that would be fine.  Nancy, Becky, or Wednesday would be good (damn good) to alleviate his aching bone.  But…

The Birds & Bees
	At times he felt that the Narly Senses were a bane, a pain in the ass.  Sure he enjoyed (a lot) what the Narly Senses gave him--insight on the narly business of others.  But sometimes it was a bit much.
	He wanted a vacation, to be free of the Narly in his mind.  Not totally free did he wish to be from the extra Sensory Perception, but a break from it.  He wondered if there was a manner in which he could “curb” or curtail the Extra Sensory Perception (yeah, ESP) from “activating.”
	Meanwhile, on his way BACK to Nancy’s home…

	A nice two story home, very nice neighborhood whereas the apparent medium income was rather high.  High end cars and SUVs were in every driveway.  Well manicured lawns, everything pristine and way beyond Americana.  Doctors and Lawyers, Business Owners, Entrepreneurs, and the like made their living in the area.  Forrest strolled along getting “hits” every so often as he neared the main street that would take him back home.
	Suddenly, his Extra Sensory Pain in the Ass diverted his attention to a very nice town home.  Engaging super daytime stealth mode he checked it out.  And was not displeased.
	The home consisted of a doctor AND a lawyer.  The Bustamonte family, a black family. 
	Phylicia and her husband, Dr. Bustamonte, were once more discussing their youngest daughter, Keshia's home sex education.  Phylicia wanted her husband Cliff to once more “teach” like he had done with the other three girl children when their time had come.  Dr. Bustamonte thought that the times had changed from the old show-n-tell method he had used on the older three girls. 
	But it didn't take much persuading for Phylicia to convince her husband that their youngest daughter would be more eager and willing to learn than the other children before her.  So on the day of Forrest’s unseen visit, the timing was perfect.  All the other children except Keshia are out and away from home, the lesson was to begin.  
	Phylicia stood back behind the family sofa while the precocious seven year-old child and her father sat together in front.  After the fairy tale story about the stork and the baby, Dr. Bustamonte looked into the bright, lovely, brown eyes of his daughter and told her that he had something else special to show her.  Keshia sat on the edge of the sofa clasping her small fingers together looking eagerly to her handsome father.  Standing behind them Phylicia began to smirk at the clumsy, mischievous, boyish grin of her husband.  They were both into their forties but Clifford Bustamonte could behave like such a naughty boy at times. 
	Phylicia looked down at the styled fuzzy jet black hair of her youngest child.  Two plastic red ribbons on either side of her small head matched her small red wrist watch and red buttons on her non-matchng blue dress. 
	Cliff finally began, making exaggerations with his hands in the air formulating a “stork.” 
	Dr. Bustamonte glanced back at his wife with a naughty smirk.  His words came slow, deliberate and explanatory.  His whole demeanor was slow and deliberate.  A man of patience, especially with children. “You see there’s the mommy and daddy who hook up in bed after a shower, they love each other very much and in the morning the stork comes--(he made loud ridiculous flapping motions with his hands and odd noises with his mouth) and then the baby--(more of the same) and the poop--(he made a face like everyone else did when encounter him after he had utilized the bathroom) and the breast feeding (he made a sucking motion/noise) and then the college fund…”
	His antics cracked up his young daughter.  She giggled and laughed and then her father silenced her with a stern look.
	“Anyway, it all begins with this.” Dr. Cliff slowly, diligently unzipped his zipper to his puce yellow doctor slacks.  Carefully he sat back, opening his legs; he reached inside his trousers and extracted himself. 
	Keshia's young hands flew to her open mouth, her eyes large as saucers.  “Whoa!” she exclaimed.  
	Dr. Bustamonte with a wide mischievous grin across his face, shook  his head teasingly.  He waggled his massive black fuck stick, it was 8 inches and then some.  Thick and juicy.
	His wife leaned over and eyed the one-eyed monster smiling, 
	“Would you like to touch it?”
	“No!” shouted the father angrily, but in a teasing manner.  “No she can't touch it!” he engulfed his mammoth pecker with both hands.  Cliff protested in fake detestation, frowning. 
	“Cliff, you mind as well let her touch it.” Phylicia chimed in with an air of logic, being the Lawyer that she was. 
	“No.  No,” Cliff continued in fake protest, “she's just a child.  She cant  touch it, it's mine, see, all mine!” and happily he blatantly masturbated.
	“Please?” begged the small child.  She looked so pretty--so yummy.
	“Don’t hurt it, you can look it--real close.” 
	“It’s all right, Keshia, go ahead.” cooed the child’s mother.
	“See, now there you go,” stated the doctor, “your mother thinks that it's all right.  So, go ahead and touch it.”
	Keshia's little fingers didn’t even reach all the way around the super thick shaft of her father’s throbbing cock.   Her mother leaned over the back of the sofa smiling and having a very mischievous wicked look upon her lovely-lovely face.  
	Cliff and his wife watched the eyes of their youngest daughter marvel at the cock in her small hands.  
