August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 22
Cum Stories II

(look out, it’s gonna be a big one!)
	Ok, first, let’s recall who’s who and where…
	August Moone (the First):  In the Alter World with the Gallowy family, a few stragglers, the kittens, and the minotaur.
	Then, August Moone (the Second); why a second Moone?  That hasn’t come to light yet, but it will.  Anyways, he’s at a rest stop along a highway (where else would a rest stop be?)  He’s traveling with a large brood of collectibles in a large RecVehicle.
	Also at the rest stop is Ben Wiccked and his Wickked wife; their story is in progress.
	And then Mack Nomad—he’s at Amberly’s home engaging in high immoral shenanigans with various collectibles himself.  His story is also “in progress.”
	Cameron Colter—a work in progress.
	And now… 

Macksum of follies
	All good things must cum to an end.  And life at the Jough home was no different.  Well, yea, it WAS different—way different.  Amberly and son, Allen, were fucking madly virtually every day.  Amberly’s best friend, Alice, her son and his girlfriend were engaging in the ever popular “orgies.”
	Mack Nomad saw that his work was done.  He still had no “direction” but felt the road calling him.  With him would still be the ever horny Ken Kandell; the chubby former security guard still had no desire to return to that former life.  Life with Mack was his only pursuit.
	Heather Carol, too, was a part of the “family” and a part of that pursuit Ken sought.  She was pregnant, too.  So was Kathleen, the next participant in the Mack (Sum of Follies) vaudeville extravaganza.  They were only a couple months along and Mack brooded.

	Kathleen’s son, Nathan, and daughter, Jennifer had misgivings about another sibling in their midst, but they were otherwise okay.  The two siblings got along very well with one another—‘specially with the engagement of daily sexual activities they shared with one another as well as “all around.”
	Nolan and Anna had become “a pair” and not long after leaving the Jough household, they were cut loose.  This after Ken, Nathan, Nolan, James, Brian, and Mack himself took a turn with the girl.  She was spanked and drenched in cum and pee.  Nathan took the girl in the ass while James drilled the girl’s cunt—at the same time.  Meanwhile, a showering of urine splashed onto her from the remaining boys/men.
	Ken had taken his time fucking eleven year old Anna.  He liked all the girls of the Mack Sum of Follies crew, he liked them all and could really pick or choose one particular favorite—they all delighted him!
	Nolan, too, received loving before being booted out at midnight behind the closed downtown bus station.  On his back, on his hands and knees, on his sides—one cock of the family after another filled the boy’s backdoor and/or mouth to capacity.  He was spanked, drenched in cum and pee, then booted out with the naked Anna.
	Jane and Elaine were also cut loose, in an adjoining city up from the city where Nolan and Anna were booted.  The girls endured endless spankings and cocksuckings.  They were spanked horrendously while the chawed dong.  Ken was the one administering the sweltering spanks; when the girl’s ass turned as red as puce, he stopped, spread the cheeks and pushed in his ever hardened cock for a long delicious butt romp.
	Elaine received her finale of the Mack Sum Follies crew while being on her backside, legs pulled back, and mouth full of Mack testicles.  In her asshole after Ken had spanked and fucked his fill, James and Brian fucked until they could fuck no more.  Then young Nathan nailed the girl’s cunt and her time with the Nomad was done.
	James and Brian.  The boys were still mind locked that they were hot for one another, but an occasionally romp with pussy was okay, too.  For their finale, they spanked and fucked one another, peed in the other’s mouth, then jacked off to coat the other’s face with their love cream.
	They were booted out just before dawn in the city Nolan and Anna had been booted to; Mack felt “destiny” was back the way he had come and not the way he was going.  So he turned the Nomad around and headed back…

	That left Shanna, the shy young private school girl acquired between Shit Burger Flats and Piss In the Wind Corners along the highway before the big city.  Mack liked her.  He liked ‘em all, like Ken, but somehow there was something about the girl, he didn’t know what, but she touched him.  (and he definitely touched her!)
	With his wily ways he had seduced her mind into accepting him as her “daddy”.  Her hairstyle and coloring had been “altered” and she was accepted as the sister to the ever present Nathan and Jennifer.  Kathleen adopting her as another daughter.
	With the bulk of the “crew” booted from the Nomad there was more room, but MORE room would be more appreciated.  Soooooo, Mack acquired a motorhome.  Naturally!
	Not a big gargantuan thing, something small, still “A” class, but not ostentatious.  It suited Mack and there was room for all.  A trailer was attached to carry the Nomad and give it some rest.  
	Before heading out of town back the way he had come before residing with Amberly Jough for a time, the newly acquired motorhome was in need of “stocking”.  Food, water, goodies, bedding, clothing, RV supplies.  Kathleen took charge of food, clothing, and bedding.  She also took her two bio children while Mack took Shanna.  Ken stayed with Heather—fucking and spanking her brains out!
	Shanna did regard Mack as her “daddy” but Mack noted that she still held onto to her previous life—it was a small thread existing in her mind that he was unable to unravel and let evaporate.  So she was only 99 percent secure.  He kept her with him and they shopped for RV supplies.
	In the aisle of sanitation supplies (for RVs) Mack sighted an interesting pair—a tall teen girl and a short non-teen boy.  The girl was skinny, not slender but skinny.  Nice butt, though.  Long narrow face, long-long dark hair clear to that nice butt!  Pleasing enough titties, tight jeans, burgundy top.  She was nice.
	The boy was her brother, he was about twelve and much shorter than his BIG sister.  Rumbled green shirt, loose jeans with the top of  boxer briefs showing, dirty well used green tennis shoes.  His hair though not as long as his sister’s was to his shoulders; not neatly combed but had some sort of odd style to it all his own.  
	A nice set, they seemed to get along well, too—jostling one another, giggling at the sanitary products; portable toilet, quick dissolving toilet paper, funk deodorizers, and the like.  They smiled and shut up as Mack and Shanna made their way along.  As soon as Mack/Shanna had moved to the end of the aisle, though, the bro/sis broke up into hellacious laughter.

*

	In the brand spanking RV former security guard Heather Carol lay nude on the rear bed, arms and legs stretched out, tied securely to the bed structure.  Her backside, mostly ass and thighs were a nice shade of puce; a gag-ball was in her mouth, she flung her head and spittle/snot all about the new pillows and bedding as she was stricken by the madness of the naked chubby man who had once been her partner (in security.)
	The “chubby” man who had actually lost several pounds since traveling in company with Mack Nomad, sported a massive hard-on.  He thoroughly enjoyed fucking all the young bitches Mack had brought to him, but his first love was Heather.
	He had just mounted the woman and was making anal entry when the door of the RV opened.  For a moment he was in panic as he had no “back-up” plan in place should he be in need of one; like, “Oh no, Officer, I-I was just helping this young woman up”  “I heard her screaming and I came in to help”  “why am I naked, with a hard-on?  It’s a figment of your imagination, and so am I!”
	But it was Mack—with two new peoples.

	Zena Marie McShaw and her brother, Zane Zachery McShaw.
	Zena was fifteen.  Her brother was twelve.  
	Under Q&A it was learned that Zena had willing sex with her brother, starting when he was ten!  She sucked his cock, played with his cock (and balls), rubbed his ass, then rubbed her nude body against his.
	For Zane, he licked her pussy, sucked her titties, and fucked her cunt.  He fingered that fucked cunt, rubbed her ass (with hand, face, and cock), but didn’t fuck the butt.  To both Zena and Zane that was gross.  When Zane turned eleven and indeed began to squirt cum, Zena got him started on “wrapping” his rascal for protection sake.  It just wouldn’t do to get knocked up by her brother!  The kids parents were devote Christians, their Daddy was a junior high school principal; their Mother was a nursing instructor at a hospital.  
	Ken looked upon the two newbies, smiled and waited.

	Zena kicked off her shoes, then pulled off her burgundy top.  For fifteen she had a nice rack.  The bra she wore was off-pink and had the clasp in the front between the two luscious mounds.  Ken smiled and his cock dripping some pre-cum got harder as he sat on the bed between the stretched out legs of Heather, watching the tall beauty before him strip down.

