August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 23
Business as Usual

Some Guys Have All the Luck
	The heat of the day seemed to be heating up.  (in more ways than one!)  Pissed off that Brock was “getting some” Austin fumed and slid back down to the shelter.  He skint up his belly some and most of that was due to rock burn.
	Alice wasn’t there.
	“Alice?” he called out.  He peeked over the ledge--nope, no “body” down there.  He peered thru sweating eyes down the long narrow steep-ass trail to the tree line.  She wasn’t there, either.
	He slipped on some loose rock and nearly tumbled, nearly careened into the great boulder that almost seemed as if it were supporting the ledge providing the shelter.
	“Don’t come around here!” called out a voice, Alice.
	“Wuz up?” Austin asked out of mild concern.
	“I’m busy!” she retorted.
	Austin paused a moment, he didn’t get it.  ‘Busy?’ then, ‘Busy doing what?’  “What are you doing?” the clueless boy asked.
	There was no answer from Alice.
	Austin twisted his mouth and made a couple of steps to go around the boulder.
	“Hey!” almost shouted Alice, “I’m around here!”
	“What are you doing?” Austin repeated.
	“I’m peeing, whattya think!?” she bitched back.
	‘Oh.’  “Oh.”  he felt bad and deeply embarrassed.  He also wished he had those narly powers or devices he had heard about in the news--that would be cool.  THEN he could see Alice AND Heather peeing.  (among other things)
	“I told you I was busy!” Alice said as she came back around the boulder--tucking in her summer blouse and ensuring that the button fastening her pants was indeed secure.
	“S-sorry.” Austin offered in shrugging apology.
	“It’s okay, my dumb brother walks in on me all the time!”
	Austin stared at her.  First it was the image of her on the john doing whatever, then--he dopey brother walking in on her.  
	“Sooooo, you see him, too--” he gulped and couldn’t spit out the rest of his thought.
	“Sometimes.” she shrugged.  She swigged on the last of her water, mopped her forehead and the image of her on the toilet still was embedded in Austin’s mind.

