August Moone
Book 10
Chapter 5
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Wouldst thou?
	I just wanna sex you up!
	‘would you—if you could?’
	Logan tried not to stare—but it was hard so hard to do.
	His mom.
	Typical boy—he adored her.  She was great.  College educated but chose to be a “mom.”  She loved being a mom; it was hectic and sometimes (lots of times) chaotic.  Then, she was a wife of a preacher!  Running a big family, a big house, and keeping up with appearances was a tough gig.
	And she happened to be a pretty darn good knock-out to boot!
	Currently and Logan saw his mother in the laundry room sorting some laundry out of the dryer.  She was bent over.  It was eleven-thirty in the PM type time and she was clad in…a nightgown.  A sheer powder blue thing that one viewing could see thru.
	Panties.  No bra.
	Logan ached.  His bone ached.
	Answer?
	“Y-yeah—yeah.” He would if he could boink his mother.  Oh yeah!
	‘step up to her.’ cooed the voice in his head.  ‘let her know you are there.’
	Logan paused; he had been in the kitchen raiding the fridge when he saw a light on in the laundry room.  Then he saw his mom bending over.
	Boing!
	Once—or twice and did Logan think of boning his mom whilst boning one of his sisters.  He knew, though, that she would never-ever-ever-never be like Jessica or Karsyn, or Mackenzie.  Never-ever.  She was a mom, a Christian, a woman; she never cursed in earshot of her children or hardly anyone else.  She never farted in the presence of her children.  She was a “good” godly good woman and would never stoop down—to suck.
	Would she?
	‘step up to her,’ the voice in his head said, ‘get up against her.’
	Logan paused; thoughts aplenty swam ridiculously thru his mind.  The things he wanted to do—to his mom.  Unthinkable!  Unbelievable!  Unimaginable!
	Well, he could imagine.
	Annette had just stood up from stooping over gathering laundry when Logan stepped up coming right up behind her—just inches from her butt.  The mom turned around and was startled.  She breathed a little hard; Logan was far taller than she by some inches so she had to look up to him.  The laundry room light was a low bulb wattage bathing the two in a low light.
	‘embrace him.’ said the voice in his head.  Him?  ah, Logan was hearing the “voice” suggesting action directed to his mom.
	Annette “embraced” her son and Logan, on his own, embraced her.  A nice mother/son hug.  Hands roamed the other’s back; Logan, being kinda tall, was unable to “cop a feel”—but mom was “just right!”  Annette’s hand slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y slipped down to smooth over her eighteen year old son’s ass.  He was wearing gym shorts (with nothing underneath!) and a simple tee-shirt.  Logan’s cock was instantly hard and pressed HARD against his mom’s body.
	Ever-ever-ever so slowly—even slower than s-l-o-w-l-y did Logan slid his shorts down.  The embrace was maintained; Annette slid her hand just as slowly caressing her son’s soft smooth bare ass.  Logan’s cock was so hard he could hunt with it!
	Again, ever-ever so slowly—Annette slid down to her knees.  There and she was even with her son’s schlong.  It was there.  His shorts she had taken down with her so his cock was there—it was right there!  Logan held his bone at the base and his mom—his MOM put her fingers about his prong rubbing the dong all over her face!  She did!  And then hungrily she took it into her mouth.  OH!
	Sensuous might not be the right word in this instance.  Annettee “lovingly” took her son’s cock; little foreplay, a lot of tongue action.  Logan (and Erick) had no idea the woman was so talented!  Avidly she devoured the boy’s dong being ever the temptress with her seductive prowess.  And all Logan could do was stand there with his hands going thru his mom’s hair!
	With his cock filling her mouth the woman still managed to roll her tongue about the sensitive crown AND diddle the piss slit!  She squeezed his prick at the base and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	And then there was the spurt.
	And once one spurt spurted there was more.
	And Annette didn’t seem to care.
	A gusher of cum exploded from Logan’s bone; the flow causing his eyes to roll back in his head.  It was just as good—cumming—as if he were in pussy!  All three of his sisters had sucked him but none—none were as talented as his mom!
	Once all the spunk had been drained from his pud the cocksucking mom smacked her lips and looked up to her stunned son.  Nothing was said.  What was there to say?  “Hey!  Nice job, mom!”
	Annette stood up (and as she did so she slid off her panties!)
	Logan slid off her sheer nightgown and then his own tee-shirt.
	They were nude.
	The last time she had toyed with his dick he had been a wee lad of six or so being given a bath.  The last time he had sucked her titty he had been wee lad of 1yr or so.  Logan slipped to his knees; his hands went around her body fully caressing her ass.  Annette caressed his face and then ran her fingers thru his hair.  Logan latched onto her mommy titties (one at a time) and had himself a suck!
	Down onto the floor toppling the laundry basket the two lovers embraced in sheer unadulterated naughtiness.  Logan enthusiastically noshed on his mom’s twat.  It was neatly trimmed and the boy’s tongue danced all over the poon tantalizing the woman who had given him life eighteen years prior.
	She fucked his face.  So much had Logan delighted the woman that she bashed her womanhood against his face.  And Logan liked it!  Using his whole mouth he engulfed his mom’s pussy driving his tongue into the recess.  Annette rolled, twisted, arched her back, clutched up handfuls of clothing and knew what it meant to be a woman.
	With his face thoroughly wet with his mother’s essence, the naughty cunt eating grinning boy moved up.  His magnificent cum squirter glided against her pussy and just rested there.  There was heat; mother and son stared into the other’s eyes.  There was love there; passion and lust, too.  Logan raised his hips up and slowly guided into the cunt that had bore him.  Annette made a moan, arched her back, then clung to her son as his cock settled into her.
	Though he wanted to take his time and make their first illicit fucking a memorable one—he couldn’t.  One-two-three…five-six-seven…ten—twelve—fifteen pumps and the fuck was on.  Logan sped up and drove his dick fully into his mother grinding all about seeing the fire in her eyes.  Their bodies melded and the plastic laundry basket was crushed against the wall.

*

Near the end
	Morals?  Never heard of him.
	Personally, as a parent, he would never-ever let one of his girls go out of the house in such short-shorts.  No way—no how.  The girl with the super soft long curly honey brown hair had very inappropriate shorts on.  Jean type and they might as well been her underwear!  She was twelve and had on a low bare shoulder funky mixed blue top; blue eyes, tan-tan arms and legs, simple street shoes of neon blue and powder blue ankle socks.  A nice girl, she had a nice smile about her, and preoccupied with her electronic device she couldn’t keep her pretty eyes off.
	Stephanie had two companions accompanying her as she tread down the city street; Amber and Cyndy.  Amber was eleven, as was Cyndy.  Amber wore funky blue wide legged gym shorts with bright neon blue/green trim.  Blue sneakers w/ankle socks.  Her shirt was a long print tee-shirt; she wore glasses and her auburn hair hung way-way down her body.  Like Stephanie, she was very occupied with her electronic gadget.
	So was Amber; straight semi-styled strawberry blond hair that hung to the middle of her perky little body.  Knee length britches and kinda tight, too.  Black street shoes—no socks!  Amber was the shortest of the three, but at eleven she had the best beginner’s breasts!
	Erick had no hesitation when he sighted in on the trio.  
	‘just this one time,’ he said to himself, ‘then I’m done.’  Hmmm
	He marveled and then some at the power of the Crystal EMAD.  It was mind control.  He was aware of EMADs and science fictiony movies about mind control and people proclaiming they were mystics with mysterious psychic abilities.  But the Crystal imbedded in his chest trumped them all.
	His family was proof of that.  One by one he had manipulated their minds into submitting to incestuous relationships.  It was one thing for the kids to get involved with one another but far-far more for their mother to be involved, too!  Recently and Erick had coaxed Karsyn to lick out Jessica’s pussy AFTER brother Logan had fuck-fuck-fucked it.
	Back to the trio…
	Unlike an EMAD where there were indicators on the module showing whether or not a mind link connection had been made, Erick relied on sight-on; whereas he sent forth to the Subject a “suggestion” and if that Subject followed thru…then viola!
	‘turn left.’
	‘go straight.’
	‘cross the street—wait—wait—go!’
	Down Dumsum St., right down Wheelze Ave., then…
	‘get in.’
	“Are you serious?” his wife had asked of him concerning the not-so grand van.  His kids had shaken their heads.  The van was a large cumbersome American domestic and bad need of TLC—of which Erick had professed he would do.
	“It’s a project car—er, van!” he smiled.  “For going on long trips and vacations.”
	The kids were horrified.  Annette thought perhaps he needed to get laid more.
	“It makes you look like a pervert!” quipped Karsyn.
	OH!
	The van did indeed need TLC.  A lot of TLC.   Paint, carpeting, insulation, a/c, more paint, shocks, lights, interior lights, more paint, belts, a serious lube job, and the list was never finished.  It was road ready—but not vacation ready.
	Once the trio was inside, though, and the a/c on full blast, the off-blue late model full sized heavy duty van eased out of the city and out into the neighboring countryside.  There, diverting off the two-lane and into the woods via a long narrow hunter’s dirt road Erick came to engage in serious perversion.
	It was one thing to mess with his own family—quite another to mess with others.  But he couldn’t help it.  He was driven by an unknown force, the Dark Side!  There was something he had to do to “get it out of his system” so to speak.  He felt that if he did this one time to the likes like Stephanie, Amber, and Cyndy then—then that would be it.
	Maybe.
	Standing Stephanie up and Erick let out a deep sigh.  Was he really going to commit such a heinous atrocity?  She was an innocent girl; true, she shouldn’t have been so distracted and shouldn’t have been out on the city’s streets wearing such short shorts.  But it was what it was.  Erick tugged down those short shorts.  Yellow panties greeted him and his cock surged.
	Off came her shoes, socks, shorts, panties, and then her top.  She had a halter on under that top and small petite breasts.  Lovely simply fucking lovely hair!  She smelled nice, too!  Erick was enthused ten-fold.  Laying the girl down on the crappy newly installed shag brown thick carpeting he spread her legs and eyed her very-very virgin cunny.
	In the back of the van the only furnishing was a pull-out sofa; it blocked the back doors.  There was sufficient air flow with the sunroof open and out in the country the air was not as stifling as it was in the city.  A security sweep revealed that there was no one about.
	Down to business.
	Tongue to poon.  A few hairs there were on the girl’s cunny.  Erick licked happily working his fingers into the slit then slipping a finger daringly into her funk hole.  There was awareness from the girl but nothing out of control.  After much licking, slurping, devouring, Erick once more sat back to take a gander at the girl.  Then he slipped off his clothes…

	Long had he wanted to fuck Jessica, and then when Karsyn came along (and upon learning that the third child his wife was having was indeed going to be a girl he thought of only one name—Karsyn) he wanted to be naughty with her big time.  Somehow he managed to keep himself from traipsing over that morality line.

	But, slyly, when bathing Jessica and Karsyn, and then later on even Mackenzie, he fingered them.  When dressing them, when cuddling them, and when spanking them—he slyly fingered them.  Then, when they were sick and virtually unconscious with cold medicines he did so infacto do the unthinkable.
	With Jessica more than once but less than a dozen times he got her naked and did more than finger her pussy on the sly.  With Annette sound to sleep in her bed, Erick glided his cock against Jessica’s poon—and there he did ejaculate, too!
	With Karsyn it was his dick not only against her sweet face but IN her mouth, too!  Oh!  He tea bagged her, also.  His balls right across her face as she slept in a drug induced haze.  She was nigh but five years old!  OH!
	The desire to FUCK his girls was high.  Somehow, somehow he managed to keep himself from that diabolical act.  But the desire was there—always there.  When the plague of EMADs came to wreck the world…
	Many nights did he linger with thoughts of what if…
	Of course, there was no way—no way that he would ever be able to have possession of such a device.  On the black market an EMAD module went for as little as ten thousand dollars!  (US!)  They also went for as much as one hundred grand!
	The girls had grown up and gotten a little modest—save for Mackenzie.  Occasionally he saw Jessica in her underwear as she went to and fro from bedroom to bathroom and back.  And there were those times that she knew her dad saw her and it was no big deal; she shrugged it off, smiled, blushed, and that was that.
	Karsyn—the last time he saw her naked?  About eight years old.  When she was ten he had seen her in her panties and she freaked out.  Mackenzie was the opposite and did not care if her daddy saw her in her skin.
	Laying his cock against the twelve year old Stephanie and he almost surged right then and there.  He was mesmerized by the girl—or by his actions.  How callous!  How incredulous!  He was a preacher!  He was a preacher and here he was—here he had committed a most heinous crime—kidnapping!  Kidnapping for the sole purpose of committing another heinous crime—sex!
	After all the shenanigans of coercing his family into sexual deviancy he himself got involved.  And it wasn’t Jessica or Karsyn who was first to occupy and satisfy his cock—but Mackenzie!  Late one night some nights back and he had fought with himself—church duties, husband and father and so on pestered him.  What he had coaxed his family into doing was extraordinary!  Hopefully the Romans were right and they HAD indeed created Christianity and therefore he wouldn’t have to be answering for his misdeeds before God and then of course, the Other Guy.
	Hopefully.

	Anyways, fraught with the pressures of being a preacher and a family man and a bit of hunger in his tummy he made his way downstairs to the kitchen.  For a time he contemplated trying to rid himself of the Crystal.  It was embedded in his chest and was a slight “bump.”  He had no idea if he could at all remove it and be free of it.  The ability to mind control was astounding!
	And frightening.
	The ability to control a person’s mind…astounding!
	Then, suddenly, he wasn’t alone in the kitchen.
	Mackenzie!  His youngest had also gotten a hungry tummy.  And she was clad in a simple tee-shirt “just enough” to conceal her butt.  His mind exploded with the images of late; of David and then Logan fucking her.  His cock immediately got hard.  Easily he could manipulate her mind into sucking him, getting naked, sitting on his lap, taking his cock into her sex.  Easily.
	But he held off being a scum for a little while longer.
	Mackenzie didn’t make it easy, though.  Her face!  Most always she was smiling, and even in the low light her eyes shined!  The happy girl chatted about church, church choir, kids choir, school, teachers, friends, frogs, butterflies—‘where do butterflies go when it rains?’ and shit like that.  This helped Erick curb his unnatural desires.
	Until the girl came to snuggle.
	While caressing his child, patting her on the back and such, he discovered something.  Mackenzie wasn’t wearing any panties!  The stove light sufficiently gave off some light, the microwave had a light bathing the kitchen area, too.  There was a nightlight on the baseboard and from the bar eatery a recessed light provided enough light for one not to collide with objects in the kitchen.
	Mackenzie cuddled against her father and her father—had wood.
	His hands roamed about her young eleven year old body finally coming to rest cupping her ass.  Her bare ass.  Mackenzie giggled and seemed to grind her sex against his.  She did!  Erick’s boner was pronounced now—very.  And that boner was right up against the naked poon of his daughter!
	“Honey, do you know what’s going on?”
	Mackenzie giggled and snuggled all the more and very muchly so grinding her poon against him.
	“Honey, we-we cant do this—we shouldn’t.”
	Mackenzie shrugged and whispered ‘yes we can!’
	Was it left over shit he had done to her mind?
	Erick caressed her bare ass and then—THEN Mackenzie straddled his lap pulling off her tee-shirt.  Her fingers went about his manhood and she was doing so ON HER OWN!  A bit of pre-cum soiled his pisser.  Mackenzie masturbated him then grinded her sex against him until…until his cock went in.
	The girl was good.  And despite her brothers “visiting” her her young cunny was still delightfully pleasing.  Erick no longer cared that she was eleven OR she was his child.  Standing up, with Mackenzie’s legs wrapped snuggly about his waist he took her to the kitchen table.  Mackenzie laid herself out on the table and grinned-grinned-grinned!  Erick looked down to where his cock was most the way in her sex.  He couldn’t believe it.  His cock surged and he felt the stirrings from his loins.
	Pull out?
	No way.
	He humped and humped with little regard to the dire circumstances should she become pregnant.  All that matter was to cum.  To fuck and cum—that was all that matter.  As the first spurts of his daddy love cream began to squirt ALL of his manly manhood had entered the girl.  The apex of the fuck had been reached and not even an axe wielding blood encrusted madman bursting thru the door would stop him.
	The wife, however…
	Just as Erick was getting his nut (off) Annette entered into the kitchen.  Their eyes met in a hard stare—then Erick noted that his wife was naked.  Naked!  Hmmm  what’s going on here?  Erick finished his fuck thrusting deeply into his young daughter’s twat.  He strained and finally could give no more.  Both hands on the table he panted, sweated, and felt his life draining away.  He stared down to his heaving child; she maintained her grinning the whole entire time!  Her young nipples were stiff and as Erick pulled out (finally!) a final spurt of his ball juice squirted up her body to her chin!
	Annette was speechless.  And naked!
	“What the …” she finally managed to blurt.  Crossing the room to the table she stared at her naked husband whose cock was still dripping cum and her naked daughter’s whose cunt was still leaking cum.
	Erick’s mind was frapped.  He couldn’t think straight for nothing.
	It was a good fuck.
	What happened next blew Erick’s mind; after a long minute—as dictated by the microwave clock—Annette eased to her knees.  She did!  She looked at her daughter’s cum soaked cunt and then to the reason for her daughter’s cum soaked cunt.  Slowly she moved in taking her husband’s cum dripping cock, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and began sucking.  Wow.
	Erick’s cock sizzled.  There was an ache there and he needed a little rest to recover.  But as soon as his wife began her oral task the ache diminished.  Annette sucked and sucked and sucked—and diddled-diddled-diddled her sex as she did so!  