	Zena’s eyes of brown stared to the back wall of the RV bedroom, non-blinking.  She accepted all the commands given unto her by Mack who stood undressing himself behind her.  Behind him was the grand RVs front windshield, but Mack didn’t seem to care.
	Zena slid her matching burgundy jeans down; she wore a very nice pair of off-pink panties—matching her bra.  Mack, standing behind her giving her the mental commands, enjoyed the “back view.”  Mostly her ass.  The “ass” was nice, firm but not “tight” firm, shapely and pleasing; soft, supple, and just right for a cock busting.
	The gleam in Ken’s eyes prompted Mack to check further.
	Zena “bent over”, spreaded her cheeks and Mack got a gleam, too—the fifteen year old had a shaven snatch!  
	Mack checked her asshole, too—it was indeed virginal.
	Her cunt was not.
	Ken released Heather, she was controllable with a small device attached to her noggin keeping a Mind Lock 24/7.  She was sat beside the bed while the naked Zena took her place.  Ken helped position the newbie, admiring her clean hairless cunt.  More pre-cum oozed from his piss slit…
	Zane.  Zane was a nice looking fellow, especially naked.  Just a simple black tee-shirt with some non-Christian symbol emblazoned on the front.  He also wore a small earring in one ear.  (but his thick dark hair concealed it so it was a wonder if the boy’s parent’s knew of it?)  
	Unlike his sister, Zane McShaw had pubes.  Not a lot and not a thick covering, they looked as if though they had actually just come in!  After the boy had stripped to his skin Mack settled up behind him, embracing the boy and fondling the lad’s cock and balls.  His own penis rock hard and up against the boy’s ass, also dripping pre-cum.
	Before he fucked the boy, though, he wanted to see the boy fuck his sister.  The boy was willing, so was the sister.  Mack peeked into their minds seeing that they enjoyed screwing on a fairly regular basis—in one another’s room, kitchen table, living room coffee table, bathroom shower, back porch, back yard (right out in the open!)  -- but they had high privacy fencing with ivy and such so only the pilot of a passing aircraft could see them…
	They DID enjoy doggie-style, but Zane only prodding his sister’s quim and not her bung.  Zena enjoyed riding her brother’s prong, sliding her body (sex) up and down his shaft.  She enjoyed, too, being spanked.
	Being spanked.  Both McShaw siblings spanked one another—a lot.  They used their hands to begin with, but then stepped up to the Dad’s belt, their Mom’s flat (type of shoe to you uninformed blokes) and a ping pong paddle.  

	Mack saw the spanking(s) in progress and was greatly intrigued.  The two sibs were purely naughty, but not with anyone else and no one else knew of their extreme naughtiness.  Zena enjoyed whacking her brother off, sucking his dick, and watching him cum—but she was very careful not to let his spunk spew get anywhere near her cunt.
	In their minds they were home, alone—which was often.  Zane gracefully mounted his willing sister and slid effortlessly into her zex his cock.  Her hands clamped to his butt, caressed, squeezed and then began to spank.  Hard dramatic smacks as the boy began to pump.  After each swat she squeezed the cheek she had just smacked.  Zane easily glided his cock all the way into her, arched his back, locked his arms, and proceeded to enjoy a delightful hump.
	Ken couldn’t handle it and straddled Heather, shoving his cum squirter into Heather’s mouth making her suck.  Mack lay on the bed beside the McShaws watching as how enjoyable they enjoyed one another.
	“Gonna keep ‘em?” Ken asked as he pounded Heather’s mouth.
	“Didn’t intend to, not really.” then, “You want to?”  they had just unloaded baggage and hadn’t planned on acquiring any knew, just enjoying what they had.
	Ken shrugged and concentrated on filling Heather’s mouth.
	Zane concentrated on filling his sister’s cunt.  He was a fast fucker, in pumping and cumming.  He barely made the two-minute before unleashing his cream.  He made a dramatic pleasing audible as he came; his pre-teen ass tightening up as his cock strained some inches inside his sister’s twat.
	Zena, too, blurted audibly how enthused she was with her own orgasm.  She trembled all over, shuddered, and then embraced her brother for her own pelvic thrustings.  Zane’s prong remained steadfastly in her cunt while they marvelously rolled over; Zena straddled her brother and began pumping; Zane’s dong though had substantially creamed up into his sister’s poon, wasn’t limping out or softening.  It remained hard.
	He didn’t cum a second time, though, but Zena did.  Zane was focused on his sister torpedo titties—when she was in a sitting position, straddling her brother, her teen hooters formed a unique “torpedo” shape and Zane fondled them.  As Zena humped and experienced her second orgasm, she laid down on her brother and he took the hooters—one at a time, mawed, pawed, and suckled.

	There was no “kissing” involved, but that was okay, Mack would provide the kissing.  When the two siblings had calmed down some, they were parted with Zena rolling off onto her backside.  Ken had no disgust against cum and diddled his pudgy fingers into the fresh spunk on Zena’s cunt.  As Mack seemed interested in fondling with the boy, Ken took the rare opportunity to break in a girl firstly himself.
	And so he did.
	Mack, meanwhile, broke in the boy…

**

	“There’s cops and NGs around.”
	Mack stretched and peeked out the side window of the bedroom, cum dripped from his dick to his bare foot.  Little Jennifer Jobber came giggling and grinning and began sucking on the head of his prong—after wiping it clean using the boy’s underwear.  
	Kathleen stashed the goodies she had bought and waited.
	Ken was in a near panic.  The cops and associates were in a buzz due to the newest “missing” persons—Zena and brother Zane.  The parking lot would soon be locked down and no one would be going no where until a thorough search of all vehicles was made.
	‘See what you did?’ Mack chastised his cock.  Jennifer had the whole thang in her mouth sucking it dry.  On the bed young Zane Zachery McShaw’s asshole bled some but mostly was full of man spunk.  His sister beside him had her cunny filled to capacity with Ken spunk.
	‘What now, rabbit?’ Mack said to himself.  It was a cinch that the RV would be searched.  
	“Get dressed.” Mack said to his chubby naked companion.
	“Dress them, would you?” Mack said to Kathleen.  The changed woman hurried Zena and Zane back into their clothing—after a little fooling around with their naughty bits.  Shanna and Nathan—Kathleen’s son, Jennifer horny brother, sat together quietly (clothed) on the sofa.  Mack ventured out of the RV to mingle with the gathered crowd.
	As the norm for when such disappearances occurred, all those in the vicinity were called to assemble and told of what was going to happen—EMAD checks and then vehicle checks.  The National Guard had special equipment to check for the use of and/or possession of any sort of electronic mind altering devices (EMADs).  After that, all vehicles in the vicinity would be checked for the missing persons just reported missing.

	As usual there was always someone in the crowd who bitched about the Search & Seizure thing, personal privacy, etc.  He was quickly detained and stripped searched then beaten into submission.  Not a peep further did he protest.  The NG had super imposed powers of Search/Seizure and Persuasion.
	With the lone dissident disabled, the search for EMADs began.  
	And whattya know, TWO persons were caught with EMADs.  They joined the disabled dissident in the police van.  The search of personal vehicles was next.  Mack sauntered back to his RV, it wasn’t a massively huge thing, it fit in with the twelve other RVs parked at the popular RV supply store.  A grocery store and small mini strip mall hosting other variety shops and such were to either side, including a pizzeria and adult store anchoring.
	Three RVs were cleared and they left.  Mack’s was next.  Five NGs and a county officer came; all seriousness about them.  Other NGs and investigators investigated other vehicles; frantic parents stood angrily bitching to anyone nearby; a news chopper was in the air, a news van pulling into the parking lot.
	Suddenly there was an explosion from the RV supply store.  It blew out the glass and set off alarms all over the place.  In a word—chaos reigned supreme.
	Mack backed up to his RV, the NG scurried to the exploding building, peoples were scurrying to their vehicles and leaving the area—in a hurry.  Mack casually did likewise, smiling all the while.  ‘it’s good to have a back up plan.’

***

And now our feature presentation:
	“Boys Lie”
	Staring Craig Matthews  Kristy Thomlin  Maryanne Schweir 
	Dawn Raface-Schweir  Tricia Koshi  Stacey McDillion
	Mallory Ramsey  Jessie Harris
	And a few others in supporting roles.
	(notice there was only one BOY listed in the credits…)
	Hmmmm

Stranded
	An hour after “leaving the scene” Mack Nomad (in a minor supporting role) came upon a nifty scene—a stranded motorist.  Normally and usually the stranded motorist would continue to be stranded and none of Mack’s concern.
	However, the stranded motorist’s motor was a 327 horsey power packed neatly in a juniper green ’49 Merc.  It’s twin hoods were up, tinted windows down, a small gaggle of worried peoples staring into a motor bay they knew nothing about.
	Mack knew a little something.
	He’s stopping wasn’t the greatest as he saw the stranded motorist, pulled over nearly a thousand feet—started to back up but with nearly 40 feet of RV and trailer attached, that wasn’t going to happen.  So he made an illegal U-turn, nearly was creamed by a tourist bus and then a big rig.
	Eventually he pulled up behind the stranded motorist.
	Donna Thomlin had no idea what was wrong with the classic, her husband’s car.  “it just stopped running—for no reason.” She explained to the friendly Mack that while they were cruising along at normal highway speed “all of a sudden” the engine quit.
	Mack determined two things had gone wrong—the single serpentine belt had broken and there was an electrical problem—he could smell it.  Using Donna’s cell phone a quick call to a service station was to the rescue.
	Meanwhile, 
	Other than Donna Thomlin there was her daughter, Kristy.  She was approx. thirteen, long silky brown hair, tight pants, pleasing boobs, a sweet smile, tight ass.  She was curious about the inner workings of the muscle car engine, and a little leery of Mack—as she should.  Girl had insight?
	There, too, was family friend, Craig Matthews (please, no autographs until after the orgy!)  Craig had looks, charm, tight ass.  He was “model” material for a teen magazine, a star soccer player for his school, and had eyes for the likes of both Kristy and her Mom!
	There were also a pair of young’uns, little Karen was a step sibling to Kristy, a re-marriage had brought the beautiful long blond haired girl into the family and it was very apparent to Mack that Kristy didn’t care for her.
	Also present was a five year old girl and another teen girl who was “entertaining” the little ones to keep them occupied and not scared due to the “strandedness” of their situation.  Her name was Stacey and she was a hottie.