	“Soooo, does your brother LET you watch him--do that do himself--”
	“Do what to himself?”
	Austin rolled his eyes.  He knew there was a word for it, a proper word.  He couldn’t just come out and say, Jerk Off.  
	“You know, wh-what I was doing earlier.” he lied, but she thought he was so he let her think.  Maybe she’d get an image of HIM!  Yeah!
	“Oh, that.” Alice said and shrugged.  “No big deal.”
	Austin had wood.  He had a ton of questions he wanted to ask.  He looked to Alice’s face, God--she WAS pretty.  Such a face!  Green eyes, blond, round face.  He suddenly felt overwhelmed, anxious, and extremely horny.
	“Are you okay?” Alice asked of him.
	Austin felt a little panicky.  “Uh, yeah, sure.  Why?”
	“You look kinda pale.”
	“It’s the heat.”  yeah, that’s it, the heat.  He offered a meager smile and then headed for the boulder area where Alice had just been.  ‘I gotta whip it out and do it, wanna watch?’
	He saw the “puddle” by the great stone.  He really wished she would have let him watch her.  He kicked dirt over the pee puddle than leaned against the rock hauling his pecker out.
	“Are you okay?” Alice asked (again.)	
	“Yeah, I guess so.” fingers tight about his bone he jacked himself, he wished he was home on his bed.  He was a bed humper.
	He humped and humped and humped.  The image of Brock’s fingers digging into the crack of Heather’s ass, right down between her legs burned into his mind.  The image of Heather in her bikini swimsuit, seeing that little mound of her pussy burned deeper into his mind.  He humped his dick more, faster and faster.
	“Did you see Heather and Brock?” Alice asked (interrupting progress.)
	Austin paused, “Yeah, they’re on the other side, down aways and then up on the next hill.” he stopped jerking off, it was too hot anyways.
	He came back around the boulder, Alice was on her butt against the back of the natural rock shelter.  
	“Finished?” she quipped.  She didn’t say it in a giddy manner or surprised or other, just a simple “Finished?”
	Austin was greatly embarrassed.  It was if though the most naïve one of the group was the most wisest.  But then again, she DID have a brother she “WATCH” jerk off…
	Austin said nothing and moved passed the strange city girl, making again for the extreme top of the “hill.”  When he was out of sight (from Alice) on a whim he undone his pants and let them drop, along with his underwear, too.  The hot Summer sun baked his raw skin, it sorta felt good.  There was a slight breeze and he squeezed his ass cheeks.  His penis hung off to one side kinda sorta in between Stiff and Not Stiff.
	Squatting down by a dead snag tree he leaned against it to steady himself.  With the binoculars he scanned the lower hilly area for Brock and Heather.
	‘They’re probably “doing it” out of sight.’ Austin bitched to himself.  He wasn’t having a good day.  It sucked.  Royally.  And it was going to suck more when he/they finally got back down to camp--his folks were going to be PISSED!
	Sighing big time he reluctantly scooted back to Alice.
	“Their off sightseeing.” he said with a rolling shoulder.
	“So what do WE do?”
	Austin sighed.  He could think of a couple things…
	“Well, we wait for them or head back down.”
	Alice didn’t seem too thrilled with either choice.
	“What’ll we do in the meantime?” she asked.
	Again, Austin had ideas.  He shrugged, “ I-I guess we just wait.”
	“My parents are going to be sooooo--” she didn’t finish.
	Austin nodded his head, “Mine, too.” he added for her.  Alice then giggled a little and smiled.  God!  She was truly pretty.  Austin slumped down beside her.  He was fairly close, she didn’t move.
Subject Change
	“So you and your Dad--all over the world, huh?”
	“Yeah, just about.”
	“I’ve been to Pairs, London, and Tokyo.” 
	“I haven’t.” Austin scoffed to himself, his Dad was a photographer for a nature organization.  Austin sometimes got to tag along.  
	“Did you like it?” Alice asked.
	“Like what?”
	“All that traveling?”
	“Oh.  Yeah, I suppose, kinda okay.”
	“I loved Paris, it was soooooo cool.  Some of the people were rude and not very nice, but it was really a nice trip.” she began to babble about the countryside, some other cities near Paris, buying clothes at some of the trendy high-dollar places and on and on.  Austin sorta got the impression that One, she was making it up.  Two, it was the cause and reason her folks were so broke!
	“Did you ever go on a ship?”
	“Once,” Austin answered, “at the Artic to see some ice flows and stuff.”
	Alice went babbling on about BIG ships, the Q-E-II, a paddlewheel cruise flat bottom cruise boat and a on and on.  Austin determined that she was probably making it up.  Some of it or all of it.  He didn’t care.  
	The need to pee again struck him.  He was hot, thirsty, pissed off, bored, and horny.  Not a good combination.  When Alice finally shut up Austin stood up, brushed off his butt and slowly made his way to the boulder (again.)
	“What?  Again!?” smirked-chortled Alice.  “You’re worse than my brother!” she giggled.
	Austin didn’t know what to say, he shrugged.  She was thinking he was jerking off again.  “Well, when you gotta you gotta!” he said.
	Once a little ways around the boulder and his dick out, the need to pee was replaced by another need…
	This need prompted him to lower his pants again.  Pressing his warm butt flesh against the boulder.  One hand worked his bone the other caressed his bare ass.  With eyes closed he fantasized big time.
	With eyes closed he was unaware of being spied on…
	Only when the screech of the red tail hawk did Austin throw open his eyes.  He felt a strange unique feeling in his dick, he couldn’t explain, it only happened “every so often.”  
	To the left of him there was a suddenness, too.  Pebbles and small rocks tumbling as if someone had caused them to.  Quickly Austin zipped up--catching his schlong in the zipper!
	“AGH!” he screamed out.
	The pain was incredible if not significant.  
	Alice rushed around the boulder, “What happened?”
	“Zipper, stupid fucking zipper!” he was close to tears.  His asshole was clenched up tight.  There was a little blood, but nothing major.  “Fuck, shit, damn!” he cussed.  He leaned against the boulder allowing the pain to subside.  Mildly he was aware that his dick was fully exposed for Alice to see.
	He sighed.  “Shit.” the pain was lessoning more and more.  Slowly he massaged it.  Still, he was only mildly aware of Alice’s presence.  He didn’t care, there were priorities.
	The massaging of his pecker soon prompted it to elongate and become erect.  As his awareness of Alice’s lingering presence became more and more astute, his dick became more and more “aroused.”
	“My brother doesn’t do it that way.” Alice said.
	‘What-what-what!’ shrieked Austin to himself.  He was a little stunned and taken aback.
	“He uses two fingers and his thumb.”
	Austin was in total disbelief.  He stared down at his dick and his “handiwork.”  he made a face of concern and “what did she say?”  he was still stunned and didn’t quite know how to handle the situation.
	Somewhat in trepidation Austin tried the two-fingers-and-thumb procedure.  Alice stood nearby watching.  
	“Sooooo, like, your brother lets you watch, or what?” Austin said gulping and feeling out of sorts.  He hadn’t expected the situation.
	“Well,” she began, “he does it mostly on his bed in his room,” she made a slight face of disgust.  Austin continued lightly pleasing himself, in Alice’s presence!
	“That’s where Mom walked in on him while he was doing it.”
	“Does your Mom know you see him doing it?”
	“NO way!” Alice cried out, “she’d freaking flip out!”
	Austin blushed.  He stopped humping his dick and took to squeezing it.  He wanted to rub his balls and ass.  He wanted to be naked and have Alice naked with him.  He wanted to have Alice “doing him!”
	“Does he let you see him, doing it?” Austin wanted to know.
	Alice didn’t answer ’cept with a shrug.
	Here’s a thought,
	“Does he--does he--”
	“Does he ’what’?”
	“Does he watch you?”
	Again, the girl clammed up.  She avoided direct eye contact and focused on his pulsing erection.  
	Austin returned to concentrating on his pleasing himself.
	He wondered casually if she’d freak if he let his pants fall.  She was already just “standing there” watching him.  What was the diff? 
	“Have you ever seen a girl--you know, naked?” Alice suddenly blurted.
	Austin blinked his eyes and stared at the ground.  His dick was hot, pulsing.  That funny feeling was seething throughout the entire area of his privates.
	“No,” he answered, “not really.  Just little-little girls.” he shrugged.
	“No girls our age?”
	“Nope.”
	There was a mild silence thereafter.  Austin continued his jerking, just slowing down.  He felt a little embarrassed and only squeezed his member to keep it stiff.  He still considered whether or not to let his pants down and be somewhat really naked.
	“Do you like Heather?” Alice asked off the cuff.
	Austin gulped, sweated, felt a tingling in his nads, shrugged and gave Alice his best “poker” face.  “Yeah, she’s cool.”
	“Do you Like-like her?” 
	Oh, Alice was fishing.
	“She’s just a friend.” Austin said.
	“I’m I ‘just a friend?’”
	Ut-oh, better be careful here.
	He stared at her, he didn’t know what to say.  He knew it was precarious position--anything he said could possibly foul the whole thing up.
	Alice blinked her pretty green eyes at him--slowly.  Her face was stolid, waiting patiently for a response with tipping her hand one way or another.
	Austin stared down at his penis.
	“I like you.” Alice said.
	Holy shit!
	“Yeah?” he exclaimed surprised.  She would be the first in his life to ever have stated such.  “Cool.” he said.  He realized that he was blushing.  He felt incredibly embarrassed about being so vulnerable--being exposed an’ all.
	Alice leaned against the stone wall, hands behind her giving padding to her butt--her wondrous-wondrous butt.  She had a nice set of titties, too.  He liked it when she was in her bathing suit, they jiggled.  They were small, firm, and he guessed about average.  Sometimes when the water they were swimming in was a little too cold, her nipples nearly poked out of the material she wore!
	“Yeah,” he suddenly found himself saying, “I-I like you.” he offered her his best smile and tried to keep a lock on her eyes.  He had heard that girls liked that--eye-to-eye contact.
	“Good.” Alice said.  Then, “Wanna see me naked?”
	Austin felt strange inside.  All inside.  He felt like his head was inside a huge jar and someone was speaking to him from outside.  His vision began to get a little cloudy.
	Then, down between his legs his penis, his penis and attached testicles were swelling and tingling.  ‘Wh-what?’
	Alice slowly undone the top button to her blouse.
	Alice had a nice yellow base blouse with jillions of summer flowers all over it.  It was thin and had three inch sleeves.  It was normal size but when the girl moved about just a portion of her waist area could be seen.  She was not so much as a Sun Worshipper but was well tan all over.
	Her sandy blond hair was pasted to her face.  Green plastic berets held her hair in place.  Small dainty emerald earrings, a matching small emerald necklace.  No rings.
	She was pretty.  Just as if not more so than Heather.  Austin guessed that he liked Heather a little more than Alice as Heather was a little older.  He figured, too, that it was just the fact that ANY girl he wanted to see naked.
	Alice undone all the buttons--four of them, on her blouse.  She opened it and fanned herself.  Austin stared at her in her basic white bra.
	Nice.  Real nice.  Damn nice.
	His dick soared and he squeezed it just a little tighter.	
	Alice undone the button to her jeans.  Austin’s eyes focused on her fingers--anticipation was a mother!  Slowly they were slid down.  Yellow panties she wore, some sort of flowers on them.  Austin gulped and didn’t know of anything he was doing.
	Alice pushed her jeans down just so, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and eased them down.
	“Hey guys, you still here!” called out Brock’s voice.

Didn’t see it cumming…
	It was hot.  Really-really hot.  But the “hot” that seethed in Austin Lemore was hotter.  Sure, Brock can get a little “action” (of some sort) but not him!  Austin was not ticked, he was pissed.
	What timing!
	It wasn’t sure for certain if Brock saw anything or not.  His face was wringing wet with sweat, the sun glare, and exhausted from his trek with Heather.  Heather came up behind.  She had found the hawk’s nest and took some pictures.
	The group re-assembled and slowly made their way back down into the treeline, then a little further to where their bikes were stashed.  At the treeline they thankfully took a breather, the shade of the trees was welcomed--very welcomed.
	Austin still fumed at his foul interrupted luck.  He couldn’t tell if whether or not anything had happened between Brock and Heather.  It was a guess, and a good guess at that.  They had been gone a long time.  But they seemed to put on the air that nothing had.
	Austin knew better.
	After a brief rest break the group continued onward.