	Then—THEN—you aint gonna believe this shit; when Erick’s cock was once more hard-hard-hard and seemingly about ready to spurt…she guided it BACK into Mackenzie’s pussy!  She did!  Oh! OH!
	Erick proceeded to once more fuck.
	Annette fingered herself, caressed Erick’s ass, and seemed to have some of weird-bizarre yearning in her eyes.  Erick for one never would have thunk it; not without coercion as he had done for her to take on Logan.
	Erick re-slid his cock back into his daughter’s willing cunt.  The youngster moaned and began fingering herself, too.  Erick slipped out (on purpose) and Annette was right there to suck his cock, his balls, and then—and THEN she licked/lapped her daughter’s cum strewn cunt!  SHE DID!
	Erick fucked the side of his wife’s face losing his fucking mind.
	What the hell!?
	He was dreaming.  Yeah, that was it.  That was the only explanation.
	The cum blast that exploded into Mackenzie’s pussy rocked him.  His toes curled and he felt his balls cinching up to his asshole.  A shudder, a near convulsion, and ahhhhh—there it was.  Orgasm.   And then immediately following a total drain.  It was beautiful—and draining.  Every fiber of his being WAS on fire.  He tingled!  It was incredible.
	Letting out his breath—and a pesky fart bubble, he stared down to his child.
	She was grinning (still).  Pulling out of her sex he felt a miniscule amount of shame.  Thankfully and it was just that—miniscule.  More spunk spurted thoroughly coating Mackenzie’s cunt.  Nothing was said.  Mackenzie sat up and they hugged.  There was no Annette on her knees—it had been a dream after all.  Or a fantasy.
	Erick vowed to fix that.

	Twelve year old Stephanie’s pussy would never be the same.  Erick was sure that he himself wouldn’t be the same either.  And the concern about the Crystal-EMAD concerned him even more.  How far would it take him?  The ability to overwhelm a person’s mind was wow.  He could be a bank robber!  He could go into a casino and walk out very well rich!  He could be a Super Hero!  Or a Super Villain!
	Resting his cock on the girl’s fucked pussy he lay on her but not so much as to crush her.  He didn’t adore her but he did admire her.  And he still marveled at how he was able to manipulate her mind!  That was awesome!

	After squeezing her young pre-teen breasts, caressing her ass, he moved on to the next girl of the trio, Amber.  His aching cock slid nicely up and down her slit; he leered at her, lusted, sneered, and wondered casually to himself “what have I become!?”
	Then he delved his cock into the eleven year old thinking only of his daughter, Mackenzie.  It was a struggle to maintain himself and achieve the ultimate goal—orgasm.  The young girl beneath made facial expressions indicating strong awareness.  She was sooo pretty!  Her breasts were small; he pawed them, mawed them, squeezed them.  Soon and he stepped up his progress driving his manhood faster and harder.
	The other girl laying beside them, clothed still, began to pee.  Erick had sat up to catch his breath—he hadn’t cum and needed a second breather and noted the girl, Cyndy, having a huge wet spot in her pants.  It kinda enthused Erick and revitalized he put it to Amber finishing up in a couple of more minutes.
	He had no idea if he had enough to finish—to do Cyndy and go from there.
	Starting with taking the girl’s clothes off he was enthused once more—‘specially when it came to sliding down her wet panties.  His cock smoldered.  Once undressed Erick sized up the child then—THEN went down on her neverminding her pissy pussy.  He licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked the girl causing her to twist and be more aware of her surroundings.  When Erick moved up resting his throbbing cock against her sex—the girl was “aware.”  She looked up to Erick and screamed.
	Erick smacked her face to settle her.  It worked—she was stunned at the abuse.  More was to come.  Sliding his smoldering schlong into the girl’s virgin sex and her potential second scream was interrupted.  Erick didn’t think he would be able to cum again—probably not for the rest of the day and possibly the next.  But he would try!
	Four minutes in and he had had it.  The girl’s virgin juice had smeared his cock and balls.  Using her panties he cleaned her and once more dealt with the remorse of being a monster.  It was short lived, however.  Returning to Stephanie he raised her legs pushing them back; then, monstrously probed her equally virgin shitter shoving one finger in—then two!
	Stimulated, Erick the Vile began entering the girl’s poop chute with his bigger finger.  The girl’s mouth opened and she was in shock.  Erick’s mighty manhood made slow progress; pulling out to gather himself he probed Stephanie’s shit box trying to loosen it.  He realized that he would need lubrication if he were to continue.  He didn’t want to hurt the girl—just fuck her.
	Settling on Stephanie’s chest and bringing her head up to suck his cock, Erick knew he was sinking into a level of depravity that there was probably no way out.  
Couldst!
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	The words in her mind swirled around—and around—and around.
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	Annette had walked in on David and Mackenzie—messing around.  They were naked and Mackenzie was ON TOP of her brother David!  His hands were clamped tightly to her lovely little ass and Annette got full view of his teenage cock buried to the hilt into his sister’s quim.  They were right at the pinnacle of their union; David’s head was arched back and he was thrusting and straining to beat all.  Mackenzie checked over her shoulder upon her mother’s intrusion.
	Annettee had been collecting laundry and wasn’t prepared to see her children “messing around.”
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’  Still, though, it was a shock.
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if you join in.’
	“Mom?” quizzed Mackenzie.
	Mom was stunned and stood at the bedroom door holding the laundry basket.  ‘it’s alright if you join them messing around.’
	   ‘it’s alright if you join them messing around.’
	   ‘it’s alright if you join them messing around.’
	She couldn’t.  Her mind was lambasted with images of sexual inappropriateness.  A lot of sexual inappropriateness.  Shaking her head she tried to clear her mind—but couldn’t.
	Mackenzie got off of her brother and approached her mom with some concern.
	“Mom?” she inquired again.
	Mom’s eyes were focused on David and his nakedness.
	‘it’s alright to mess with the kids.’
	‘it’s alright to mess with the kids.’
	‘it’s alright to mess with the kids.’
	Annette blinked her eyes and caught her breath.  On the bed and David was unsure of his mother’s status.  She didn’t seem to be pissed.  His cock surged and a bit o’ cum squirted; his eyes went from his mother to his sister’s ass and back.
	“You—you should be careful,” Annette said aloud, “one of you could—could get in trouble.”
	David had no idea what she was talking about.
	Mackenzie turned to her brother, “She means pregnant.”
	“I cant get pregnant!” David said with umph.
	Mackenzie rolled her eyes then turned back to her still stunned mother.
	“We are,” she giggled, “I mean, I are—er, me, am.”
	Annette stared down to her naked child.
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess around.’
	‘it’s alright if you mess around with the kids.’
	“So is Karsyn and Jessica.” Mackenzie amended.
	A moment longer lingering at her naked son, then;
	“You’ve got laundry?”

	The following day and Annette walked in on Logan putting it to Karsyn’s ass WHILE the girl had her mouth down on sister Jessica’s cunt!  OH!  WOW!
	‘it’s alright…’ the words swirled about her mind in and out like a stream of incessant consciousness.  Logan was right at the pivotal point of his putting it to his sister’s ass and wasn’t stopping for nothing.  He pounded himself against Karsyn; hands tight against her hips thrusting with great vehemence.  
	Once he got his nut, Logan turned to find his mother had gone.
	(she left the laundry, though.)

	‘it’s alright to mess with the kids.’
	‘it’s alright…’ the words swirled and swirled making her dizzy.
	‘it’s alright if the kids mess with each other—have sex.’
	‘it’s alright…if the kids…fuck.’
	‘it’s alright if YOU join in!’
	‘it’s alright if YOU join in—being fucked!’
	‘it’s alright if Logan has sex with you.’
	‘it’s alright to suck David’s penis.’
	‘it’s alright to let the boys go naked in the house.’
	But it wasn’t alright.  It wasn’t right.  Was it?  Annette found herself in a swath of confusion.  What was right?  What was morally right?  Sex?  with her sons?  She couldn’t.  No way.  It wasn’t right.  It wasn’t right.  It was right.  It was right.  It was…

Monstrous
	Stephanie Bump, twelve; Amber Leeks, eleven; Cyndy Wyn, eleven.
	Sweet young girls; no trouble, average kids, nice kids, sometimes forgetful of their assigned chores, not “A” students but decent.  Erick found himself descending into a dark void—panic was ensnarling him; this after finding himself unable to control their minds.  They had become “aware” to the point whereas he had to get a little rough with them and tie them up and then gag their mouths.
	Afterwards the true panic came; they were so aware that they SAW him.
	They could identify him.
	Shit.
	That was bad.  That was real bad.  Jail?  Prison?  A preacher?  A father, a husband?  His fingerprints were all over the girls’ clothes and bodies—along with his sperm on and IN them.  He was fucked.  He couldn’t go to jail.  He couldn’t.  His family.  His church!
	There was only one thing he could do.
	Racking his mind he clenched the tire iron used for changing a tire.  It was under the seat in the back of the van along with other assorted tools necessary to change a tire, fix a flat, and fix various components in the engine bay.
	‘turn around.’ he said in a mind link to Stephanie.
	The young girl, totally petrified, shrieked and shook her head violently.
	But there was no way—no way out of the horrible predicament Erick had created.  He had to save himself.  He had to save himself at the cost of the three girls he had kidnapped.  The sexual pleasure he had gotten from the three kidnapped girls had suddenly evaporated.
	He was a minister.  A preacher.  He was not a killer.
	But to save himself—his family…
	“No, please!” begged Amber.
	Erick gulped and then couldn’t breathe.  Clutching the tire iron he brought it up wildly thinking that maybe bashing their sweet pretty little heads and he could possibly just knock them out enough to daze them and fuck up their memory.  Yeah, that was it—fuck up their memory.  Amnesia.  Yeah, that’s it.
	Suddenly,
	“IS ANYBODY IN THERE?” a voice—and not in his head, either!
	“COME OUT OF THE VAN, NOW!”
	Erick gulped, stopped thinking, and stopped breathing altogether.
	Looking to the girls he felt some remorse for his insane actions.  There were fleeting images of his family, his church, his way of life.  There were new images; a judge, a jury, a prison, some guy named “Bubba.”

	He couldn’t think.
	“I-I’m alone!”
	“COME OUT OF THE VAN!”
	This was not good.
	Timidly and with a lot of trepidation, Erick climbed into the cab of the van.
	Looking out and there was a park ranger.
	A woman, too!
	And she was armed!
	Erick and the ranger locked eyes.
	“ARE YOU ALONE?” she asked via a fancy electronic microphone attached to her two-way radio that made her voice sound “manly.”  The gun she held was aimed—right at Erick!
	“COME OUT OF THE VAN!” she yelled and demanded.
	Shaking uncontrollably Erick fumbled with the door handle and slowly tripped his way out the door.  Emphasis on “trip”.  The ranger backed and tripped herself over a tree limb causing the gun in her hand to fire.  The bullet zoomed out of its barrel on an unknown trajectory.  It struck Erick in the chest propelling him back into the van.  The ranger scrambled to stand up and for a moment she was in panic; ‘Holy shit!  What have I done?’
	Erick sat/lay against the front seat a little dazed and a lot confused.  His chest was on fire.  Literally.  There really wasn’t any pain as much as there was shock.  Oh, no, wait—there’s the pain.  Erick screamed.  The pain was excruciating.  Pretty much like those fires in Hell are gonna be.
	The ranger, in severe panic mode,
	“Oh my God!  I’m so sorry!”  well, if she’s sorry…
	Then, suddenly—a brilliant bright light exploded into Erick’s mind.
	The pain subsided and he heard…he heard waves?
	And there was a strange smell—seaweed?  Fish?
	Melodic sounds came encroaching upon his mind soothing him.  Music.  A pan flute, a stringed instrument like a cello, a harp, and a violin filled his mind.  There were soft breezes kissing his body and there were suddenly all these women surrounding him.  mermaids!  The mermaids had come.  To his rescue?  He was melting.  The time where he spent with the undersea goddess was a dream he relentlessly wished he could go back to.  There was a strong yearning to return to the crab boat and go out to sea.  It would then be sheer luck to be transported back to the undersea world of the mermaid, though.
	For a time unknown he floundered followed by another brilliant bright light.
	When he came to his senses—there was the lady ranger laying sprawled out on the forest ground.  Erick, confused, looked around the woods.  There was a nearby river, small by comparison to other rivers but a river nonetheless.
	It wasn’t popular with fishers or boaters.
	The whole area wasn’t too popular with anyone; there was an abandoned mine, some hiking trails, lots of poison plants.  There weren’t even a lot of woodland creatures about.  It was popular with moonshine runners, though—it had that going.
	Erick, still stunned, still naked, stared a bit at the woman not sure what had happened.  Then he noted his chest, specifically his Crystal.  There were shards everywhere on his chest; the embedded crystal had been destroyed!
	Oh shit!