	Like Craig, Stacey was into modeling, teen magazines mostly but had two commercials under her belt with the potential for more and better parts in plays and such.  Her hair was “perfect”, her body style—perfect, her light makeup—perfect.  
	But Mack saw glimpses of her in a compromising position with someone in her family.  It was just a quick look, just enough to get Mack’s interest if he wanted to spend time fooling with them.
	He did.
	He saw curious glimpses about Kristy and Craig, too.
	There was clear opportunity to make naughty right then and there—but it was the middle of the day, kinda warm—real warm, and parked alongside the bustling highway.  Not exactly a prime locale for preliminary hanky-panky.  From the shoulder of the highway there was ten feet of dirt, strewn refuse (typical American highway) a barbed fence and then several hundred yards of loose vegetation until the thick meadow and beyond it a great orchard of some sort and type.
	The service truck driver coming in from the closest city said his ETA would be “about fifteen minutes.” Which really meant, “when I get there I’ll be there.”
	Mack was already hard pressed as he had been “interrupted” during his previous shenanigans with the McShaws.  So a “quickie” was in order, just enough to satiate his ever hard hard-on.
	One by one by one the stranded motorist were put at ease, oblivious to all about them.  Mack saw that young Craig Matthews had it bad for Kristy, and mostly her Mom!  But there, too, he wanted to snag Stacey and even pants Kristy’s step sister, Karen!  The cad!
	While Donna stood at the opposite side of the car away from the flow of loose traffic, Mack behind her working her not-too-white slacks down.  There were not-too-white brief panties to great him when the slacks were taken down.  He himself on his knees inched the woman’s panties down, parted the cheeks and “tested” the virginity of her anus.
	He was pleased to find it “in tact”.
	Reaching around he began fingering her cunny, she kept the fur patch trimmed and he found to his chagrin a “string” in her cunny.  It gave cause for the reasoning why she was a little miffed at her new hubby.  
	On the “rag” or no, it didn’t matter to Mack, he “pulled the string” and cast it away, then inserted his prong via the backdoor access.  Shagging along the highway!

	Mack felt up the woman’s blouse, squeezing her Mommy titties, tweaking nipples and having a happy hump.  He pulled out after a short time, he knew he would be revisiting Donna again…
	After redressing the woman, including sliding into her a new tampon from her purse, Mack laid Kristy down in the front seat of the classic Mercury.  Down came her pants followed by her panties.  Her poon, like her Mother’s, was neatly trimmed.  And Mack found that she was not a virgin, was not!  And only thirteen!  Imagine!
	Mack enjoyed the girl, noshing on her quim, nipping the lips and finding the girl very delectable.  And like her Mother, experiencing her Monthly Curse.  
	In the backseat was Stacey and the little ones.  Stacey McDillion was not an uppity girl despite having a well-to-do family and staring in commercials and print ads.  She was very sociable, likeable, and popular with many boys in grades/ages years above her as well as younger.
	Mack spent only a moment fondling her and was about to peek harder into her mind to see what was there that was so intriguing earlier when the service truck arrived.  Mack returned everyone where they had been last and then returned them to normal operation.

	When the repairs to the Merc were complete, the service truck roaring away, Mack made his departure, too.  But his interest in the stranded motorist was far from over.  Very far.  

*

Boys Lie
	With his wiener snuggly wrapped in latex it was time for it to be snuggly fitted into something warm, moist, and tight.  The anticipation was a mother, he stood nude and was even more handsomer than ever.  His beauty on the bed admired him, blushed some and was radiant despite being embarrassed.
	But it wasn’t her first time…
	Anyways, as her lover stood at the foot of her bed with his penis wrapped, she slowly shucked her panties—her last garment.  The handsome blue eyes of her lover watched as she slowly moved the green cotton undies down her legs, then off her ankles.  Laying back she opened her legs and there was the treasure all boys sought.
	The boy, Craig Matthews, sought the wondrous treasure of the girl, Maryanne Schweir.  

	Maryanne blushed more, pursed her lips, and tightened up her young teen body as her handsome hunky boy (not boyfriend per se) slid onto her nakedness; his teenhood sliding into her womanhood.  The mere presence of his masterful pud caused her to shudder just on the tip of his penis enter her.  
	Maryanne’a arms clenched about him as he laid his body on hers; his cock slowly easing into her cunny.  It wasn’t their first time connecting in such a manner, but each time thrilled her (and him!)  Once he was settled all the way in the boy began a steady bout of In and Out.  The pressure to hump and hump fast was ever present, but he held back so as to not be such a dog about it as well as to lengthen the enjoyment factor, too.
	Maryanne appreciated the slow fuck, but her actual experience and knowledge of lovemaking was limited.  In facts, Craig was her first lover!  She tingled and reeled all over, her toes crinkling uncontrollably as Craig’s schlong slid into her sex tormenting her (in a sexual manner of enticement).
	Soon the two began thrashing as their passion heated; Maryanne remained on her back but was “more involved.”  Her lover pounded her sex, his pud slipping out now and then and he humped her gash furiously before managing to slip himself back in.
	Their passion erupted to a super heated fuck fest; hands were everywhere, mostly to the other’s ass.  Laying on their sides their bodies meshed; Maryanne’s breasts squished right up against her panting sweaty lover.  Their mouths came together for an explosive bout of incredible sinful lust.
	Then they entered into that realm of where only an orgasm mattered.  They both sought the wondrous feeling that was only achieved thru tumultuous sex.  Their bodies became one; Craig and Maryanne clung to one another as their unionship reached the peak of their lovemaking.
	The “shuddering” enveloped them both; their eyes rolled, their funk filling the air as the collision of bliss gushed into a roar not unlike an untamed river—or a breaking earthen dam/levee.
	Craig pulled out of his young beauty; Maryanne lay still with her eyes fluttering, her cunny tingling.  Steam rose up from their heaving naked bodies.  It had been a wondrous bout; Maryanne’s nipples stood out and tingled as much as her cunny did.  
	Neither spoke, it would be foolish to do so.  Craig pulled off his condom and deposited it over the side of the bed onto the floor.  Gripping his pulsing prong he squeezed it—it hadn’t softened up much and was still strong.  It ached and caused its owner some slight discomfort.

	Maryanne gathered herself, diddled her cunny quickly and then scurried off the bed—after checking her bedside nightstand clock.  Craig watched her as she went around the foot of the bed and collected the spent condom.  She then made her way to her own bathroom and deposited the item into the toilet.  Craig remained masturbating—until he heard the shower come on and Maryanne poking her head out, smiling, then wiggling her finger beckoning him…

	Shower follies
	Showering with a girl was a dream cum true!  Though Craig had nailed Maryanne before, how many times exactly was not known, but more than once, he had never showered with her.  It was kind of special and he referred to his naked beauty as such, “Your special.”  It wasn’t that she was a whole year younger than he, but she stood out—to him anyways.  Sure at their junior high there were dozens and dozens of girls who “stood” out and were drop dead gorgeous—wore really tight jeans, or short skirts, or frilly dresses; but Maryanne was “special.”
	Maryanne Schweir was thirteen, had long brown hair, and was prim, proper, and modest—‘cept when naked having sex with a boy!  Her outwardly looks were that of a Plain Jane; her breasts were pleasing but not eye fetching; she wore dresses more than jeans; spoke softly and was very “nice” overall—kind, considerate, and pleasing.  (double of the pleasing…)
	In the shower the two lathered one another up—Maryanne bashfully soaped up Craig’s dramatically hard cock, cupped his balls and felt incredible tingling sensations between her legs.  (Craig had same…)
	In turn, Craig soaped up Maryanne’s nude body; he seemed fascinated with her breasts and spent time lathering them up before going over the rest of her body.
	Maryanne nearly rocketed thru the ceiling as her cunny was fingered.  Craig near expertly fingered the girl’s cunny, working her fingers all over outer area then into the crevice he had just fucked minutes earlier.
	With their bodies well lathered they embraced, kissed, and humped.
	After rinsing the soap off and no wrap to his winkie, Maryanne guided her lover’s dong into her sex—with her legs up around his waist, her back against the tiled wall, Craig’s arms out bracing against the tile wall and hoping like anything his feet wouldn’t slip.  (it’d be the shits if he fell, if they both fell and they broke their arms/legs, heads!)
	Anyways, they fucked.  It was a good fuck, better that his cock wasn’t wrapped in latex.  He understood the need for a wrapped weeny; a girl didn’t want to get pregnant.  And Craig wasn’t ready to be a “dad”, either!