	At the creek they stopped for a relaxing dip in the refreshing waters.  It was barely ankle deep and three feet wide.  But it was a creek, it was wet, it was water.
	The kids’ water bottles were refilled, too.  
	Alice seemed quiet, she rolled her jeans up and soaked her feet.  Heather and Brock, and Austin likewise.  Austin wasn’t sure but he thought he saw some sort of “chemistry” between the two.  Damn!  He sighed, oh well, nothing he could do about it now.
	Yellow panties, Alice had on yellow panties!
	With water filled and hot toes refreshed, the group continued on.  The day was getting on and the hour late.  Austin was the most disgruntled--he knew he was going to be grounded for near life--and it would have been worth it had he gotten to see Alice’s pussy!
	The group came quickly to the crossroad trail.
	“Where’s our bikes?” was the general consensus.  The groups mountain bikes were “missing.”
	“Oh man!  This bites!” barked Austin.  He was in enough trouble already without having to tell his dad his $200 mountain bike was “missing.”
	‘Maybe I’ll get lucky and trip, fall off the side of this stupid mountain, get bitten by a snaked, and lose consciousness for the next umpteen years!’
	“Maybe they are on the trail.” Brock suggested.
	“You mean this isn’t where we left them?” Heather asked.
	“Well, it sort of all looks the same, but I don’t think it is.”
	Austin really hadn’t paid that much attention.
	Heather looked around curiously.  SHE remembered it as being the right place.  But if the others thought otherwise, well--so be it.
	“We’ve got to backtrack up to the creek and down a ways more.”
	So they did.

*
What’s a little sex among friends?

	There’s hot and then there’s DAMN HOT!  Brock guessed the temp was probably 110.  The creek wasn’t enough to cool them nor the trees.  There was a/c back at the campsite, in the family trailers.  Austin wasn’t so enthused about trailer a/c, but it would be better than nothing.  A cold drink and then a long sit down while his dad and new mother bitched at him.
	Back at the crossroads (again) Brock and Heather argued about which way was the right way.  Heather still believed that the way they had come (just come) was the right way.	
	“But our bikes aren’t there.” Brock persisted.
	“We might not have gone far enough where we left them.” Austin butted in.  it was a guess.  He hadn’t paid much attention where they had dropped their bikes.  The woods and assorted scenery all looked about the same to him.
	
	Suddenly, while taking a brief breather to figure a new direction,
	‘Take off your shirt.’
	Austin looked around to see who had said it.  Brock had walked a couple feet towards the other so-so trail, shaking his head.  Heather stood at the trail head they had just come up, determined in her mind it was the trail they needed to go back on.  Alice sat on a stump rubbing her bare feet.
	Austin twisted his mouth and then was about to shrug off the command when,
	Brock suddenly removed his shirt.
	Austin gulped and stared at the boy.  He seemed nonchalant about it.
	Then, Heather was shaking her head, almost vehemently and backing up as if someone was in front of her she didn’t like.  Then, incredibly, she began pulling off HER shirt.
	Austin stared in awe.  He was in more awe when Alice sat up straight, was still for a moment, and then began undoing her top again.  
	‘Take off YOUR shirt.’ the Voice came again.
	Austin gulped and looked around.
	Off to one side towards where the tree area opened to the desert flatland was a shimmering figure.  He couldn’t make it out.  He stared and stared and began to get a headache.  A bad one.
	‘I’ll make it worse for you, remove your shirt.’
	Austin undone his shirt and sure enough, the headache disappeared.
	“What’s going on?” he asked.
	There was a pause.  In Austin’s mind he saw the most recent events resurfacing.  He saw his mom, the time when he had seen her naked asleep on her bed.  He saw her when she and his dad had been skinny dipping in the pool.
	He saw images of wee little girls he peered or stared at while they were naked or in the panties.  He saw the image of his teacher Ms. Hanna when she was bent over her desk, allowing him ample viewing of her titties--she wore some sort of half bra whereas a great deal of titty flesh was exposed.
	There was an image of him laying on his bed, fucking it.
	Images, too, of him wanking off, sodomizing himself with a broom stick and a beer bottle.  Images of the African native women and girls butt bare assed naked.  Images, images, images of his past when traveling with his dad all over the world--catching views of various sorts and types of girls and women.  
	What did it mean?
	After another long pause,
	‘I can help you.’
	“What?”
	‘I see you have a desire.  I can help you attain it.’
	Austin didn’t know what to say.
	There was movement to one side of Austin.  It was Alice, her top she had dropped to her bare feet and then was undoing her bra.  Austin gulped for her, eyes bulging.  ‘Holy shit!’
	Bare titties.  Heather’s bare titties.  
	Austin couldn’t respond to the Voice, he could only blink his eyes and stare.  (and get wood…)
	Then, Heather’s top fell to the ground.  Austin stared and stared and felt a little more than “sweat” trickling in his undies.  Heather’s bra fell to the ground nextly.  Austin let out a little groan.
	‘Whom do you like most?’ the Voice inside his head said.
	Austin shrugged.  He sorta liked Heather the most, but she didn’t feel the same way back.  They were “just friends.”
	“Al-Alice, I-I guess.” he said aloud.
	Alice’s short jean shorts slid down her lovely young legs to her ankles.  Those wondrously wonderful yellow panties were there for his viewing pleasure.  “Whoa!” exclaimed Austin.
	‘Go to her, face her.’ the Voice cooed.
	Austin hesitated, paused, licked his lips and felt a great deal of something “moist” inside his underwear.
	That feeling would intensify as he neared the near naked Alice Volich.  He firstly found himself looking into Alice’s face.  Then down to her bare titties.  They were nice.  Really-really nice.  Palm sized.  Palm sized and nice.
	‘Would you like to “touch” them?’ offered the Voice.
	“C-can I?”
	‘Yes.’
	Alice gave no expression one way or the other--save for one of confusion.  “What’s wrong?” Austin asked out loud.
	‘She is confused, she does not know what is happening or going on.’  	“Does she see me?”
	‘Not exactly.  But I CAN make that happen, if you like.’
	Austin had to think about that one.
	“Well, maybe not just yet.”
	‘As you wish.’
	To those affected by the Voice, they were in a dreamlike world.  It was confusing as their minds needed time to adjust and accept the strange new phenomenon.  It was this confusion time that allowed young Austin Lemore to reach out and fondle Alice’s bare titties.
	It was more unbelievable than he could imagine.  He couldn’t imagine.  The skin sensation was not unlike his own, but it was maybe a tad bit softer.  The skin of the breasts were incredible, such a sensation!  He pinched lightly the nipples, fondled the breasts as if he were weighing them.  He was totally marveled by them.
	He then took his eyes down to Alice’s panties.  After lingering his looks there for a moment or two,
	‘Why don’t you go down to your knees--for a better view.’
	Sounded good to Austin.