	There was pain, there was discomfort, there was confusion.
	Of the pain; level 8.
	Of the discomfort; tolerable.
	Of the confusion; hmmm followed by WTF?
	Gathering himself he slipped/tripped (again) out of the van.  Recovering and Erick squatted eyeing the ranger.  She was about thirty; short blond hair in a short ponytail, a little under 6ft, small body frame; still breathing.
	After some long staring and noting that the woman was both unconscious AND breathing—Erick, for no other reason, undressed her.  His mind—his mind was frapped and no longer functioning correctly.  It just seemed the thing to do.  No reason.  And total undressing was the only option; boots, pants, undies, shirt, and even her socks!
	Her panties were typical green but bikini style.  Her bra was a typical white bra with the clasp in the front.  Her breasts were 34Bs.  A narrow face, a narrow body, a hairless poon!  Hairless!  A tattoo of a snorting Chinese dragon was on the upper area of the poon with an Ice Dragon on the upper part of her right shoulder.
	No wedding ring; no rings at all.
	Erick the Dastardly eased his body onto the woman gently guiding into her sex his manhood.  It was a nice fit!  Once more and the rigors of life were pushed aside and all there was—all there was was fucking!  That’s all there was!  No worries whatsoever.  Erick slid near effortlessly his cock into the woman and got busy with the fuckin’.  Nice titties, too; Erick ogled them, pawed them, mawed them, sucked them.  His cock entered into a realm that soothed the pain (and discomfort) in his chest.  The woman, “Karen” moaned, thrashed her head slowly, made odd noises, shuddered, and said “YES!” a couple of times.
	The day waned; it was not very hot in the woodsy area but it wasn’t overly pleasant, either.  Erick took his time fucking; he strained and felt every inch of his being electrified.
	The girls!
	The girls one-two-three!  He had forgotten about them.
	Getting his nut he dismounted Karen and slid around the van peeking into the van via the open driver’s side.  The sliding passenger/cargo door was still closed as was the passenger side door.  He hadn’t noticed if the girls had slipped out sooo…
	No, they hadn’t.  The girls three were still were they had last been when he had been interrupted.  They were still and no longer upset as they had been.  Erick moved between the captain’s chairs and braced himself against the passenger bench seat peering at the near lifeless trio.
	The moon roof provided adequate lighting to the rear area but Erick switched on interior light to cast a better assessment.  He saw Stephanie, Amber, and Cyndy sitting on the floor, naked, mindless.  Hmmm
	Curious.
	Over the seat and coming to the girls he noted that there was something amiss.  Waving his hand before them, caressing their faces, and even tweaking their nipples got no response from them.  What the…?
	Pulling Stephanie’s legs he moved the girl onto her back.  Legs spread he moved onto the girl gliding into her sex his cock.  Once more he fucked the young girl.  By now and his prick was well on its way to being “sore.”  It ached big time but there was just enough prowess to keep up stamina.  Damned determination and a still untamed yearning to be a monster.
	His mind drifted somewhat; focusing on the girl’s face his train of thought fell to his family—specifically his wife and the boys.  He had instilled upon his wife that she should be cool when finding the boys messing around sexually with the girls.  AND—AND she should allow herself to mess around sexually with them!  He wasn’t sure if that would happen or not but he was anxiously curious to find out.
	First!
	He knew, deep down, he wasn’t right with the world.  Inasmuch as putting it to the ranger, his wife, his own girls, putting it to the likes of Stephanie, Amber, and Cyndy were—da bomb!  Fucking a young girl, a pre-teen, was the absolute bestest ever!  The sensation was—sensational!  It was sin a hundred fold.  He knew it.  He didn’t care.  All that mattered was to fuck.  All that mattered was to cum.  All that mattered was the pussy.
	Stephanie’s eyes were glazed over and she didn’t seem right.  Erick pumped tenaciously until finally exploding a massive built up wad of man juice.  The flow tantalized his cock; he felt the flow of his love spewing at warp speed into the young girl and for a moment he was catapulted into another deminsion.
	Then of course there was the tumultuous decent back to earth.
	Pulling out he rested his prick against Stephanie’s nicely fucked cunt.  Breathing heavily his mind ached and Stephanie—remained mindless.  Hmmm
	When sliding his smoldering prick against Amber and noting that her eyes, too, were glazed over as much as her sweet face—Erick began to wonder.  Something was up.  Something was wrong.  Pushing Amber’s legs back he drove his prick ALL THE WAY into her sex and pumped as hard as he could.  Only miniscule moans and groans came from the girl and nothing else.
	Erick didn’t cum.  He had no cum left!  Still, though, with an aching cock he moved on to Cyndy.  His hands went all over her and noting she was as much out of it as her friends he turned her over and smacked her ass.
	Nothing.
	No reaction at all.  Odd.  Something was definitely wrong.
	Another smack.
	Another.
	And another.
	The girl’s ass was a brilliant red and his hand was stinging.
	There was concern for sure—but also enthusiasm.
	 With Amber he did same and seeing no reaction from her turned her over, spread her legs, and spanked her pussy!  First with his hand, his cock, and then his belt.  The girl’s only reaction was to shed some tears, screw up her pretty little face, make a face, but there was no crying out or thrashing or anything of the like like that there.
	With the belt and he lashed Stephanie’s ass finding his cock thoroughly excited.  Re-entering Stephanie he fucked her hard finding himself at the apex of their union causing him to nearly pass out!  He gave unto the youngster a little more spunk—the clear viscous stuff from the bottom of the ball sac.
	He didn’t know what had happened—something.  All three girls PLUS the ranger had had their minds vexed.
	The Crystal!
	The “used to be Crystal.”  It was destroyed and in shards—some of the shards were embedded in his chest.  And they were glowing!  What did it mean?  Was his mystical EMAD-like powers gone?  In a way—Erick was glad of it.  He saw that continuation of being God-like imbued with mind control would be a bad thing.  
	He had kidnapped three innocent girls.
	He had fucked them, terrified them, spanked them.
	The ranger lady had shot him but the Crystal had saved his life—and in the process had been destroyed.  Again, not overly a bad thing.  Using the girls’ panties he cleaned them off then fretted a bit about the “evidence” deposited within them.  Sighing deeply he dressed the girls then set his sights on the ranger.
	Would she remember what he looked like?  Could she describe him?  The girls in the van were probably perhaps too traumatized to give any accurate description.  Probably.  The ranger, though…
	Using HER panties he cleaned her pussy, fretted about any potential evidence in her, then dressed her.  It was time consuming and the pain in his chest from the broken gift of the mermaids was beginning to become more than annoying.  Trying to pick the shards of glass out of his skin was cumbersome.  There was no large pieces and where the Crystal had once been there was now a “cavity.”
	Once dressed, the ranger lady was left on the ground.  Not far away was her pick-up truck.  Erick fired up the van and eased away from the scene.

And then there’s this
	Not far from the ranger truck—fifty yards? Another truck sat; it was big; it was black, no shiny chrome but black chrome with heavily tinted windows.  Big-bad-ass-truck.  In the area, too, a family SUV.  Close by, the SUV’s family.  And they were in peril.  The dad was secured to a tree with his hands behind him around the tree.  His wife just across from him was also secured to a tree in like manner—and she was pissed.  Two kids in the mix; a boy and a girl.  The boy was a handsome turd of about eight years with the girl about a year younger.
	Then there was a man in their midst who was not of the family’s family.
	The man not-of-the-family was dressed in black; vest, pants, boots, western bad guy shirt, and a kerchief covering his head AND a Zorro mask.  As the mom continued to freak out and wrench herself about—
	“Take off your clothes.” The man in black told the two children.
	The children looked to one another in some horror.  They were too frightened for full horror.  No EMAD was in use here.
	“Take off your clothes!” exclaimed the man again using a little bit higher voice.  And upon seeing the children not complying he removed his black leather belt, folded it, and “broke it” in the air.  Snapping it in other words.  Willie, eight years young, jolted and began to cry; his sister, Sara, seven, was already crying and had wet herself on top of it.
	“Just do what he tells you, Willie, Sara!” the kids’ daddy told them.
	It was still to note that the daddy wasn’t wrenching or anything whilst his family was in peril.  Willie, sobbing, pushed down his pants.  Sister Sara fumbled with the button on her pants—it was going to take awhile.
	“Take your shirt off!” the man in black ordered of the little boy.
	Willie stared at the man—and his belt.  Then compliance!  He wore a green knit shirt with a little caricature of some animal on it.  Off it came and was cast off to the ground.  
	Sara wore a bright neon-like pink top and upon being told to remove it—she didn’t.  Not until her daddy told her to.  Sniveling and carrying on as she should in the circumstance she removed her top (with her brother’s help.)  Getting the pair to strip off the remainder of their clothing took more insistence from their dad.
	Then at last the kids stood in their skin.  Sara had gone full bore crying when told to take her panties down.  She knew it was wrong-wrong-wrong.  The man snapped the belt and seemed like he was going to get rough with them.  But it wasn’t the kids he belt but their mother!  Lifting her bound ankles up the Man in Black raised her legs and spanked her ass—HARD!
	The woman, Nancy, thirty years young, paused a moment as she was shockened at the rude audacity.  The second spank made her scream.  She wrestled in her constraints (and broke a wrist for her efforts!)  
	The kids were inconsolable.  Erick saw the man in black about to lose his composed cool.
	‘calm yourself.’
	Half a moment elapsed; then,
	The Man in Black (but not THAT Man in Black—the original) seemed to have gained his composure.  Erick had to wonder if there was a remnant of the Crystal still active.
	On his knees (with his back to Erick) there seemed to be some sort of communication going on between the man (in black) and the sniveling kids for suddenly those sniveling inconsolable-uncontrollable kids “calmed” themselves.  They still sniveled but they were better.
	The man moved a bit revealing that Willie and Sara were naked and had stepped out of their clothes.  Sara was on her knees.  The man still had the belt in his hands but was no longer snapping it.
	“Get up against her.” said the man.
	Willie paused but got on his knees, too, and put his non-erect penis against his sister’s butt.  Erick was all attentive—and slyly (to himself) he wished he was there putting HIS penis against the girl’s butt!
	Up and down his sister’s crack, poking and prodding the girl’s butt hole, Willie followed the man’s suggestions and didn’t even pause when told “lick her butt hole.”
	Afterwards and the girl turned around and promptly proceeded to suck her brother’s dick! She did!  Willie stood staring down at his cocksucking sister in a gawking “Oh My God what are you doing!?” manner.
	The mom was still thrashing about in much agony; physically and emotionally.  The dad?  Not so much.  He stared at his misbehaving children and seemed to be in some agony himself.  But a different kind…

	After a few minutes of earnest sucking and Sara with her brother went to their dad.  There they undone his pants and took them down—along with his underwear.  His cock was hard.  Daughter Sara gawked at it with her fresh cocksucking mouth hanging open.
	Erick held his breath and couldn’t believe it when the little girl “went down” on her daddy’s dick!  She did!  Erick let out a moan (but it wasn’t heard.)  Willie stood slowly methodically stroking his favorite muscle then slowly walked over to his distraught mother.  Sara continued sucking and the daddy?  He looked like he was loving it.
	Mother Nancy thrashed about but stopped when her young son came up.
	Breathing hard she spoke to her son but he seemed “out of it.”
	The daddy, Adam, came around from his stupor of being sucked to watch his son take his mom’s pants AND panties down.
	“NOOOOO!” screamed the mommy.
	‘YESSSSSS!’ said the daddy.
	‘YESSSSSS!’ said Erick.
	Nancy thrashed about kicking trying not to be undressed but she couldn’t thrash too much lest she hurt her son.  Off came her tan slack and beige brief type panties.  Willie then stood straddling his mom putting his boy hood right at her face.
	“Suck him.” said the man in black.
	“FUCK YOU!” said the woman in peril.
	The belt snapped—and snapped the young boy’s ass.
	The boy screamed and went stomping around and was grabbed by the man in black who thrashed the boy’s ass repeatedly.  The daddy went a little ballistic and yelled for the man to stop.  He did.  The boy was hysterical as was his mom.
	Roughly and the man brought the boy to his mom making him straddle his mom again.
	“Suck his dick or he gets it again!”
	The mom was out of her mind—but took her son’s little pud and sucked.
	The little girl who had been sucking her daddy’s dick was upset as well; she was told to “turn around” and “sit on it.” her daddy’s dick.
	The man in black and the daddy locked eyes.  The daddy, Adam, was still upset about the rash belting of his son.  Closing his eyes and bowing his head he concentrated on the deviant act before him—sitting on him.  There was no full vaginal penetration—just the head.  But that was ok; it was a start.
	After much ado about sucking her son’s schlong, the Man in Black (but not THAT Man in Black) stripped off his own clothes.  His cock was rock hard and moving Willie he took the lad’s place saying to the woman “Suck it!”

	Naturally and the woman was horrified.
	Naturally and the man snapped the belt and Nancy, crying, weeping near out of control took the man’s cock sucking it fully.  The man pumped the woman’s mouth making her fully engulf his tool—much to the obvious dismay of Nancy’s husband sitting askew behind them.
	The Man in Black decided to “help” the man’s ills by having his daughter turn about facing her father.  She grinded her sex against her father and though lo that was desired he was still a little pissed off.
	The MIB pulled out and humped his cock against Nancy’s face.  She didn’t like it much—but didn’t want her son’s ass to be belted so she submitted conveying in earnest that “if I ever get my hands on you I’ll kill you!” minus the broken wristed one.
	To make the situation even worser than it was; MIB brought the boy back into play.  After much humping of the woman’s face MIB re-positioned Willie before his mother, but turned about so as his ass was now in her face.
	“Lick his hole!” MIB told the woman.
	She nearly threw up.
	MIB caressed the boy’s ass and smacked the belt against his own thigh conveying “you don’t lick—I spank!”
	Nancy closed her eyes, wept uncontrollably, but put her lips to her young son’s turd chute and licked away.
	And unknown to the woman, MIB put his freshly slobbered on schlong into the boy’s mouth!  Behind them at an angle and the boy’s father went into a rage shouting “THAT’S NOT PART OF THE DEAL!”  OH!
	Thankfully and the woman was not aware of statement.
	MIB pulled out of Willie’s mouth and blatantly masturbated in his face.  Then he backed away and turned his attention to the other two—father and daughter.  The father was enraged and was venting such.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” to wit MIB chuckled and knelt down between the man’s legs inching up to smack his cock against the little girl’s ass.  Adam’s eyes bulged and he seethed “THAT’S NOT A PART OF THE DEAL!”
	MIB merely smiled and caressed little Sara’s hips.
	Adam seethed more; “I get my hands on you I’LL kill you!”
	Not making any friends here—save for one who remained unseen!
	With a not-so gentle push and little Sara was firmly “seated” down onto her daddy’s cock.  The child let out a yelp as her virgin cunny was no longer virgin.  MIB helped guide her up and down; the girl’s father still seethed rage but there was unbound pleasure festering behind those darkened eyes.
	The Man in Black then undone one of the man’s hands—and in the process slipped him a small wad of cash.
	“Here,” he said, “you can have some of this back.” He smiled and stepped away.  Then he returned to Nancy whereupon he sent her into pissed off oblivion by settling between her legs.  She went fucking ballistic.  Her husband wasn’t so pleased, either.  And though he COULD have easily undone the other restraint restraining his other hand—he didn’t.  He was still mightily pissed off and then some but he caressed his daughter’s ass and it could be seen (by the onlooker Erick) that he was PUMPING into his daughter’s cunt!)
	MIB was pumping into Nancy.
	Erick was pumping his cock.

*

The back of the flash is the front
	In the beginning…
	For reasons unknown to her—mommy and daddy split.  Legally.  She was kind of young and didn’t know fully the terminology of “divorce” but it meant that “daddy don’t live here anymore.”  It was a pisser and she hated her parents because of it.  Then, about a year later, there was a “new daddy” in the house and she wasn’t pleased with him, either.  Less pleased when he caught her finger banging herself.
	New daddy Harry didn’t fly into a rage but assaulted the ten year old by grabbing her ankles, lifting her legs, and walloping her bare ass with his bare hand.  Annette was naked at the time and thought she was home alone.  Annette.  Yeah, THAT Annette.
	A couple of days later after that and…
	She was caught again.
	And again, new daddy swatted her bare bee-hind (with his bare hand.)
	Funny thing was, though, he didn’t rat her out to her mother.
	Another funny was, she LIKED it—the being spanked.  (it made her cunny tingle!)  Another couple of days and …
	SWAT!  SWAT! SWAT! a little harder than his previous assaults.
	Still, though, “it made her cunny tingle.” And all the while the swats reigned upon her tender ass—Annette finger banged her tingling pussy all the more.
	Worn out and with his own hand tingling, new daddy Harry was mystified.
	“WTF?” he conveyed.
	Annette lay naked on her bed furiously “gettin’ after it” while new daddy Harry stared at her.  And it should be noted that he had a terrific raring hard-on to beat all.  Methodically he gouged the heel of his hand to that terrific raring hard-on.  Annette watched him—she was no stranger to terrific raring hard-ons.  Annette was something of a vixen.
	So, she sat up and sat there eyeing Harry’s bugle—with her mouth hanging open.  Harry, he looks around—2nd floor of a nice-nice modern day American home with no possibility of neighbors seeing anything due to the density of the trees separating their properties.  A slight pause and then—
	Out it came—Harry’s Trouser Snake.
	Annette’s mouth hung open even more.  She had seen wee little lad’s and their wee little puds.  She had seen boys her age.  But a MAN cock was something else.  Harry squeezed his pud at the base and waggled it.  Annette giggled.  Then, cocking her pretty head to one side she reached out putting her fingers about the manly thing—and Harry let her!
	And from there—well…
	Leaning in and Annette licked the man’s penis tip.  She did!  There was a bit of pre-cum soiling the piss opening.  Annette neverminded the distaste and rolled her tongue expertly about the super sensitive crown.
	“I’ll give you twenty dollars more—” breathed heavily Harry “in your allowance” if you suck me off right now!
	The head of Harry’s cock entered into the young girl’s mouth—the NAKED young girl’s mouth; the NAKED girl he had just spanked; the NAKED girl he had just caught finger banging herself.  Not hair one was on her young cunny.  She was naked!  She was ten years old!  That face!  Her dark brown hair gently covered the sides of her face fully; she had an intoxicating smile but never once—never once while courting her mother had he thought of her sexually.  Not once!  However…
	Annette went down-down-down on Harry’s cock before moving back to where the head almost slipped out.  Again she rolled her tongue about the edging, diddled the piss slit, then began going down again.  Harry ran his fingers thru the young girl’s super fine hair and felt a stirring in his loins.
	How would she take have a load blown into her mouth?  Icky?  Yucky?
	He was about to find out.
	The surge came in a huge spurt and he knew he hit her tonsils.  The second surge came followed by a third and then a fourth and then…
	And there was Annette suck-suck-sucking!
	It was 2:23PM; she coulda been at her friend Kathy’s house playing; she could have gone to the park and goofed around there; she could be goofing off in the backyard.  But, instead, she was laying out naked on her bed with her new daddy licking out her pussy.  A new sensation there was from that action.  She couldn’t put words to it—it was more than tingling.  Way more.  Harry’s tongue was pretty talented; he licked and lapped all about her young hairless poon then drove the adult sized tongue into her crevice where he did “the alphabet.”
	Then she thought she was going to get fucked.  Harry came up and plopped his cock against her sex.  Had he wanted to she wouldn’t have stopped him.
	But Harry was in fear; she COULD possibly get pregnant.  That would be bad.  Very bad.  He might hurt her with his manly dick being a bit much for her ten year old cunt.  ‘She needs broken in,’ he thought, ‘boys her age.’ Then—THEN he would attempt fucking her proper.
	“You need broken in, sweetie,” Harry cooed to her as he laid his saucy prick against her humping the girl’s slit, “before I can get into you.”
	Annette nodded saying “Ok.”
	Ok?  What?
	Not to be undaunted and the moment was still active, Harry pushed the girl’s legs back and began a dutiful assault on her equally virgin asshole.  There was limited success there; the strength in his cock had diminished from the incredible blowjob and her hole was definitely virgin.  But, still though, there was the fun of trying!

