August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 14
Absolution

And now for something completely different…
	(Not!)

Reprisal of Spy Games
	It couldn’t be helped--he loved it, he enjoyed it, he relished in it.  It gave him insight and such joy; spying on neighbors!  Lightly he revisited previously spied on homes, Margaret and her family was still “hard” at it, filming their exploits and the exploits being sold to a private scumbag dealer.  Adam and Amanda continued to be the center of attention--for Geoffrey and his boys mainly.  
	The Bustamonte family, too, were revisited, too.
	But Forrest found a return to Jodi and Kammey--two girls he vowed earlier would being gnawing on his dick a worthy investment of his time.  Very worthy.  It was enlightening--and then some!

*
Family Matters

Lets us be a family!
	At the house of Jodi, Kammy the close family perky quirky friend lived behind, Forrest found an extended family living under the same roof.  He took an instant liking to the tall slender woman who had married into the family.  Forrest prowled around utilizing the Contraption II contraption, the invisibility feature.
	Figuring out Who was Who took a little doing, the family photos didn’t help--too many of them.  He had to do some “extra” prowling to figure that the single female adult of the family had married into it; the head of the house was Robert Lambert.  He was the father of Jodi, her horny sister Bonna, and a younger sib named Maggie.
	The girls had lost their mother to a drunk scumbag driver years earlier.  She (the mother) had been the sister to one of the other members in the house, he was best friends to Robert.
	Another adult male was a comic, a stand up comic as well as a semi-pro hockey player.  All three men were best friends since childhood.   Soooo, when the mother died Robert invited the brother-in-law	to move in--seeings as he was always in search of a new home every few months or so.  He worked various jobs, mostly motorcycle repair as well as part time DJ at an underground radio station.  He yearned to make it in the Biz with his own rock band.
	Best friend Davey also got the invite and accepted.  Both men were to help their best friend raise the three girls.  (in more ways than one…)
	The brother-in-law soon married a one Laura Donason, she moved in, too; the girls needed a “motherly” figure.  (a little too late, but oh well)  Laura Donason was a perky co-host of a morning television show freshly breaking from a daily morning co-host of a radio show.
	She seemed happy with her life.  As it happened, Robert Lambert was the one who heard her on the radio and invited her to join him on the television talk show.  From the first day of her joining her hosting partner she was welcomed into his family circle. Though she was actually 27 she could easily pass for a young girl of seventeen.  (that was a plus!)
	She was introduced to his three daughters, Bonna Jo (better known as BJ by all), Jodi and Maggie.  All of the members of Robert's household greeted her as a member of the family from the start.  Brother-in-law Jonathan (John) was instantly in love--Laura played it cool and led him on for a while--a few weeks anyways.
	They started dating almost that same day. 
	Being the only adult female in the household put Laura at the mercy for Robert’s three girls, well, mostly the two oldest ones.  They would talk about boys, schoolwork or boys.  It seemed only natural and Laura didn‘t really mind.
	As it happened, John took a gig in Las Vegas as an opening act.  It was an opportunity of a lifetime that could not be passed up.  No biggie.  Then, Robert went to the City--after it was clear enough to do so.  He was from the City and the job opportunities were better.  But the crime and throngs of peoples persuaded him to move to the town of Town--however, it had a few minor problems, too.
	John’s stay wouldn’t be a long one, a couple days or so to do an interview for a subject to be on the television show.  This left Laura as the only adult in the house, Davey the other adult was on a comedy tour.
	 With her soon to be wedded John out of the house Laura hadn’t truly planned on how lonely the nights would be without John and his amazing fuck stick around to give her a good thrill.  (Forrest did a lot of snooping and speculating and figured most things out for himself.)
	There was, however, an answer to her lack of sex.  Having been raised on a ranch in Wyoming she had solved her lustful needs easily with what was available there.  Oh yes!  Forrest was intrigued, it was a girl thing.
	Another member of the household was Comet, a Golden Retriever.  Laura had noticed him the first night Robert introduced her to the family.  At the time it had only brought back memories of her life on the ranch and the various animals there.  It was back at her family's ranch were she had lost her virginity to a husky family Alaskan Husky named Smokey.
	Though her sex-life with John was great, she always kept fantasizing about getting Comet involved with her.  She couldn't imagine herself holding off on sex for however long John the Dong would actually be away.  She knew she would have to be cautious on how to proceed.  
	The night of Forrest’s visit was perfect; all three girls were spending the night elsewhere.  It couldn‘t be more perfect.  Shortly after an evening of being relaxed from a day of work, a relaxing bath, some dinner (take-out), Laura made her way into the kitchen clad only in her teddy.  She needed to find some snacks that would be used to train Comet the Wonder Dog properly.
	“Psst! Comet,” she whispered. “Here boy.  Come on Comet, look what Laura has for you.” she said, waving a doggie biscuit to him. Comet lifted his head at her voice, he was under the country style kitchen table, his favorite hangout as he got many a good handoff meal there.
	The golden haired animal sniffed the air at the sight of the yummy snack eagerly followed Laura as she made her way upstairs to her private converted refurbished attic living quarters.
	Once the Wonder dog was in the room, very familiar feelings rushed thru Laura’s body--mostly concentrated at her pussy.  She found herself extremely horny, and wet.  She gushed and fell onto her bed.  Forrest watched as she caressed her own ass.  The Golden Retriever looked to the invisible Forrest standing close by--Forrest was only invisible to Humans, not dogs (or animals in general.)
	For safety’s sake, Forrest had made friends with Comet, it was a wise thing to do.  Once scoping out the household of Robert Lambert and discovering the pooch on the premises, it was a wise thing indeed to make friends with the family pet--traipsing about the household unannounced was not a good thing.
	Soon, Laura on the bed, began to fondle herself.  Comet noshed on the doggie biscuit dropped on the floor.  The lovely seventeen year old looking adult woman rolled over, her fingers were “moist” and her body was undulating.  She craved the big dick of her rocker husband, so in lieu of, she looked to be satisfied in another way.
	It wasn’t her first time.
	Opening her legs she frigged herself a little more, Comet happily contented continued noshing on his biscuit.  Gulping for air the young woman looked to the family pet--she semed to be on the verge of “reconsidering.”
	It passed, though, and she called the dog, patting her wet pussy.
	Comet the Wonder pooch left the remains of his treat on the clean carpet and approached the opened legged woman.  He sniffed and got a whiff.
	Rubbing the pooch’s head like she always did she drew Comet into her crotch.  “Come on, boy, lick me!” she cooed.
	Driven by instinct, Comet’s cock poked out of its furry sheath.  His back arched and his tail wagged faster and faster.  Anticipation was a motherfucker!
	 Comet’s tongue began taking swipes at her moist snatch, this only enticed her more and she quivered.  Her nipples stiffened in anticipation of what was to come.
	“Good boy, Comet.” she cooed to him.
	She tousled his golden furry head, his hot doggie breath breathing hard in pants on her snatch invigorated her to know end.  (it did a fair amount of tantalizing to Comet, too!)
	Laura tweaked/pinched her nipples; leaning over a bit she got a nice view of Comet’s doggie dong.  It was “appearing” nicely and “just the right size.”  Laura knew that many of her girlfriends back where she came from were into various “veggies” to get them off in lieu of a boy’s dick.  But Laura preferred non-vegetable pleasuring.
	Comet’s doggie dong was already an impressive six inches.  It was thick AND juicy AND still growing!  Laura moaned in expectation of a good fuck!
	She couldn't wait to feel that tool making its way into her horny pussy.  Her pussy tingled, her body pulsed.  She was already climaxing and hadn’t even yet gotten dog dicked!  Much like Pavlov’s experiments, she was already salivating at the anticipation.  She couldn't wait any longer. 
	She knelt to the floor and got her head under Comet’s furry belly.  Comet rested his muzzle on her backside, curious as to what she was doing.  His stiffening cock was right in front of her nose and she took a deep whiff of his scent. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, then, Oh God, yes!” she then flicked her tongue to the reddish prong.
	Both Comet and the invisible Forrest made mental notes, ‘Human women sure are strange.’
	Laura moved her face forward slightly; her tongue lapping happily over the slick doggie dong.  Feverently she frigged her hot box, her asshole clenching tight, her pussy tingling tenfold.  
	Comet began to dance about, his wagging tail fanning the air…
	Laura could feel her nipples poking at the tip of her perky tits.  It was a unique feeling that not even her well hung hubby could manage.  Only when SHE herself was naughty--very naughty.  It felt like they just wanted to launch themselves off of her boobs.  Checking his cock again she gasped in awe when she saw what a stud he was.  Comet’s canine cock had grown to the impressive length of eight or so inches; the “knot” was about the size of a peach--and it was growing, too!
	 Laura continued licking the doggie bone, pressing her face against his warm underbelly.  Her fingers busily friggin her snatch until she was literally on fire with unquenchable fire.
	Suddenly she sat up, trembling all over.  Back onto the bed she sat, opening her legs and laying back she used both hands’ fingers to frig herself into her own unique euphoria.
	Comet sniffed about the fiery crotch, pressing his cold wet nose against her sex.  Laura gushed all over, her nipples very nearly bursting off her mounds.  “Oh God, Comet, YES!” she screamed out.  Lovingly she stroked the dog’s muzzle, enticing him to lick her more and more.
	And Comet obliged her.
	Once he found that she tasted almost like a regular dog bitch, Comet  intensified his licking.  Laura’s cunt pulsated, quivered uncontrollably.  She felt as if though she was near to cumming off right then and there--with only Comet’s tongue teasing her.
	She didn’t have to wait long, Comet licked and licked, lapped and licked some more until his natural instincts to “mount” took over.  There were two ways in mating--Laura was on her back was one.  To Comet it and yea Laura, it didn’t matter.  Comet “mounted”, dripping dog slobbers onto her naked body, inching up and pressing his meaty dog dick against her snatch.
	Laura smiled inwardly as she waited for his hot cock to find its mark. His paws shuffled as they tried struggled to maintain balance on the bed.  Comet’s bone gouged her burning twat, poking into her once--twice--three times before finally seating fully and Let the Insertion Begin!
	Laura sounded out several times as the beefy fuck stick slid into her sex.  She cussed a blue streak, grabbed fur, and pushed her hips into her canine lover.
	She ran the warm shaft up and down along her pussy a few times before pushing it past her sucking trembling cunt.  Once the enticing warmth of the vaginal lips caressed his cock, Comet shoved forward in one savage thrust burying the whole maximum ten inches into her in one swift move. 
	Once inside of her, Comet began humping brutally into her, as only an animal could. 
	“Holy shit!” Laura exclaimed.  She hadn't expected to take all of his huge cock so suddenly.  Comet didn't give her any time to get used to his of fucking, she would have to do that while he kept humping her.   She didn’t mind, though,  being so brutally fucked; it was just that it had been so long since she had had a cock of this size fill her pussy.
	She exclaimed loudly with each thrust from Comet, a good thing the house was empty.  Comet’s hot breath washed her face, along with his dripping dog slobbers.  Comet’s eyes rolled and occasionally he yelped, whined, and barked.
	Then she felt the bumping of his knot against her cunt.  His knot kept striking her pussy.  Comet’s eyes were glazing over, his pecker driving as deep as possible into the human bitch’s cunt; the human bitch’s cunt tightening more and more about his prong.
	“Oh!  Fuck yes, Comet!” Laura exclaimed as she began to feel the sudden urges to cum.  Wrapping her arms about her canine lover she held him, squeezed him as to family pet pounded for all he was worth.
	Comet nuzzled his muzzle into Laura’s shoulder and pumped his all.  Laura’s personal juices coated his balls and like a man, Laura’s sex drive plummeted sharply.
	Laura couldn't believe the pent-up pressure that the dog was releasing in her.  She could feel repeated gushings of his liquid love cream splashing inside her cunny tunnel.  Although her sex drive had died down, some, Comet’s was only beginning.
	She began humping back against his groin, trying to entice him to resume fucking.  Comet continued his duty, emptying his balls, tongue lolling, tail wagging.  Laura panted, she embraced the animal, nuzzling her face into him.  She was all but spent.
	 Occasionally she would play with her tits;  either pinching them or pulling one nipple up to her mouth so she could suckle on herself.  A few moments past before she felt the last of Comet's cum.  
	Comet finally withdrew and sat down to lick himself.  Comically to herself she wished she could see a “man” do that.  Comet’s huge “knot” was impressive.
		