	It was more unbelievable than he could imagine.  He couldn’t imagine.  So up close (and personal.)  Alice’s panties were snug tight fitting to her body.  Nice.  Damn nice.  There was a pouching out right in the middle and the images of nude little girls and the shape/position of their little pussies.
	Austin was in a little “awe” as well as distress.
	Slowly, Alice hooked her fingers into her yellow flowery panties and tugged them down.  Austin was beside himself.  He couldn’t breathe, he could barely think.  ‘Holy fucking ape shit!’ he thought loudly.
	Alice’s pussy came in view for him.  It was nice.  Real nice.  Damn nice.  Unfuckingbelievably nice.  A light covering of light blond hairs covered her pussy.  Austin had no idea how to tell a Non-virgin girl from a Virgin girl.  The Voice, though, could.  Alice was NOT a virgin.
	‘Place your hands on her ass.’ coaxed the Voice
	“I-I can’t do that!” whipped back the boy. 
	‘Sure you can, she won’t know.’
	There was still hesitation from Austin.  It was allowed.
	“You sure?”	asked 
	‘You are trying my patience, not wise to piss me off.’
	Austin took the message and placed his hands onto Alice’s ass.
	It was better than fondling her titties!  Way better.  
	Again he felt trickles inside his undies.
	He didn’t care.  Not a bit.  
	He made small circles about the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and focusing solely on Alice’s twat.  His balls surged and his mind blinked.
	Slowly, while he fondled, Alice turned about.
	That was okay with Austin.
	‘Help steady her so she wont fall.’ her clothes were at her ankles.
	Austin kept a steady hand on the girl’s hips as she rotated about.
	Then there was her ass.  Her naked ass.  It was far-far better than seeing her in her swimsuit, tight jeans, whatever.  Alice slowly began to bend over, hands on her knees.
	‘You can part the girl’s cheeks.’ came the Voice.
	Austin didn’t hesitate, he parted the cheeks and stared at the girl’s glory hole.  He had never really seen an asshole before, though he had tried to see his own in the bathroom mirror.  He noted just how close the hole was to the pussy.  It was all a marvel to him, a marvel.

	‘Put your lips to the ass, give it a kiss.’
	‘Lick the crack, from one end to the other.’
	‘Kiss her hole.’
	‘Lick her hole.’
	‘Try and push your tongue into her hole.’
	‘Put your finger into her hole.’
	Austin complied willingly and semi-so to the Voice’s “commands.”  His dick was aching terribly and the agony got the attention of the Voice (at last.)
	‘What would you like to do--stuff your cock into her asshole, pussy, or mouth?’
	“I-I can do that?”
	‘Yes.’
	This required some thought.
	“I-I dunno.”
	‘Hmmmmm,’ drawled the Voice, ‘let’s try “in the mouth.”’
	Alice turned about and went to her knees.
	‘Take off your clothes.’

	All the news stories he had heard and sorta heard filtered into his mind.  Perverts equipped with mind controlling devices had ran rampant across the land, and still were, too.   Austin knew it was happening him.  But it didn’t seem all that bad.  Not at all.  He wondered, though, how much worse could it get--or would it get.
	With his clothes off and dick extremely hard, Alice took his erection and began stroking it.
	“How is she doing that?” Austin had to ask.
	‘By my will.’
	‘Oh.’ Austin watched as the lovely-lovely Alice Volich worked his cock.  She did a great job, too!  She did a better job than HE did--but then again, his hands weren’t HER hands.
	‘Put it against her mouth.’
	Austin did so.  He liked that--almost automatically Alice’s lips came about his bulbous head.  He couldn’t believe it.  He couldn’t fucking believe it.  His cock was worked further and further into her mouth.
	‘You have never had your cock sucked before?’
	“No sir.”
	‘You like it?’
	“Yes sir!”
	‘You like to get fucked in the ass?’
	For a moment Austin getting his blowjob was put aside as the images of him home alone stuffing his asshole with spent bottles of beer (the ones with the long necks) as well as broom sticks.
	He shrugged and didn’t answer--to himself or otherwise.
	Alice Volich continued sucking.

	Alice made a slight face indicating displeasure in the foul taste of spunk that filled her mouth.
	‘Do you cum?  On a regular basis?’
	Austin was embarrassed, he wasn’t sure what “cum” meant.
	‘It’s what you just did into Alice’s mouth.  It’s called cum.’
	Austin was stunned.  He had heard the terminology before but had never really made the connection.  He had left “messes” of cum in his bed, underwear, and hand.
	The boy rubbed his prong onto Alice’s face.  He liked it.  It was weird, strange, and so much more.  He rubbed and rubbed and his cock that had begun to soften restrengthened instead.
	‘Help lay her down.’ the Voice said.
	Austin was cool with that.	
	Just touching the girl was something.  Holding her hand was one thing, pumping off into her mouth was something else again.  And then there was the guiding her down onto the ground, opening her legs…
	A moment was needed just to look at the girl in her new position.
	Meanwhile, Brock and Heather removed the rest of their clothes and sat down.  The day got less hotter, “other” voices could be heard, no one but the Voice paid them much attention.  The red tailed hawk Heather was interested in soared o’er head in small lazy circles, finally drifting off to the top of the area of Gold Mountain.
	Austin Lemore pumped slowly into the girl beneath, schooled on the procedure of keeping his body up off the girl so as not to smoother or crush her.  The sensation of penetrating the girl’s pussy was beyond words.  His eyes were closed during most of the action, it WAS way better than fucking his bed.

	No words.  No words were there to describe the incredible sensation of fucking a girl, having sex.  No wonder the adults kept it to themselves!  And little wonder why there were sexual deviants ruling the land with their mind altering devices.
	Austin had always thought that if he had had some sort of mind controlling device, he’s become the world’s greatest spy.  Maybe the world’s greatest bank robber, or do-gooder, or something like that.  Sexual deviancy never really entered his mind.
	“Is-is she gonna know I did her?”
	‘Only if you want her to.’
	Austin didn’t know.  Up at the top of the hill she was right about to get naked for him.  She had sorta schooled him on how to jerk off correctly, she wasn’t too bashful about it, either.  
	Austin fucked Alice until he was contented.  It was a suddenness in his “contentment”, too.  It came quickly and startled him.  He casually wondered if ever anyone could fuck so hard that their dick would come off during the act?
	When he was fairly well drained in the girl he pulled out.  And another unique sensation there was when the crown of his cock was tantalized on the withdraw from the slopping wet pussy.
	‘Do you want to know if she has sex with her older brother?’
	Austin didn’t know, it was kinda curious.  She was seeing him jerk off, he was letting her see him jerk off.  They were brother and sister--that in itself almost cinched; it was near commonplace for brothers and sisters to have sex while growing up.
	‘Would you like to fucked in the ass?’
	Austin’s thoughts on Alice was quickly and abruptly interrupted.
	His first response was No.  Not just No, but HELL no.
	But then…
	“Maybe.” he said with a shrug.  “Just to know what it’s like.” and he was curious.  
	‘Would you like to fuck your friend Brock?’
	“Brock?” Austin looked to over where Brock sat.   There was a mild curiosity.  Austin found himself beside himself, again.  What would it be like to stuff a Dude’s hole?  Couldn’t be much of a diff in that of doinking a girl in the butt.
	‘Would you like Brock to stuff you, in the ass and mouth?’
	Austin couldn’t believe it.  He wasn’t alarmed, just curious.  Damn curious. 
	“Well, w-would HE know about it?  I-I mean, like what you’ve done with Alice--n-not letting her know about me doing her and such.”
	“Only if you want it to be known.”
	Austin then looked to Heather.
	“And her, too?”
	‘And her, too?’
	“Cool beans!”
	Austin was a go.