The vixen stings!
	With a not-so happy home life and so-so friends, Annette spent a lot of time at the neighborhood park.  Here she watched the peoples therein; volleyballers, soccer players, the folk singer, the cheerleaders practicing, and boys climbing the trees.  Annette liked to climb trees, too; but her mom got onto her for doing so “it’s not a girl thing to do” she said.  Also, Annette liked to wear dresses more than pants and such “and boys like to look up” and her panties.
	Annette shrugged it off.  She knew that.
	So there was this man.  There’s always a man…ALWAYS!  He seemed to be watching the park enthusiasts, too.  (especially the cheerleaders!)  Anyways, for no other reason than “just fucking because”—Annette flashed him.  In her defense she sort of did what the high school cheerleaders were doing—tumbling, doing cartwheels, shit like that.  But clad in a dress?  Not quite appropriate for a ten year old to be doing in an open park.  Whatever.
	The man chuckled saying something like “Nice.” then,
	“Can you do it again?”
	Annette “did it again.”
	The man looked a little nervous; looking around for security’s sake then to Annette,
	“Wanna make a ten spot?”
	Annette brightened up, smiled, and nodded excitedly.  She got a small allowance from her mom and for messing with the new daddy she got a little more.  And more was always welcomed.  Always.
	Behind the brick bathrooms the two went; Annette going first and the man, “Charles McShoon” following slowly meanderingly. 

	Charles showed her his ten dollar bill; Annette showed her panties.
	A bead of sweat came to be on the man’s upper lip—his forehead, too.
	“W-what would you say to—twenty dollars?”
	Annette stood eyeing the twenty dollar bill the man had pulled out of his pocket.  She shrugged, though, saying “Just ask.”
	Charles smiled, checked fore and aft then squatted down on his haunches being just within arm’s reach of the naughty girl.
	“Would you take your panties down?”
	That was pretty daring.
	Annette shrugged, “Ok.” And nonchalantly slid her basic white kiddie panties down to mid-thigh.
	“NICE!” and handed over the twenty.
	Charles stared and stared at the girl’s goodie and upon hearing someone coming to the shitter—a couple of noisy someones—Annette wisely and quickly hauled up her panties and smoothed out her dress.  Charles stood up and stepped back to lean against the lodge pole fencing acting cool looking out to the small woodsy area beyond.
	“We could…go to my tree fort.” Suggested Annette.
	“Anyone home at your house?” Charles asked.
	“Well, yeah, my new daddy.  He works there, from home.”
	“Then it wouldn’t be a good idea for ME to be there, too.”
	“Guess not.” Annette sounded disappointed—as was Charles.
	“I’m not from this area but there’s an ice cream place not far away and it’s on the way to …” he was babbling and some nosey kids poked their heads around the corner of the shitter to see who was there.  When the nosey kids amscrayed,
	“There’s a fort out there.” Annette said suggestingly.
	“Oh?”  lead on.
	Annette led on; she never knew the word “dangerous.”  Going out into the middle of the woods with a strange man she had been flashing?  What could go wrong?  

Revelations
	The “fort” was more of a shack than a fortress.  It was constructed by the local boys and made of pieces of plank board found from nearby construction sites; tarp and corrugated tin pieces from the nearby landfill, and haphazardly put together using other discarded refuse.  It had a door and a lot of peepholes; some large sheets of particle board made up the floor; there was a ramshackled chair inside that once adorned someone’s living room; seat cushions from a sofa, a beat up old wingback, a beach ball, and a toilet.  Yep, a toilet.  (non functioning…)

	Charles had reservations but after a security check and the young vixen going in—he followed.  A guy don’t get this opportunity very often.
	Inside and the young girl giggled, blushed, and twirled around showing off the fort and her body.
	“What would you do for another twenty?” Charles asked semi nervously.
	“Almost anything.”
	‘Goddamn!’ Charles whispered to himself.
	Producing another Jackson bill and Annette—and Annette whipped off her shortie blue dress with lace trim and white daises all over.  Charles moaned and dropped to his knees.  Then, handing over the twenty, Annette did so infacto shuck her panties, too!
	Charles was speechless.
	“I-I’m out of money,” Charles said regaining his breath, “but—but I can get you more.”
	“Ok.”
	The situation could have been very-very dangerous for the unwary (unwise) Annette.  She was lucky that Charles McShoon wasn’t one of “those” kind of perverts.  He was harmless—well, sort of.
	Nodding, “Ok,” big breath, sigh, stifle a fart, gouge his aching boner, “I owe you…another twenty…if you…let me doing something.”
	“What?”
	Yeesh.
	Big sigh, “Uh, l-lay down, spread your legs, and … I’ll show you.”
	“Ok.”
	Ok!?  Wow.
	Laying down on a particle board the now naked ten year old spread her legs and there it was—pussy.  Bare.  Naked.  Pussy.  And far-far away from anyone.
	Charles “went down” on the girl licking her, fingering her, exploring her.
	Annette thrashed a bit and was not the least bit concerned for her welfare.
	The girl had gotten the speech about “strangers” and perverts from her mother and teachers.  “in one ear—out the other.”  Annette began bucking the man’s face as he tantalized her to an amazing height of sexual wow.  There was more to cum.
	“I owe you another twenty,” Charles said pantingly, “if you let me do this to you.” And he moved up gliding his freed cock against her cunny.
	“you need broken in” her new daddy had said.  He referred to boys more closer to her age.  But whatever…
	Charles, in his early twenties, guided his cock near expertly up and down the child’s somewhat virgin cunny pressing the length of his member against her slit feeling a bit of spunk exploding.
	Slowly he put the head of his saucy prick INTO that somewhat virgin slit.
	He couldn’t believe his luck!
	Annette made a yelp as her intact hymen was breeched.
	Charles made a yelp, too!
	Part way in and he felt a gush of sperm shooting thru his cock.  A pump, a thrust, a jut of cum, and the deed was done.  The blood coating his cock and the girl’s cunny was not much but it was enough to somewhat frighten the young girl.  Using a handkerchief Charles cleaned off the girl’s poon and his cock.  Then promising ANOTHER twenty he laid the girl down again and…laid her.
	A grand total of a hundred bucks did Charles owe her.  She had collected some sixty bucks from him in cold hard cash and the rest was due upon arrival (at the park the following day.)
	Annette was at the park bright early.
	Charles was a no-show.  Asshole.

 Extracurricular Activities 1; 101; 1A & 1B
	Meadow Lark Field Ellamentary School
	It didn’t take much for a girl to get a boy’s attention; basically, all she had to do was smile at him.   Sometimes twinkle her eyes, swish her butt, put on big sister’s perfume, wear a short dress, and that was about all it took to get a boy.  Sometimes and just a smile would work.
	And that’s all Annette had to do to get Mark Sundown.
	Mark was a handsome fart; he was ten and most lads of ten are handsome.
	“Want to be my friend?” Annette asked shyly.
	New student Mark shrugged, “Ok.”
	Annette smiled, twinkled her pretty blue eyes, and Mark?  He melted.
	“Wanna play with me?”
	“Sure!”  sure!
	Out in the play yard at first recess skipping playing tether ball or hanging with her friends, Annette easily got Mark to follow her to a secure area; between the long school room buildings there was a parcel of grass and bushes (and hiding places).  Once there and time of the essence,
	“You want to show me yours?  I’ll show you mine?” and how!
	Mark, however, was oblivious and had no idea what she referred to.
	So Annette showed hers first.  Lifting her pretty plain blue dress with white belt she revealed her sun yellow panties.  The boy’s eyes were glued and he was hooked right off.
	“W-what do you want me to show you?” he asked.
	Annette smiled.  It didn’t matter what she wanted him to show her—he’d do it!
	What Annette told him took almost a full minute to register.  Then,
	Tidy-whiteys!
	Tick-tick-tick…time was ticking.
	Annette slipped her fingers into her sun yellow undies and tugged them down revealing her sex.  Just a tad.  Young Mark was all attentive, mouth open, eyes glued.  He had never seen such!
	Of course, then, kids started assembling to their prospective classroom doors and the bell rang.  Recess was officially over.
	After learning about the States and their Capitols the students of Ms. Agony’s class recited the Times Table, then another round of Know Your States!  Then it was recess again.  Annette wasted no time, she grabbed Mark’s hand and led him quickly to the secure area.
	“But I gotta go pee!”
	Annette smiled ‘And so you will!’
	This time, Annette did more than tug her panties down; she tugged them off!
	Mark stared and stared and stared; he gawked and gawked and gawked.
	Annette spread her stance and told her suitor “Take out you pee-pee and pee on me.”
	Mark’s eyes of brown bulged.  ‘WHAT!?’
	The youngster couldn’t fathom the request—er, suggestion; er, command.
	So Annette helped him out  by undoing his pants and tugging them down herself.  His tidy-whiteys came down, too.  And there it was—penis.  It was hard!  Annette eyed it, smiled, then sucked it.  She kissed it first, rolling her tongue about the super sensitive area, diddling the opening, then engulfing the whole thang.  The whole thang!
	Mark was wowed.
	After much sucking and lip smacking the girl quit and sat back still eyeing the one-eyed monster.  Then she laid down on the grass pulling her dress up.
	“Your turn!” she quipped.
	Mark hadn’t a clue.
	“Kiss me there.” She said cluing him in.
	“Ok.” ‘but you pee from there!’
	Regardless, he went down and kissed the strange girl he had “just met” on her pee-pee.  It wasn’t bad.  
	“Lay on me.” Annette schooled.
	The boy was curious—and enthused.
	Laying on Annette led and…
	The bell rang.
	Fuck.

	More Times Tables; Name the Presidents!  Name the Continents!
	Let’s Read!  Let’s Write!  Spelling!  Fractions!
	That’s Lunch!
	Inasmuch as Annette loved lunch—she loved being naughty more.  And intrigued by the naughty Annette, young Mark followed the girl about like a puppy.  They consumed their lunch of spaghetti w/meatballs w/garlic bread and a brownie then hightailed it out of the lunch room to another secure locale giving them plenty of time to “mess around.”
	Here, under the bleachers by the soccer field Annette wasted no time in stripping off her dress and getting her panties off.  Then she looked at the way startled Mark.
	“You, too!” she said sharply.
	Mark nodded and clumsily stripped off his clothing.
	His little winkie was pretty hard.
	Annette eyed it; then she gripped it and began tugging on it—making it all the harder.  The naked Mark was in awe.  And then some!  Annette giggled and laid down on her dress spreading her legs.  Fingering her pussy she had the boy’s full attention.
	“Get on me.”
	Mark positioned himself awkwardly on the damsel albeit clumsily.  Natural instinct prodded the young lad and he grinded automatically up and down the girl’s groove.  She giggled, gripped his butt tenaciously, then guided the boy into the proper way to fuck.
	The boy’s eyes bulged and his breath was taken away as they got into the motion.  Mark wasn’t particularly good (at fucking) but he wasn’t bad.  Annette rolled them over and took the Reverse Missionary position and that was alright, too.  Mark was totally mesmerized.  Like, totally!
	After lunch…
	Reading time!  Ms. Agony read excerpts from:
	The Pocket Book of Boners!  An omnibus of school boy humor
	Was it Good for You, Sheep?  A down on the farm experience
	Games You Can Play with Your Pussy!  And lots of other stuff you can do to amuse your pet cat (sure)
	The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories!  (another down on the farm experience)

	After school…
	“Do you ride the bus…or walk home?”
	“I walk.”
	Perfect.
	And it turns out, Mark lived three blocks (and down one) from where Annette lived.  She knew the area fairly well; where all the big trees were that lined the sidewalk and the middle of the street; the big houses, the friendly houses, the houses where Assholes lived, and the houses to avoid during holidays—like Halloween.  She also knew where the best places to hide were.
	However, it was learned during their walk home that Mark was one of those “latch key” kids; his parents both worked and there were no siblings at home.
	Perfect!
	Of course he wasn’t supposed to have anyone at the house unless approved or asked parental permission ahead of time.
	“I’ll let you get on top of me again.”
	This time and it was Mark who practically dragged the naughty Annette.
	First!  A snack—before dessert.
	Chocolate milk, two oatmeal raisin w/walnuts cookies, and some string cheese.  Good combo.  Mark talked about his parents—he had no idea what they did but they did it “downtown.”
	After snacking…
	“Want to see me room?”
	Does a bear…well, you know…
	Mark’s room was upstairs, third door down with a bathroom right across.  After opening the door to his room to let Annette in the boy turned to go to the bathroom.  Annette followed.  Mark was a little “Huh?”
	‘You can get naked and ride me but you don’t want me to see you pee?’
	Awed and perplexed the boy entered the bathroom and WAS going to shut the door for the privacy but Annette was there.  She was smiling and twinkling those eyes.  In she came making her way around the stunned boy.  Off came her dress and down came her panties.  Mark’s eyes went right to her naked pussy.
	After a long moment,
	“You gonna pee or what?”
	Distracted, the boy looked down and made a boyish smirk with a shrug and undone his pants hauling out his dick.  It was hard and that made it kinda hard to pee.
	“Take off your clothes.” Annette suggested (in a commanding sort of way.)
	Semi reluctantly and Mark did as told/suggested.  It was just odd to him (but not odd to take his clothes off at school!)  Odd.
	Once he had shed his clothes the girl he had JUST MET that morning took holt of his willie and guided him into the shower.  Then she fondled his hairless balls, caressed him and…
	“I really gotta pee!” he announced in some agony.
	Annette smiled a Devil’s smile, “Ok,” she said, “pee on me!”
	You coulda knocked him over with frog’s breath.
	“Y-you want me to—p-pee on you?”
	“Yeah,” said the kinky girl, “aim right here.”
	Mark didn’t know about that—but the urgency to pee was gaining strength.
	The flow of the boy’s pee was great.  Short lived but a great hard pee last several seconds.  He was awed and then some.  His aim was dead on—right on Annette’s vagina.  She giggled the whole time.  Then the showered.
	After the shower and drying off—she sucked him.  The act further blew his mind.  The quirky girl fondled his balls, his ass, and his mind.  Then—THEN, right there on the bathroom floor…she fucked him.  Straddling the boy she grinded her sex right on his sex.  When it was at its hardest she glided the member into her.
	The fuck was on.

5th grade
	Fractions, decimals, geometry
	Language arts; vocabulary, literature studies
	Social sciences
	Science!
	Fourth grade was fun…Fifth grade?  Not so much.  It seemed to Annette that 5th grade was a big jump from 4rth.  It sucked.  Algebra?  Science?  Advanced reading, writing, fucking fractions?  OMG!  She had to suck it up and managed to pull thru—most the subjects.  Most.  Math was a but a bitch.  Mr. Mull was Annette’s homeroom teacher and math instructor.  She was borderline in the other assignments—and in the 5th grade students went to other classes for those “other” classes not related to math.  In math… “C” was about as best she could do.  And sometimes…she barely managed that C.  So, coupled with the other classes she wasn’t so hot in either—
	“SUMMER SCHOOL!”  OH NO!
	Mr. Mull was sympathetic to her plight but there was really no choice.
	Well, maybe not so fast.
	The month of Summer School was when her family (including her) were going off to see some big hole in the ground in Arizona.  They were also going to the coast and up to the mountains.  Summer school would certainly wreck those plans.  Certainly. 
	“Options?”
	No options; extra credit and extra-extra credit would not save her.
	Annette thought—and thought—and thought some more.