	“I knew you'd be a good lover, Comet.”  she told him.
	 She reached down to her pussy and swirled her fingers inside of herself to gather some of the remaining doggy cum.  Then she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on them like she would a cock. 	
	“Mmmmph!” she moaned, eyes gleaming at Comet.  “Your cum taste so good to me!” 
	 After a wee bit o’ rest Laura pushed Comet onto his side and started rubbing his belly.  Her hands moving towards to his groin.  Comet lay on his side, legs open, tongue lolling. 
	When Laura felt the heat of his loins in her hands, she began breathing harder.  It always got her extremely excited. The forbiddeness of what she was about to do always got her blood churning.  She closed her hands around his sheath and began stroking it slowly.  She could feel his cock getting harder and harder (again) under the furry sheath.  The warmth of it was building up as time passed.  Then she began rubbing his balls to get him more aroused.  His pointed cockhead finally poked itself out of the sheath’s opening.  She had always been fascinated by a dog’s dick, it was so different than various other animals she had been with.
	Been with?  Oh my!
	Comet’s dick came jutting out all slim and pointy.  Once the first few inches poked out of its sheath, she dropped her face into Comet's groin and started licking along its length. 
	She moved her mouth to the tip and began swallowing the shaft as it continued growing.  She wanted to feel it grow in her throat!  Laura moaned as she continued sucking on the hardening rod.  She soon began bobbing her head up and down in a regular cocksucking motion; twisting and gyrating her head side to side.
	 She could feel his balls filling with a fresh batch of cum for her. 
	Comet was feeling restless from Laura's sucking mouth.  Her cunt was once more sending out waves of alluring lustful whiffs to enticing to ignore.  And so Comet didn’t.  The invisible Forrest could not believe what he was seeing although he was seeing it--Laura and Comet were 69ing!
	