What’s A Little Harmless Sex Among Friends--Part II

	“Y-you sure he’s not gonna know?”
	‘Absolutely.’
	Timidly Austin worked Brock’s partially erect schlong.
	Just thinking about touching another Dude’s member was weird.  And at school, at the gym, in the shower, at the aquatics center in town--all those naked bodies.  There was a strange strong desire to “reach out and “touch” someone.”  He resisted but it always left him strange and sometimes with a boner.
	He DID want to know what it would be like to pump in the ass, and for him to pump some Dude.  But first--there was the little matter of “tasting”, first.  There was a little nervousness about it, Heather-Alice, and the unknown Voice were present.
	Gulping and swallowing (a lump) Austin licked the head of his friend’s cock.  There were no words to describe THAT sensation, either.  But, if he HAD to put a word to it--slick.  It tasted like string cheese!  It was warm and had a strange “odor” about it.  He went down on it.
	Closing his eyes he engulfed the prick meat and sucked it.
	Brock’s cock grew inside Austin’s mouth.  He sucked and sucked, fondled/cupped the teen’s balls and sucked and sucked and sucked.  He did like it.  He did.
	The “stuff” that shot out and filled his mouth, splashed against the back of his throat nearly choked him; he wasn’t too keen on the taste of splooge.  
	Brock’s penis quickly began to die down, to soften.  Austin sat back spitting out the goo.  He found that his cock was screaming hard.
	‘Want to fuck him in the ass?’
	“Yeah, I-I guess so.”
	Brock “assumed” the position, on his hands and knees.
	‘Spread his cheeks.’ cooed the Voice.
	Kinda nervously Austin pulled the friend’s cheeks open.  And there was the hole.  It was clean.  It was a hole, a tight hole.
	‘Would you like to KISS it?’
	Austin nearly choked again.  He shook his head, “No, I-I don’t think so.” the thought what came OUT of that tight hole was more unappealing that what came out of a Dude’s cock.
	‘Well, put your dick up to him, put it in, and fuck.’
	Austin did so, slowly.  He found Brock’s backdoor was kinda tight.  Really tight.  With dire determination, though, penetration was inevitable.  His mind blanked out.  He saw that he was entering Brock, butt fucking him.  What would Brock think about it?  They had joshed one another about such deeds and chastised others they KNEW where homos.  He figured Brock to be pretty serious about his sexuality.  Austin didn’t consider himself “gay”, just horny.
	His balls slapped against Brock.  Inasmuch as the sensation of fucking was intense while screwing Alice, it was ten times as intense with the boning of Brock!  Austin gripped Brock’s hips tightly and began slamming harder and harder into the backdoor.  It was incredible, unbelievable, indescribable.
	That sensation of “cumming” came again--and again--and again some more.  It was terrific!  He squirted DEEP into Brock’s asshole, he fucked like a mad rabbit or an ultra horny dog.  He didn’t want the sensation to stop.
	It slowly did, though, dying off to the point whereas it was okay to pull out.  He didn’t receive the same unique sensation when he had pulled out of Alice’s cunt, though.
	Sitting back, Austin watched his ooze ooze out of Brock’s rectum.
	He stared at Brock’s back end; his sweaty ass, dangling ball sac, hard cum dripping cock.  He found strange feelings inside him, he WAS sorta kinda attracted (al la sexually speaking).  It annoyed him.  He was NOT gay.  Was he?  He liked girls.  Really liked girls.  So what if he wanted to slurp on some tubesteak, or take a pocket rocket up his own ass.  So what!
	Heather.
	Heather Gains.  She was thirteen, almost fourteen.  She was well developed.  She looked GREAT in a swimsuit.  She looked great in a dress, shorts, jeans…
	She had done some modeling for a teen magazine, but it wasn’t her personal life’s pursuit.  A naturalist, doing the cause for nature was her thing.  She was beyond cute.  Austin stared at her titties.  He liked them.  A lot.  They were nice.  Damn nice.  Almost ski-slope-like, but roundish and hanging down just a tad.  
	‘You want her to suck you off?’
	Austin shrugged.  He wasn’t sure.  He just wanted to marvel at her.  He never in his life thought he’d get to see her naked.  He stood real close to her, his cock dangling down, dripping cum.  His balls were swelling and tingling.  A blowjob, from Heather, absolutely!
	He squatted before her, first.  Her face was truly magical.  Her eyes, her lips, that perfect nose.  She was dainty but in a subtle way.  A marvel, a true magical marvel.  And she was naked!

	Coping a feel-job from her titties was nice.  His hands, too, went up and down her body.  He stared between her legs--he wanted to see her pee.  He wanted to see her getting dicked.
	“Hey, uhm, Sir, d-do you know if she and Brock here have done it?”
	‘Yes.’
	“Yes what?”
	‘They have done it.’
	Dang.  he knew it.  He had an image form in his head--seeing Brock on top of Heather, driving his dick into her pussy.  He’d like to see that.
	‘I can make that happen.’ interrupted the invading Voice.
	“Wh-what-what-what!?” stammered a startled Austin.
	‘I saw your thought, it was very prominent.  You want to see Brock stuffing Heather.  I can make that happen.  I can make ANYTHING happen.’
	‘I bet you can!’ said Austin to himself.  (or so he thought)
	‘I heard that!’
	Austin gulped.
	The red tailed hawk was suddenly in the area again, circling overhead and squawking.  Other voices were suddenly heard, someone calling out names:  Austin!  Alice!  Brock!  Heather!  Several voices there were, a ways down--at where the gang’s bikes were supposed to be.
	“SHIT!” bitched out the naked sweating cum dripping Austin, “Our folks!”
	‘Hmmmm, don’t fret.  Let me handle it.’

Indulgence
	Several adults, some pissed off, came into the area.  Some split at the crossroads while others followed the creek.  Some were concerned for the welfare of the “missing” foursome.  Some were just pissed.
	They never knew what hit them.