	“I think she likes it.”  Phylicia whispered to her husband.
	“I know I do!” he replied with much glee. 
	“Would you like to KISS it?” asked the child’s mother.
	Little Keshia opened her mouth wide (in shook) and amazement.
	“Hell no she cant KISS it!” shouted strongly--but humorously, the girl’s father.  Once more he concealed his beefy prong, made a face like an unhappy child.
	Once more he made his young child giggle.
	Cliff turned to his wife with a naughty grin.  He waggled his pecker gleefully, tugging the skin down lengthening the mighty dong even more.  Keshia eyed the massive bone even more, stunned.
	Keshia’s hands once more came to grip the massive cock, she licked her lips and eyed it as she would a nice rich chocolate dessert.  Her father waggled it some more, held her little hands about his bone and angled it towards her.
	Keshia got on her knees on the sofa and leaned in.
	Her mother caressed her daughter’s backside, then lifted up the dress.  She made an admiring face of pleasure.  Her husband rolled his eyes and tamped his feet--anticipation was a son-of-a-bitch!
	At length there was the kiss.
	A kiss followed by the wrapping of the lips about the enormous bulbous head.  Cliff placed a hand to the back of his daughter’s head and guided her down onto the cock, stuffing her sweet young mouth with the fullness of his penis’ crown.
	“Cliff, you'll choke her.” Phylicia half protested.  The good doctor paid his wife no heed.  Keshia didn’t appear to be choking anyhow.  
	“Mommy, do you suck daddy, too?”
	The woman blushed, and though difficult for a black person to show blushing, Phylicia did.  She pursed her lips and bowed her head.  Her husband of many years leaned back, chortling aloud and reached up to snag some bodacious titty.
	The woman was all kinds of giddy.  The doctor playfully grabbed her and pulled her down over the back of the sofa, angling himself and his wife so as her mouth and his cock would meet.
	Phylicia pressed her lips to the massive dick and began to suck it.  Keshia sat back giggling and watching, amazed as her mother was able to take the whole entire member into her mouth.
	“Whoa!” she stated (again.)
	After a few minutes of full incredible cock sucking, Phylicia eased the hot pulsing monster out of her mouth, smacking her lips as if she had just swallowed a delicious dessert she shouldn’t have.
	Dr. B once more waggled his dong to his youngest, offering himself.  Once more the girl accepted, wrapped her lips about his cock and tried to swallow the whole thing.
	“You let your lips do the holding and then you just suck air in as you go.” her mother cooed softly (and expertly.)
	Cliff leaned back, sliding his slacks down, opening his legs more and more.  His young daughter worked the mammoth cock into her mouth, only the head actually being consumed.  Her little hands worked about the massive shaft, masturbating it.
	Phylicia raised her daughter’s dress over her hips and began lowering the girl’s panties.  They were removed and shone to the grinning foolishly proud daddy getting a wondrous blowjob.
	Cliff placed a hand onto the girl’s bare ass and began to console it.  Keshia raised her head but her father’s other hand kept her head down on his cock.  Keshia continued.
	From the kitchen door came the only son, Theo.  He was fourteen, he was not so tall, he was scarfing on a sandwich and walked right in on the family business.  His eyes bulged and he stood stunned.
	Keshia didn’t stop, she was barely aware anyways.
	Dr. B furled his lips and gave his son who was supposed to be elsewhere a bad look.  The mother did so as well with an air of, ‘Well?  What the hell are YOU doing here?’
	The boy slowly consumed the rest of his sandwich and checked what his baby sister was doing.  He then gouged the heel of his hand to his suddenly produced boner.  His mother eyed him, 
	‘Oh Lord!’ said Cliff rolling his eyes and tossing his head whimsically.
	His wife tried to hide her whimsy face, turning her head and striving to keep a straight face.  She didn’t make it.  Theo stepped closer and peered closer watching his little sis suck on the head of their father’s cock.  He also took a long strong look at his sister’s naked bum.  This only caused his concealed boner to become more pronounced.
	It came became UNconcealed when his mother leaned over the sofa and raised her navy blue skin-hip tight dress.  No slip underneath, panties, though.  Theo eyed the delightful ass clad in purple French-cut undies.  He licked his lips and unfurled his meaty beefsteak.  He was fourteen but had a nice bone going for him, 2-inches longer than the average (average white boy!)
	Theo’s pants fell to his ankles, then his boxers fell away, too.  He stepped up to his mother’s dancing wiggling ass; she continued to strive to maintain some semblance of composure--but didn’t make it (again.)  One hand caressed her daughter’s ass, the other caressed her own ass, pulled the fabric of her panties to one side, allowing access for her son’s beefsteak.
	Theo plopped his prong against his mother’s creamy chocolate ass, working it to the warm crack and poking her backdoor.  He poked and prodded and rubbed himself all over, then began working the panties down.  His hands caressed the creamy skin, he seemed to strongly admire her and soon had made apparent easy entry.  (Forrest couldn’t tell as to “which” hole he had entered, but by the look of ecstasy on his mother’s face--he was in her twat.