*

Once more with feeling
	Forrest made return “visits” to the Lambert household, discovering Laura’s continued fascination with Comet the Wonder Pooch.  She became more and more daring; brought on with her human lover out on tour the lack of dick swelling in her cock hungry pussy made her devilishly horny.
	Forrest arrived one earlier morning discovering Laura had once more had a midnight tryst with family pet.  A new scene was about to begin.  In the modern day kitchen was the oldest Lambert girl, Bonna Jo.  She normally went simply by BJ to her close friends and family, she wasn’t aware until she got older that “BJ” had other connotations…
	BJ was Robert Lambert's fifteen-year-old daughter.  Her father wasn’t too totally thrilled with her “involvement” with her boyfriend, Steve.  He was sure that the two were probably having sex, especially since the boy was on his own, a year older, and had his own apartment.
	Though she was much younger than Laura was, Bonna Jo and Laura were both about the same height and size.  (Laura was better endowed in the chest department.)  BJ knew that Laura had to do a morning show as her father was still in the City being a big shot.  Noticing that Laura hadn't come down yet for breakfast and the day was getting on so, she took it upon herself to go and check up on her.  She had on a pair of form-fitting red shorts and a matching tank top.  Forrest had both Contraptions, he could use the Mind Altering Contraption and boff the teenager right then and there--or wait for a more opportune time.
	He waited.  
	He followed and was hard pressed twice more along the way up the stairs to the second floor and then to the stairs up to the converted attic.
	Laura was still asleep.
	Butt naked.
	Sprawled out on her bed, sound to naked sleep.
	BJ stood for a moment at the door to the attic living quarters, she was amazed and awed at the naked woman.   She always found her soon to be Aunt Laura one of the most beautiful women that she had ever seen. But  she always saw her dressed and never naked or even in her panties.  Seeing her body naked before her made her feel strange inside.  For some reason that she couldn't understand, she found herself getting excited!
	Suddenly the feeling of excitement was tantamount to urination.  BJ was in horror, methodically she frigged herself and gushed as her fingers found not urine but slick wetness that was orgasmic fluids!
	She could feel wetness forming in her panties. She was stunned.
	“This cant be happening!“ she said to herself.  
	Getting a grip of herself--literally as well as figuratively, she gulped and whispered, “Laura?” then a little louder, “Aunt Laura?”
	Laura stirred, stretched, yawned, farted.
	“Laura, Aunt Laura, y-you’re going to be late for work.”
	The teen girl gulped at the erotic sight that Laura presented. 
	Laura looked up smiling at her niece, then remembered that she was nude.  “Work!” exclaimed Laura suddenly realizing.  “Shit!” quickly she scrambled out of the bed flying into her clothes.  BJ found herself unable to move, staring at the lovely woman as she dressed.
	  It took her a good fifteen minutes before she was presentable--the typical brushing and fixing up the hair, applying a light covering of make-up, finding the right blouse and so on.   BJ remained, talking, trying to become more normal.  The two then scooted downstairs for a breakfast. 
	Sitting around the table was Maggie and Jodi, as well as Davey. 
	“Davey!” cried out Laura, “What are you doing here?”
	Davey tossed his head as he noshed on his cereal, he gave an excuse of a canceled tour engagement due to a conflict.  He sat wearing cartoon character pajamas.  Laura always found him a bit strange--he was like a big kid.  He was a man in his thirties but she found that he acted so juvenile sometimes. 
	“When did you get in?” Laura asked as she pulled out various items from the fridge to make breakfast.  Davey had already done so for the girls.
	“Late last night.” he replied.
	Laura got a little concerned--for herself.
	The three golden haired sisters were yapping and Davey joined in.  Laura seemed nervous but tried to act nonchalant.
	Then Comet came in.
	The furry animal went right to Laura, stuffing his muzzle into her crotch.  ‘Not now, Comet!’ she blushed and the family all burst into giggles.
	“Hey,” remarked Davey, “did you guys happen to hear Comet last night?”
	Everyone looked to him, ’cept Laura.
	“He was howling up a storm!”
	“He’s always howling,” remarked Bonna Jo, “sometimes I think he thinks he’s a wolf!”
	Generalized clap trap went around the table, Comet went outside to the backyard.  Laura quickly sat at the table, thoughts to her own.  Davey made goofy cartoon character sounds that cracked the kids up.  
	“We’ve got a teacher’s conference today,” announced BJ.
	“Lucky you!” quipped Jodi.
	“So what are you going to do today?” asked Laura.
	“Me and Kammy probably going to scoot over to the mall or something.”
	Jodi fumed at her misfortune.
	Time elapsed and the kids had places to go.  Laura took the youngest, Maggie, to daycare.  BJ headed upstairs to change clothes--she needed to, her poon was soaked with her essence and Kammy was due over any minute.  Jodi farted.  Just a little one but Davey heard it just the same.  He didn’t say anything or draw attention to it.
	The young pre-teen quickly scooted away and left the kitchen.  The unseen Forrest was going to go see where she went (and did) but then was curious about the remaining member, Davey.
	When the voices from the living room told him the kids were scampering away, leaving, Davey pushed back from the table and right then and there hauled out his cock!  And it was an impressive member, too!  HUGE.  He stroked it lovingly, joked to it and massaged it with eyes rolling and everything.  
	Forrest wondered who the perv had the boner for; Laura, one of the kids, ALL of the kids?  He WAS a family friend, he had been a member of the family since--since, well, Forrest wasn’t too sure, but WAS sure that Davey had been there when the kiddies all had been babies.
	The doorbell rang and Davey slipped his mammoth cock back inside his pajamas and hustled to the living room to see who was at the door.
	It was Marla, Jodi’s best friend.
	Davey liked her, a lot.  A whole lot.  The girl dressed like a tramp and acted like a vamp!  And she was only twelve!  Always wearing those tight, thin T-shirts that pushed her bust out.  If the girl didn't wear a bra underneath, he was sure that he would be seeing her teenage nipples.  
	He smiled and greeted the girl, he didn’t notice (or maybe he did) Forrest couldn’t tell by the time he got into position, but Marla was grinning and blushing.  Forrest then so noted that Davey had wood.  He STILL had wood from just being in the kitchen.  It was prominent and evident.  And Davey seemed oblivious to it!
	Jodi suddenly dashed passed him, yelling for Laura to hold up so as they could catch a ride and not have to wait for the bus.  Marla all grins winked at Davey and Davey THEN realized his problem.  The girl was a tease, she turned on her heels and dashed after her friend.
	Davey leaned against the door, his head against the door--breathing hard.  Slowly he worked one hand down inside his pajamas, the other his favorite organ.  He stroked and stroked and Forrest guessed the man had a monstrous ten incher!
	He moaned and groaned and continued cranking his yank.  He felt flush and turned to make way up the stairs.  Forrest followed.
	There were two bathrooms on the second floor, one at each end--with a houseful of adults and girls--two bathrooms was not only required but necessary.  (the attic “room” had its own bathroom)
	Davey came to the first bathroom as it was primarily the one he utilized--and encountered Bonna Jo abruptly there.  The two collided as BJ had thought she had heard the doorbell and was racing to meet her friend, Kammy.  Davey was racing to get into the bathroom to either jerk off good or take a cold lingering shower.
	“Oh sorry!” exclaimed Bonna Jo.  She stepped back looking down--it was impossible NOT to see Davey’s pajamas “tenting”.  BJ’s face was a classic one of awe.
	“Oh my Gosh!” she said almost alarmingly.
	“Sorry BJ!” said an exasperated Davey.  He was deeply embarrassed and tried to shield his massive boner.  It was very awkward for the two of them.
	“My goodness!” went on Bonna Jo.
	Davey stared at her.  Hmmmm  He didn’t know quite what to do.  BJ was fifteen, she had a so-so steady beau, he figured as pretty as she was and “worldly” she probably was getting some dick.
	This only caused Davey’s manhood to straighten out even more.
	BJ’s eyes widened even more.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she said aloud.
	Davey blushed and bowed his head--his pecker was stretching out his pajamas twelve inches!
	“Have-haven’t you-you seen--one before, BeeJ?”
	Now it was Bonna’s turn to blush.  She bowed her head and then shook her head saying, “Only in health ed class.”
	Lair!
	“Oh.” said Davey.  He was sweating.  He knew bit of pre-cum was soiling his pjs, his balls were swelling and he needed “relief” instantly or he was going to blow all over the place.
	“Soooooo, you’ve never seen-seen one in real life, huh?” he gulped, this was dangerous territory.  She was the daughter of his best friend, it’d be suicide to take the risk he was thinking.
	But then again…
	Thinking it over for a bit, he decided that maybe he could take the risk.  “Well, uhm, would-would you--would you like to see one?”
	Bonna Jo thought about it, mulled it, and was beaming a broad smile.  She shrugged her shoulders and knew that she and he were alone in the house.  (as far as they knew)
	“Sure!“ she said, ‘why the hell not?’
	Sweat formed on his upper lip, sweat trickled down the pubes of his balls.  Bonna Jo stood before him, her blue eyes shinning staring at him as he slowly lowered his pajamas, revealing/exposing several inches of massive cock.
	“Oh Mylanta!” a favorite saying of hers.
	Davey stroked his organ, pulling the skin to the base to give the massive pecker an even more impressive showing.
	Bonna Jo, though, was already impressed.
	“Do you--uh, wanna “touch” it?”
	Timidly BJ reached out and “touched” the incredible schlong.  There was no comparing it to her boyfriend’s, sure--he had a nice dick, but Davey had a COCK!
	She then wrapped her tiny fingers around the shaft and squeezed it lightly, stroking up and down in her grasp.
	Looking to BJ he could see her soft breasts and the pert nipples that were stiffening under her tank top. 
	The doorbell rang again, distracting and disturbing the two before anything else could possibly happen.
	“Kammy!” said BJ, she seemed a little angered at the intrusion.  Davey hustled into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.  BJ scooted down the stairs.  Forrest was about to follow but as Bonna Jo made the bottom of the stairs shouting to her friend, “I’m coming!  I’m coming!” Davey threw open the bathroom door and dashed to his private bedroom.
	Forrest followed.
	In his room Davey hustled out of his soiled pajamas and withdrew from the back of his third drawer dresser a pair of panties.  Ill-gotten panties.  Bonna Jo’s panties.  He wrapped his favorite muscle in the blue tinted cotton garment and pounded himself to beat all.

**
	
	“What happened to you?” Kammy asked, pointing at Bonna Jo’s crotch.  Bonna Jo looked down and freaked--suddenly realizing that she had forgotten about “creaming” her jeans--er, shorts.
	“Ugh!” she faked an exclaim, “I must have gotten them wet filling the tub earlier.”
	“Well, you better change,” Kammy told her. “The hunks at the mall might think that you were horny or something.  And you know how these country bumpkins are!”
	Boys in the country were quite different than the boys in the city.
	The two bounded up the stairs to BJs room--not knowing Davey was in an adjacent room seriously beating his meat into a pair of DJ’s panties.  DJ began stripping off her clothes as soon as she was in--much to the chagrin of Kammy.
	“Damn, BeeJ!” Kammy said as she plucked up the discarded panties.  The crotch was totally soaked.  “Who the hell of YOU’VE been thinking about?” she said in jest.  
	Kinda angrily, though, Bonna Jo snatched the soiled undies and tossed them away.  “Never mind!” she said.  Kammy was taken aback a little.  “You WEREN’T thinking about Steve?” Kammy said.
	Bonna realized her faux pa, she could have simply said “Yes” indicating that she HAD been thinking about Steve and him pounding her and it made her cum.
	“Sorry.” she said.  She stood naked searching for a new outfit to wear to the mall.
	“No worries.” Kammy said.  She eyed her friend, there was some lust in the look, she eyed Bonna Jo and methodically began fingering herself as she did so.
	“Damn, Kammy!” it was Bonna Jo’s turn.
	Kammy blushed as she discovered what she was doing.
	Bonna Jo had hard nipples, her pussy was “moist” again and tingling.  She was hard pressed to keep herself from friggin herself.  Lightly she did so.  Why not?
	