	Their passion heated up the shower stall; they kissed and fucked with Maryanne seriously getting into the event.  Craig strained his arms (and cock) and humped as good as he could.  Feeling his legs beginning to go he slipped his hands down to Maryanne’s smooth as silk ass and gently albeit clumsily guided them both down to the shower floor.
	Maryanne didn’t care, she latched onto her lover, his cock still in her, and they continued fucking.  Craig thought of many girls he’d like to fuck, many were very pretty and had uniqueness that was, too, “special.”  But he was satisfied with Maryanne.
	Maryanne’s thoughts were harder to read.  Reason unknown.  It wasn’t something to be particularly worrisome, but something to keep in mind.  The “observing” of Craig and Maryanne continued…

	After the shower epic, the two lay naked still inside the shower.  Gobs of teen cum oozed out of Maryanne’s cunt.  Craig’s cock finally had softened.  They lay as comfortably as possible, kissing and groping one another as their strength had been zapped away by their incredible lovemaking.
	At length, though, Maryanne in worry about “time” scrambled out of the shower and began drying.  Craig watched her, her ass was a big draw for him; it was perfectly shaped—as were the asses of all the girls he knew.  Seeing Maryanne seriously helped him in the knowledge factor of knowing what all those “other” girls looked like (sic) naked.
	As he continued watching the girl, he masturbated.  And it didn’t take too long before his shagged out schlong was stiff again.  He admired Maryanne’s naked body and wished she’d go naked alla the time!  That thought brought up all the other girls he knew.  It made him happy and motivated him to move out of the shower and up against his beauty.
	She was nearly dried off and was beginning to fuss with her hair when hard-up hunky lover Craig came up behind her.  His arms came about her, his cock down between her butt cheeks.  He began sniffing her hair, kissing her neck; his hands groping her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
	Maryanne sneaked a hand back behind her, finding Craig’s cock rock hard.  Lovingly she stroked the meaty thing, squeezing the shaft and then rubbing the head up against her cheeks.  There was great heat coming from her lover, his wet body began steaming and soon his passion began raging.
	So was Maryanne’s.

	She turned into him, their mouths locked and their hands once more moved all over the other.  Craig opened his eyes and looked into the mirror on the wall above the sink; he parted Maryanne’s ass to get a look at her hole…
	From school he had heard talk of conquests—boys desiring to conquer the three main holes of a girl’s body—Pussy, Mouth, Asshole.  Not necessarily in that order.  So far, Craig had nailed Maryanne’s cunt, multiple times.  There had never been time or the chance to try for the other two options.
	When their passion began to peak Craig surreptitiously guided Maryanne over to the clothes hamper where he positioned her thereon.  Maryanne herself wrapped her legs about his waist once more and Craig took a nice look down to her freshly clean cunt.  He loved looking at a girl’s cunt, and he knew that all in all one cunt of a girl was pretty much the same as another.  But somehow, they were different, too.
	Slowly he took his cock in hand and glided it up and down Maryanne’s entrance.  Maryanne’s nipples perked up, her body began to undulate, and Craig entered her crevice for a third time in less than an hour! 
	The boy’s cock skillfully slid into the girl’s cunny; a few earnest pumps and then it was out, riding the entrance for a moment or two before going back in for a delicious agonizing hump.
	After a few pumps the second time, Craig slipped out just as Maryanne’s passion was rising.  In an awkward attempt by Craig to re-enter her, he poked his cock determinately to the girl’s poop chute.  He had no real idea what butt fucking a girl would be like—but he wanted to know.
	Maryanne had no idea what being butt fucked would be like, but she DIDN’T want to know.  When her butt hole was prodded she herself redirected the horny boy’s cock to her cunt and let him finish his deed there.
	A great deal of “deed” was unleashed seconds later.

	The sensations in his cock were unlike he had felt before.  They may have been but for the moment they seemed new—different.  Was it passion?  Was it pure untapped sex?  There was such a fury unknown but as Craig strove to reach the orgasm that was RIGHT THERE he was denied.  He was right at the brink of cumming but nothing was shooting thru his shaft.  The sensation at the super sensitive cock head was unbelievable and he only needed to hump madly a bit more.
	But he needed to rest, too—he felt his lust beginning to ebb and he wanted to stop—but if he did that then the pure joy he sought would dissipate and that would be that.

	Maryanne dug her fingernails into Craig as he ploughed her cunny.  The hamper she was positioned on was uncomfortable; the inset lip bit into her ass.  Her breasts were taking a beating as they were jiggled around so; and like Craig, she felt sensations of turbulent orgasmic bliss driving her mad.
	Craig pumped with great furor, straining his cock as if he could stretch it a little more and in so doing increase the tension that would finally bring forth the gusher that would satiate his need.
	Their bodies began to sweat—Craig had yet to dry from the showering!  His hands cupped his young lover’s ass, their bodies melding once more as their passion had reached its mutual peak and all that remained was ebb tide.
	More gobs of his creamy love filled Maryanne’s cunt.  Craig had absolutely no more in him, cum or otherwise.  Down onto the bathroom floor he went, heaving, panting, and cum oozing onto his midriff.  Maryanne diddled the spunk laden on her cunt.  She knew that he should have had his weeny wrapped and knew that he not doing so she would probably regret it later on.  Whether or not it WAS better with or without (the weeny wrap) she wasn’t sure—according to guys they hated their weenies wrapped ‘cause they claimed it took away the feeling.
	But boys lie.

*

	As he zipped up his pants he noted that despite her having her clothes (back) on, he still saw her naked.  That pleased him—a lot.  Quickly in his mind he saw many other girls that he would never really look upon quite the same.  Previously he and Maryanne had not been totally naked while they engaged in sexual activities—in the basement while sorting thru items for a charity auction; behind the train car storage contains AT the charity auction; behind the garden shed in her backyard; behind the pool house at a friend’s house.  But never had they been able to be totally naked.
	Maryanne sprayed the room with a bathroom deodorizer, then lit a scented candle on her desk.  While Craig had dressed he saw only glimpses of Maryanne doing something privately in the bathroom—it involved from what he could see one of those red hot water bottles hung on the back of the bathroom door and a long white hospital-like hose attached to the bottle, the end apparently went IN to Maryanne’s cunt!
	Craig had no idea but guessed it was something girls did after they had been fucked.  Sort of cleaning the crud that was spilled into them so as to lesson the chance of getting pregnant.  But it was just a guess.
	When done spraying she happily but briskly exited the room, holding and taking Craig’s hand as she did so.  The two made way down to the kitchen where Maryanne poured them some fresh lemonade.  Just a sip later and Maryanne’s step sister came home.
	Dawn.
	Dawn Raface-Schweir was a beauty, too.  Her Dad had married Maryanne’s recently divorced Mom.  Dawn’s Mom dying in an auto wreck years earlier.  The two girls got along, they were the same age by coincidence and though not biologically connected they connected in other ways.  (more on that later…)
	Dawn had strawberry blond hair—and lots of it; styled in a manner that was near professionally; she had a natural skill-talent; was more outgoing than Maryanne but still reserved, too, in some respects.  She was incredibly friendly and virtually always happy.
	“Hi guys!” she said cheerfully bounding in.  Slinging her bookbag down she plopped into a chair at the table, “Whew!” she exclaimed, “those kids at the Center can wear you in no time!” but she didn’t mind, she loved the kids and they loved her.
	Maryanne poured her a glass of lemonade and the general chit-chat began.  Craig not so much into it sipped the lemonade and munched on some fudge—all the while noting how wondrous it would be to see Dawn naked.  Virtually he could see her naked as she was—despite her wearing a blue top with lace trim, not too tight jeans.  Occasionally she would glance to him while she yapped ceaselessly with Maryanne.  
	Craig could see her bra image thru her top, and just the hint of her panties when she walked.  He wondered if she were a virgin.  Maybe.  Even if she were she’d still be “tight” he figured.  Would she let him doink her up the butt?  How about a blow job?  Craig was dying to know how a blow job felt.
	Suddenly in came a mutual friend of them all, but mostly of Maryanne and Dawn, Kristy.  Kristy was another girl Craig wanted to see naked; she was a tomboy, a star pitcher for the school team; she had pleasing looks but never-ever would be caught dead in a dress, or even a skirt.  She had a nice face and many times when no other girl would surface to his mind—he thought of Kristy and thought of him jacking off onto her face!  The cad!