	Little Keshia had managed a little more of her daddy’s dong into her young mouth seven year old mouth.  Her father tossed his head side to side, his slacks and underwear at his ankles, legs open wide, one hand roaming thru his daughter’s bobbing head the other squeezing his massive cock.
	“Suck it, baby, suck it!” cooed the mother.
	Keshia didn’t stop for nothing, both her hands gripped about the stick and she sucked-sucked-sucked.   Keshia sucked, Theo pumped, Phylicia moaned, Cliff groaned.  The front door opened and in waltzed Lanshia, a middle child of sixteen years.  She was very outgoing, LONG hair adorned with beads and ribbons.  She was incredible, very cheery, capricious in nature.  
	She paused slinging a book bag into a chair and stared at the site before her.  “My-my,” said with an air of “why leave me out”, “is this what happens when we I leave?”
	“SUPPOSED to leave!” quipped her father, “Weren’t you supposed to be someplace ELSE today?”
	“Things fell thru at the last minute.” the girl returned.  She came to the sofa and stared a second as her baby sister worked their daddy’s dong.  She hugged her daddy and placed her hand on her sister’s head, caressed her cheek and then grabbed a handful of cock herself.
	Her daddy copped a feel of her ass, it wasn’t a tight ass, but kinda flabby, but not in a bad way.  He goosed her between the legs and began working his fingers to her crotch.
	“If I knew this was going to go on I would have stayed home in the first place!” she smiled and pressed her lips to her daddy’s.  they tongue kissed and Lanishia fell into her father’s lap.  He held her up so as not to stop the ongoing blowjob he was so righteously receiving.  Lanishia then fumbled about undoing her blouse and freeing up her body.
	Theo suddenly began to pump fast.  He gripped his mother’s hips and launched into a furious pump that could only be due to a dramatic impending orgasm.  His mother had her hand down between her legs diddling herself; she bit her lips and bucked into her son.
	Lanishia undone her odd green blouse and silk blouse (she wore layers despite the weather).  Her bra was a simple one having the “clasp” in the front.  Her delightful sixteen year old “delights” were suddenly freed and her father was extremely delighted.  He grinned and kneaded each one.  Lanishia continued fumbling, shucking her matching lime green cotton pants.  No panties.
	Cliff placed his hand on her dark chocolate brown snatch, fingering the gash and probing her anus.  Lanishia giggled and squirmed all about, her mother made an incredible lashing out scream and buried her face into her husband’s shoulder.  Theo continued pumping until he was totally exhausted and could pump no more--at least for two or three minutes.
	Keshia finally pulled away from her daddy’s dong, smacked her lips and sat back on her heels.  She had the proverbial “shit eating grin.”  she was blushing and giggling, and licking the spunk matter from her lips.
	Lanishia sat up and pulled off her blouses, shucked off her pants and “assumed” a new position, straddling her father and taking the cock that made her.  Keshia continued to giggle, but oohed and ahhed just the same, too.  She watched in awesome awe as her teen sister slid down on their father’s pole, taking it into her body slowly.  Cliff placed his hands on the girl’s ass, spreading the cheeks and skillfully eased his mammoth cock into her snatch.
	Theo had gone to the floor.  He worked his cum shooter, it had done its all required a slight hand job to continue satisfying it.  His mother worked her panties on off as well as her dress.  Her bra fell to the floor and she pulled her cheeks apart.
	It was an invite to her teenage son.  Theo got on his knees and obliged her, sticking his face to her ass and licking her.
	While Theo dug out his mother dugout, she helped lift off Keshia’s dress and render HER butt bare assed naked.  Automatically, methodically, the little girl leaned back and frigged her pussy.  Her mother watched her, rolled her eyes, eyes fluttering as her son behind her tantalized her backdoor.