	Kammy slipped a finger in BJ's pussy, which clenched shut instinctively--trapping the finger inside.  Bonna Jo and Kammy bumped heads, grinning, blushing, giggling.  Both girls had their bodies pressed together, fingers delicately frigging and exploring one another.
	Suddenly the passion overheated and overtook them--they began to kiss.  Strong passionate smooching that took them to BJ’s bed.  The girls frolicked and fondled, kissed and fingered and slowly but surely Kammy became “naked” as well.
	
	Kammy engulfed one of BJ’s nipples and began to suck, kneading the other.  BJ could only wiggle under her friend, Forrest could only watch in awesome awe…
	The girls frolicked and frolicked and finally Forrest could stand no more.  He zapped them.  He had to become Invisible and shut down Contraption II and then utilize the original contraption.  The brief moment or two he was visible was no worry--the girls were hard at work pleasing one another.
	He allowed the girls to continue their frolicking; Kammy went all the way down her friend’s body and began licking out her cunt.  Kammy’s ass pointed nicely in the air.  It was too much to resist.  Forrest zapped them.
	He regretted not being able to allow Davey to join in.  but he thought and thought--as he poked and poked (at Kammy’s dancing ass) that there should be a way in which to bring the well hung hunkster into the fray.

	Forrest would have thought Kammy’s backdoor to be a little more “willing” as he took her to be kinda slutty.  She was surprisingly tight.  As was her pussy--but she was no virgin.  
	Both girls were deeply under the mind numbing power of the Contraption.  It gave way for Forrest to plough them both.  It also gave him time to think…
	Skyler had told Forrest about the “upgrade” to the Original Contraption, he wasn’t sure for certain if the upgrade(s) were functional, he assumed that they were and they HAD worked on a couple of Subjects.  But there had been other tweakings to the Contraption and he sorta figured that the Mind Suggestion ability may have been overwhelmed and X-ed out.
	But, the “program” was still on the LCD readout list.
	Forrest mulled, his only use was to turn the Contraption on, activate it, direct it to a particular Subject, and have his way with them.  The Contraption had a Program list with boxes beside the various attributes:  Mind Control One  Mind Blank  Mind Command  Mind Over Matter 	Mind Suggest  and a few others.  Forrest had never checked or unchecked the little boxes.  
	The unit was warm in his hands, but with the new advanced thermal layering coating the sensitive parts that were subject to overheating it was still a go.
	He had to think.  He was naked, in a teen girl’s room, his cum dripping out of his prick, drying on two teenage girls.  Davey was just a room away.  And he wondered about Comet the Wonder Pooch--though he had made friends with the cunt licking animal, how would that friendship be tested when/if one of its master went berserk and got upset and freaked out?
	His finger tapped the control box of the Contraption.
	Tap-tap-tap.
	Tap-tap-tap.
	Tap-tap-press.

***

Blow a Man Down!
	He stroked himself silly and discarded one pair of panties, replacing them with a second pair.  The second pair was NOT Bonna Jo’s!  a little smaller and cutesy.  Sprawled butt naked on his bed Davey worked the undies on his massive pole, he chortled and made odd guttural cartoony character noises.
	Either his hand got tired he had come to a point whereas he just needed to relax and reflect.  He farted while reflecting, scooted up on his bed and fished out ANOTHER pair of undies, even SMALLER!  With his eyes closed he grinned big and began reworking his favorite muscle.
	Bonna Jo and Kammy “awoke”, finding themselves very strange--all over.  Sticky all over, too.  Their young minds were locked in a tumultuous battle of orgasms and pleasures usually unknown to them and held for adults only.  Their young bodies shuddered, their young snatches clenching and squeezing out liquid love.
	Kammy pulled her ass cheek open, “God-damn!” she uttered fingering her gooey hole.
	“Kammy!” Bonna Jo chastised her friend, though Bonna Jo wasn’t a Saint, she didn’t approve of cussing.
	“Damn, BeeJ, what the fuck did you do to my asshole!?” Kammy halfway grinned and was concerned.  Bits (gobs) of man cum oozed from the backdoor.  Bonna Jo didn’t look but sat up against her pillows, her legs open her arms about her favorite teddy (bear.)
	“That was intense!” Bonna Jo finally blurted.
	“No shit!” replied Kammy.
	“I guess the mall is out.” declared Bonna Jo.
	“Why?” inquired Kammy.
	“After this, I aint in any mood to go flirt with any boy!”
	“Shit, I am!” chirped Kammy.
	Bonna Jo clutched her bear, her pussy still leaking cream, her pussy still tingling.  Slowly it was seen something in her face.  She took on a look of concern--grave concern.  She appeared to be curious, curious and concerned.
	At length she sighed and settled down lost in thought.
	Kammy leaned to one side and farted.

	 Davey quickly halted his manhandling himself when he heard the shower come on.  He paused and then sat up.  “What the fuck?”  who the hell was home?
	Licking his lips and sweating some he stood and grabbed his bathrobe.  It did little--very little--to conceal his massive boner.  It protruded outward like a tent pole in the center of a tent.  (the old fashioned kind)
	Stepping out into the hall he saw Bonna Jo’s bedroom door open.
	He mulled and furled his lips, curious.  He had thought she and goofy skinny assed Kammy had gone to the mall.  A change of plans?  He stepped up to the bathroom door--pressing his ear to the cherry wood thick wooded door he strained to listen.
	He was about to tap thinking Bonna Jo was in there.  From the incident earlier--maybe they could--uhm, well, you know--complete it?
	He heard a giggle.
	Two giggles.
	Two separate giggles.
	His cock pulsed and his head throbbed.
	TWO giggles?
	“What the fuck?”
	Confused he stepped back.
	He stepped back all the way to Bonna Jo’s bedroom.
	He saw on the floor clothes--Bonna Jo’s clothes as well as someone elses.  Kammy’s!
	“Holy shit!” he blurted aloud.
	He soon found himself plucking up Kammy’s panties.  He wrapped the yellow bikini garment about his tool and whacked.  He moaned and spied BJ’s panties, too.  He already had a nice collection of ALL the females who dwelled in the household.  He had two pair from each girl--including Maggie’s, the youngest of the family at merely four years young.
	He sighed and heard something drop in the bathroom shower.  Quickly he left the bedroom and returned to his own, taking only Kammy’s undies with him.
	He didn’t quite make it to his bedroom, though.
	He paused again at the bathroom door--he pounded his cock furiously as he thought of the two young vixens showering together in the shower.  He was deep into the groove and was close to barging in on the two when…
	“Davey!” shouted a voice from behind.  It had caught Forrest off-guard, too.
	Davey whirled around, cum shooting from his fuck stick, panties dangling about it.
	Laura.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Davey.  Busted.  Big time.
	“What the fuck?” common catch phrase for the household apparently.
	Davey gulped, his heart was near beating out of his chest.
	“I-I thought you were--why the fuck aren’t you at work?”
	“We had a cancellation at the last moment and equipment failure and a small fire.”  it was a small midsize private television station for the small midsize town.  It wasn’t well funded and subject to “technical difficulties” at any given time--which was why the girls’ father, Robert, was in the Big City (again) rubbing elbows, kissing ass (sucking dick?)
	Davey was speechless.  He stood totally busted.
	Laura’s eyes were focused on his cock.

	Davey could see that at least ten inches of his cock had wormed its way into Laura's pussy.  The woman squirmed and squirmed on the bed, wriggling, clenching the sheets and yea the mattress as her pussy was filled to the ultimate maximum capacity.  She hadn't had anything that large in her cunt since the time she actually fucked her pony back at her family's ranch.
	But that was many years ago.
	The two adult lay naked and naughty on Davey’s bed, Laura had felt her pussy explode as soon as she had laid eyes on Davey’s dong in the hallway.  Her personal juices flowed down her legs, she began to salivate and there was no resisting the temptation.  Fuck that!
	The only natural thing to do was to go to Davey’s room and get raunchy.  So they did just that.  They forgot all about Bonna Jo and Kammy in the bathroom--right across the hall…
	“OH MY GOD!” shouted-exclaimed Kammy.
	“OH MYLANTA!” shrieked-hollered Bonna Jo.
	“Oh shit!” Davey and Laura said in unison.