	“Hey, the Rodowskies need a sitter and Stacey’s out of town.” Kristy said interrupting Craig’s thoughts.
	Both Maryanne and Dawn exclaimed “Oh no!”
	Craig knew the Rodowskies, they had triplet boys, age seven and they were a handful.  It required usually more than one sitter to keep them in line.  But somehow another mutual friend, Stacey McDillion, was able to tame them and handle them on her own.
	“I’ve got the Gabor twins evening.” stated Dawn.
	“Looks like you and me!” chortled slightly Kristy to Maryanne.
	The girls slammed their drinks, grabbed some fudge pieces and head out.  Craig set wrinkling his nose, shaking his head.
	“What?” asked Dawn.
	“I don’t know how you girls do it.” he replied.
	“Do what?”
	“All this babysitting stuff.”
	“We like it.”
	“Yeah, it sounds really cool but not very profitable.”
	Dawn giggled, her breasts jiggled.  “Yeah, there is that.” then she explained, “most of our profit goes back into the club; buy stuff for the kids parties and stuff.”
	“Do you have anything for yourselves?”
	“Sometimes, but usually not.”  She laughed and shrugged it off, “It’s not about profit, though, it’s for the kids.  We have a good time and it’s not big deal that we’re not making any money.”
	The two smiled at one another and a lull fell upon them.  This lasted only a moment, a glance to the kitchen wall clock and Dawn stated, “I’d better clean up this stuff before our parents come home.”  Craig stood up and suddenly realized that he had an intense boner raging in his pants.  Dawn saw it, too.  She blushed, smiled, and took the plates to the dishwasher.  Craig covertly slipped by Dawn’s bent over butt—the desire to bang her right then and there was incredible.  Somehow he managed to ease by her and grab the washrag from the sink.  He began wiping down the table as Dawn returned the lemonade pitcher to the refrigerator.  
	While Craig rinsed out the washrag, Dawn passed behind him, pushing the breakfast chair back into the table.  In doing so their butts touched.  The two were friends; she and her Mom had lived on the other side of town and once married to Maryanne’s Dad they moved in with Maryanne and her Dad.  They two (adults) had been married a little over a year.  

	During that time Craig HAD held her in a friendly squeeze, held her hand during an impromptu dance, and saw her in a nice-very nice one piece swimsuit.
	“So, do you and Maryanne--”
	She didn’t finished, she didn’t need to.
	Craig blushed, faked embarrassment, shook his head, No,
	“We’re just friends--”
	“But you two would be great together!”
	Craig felt his cock surging and it wouldn’t be long before there was a blast off.  Cumming off in his underwear was gross.  He stood embarrassed against the sink counter finally turning around—curious as to what Dawn would do if she noted his prominent boner.
	Dawn put away the fudge, continued chatting about how she thought Craig and Maryanne would be good together.  Craig didn’t answer but stared at the floor and appeared to be quite embarrassed.  Dawn shut up and slowly crossed the way back to him.  “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” she said; she spoke distinctly, directly.  She held his hands and they looked into one another’s eyes.
	Craig became genuinely embarrassed and looked away.
	“She’d be lucky to have you as a boyfriend.” she persisted.  This only put Craig into overdrive—he wanted to flee, his cock began to die down.
	“I know every girl in your class wants you, especially that Mandy Galvin.”
	Craig shrugged.
	“I-I think you’re prettier than she is.”
	Dawn smiled big, her eyes twinkling.  Her body pressed against his; Craig’s hands slipped around her waist and soon the magnetism was too much to resist and they were kissing.  
	“You’re way prettier than those other girls.” Craig said.  He moved his fingers gently thru her hair, their eyes gleaming—‘specially Dawn’s.
	“You’re different than those other girls, you’re special.”
	Dawn pressed herself against his body, snaking one hand up around him with her hand slipping down between their bodies finding his dramatic hard-on.
	And boys lie.

*

	Craig couldn’t hold it and shuddered uncontrollably all over.  Dawn’s smile turned to a grin.  She clung to him all the tighter all the while gouging the heel of her hand to his bone.  She had him.  Craig was in dire ache and apparently no longer in control of the situation.  
	Dawn licked her lips, she wore a light lip gloss and Craig did regard her as one of the prettiest girls he knew.
	“You just want to get into my pants!” quipped back Dawn.
	“I don’t think they’d fit me.” he chortled back.
	Dawn giggled and pressed her lips to his.  
	Craig moved his hands down to her butt and began making small circles; his heart racing, cock throbbing.  Their mouths latched tightly with tongues afire dancing within.  Their passion began to heat up significantly…
	Dawn’s eyes fluttered; Craig’s hands moved inside the back of her off-pink jeans—which was made easier as Dawn had undone them.  With the garment sliding down Craig was near to the melting point.  His hands expertly slipped inside her panties and squeezed bare ass flesh.
	Craig let out a little moan.
	Craig let out another moan with his eye lids fluttering as Dawn unzipped HIS pants and fondled for his johnny.  She had a nice grip and smoothed her hand up and down his erection, squeezing it and tantalizing his cinched up testicle sac.  
	Keeping their mouths together Dawn pulled off her outer shirt, then her pink top.  Craig undone her bra and felt himself melting away then super heating all at the same time.  Their mouths had to part when removing Dawn’s top and Craig’s shirt.  Dawn stood back allowing Craig to gawk at her teenage breasts—his cock waggled straight and narrow (and damn hard!)
	Dawn gripped the dick, squeezing it and seemingly admiring it.
	Craig’s mind was in uproar.  The girl had him and could do anything she wanted—could make HIM do anything she wanted.  All she did, though, was caress the pud as she seemed greatly captivated.
	The boy seemed in great agony and then…

	Dawn stood topless and clad just in her pinkish panties, her pants at her ankles.  Craig stepped up to her, pulling her to him and embracing for a long one minute kiss.  Thereafter he caressed her, turning her around.  His hands began caressing her belly, up to her breasts and then down to the area her panties covered.  Dawn herself slid the garment down; Craig’s cock nestling nicely down between her cheeks.
	Giggling and blushing the teens stepped out of their clothes and once more embraced—Craig’s cock pressed up against Dawn’s belly.  They kissed deeply and passionately before Dawn’s ass met the breakfast table.  She was at the right height and settled herself right on it.  With her legs about Craig’s waist her sex was open for invading…
*

	Craig’s knowledge about “virgins” and non-virgins was limited, he understood vaguely that a guy could tell if a girl he fucked was a virgin or not if afterwards there was blood on his dick—from breaking her cherry.  Craig slammed his dick into Dawn’s hot cock hungry cunt and determined that she was “snug” but not one hundred percent “tight.”
	But to Craig he knew know different—not that it would matter; sinking his pud into a juicy cunt overrode whether it was virginal or not.  Dawn’s twat graciously accepted his cock, taking it in as if it were a snake devouring its prey.  
	Dawn ran her hands up and down Craig’s arms, her legs about his waist she was somewhat “locked” into position.  Every inch of his teenhood thrilled her; she shuddered when it slid IN and trembled when it slid out.  Their bodies sweated, mingled, and the endurance of Craig’s lifetime was to begin.
	Striving to get his nuts off was quite an event—he had never cum off multiple times in the same day before and he had already gone twice as much times already!  He felt every fiber of his being on fire, but it was a good feeling nonetheless.
	Two minutes came and Craig was nowhere close to blowing his wad.
	Dawn had cum, though.  A huge shiver had seethed thru her young not quite fourteen year old body and she couldn’t believe how incredible it was.  She clung to her lover, pressing her breasts against his sweaty chest—awkwardly their mouths found one another and they kissed fiercely with an ever increasing passion.

	At three minutes Craig still strove to get off.  He had slowed his pace, pulling out to soothe his aching cock to hump the girl’s juiced up snatch.  Greatly did he want to slam into her asshole, but was clumsy on the effort and Dawn guided it back where it belonged.
	Finally, just after the four minute mark a fantastic released of cum jutted out his piss slit and coated the back wall of Dawn’s pussy.  Then the real fucking began…

	He was pretty sure that if he wanted to, he could stuff himself into her asshole.  But it wasn’t a matter of if he “wanted to” as it was if he “could to.”  Er, if he was capable of stuffing himself into her asshole—after humping the girl’s cunt for a little over four minutes he was more than just simply spent…
	Somehow he managed to keep himself from collapsing onto the floor and leaned against the kitchen counter fondling his cum squirter.  Dawn laid out on the table, her legs hanging off with his cum oozing out of her cunny.  His cock ached, badly.  It was an ache like he had never had before—he was not an avid/daily masturbator—he saved his schlong for a girl’s pussy!
	At length Dawn sat up, she diddled her pussy and didn’t seem pleased with the spunk laden thereon.  Bits and trails of cum leaked from Craig’s cock, too.  Slowly the girl slid off of the table and made for the sink and the washrag, then she paused and blushing said,
	“How ‘bout a shower?”
	‘What?  Another one?’
	there was some slight fear that the two girls (Maryanne/Dawn) just might SHARE what had transpired with hunky Craig.  And that would be bad—very bad.  He liked the girls and they liked him, he was actually a fixture with the girls, their close friends and the kids that they babysat for as a club unit.  He himself even helped out when the girls were stretched and the kids liked him, too.
	Picking up their clothes they moved quickly then down the hall from the kitchen to the hall bathroom.  Craig followed behind Dawn, watching her ass jiggle and thrill him all the more.  In the bathroom she leaned into the bath/shower, stretching.  Although he had just scrogged the girl, he wanted to do her again.  Her nude body was fantastic; long, slender, and fuckable.
	With the shower going the two entered and once more Craig was lathered up.  His cock stood out harder than it had ever been—he regarded (to himself) that Dawn was a bit more prettier than Maryanne.
	Boys lie…