All in the Family
	She lay out on her bed in her room, naked.  If the timing had been better, OR he had possession of the Contraption, he would have gladly continued bringing the young girl in on the wondrous ways of sexual deviancy.  But there was an air of insecurity so Forrest stayed put, in hiding in super-super stealth unseen mode.
	Keshia lay out on her bed fingering herself.  There were two twin beds in the room, it was definitely a girl’s room; some pink colors and stuffed plush toy animals, a girls dresser, and girl clothes on the floor all over.  The window curtains had been drawn allowing on semi natural light to filter in keeping the room from absolute darkness.
	The door open and in waltzed ANOTHER child of the house, Vanessa.  She was twelve.  She was cute, too; budding breasts, a beginning to have shapely form, rounded face, happy-go-lucky face that glowed, short semi-styled thick dark hair.  She wore a few baubles and beads like her older sister and was greatly surprised to see her young sibling in such a manner.
	“What the hell are you doing?” she exclaimed almost loudly.
	“I’m PLEASING myself!” Keshia replied.
	“I can see that!” stated her sister.  She slung off a daypack and flopped onto the girl’s bed.  “But why?”
	“I sucked on daddy’s weenie!” Keshia suddenly announced.
	“You did not!” exclaimed in what appeared to be shocked horror.
	“Did too!  Ask him!”
	Vanessa gulped and held her hand to her chest like a Southern Belle would do when exasperated.
	“Oh my God!” she said, “Did you like it?  Did he cum in your mouth?”
	Keshia giggled and shook her head, “It was okay, I guess, it was HUGE and barely could fit in my mouth--”
	“Was mom there?”
	“Yep!” the little girl was all giggles and Vanessa was all shocked.
	She was more shocked to learn ALL that happened while she was gone for the day.  “Damn!  And I missed it all!”
	“Did dad do anything ELSE to you?” she suspiciously inquired.
	“No, he was “spent” from doing Lanishia and he got a phone call from the hospital.”
	“Do you want to suck him again?”
	Keshia giggled and placed a pillow on her face hiding her embarrassment.  It was still a new thing and would take time getting used to.  She fell back on her bed; Vanessa stared at her sister’s nude body, no biggie--she had seen it many times before.  But now--now it was different.  Vanessa leaned down and closely scrutinized her sibling’s cunny.  Theo would undoubtedly be wanting to get a piece of her, he hadn’t so far--but it wouldn’t be long.  If she (Keshia) had willingly given a blowjob, had gotten naked and watched the others being naughty, and it was cool with their mom and dad--then it sorta opened the door for Theo to try and poke Keshia’s body.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, it didn’t matter to Theo, so long as he got off was all that mattered.  
	Keshia began fingering herself again, pulling the pillow off of her face and calming down--some.  Vanessa placed her fingers to her sister’s slit and massaged the “meat.”  Keshia giggled some more, tensed up and a little bit of “pee” seeped out.
	Vanessa leaned closer and began licking the slit.
	Sabrina, the oldest Bustamonte child of Cliff and Phylicia wandered into the kitchen via the backdoor and slumped into a kitchen chair.  She seemed most discouraged.  Her plans to stay away for the day if not weekend had fallen thru, too.  She was glum.
	Suddenly, her brother bustled in making for the refrigerator.
	“Theo!” his sister exclaimed being very surprised (at his lack of attire.)  “You’re naked!”
	“Yeah,” he chortled, “it’s a kick, huh?” a strand of cum lingered from his piss slit, he bent over paying his older sib no attention and rummaged thru the fridge.
	“Does mom and dad know?”
	“Know what?” the dad said waltzing into the kitchen, equally unattired as his son.  Sabrina averted her eyes in a slight embarrassing manner, her nipples suddenly growing pert and a sudden “moistness” occurred between her legs.
	Sabrina dressed in light clothing, dresses, long flowing sensible near business-like.  Her hair was soft and luxurious, she was tall, regal, and somewhat beheld a stern look about her.
	Dr. B eyed his son as he rummaged the refrigerator’s contents, he tapped his foot and waited--and waited--and waited.  The boy continued pilfering, selecting one item--setting it back and selecting another.  Finally, Cliff marched up somewhat silently and planted himself against his son’s ass--grabbing holt of his young naked hips and pretending to directly stuff him.
	The boy went wild and flung about.
	“Keep the fucking door closed!” said semi sternly the doctor daddy, “If you don’t know what you want, take a picture and look at it and then come back and decide!”
	“Okay, dad.” said dejectedly the son, learning another lesson (again) (and the same one--again.)
	The boy scampered off with a bottle of juice.  Dr. B got out a bottle of juice and leaned against the bar counter, “What’s with you, dear?”
	Sabrina looked to him, looked to his dangling monster, closed her eyes and shrugged.  “It doesn’t matter, we were going to do one thing and then too many people came over and--” she stopped, shook her head rolling her eyes.  She stood and approached her naked daddy.  She hugged him and he hugged her.  Setting the juice bottle down his hands roamed her backside, not letting her go.
	Slowly, slowly, his manhood strengthened…
	“Hey, girls, think we--can--get--a--” his eyes fell on his sisters 69ing, Keshia on top--Vanessa on bottom.  “Pizza?” 
	“Don’t you ever fucking knock?” blurted out an angry Vanessa.
	“Sorry.” Theo replied.  He then smiled and looked to his lovely naked sisters, especially Vanessa.  His cock was instantly hard and he came onto the bed.
	“We didn’t invite you in.” stated Vanessa.
	“Yeah, we didn’t invite your sorry butt in.” chimed in Keshia.
	“Too bad.” chortled Theo, he began rubbing Keshia’s ass, parting the cheeks and fingering her hole.
	“Quit it!” yelled Keshia.  She struggled to get off Vanessa.  Vanessa fussed and got out from under her sibling, yelling at Theo, “She said stop it!”
	“I want to do her!” he proclaimed.
	“Not yet!” replied Vanessa.
	Theo was ticked, he stroked his aching bone, then looked strongly at Vanessa.  For twelve, the pre-teen had a nice set of titties, not too mention what lay between her legs.
	“I’m not ready, either!” she said declared anticipating him.

	Dejected, Theo thrumped down the stairs to the kitchen.  He wasn’t prepared for what he saw, but then again--wasn’t alarmed, either.  Big sister Sabrina on all fours slurping on their dad’s schlong.  Behind her, their mother sodomized her with a rolling pin.
	Theo hung back, he stroked his organ and wondered if he’d get killed if he went back up to Vanessa and Keshia and raped them.  He had fucked Vanessa before AND gotten a decent blowjob from her--but it wasn’t all the time and actually very few times in between.
	Sabrina worked her father’s dick into her mouth, she was very nearly able to swallow the whole thang!  Her mother caressed her ass and continued sodomizing her with the rolling pin, fingering her own pussy as she did so.	