Fuck Me, Suck Me, MAKE Me Write Bad Checks
	“He’s fucking hung like a horse!” the mouthy and always seeing the obvious Kammy remarked.  But her bold words were true to form, live-in friend Joey WAS hung like a horse.  (and Laura should know…)
	To Kammy it didn’t matter squat, it didn’t matter to Bonna Jo, either--but--Laura WAS supposed to get hitched to her biologically connected uncle.  But--then again, BJ HAD seen the uncle months earlier when after he and Laura had first started dating copping a feel off of a groupie.  She was sure that her Uncle John “played the field” and got nookie whenever and wherever possible.  And since he was out on tour--getting that nookie was almost an assurance.
	Sooooo, with poor Laura stuck at home with no way to satisfy her lonely cunt--Bonna Jo could see how the well-hung-and-then-some Joey could fill the void.
	Joey stood with Laura at his side.
	Bonna Jo and Kammy on their knees ogling the massive “erection.”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” exclaimed Bonna Jo.  Everyone stared at her, it was uncharacteristic of her to utter bad words.  She fingered herself methodically, tweaked a nipple and stared-stared-stared at “uncle” Joey’s dong.
	“Can you take all of it?” Kammy asked boldly to Laura.
	“No, sweetheart,” she giggled in return, “not quite.”
	“How much CAN you take?” asked a curious Bonna Jo.
	“Hmmmm, well, let’s see!” and with that the near thirty-something naked semi-professional woman flopped onto the bed and spread her legs.  Joey happily obliged by straddling her.  His lengthy boner twelve inches and counting hung straight down.  Bonna Jo eyed the man’s dick, totally blow away and slightly curious if Joey was a fluke or was this what she was to expect from ALL men when they were of age?
	She wondered casually if her daddy was so well hung?
	Kammy eyed Joey’s cock, too, but his balls and naked ass.
	Bonna Jo snapped out of it and watched as the man’s beefsteak gouged Laura’s cunt entrance.  Again, Bonna Jo began to get strange unique feelings rivering through her young teen body.  The same feelings (almost) she had just had with her tryst with Kammy.  She suddenly found herself compelled to plunge her head between Joey’s legs and began noshing on Laura’s cunt.
	Somehow she managed to hold back and watch in incredible amazement as Joey’s cockhead became engulfed into Laura’s snatch.  Half an inch, an inch, half another inch, another inch; more and more of the lengthy shaft slithered into the woman’s cunt.  Laura twisted on the bed (again) reeling beyond ecstasy as she was tantalized beyond the scope of understanding orgasm.
	Joey clenched his ass and pulled his prong out, sometimes it was a curse--though he desired muchly to have more than a one-night-stand with some tart--a one-night-stand was usually all he got as after he had fucked her that was it--the poor bitch couldn’t take any more of his tool and no more second date.
	Joey’s cock began plunging back into Laura’s cunt, slow methodic pumps--sliding in a few inches (few?) and then back out to almost whereas the head would pop out, then slithering back in slowly.
	Joey’s cock was not only LONG it was THICK, too.
	Suddenly, Bonna Jo was distracted by Kammy scooting forward and leaning in--she planted a hand onto Joey’s smooth hairless ass.
	‘Kammy!’ Bonna Jo thought loudly, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’
	Kammy paid no heed and clutched lightly and Joey’s balls.
	Joey was in heaven.  This was a dream!
	Eight inches in and Laura was contorting.  She bucked into Joey, twisted and gyrated--she called out in a language only a Pentecost would understand.  Her pussy clenched tightly about Joey’s cock, her legs wrapped about his waist-- “FUCK ME!” she screamed, “FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!”
	Joey smiled as he looked down at the naked woman he had long yearned to bone.  “Oh, fuck, Joey!” she said looking up to him, “Stick it in me!”  her eyes fluttered, her mouth twitched--it was intense.
	Kammy had placed a hickie on each check of Joey’s naked ass.  She had sucked on his balls thru his legs and sat up on her knees, pressing her breasts against his flesh.  
	Bonna Jo’s nipples were the stiffest ever they had been and were ten times as sensitive.  She could barely-scarcely take it anymore.

	Ten inches in and Laura was bucking like a cowboy on a wild bronc.  It was what Joey thought, too.  His meat was stiff enough that it didn’t bend or contort--not as much as the bitch beneath was doing!
	Rivers of sweat pour off of him, his arms were locked so strongly the elbows ached and there was discomfort in his back and thighs.  And though he did yearn greatly to have his way with Laura, he was well aware of the naked Bonna Jo AND Kammy just behind him.  He wanted desperately to see both girls swallow his cock--and subsequent “seed”.  he wanted to see them squeal as he drove his equally talented oversexed tongue into their young snatches.
	There was some four inches (FOUR INCHES!) still not in Laura’s cunt.  The girls looked right up close and very personal, gripping Joey’s exposed bone--Kammy holding the man’s ball sac up and out of the way as he continued to insert.  The girls got to see actually vaginal penetration and it was a mind blower.

	Twelve inches in.
	A mind blower indeed.  Joey couldn’t believe the skinny-slender woman could take him so.  Most bitches he dated could only go as much as eight inches.  A couple of gals took him to ten inches in their backdoor…
	He wondered casually how much down her throat she could muster…
	Laura hung on for dear life, but it wasn’t all THAT bad.  She HAD taken on Bandit the Pony and Snoops the Goat, Smokey the Husky, and Frazer a 4yr old stud stallion.

****

	Davey’s massively elongated cunt wrecker rested against Laura’s drenched and well fucked cunt.  Cum had formed a large pool ’neat her lovely-simply-fucking lovely ass.  Cum lay in great pools of gobs on her well trimmed fur patch.  Cum oozed and jutted out of her incredible cock pleasing cunt.
	Both lovers were spent.  And then some.  Both were unable to think, speak, or do anything but breath.  Twelve inches Laura had taken, Davey had sunk twelve of his fourteen inch cock into the woman’s near thirty-something pussy and fucked her silly for several long engaging minutes.
	Bonna Jo sat back totally blitzed.  Her pussy was on fire, her nipples were standing so pert they ached.  Her mind was blank, too.  Kammy, though, Kammy leaned in and began licking/cleaning off Laura’s cunt!
	“Holy shit, Kams!” blurted BJ.
	Kammy grinned while she cleaned off the woman’s poon, she seemed to really enjoy tonguing snatch and did a fair job of it.
	Davey rolled to his side, farted, and finally managed to roll onto his back.  Bonna Jo eyed his prong.  Her mouth fell open, even “spent” his cock was huge.  Her thoughts where her own and Forrest wished he could have a peek inside--what was she thinking?  Comparing Joey’s dong to her boyfriend Steve?

	Both girls took turns lapping out the spillage on Laura’s cunt--then, while Kammy slurped on Davey’s fuzzies, BJ sucked on Davey’s shaft.  Laura frigged her gash and then sucked on Davey’s cock head.
	Both girls, too, took turns at trying to take Davey’s dick--the head and a couple of inches and that was about it--barely.  Laura noted that both Bonna Jo and Kammy were NOT virgins.  But in this day and age--who the hell was!?
	For Davey--he was a one time cummer.  Having such a cock as he had it was only good for a one time fuck and subsequent cum off.  Given sufficient rest and recovery he would be ready again in 24 hrs.
	 The clock downstairs chimed the hour to be Two PM.
	Laura tapped the snuggling Bonna Jo, “Uh, sweetheart--”
	“Yes?” chirped the ever omnipresent childish Davey.
	“Not you!” shot back Laura.
	BJ stretched, yawned, someone farted (Kammy).  “What?”
	“It’s two o’clock.”
	“Okay.” replied Bonna Jo.  She snuggled against Laura, lightly kneading the woman’s breast, calming down from the intense morning and afternoon’s delight.
	“It’s two o’clock and--”
	“And two kiddies will be popping into the house any minute!” pipped up the suddenly realizing Davey.  Jodi and Maggie.