	Tiffany “tight-ass” Carbinna had just left the room; she had lingered at her desk knowing that Annette was in big trouble.  Other kids were filling out of their classes—the day was done and Annette was done, too.  Grades would be going in to the office for finalization and her own tight ass was going to be soup.  Sure, she had been in trouble before with both her parents; grounded, no allowance, shit like that.  Fucking up their summer plans would be something else altogether.
	Slowly.
	Slowly.
	S-l-o-w-l-y and Annette began inching up her summery dress.  It was a shortie; it was orange with orange blossoms all over it.  Her hair style for the 5th grade was longer, thicker, too.  At eleven years young now her breasts had begun blossoming.
	Mr. Mull noted the girl’s antics.
	When Annette had gotten the hem of her dress up to where the hem of her matching orange panties could be seen…
	Mr. Monty Mull scribbled something on a piece of paper hastily and then walked even hastier to the door closing it and placing the paper in the small window.  On the other side of the paper “TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB!!!” intended solely for the janitorial crew who would be sweeping thru the halls cleaning up.
	Then the 40yr old something man with receding dark hair, glasses, 20-something years as a teacher, returned to his teaching chair that was angled with his angled desk rather than facing the classroom from the center.  His attention was Annette.
	Annette inched her dress up more a little faster revealing all of her orange panties.  Mr. Mull let out his breath; his hands were clamped together on the open grade book.  Annette paused and paused in her thinking.  Thru the 5th grade year she had scored with a few boys; her first week at the new grade and she had 2 boys!  TWO!  One lad had just turned eleven years young and the other would be twelve in the Spring! 
	Koby, the birthday boy of eleven, she got him entwined easily and swayed him with her vixen wiles.  First, in the underpass that went under the 4-lane road that went alongside one side of their school.  After school the first time and right before school the second time.  The first time and she flashed him revealing the fact that she was going Commando—no panties.  The boy was hooked.
	Koby whipped out his schlong; Annette toyed with it and got him to rub it against her snatch.  Kids were coming in at both ends so that ended that.  The following morning, however, and they met again, in the middle of the underpass where the lighting was bad—non-existent.

	No panties again and Annette was more daring.  The risk factor was high, in just mere minutes a flurry of students would be descending upon the.  But a quickie was managed regardless.  The boy was mesmerized to say the least.  He had no siblings and he was just at the age of waking up with “morning wood.”
	Mr. Mull caressed Annette’s bared ass with trembling fingers.
	Annette eyed the grade book searching for her name.
	She found it.
	B-C-D-C-D-D-C-C-D.
	Math was not her forte.
	Clenching her butt she began working the dress up more—and more—and then some more until she was at the point whereas she had to stand up and just take the thing off.  She had a bra and off it came, too.  And so there she was—naked.
	Mr. Mull’s eyes traveled her young body focusing mostly on her slightly fuzzy cunt.  He gouged his aching boner.  On his desk along with the grade book and a set of math books, a coffee cup stating “best math teacher!” and a small double frame of a double set picture showing his wife and children.
	Annette averted her eyes to the math books, pursed her lips and said,
	“You can do anything you want.” in a low voice.
	“You sure?” Mr. Mull said inquiringly.
	Annette nodded, “For a better grade.” pause “No summer school.”
	Mr. Mull ran the back of a finger up and down the girl’s quim.  She spread her stance and for some reason felt foolish about the situation.  Then the married math teacher turned his finger about and began “fingering” her poon.  He also drew her closer to him and she didn’t resist.  (but she almost did!)
	Finger! Finger! Finger!
	And the hand not finger was copping a feel of her ass.  Tiny goosebumps sprang up all over her young body.  A part of her was telling her “RUN, FOOL!  RUN!” but first put your clothes on.
	But Annette was riveted to the floor and the fingering continued.
	At 3:05 and Annette was sitting perched on the desk—her darling little butt right on the gradebook!  Mr. Mull stood and hauled out his manly manhood.  Annette was suddenly gripped with apprehension.  Sure, she had seen her new daddy’s dick; sure, she had sucked it, fondled it, sucked it, and gotten fucked by it.  But Mr. Mull wasn’t her new daddy.
	“If you…suck it,” stated Mr. Mull, “I’ll make your grades better.”
	Annette eyed the trouser snake mulling Mr. Mull’s proposal.
	Nodding her head, “Ok,” pause, “C?”
	Mr. Mull nodded his head, “Suck me and your grades will be C.” no summer school.
	“What’ll I have to do for B?”
	Mr. Mull rolled his eyes and gave her a cold stare.
	She knew. 
	Slowly-slowly Annette slid off of the desk—the gradebook sticking to her ass!  On her knees she eyed the manly schlong.  Usually, at home, she was giddy about the task of sucking new daddy’s cock.  Apprehension had a grip on her making her nervous.
	She had to pee.
	First!
	Leaning in she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.  Thinking of her new daddy and his cock she replaced Mr. Mull and rolled her tongue expertly about the man’s dick.  A diddle to the piss slit and then a few Ups and Downs should ensure her a C grade.  It better!  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked then pulled back and got her sweet face fucked!  Mr. Mull rubbed his slobbered on schlong all over the young girl’s face cinching up his ball sack to her mouth.
	What was a girl to do?  She sucked them, too.  And then…
	A “C” was a passing grade.  Her mother encouraged her to strive for a “B”.
	An “A” was out of sight and near impossible to achieve.
	She DID get an occasional “A” in English.  History and she was a solid “B”.
	Social Studies?  “C”.
	Mr. Mull masturbated while Annette considered and re-considered her pursuit of a better grade.  With a big sigh “Fuck it” she said to herself.  Sliding back onto the desk (and gradebook!) she parted her legs, fingered herself and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long.  Mr. Mull went to his knees and put his mouth on her twat.  He licked, sucked, nipped, sucked some more, drove his tongue into her cunny, then nosed her poon with his fingers exploring both her pussy AND asshole!  Mr. Mull!
	Then came the dick.
	Mr. Mull came up along Annette’s young body that was sweating already and heaving.  The teacher’s schlong kissed her vagina and she clenched.  She couldn’t help it; it was automatic.  Fear that dwelled deep inside her suddenly raced to the surface.  She wasn’t frightened enough to cry or scream—but it was one of those creepy movie kind of frights.
	Anyways,
	Mr. Montgomery Mull glided his cock up and down Annette’s entrance.  Clenching the desk’s edge she waited.  She didn’t have to wait long and the teach who held her fate plunged his sex into her sex.

	With her heart beating hard she felt almost like passing out.  She was being invaded; not by a young boy’s cock, not by her new daddy, or that creep from the park.  And swimming among the mixed feelings of OMG! and the sheer audacity of the act was a tremendous feeling of WOW!
	Her mouth hung open and it seemed like the math teacher was gloating?
	There were powerful thrusts into her sex that was at times kind of painful.
	There were powerful thrusts into her sex that was at times kind of—wow.
	Delightful?  No, not quite—but it wasn’t bad.
	It was confusing and perplexing.
	The teacher rammed himself to the very end whereupon he lost his own composure and fucked heartily until unleashing a torrent of man spunk.  The man had reached the apex of his illicitness where he sailed aloft the pleasures that delighted him.  It lasted about a minute and then—plummeted!  Typical.  Withdrawing and his cock spurted a little more spunk melting the Teacher of the Year!
	Mr. Mull collapsed onto the floor—missing the chair.
	Annette lay in a heaving heap on the desk her young mind totally lambasted.
	At length, though, and Mr. Mull arose from the not-so clean floor, heaved, whewed, and collapsed into his chair.  His hands shook and he was a swath of sweat all over.  His mind, too, lambasted if not frapped.  Slowly he regained himself and tapped the naked Annette’s hip having her move.  She rolled to one side very nearly falling off the edge!  She sat up though and felt very unclean.
	Mr. Mull was scribbling on the slightly dampened gradebook.
	“I think that deserves an “A”.” he said.
	‘No shit.’
	“No summer school.” he added.
	Annette pulled her panties on and slipped her dress back on.  She needed to go to the restroom and clean up a bit…and pee!
	Mr. Mull walked her to the door, removed the paper and she was off.
	Out of the Math Annex building, across the covered brick foyer to the English building.  At the crossway she could have gone Right to the brick path to the adjoining junior high buildings and the underpass OR go Left to the cafeteria and parking lot; cross the street to the donut shop and treat herself.
	While she thunk she walked.
	Ms. Ella Hooterliano’s English class was down that particular hall straight ahead.

	As far as Annette knew, she was borderline grade wise there, too.  Annette DID get an occasional “A” and she hoped that that would offset her other not-so “A” grades.  There were lots of “B’s” and more “C’s”.  Thankfully and there were no “D’s”.  Still, the Bs and Cs…how would that average with the A thrown in?  Time to turn final grades in was getting close.
	History class had her with a good solid B; no worries there.
	Social Sciences…grrr, she wasn’t so hot in that class but was pretty sure she was passing with no fear of having to take Summer School.  English—Ms. Hooterliano hadn’t called her to her desk to discuss extra credit measures or anything like that soooo.
	Still, just to make sure.
	Peeking into Rm. 203 and there was Tommy Kalfenaugh pulling up his pants.  Pulling up his pants!  The door was open only a crack—but it was enough to see eleven year old Tommy K pulling up his pants.  There was more movement going on, Donny Shambles was in there, too!
	So was Ms. Hooterliano.
	“Remember,” said Ms. Hooterliano, “keep this to yourselves!”
	OMG!
	The boys were giggling and then they were coming to the door.
	Annette bolted back the way she had come and hid in the small alcove by the double doors.  Janitors were in the hallway of classrooms she had just come from; Mr. Mull.  Her cunny itched, it was wet, she felt very-very unclean.  She hoped the boys would go the other way.
	They didn’t.
	They came bursting out the double doors giggling and joshing one another.
	They didn’t notice Annette and went out the open foyer to the junior high side and the underpass.  Annette held herself then re-entered the hallway making way to Ms. Hooterliano’s classroom.  Ms. Hoot was just leaving the room; she wore a tight black knit skirt and a rumbled top.  She was tall, in her thirties, long-long silk black hair, dark eyes, Italian.
	“Hi, Ms. Hooterliano!” Annette said brightening up.
	“Oh, hi, sweetie, didn’t see you there.”
	No shit.
	“Well, I kinda came to see you—about my grade?”
	“Oh, we’ll discuss that another time,” the naughty teacher said trying to brush her off, Monday I think.” As the teacher struggled to regain her poise with the jumble of keys and checking her cell phone for messages…
	“I was just curious if I was in trouble.”
	“No, sweetie, I-I think you’re getting a “B” in this class.”
	Annette “hmmmed” “I think I’d like an “A” better.”
	Ms. Hooterliano gave her non-prized student a whimsical glance conveying “I don’t think so.”
	“Well,” drawled the conniving vixen, “it’s just that I saw Tommy and Donny leaving your class.”
	Ms. Hooterliano’s face went ashen.
	“Uhm, of course you did, sweetie, they—they were in to check on their grades, too.”
	“Is that why they were pulling their pants up?”
	Ms. Hoot’s face went full bore charcoal grey.
	Fumbling with the keys again she re-opened her classroom door and the two entered in.
	After scribbling on the gradebook taking Annette from a “C-” to a “B-”,
	“You ought to be spanked!”
	Annette—for no other reason than “just fucking because!” raised her dress.
	“Ok.”
	Ms. Hooterliano was taken off guard.  She looked to the mischievous child,
	“What?”
	“I like spankings.” Annette said flooring the educator.
	“Do you?” said the teacher astonished.
	Annette nodded, pursed her lips, and had no idea what she was getting herself into now.
	Ms. Hooterliano sat back in her armless wingback chair.  Her eyes went down to the girl’s exposed panties.  The two exchanged long hard looks; then,
	Ms. Hooterliano reached out to Annette’s elbow pulling her in close.  Her hand went smoothing all over the young girl’s ass and then—
	SWAT!
	Annette clenched, gulped, and felt her heart beating hard (again.)
	“Is that worth an “A”?” Ms. Hoot asked.
	Annette shrugged—and she really had to pee!
	“Maybe more.” she said with an inner smirk.
	Ms. Hooterliano SMACKED! the girl’s hinny again.
	Annette felt a little sting…but also a little giddy.  And she couldn’t hide her smile.  Ms. Hooterliano was floored.
	Annette, holding her dress up, slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y inched her underwear down.
	Ms. Hoot’s mouth dropped.
	At 3:30 and Annette was laying across her English teacher’s knees; panties at her knees, and being bare assed/bare handed spanked.
	One swat, two swat, three swat, four!  The girl’s ass was bright red and stinging to beat all.
	“It makes me tingle!” Annette supplied.
	“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you!?” exclaimed the teacher.
	Annette, standing up and rubbing the hell out of her burning tush, nodded saying “Yep!  Sure am!”
	“Maybe we can get you that “A” after all!”
	Unlike Mr. Mull, Ms. Hooterliano had an office.  Annette with the English teacher there.  And there; Ms. H sat down in another armless chair reaching out for the slightly timid Annette.  Off came the dress and Annette automatically lowered her panties stepping out of them.  For some reason—she felt slightly embarrassed.
	Ella Hooterliano caressed the naked girl pulling her in closer—then swatting her butt followed by more caressing.
	“Let’s try something else.” Said the naughty-oh-so naughty teacher.
	Annette stood back and watched as the oh-so naughty instructor of English stripped off her clothes for the second time that day.  Annette was drawn back to the now naked teacher and position across her lap.
	SMACK!  The first smack was pretty hard.  Annette clenched and a bit of fear swam thru her.
	SMACK!  Annette almost cussed out loud and when she put her hands back to protect her ass—
	“No-no-no!” quipped Ms. Hooterliano, “YOU wanted a spanking!” and,
	SMACK!
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Annette blurted out loud.
	Ms. Hooterliano was smiling.  Annette’s ass was a bright tomato red; smoothing her hand over the blistered bum she squeezed a cheek then delved her fingers down into the crack; then discovered that the girl’s cunny WAS wet!
	“OOOOH!” she exclaimed.
	Standing the naked girl up she sized her up focusing on her cunny.
	The instructor thought a moment; then smiled.  In the small-small narrow office crammed with bookcases, filing cabinets, a crappy green plaid faded velvet love seat, Ms. Ella brought the almost sniveling Annette to that crappy green plaid faded velvet love seat…then laid herself out on it bringing Annette onto her.
	The infamous sixty-niner position.
	Ms. Ella had a shaven poon—and it was freshly fucked, too!
	Annette was so-so aware of what a 69er was; but she wasn’t that way.  Not gay.  Well, there was that one time—just that one time; at the Halloween party.  What a party!

	Ms. Ella began licking out Annette’s cunny.  When Annette “clenched”—Ms. Ella smacked her ass—hard!  Annette spread her legs a bit more and settled her cunt right on the woman’s nose.  Then she was faced with the task of “what now?” There was the teacher’s cunt and … and was SHE herself supposed to … lick it?  She hadn’t kissed a girl, licked her cunt, or anything like that.
	Well, that Halloween party night…there was that.
Musta been something in the punch!
	“Frankenstein was the first in line and the wolfman came up next.
	  Dracula was a-doing his best—breathin’ down my neck!
	  Jump back, make tracks, here comes the Hunchback,
	  Better get out of his way.
	  Fe-fe-fi-fi fo-fo-fum it’s a monster’s holiday!”