	Foiled again!  The door to his sisters’ room was LOCKED.  He pounded on it but was told vehemently to “FUCK OFF!” from Vanessa, then, “Yeah, FUCK OFF!” from Keshia--who very seldom (if ever) cursed.
	Frustrated, Theo went to his own room and pounded his meat standing before an antique mirror.  His room was a typical teen’s room--a typical teen boy’s room--cluttered to the ceiling.  He left the door open as he didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw him.  Not at this juncture.	
	Lanishia saw him.  She was already highly intrigued by the assorted narly goings on and seeing her narly brother playing with himself intensified her.  She lingered at the door to his room, watching him pound his meat.  She was fascinated by a going humping himself.  To a point.  She was horny and cleared her throat.
	“Ahem!”
	Theo whirled around, cum shooting from his prick.
	“Don’t waste it!” Lanishia exclaimed and she hurried nakedly to his throbbing dark meat and lovingly stroked it, fondled, and began to suck on the head.
	Theo closed his eyes and reeled in the pure pleasure of being sucked.  One hand on his ass, the other squeezing the area between his leg and torso.  It stimulated him and increased his sexual prowess.
	Lanishia was good.  Damn good.  She sucked on the head of her brother’s dick, teasing him relentlessly.  When he tried to stuff her mouth full of his semi-hung cock she held him back with her hands on his groin, her teeth clamped shut--denying him.
	She teased her tongue about his sensitive crown, nipping him and clutching his swelling balls.  She was ultra horny herself and in need of a good dicking.  Thinking of her father’s big massive fuck pole thrilled her and made her incredibly “wet.”
	Lanishia’s pussy began to quiver and soon it was just too much for her.  She wanted her brother to shoot his load in her mouth; but she, too, wanted his hot prick pounding in her pussy.
	She chose the latter, sitting back, smacking her lips hungrily.  She loved the taste of cock, and spunk.  But her pussy demanded attention too--and not just from her fingers!  She gained composure of herself (somehow) and laid out, on the floor, on her brother’s clothes.  She parted her legs and gave her brother a fanciful-mischievous look.
	Theo was no fool.  He was just as horny as she.  He wanted to tease her just as much as she had him, but…
	Later.  AFTER he had fucked her.  He wanted to nosh on her black cherry, torment her she had him.  But he didn’t make it.  He slid onto her and then slid his dick INTO her.  It felt good.  Damn fucking good.  He was almost blissfully relaxed as soon as making full insertion.
*

	Vanessa had tried for years--since she was Keshia’s age, to swallow her father’s cock whole.  At twelve she was almost capable--just another five inches…
	His dick was hot.  It was musty and needed a good washing off.  She was almost choking but learned how to hold back.  Her daddy was patient and didn’t “pump” but held back his ownself and let the girl suck him, engulfing his meat as a snake would its dinner.
	Suddenly, the jutting began.  Once started there was no stopping.  The cum splashed into the back of Vanessa’s mouth, her throat.  A gusher load of spunk coated her tonsils and she choked.  Choked and sputtered.  
	Vanessa wasn’t like her sister Sabrina OR Lanisha, both girls not only sucked their father to orgasm, but swallowed his orgasmic juices, too.  Vanessa didn’t really care for the spunk matter, it was icky.
	She pulled away from his cock and cum continued to spurt out, splashing onto her pretty young face.  The doctor fondled his daughter’s budding breasts and once more for the umpteenth time that day relaxed.
	Beside them on the floor of the living room, his wife and oldest daughter sixty-nined.  Vanessa climbed onto her daddy’s lap, his cock growing flaccid with little chance of re-stiffening any time soon.

	“Vanessa tells me that you tried to rape her, her and Keshia.”
	Theo’s mouth fell open, he gulped and sweated and his toes curled.
	“Mom, they were fooling around and I-I just wanted to join in.”
	Theo, naked, stood against a kitchen counter.  His mother, also nude, faced him down.  It was late evening and his sisters had ratted him out about the earlier incident.
	“You cant do Keshia, she’s too young, she’s not ready.”
	“I wasn’t GOING to--”
	“Were you GOING to do Vanessa?” his mother’s voice took on both the air of being a Lawyer as well as a Mother.  Neither was good alone and doubly damn sure wasn’t good together.  He was fucked, and not in a good way.
	“M-maybe, if-if she wanted me to.”
	His mother raised an eyebrow and gave him the “look”--who the hell are you trying to put on?  Theo got nervous and wanted to flee.
	“I-I just wanted to--to”
	“To what?”
	“Hump on them, something, anything!” Theo protested.  “They were teasing me with what THEY were doing, what was I supposed to do?”
	He had a point.  He had a reprieve.
	“All right, but you know the rules,” his mother said still a little peeved.
	Theo nodded, no one gets “doinked” against their will.
	The convo later on continued with Dr. Bustamonte, as well.  
	“How old was Vanessa when--?” he asked of his lovely naked cum dripping wife.
	“Vanessa was ten, dear.”
	Dr. B nodded, he furled his lips and thought thoughtfully.  Then farted.  His wife gave him a disapproving glare; then he farted again and she left the room.