	Austin sat patiently, he had dressed himself despite being told by the Voice that he didn’t need to.  He had waited about five minutes before scurrying into his clothes.  The others remained nude.
	‘I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I’ll be back.’  famous last words.
	Austin had shrugged and then sat quietly on a stump.
	After dressing, he felt a little better.  He listened to the wind, watched the woods, sat absolutely still.  It was still hot, but as “damn hot” as it had been.  He waited.  
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	He farted and then had the urge/need to pee.
	While pissing on a shrub he looked sideways to Alice.  He wanted to pee on her.  He wanted her to sit on his face and PEE on him--he wanted to see her pee pissing out of her pussy!
	He wasn’t interested in, though, in seeing her poop.  That was gross.
	After peeing and thinking of Alice on his face--he had a boner.  Cool!  Turning about he faced her and waited.  The Voice had said that the group was “sustained” and were still under control.  He waggled his cock before Alice.  If she should freak out, any of them, he would simply go along with the idea that HE had been under someone’s mind controlling efforts.
	Alice didn’t bat an eye.
	Gently he caressed her face, ran his fingers thru her hair, farted, and waggled his dick before her.  
	Using extreme caution, Austin Lemore proceeded with stuffing Alice’s mouth (again.)  She was getting boned by her brother.  That was a natural, a given.  He’d like to see it happening, though.  Was she willing or just sorta?  Did she suck him off, too?  Did their parents know?
	Every inch of his prick went into the girl’s mouth.  He wished Brock and Heather would have stayed away a little longer up on the hilltop, he was sure Alice would have willingly given herself to him and it would have been grander than the Voice and his magical doings.
	Something snapped out in the woods.
	Austin nearly zipped his dick again whirling around and trying to focus in on where the sound had come from.  All was quiet and still.  Nothing stirred, nothing moved.  There was a pending urge to take a dump, but he squeezed his backdoor and waited.
	Heather’s panties were still in his hand, he had used them (on the Voice’s urging) to wipe clean his dick before stuffing it into Heather’s mouth after he had pulled it fresh from Brock’s hole.
	He held the girl’s panties and scooped up Alice’s, too.  Both he then stuffed into his own underwear, the softness of the undies consoled his aching dick.
	No sounds.  Nothing.  He waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  When nothing more seemed to occur, he waited a little bit more than slowly strolled over to the mindless Heather.
	Up against her face he pressed his dick.  With his pants and undies sliding back down, he took her hand and made her rub his ass.  He liked that.  A lot.  
	He took her hand, having her work his organ, fondle his balls, the whole bit.  His cock became more and more hard and his desire to doink her even harder.  He thought of simply jacking off onto her face, to see his cum dripping down her face cheeks and shoulders and tits.
	Into her mouth he stuffed himself, then pulling out and pressing her soft butt cheeks to her face.  What would it be like to have her KISS my asshole!?  he wondered.	
	He was about to position Heather, to lay her down on the ground on her clothes when another noise in the woods distracted him.  He stood very-very still and waited near breathlessly.  He thought he saw a wavering, or a shimmering of some kind.  He couldn’t make it out, it was seriously camouflaged against the backdrop of the woods.
	He did notice that the voices he heard earlier calling for the group had been silenced.  It kinda worried him, what had the Voice done to them?
	Suddenly,
	‘It is I, you can relax, I have returned.’

	‘You may continue with what you were doing.’
	Austin was all for that, but a little unfocused.
	“M-my folks, Heather and Brock’s and--”
	‘They are fine.  They are well.’
	Although Austin was relieved to hear that, he wanted to see it for himself.  Not that he didn’t trust the Voice, it wasn’t that.  Well, maybe it was.  The sudden image of those poor bastards massacred by the crazed Itchee Indian filled his mind.  Two national forest rangers and a small family out camping in the wilderness.
	‘Place Heather on the ground.’ came the Voice.  It seemed stronger and almost forceful.  A strange feeling came over Austin, one like it wasn’t himself responding to the command.  He saw himself following thru, gently easing Heather onto her clothes, straightening her legs an’ all.  But--but it was like it WASN’T him.
	There was no explaining it.  The feeling soon passed as the desire to stuff Heather’s pussy fulfilled him.

	Heather’s pussy.  Though it was not tight or snug fitting, it was wondrous and Austin enjoyed every bit of it.  He pumped slow--he pumped fast.  His mind blanked most of the time, he struggled to find words to describe the incredible sensations.  He stared down into the girl’s eyes, then to her jiggling titties.  Sex was great!
	Sex got better as the pivotal moment came to be.  His whole body went thru a strange metamorphosis.  His toes began to curl and tingle.  His hair, too.  His body arched and there was an amazing sensation seething thru his cock.  He was no longer in control of himself--Sex was.
	It felt like he was having one of those real good pees.  He could feel “pee” screaming through his dick and showering the inside of Heather’s twat.  He pumped madly until the apex of his act had been reached.  Then there was plummeting that came rather slowly.
	He lay his nude sweating body onto the nude sweating girl--his cock embedded still within her--still jutting juices.  The boy cussed lowly to himself.  He finally raised up off the girl, his cock popping out of her cunny.  Again, with the freeing of the super sensitive crown from the wondrous pussy again sent him reeling with a little more cum shooting out of his piss slit.
	‘I take it you liked it.’
	Austin was kinda speechless.
	‘There’s more you can do.’
	Austin rolled a shoulder.  Looking down to the naked sweating mindless Heather, he guessed he could boff her in the ass--like he had done to Brock (and he still couldn’t believe he had!)
	 
*

	As motocross was more of a MAN kinda thing, there weren’t a lot of females interested.  A few.  Most of the ‘few’ were supporters and not participants.  The “camping’ experience juxtaposed with motocrossing in the wilderness helped garner more family members of the female type.  Heather’s mom was one such.  Austin’s mother (step-) was there, too.  Two younger girls who were family friends of Brock’s family.  And so on.
	Austin was NOT interested in any way at his step-mother.  He hated her in facts and the two did NOT get along.  She wasn’t too bad looking, though.  The pair of young family tag-alongs were cute--a mild interest there was for Austin.  
	The biggest interest, though--was Heather’s mom.
	Many times did he flog-the-dog thinking of the woman laying out naked before him.  He was a little perv!  Did he have the same naughty thoughts for the little girls--Katey and Amanda?  They were merely seven and eight respectively.
	Yes.  Yes he did.  Digging a little deeper into the boy’s pervy mind, he sometimes tried his hand (finger) at surreptitiously fingering the girls, just a little.  It was pure sex, nothing more--a desire to rub his penis against their bare skin--pussy, ass, mouth, chest, whatever--he didn’t care.  
	Austin was ashamed.  The thoughts of such deeds filled him as he knew that the Voice knew.  Those narly naughty desires he wished to keep to himself.
	‘Would it help you to know that she (Heather’s mother) wants you, too?’
	“What!?” Austin nearly shouted out.
	‘Yes, she does.  But as an adult, a woman, a pillar of the community in good standing, invoking such delights is a no-no and she keeps those naughty things to herself.’
	Austin had to take that in.  Heather’s mom wanted him!
	“For reals?”
	‘Yes, for reals.’ it was a lie, but what the hell…
	It DID help Austin, though.  His shagged out aching cock became as stiff as ever.  He looked upon the woman with a new look.  “Will she know I’m doing her?”
	‘Not unless you want her to.’
	Austin didn’t know.  He was confused.  Confused and horny.  Not always a good combination.  With the woman laying down, naked--Austin mounted her and glided in his erection.