	Eddie Howle was Frankenstein’s monster; a little less than the described 7ft creature from the novel but he was eleven years old, too.  Corbin Rains came to the party late but he made a dramatic entrance—complete with accompanying fog machine and ghoulish attire.  He was Dracula and he was the coolest character!
	The Mummy came as Steve Hart.  He was twelve (and still in the 5th grade!)
	The Creature from the Black Lagoon came as David Lasso.
	Tanya Mak came as Vamprilla the Vampire.  Cool as shit costume!
	Margo Mankid was the Mistress of the Dark and … wow—what a costume!  It was a wow-factor and everyone wondered how her parents let her out of the house in such a getup; the long flowing attire was sheer with just enough fabric to conceal her breasts.
	There were others in attendance at the party including a few adults “supervising.”  There was punch, punch with extra “punch!”, music, creepy music to fit the theme, party gifts, door prizes for the best costume as well as the worst costume.  Annette came as a killer clown and won a gift card to an ice cream parlor as well as movie tickets for two.
	Eddie Howle.
	He was cool, at leastways he acknowledged Annette’s existence.  A nod to her and the motion was set.  They danced together and the mood was set.  They drank some of the extra-punch and they found themselves outside in the backyard by the pool house.  It was the Fall of the year (Halloween) so it was not only dark out at 7PM it was damn dark.  The only lighting outside was the patio light and the lights on on the corners of the house roof.  By the pool house there was no light…
	“I think…I think someone piked the spunch.” giggled Annette.
	“Probably.” Giggled back the kinda hunky Eddie.
	The two embraced and it seemed as good a time as any to get a kiss in.
	Almost instantly and Eddie “Frankenstein’s Monster” got wood.  Annette knew it ‘cause he was pressed against her body and she could feel his member pressing against her.  They kissed and then began “exploring.”  Tongues in the other’s mouth first then the hands.
	A grope here, a fondle there, and…
	“WHOA!” exclaimed Eddie as Annette found and latched onto Eddie’s cock.  She giggled and didn’t let go.
	Eddie wasn’t opposed when Annette worked his hardened penis out.  She had a good grip!  And worked it, too!  Whether or not Eddie was prolific about wanking OR if he was even a virgin wasn’t known.  And it wouldn’t have matter if he was.  Annette “expertly” worked her hand down inside his underwear fondling his balls, too.
	Mystified and perplexed, young Eddie didn’t know what to do.  That was ok, Annette did.  After getting the Monster’s cock as hard as possible she lowered herself down and flicked her tongue to his pisser.
	“OH MY GOD!” he blurted.  He had never been sucked before.
	Annette pressed her lips down upon the member and began sucking like a pro.  Eddie worked his hips back and forth bracing his hands to the slat wall of the pool house.  Good God she was good!
	Guiding the boy’s hand to her goodie she enticed the prey.  For sure and he had never fingered a girl’s cunny.  For sure.  The boy’s eyes brightened and a bit of boy cum squirted.  Annette smiled and albeit a little clumsy and a lot awkward she pulled off her panties, raised a leg, hooked that leg about the boy’s hip, then guided his cum squirter into her sex.
	Automatically and the boy began to pump.
	By his actions, his moans, his mouth hanging open—Eddie Howle had never been laid.  But he was eleven years old, too.

	Dracula—as Corbin Rains
	Inside the house and creepy as fuck music was playing; the lights were flickering and there was funky colored fog all over the place.  Too much fog.  There, too, was the strong scent of marijuana.  Twenty plus kids were “everywhere.”  Some were dancing, some were dazed, some were mingling and chatting.  Some were trying to get laid.  Some were successful!
	Down the hall where the bathroom was located and the funky fog wasn’t so thick and Annette was onto boy number two—literally.  On the floor in the bathroom and naughty oh-so naughty Annette lay on Corbin laying him.  Like Eddie, Corbin had never been laid in any fashion.  The door was locked and the bathroom light was off—only the nightlight was on.  Corbin was a little high; Annette was a little horny.
	With each UP and DOWN motion on the boy’s dick the girl was riveted.  She shuddered and felt incredible feelings tingling all over her body.  Both kids had their costumes on still and their faces were mostly obscured—especially Annette’s.  This left the boy (previous and subsequent) a little clueless as to who had seduced them.
	It wasn’t the best fuck she had had but it was ok.  She would have liked it better had they both been naked.  No sucking—just fucking.  Moving on…
	David Lasso.  He was a bit of a cowboy, he was twelve, and once rode his horse to school!  Nice boy; blond hair, deep sea blue eyes and had a great smile.  Dressed as the Mummy he was still “cool.”  In the garage was where Annette and David made it—under a boat, too!  The boat was on two “A” frames, a handmade wooden thing for lake fishing and it was draped with a heavy green tarp.  Perfect for enabling naughty shenanigans.
	“They’re playing Spin-the-Bottle upstairs.” David said.
	“Lame.” Annette replied back.
	David chuckled.
	“We could…go out to the garage if you like.” Suggested a wily Annette.
	David’s eyes brightened and his face took on a “What the…?”
	Annette smiled, twinkled her eyes, giggled, and had David Lasso by the balls…

	“Ms. Hoo—OOOOH!  I gotta pee!”
	Ms. Hoo—terliano smacked Annette’s ass conveying “You do and I’ll smack you!” however,
	“Go ahead, sweetie!”
	It confused the eleven year old; she clenched trying to stem the tide of urgency but Ms. Hooterliano’s wicked tongue was delving wickedly into Annette’s hot and very bothered snatch.  And she couldn’t help it—a bit of pee squirted from her cunny.  Ms. Hooterliano smacked her ass again—and then again all the while her tongue did wicked things to her.
	The flow was unstoppable and Annette began to pee.
	It didn’t seem to bother the woman beneath her.  She bucked her legs all about and Annette began licking the teacher’s pussy.

	No foreplay; it was right down to it—under the boat.  Annette laid out on some painting drop clothes and spread her legs.  Her panties from the last romp she didn’t bother putting back on and actually gave them to Corbin as a “prize.”  There was little to say and nothing to hide the fact of what they were going into the garage for.
	It wasn’t David’s first time sexually speaking; but it was his second!
	Dressed as the Creature from the Black Lagoon David’s costume was a little cumbersome but he managed to free the most important part.  As he lay on the willing horny Killer Klown (from Outer Space!) the boy began removing more and more of his outfit.  Annette did to as well also.  Their face paint had to remain (but was smearing!)
	As soon as David’s schlong was in Annette’s honey hole there was no stopping—even when an Axe Wielding Murderer (wearing a bloodied hockey mask) came into the garage too.  He was with one of the three vamprillas who had come to the party.  Neither David or Annette knew who the girl was—but she wasted no time in getting naughty!  From their vantage point under the boat and tarp the girl fished out the Axe man’s cock.  He wore something like a garage attendant’s one-piece uniform—bloodied.
	The Vamp went after the boy’s cock sucking it like it was the last cock on Earth!  The boy made muffled moans inside his mask and ran his fingers thru the huge black wig the girl wore.  She was actually dressed as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and got a mouthful of cum for her sucking.  The boy (later identified as Chester Mastersun, a seventh grader but from the same school) went near catatonic—just from the blowjob!
	The two then scurried their way all around the 1969 Cadillac currently being restored and nestled themselves between the car…and the tarped boat!  They were right there!  Right there beside Annette and David!  Annette and David scooted as much as they could and saw quite a show:  Chester and the girl, Ellen Generaia, got busy with the fondling of one another and then—then got like totally naked!  Totally!
	Ellen G was a girl in the 5th grade.  Annette didn’t have any classes with her but knew of her.  She was ok, nice, and well-to-do parents, and was a cheerleader (who stuffed her bra).  Anyways; once naked the two were hot and heavy with the groping.  They rolled this way and that and at times it was difficult to see the “action”.  There, too, were close calls where the two miscreants very nearly upset the “A” frames supporting the boat the other two miscreants were hiding under.
	The only light in the garage was from a baseboard light, a dim light on the automatic garage door opener, and a light from an upright soda machine’s keypad.  It was just enough to see—just enough to see when Chester slid his cock into Ellen’s pussy.  As those two got into fucking—David did so as well to Annette.
	David had to put his hand over Annette’s mouth as she began to get into getting her groove gettin’ into.  	Grabbing David’s ass and wrapping her legs about him Annette melded her body to David’s.  Chester’s cock pounded hard into Ellen’s twat and there was a lot of noise being made as a result.  David’s cock seemed to be enthused by the show and swelled with some pride.

	Chester was one of those quick cummers.  But it was his second load.
	David was captivated watching the two—at times at Ellen was on the floor and then it was Chester.  Each position and David could just see Chester’s cock slamming into Ellen’s cunt.  It was amazing!
	Annette was captivated solely by David’s masterful schlong.  Clutching his sweaty ass she closed her eyes and melted.  A tremendous tingling feeling blossomed in her cunny; she shuddered and that tingling feeling swept thru her sending her into a vortex of amazing sensations.  She was cumming!
	Suddenly,
	The garage door (from the kitchen) opened and a voice called out.
	“Anybody in here?” a male voice, an adult voice.
	No one answered.
	“Alright, then, I’m gonna turn the lights on in one-two-three…”
	David and Annette figured that they were fairly secure.
	Chester and Ellen…
	“Just kidding,” chuckled the voice, “but it’s eleven o’clock, time for some of you to start getting home.”
	The door closed—no light.
	Annette let out her breath.  Her cunny was still on fire.
	Chester and Ellen scrambled upright and re-assembled their clothing.
	Moments later and they went out the garage door to the backyard.
	“We’d better go, too.” David said.
	Annette shrugged, she was game for another round but whatever.

	It was quite an experience; peeing on Ms. Hooterliano’s face.
	Afterwards and there was more spanking—with Annette doing the spanking!
	Then there was more cunnilingus—with Annette licking out thoroughly her English teacher’s twat followed by that same English teacher noshing on Annette.  Pussy pounding came nextly and then—serious sex.  Body grinding, bodies entwined, rolling on the crappy green plaid sofa and then the floor—pounding-pounding-pounding their poons.
	Kissing, too, was in the mix.  It gave Annette very-very strange feelings.
	Was it gay?  Or just a romp in sexual perversion?
	Anyways, Annette got her “A” and passed 5th grade.
	Onto 6th grade!
 
	The 6th grade Halloween Party was at another house with more adults; strict adults.  Most those in attendance bailed after about an hour congregating at a nearby park making an impromptued party of their own—until the cops showed and broke it up.  So the kids raided a hotel swimming pool—until the cops showed.
	In between dodging police lights Annette made it with the Wolfman (Chris Harpsalott) and the Headless Horsman as Frank Steinhope.)  Both boys were in the 7th grade and were good at what they did—and Frank was a virgin so it was extra special for him.
	Then there was the Spring Fling where mostly 5th and 6th graders attended at the school.  Annette learned about 6th grade teachers; the good ones, the nerd ones, the creepy ones.  She feared math but was told there wasn’t much difference between 5th and 6th grade—more complex algebra and science but that was about it.
	Great.
	There, too, was an End of Summer Party; a swim party at a student’s house.
	Adam Woodmark, Brad Holdmeback, Calvin Idontwannago, and Dirk Schmerk all found favor with Annette.  And it was at the deep end of the pool while other partiers were party in and out of the pool that Annette seduced fourteen year old Brad.  They discussed the fact of whether or not one could have sex underwater or not.  Let’s find out!
	It was awkward.  It was clumsy.  And more than once they nearly drowned.
	But!  Dire determination being what it was…success!
	Brad didn’t get his rocks off but the few minutes of slipping his schlong into Annette’s cunt was alright just the same.
	Calvin, two months from being a fifteen year old (but still in 8th grade) got his cock suck on underwater.  He didn’t cum—but close counts!
	Dirk.  Dirk.  Dirk.  Dirk.  Annette found Dirk smoking pot with some other reprobates and joined in.  She took only a few puffs.  Wearing a neon yellow two-piece bathing suit she had the boys’ eye.  And soon, their cocks!   The naughtiness took place behind the two-story home of the pool party and mostly secure.
	The boys had boners one-two-three-four.  Annette flashed the boys; lifting up her bikini top.  At eleven and her breasts were doing nicely.  The boys whipped out their schlongs and Annette eyed them each and every one.  Then she reached out and tugged on them—each and every one.
	And from tugging to kissing and sucking.
	Might as well!
	The boys were out of their minds and thought that they were going to “get some.” And they might have had it not been for interlopers.  Other kids came looking plus an adult.  Luckily and shadows foretold of the pending bust and the gang managed to get themselves back together and look “innocent.”
	One of the boys, Cray Macky, walked Annette home.
	“I got some weed at home.” he said smiling.
	“Let’s go!” said an exuberant Annette.

	Cray Macky had a nice house; 2-story, white with yellow trim, lots of trees, flowerbeds, nice shit.  His parents worked; mom was an educator (teacher) and daddy was a foreman at an oilfield warehouse.  The boy had a nice smile and that warmed Annette.  He was an African-American, a little taller than herself, but he had some manners—and more importantly…weed!
	Two whole marijuana joints plus a small dime bag of more potent shit.
	While toking,
	“I’ve never seen ANYBODY suck like that!”
	Annette giggled; she didn’t know what to say back so she didn’t.
	After taking a strong hit she blurted,
	“I can do it again.”
	Cray stood up and got his pants and underwear down.  His cock was an impressive five-incher…a little more than a twelve year old should have.  Annette, giggling and being a little high stripped off her clothes and Cray followed suit.
	A twelve year old boy’s penis shouldn’t be more than three inches at Cray’s age.  But of course, he was black so…five inches then!  Annette, on her knees, eyed the monstrous schlong.  She gripped it, masturbated it, squeezed it, and while the other hand furiously frigged herself she devoured the boy’s more than average boner sucking him into oblivion.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Cray rocked, moaned, quivered, and blasted a hot load of spunk DEEP into Annette’s gullet.  He had never been so sucked.  He had jerked off a few times but a blowjob beat all that to hell.
	“Now you do me!” quipped the naughty oh-so naughty girl.
	Cray wasn’t sure but caught on quickly when the naked vixen hoped onto his bed, laid out, and spread her legs.  The boy eyed the girl’s cookie and like the Cookie Monster...nom-nom-nom.
	The boy wasn’t a particularly good pussy muncher but …
	Annette thrashed about bucking into Cray’s face until such a time as the boy’s cock said “GET ME IN THERE!”
	Annette was not opposed as the handsome black fellow moved up sliding into her insatiable sex his “fellow.”  Almost instantly and the young girl felt her juices flowing.  They coupled and blended their souls.  Like licking out her cunny, young Cray wasn’t particularly good at fucking—but …
	Then, THEN—right as Cray was getting his nut…
	“OOOOOH!”
	Little brother Fisher had busted them.
	Standing at the open door the little boy who was supposed to be at a friend’s for the day was standing there gawking.  The ten year old was well wise about what was going on—unlike his brother, Fisher was NOT a virgin!
	Naturally and there was an argument between the two.  All the while and the ten year old couldn’t keep his eyes off of Annette.  Cum was dripping from Cray’s cock—and leaking out of Annette’s cunt!  And all the while the brothers bantered back and forth about privacy and such—little Fisher had a boner he was rubbing to beat all.
	It came down to that he wanted in on the action—or he would tell.  And regardless of the boys’ track record of telling on each other to their parents they still tried to outdo one another with threats.  But Fishers’ tattling could be trouble; regardless of the track record it didn’t matter—even if it weren’t true; all was needed was to parlay the lie or truth to their father and trouble one or both of them would be.
	And the trouble of having sex with a girl in his room?  Cray didn’t want to think about it.
	“He wants to …” Cray over his shoulder to the still naked girl on his bed.
	Annette nodded and shrugged, “Ok.”
	Ok?
	Wow.
	Annette slid off of the bed and back to her knees.  Eyeing the equally handsome Fisher she waited.  The boy eyed her; her breasts, face, breasts, her goodie, her breasts…
	She seemed to be waiting for something.
	Cray nudged his brother hard, “Take your clothes off, stupid!”
	The boy hurried out of his clothes; falling over and being every the clumsy one.  His big brother was embarrassed and had to help get his brother’s pants off.  But once naked he stood and had quite the little boner.  Annette eyed it then took it in her hand and worked it.  She did likewise to Cray.
	Then she sucked the young boy’s cock; at ten and Fisher’s schlong was a nominal three inches.  And that was a big more than the average white boy dick at his age!  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and then went down on Cray’s schlong and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and…
	Fisher was all kinds of giddy.  All kinds.  Annette slid herself back onto the bed, spread her legs, and “invited” the naked sibling by drawing her fingers up and down her fuckable cunny.
	Again and Cray had to nudge his brother hard saying “Go get some, stupid!”
	The boy was a little apprehensive but climbed onto the willing girl and nervously slid his slobbered on cock into the girl’s groove.  The fuck was on.  While Annette moaned the boy made whoops and hollars—and he was just getting HIS nut when…
	“WHAT IN THE HELL!?”  Cray (and Fisher’s) daddy was there.
	Can we say busted?  Thought you could.
	Cray instantly was in panic mode.
	Fisher went on to get his nut in a couple of pumps after his daddy busted them.  Then he flew off of the girl flying over her to the other side of the bed cowering.  The daddy, Max, was in an instant rage.  Off came his belt.  He was a tall man, in his 50s, wiry, thin muscular build, and clearly not happy with his sons.
	Cray made a mad dash to escape the room but his daddy grabbed him wailing on him with the belt.  And being naked…