More Astounding Unnatural Pleasures
	Forrest wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck a cunt that had been fucked by a dog--let alone a goat, pony, or horse!  But then again…
	Later on that same day, at night in particular, when most of the household residents had gone to bed--Bonna Jo and Laura were once again, alone and together.  The relationship factor was a factor--it was different and had changed--since the incredible assignation hours earlier.  Reluctantly the foursome had assembled themselves and showered up--Bonna Jo and Kammy showering together while Davey and Laura fooled around a little more and taking their turn after the girls.
	At 2:30 Jodi and Maggie came home.
	Returning to some semblance of normalcy was a tough one.
	They each knew that their lives would no longer be the same.  Sexually speaking anyways.  They were kinda sorta embarrassed and almost avoided each other.  Maggie didn’t notice the awkwardness among the various family members--but she was four--what the hell did she know?  
	Jodi, though, noticed big time.  She was wise enough, though, at twelve--to keep it to herself and figure it out on her own.  Kammy scurried home and Bonna Jo was elusive.  Laura and Davey kept mostly out of sight and Jodi KNEW something was up--but she didn’t know what.
	Dinner that evening was alright--no one talked save for Maggie who talked constantly.  Comet the Wonder Pooch got table scraps from everyone as he took his place under the table.  When she could get away with it, Laura spread her legs and Comet happily satisfied her insane canine lust--and no one was the wiser.
	After dinner Jodi had her friend Marla over and Davey had Maggie on his lap playing with her as they watched some videos.  Laura embarrassed herself as she wondered how it would be if Davey should unleash his massive fuck pole and let Maggie play with it!  She wouldn’t know the difference that it was sorta-kinda wrong, not really.  And Laura had to think to herself--would she be upset if he did?
	Would BJ or Jodi be upset?  Would Davey?  Laura found herself getting moist between her legs and quickly excused herself and fled to her room.  
	Finger-finger-finger, squeeze, pinch, shudder…
	Finger-finger-finger, gouge-squeeze, tremble…
	Finger-finger-finger, rub-squeeze-pinch-gouge, cum…
	Ahhhh…

	Forrest didn’t spend ALL his time at the Lambert house, he made return trips to the Bustamonte house and other places he had previously been to.  He also made return trips to the New Digs and his old friend Seth and new friend Noah.  
	There, too, were days were Forrest simply stayed his butt at Nancy’s house--and not even engaging in sex!  The old notion of scooting to his cousin’s in the Midwest continued to nag him; he was very interested in the green tornadoes and the possibility of the existence of a parallel universe.

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Unleashed Leashes
	Every town has a few dogs and cats, goats, horses, pet lizards and pet vermin of some sort and type.  The town of Town was no exception.  And being inundated with such critters, a popular establishment was required to care for creatures of joy.  The local veterinarian.  In the town of Town there were actually four such places, one being a hospital for pets, as well.
	Forrest found interest in one of the vet establishments…
	Two kiddoes were in the rear of the establishment.  A grand cacophony of dogs barking, cats meowing, and gerbils--and gerbils--and cats meowing was mulled by the thick walls or where Julie-9 and Kenny also nine were being assigned a task by Julie’s uncle.
	On a table was an opened box.  Within said box were a mix mash mix of leashes.  Lots and lots of leashes.  Long ones, short ones; red, blue, yellow, green, and pink ones.  Leashes with chains, leashes with cables, leashes with simple leather straps.  All bunched together and in quite a mess.  It would be the kids’ duty to sort the leashes and make them ready for the animals of the vet-kennel.
	The girl shrugged, “Okay.” she said.
	The boy shrugged as well and began rifling thru the mess of leashes.
	The girl, Julie, was a cute pretty light brown haired girl of average size and form.  Very friendly appearing, outgoing personality with loads of charm.  Perfectly straight white teeth, dainty earrings, dazzling blue eyes, wearing a “trainer.” 
	Her companion was a friend, an African-American lad with typical features, a small close to the head fro, friendly and typical size of a boy his age of nine years.
	The room was not small, furnished with basic shades of blue furniture consisting of modular chairs, tables, and desks.  Blue picture frames framing various dogs and cats.  A dark blue carpet, light blue walls and ceiling.  One door led into the room, another door led out to the fenced backyard.
	Just after a few minutes of sorting he many leashes by size, color, and so on, Julie seemed to be “up to something.”  She took on that “look” of serious contemplation.  After a moment or two longer, pursing her lips, checking the two doors,
	“It’s HOT in here, isn’t it?”
	It really wasn’t but the boy shrugged, “Maybe.”
	A moment more passed, the job of sorting the leashes was nearly done.  The girl tugged in her lower lip--she was definitely up to something.
	“It IS hot, to me.” she said.  She tugged at her blue tee-shirt, “You don’t mind if I take off my shirt, do you?”
	The boy shrugged, ’what the fuck do I care?’ and continued sorting the leashes--then paused, ’What?’ he made the startled double-take to the table and then turned his head just so to Julie.
	Julie pulled off her blue top, her “trainer” was a small camisole.  Kenny stared.  But then just as quickly shrugged it off as it was really no big deal after all, Julie was his friend and he had seen her in her two piece bathing suit.  No biggie.
	They continued sorting clothes, but Kenny every so often snuck a peek to see if he could see “anything else” of Julie.
	Though it didn’t seem particular warm in the room, Julie fanned herself; she kicked off her shoes, cocked her head side to side, brushed her hair back behind her ears and undone her knee length jeans.  Without asking, she lowered them and stepped out of them.
	She stood in matching panties to her camisole--white with red love pat hearts in pinkish trim.  Kenny gulped and seemed to be sweating.  His eyes were fastened onto Julie’s body, mostly at her midsection.  A swimsuit was one thing--clad in panties was another!
	Julie looked to him with a brief smile, “What’s the matter, Kenny,” she said slyly, “haven’t you ever seen a girl in her underwear?”
	Kenny shook his head, “N-no, not really.”
	With that, Julie turned around to give him the full view.
	Kenny had wood.
	Knowingly or not so, Kenny rubbed the heel of his hand against his growing bulge.  Julie grinned and blushed a little, she averted her eyes and returned to the leashes.  Kenny was baffled--as was the unseen Forrest.  Then, while Kenny was still lost in concentration, Forrest did see Julie “accidentally” knock off some of the assembled leashes to the floor.
	“Accidentally on Purpose!”
	The little sneak!
	This caused her to “bend over” and collect the leashes and plop them onto the table.  “Now we’ve got to do them all over again!” she complained.
	Kenny shrugged and rummaged through the mixed up leashes sorting them once more.  Julie danced about as if she had ants in her undies or was stepping on hot coals.  At length she feigned exhaustion and flopped into one of the modern day modular square styled blue chairs.  
	Kenny gulped and took a quick look at the half nude girl.  He pressed his bulging bulge against the rim of the table, humping it.  Julie sat with her legs open tapping her fingers on the arms of the chair.  
	“Aren’t you hot?” asked Julie surreptitiously.
	Kenny shrugged, “No, not really.” it was actually cool enough in the room--Kenny was just dense.  Julie let it go, folded her legs up, tweaked a nipple, farted--a non noisy fart, then sat back thinking.
	Kenny so-so paid attention to his task.
	Then, ‘oh!’
	“I-I guess it IS kinda hot in here.” dumbass…
	“Well,” said Julie, “take off your clothes if you want to.”
	Kenny hesitated.  He checked the doors, looked to the floor, looked to Julie, then slowly scuffed off one tennis shoe and then the other.  His thumbs hooked his pants and he waited.
	Julie got up and stretched--she had a delicious little body.  Delicious!
	Kenny gulped and quickly unhitched his britches.
	Julie pranced about going from one side of the room to the other poking her nose into the various cabinets to see what was there she could get in to.
	Nothing much of consequence, veterinarian supplies.
	Kenny’s pants were down at his ankles, he stepped out of them and stood in basic white briefs.  Julie wasn’t paying attention, she found a hidden stash of sodas in a mini refrigerator.  Apples, oranges, plums, and pudding snacks!  None were marked so the two helped themselves.  (Kenny still had his dark blue shirt on…)
	“What are you looking at it?” Kenny finally said after a moment or two of Julie’s “staring” at him.
	“Sorry, I was just looking at you in your underwear.” she giggled.
	“What?” the boy asked in as if was there something wrong.
	“Haven’t you’ve ever seen a boy in his underwear before?” he smirked.
	“Nope.” she replied, then, “Have you ever seen a girl in HER underwear?”
	Kenny blushed--if it was possible for a black boy to do so.  He bowed his head, shuffled his weight on his bare feet, “Y-you’re the only girl I really know.” Kenny was an only child--as was Julie.
	Then, “Have you ever seen a girl--you know, naked?” Julie almost squeaked her question.
	Kenny gulped hard, blinked his eyes and licked his lips nervously.
	He didn’t answer verbally but shook his head indicating that he had not.  Julie shook her head to clear some loose strands of her hair.  A semi long narrow face she had, but wide, too.  Bright, very bright and near angelic.  She would almost be “reserved” if she weren’t so outgoing.
	Kenny was near to faint.  He gulped and held steady--somehow.
	“No, not really little kids is all.” he shrugged.
	Julie bowed her head.  “Sooooo,” she drawled, “would you want to?”
	A bit of annoying lingering silence there was, then,
	“I-I guess so.” Kenny answered.
	Julie took a turn to pause a moment, then, sucking up her courage and picking at her butt crack, she slipped down her panties in one fluidic motion--and was nude.
	Kenny was pale.
	“Whoa.” he said slowly.
	Julie somewhat embarrassed collected her panties and stepped over to where her OTHER clothing lay.  Kenny watched her as she moved, his bulge becoming more and more pronounced.
	“Dang, girl!” he smirked
	“What?” Julie asked (for clarity)
	“Nothing, just--just--”
	“Just what?”
	“You look good!” ‘specially naked!
	Julie, naked, at nine, DID look good.  She wasn’t “developed” and wouldn’t be so for a couple of years to come, or three.  She was slender, naked, hairless between the legs, well formulated for a girl of nine, and most of all--naked!
	Then, on a sudden burst of insight, “H-have you ever seen a boy (‘specially a BLACK boy) naked?”
	Julie grinned, tugged in her lower lip and shook her head.
	Kenny thought it over a moment, then like Julie had done, sucked in his breath and shuttled his underwear down.
	Standing up with his drawers at his ankles, his black prong stood out an amazing 5 inches!  Nearly six!  For nine that was very good.  (for a white boy, Kenny was black, however and it was probably the norm!)
	Julie feasted (feasted?) her young eyes on Kenny’s tally.
	“Is that always like that?” she asked unknowingly.  (maybe)
	“Ha-ha, no, just--uhm, sometimes.” he was suddenly stricken with a mild case of the dumbass.
	“Can I touch it?” Julie asked.
	Kenny paled again.  ‘Holy shit!’
	“Sure,” Kenny said, “if you want to.”
	Julie did.  A lot.  She grinned, blushed, and timidly reached out to touch with the tips of her fingers the tip of his dick.
	Then, on her own, she lightly wrapped her fingers about his black pole and ran them up and down the shaft.
	“Damn!” said Kenny.
	“What?” asked Julie.
	“That feels good!”
	No shit.