	It was some fun (in the shower); the two teen lovers embraced one another with mouths clamped to the other while their hands roamed the other’s body.  Craig spent a great deal of time caressing Dawn’s backside, then fingering her crack, diddling her asshole.  With his cock screaming hard, his only relief was to angled down to Dawn’s cunt and gouge it.
	Before rinsing off and with a still massively hard cock, Craig had Dawn turned about—enjoying embracing her, caressing her breasts and fingering out her glorious cunny.  Meanwhile, his cock snuggled up against the girl’s ass crack.  After some serious diddling of the associative pussy, Craig began backdoor banditry.
	Surprisingly, Dawn seemed receptive—leaning forward with her head just under the shower head.  Craig made dutiful entry with his soaped up cock, Dawn parting her own cheeks and it was a done deal.
	Not quite.
	Dawn’s hole was a little tight—very tight.  Craig fingered it, applied spittle and soap and then with absolute determination began making dogged anal entry.  Dawn groaned and made other noises but otherwise took the “offering.”  Craig looked over Dawn’s naked backside, specifically her ass and his cock going into it.  It helped strengthen his shagged out schlong and endure the incredible snugness of the girl’s asshole.
	Just as his cock was an inch from being completely into the girl’s asshole, the bathroom door opened!

*
	
	Nothing like a little panic in your life to get your cum to squirt prematurely.  Luckily, though, for the hall bathroom the bath/shower had not one of those glass doors but a vinyl curtain.  Dawn quickly peeked out to see who had barged in despite the obvious sound of a shower going.
	It was her mother.
	Oh, is that all?
	HER MOTHER!
	“What are you doing using the downstairs shower?” she asked as she did something at the sink.  
	“It was here.” Dawn replied.
	Craig’s cock languished out of Dawn’s ass(hole)—his hands still on her and although the situation was potentially dangerous—very dangerous, Craig found himself kind of strangely aroused!  Slowly his cock returned to stiff mode and he RE-INSERTED it into Dawn’s crapper!
	Meanwhile, Dawn and her mother, Lynette, chatted.
	The scent-perfume Lynette wore enticed Craig, enticed him greatly.  He didn’t know if it was the perfume he smelled; his cock in Dawn’s asshole, being in the shower naked with Dawn, or what—but he was extra horny and every inch of his teenhood was Dawn’s pooper.
	For a moment he thought of Dawn’s mom.  He thought of Dawn’s mom in the shower with him in the same position as her Dawn!  The thought caused him to SHOVE his prick into Dawn’s crapper and began to pump!  He no longer cared if he got busted.
	Dawn was in panic mode.  She flailed her arms behind her trying to make her horndog boffer to stop.  But the horndog boffer was in Fuck Mode and nothing shy of an axe murderer coming thru the vinyl curtain was going to stop him.
	“Well,” stated Dawn’s mom, “I’ve got to go pick up your father and take him to get his car.” (the new daddy’s car was in the shop)  she completed fussing with her face and hair and exited the bathroom.
	Dawn sighed relief, her pretty eyes catching sight of her pants and panties on the floor, along with Craig’s…

	Dawn whipped around when she gathered herself, at first she was anger, but not too badly.  Mostly she was still in fear of being nearly busted. But then she smiled.
	“It was kind of cool, huh?” she giggled.  Craig embraced her, they kissed, and enjoyed several minutes of intense loving (while standing up).  Soon, though, with Craig’s cock raging hard, Dawn turned about to let him complete his task.
	This time the boy was able to complete his task uninterrupted.

*

	Mack found great interest in the teen boy, Craig, great interest—and potential.  There was no involvement from Mack in anyway, he was purely in Observing Mode.  After the shower epic with Dawn the interesting boy, Craig Matthews, got even more interesting.

Boys Lie Part II
	Time:  3 days after the Shower Shagging epic at the Schweir house
	Place:  mutual friend Thomlin home
	Present:  Kristy Thomlin and horndog Craig Matthews
	Situation:  party; party for the multitude of kids Kristy and her six close girlfriends babysit for as a club function

	The primary setting for the party was the kitchen; ice cream cake and such as one of the kids was having a birthday and the girls were throwing a special birthday party for her.  As many as six other kids, possibly two or three more, were coming.  All the profit the girls had made babysitting the kids had gone to the party.  Craig didn’t see the point of babysitting when there was no profit.  He didn’t see that the “CLUB” the girls had formed was being very businesslike.
	Anyways, he was there to help out.  (but of course, he had an altruistic reason, too) of course!  He helped set out the plates and carried on a general chit-chat banter with Kristy.  Kristy was curious if there was anything “special” going on between he and Maryanne.
	“Not that I know of.” He replied.  ‘Except for when I’m doinking her in her bed and in the shower.’
	“She likes you.” Kristy stated.
	“Uh, “like-like” you mean?”
	Kristy shrugged, she was more (or less) trying to get Craig to admit to something.  She kinda liked him, too.
	Craig moved around Kristy getting party favors from a counter just beyond her; as he past by her her butt pooched out as she bent over stretching across the table to place place settings.  Craig’s hard-on prominently hard pressed gingerly against her.
	Kristy whirled around and looked for a couple of seconds as if she were going to rip him in two.  But Craig kept going to get the party favors from the counter.  The kitchen was small and would have been better if the party would be in the dinning room—but Kristy’s mother (also hot) nixed that.  The party would take place only in the kitchen.  With the extra leaves to the breakfast table it made passing around the outside of the table kinda difficult.
	Kristy let it go realizing it was innocent.  Craig realized Kristy wasn’t into shenanigans—not the naughty ones anyways.  She was cute, sorta—not outstanding but had qualities Craig liked.  She had a pretty face, never wore a dress or skirt.  She was a “tomboy”, a star pitcher for her baseball team; had a nice rack, nice tight butt, and he betted that she was a virgin.
	Well, maybe.
	More chit-chat and then Craig tried another ploy; with his hand to his groin he exhibited the classic signs of “ow.”
	“What’s the matter?” Kristy unknowingly asked.
	“Soccer accident.”
	“Oh.” 
	It didn’t seem to garner the attention that he wanted, soooo--

	Plan B:
	While Kristy busied herself fussing over decorations and not paying attention to the “injured” Craig, Craig fussed with his wrist watch.  The wrist watch was a little bigger than most, than the average; but not overly so; thje timepiece revealed Dates, Locations, Time Zones, Temperatures, Altitudes, Chronograph, and the Time.
	But those were not its primary function.
	On the sly Craig pulled out a zip/retractable line from the thick watch base; it was an ear bud.  Then, from watch base, too, came a collapsible air line pilots mic, mini style.  Craig attached it to his ear where the ear bud was, then turned the dial on the watch.
	A radio?
	No, try again.
	A transmitter?
	You’re close!
	An EMAD?
	DING! DING! DING! DING!
	We have a winner!

	Kristy adjusted the party favors and was just about to restring some banners when she suddenly went dead still.  She still breathed, but didn’t blink her eyes, look around, fart, or anything.
	Craig gulped, sweated, and farted.
	Wrinkling his nose, licking his lips, he thought thoughtfully before proceeding.  Slowly he crossed the few feet to where Kristy was standing and waved his hand right in front of her face.
	Nada.
	He stood right up against her—invading her space.
	Zilch.
	He made a boisterous “raspberry” (fake fart) sound.
	He dropped an aluminum skillet onto the terra cotta tiled floor.
	He put his hand daringly on Kristy’s butt…
	Nothing.  No movement whatsoever.
	Craig sighed and began making other adjustments to the watch/EMAD.  Kristy remained standing steadfastly, just breathing.  Wiping the sweat from his brow he adjusted the mini micro pilot’s microphone:
	“Un-undo you’re-you’re shirt.”
	To his amazement Kristy did.
	“Whoa.” he exclaimed.

