August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 28
Insightful Sightful Sited

Jack and Jill

	Jack was a medium build young adult, he looked still like a teenager but was actually 22 years young.  Dark hair with a slight style, an earring of blue in left ear; no other piercings or tats.  He seemed young, fresh, likeable, and non-dangerous.
	He seemed so.
	A nice clean white teeshirt, simple jeans, a wrist watch adorned the boy’s body; he worked out and was muscular but not overly so, just enough to keep him out of being called “skinny” (as was the case when he was growing up.)
	There was a nice smile to his face, good straight white teeth, dashing eyes, and a general all around charismatic appeal that easily allowed him to be friendly to all he met.
	Jill Sprayberry sat with her legs folded under her before Jack.  She was very pretty; long straight blond hair, medium bangs, glistening eyes with just a bit of gloss lipstick.  She looked out of place for being so pretty; she was demure, shy, and naïve—all kinds of naïve.
	And gullible.
	Very gullible.
	It was the “angelic” face that was so incredible, a perfect wide-eyed girl full of wonder.  She sat quietly with her hands folded pouring her heart out of how she sucked at math.
	English she was okay in, History and Social Studies.
	But when it came to Math—she sucked.  It just didn’t click for her and she was doing miserably in her new school—and she wanted so badly to “fit in” and do well.
	Her new friend, “Jack” had a solution.
	Of course he did!

	“Well,” began Jack, “I know a special way that will help you with your math.”
	Jill was all ears, he had her full attention.  The wondrous smell of deep rich barbeque didn’t interfere—not with them, but with the spying unseen Cam Cameron!
	Jack then produced a small “device” concealed in his hand.
	Jill looked at it with wonderment, but she had no idea what it was or what it did.  “I guarantee this will help you.”
	Jill continued to look at it in curiosity.  “How does it work?” she asked timidly.
	She was so sweet, so cute, so innocent!
	“Well, it attaches to the side of you head,” Cam then knew that the “device” was a gimmick.  Maybe not, but…
	Jack went on.  “It’ll help clear your mind so you will do better on your math tests.”  Jill looked as if she believed him.
	To prove it, Jack picked up the math book that was beside them; opening the book to where the girl’s test paper was (and it had a big red “C” imprinted on it) and jotted down some math problems.
	“Here,” he said, “try these.” w/o the “device”.
	Jill sighed, she leaned in and Cam saw sincere lust on Jack’s part.
	Jill shook her head and made scribbles on the paper.  There was not much light in the area but enough.  There were voices, drunk redneck voices, country music, and a trailer “squeaking” nearby.  Jack took the girl’s paper and quickly scored it.  
	Shaking his head, “you didn’t do so good.”
	Jill gulped nodding her head, she sighed and looked despondent.
	Jack then placed the “device” to the left side of her pretty head.  The girl’s super fine super blond straight hair hid the device, but the blinking red diode showed thru anyways.  Jack had another similar device resembling the car alarm/door lock-unlock key fob for the modern day vehicles of the times.  Depressing the black button and the red light on the device flickered to green.
	“You ok?” Jack asked.
	Jill sensed nothing extraordinary and shrugged her answered, nodded her head, and was oh so cute!  Jack scribbled down so more math problems then handed the paper to Jill.  Jill sighed and began working the problems.  She seemed mystified and almost bemused as she made quick scribblings.  Whether or not Jack was “helping” in some way was not clear, whether the device attached to her temple was not clear.  Cam didn’t care, either.

	Timidly Jill turned her paper back to Jack.
	Jack looked over the paper and at that point Cam carefully peered over the man’s shoulder.  Simple math, 4rth grade math, nothing too complicated or difficult.  
	“Much better.” Jack said turning the paper back to Jill, “you got ‘em all right!”
	“No way!” exclaimed Jill.  She looked in utter amazement to the five problems scribbled on the paper—her glee was out of this world.
	“You can do it.” he said to her. 
	Jill was ecstatic and looked from the paper to Jack and then back to the paper.
	Then,
	“Of course--”
	“What?” Jill asked suddenly getting serioused up.
	“Well,” drawled the young man, “I like you an’ all, and I’d love to see you do well--”
	“But?” Jill said sensing a “but”.
	Jack hesitated, removed the device from her temple and seemed to mull over something.
	“What is it?” Jill asked.
	“Well, like I said, I-I like you, but—but these days and times, well, no one does anything for free.”
	Ah.
	Jill looked disappointed, twisted her lips and thought thoughtfully.
	“I don’t have any money.” she declared.
	“I know you don’t,” he said, “you’ve got something better.”
	Damn straight.