	Midway thru the deed of boning Heather’s mom, Austin felt a hand on his ass.  He wasn’t frightened or startled, just a little concerned.  Turning his head and still pumping, he saw a man.  There was a “glow” about the form of the man; he was tall, dark haired, and naked.
	‘Do not be alarmed.’ spoke the Voice.  
	Austin wasn’t, just concerned.  He continued pumping into Janice Gains, trying to concentrate on cumming.  The Voice-man caressed Austin’s ass, squeezing cheeks and diddling his hole.  As Austin stepped up the pace of pumping into Janice, the Voice-man clutched his balls and squeezed them.
	It wasn’t painful, just a little strange.
	Austin soon began to cum.  It wasn’t as glorious as boning Janice’s daughter or Alice, but it was okay.  Her pussy wasn’t too snug, but it was okay.  There was concern about the Voice-man, what was he ultimately going to do?

Finishing Touches

Zug-Zug
	For reals, Austin lowered Katey’s shorts.  Typical kiddie shorts, thin cotton with jillions of flowers and butterflies all over them.  Purple panties.  Inasmuch as he had been in amazement at seeing Alice’s poon, he was doubly so at seeing little seven year old Katey’s smooth cunt.
	With the girl’s clothes down at her ankles, Austin stared.  His drooling cock ached even more so than it had previously.  He couldn’t believe he was being able to get away with so much.  His hands came onto the girl’s bare ass.  He nearly melted.
	Katey was cute.  Long strawberry blond hair, a short chin, small nose, missing a couple teeth on each side of her front teeth.  He leaned up closer to her, taking one of her hands to his Stiffy…
	From there it was just a matter of time.
	Good hand jobbing.  He couldn’t explain it, even if he wanted to--what the deal was in regards to his desire.  Power?  No.  Sex?  Sorta.  It was--it was unexplainable.  Just to be naked with the girl, to have her naked; to place his hands on her bare body, to see her naked, to see her naked pussy.  He guessed then it was all about being a pervert.
	After a bit of having her masturbate him, his hands squeezing her ass and diddling her asshole, he gently laid the girl down.  After removing her shorts and panties, he parted her legs and stared at her for a long moment.
	‘Go down on her,’ cooed the Voice, ‘lick out her pussy.’
	Austin knew he wanted to, but there was a nagging hesitation.
	Slowly, he lowered himself onto the girl, resting his cock onto the girl’s poon.  Slowly he rubbed, up and down.  Katey stared up to him, mouth open, eyes wide and non-blinking.  He knew that he had always wanted to do such a thing, but then again…
	
	So caught up was he in his wicked thoughts of confusion, to like or not like--he failed to realize that he had cum.  But he had.  The orgasmic feeling filled him, swelled within him.  It wasn’t a big orgasm or a big “mess”, but a small amount of goo was spilled onto the girl’s poon.
	He hadn’t entered her.  Just a lot of humping on the poon.
	‘Wouldn’t you rather fuck than hump?’ queried the Voice.
	Austin didn’t answer, just with a shoulder shrug.
	‘Would you like to try the other one?’
	Again, no verbal expression, just a shrug of indifference.	
	‘I’d like for you to.’ there was a brief pause, then, ’Take her pants and underwear down, please.’
	Austin paused a moment, sighed and then complied.  Amanda was a year older, but still, Austin had minor qualms about “doing” her.  He did, though, enjoy lowering her pants and panties.  Her poon was just as undeveloped as was Katey’s.  
	On his own without prompt from the Voice-man, Austin fingered the girl.  His hands cupped her ass and squeezed the flesh; then there was the dragging a finger up and down the girl’s slit.  The more he “dragged” the more his dick got harder and harder and harder…
	Could he be so callus as to do what he desired?  
	Yep.
	His hands mostly explored the young girl; then, laying her down he pressed/rubbed his hard schlong all over her ultimately resting it against her equally lovely naked bald poon.  He humped.  He grinded and felt the desires to actually “enter” her seethe to the point of he was actually stuffing the head of his cock into her.
	The screech of the red tailed hawk stopped him.  Distracted him rather.  He saw the bird not too high up in a nearby pine.  It scooted along a narrow branch, fluttered its wings, shot a big mass of bird poo and shuttled back towards the trunk of the tree.
	Austin sat up.  Though Amanda was really a nice looking girl, all naked and all; the desire to shag her ebbed away.
	“Sorry, dude--I-I can’t.”
	‘No worries.’
	“Are-are you gonna make me?”
	‘The thought crossed my mind, it would make it easier--for me as well as you.’
	Silence.
	‘However, I have another solution.’

Happy Daze

Meanwhile, back at the raunch
	The Aquatics Center was nice, real nice.  Lots of prospects there.  The pizzeria--lots of prospects there.  The arcade, the mini mall, the wanna-be city mall, two parks, and the only other hangout popularized by teens--Al’s.
	Al’s was a big drive-in, popularizing on the 1950s theme.  Practically everyone in the desert town came to Al’s.  Al was a nice man, Chinese American, not into martial arts, just popular hungry money spending teens.  All the kids liked him, he liked them--’specially their money.
	Skyler and Jake were teens.  They blended in nicely and…

	After three chocolate malts, Skyler upped to the bathroom.  No one else was within and after making room for more malt, he rendered himself “invisible.”  seemed the thing to do.  Afterwards, he scooted out and across the small hall to the Girls restroom.
	One girl was inside, on the toilet pissing and farting up a storm.
	A nice girl, midlevel teen.  Skyler had always wanted to see girls being like boys, he knew that EVERYONE farted peed, and pooped.  Kings and Queens, Admirals, and movie stars--all did the same thing in the shitter.
	After the teenie bopper did her thing, she fussed with her air, farted once more, then left.  (leaving Skyler with a tremendous boner.)  He knew he had to come up with yet another Contraption, a third one--one that combined both elements from C-I and C-II.  He knew it would be a vast undertaking--the units required massive amounts of power and expelled a lot of heat.  The side effects, too, were a bitch.
	But, being invisible was cool an’ all, but he wanted Mind Control, too; the ability to manipulate a mind of a subject--or two--or three.  One or the other wasn’t cool.  Well, it WAS cool, just that he wanted them both.
	Anyways, while reading some very crude jokes on the bathroom wall, a pre-teen girl wandered in with another behind her.  They were friends.  The first one was a red haired girl, not overly pretty.  Lots of freckles adorned her face, her very round face.  Pretty blue eyes, though.  A small dainty nose.  Well dressed, suggesting one or both parents had good jobs.  She had small breasts that were “under development.”
	Her friend was TALL, thin, TIGHT jeans, TIGHT turquoise top.  Long blondish hair, long jaw line.  Overly nice and extremely horny.  Both were “drooling” over the myriad of boys in the outer room.
	“Gawd!” almost shrieked the tall skinny girl, “He is SOOOOOOO fucking cute!”
	“I know!  I know!” giggled the red head.  She immediately entered into a stall, her friend held the door open--watching as the pre-teen girl undone her short jean skirt and yanked it down--basic white panties, too.  Quickly the girl began friggin her snatch, a light-light covering of poon hair there was; Skyler smiled--she was a true red head.  And she didn’t appear to be a virgin, either!
	“You’ll never get him to bone you, though.” stated the tall one.
	“I might.”
	“Never.”
	“Yeah huh!”
	“How?”
	“I know something.”
	“What?”
	“He’s boning Ritchie’s girl.”
	The tall one nearly fainted.  “Oh my fucking Gawd!  No way!”
	“Way.”  the red head girl copped a squat on the toilet, spread her legs wide and “got after it.”  The tall girl eased into the cubicle, undoing her tight blouse--freeing her lovely ample breasts.  The girl on the toilet began massaging them and leaned up to begin sucking on the pert nipples.
	Joanie’s hands slipped up under her friend’s tight skirt, squeezing bare ass flesh, friend Jenny Piccalo didn’t have any panties on.  Joanie’s was on the sorta unclean bathroom floor, her mouth fully engulfing a titty.  Jenny held her friend’s head, coming down onto her lap.
	The bathroom door opened and Jenny raised her legs.
	Skyler could well enough see the value of mind manipulation…