	After the shirt was undone Craig opened it.  He was greeted by a nice white bra containing a pair of dynamite hooters—they were marvelous, a little bigger than most girl’s her age, but not horrendous.  Very-very gently he cupped one, then the other.  Quickly he had to gouge his cock as it was busting out of his pants.  In his mind he saw himself jacking off onto Kristy’s titties, shooting spunk onto her face, then everywhere else.
	He saw Kristy’s Mom, too…
	Back to Kristy—
	“Undo your pants.”
	To his amazement still, the thirteen year old star softball pitcher undone her jeans.  Craig had to take a moment to stare.  Virtually every girl was virtually the same, virtually—but still, their bodies were individual and a marvel to gawk at.  Craig gawked.
	When he felt seepage in his underwear from his spouting cock, he fished it out.  Down went his pants and underwear—it was just about the final test to see if Kristy was possibly playing opossum.  He figured she would freak the fuck out if she knew he was undressed.
	But she stared straight ahead and Craig slid her pants down.
	Followed by her blue cotton panties.

	Just a bit o’ fur concealed the thirteen year old’s entrance; again he had no idea if she were a virgin or not.  How was one supposed to tell?  He didn’t care, either.  It was a nice poon and that was all there was to it.  Every nuance of the girl’s poon he took in; the hairs, the “mounds”, the entrance itself—all of it.  He shuddered—in the anticipation of stuffing it; fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock.  (mostly his cock)
	He was still concerned if whether or not she (or whoever he stuffed) would actually know.  He didn’t understand that part and it would be bad if whilst in the middle of “stuffing” some girl and she “woke” up or became aware during—it would be bad.  Very bad.
	Slowly his hands cupped her ass.  The desire to lay her out on the floor, on the table, and bone her brains out was hard to put away.  And he was right on the brink of doing so when he heard a car door slam…
	“SHIT!” he bitched aloud.  He hated interruptions.
	Quickly, in a panic, he hustled Kristy’s pants up, neverminding the panties until he noticed when Kristy’s pants were up that the panties were bunched up and needed straightening.
	Furiously he jerked the pants down, straightened the panties the way they were supposed to be and redressed Kristy (and himself) just as three kids rushed into the kitchen—followed by Kristy’s mother.

	One of the three kids was Karen, step sister to Kristy.  She was a cutey, blond hair to her butt, glasses, outgoing, tons of energy, and had a nice butt.  She was also six.  In a way Craig paid her no (sexual) mind, he thought of her only as when she “grew up” some—a lot of some.  but then again, he did think of her without her clothes on, he HAD seen her in skimpy kiddie swimwear; it all gave cause for his cock to want to rub on her.
	There, too, was Courtney Shabelle.  SHE was a cutey, too—and eight.  Courtney had brown hair, very nice shape to her eight year old body, but an incredible and infectious smile.  She could make the grumpiest person smile and feel good.  She had unique charm.
	Like unto Karen, Craig’s cock wanted to rub all over Courtney’s nude body.  With Courtney being a little older, it was possible he could hump in her mouth.  He sure wanted to try.  The cad!
	The third child was Jack(ie) Triston.  He, too, was eight and Craig had no sexual notions for boys.  Not that he was aware of anyways…
	Kristy’s mom.
	Kristy’s mom was HOT.  Like Dawn’s mom, Craig wanted Danna; she was tall, 36Cs, always smiled nice, dressed nice, and smiled at him.  He used to think she was flirting with him but guessed it was he himself who thought that.  
	Naturally the girls came to hug him, Kristy stood to one side by the pantry door and seemed a little “stunned.”  She recovered and began chatting with her mother.  Craig hugged Karen and Courtney, on the sly copping a nice feel of their deliciously enticing butts!

The other side of the coin
	“who says boys should have all the fun!?”
	A few days after the party and there was Kristy and Stacey walking along in the neighborhood park.  It was serene, cool gentle breezes (most welcome in the near middle of summer); scent wildflowers drifting along those cooling breezes; lulling sounds of the trees and the brook that babbled thru the middle of the park.
	It was general chit-chat to begin with; the subject of BOYs, the kids the knew (for babysitting), Summer projects their parents had in store for them, where they were going for Summer vacation, and so forth and so on.
	Then,
	“Is something wrong, Kristy?”
	Stacey was unique—in her looks and insightful manner of being able to “detect” when one of her friends had something gnawing on their minds.  

	Stacey McDillion had a body—a damn fine body; model material; television commercial material; pervert material.  She had poise; spoke well, was kind, cheerful, and pleasing to the eye.  Very pleasing.  
	Kristy shrugged, “sort of.” She replied rather meekly.
	“You can tell me.” Virtually all the girls did tell Stacey; Stacey was also the impromptu group “psychologist”; the one the girls went to for the discussion of their problems—Boys, Family, kids, personal strife.  She didn’t always have the “answer” as such but the “talking” helped and that was usually all that was needed.
	“I-I sorta saw something.” Kristy said after getting a drink from a water fountain.  
	“What did you see?”
	“Something I probably shouldn’t have.”
	Kristy wore her ball team’s shirt, white front with green sleeves, regular jeans.  Her dark hair hung in a loose single pony tail and for a tomboy, she wasn’t really bad looking.  She had a very pretty face and then the rest of her bod wasn’t bad, either.
	“Anyone we know, I know?”
	“Yeah.” pause for dramatic effect, “It was you, you and Ralph Addams.”
	‘Oh shit.’ though Stacey McDillion had never blurted out a cuss word in her life, it was etched on her lush red lips just the same.
	“You-you saw us?” the only possible reason Kristy would be nervous in revealing what she was something Stacey hoped no one had saw (seen.)  For the first time the thirteen year old was nervous.
	“Yeah, I-I was looking for my ball (softball) I had hit the other day out in the bushes (central park ball field—surrounded by shrubs and bushes that were hungry for high flying baseballs, soccer balls, and lost children) and I saw.”
	Pursing her lips she paused to watch the geese in the creek.
	Stacey stood by her with arms folded.  She looked worried.
	“Sooooo, you-you saw EVERYTHING?”
	Kristy wasn’t sure exactly about “everything” and got the notion that there may have been more than that of what she initially saw to begin with.  So she nodded her head, “Yes.”
	“Oh God!” Stacey blurted.  This was bad—very bad.
	“It’s okay, Stace,” Kristy said consoling her distraught friend, “it happens to me, too.”

	Stacey McDillion enjoyed being a babysitter—it showed responsibility; it helped her to be organized; it helped her to be a nice human being.  It wasn’t the praise or the pat on the back for taking on such responsibilities—she liked it.  She liked the kids she was in charge of and they liked her.  
	Taking charge of “girls” was good, they often played “dress-up”, shopped, and had awesome tea parties.  With boys it was more of playing games, walks in the park, and titty sucking.
	Titty sucking?
	It happened by accident, while holding young Ralph Addams the two spotted a bird they had never seen before on the far side of the baseball park.  While they were watching it young Ralph age 5 began “kneading” Stacey’s right breast.
	The boy was unaware (sure he was) and soon his little fingers found themselves inside her bra.  Stacey was at first embarrassed—big time.  But she was also intrigued—big time.  Surreptitiously she shuffled the boy about her and let him enjoy fondling her. 
	Stacey enjoyed it, too.  
	Then, little Ralph had to pee.
	Stacey eased the boy’s pants and underwear down, although all that was required was to fish his little puddling out of his pants and undies and let him do his business—but…
	Hidden out of sight Stacey aimed the boy’s penis with gentle guidance.  Little Ralph unawares of what was going on ‘cept his need to pee.  Stacey stroked the boy’s puddling with one hand, caressed his little butt with the other.  
	After the short but hard pee, Stacey fondled his little nuggets and spent an extra amount of time fondling him until such a time as panic set in.  Out in the open was not the prime locale to enjoy molesting a little boy.

	After the “confession” the girls walked on in silence.  At length they came upon a group of boys; boys they knew, young boys playing, exploring, goofing off, being boys.
	One of the boys broke free from his pals to come up to the girls, he gave each one a hug then trotted back off.  
	“He’s so sweet.” chirped Stacey.  Kristy didn’t respond but watched him as he returned to his group and continued their playful antics.
	“Is Ralph—the only one?” ‘you molested’ Kristy asked.
	“The only one?” ‘oh, that I molested…’  “Yeah, well—yeah.” then, 
	“Have YOU don’t something?” ‘with a boy?’

*

	Davy Hutchins was a cute little seven year old fart; blond hair his mom always styled in a manner of which was guaranteed to get his ass whipped by older boys.  He was shy—which was another guarantee, and kept to himself.  So getting him to come to a swim party was really something—and Kristy was glad he did.  
	Unfortunately, it was the lad’s first ever swim party, and unlike most of the other boys who wore their swim wear under their clothes, Davy brought his.  When he realized the other boys had worn theirs he somewhat was embarrassed and grew very bashful.
	Enter Kristy.
	By the hand she led the boy to a bathroom where she coyly slipped his clothing off.
	“THEN what happened?”
	Kristy sighed, “Well,” she was too embarrassed to say.
	“Did you play with his pee-pee?”
	Kristy nodded that she did.
	“Was it good?  Did you like it?”
	Kristy blushed and paused to cling to the wooden fence separating the park from the outer area beyond leading into the woods.
	“Did you do anything—else?”
	Kristy still didn’t respond.
	Stacey grabbed her arm spinning her towards her, “KRISTY!” it wasn’t a question in anger but awe.  With Kristy’s silence she already knew the answer.  She just didn’t know the details.
	“Ok,” said Stacey, “I’ll tell you one of mine.” What, another one!?