	“I think Keshia’s ready.”
	Ms. B wasn’t so sure, but almost.  She looked across the kitchen table to her first born.  It was early morning, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee scented the air.  Mother and daughter were “dressed”, but just in robes.
	“She and Vanessa were fooling around all night.”
	“I saw her diddling her self on the toilet.”
	“I saw her on her bed with her butt in the air fingering herself.” Sabrina said with an air of awe.  She shook her head, “I was at least nine before I started doing that.”
	Phylicia twisted her mouth, sipped her coffee.
	“Theo’s too big for her…” declared Sabrina.  There was no mentioning of the daddy of the family breaking her in.  If Theo at fourteen was too big to break in the youngest…
	The two sat and thought.  And thought.  And then looked to one another, smiled and said in unison-- “Deon!”
	Deon was a friend of the family, a friend of Keshia’s.  Not quite exactly “boyfriend/girlfriend” but close counts.  
	“Have you ever seen him--?” asked Phylicia.
	“No, have you?”
	Phylicia pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, bowing her head and then nodding.  “I saw him when he spent the night a few weeks ago, he was in the bathroom standing at the toilet peeing, practically in his sleep.”
	“Does he have a nice one?”
	Again, the mother blushed and bowed her head.  She nodded that it was so.
	Sabrina closed her legs, her right hand disappearing beneath the table.  Soon she closed her eyes and began to moan silently to herself.
	“Do you think Deon will--?” queried the mother.
	“He’s a boy, ain’t he?” said humorously-sarcastically the daughter.

	Deon “Bud” Rascal age eight was a happy child, a little snobbish and somewhat egotistical along with chauvinistic (but those characteristics were passed down from his older teenage brother who was a jerk.)  He didn’t normally get an “invite” to come to the Bustamonte household, he usually just “showed” up.  Keshia was a friend, a cool friend.  (the only friend who actually liked him despite his brother’s faults.)
	It was Keshia who invited him, met him at the door and practically dragged him to her room.  The boy saw that no one else “seemed” to be home and Keshia also told him so.  She was weird, mischievous, and up to something.  Deon didn’t care, just so long as he was someplace other than his home where his older brother picked on him and made him do chores.
	“Why you in a dress?” Deon asked as they made their way up the stairs.  Keshia very seldom wore a dress--’cept on a special school day, a party, or special holiday occasion.
	“I just felt like it.”
	It was a pretty dress, a shade of blue with some dark hem lace.  Short, like most kids her age wore.  Even at a mere seven years young, Keshia appeared to be a little older than she was.
	“Where’s everyone at?” Deon asked as they reached the 2nd floor.
	“You sure ask a lot of questions!” bitched back Keshia.
	