	Julie “masturbated” Kenny--repeatedly.  Going up and down his prong, squeezing the black meat and eyeing his total nudity as a whole.  She was curious and was curiouser about his “testicles.”
	“What are those?” she asked.
	“I dunno,” dumbass Kenny replied, “they came that way.  It’s ‘cause I’m a boy.”
	“Can I touch them?”
	“Uh, sure--but not too hard.” he warned.
	Julie cupped his fuzzless tezzies and loved them.  
	Kenny loved it.  For sure-for sure.
	After a few moments of this touchy-feely stuff, Julie asked,
	“You want to “touch” me?” 
	Kenny gulped big time.  A strange-strange unique feeling new to him suddenly surged through his cock and balls.  His toes curled and his young black ass tightened.  He suddenly found that he couldn’t speak.  He could only stare at the lovely naked nine year old friend.  He shrugged his answer and Julie stood before him--waiting.
	Kenny looked down to the girl’s pussy.  He stared and stared and wasn’t quite sure what the fuck he was supposed to do.  Dumbass.  Finally, with ESP screaming at him from the unseen Forrest, Kenny reached to Julie’s cunny and lightly brushed it with his finger.
	Then, more.  More fingers, more brushings, more fingering.
	Julie giggled and squirmed some--then, on her own, the little vamp hopped up onto the table, knocking the leashes off again.  She sat with her legs dangling off, then leaned back with legs open.
	Kenny was beside himself--the sensations running rampant through his loins was incredible.  Just incredible.
	A close up look of a girl’s cunny he got, he marveled at it and couldn’t think straight--he could not conjure up any other girl he knew; only basically compare Julie’s cunt to the little baby cunts he had seen of his cousins and family friends’ babies, etc.
	Julie’s nakedness was the first true nakedness he had ever seen.
	“Kiss it!” said/suggested Julie.
	“What!?” exclaimed Kenny.
	“Kiss it!” Julie replied.
	Kenny stared--and stared.  ‘a girl PEES from there--no way!’
	“I’ll kiss YOURS if you’ll kiss mine!”
	‘Oh, well, fuck it, that’s different!’ and Kenny went in…

	Kenny didn’t derive a whole lot of pleasure from pressing his lips to the naked hairless pussy.  But it was a lot better than kissing his 90 year old grandma and a scooch better than smooching his girl cousins.
	It was just a peck--but then, Kenny felt a strange feeling swelling up within him--’do it again!’
	So he did.
	Again, and again and then--
	Then?
	He licked it.
	Seeing Julie’s reaction--jiggling, tensing, squeezing her legs, tightening up all over, Kenny was self-compelled to continue tonguing Julie’s pussy.
	Little Julie squirmed all over the table, she clutched at the table edges and planted her butt onto the Formica top to keep from sliding.  She seemed genuinely enthralled, tantalized, and pleased.  Well pleased--despite the look of sheer Oh My God! etched on her lovely face.
	Kenny’s tongue didn’t have lasting power and he stood up.  He lapped his lips and continued to stare at Julie--natural instinct abounded and he was about to “stick it to her” when the young tart slid herself off of the table…
	Kenny could only stare down at the bobbing head of his best friend.
	‘Damn, girl!’ he said to himself.  ‘Holy fucking son-of-a-bitch!’ he had naturally stroked himself a time or two, humped his bed, and played with himself in the shower.  All forms of self stimulation were excellent but none--none had ever given him such pleasures as Julie’s mouth sucking him.
	Julie sucked on the whole thang, no stopping.  Her hands clamped nicely on his naked black butt, his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth.  Kenny stood riveted to the floor--totally blitzed.
	Julie finally did cease sucking operation, she frigged her young cunny and eyed closely her friend’s pulsing member.
	“God-damn!” Kenny uttered.  Getting a blow job was WAY better than humping the bed!  His cock tingled and pulsed, throbbed, and demanded more attention.
	Julie grinning big time smacked her lips and hopped back up onto the table.  “Do me some more.” she demanded.
	Kenny had no prob with that and happily obliged her.

	At length it was time for something more.
	When once more Kenny’s tongue wore out Julie lay back on her back, pulling her legs back.  Kenny stared at the girl in her new position.  So did his cock.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” breathed the boy.  Natural instinct again compelled the boy and he stepped up to the girl, resting his prick against her smooth wet pussy.
	Kenny moved his cock up and down and wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do.  From Forrest’s hidden vantage point he could see that the young vixen was indeed a virgin.
	When Kenny began making attempts at vaginal entry, Julie redirected his cock elsewhere--to her glory hole instead.  It didn’t matter squat to Kenny--he knew the girl “pooped” from there--big deal.  It was kinda nasty and a bit of a turn off, but…
	A hole was a hole was a hole was a hole.
	As soon as Kenny’s cock was “in the hole” he cared even more less about the fact he was buggering a funk hole.  Julie’s anal muscles gripped his pecker head and drew him in.  Kenny happily obliged and stuffed Julie’s asshole.
	Natural instinct boomed and Kenny began pumping.