	Annette was petrified with fear.  The naked Cray was being mercilessly whipped; the boy did his best to protect his bare skin but the powerful daddy managed to hold the boy in such a way as his hands were unable to do much protecting.  The wailing ceased only when there was blood.
	‘GIT YOUR FUCKIN’ ASS TO YOUR ROOM!” yelled Max.
	The boy cried “This IS my room!” but he scrambled out of the room just same as the man glare suggested that he do so.
	Fisher screamed bloody murder and hadn’t been even belted yet.  Max grabbed his young son pinning him to the bed and wailing on him just as furiously as he had Cray.  Annette cowered in a corner; she wanted to flee but she was naked.  Her clothes were strewn about on the floor.  No escape possible.  She knew her fate and cringed.
	Before any blood appeared and daddy Max released the stricken Fisher sending him with a kick to the ass out of the room.  The man’s glare fell to Annette.  She whimpered.
	“YOU!  BITCH!” he growled.  “GIT YOUR FRIGGIN’ ASS OVER HERE!”
	No way.  No how.
	Yes way.  Yes how.
	If she wasn’t going to go to him then…
	Annette cried out “NOOOOO!” as the muscular man approached her.  Grabbing her and she fought back kicking and screaming.  But being more muscular Max managed to throw her to the bed and like Fisher pin her enough to wail on her bare ass.
	Three-four hard smacks with the belt.  They stung; Annette fidgeted, cried, tried in vain to protect her flesh, got belted a couple more times before relinquishing his grip.
	“I’m gonna call your parents!” he vented.
	Annette freaked, that wouldn’t do—that wouldn’t do at all.
	“Noooo,” she begged, “please!” her mom would be more angrier than Max.
	Max went on to chastise the naughty girl calling her names and seemingly buffing up like a bullfrog.  It was then that the girl noticed something…
	A bulge.
	A defined bulge in the man’s light gray industrial work pants.
	He had a hard-on!
	Hmmm
	Max noticed Annette’s noticing.
	“What the fuck?” he shouted looking down seeing the girl’s gaze to his bulge.  “You wanna suck my dick!?”
	“If you wont hit me anymore.” She said kind of meekly.
	Max paused—then dropped the belt and fished out his manly-manly hard-on.
	And WHAT a hard-on!  It was HUGE!  Nine inches?  Ten?  Annette didn’t know for sure but she could place BOTH her hands around the massive member and there was still room for another hand—or maybe two!
	Squeezing the member she had to endure some trepidations.  It was HUGE!
	But her ass was stinging and she really didn’t want any more  of that.  There was being spanked and then there was being spanked.  Closing her eyes she leaned in taking the man’s cock.  Just the head.  Rolling her tongue about the massive meaty member she tantalized the black man.
	“There you go!” the man somewhat chuckled.
	Diddling her tongue to the piss slit also got her praise.  Sucking just enough to take the whole head of the cock into her mouth got her even more praise.  When she began working the mamba into her mouth wholly—the man was left speechless.  He gave a little thrust fully filling the eleven year old’s mouth.  There was no way—no way that she could possibly take the whole nine inch cock.  Five inches and that was a bit much there—the cock touched the back of the girl’s throat enacting involuntary retching and gagging. 
	She sucked, though, steady and hard and then furiously fast.  Her fingers were still latched about Max’s cock squeezing and working the cock in a masturbatory way.  Then,
	Blast off!
	A huge—huge—huge gusher load of load exploded into Annette’s mouth.
	More involuntary gagging.  So much spunk that it blew out the corners of her mouth and out her nose!  And when she tried to quit by back her mouth off the squirting dong—Max grabbed her by the hair and power fucked her mouth until he was spent.
	“GIT YOUR ASS ON THAT BED!” he barked.
	Choking, spitting, retching, almost vomiting, a terrified Annette crawled weakly onto Cray’s bed.  Max stripped off his clothes and stood menacingly stroking his STILL hard and STILL squirting cock.
	She was about to get raped!
	Pursing her lips she waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long.
	Max came to the bed and to his knees—then put his mouth to her pussy and began eating her out.  At first and Annette was wowed.  Then she was wowed again as the man’s expert tongue expertly teased her cunny making her cum inside two minutes!  He nipped the lips of her pussy, drove his tongue DEEP into the recess of her pussy, SUCKED her pussy, fingered her pussy, then did up to the letter “F” in the alphabet bet before coming up between the girl’s legs.
	‘Oh shit!’ Annette breathed to herself, ‘here it comes.’
	From the onset of Max’s maximized cock touching Annette’s preteen cunt—wow.  The factor of WOW couldn’t be calculated.  A team of NASA engineers would need Big Blue and a few more to tabulate to Wow Factor young Annette endured as Max’s cock slithered into her snatch.
	A shudder.  Not like when she was cold from the chilly air but a shudder she hadn’t experienced before.  It started from her toes and tingled its way to her head where even her hair was on fire!  Her nipples were so hard she could cut glass!
	And her pussy?
	Annette’s pussy was in business for itself!  To say it was tingling would be an understatement.  It was alive!  Alive with electricity.  Max’s powerful cock had only gone half way in!
	More shuddering.  More tingling.  Then the cock was in.
	All the way?
	Annette wasn’t sure.  She was mystified and it didn’t matter.
	The man began to pump.  With each succeeding IN and OUT an electrifying fire zoomed thru Annette’s body.  Her toes curled and she was utterly speechless.  She fluttered.  All over!  
	With her legs “shivering”; body undulating, and that glazed look over her eyes, Max Macky knew he had hit pay dirt.  The vixen slut was his!  Speeding up and the man increased his tempo.  He gloated over the young girl and found pleasure in doing so.
	Never once did he “pull out.”  He pumped tenaciously straining now and then managing to drive ALL of his mamba into the girl’s cunny.  Where did it go?  Max found himself shuddering and trembling—she was a good fuck.  A good fuck!  He had already blasted a load into her mouth and soon—at the three minute mark, another load was coming.  He strained and felt surges of spunk squirting forth.  His neck muscles tightened and he began to drain his mighty lizard.
	“GOD-DAMN-SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he bellowed and power fucked the last few seconds before collapsing.  Thankfully and he managed to roll off of the girl and not crush her.  He lay nakedly on his back heaving.  Gobs of thick milky goo spurted from his prick.  Max himself now was “glazed” over.

	Annette lay in a funk.  Her young body was a swath of sweat.  Her mind was buzzed.  Her cunny.  Annette’s eleven year old cunny smoldered.
	Five minutes?
	Ten?
	No more than fifteen before Annette slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y arose from the bed.  She was in a daze.  Mr. Macky lay still heaving—still cumming!  Collecting her clothes and Annette got herself dressed and stumbled out of the bedroom.  Where Cray and Fisher were she had no idea—didn’t care, either.  She needed to go home and soak in the tub—for the rest of her life!

You’d a-thunk it (but you’d a-thunk it wrong!)
	You’d a thunk better that Annette would have stayed as far away as possible from the Macky house as she could.  And you’d be wrong.  The girl did stay away for a few days.  Five days.  A few times before that she tredged down the sidewalk coming within two house of the Macky house—then turned hightailing it back to her own house and hiding…hiding out in her closet!
	She wasn’t the same.  Her mind focused on that day; Cray, Fisher, the boys’ dad.  The spanking.  The fuck.  The fuck.  The fuck was unreal.  Annette wasn’t the same.  She just wasn’t.
	Finally, she sucked it up and marched herself to the Macky house.  Just she raised her hand to knock on the door—it opened!  And there stood Mr. Macky.
	“Boys aint here!” he barked surly at her.
	Annette stood breathing hard finding her feet cemented to the step.
	Mr. Macky licked his lips then,
	“You want to come in and wait?” he was dressed in a typical white tee-shirt and short man-daddy shorts and sandals.
	Annette was stupefied and couldn’t reply.
	Mr. Macky nodded his head and began to chuckle.
	“You came back for some of this, dinna you!?” and he grabbed his crotch waggling his man-thing.
	“Git yer ass in ‘ere!” he said bringing out his stereotypical black accent.
	Annette slithered passed the man.  She couldn’t breathe.  What was she doing?  But, it wasn’t like it wasn’t her first time getting dicked by a man, though.  Charles McShoon—the creep from the park; Mr. Mull…
	“Git yer ass upstairs!” barked Mr. Macky.
	Annette hurried up the stairs—with Mr. Macky right behind her.
	She headed for Cray’s room but was re-directed to the Macky bedroom.
	Annette was out of her mind—what was she doing!?
	What Mr. Macky was doing was taking his belt off…

	Annette was frozen in fear.
	“We aint here to play tiddlywinks, girl!” barked the man.  Off came his tee-shirt and just for show he waggled his man chest; flinching, showing off.  He WAS quite muscular.  Annette breathed hard-harder-hardest.  Gripped with petrification she stood staring wide eyed.
	Max Macky had his shorts down (and off) by the time Annette came around and began slipping off her own clothing—a short summery colorful dress.
	‘Am I really doing this?’ she knew that Mr. Macky would be the only one home; the boys were at the neighborhood park watching a soccer game.
	Mr. Macky had his white boxers down (and off) by the time Annette slid her orange tinted panties down.  No bra.  She stood butt bare assed naked.  So did Mr. Macky.  His cock was hard.  Mighty hard.  He stroked it and took a step towards Annette.
	Annette backed up…backed up to the great king sized bed.
	“You wanna suck me first or what?”
	Fear had a huge grip on the young girl.  Somehow she felt that this wasn’t going quite as planned.  But she was committed—she was naked!
	‘do it once,’ she said to herself, ‘do it this time and that’s it!’
	On her knees, eyes closed, mouth open…
	Max stepped up but didn’t go into her mouth right off.  Instead, he slapped his cock against her face and began humping thereon.  Cinching his manly meat stick right up against her nose with his hairy balls right at her mouth he face fuckd the girl, leaned back and smacked her face with his cock before Annette took holt of the member.  She clutched his ball sac and then began slobbering all over the black snake sucking it, kissing it, sucking on the cock lengthwise and then—then even sucking on his huge hairy balls!
	“God-damn, girl!” quipped the man.  He shook his head and ran his fingers thru her hair.  Then his cock was in her mouth and the suck was on.  Was his cock bigger than before?  She sucked hard, spurted and couldn’t help but gag.  She sucked, coughed, sucked-sucked-retched-sucked-sucked-gagged and got a mouthful of spunk for her efforts.
	Mr. Macky pulled out ejaculating the rest of his goo all over Annette’s face.
	Once more and Annette snorted cum out her nose.
	Any more cum in her mouth and it would cum out her ears!
	Again and the massive black man smacked his saucy cock to Annette’s face.  Another round of face fucking, tea-bagging, nose and mouth gouging, then—
	“Git on the bed!”
	Annette moved onto the bed.
	Max moved onto his knees.
	She was days away from starting her Period…
	The man’s wicked tongue once more did wicked things unto her cunny.
	Annette thrashed wildly.  Was this what brought her back?  Bucking into the man’s face and … and did he just giggle?  Annette felt a strange stirring in her sex.  Did she have to pee?  What would Mr. Macky do if she should pee on his face?  Ms. Hooterliano liked it.  Annette didn’t think Mr. Macky would and he might spank her for it.
	Spank.
	Annette tensed up; latching her legs about the man’s head she clenched essentially fucking his face until he had to come up for air.
	“GOD-DAMN, GIRL!” he breathed.  His face was full of sweat as was his head and whole body.  Already and he was breathing hard and looked for a moment as if he would faint dead away.
	Annette felt a little frisky; the whole sordid thing was more than risqué.  Fooling around with a man!  A married man!  Sitting up she stymied the urge to pee.  Mr. Macky waggled his cock eyeing the naked vixen.
	“What’ch ya gonna do now?” he asked.
	Annette was not frozen in fear but contemplating her next move.
	Which took too long.
	“What the fuck, girl, you wastin’ my damn time!” bellowed Mr. Macky, 	“You want yerself another spankin’!?”
	To wit Annette looked at him, smiled, twinkled her eyes then slowly turned around laying against the bed.
	“Well I be damned!” then “You crazy, girl!” picking up the belt he snapped it and then lashed it across Annette’s tender ass.  It stung, no doubt there.  She flinched and was jolted by two more swats—each one a little more painful than the last.  Keeping her lips tugged in tight she managed to keep herself from screaming.  Spreading her legs and working a hand down under her body she began to frig her hot box while her other hand caressed her ass.
	Max Macky stood back holding the belt.
	This would be a bad time for the boys to come home.
	They didn’t and Max Macky continued.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  the belt lashed the girl’s kinda tan butt three more times.  By then and Annette had had enough.  She rolled over, spread her legs, and fingered the hell out of her swamp box.  Mr. Macky had had about enough, too.  His cock was in the firing position and sperm was already soiling the piss slit.  Foreplay was over.
	Macky leaned against the bed smacking his cock HARD against Annette’s fiery cunt.  He chuckled and Annette peed a little.  Macky smacked again gliding his cunt buster into the girl’s groove.  Annette arched her back anticipating the fuck that was soon to come.
	Giggling, chuckling, snickering, Max Macky pushed into the girl’s sex seeing the head of his pecker disappear—followed by a couple of inches more.  Then to tease he pulled out smacking the cock hungry twat seeing that it thrilled her so.  As hard as hard as hard as he could he smacked his cock to Annette’s cunt.  The girl thrashed twisting her smallish body seemingly getting off on her cunny getting abused.
	Macky plucked up the belt and lashed it to the girl’s vertical grin.
	Not too hard but it was a definite smack.  Annette went ballistic.
	“OH! MY! GOD!” she exclaimed.  She liked it.  A lot!
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	“JEZUS! FUCKING! CHRIST!” the girl cried out.
	Macky stood grinning and chuckling holding his cock in one hand and beating Annette’s cunt with the belt in the other.  
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	The girl’s cunt was turning bright red and she had begun to cry.
	Macky didn’t care about her plight but he dropped the belt and entered into the girl—he had needs, too!

	The fuck was pretty intense.
	Macky pounded-pounded-pounded; each thrust seemed to be more than the previous.  And that was alright with Annette.  Her legs wrapped about the man’s waist; her arms clung to his beefy arms and she was in for the ride of her life.
	And what a ride!  Even Max fluttered—or was that his heart?  The man went catatonic seemingly like a rabid dog gettin’ his last hump.  Annette held on reaching apex after apex; flows of her vaginal juices flowed sending the poor girl into near convulsions of her own.
	It was electric!  The tingling sensation seethed thru her blowing her mind right to the end.  Macky gave his all thrusting a mighty thrust that Annette could feel.  Her mind was officially blown.  She melted right then and there with her cunny still electrified.  Max Macky pumped, strained, strained, pumped, strained, and then let out a tremendous breath of air.  Annette could see his neck muscles bulging and she was drenched in his sweat as well as her own.
	The man made a mighty groan of incredible satisfaction and rolled off of the heaving girl to heave himself beside her.  Annette couldn’t move.  An axe wielding murderer would have a field day filleting her as she just didn’t have the energy to move.
	Mr. Macky began to sound funny; his breathing was labored.
	“Are you alright?” Annette asked of him.
	The man didn’t answer but stared up to the ceiling; heaving, sweating profusely, and sounding as if there was gurgling in his throat.  Hmmm
	Annette felt wobbly and dizzy as she gathered her clothing and got dressed.  Every so often while doing so she checked the heaving black man and had a funny feeling about him.  Why was he clutching his heart area?  Annette shrugged and wobbled out the door and out of the house.  More than once on her way to her home did she have to pause to gather herself.  At home she took a long hot bath that soothed her aching-sore-smoldering cunny.
	Some two days later and she met up with Cray at the park.
	Cray looked depressed and not so much interactive.
	“Hey!” said Annette cheerfully.  “Wuz up?”
	Cray sighed, “My dad died.”
	A huge-huge-HUGE turmoil festered in Annette’s stomch.
	“WHAT!?” she exclaimed.
	“Yeah, my mom found him on their bed.”
	That had to be a sight.  The boy didn’t explain much more than that—like, why was the man naked?  Why was their spunk on his junk?  shit like that.
	The news bummed Annette out, too.
	Was SHE responsible for the man’s passing?
	Had she fucked him to death?
	Did he get what he deserved?
	More importantly, was there another cock out there like his?
	So much did it bother Annette and perplex her that she shied away from “outside” sexual relations.  She settled for, instead, diddling herself and using various household instruments and vegetables to get herself off.  And naturally, there was the new daddy to catch her at it.
	Like with Mr. Macky, she got her bare butt swatted.  She liked it.
	Like with Mr. Macky, and Mr. Mull, and the creep from the park, McShoon, she liked it.  And like with Mr. Macky, she got fucked—hard.  Unlike with Mr. Macky, she got caught.  They got caught.  Right at the point whereas new daddy was getting his rocks off in walks the mom.  Oops!
	Annette’s mind swam in a tumultuous sea of confusion.  She was nearing twelve years young and had an insatiable thirst for sex.  Thoroughly and she loved getting spanked.  She loved to have her cunny smacked and loved ten times more to have her cunt fucked—hard!  New daddy was so-so in that pursuit.  He spanked her and turned her pillowy white ass a bright red using his bare hand.  He was fairly “ok” eating her out but was nowhere near the talent that Mr. Macky had.
	The man’s cock was also “ok.”  Just ok.  He pumped to get his own rocks off with little regard to her thrills.  He did manage to bring her to the brink of orgasm and it was pleasurable and all; but it was lacking the dramatic umph.
	Mom provided the umph.  She went into a flying fuck rage that lasted quite some time.  In the end and Annette was sent to live with an aunt and uncle who had a farm way-way-way out in the country and way-way-way far from neighbors.
	“Let’s see you mess around there!” commented her pissed off mother.
	Are you familiar with the tune “Old McDonald had a farm?” with a sheep sheep here, a duck duck there, a goat goat there, a well hung horse here…?
	It didn’t take long—a few days—before Annette was “messing around” with the various farm animals.  Anything with a cock.  The horse, goat, dog.  And it didn’t take long before her uncle found her in a compromising way—with the dog who had nutted up and the two were “locked.”  It was a frightening experience for the inexperienced girl.  The uncle took the girl, once the dog was able to uncouple, to a hay bale and commenced to whipping her with a belt.
	Turns out, though, she liked it.
	First the girl was pinned to the bale of baled hay and struck repeatedly with the long-thick-wide leather belt.  Then, she was rolled over and legs hoisted up and a new round of beating began.  And although Annette wailed and thrashed about so…
	She kinda liked it.
	Also to be of note—the uncle kinda/sorta had a bulge in his pants.
	Here we go again!