	In her room Keshia simply flopped down onto her bed among her various many plush toy animals, scooting herself up against her pillows and headboard--then drawing her legs up to wrap her arms about her knees.  This gave wide open viewing of her sex.  
	No panties.
	Deon looked at the various animals, posters, he seldom was in Keshia’s bedroom, it was sorta taboo for a boy to be in a girl’s room, ‘specially when she was apparently “alone.”
	At length the fine handsome boy sat on the very edge of the girl’s bed, then took notice of Keshia’s sitting position--mostly and mainly her sex area.
	“Holy shit, you aint got no underwear on!” the boy blurted out.
	Keshia grinned big, blushed and brought her legs down straight out.  
	“Oops!” she exclaimed, “I forgot!”
	“You forgot to put on your underwear!?” the boy seemed confused.  “How could you forget to put on your underwear?”  strange boy, strange indeed.
	“I just did, that’s all.” declared Keshia.  She shined it on and looked at the boy who was still surprised and mystified.
	“Do YOU have YOUR underwear on?” she asked.
	“Sure do!” affirmed the boy.
	“Are you sure?” queried Keshia in a tone of not believing him.
	“What, you don’t think I can remember to put on underwear everyday?”
	“Prove it!” jeered Keshia.
	Somewhat disgruntled the handsome eight year old black boy stood and undone his trousers.  He didn’t wear simple boy clothes, he wore slacks and usually a nice shirt.  No tie or dress shoes, but nice Church slacks and dress shirt.
	He was well mannered and posed, handsome to a tee--and wore simple boy type boxers, blue plaid.  
	“I wear those!” declared Keshia matter-of-factly.
	“No you don’t!” returned Deon pulling up his trousers.  “Only boys can wear these!”
	Keshia gave him “that look.”  she got up and went to her dresser and withdrew a pink pair of girlie boxers.  Deon’s mouth fell open.  
	Keshia pulled out a green tinted pair, followed by a black, red, and purple pair.  Each one had a lace trim, large leg holes, and a nice tight crotch.  
	Suddenly, it was noticed that Deon had “wood.”
	Deon was aware of it, too.
	He got a little nervous and didn’t know quite what to do.  If anything.
	“Do you want me to put one on?” Keshia asked.  By her eyes it could be learned that she was aware of Deon’s engorged erection.  She didn’t draw attention to it and continued to let the situation ‘grow.’
	Deon didn’t answer her, but gulped and began to sweat.  He had merely pulled his beige trousers up, didn’t fasten them or zip up.  
	Keshia stepped into a pair of green tinted boxers for girls.  She pulled them all the way up and maneuvered her dress up so as Deon could see.  She turned around, presented her ass then back around to continued giving the boy a reason to live.
	“Boys are still supposed to be the ones--” Deon was stammering trying to explain and justify girls wearing boys clothing.  He quickly shut up as he felt the strong vibes from his young friend burning into his soul.
	“Girls shouldn’t wear boys’ clothes, that’s all.”
	“I can wear whatever I want, and so can boys.” stated Keshia.
	“I don’t think so.” decreed Deon.
	“I bet I can wear YOUR clothes and look good, too!”
	“Nut uh!”
	“Yeah huh!”
	Typical back and forth banter between children--ending with “Prove it!” with the one against the proverbial wall slipping off his clothes and handing them over.  Shirt, pants, and underwear.
	The boy had an erection.
	A nice stiffy.  He hid himself as he handed over his clothing, not aware that his backside was bare to Keshia as he stood against a light cherry wood dresser with a central mirror revealing his fine young ass.
	Out of respect and some modesty he turned about and saw the mirror.
	Then he saw Keshia--butt bare assed naked.  She slid her body into his clothes, his boxers first.  Not an exact fit but close counts.  Deon was a couple inches taller than young Keshia, his trousers were a little long.  His shirt wasn’t quite fitting, either.
	But regardless--Keshia didn’t look all that bad in the ill fitting clothing.  Deon stood naked shielding his eight year old puddling.  Like Keshia, despite his young age he was actually “older” than appearances.
	Keshia stated him, his face.
	“What?”
	Keshia reared back her head--a typical girl (black at that) thing to do to her man.  
	“What!?” the boy retorted not understanding.
	“Put on MY clothes!” Keshia said holding up her dress and green boxers.
	“Nut uh, no way!”
	Keshia, again, looked at him with an air of, “you better.”
	Deon relented, he was at least glad to have underwear on, regardless of the fact that they were “fitted” for a girl’s body and not his.  He did have to admit--if only to himself, that the undies were nice…
	Despite their size differences, Deon fit easily into Keshia’s dress.  She wasn’t “lumpy” enough to wear a bra so his dressing was complete.  He looked to himself in the mirror.
	“Damn!” he said nodding his head and being semi pompous.  “I look GOOD no matter what I wear!”
	Keshia giggled, he looked ridiculous.
	The two joshed one another, Deon lightened up and Keshia playfully pushed him.  He pushed back.  They wrestled and fell onto Keshia’s bed.  Deon lay on top of Keshia--realizing something about the situation.  Keshia looked up to her “beau”, smiled with sparkly eyes of beautiful brown.
	“This is wrong.” Deon suddenly exclaimed.  He was a decent boy, a little corrupted by his brother but the real decency of the boy prevailed.
	“I know.” said Keshia-- “I’M supposed to be on top!”
	“Huh?”
	“I’m the BOY, see!?” she pulled at her BOY shirt and tugged at the BOY trousers.
	“Oh.” Deon said without much fanfare.  He got up off of Keshia and paused a moment.
	“Lay down.” Keshia told him.
	Deon obeyed.
	Keshia crawled on top of him.  She was all smiles and giggles and it was by her mannerisms that enlightened his.  He wrapped his arms about Keshia and waited.
	Keshia sat back and thought deeply, then smiled and pushed the non-fitting trousers AND boxers down.  Deon lay still not quite sure…

	Keshia took her time, thinking in her young noggin.  She worked her trousers and boxers down then slowly raised up Deon’s dress.  Then, slowly-slowly lowered the girlie boxers.  She was smiling, Deon was--not.  He lay confused while Keshia slipped off his underwear.
	His penis was slightly aroused--it was confused, too.
	Keshia eyed it, licked her lips and then…
	Then?
	Went down on it.
	No!
	Yes!
	No way?
	Yes way!
	Keshia’s mouth pressed to the pulsing shaft.  Fingers pressed to the base of the cock, the other the hairless nads.  Deon raised up way beyond the state of confusion.  Keshia kept up her work--tantalizing him.
	Deon had never (apparently) been sucked.
	Keshia finally popped the member into her mouth and gave it a good what for.  On his own the boy parted his leg.  He was totally mesmerized and didn’t know what to think.  He knew that he liked it.  Slowly he began to smile and nod his head.
	Keshia sucked on the whole thang, worked it and brought it to a fullness of being erect.  She then slipped off all the clothing she had on and worked her way up, straddling Deon’s dong.  She nestled her pussy right on his phallic, wriggled a bit and enticed the boy to no end.
	Soon Keshia moved herself about just so and guided Deon’s dong where it belonged.  The look on the boy’s face was classic--his first fuck.  His puddling was average size for a boy of his age (8), for a BLACK boy of age eight.  Keshia bit her lower lip as the penis made its way into her.  Her pussy muscles tightened about the prong and like a snake--swallowed it.
	“Goddamn!” blurted the boy--an uncharacteristic announcement.  He finally placed his hands on the girl’s ass; Keshia began to “pump” (as she was supposed to be the “boy”) and they began to “do it.”
 