	Some minutes into the pumping and the door from the hallway open and Julie’s Uncle Morton walked in.
	“Oh shit!” bellowed Kenny.  He pulled out and a bit of young slightly immature sperm spilled from his cock--and Julie’s asshole.  The boy was in a panic and huddled on the floor in fear.
	Julie sat up and rolled over to the floor squatting on the jangled leashes.
	The door closed and the uncle walked slowly to the two naked naughty-naughty children.
	“Stand up.” he said, speaking to one or the other or both.
	Timidly and on very shaky legs Kenny stood.
	“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” as it wasn’t obvious enough.
	“She made me do it!” Kenny bellowed ratting out his best friend.  It was a natural defensive explosion for self preservation.
	Julie shot him a bad look, ‘asshole.’  ‘see if I let you fuck me anymore!  See if I suck your cock again!’ she conveyed to him.
	The uncle dressed in a doctor’s blue smock outfit and wearing a white lab coat reached for the trembling boy and pushed him against the table, laying him/pinning him down to it.
	Then, bending over he scooped up the leashes and selected one--a long blue nylon leash for a small dog.  The leash handle he wrapped about his hand, that left five feet…
	Kenny clung to the table, burying his face and somehow managing not to scream out when the leash lashed his bare ass.  Scarcely did the boy have time to catch a breath when another lash striped the back of his legs, then his ass again.
	Three more lashes came to him; the back of the legs, ass, and then an angled shot to get both ass and legs.  Crying and sniveling he was “let go” and he crumbled to the floor.  It was Julie’s turn.
	The pain to Kenny’s bare skin was nipped some when seeing Julie get her’s.  His cock was surprisingly still stiff, mighty stiff.  Seeing Julie get belted/leashed seemed somehow invigorating.
	Then, he forty-something year old vet unleashed his “other” leash.
	His lab jacket pushed back, he pushed down his blue doctors’ britches and fished out of his boxers his manly manhood.  It was stiff and hard and ready.
	Ready to be sucked.
	Julie was first.
	She didn’t seem to object and Forrest guessed it wasn’t the girl’s first time.  (good guess!)
	Kenny sat on his searing ass staring.  ‘Holy fucking son-of-a-bitch!’
	Julie sucked and sucked, taking the whole member, cupping the man’s hairy balls and devouring every inch of his thick seven inch tool.  The girl did choke and made a displeasing face a couple of three times, but managed nicely to bring her uncle to orgasm.
	Cum drenched the back of the girl’s throat, so much so that cum spurted out of her nose!  Squirts of jiz spilled onto her lovely young face, cum ran like rivers out the corners of her mouth.
	Slowly the man’s dong softened, cum still streaming from the piss hole.  The uncle tousled Julie’s hair, caressed her cheek and smiled her, and she to him.
	Kenny seemed oblivious that it was a “set up.”
	Uncle Morton turned his attention to the delirious unwise Kenny.
	The boy sat on his burning ass, his eyes trying to avoid staring at the man’s cum shooter.
	“Well?” said the man.
	Kenny gulped.  “W-well what?”
	“You have a choice,” Morton began--
	“A-a choice?” stammered Kenny.
	“Yes, you can do what Julie did (suck me) or I can do to you what you were doing to her.”
	Kenny needed a moment to think that over.  ‘do to me what I was doing to…’ then, ooooooh!
	Then, Kenny’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open.  “Holy fucking shit!” he blurted.  Neither choice was pleasing--suck the man’s dick or take it up the ass!
	Kenny gulped.
	“Or I can beat your ass some more!?”
	Kenny definitely didn’t care for that option.

	Sucking a dude’s dick definitely wasn’t cool.
	Being spanked by the dog leashes wasn’t any better alternative.
	He HAD stuffed his fingers up his bum hole, he HAD tried sodmizing himself with a broom handle just because.  He had heard strange weird things girls did with cucumbers…
	Displeased with the concept of sucking a dude’s cock or being lashed, Kenny spread his cheeks.  Uncle Morton caressed the boy’s still searing black ass, fingered his young rim and then laid his 7-incher against the boy’s crack.  Julie laid herself on the table, legs dangling over the edge (again) and frigged herself.  It caught the attention of young Kenny and he got “wood” again.  So did her uncle.
	Moments later and Kenny was grunting as he was being anally stuffed.  He was tempted and did not refuse placing his mouth onto Julie’s lovely quim.  It helped stifle his screams of anguish as he was reamed.  It also enticed Julie into a euphoric orgasm as Kenny’s hot breath stimulated her so.
	Morton pumped into the young black boy, caressing his ass and spanking it now and then, too.  He also did the ‘reach around’ and masturbated the boy until it was “felt” as if the boy was ready to “explode.”
	A look was conveyed from the uncle to the niece and Julie eased off the table and got on her knees.  She took Kenny’s dong to her mouth and sucked him until he did so infacto explode!

	The leashes were hung up in the main room where customers were waiting to be seen or pay their bill.  Sacks of dog and cat food were neatly stacked and when the trash bins had been emptied, Dr. Morton DVS plunked a crisp ten dollar bill into Kenny’s hand.  
	Happily the two kids now endowed with the all mighty dollar (ten of them each) made their way to the bus stop and then to the local mall.  What they did was unknown, Forrest didn’t follow.  The veterinarian returned to work and all was good.  Forrest was going to make himself scarce, but felt something lingering in regards to the Narly Senses.
	Shortly before 5 o’clock Julie returned.  She seemed no different than when she had left hours earlier.  Forrest had napped during her absence--hard to do with barking/yapping doggies but he managed.  The room was seldom used, it was actually a break room.  The day of Forrest’s visit the good vet was nearly on his own, short staffed for reasons unknown to Forrest.
	Five o’clock was closing time.
	After the last customer had gone, the CLOSED sign turned out for all to see, Julie helped her uncle feed and water the animals, check the infirmary, give the floors a light sweeping, and shut off the lights.  They weren’t through, though.  In the break-room again the niece and uncle came, the uncle got to his knees and hugged his niece, copping a strong feel of her lovely-lovely ass.  They kissed (briefly) and then--then the uncle pulled the girl’s short pants down.
	Julie placed her arms about her uncle’s neck and allowed herself to be pantsed.   She stepped out of them and the uncle again kissed her.  They hugged and Morton asked, “Are you alright?” out of concern.
	Julie nodded and snuggled her head into her uncle’s shoulder.
	Uncle Morton continued.
	He copped another strong feel of the girl’s dainty ass, slipping a hand inside her panties.  “You and Kenny have a good time at the mall?”
	“Uh-huh.” Julie replied.
	The pink floral undies were worked down and the man’s fingers worked into her butt crack.  Julie’s face couldn’t be seen as she had it buried, her fingers entwined in amongst themselves.
	At length the uncle sat back on his heels and lifted off the girl’s top.  He smiled at her, caressed her cheek and then playfully tweaked her nose.  Julie giggled and blushed and stepped out of her panties.  She was nude, again.
	Morton stood and removed his doctor’s smock, kicked off his shoes and then slowly became naked.  His cock was stiff and dripping pre-cum.  Julie locked her eyes on the throbbing prong, lips pursed tight, her young face expressionless.
	Morton stroked his throbbing monster then stepped away from his discarded clothes and settled into one of the larger modular chairs--his legs opened wide.  He patted the cushion and Julie scampered to him.  More hugging.  More kissing.  More ass fondling.
	Julie, seemingly on her own, placed her hands about the man’s cock and lovingly worked it up and down.  She seemed to have lost some of her outward glow.  She seemed more concerned than anything else.  But she continued masturbating her uncle’s prong then slowly went down on it.
	Morton leaned back his head enjoying the wondrous blowjob from his young niece.  He ran his hands thru her hair then up and down her backside.  He pumped his hips to fully insert his cock into her sucking mouth.  Julie did a fine job, gripped it tight at the base and sucked fully and wholly.

	Straddling the man’s lap Forrest thought for sure little Julie was going to be plugged.  But the massive fuck stick merely poked her backdoor and humped on the mounds of her cunt.  There was significant loads of sperm spillage.  The man humped his fill and then was spent.
	Diddling his fingers in his own spunk he fingered the girl’s rim and when she leaned off to one side still in the chair her poon was diddled.  with the man’s fingers all coated in jiz spill Julie was offered and she accepted.
	At a quarter to six the phone rang and the uncle answered it.
	Julie fingered herself sitting in the chair, she still looked “concerned”.  Wrinkling her nose she leaned to one side and farted.  Thereafter seeing that her uncle was busy on the phone out in the hall, Julie got up and helped herself to another soda from the hidden mini fridge, then scampered to the hall bathroom.  When she came out--the uncle was still yammering on the phone.  Julie scooted to the door that led out to the backyard.  The place of business was not remote but located whereas there were few homes and/or businesses anywheres about.  Lots of tree and bushes were about.  The whole backyard was fenced in by extra tall and very private wood fence.  
	Dog poop was in small piles, a few flowers and some shrubs, lots of doggie toys--and dog poop.  Julie didn’t care for the drying funky smell of dog shit.  But she liked the late afternoon sun and happily scampered outside, avoiding the dog leavings.
	Forrest was hard pressed not to go for her.  His cock wanted her.  He desired her.  He made a mental note about her.  Not a vow, but…
	At one end of the basic stucco building there was another door that led to where all the yapping doggies were.  Julie peeked inside and looked over the various pooches.  The door wasn’t locked and she went in.
	The “house” dog roamed the hall and happily came to Julie.  He was a large Irish Setter and happily stuffed his muzzle in between Julie’s legs.  Julie giggled and turned red.   “Mmmmm, good doggie!”
	Oh dear!