It’s alright to mess around
	‘it’s alright…to mess around.’
	The words burned into her mind.
	‘it’s alright…to mess around…with the kids.’
	‘it’s alright…to mess around.’
	‘it’s alright…to mess around…with the kids.’
	Over and over and over and over…and over and over and over.
	She sorted the laundry; the images of her children “messing around” filled her mind.  In her early life she had “messed around” and her pussy had killed a man.  She had gotten kicked out of her house and ruined a marriage.  She had gotten pregnant before she was a teenager!
	Strange feelings were emerging within her.  Feelings yet untouched by years of marriage.  Sure, husband Erick was a good lover; he made her quiver, shiver, tremble…but had yet to make her “wobble” like Max Macky had!  Of course, in Erick’s defense, Max Macky had a HUGE black cock, too!
	Anyways,
	The kids were having sex.  Even her baby, Mackenzie!  And not only was Mackenzie having sex with her brother (and probably Logan, too) SHE had been on TOP of brother David!  OH!
	And Logan.
	Logan and his sister one-two.
	She had walked in on Logan bumping against one sister’s ass that sister was sucking cunt of the other!  It was a mind blower.  And any other mother would have went ballistic.  Any other mother.  Like her own mother.  But not Annette.  After her stint at her uncle and aunt’s farm, getting pregnant from her uncle, getting an abortion she attended high school with not so much fanfare about sex and/or sexual relations (with opposite, same, or “other”.)
	Laundry sorted.  Annette “Annie” lay on her bed exhausted.  After high school and into college she had gone almost “nun”-like.  Her relationship with her mother?  Non-existent.  Her relationship with her uncle and aunt?  Same.  She had to start a new life—a life without sex.
	Well.  Almost.  During her last year of college she met Erick.
	Before Erick there was no one.  No one.  Male.  Female.  “Other.”
	With Erick and she was revitalized and reinvigorated sexually.
	She strove to put her past behind her and quell her unnatural urges.
	Good luck with that.
	Laying on her bed and the flood of memories filled her.
	She missed her mom.
	She missed Cray.
	She missed her uncle.
	She missed being spanked.
	Could she deny who she was?  Who she REALLY was?
	A pervert.
	Was she?
	She had engaged immorally with her teachers from grade school and junior high.  She had willingly subjected herself to outrageous acts of sexual depravity.  And liked it!  At her uncle’s farm she had jerked off a horse, a goat, and a dog.  She had had “relations” with the horse, goat, and dog.
	But she was a wife.
	A mother.
	She was a minister’s wife!  Being a sexual deviant wasn’t a part of the program!  The illicit yearnings that dwelled within her she had managed somehow to quell and keep under wraps.  She wanted no part of her past; she wanted not to relive those sordid beginnings of her sexuality.
	But denying those feelings was difficult—especially after seeing her children misbehaving so.  What was she to do?  What would her husband say?  What would his reaction be?  He would be crushed.  Disappointed.  Heartbroken.
	Mostly disappointed (in her) she feared and that just wouldn’t do. 
	Her thoughts impure rested on Mr. Mull.
	The creepy guy from the park.
	Cray.
	Cray’s dad.
	Her uncle.
	Dunkin the Wonder Horse; Weezy the Wonder Goat; Terrible the Wonder Dog.  It was one thing to have illicit sex with adult men, teachers, her new daddy, her uncle, but farm animals?
	Eyes closed and fingers working her cunny furiously she thought hard of each and every cock that had invaded her.  The Halloween party!  The Christmas Party!  The Spring Fling!  It wasn’t long before her pussy was on fire!
	Knock! Knock! Knock!
	Annette sat up wide eyed.
	“Erick?” she called.
	No, it wouldn’t be Erick—he wouldn’t knock!
	Son number one—no, not that one—the other number one son.
	He stood at the door—still naked!
	“Mom?” he called.
	Annie sat up; a little petrified.  Where was this going to go?  There was no denying that she had feelings for her son.  She had had fantasizes.  There were unnatural desires.  There were yearnings.  But she couldn’t.  Could she?
	‘it’s alright…to mess around…with the kids.’
	Over and over the words swam amok in her mind.
	‘it’s alright to mess around with the kids.’
	Not so much during her adult life but thru her young life, as a child, as a teen, she had chipped away at morality.  There was no denying that she enjoyed watching the kids mess around with each other.  She knew Erick would have a conniption fit if he knew.  He was a minister!  He would never—never—never be so low as to enjoy the pleasures immoral of his family.
	Never-ever-ever.
	Well…

	With her eyes feasting on his cock, Logan smiled—and smiled big.  His cock was thrilled and there was a strange to weird tingling feeling rivering thru his body—especially his cock!  His mom was twice as old as he and a few years more.  But she was hot!  He always thought so.  She had poise, she had jazz, she had it.
	For a moment he lingered at the door—naked—with a boner raging.  His mom staring.  And she—SHE was naked, too!  She had been in the midst of fingering herself.
	She was hot.
	Logan entered fully into his parents’ room.
	He wasn’t told to get out.
	His mom began to breathe hard.
	Harder.
	Her mouth hung open.
	Her eyes widened.  Even more when her teen son came up to the bed.
	A million feelings rush about madly in Annie’s body.  She clenched.  Wavering on a razor’s edge Annie battled the Righteous side of her and the “other.”  Since adulthood, since college—er, after college, she had been Right shirking her early years as a sex fiend; physically speaking.  Mentally and the struggle raged.  Erick’s best friend; one of the church’s deacon, her uncle, a man here, a teen boy there, all tantalized Annie that when she and Erick made love—gush—she thought of those alternates.
	Annie’s eyes never left her son’s schlong.  It was of good size.  And had just been in the ass—or vagina of one of his sisters!  It looked clean sooo…
	Onto the bed Logan made his way.  Annie moved back a bit—and spread her legs.  Her own vagina was a virtual swamp box.  She wanted to say something.  A lot of something.  Nothing came to her lips.  She tried to convey to her hunky son “we shouldn’t do this” but the conveyance got lost in translation.
	Logan moved up between his mother’s legs—his eyes never leaving hers.
	Laying down and Annie conveyed submission.
	Upon Logan’s cock touching her cunny she shivered.  The anticipation was electric.  She shuddered and a swarm of incredible feelings she had yet to explore exploded into her soul.  Logan had firstly wanted to tease his mother but lust overwhelmed him and he delved into her sex.
	The fuck was on.
	He tried to go slow.  Tried.  Once he had slid himself ALL THE WAY in and then most the way out he began speeding up.  Couldn’t be helped.  He gave a thrust, a pump, and the fuck was on.  Caveman-like fucking began, fucking like it was the last fuck he would ever fuck.
	Annie clung to her son burying her face into his majestic chest.  Her sex was on fire!  As her eyes fluttered (and toes curled) she saw gathered at the door her family—minus the husband.  She actually would have preferred Erick to be there, though.  Could she explain the immorality?  Would he be angry?  Would he be pissed?
	Logan prowess at lovemaking quashed her concerns of fidelity.  She shuddered and found a growing orgasm blossoming into a firestorm she couldn’t quell no matter if Erick came storming into the bedroom or not.  Clinging doggedly to her son’s smooth sweaty ass Annie bucked back into him and their illicit union was complete. 

	Her mind was not her own.  Laying in a turbulent sea she swam floundering in a contentious bout of Right and Wrong.  She knew the difference but it was a matter of “do I care?”  She cared somewhat; the repercussions of her actions spoke loudly within her.  Erick spoke loudly, too.  If he were to find out!  OH!  Could she explain?  Could she explain about her childhood, her mother, her new daddy, the Halloween Party, Mr. Mull?  Would he understand?
	Suddenly there was Jessica.  Naked.  Grinning so big it extended her face!  She was a tall girl, perfect for basketball.  Thin build, nominal breasts, sweet ass, and grinning soooo big!
	Catching her breath Annie sat up—just in time to see her daughter “go down” on her.  Logan stood masturbating right beside her (with bits of cum still dripping from his prick.)  He smoothed his hand to his sister’s ass; then, while she began licking the splooge from her mother’s cunt the boy “took” her from behind.
	Whether or not he was taking her pussy or asshole wasn’t clear.  The girl grunted, made muffling sounds, and licked-licked-licked her mother’s cummy twat.  Logan was grinning, too.  So was Annie.
	So was Karsyn, David, and Mackenzie!
	Slowly and Karsyn came up to the bed.  She was a little embarrassed but came onto the bed with David and Mackenzie doing same.  The girls occupied one side of the bed and their mother while David sat on his knees on the other.  Annie reached out cupping her young son’s balls then lovingly stroked his cock.  Jessica finished licking clean her mother’s quim and stood back askew still grinning—but now with a face coated in spunk!
	David inched up to his mother’s face—drawn there by his mother’s tugging on his schlong.  She sucked it.  She did!  All of it; right down to the base and then suckled his fuzzy nuggets, too!  Jessica lay partly on the bed partly on her side revealing the fact that her brother Logan was indeed—fucking her pussy.  Annie fingered herself –Karsyn fingered herself.  Mackenzie moved to perch herself ON her mother’s face.  David moved into prime position—to fuck his mother!
	Jessica giggled and smacked her brother’s ass as he pumped himself into his mother.  Logan pumped hard and when his cock popped up squirting cum it was Karsyn who went down on him sucking him dry.  Mackenzie, poised on her mother’s face, got licked out righteously.  She furiously frigged herself and bounced a little before laying down.  David pulled out to shoot a bit of ejaculate and Mackenzie was there to suck it up.
	David then moved up the bed to position himself behind Mackenzie and entered himself firstly into her pussy.  He commenced to pumping stubbornly trying to get his nut; Karsyn moved off the bed then put her face to her mother’s twat and began licking in earnest while brother Logan took her from behind (poking his way into her pooper!)  then—
	Suddenly;
	“Well, what the hell have we got going on here?”  Oops, the daddy!

He came, he saw, he came all over the place!
	What a day!  What an unbelievable day!
	Kidnapping!
	Sexual misdeeds!
	Waylaying!
	Observing!
	Then coming home to a loving family…who were loving!  What was a father/husband to do!?  Like a deer in the headlights—the family of Erick were stunned; eyes in shock; busted.
	A minute.
	A long minute existed between the Head of the Household and the Family.
	No one breathed.  Then,
	“Hi, dad!” sparked Logan trying for levity—and less severity.  A lot less.
	His cock, still smoldering from all the shagging activity with the three girls he had out-and-out kidnapped for sexual purposes, called for attention.  His eyes focused on Jessica laying haphazardly on the side/corner of the bed with CUM oozing out of her pussy and asshole.  David had turned just off of his mom when Erick had come in—juts of spunks jutting from his pud.
	“Looks like I missed something.” His chest still hurt from the broken Crystal, his cock still tingled from the outrageous sex, his mind still was frapped from the Day’s events.
	Slowly, Erick freed his manhood.
	It was hard.
	It was gallant.
	It smoldered.
	The boys tried not to stare at their dad’s rock hard throbbing dong; the girls didn’t.  Mackenzie giggled and blushed; Karsyn’s mouth fell open; Jessica eyed the one-eyed snake with awe and … “Mmmm!”
	“It’s not going to suck itself!” Erick commented.
	Mackenzie giggled at her dad’s remark.  Karsyn—her mouth was still open.
	Jessica slid off the bed and made her way to her daddy; her eyes never leaving the magnificent boner.  Annie sat up with her eyes also on the magnificent boner.  Was this even happening?  Was this for real?  Was this a fucking dream?
	It better not be!
	Jessica wrapped her long fingers about the daddy prong; it was a little funky and hot.  And so big!  Smiling, eyes twinkling, Jessica put her lips to the glistening knob, diddled the piss slit then slowly-slowly-slowly devoured it.
	OMG!
	As Jessica sucked and sucked and sucked (and sucked and sucked and sucked) Mackenzie got off of the bed and onto her knees beside her daddy cock sucking daddy.  Karsyn was slow to move had had to be gouged by Logan.
	Jessica sucked but did not get any spunk—he was empty!  No matter, she enjoyed sucking, fondling his balls, and so on.  Slurping her lips she sat back grinning even bigger (if that were possible.)  Then Jessica offered the freshly slobbered on daddy cock to her sisters.
	It was Mackenzie who got her fingers about Erick’s schlong firstly.  She was grinning big, too.  Jessica had to frig herself and very-very muchly was in need of getting dicked—getting dicked by her daddy!  (and Erick was only too willing to comply!)  but first!
	Mackenzie very talently rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown edging.  After licking the piss slit she began her downward decent fully taking the cock into her mouth.  (where did it go!?)
	Logan’s cock was masterfully hard and he stroked it.  He had planned on stuffing his mother’s hot box but she moved off of the bed and onto her knees before her husband.  The obedient wife!
	What a turn this day had come!  Had he known his family was this way he would not have gone out and done what he had done.  His mind drifted as Mackenzie sucked him.  True, he had thoroughly enjoyed the shagging of Stephanie, Ambe, and Cyndy; he had enjoyed the unfortunate interloper, and enjoyed spying on the other shagger.  But he had to wonder; had his influence by the now destroyed Crystal had anything to do with his family now so willingly engaging in immoral practices?  Sure, he had instigated messages into their minds that it was “alright to mess around” but still…
	He knew by early mind links that the kids all wanted in one way or another to “mess around.”  There were yearnings but also fears of getting caught by others—especially parental units.  So they held off participating and enacting their illicit sibling love.
	With her eyes closed, Karsyn took on her daddy’s dick.  She did roll her tongue around the crown but she didn’t linger and didn’t diddle.  She went down half way then back up—then half way—back up to roll her tongue again then back down a little more than half way…and repeat until she was taking ALL of her daddy’s cock plus playing with his balls.  All Logan and David could do was sit/stand and watch.  And wait.
	Karsyn got a little spunk for her cock sucking efforts; Annie got a lot.
	After Karsyn had sucked her fill she leaned aside and offered the amazing prong to her mom who had come to get some herself.  Erick was out of his mind.  This wasn’t happening!
	Annie very muchly enjoyed sucking her sons.  She loved their dongs against her face and she loved watching them squirt their love cream onto her face!  Watching the boys fuck the girls, get sucked by the girls also pleased her.  Her pussy was on fire!  She wouldn’t deny her cunny and as she sucked her husband she furiously frigged herself until such a time…
	Erick felt the tide had turned; he felt a great stirring in his loins.  Off quickly came his shirt then shoes and slacks.  He was dirty, grimy, slimy, and in need of a long hot soak in the tub.  He had left the fate of the ranger woman and the three kidnapped girls in the hands of the Man in Black who had been paid off by the family man who got more than he bargained for.  The MiB was only supposed to engage with the family a little bit and not the extent that he had—he was just supposed to fuck the wife and get the daughter to suck him.  Oh well…
	Onto the bed Erick and Annie fled and the fucking commenced.
	The children watched; all fingering themselves.  Then; Jessica went to her knees and took Logan’s cock to her mouth.  Karsyn and Mackenzie took David’s schlong and all was well with the world.  End.