*

	Later that same day…
	Joanie meandered about Al’s place, she was a very regular as was her older teen brother and his pals.  She was well liked by the owner and it was no problem for her to remain on the premises after the place shut-down for the night.
	Al’s usually stayed open to midnight and beyond, but the rash of misbehaving perverted citizens prompted the city council to invoke a curfew.  The curfew came at 10 PM.  The current time was 9:30.  The place was cleared out, the city cops were on the prowl and waiting for loitering teens.
	Joanie wasn’t alone.  Her brother, Ritchie, was supposed to have picked her up--but a quick phone call (from Joanie) nipped that.  She made some other excuse and it allowed Ritchie to go on with his date, Lori Beth.
	Ritchie’s best pal, Warren, was with Joanie.  Warren (aka Potsie) was helping Al, closing up, locking doors, and that sort.  Potsie had run up a bill, broke a couple of things, and wanted (needed) to make it up to the owner.
	Potsie was cool with Joanie, his best pal’s little sister.  He had known her most of his life.  He was cool with driving her home.  But first…
	Joanie hung by the juke box, Potsie wandered around double checking doors and cleaning up.  He had no date and had something on his mind (about Ritchie and HIS date, Lori Beth.)  
	“Put Your Head On My Shoulder” came on the jukebox.
	“Joanie!” cried out Potsie, “We don’t have time for that.”
	Joanie, though, paid him no mind.
	“Dance with me.” she told him as he came to possibly shut the unit off.  Potsie gave her the look of “Not in this lifetime!”  but Joanie was adamant and clung to the tall handsome hunk of a seventeen year old.
	Potsie didn’t dance but tried to fend her off--but not too hard.
	Joanie clung tighter to the hunk of her dreams.  (well, one of a few she knew)  
	“Ritchie and Lori Beth are out on a date.” Joanie said.
	“Yeah, I know.” said Potsie.  
	“I know what they are doing.”
	Potsie was taken aback at the comment.  He knew what his best pal and Lori Beth were doing, too; but he didn’t Joanie did!  She was just a kid!
	“I want to do it, too!” Joanie suddenly blurted.
	Potsie’s breath was taken.  Clean away.  Joanie light brushed the back of her hand to Potsie’s crotch, specifically his boner.  (he had been thinking of Lori Beth, all naked and all--and Ritchie pounding her.)
	“Joanie!” Potsie barked and pushed the girl away.
	Joanie looked hurt, she was cute--sorta.  But she was just a kid, just a kid!  “Joanie!” wailed Potsie, “You’re my best friend’s sister!” followed by, “I’ve known you--forever!”
	“So?” returned Joanie.
	Potsie was flabbergasted.
	Potsie shook his head.  There was no way.  There was just no freaking horny way he could fool around with his best bud’s baby sister.  Could there?  It was a fleeting thought, but no.  NO!  No, he couldn’t, he simply couldn’t/shouldn’t/wouldn’t.
	And that was that.
	Not quite.
	“I know about you and Lori Beth.”
	Ut oh.
	Potsie stared at the pipsqeak of a girl.	
	“W-what?”	
	Joanie smiled devilishly so and looked up to the seventeen year old hunk.  He was athletic, all sports pro, could sing AND act in school plays and functions.  And he was a hunk.
	“Yep,” declared the horny pre-teen, “I saw you and Lori Beth at the park, in Ritchie’s room, too!”
	Potsie looked pale and about to faint.  He closed his eyes slowly, he was busted.  Big time.
	“So-so w-what do you want?” he needed clarity.
	Joanie smiled, she had a wondrous smile, that was a plus for her.
	“Well,” she drawled twisting her young body, she didn’t; say verbally but let her body actions convey her desire.
	Again, Potsie was a no-go.
	“I’ll tell.” Joanie said.  And she would, too; she was a little tattletale from way back.  Potsie had to think it over--it’d surely ruin everything; his friendship with Ritchie would be over, the relationship between Ritchie and Lori Beth would be strained and probably over.
	Damn.
	“Where?” he asked off the cuff.
	“No one’s here.” Joanie said with a smile.  She moved to one of the booths, undoing some clothing.  Potsie remained where he was, it was too much for him.  It was his best pal’s sister, a girl under fourteen to boot.  There was just no way--no way.
	Was there?
	Well, was there?
**

	Joanie’s clothes lay scattered on the clean swept fifties styled floor.  Her lover, Potsie, had his clothes mingled with hers.  They were both naked.  Joanie sat perched on the laminated table, legs open, hands tightly gripping the edge of the table hanging on for dear life--as Warren the Potsie pumped into her twelve year old cunt.
	Potsie said nothing.  Joanie said nothing.  What was there to say?  Joanie bit her lower lip, eyes closed tight and reeled in the hunkster’s lovely hunky cock humping her puss.  
	She had (earlier) eased off her clothing, one piece at a time.  She did so mostly with her back to the handsome fuck, when she was at her panties and bra she stood still and waited.  Potsie COULD still back out.  Joanie WOULDN’T (wasn’t) going to rat him and Lori Beth out, she’d hold that as a trump card and try later--if Potsie didn’t sink his bone into her.
	But then Joanie began lowering her panties and ditching her bra.
	There was a subtle “moan” from Warren-the-Potsie Webber.  His cock had been fished out.  It was stiff and hard and “ready.”  twelve years old or not, he was going to fuck.
	He came up behind the nude girl, hands going up and down her sides, cupping her small but budding breasts, then working down to her slightly furry poon and giving that a finger or two, too.
	His naked cock pressed hard against her backside.  Joanie reached around and found it, stroked it, then positioned it down between her ass cheeks.
	“Fuck me, Potsie, fuck me, please!”
	Potsie gulped--how could he refuse?