*

	Some people after a good (but dirty) fuck(ing) do the shower thing, clean up with a wash rag, change clothes, etc.  Deon chose the shower thing.  Keshia had given him the best fuck of his life.  His first!  He felt something sort of like akin to an “orgasm”, the “feeling” was there but that was all.  Afterwards, Keshia continued with the humping of his dick, grinding her sopping wet snatch against him, fondling his tender nuggets, then going down on him again driving him to another non-producing orgasmic explosion.
	Thereafter--shower time.
	His young mind was totally blitzed by what had transpired.  Should he “think” about it, dwell on it, or let it go and relish in it and be thankful that he got laid!?
	Midway through his washing/vitalizing someone came into the bathroom.  Deon wasn’t aware until he opened the safety shower door.  Sitting on the toilet, naked, was Lanisha.  
	“Hi there!” she said with a smile.
	Deon stood a little stunned, naked, dripping wet, awed.
	Lanisha was peeing.  
	She smiled a Devil’s smile to the young boy, she eyed him up and down, licked her lips and said, “Would you like me to dry you off?”

	Vanessa’s eyes were closed as she worked the sausage in her mouth.  Cream and spittle already oozed out the corners of her young pre-teen mouth, one hand worked the massive pud pulsing in her while the other frigged her cunny as well as cupped her father’s massive flapping black balls.
	Behind her, brother Theo, glided his teen hood up and down her crack, poking her clenching pooper chute and teasing her sensitive cunny.
	‘Fuck me or fuck off!’ thought Vanessa harshly.  She continued sucking on her father’s massive fuck stick, masturbating him, fingering herself, fondling his huge balls, sucking him dry.
	Theo finally entered his sister, gripping her hips and making anal entry.  Vanessa breathed harder (mostly/mainly) thru her nose as her mouth was kinda full.  Theo made full insertion, gripped tenaciously his sister’s hips and began pulling back out--just to whereas the crown breached the dark rim, then plunged dramatically back inward.  And repeat.  And repeat.  And repeat some more.
	Nearby in the quaint neat quintessential African-American living room, oldest Bustamonte child Sabrina and her mother enjoyed cunnilingus.  The mother sat sprawled out on an antique Victorian style chair, butt bare ass naked.  She was incredibly lovely, creamy skin, tall, reposed and--and so much more!
	She thrashed about madly as she sat wriggling un-composed in the chair, above her hung a painting of a great ancestor.  He sat somewhat glaring, a big heavy faced man with piercing eyes.  On the floor was the lovely naked Sabrina, tonguing out her mother’s cunt.

Sweet Treats
	Summer was heating on causing many mouths to water for something quenching.  Cool sugary drinks, flavored ice, ice creams, a cool setting was usually the answer.  
	Jodi and Kammy sat in a far booth slurping on their treats, Jodi having a large rootbeer float with strawberry ice cream.  It was her third.  Kammy was on her fourth mixed fizz shake.  Both sat in silence, the thoughts of Jodi’s sister involved (sexually) with her boyfriend and his visiting cousin filled their minds totally.
	There was just nothing to say so they didn’t say it.  
	“Ready for another?” Kammy asked.  (subject change)
	“No, I’m about ready to bust now.” Jodi said with a grin.
	The two looked to one another--they had little choice.  But now it was different.  Before, before the incident at Steve’s apartment, the two had been barely tolerant of one another.  Usually they were bickering, worse than normal sister-sister sibling stuff.  Kammy was older, was Bonna Jo’s best friend.  The two got along, but always were “cutting” one another.  Nothing overly harmful, though.
	Jodi Judith WAS pretty.  At twelve she had really turned into a pretty girl; long shiny golden blond hair, incredible blue eyes, creamy skin, typical California girl (but not actually IN the Golden State.)
	Kammy was alright, too; very skinny, incredible tight butt, something of a chest, frizzy hair.  She changed her dark brown hair style almost weekly.  She was very outgoing and with parents hailing from the 60s era; Kammy, too, found fashions and mannerisms from that time period enticing and adopted them readily.  She took some things too literally and/or didn’t get other things (spoken) at all.  She was a dark brown haired girl with a hint of flaming red.
	“So what do we do now?” quizzed Jodi.
	“Fuck if I know!” chirped back Kammy.
	It had been a few days since Forrest had last seen the girls.  When the trio of Steve and his honeys got freaky on Steve’s bed, Jodi and Kammy took the opportunity to dress and sneak away.  Both were in “need” of a good dicking, a humping, spanking, old fashioned fucking.  But the girls were quick and elusive and took a secret route home.  Forrest had a slight problem getting away unseen/detected.  By the time he re-found/located the girls--they were home.
	It seemed as though they were going to DO something, but there were other people at the home so the whatever was quickly nixed.  Kammy scooted home, quickly while young Jodi scooted to somewhere in the house.  Forrest was unable to check it out, the house and/or the girl as the timing was off and too many people in the broad of daylight.
	He’d save it for another time, though.
	He returned to Nancy’s house and balled her for the rest of the day--he was quite pent up.  Daughter Becky got nailed, too; followed by Wednesday--then Becky again around midnight.  He vowed that Jodi and Kammy would grease his dick.