	Tommy, Jimmy, Johnny, the Rodowski triplets.  They were redheaded youths with incredible amounts of energy, spunk, and a tireless manner of wearing most babysitters out.  Usually it required not one but two babysitters to handle them.  Usually.  Enter Stacey McDillion.  Somehow, Stacey had a knack about her and was the only one the boys actually minded.
	One day, the boys were up to their antics as usual and wouldn’t settle down.  Stacey chased them, scolded them, and played their games.  In the bathroom, though, she had them cornered.
	Then, during a playful ruckus the bathroom doorknob was broken and fell off—promptly locking them within.  No one else was home and no one WOULD be home for several hours.  Stacey’s cell phone was on the kitchen counter.  Good place for it!

	Looking out the window over the bathtub was of no help, it looked into the backyard.  They had two hours at least stuck in the bathroom.  She tried and tried to get the doorknob to work but it was a no-go.  Her toes cringed as this was going to be tough to explain to the boys’ parents.  But then again, the boys’ parents would be understanding…
	After a little time,
	“Stacey, I gotta pee!”
	Of course!
	Stacey had helped change their pants when they were a bit younger, when they had “accidents.”  But they were growing modest as they got older.  But still, they didn’t mind too much that Stacey was present.  She sat on the bathtub edge facing the edge and one by one by one, the boys whizzed into the toilet a few feet behind her.
	Suddenly there was a scream.
	Johnny R had zipped up his pee-pee.  For a boy that’s very traumatic.

	After some unique fondling of Johnny’s wee-wee, brother’s Timmy and Tommy wanted same!  Naturally!  And Stacie was only too happy to oblige.  This led to the boys having their pants and underwear off; this led to Stacey really getting after fondling the boys and fondling well—she got their little puddlings hard, fondled their hairless nut sacs, and then went down on them.
	“You didn’t!?” exclaimed Kristy.
	“’fraid so.”
	“Did you like it?”
	Stacey giggled and blushed, “yeah, it was ok.”
	“How was it with Davey?” Stacey already knew Kristy had been naughty with the little boy.
	Kristy nodded but didn’t say anything to confirm.
	“Sooooo, you just, you and the boys, I mean, you—what else, uhm, did anything else happen in the bathroom, with the boys?”
	Stracey blushed more and leaned against her friend in a playful manner.  “Yeah.” she answered.
	“Yeah?  Like-like what?”

	Like caressing tush, three of them.  Stripping the boys’ shirts off and snuggling each one and being talked into taking off HER clothes.  The boys had never-ever seen a girl naked and seeing Stacey was way cool.

	Then what happened?
	Then they got a little carried away…
	Oh?
	Yeah.
	Like?
	Like Stacey found herself laying down on her clothes with one Rodowsky boy after another between her legs.  They humped their fill then humped her between her titties—
	“You got ‘em between your legs!?”  
	Stacey was blushing, giggling and being somewhat uncomfortable.  She pursed her lips and gripped the wooden fence rail—she had revealed more than Kristy—but guessed something equally as naughty had happened with Kristy and young Davey.
	It did.
	Kristy finally revealed her embarrassment of engaging equally immorally with young Davey—like Stacey, she had suckled his pee-pee, his hairless nads, then got him (easily) to suckle her.  This only led to her slipping her pants and panties off and guiding the young boy’s pee-pee into her cunny for a righteous ten minute fuck fest!
	“Did you like it?” it was Stacey’s turn to ask.
	Kristy nodded and it was HER turn to giggle and blush!

*

what’s a little sex between friends
	Once home the girls were still giddy, blushing, and horny.  With no one home (at Stacey’s home) the two felt free enough to “get carried away” with their friendship.  That is to say the two long time friends began caressing one another’s arms, standing close their passion began to increase.  This led to kissing.
	Soon their hands began exploring; Kristy’s hands roaming Stacey’s backside while Stacey dipped her hands inside of Kristy’s pants.  Their mouths messed together in an attempt at engulfing the other’s.  
	Almost in a fury did the girls begin peeling off the other’s clothing, when nude the two scurried nakedly to Stacey’s bedroom where they flopped onto one another and began a serious make out.  Titty sucking, pussy pounding, pussy fingering, spanking, and lots of slobbering kissing.
	Enter Craig Matthews.

	Craig had come to Stacey’s home to seek her aid in a personal school project.  He knew she was home alone, her Mom working and her Dad “out of the house” (they were separated and one red cunt hair from a divorce.)  By luck, he had just seen Stacey in the company of Kristy.  
	He waited a moment, slinking in the shrubs that surrounded the nice two story home before going to the door.  The front door had “side windows” and in the hall beyond was a small end table with flowers and knick-knacks on it.  On the wall above the table was a great mirror.  By chance, Craig saw Stacey and Kristy making out in the kitchen.
	OH!
	Slinking again like a slink Craig scurried along the side of the house to the backyard.  He missed the girls stripping each other down but found their clothes on the kitchen floor.  For a moment he lingered their fondling their panties.  His cock nearly blowing its load right then and there.
	There was some nervousness as he was in the kitchen, it constituted being uninvited entry.  The only real fear was being busted fondling panties by Stacey’s Mom or the girls’ themselves.
	With his cock guiding him, the hard-up boy snuck up the stairs…

	Pausing at the landing he strained to listen, crinkled his toes and felt his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.  It was dangerous to be in a girl’s house like he was.  But he knew the girl, he knew that her Mother would be all day at her workplace and her Daddy was out of town in another city.
	With incredible stealth Craig eased down the hall coming to a bathroom, a linen closet, and then a bedroom.  Stacey’s bedroom.  He had never been to Stacey’s bedroom, or any girl’s bedroom.  Cracking his neck and then fearing that the sound of his bones popping would give him away he froze and waited.
	Then he heard unmistakable sounds of “frolic.”
	Smiling he stole up closer to the bedroom and began working his watch/EMAD.  With his head right up against the wall he could see a dresser w/mirror.  The mirror revealed a wondrous sight—on Stacey’s big double bed was Stacey and Kristy.  They were naked with Kristy on top; Stacey had Kristy’s bed cheeks splayed open, squeezing the flesh—spanking her.  The two teen girls were kissing, rubbing their bodies together and “frolicking” most high.
	
	Stacey body was beyond belief.  But then Kristy’s wasn’t bad, either.  He thought of Dawn and Maryanne, and then all the others.  A fear still dwelled in him—derived from what he was doing was immoral and illegal.

	‘Stick it in her!’ cried out his cock.
	Craig was one never not to pay attention to his dick; after ogling Stacey’s find nude body all he could, he mounted her.  Her cunny was warm and moist and graciously accepted the invasion.  The boy fondled the girl’s titties, tweaked the nipples but held off really-really tweaking them as he fretted the sharp pain would override the mind lock he had on her via his watch/EMAD.
	Slowly he sunk his cock into her cunny.  Her legs opened automatically, her nipples perked up and steadily his lust increased ten-fold.  Stacey’s eyes were non-blinking, she stared stoically to the ceiling and neverminded Craig’s naughtiness.
	It was a good fuck.  The girl was NOT a virgin—but Craig didn’t know that AND didn’t care.  He kept his pace to a slow hump for as long as he could then it began to speed up as the tingling sensations began to teem throughout his body.
	His balls slapped and made the only noise in the room.  To lengthen the event he took the time to caress Kristy’s titties as she lay right beside them.  Craig hoped he would have enough cock stamina to do her, too.
	Briefly in his mind he saw Kristy’s little sister, Karen.  It was a quick flash of the pretty little six year old—clothed.  Craig went on to continue humping Stacey—then saw another image of Karen—clad merely in her panties.  His cock surged and his need to cum increased exponentially.
	He saw pretty little Courtney, Charlotte, and Heather.  Several girls that Kristy and her girlfriends babysat for filled his mind and suddenly his cock was unleashing a horrendous amount of hot gooey love cream.  Craig drove into Stacey’s cunt and didn’t care if she “woke up” or not.
	She didn’t, though.
	Craig was exhausted and lay on the girl with his mind in a serious uproar.  
	‘if you could hump those little girls, and get away with it, would you?’
	‘yes.’
	‘what about boys?  Like little boys, too?’
	‘Not really.’ But in his mind came the image of Luca, his best friend—who was sometimes a jerk and sometimes while jacking off or screwing Maryanne, Dawn, he thought of Luca sucking his dick and/or taking it up the ass!
	The uproar in his mind settled and he moved to lay on Kristy’s body.
	And boys lie…