*
	If Jack was using an EMAD Cam didn’t know it; the young man had natural charisma and the girl was gullible.  She was also desperate (to succeed in passing math and doing so well.)  But just how naïve and gullible can you be?  Somehow, Jack convinced Jill to lay down and undo her pants.  She was frightened to some extent, but that was normal and expected.  Jack’s charm and calming nature soothed her and Cam continued to wonder, “EMAD or no?”

	Jill did show some distress as slowly down came her pants.  Jack was gentle and pulled the pants off.  His eyes (as well as Cam’s) focused on the girl’s off-pink panties.  Nice.  Very nice.  Jack let out a low barely audible moan.  Jill had control of her emotions and lay still, clutching the short grass beneath her. 
	“It’s going to be alright.” Jack soothed to her.
	“I’m ok.” Jill replied.
	“I just want to have a good look, ok?” Jack said, asked, “Like we agreed.”
	Jill nodded, it was obvious to tell that she had bitten off more than she could chew in the “deal.”
	“See?” chided Jack, “It’s alright.” He seemed charming enough.  Slowly he ran his hands up her young legs opening wider.  The encroaching darkness made eyeing the girl’s “goodie” a little less than opportune.  Jack pressed his finger to the girl’s crotch, slipping a finger just inside the crotch of the panty.  Jill reacted with her body tensing and the pulling up of a clump of grass in each hand.
	Jack continued to coo to the girl all the while sliding her panties down.  Cam was highly intrigued.  Little Jill had her sweet lips pursed and as her panties came down her legs, she opened her legs and lay well exposed.
	“Oh, that’s nice.” cooed Jack.  “Just relax.” 
	Cam detected someone coming close, slowly he backed up into the darkening shadows of a small building, releasing his mental block on Jack and Jill to allow better abilities aimed elsewhere.  A man and a woman with a teen girl came lopping along; the girl was cute, approx. thirteen or so, a turquoise halter top and no bra.  As they neared too close, Cam “pushed” them away, directing them to shy away from where Jack and Jill were.
	They did.  Cam wished he had had some time to check out the girl…
	By the time he returned to Jack and Jill business was in progress.
	Jill was nude, Jack’s pants and underwear at his ankles and he was eating out her young pussy.  If the girl was distressed about the ordeal but was good at not showing it.  She did, though, clench up clumps of grass.  

	Jack sat on his knees masturbating—it was clear that he was far from “finished” with the mathematically challenged ten year old.  On her hands and knees, face down, ass up, Jill exposed her most holy of holy and was as vulnerable as possible.  Her legs were parted nice and wide and the pale moonlight of the coming night kissed her flesh.  Jack’s face dwelled between her cheeks licking her crack and nesting her hole.  Jill took it “okay” but was a little disturbed by it.
	Caressing the girl’s butt, her hips, he did a “reach around”.  By then his cock was in agony and in dire need to fulfill a need.  Jill had come to the point of having about enough, though, and Jack’s fingers working the young girl’s virgin cunny coupled with the whole ordeal was becoming a bit much.
	“I don’t want to do this anymore!” wailed little Jill.
	Jack stopped, his cock was rock hard and ready to “penetrate.”  But he stopped.  With a big sigh, “Ok.” He set back, Jill turned around and set on her butt trembling.
	“I’m sorry.” he told her, he maintained pleasing himself.
	“I’m sorry.” said Jill back.
	For a moment—nothing.  Jill bowed her head into her knees and she was oh so very pretty.  Cam made considerations…
	Jill began to weep.  Jack took her to himself and hugged her, consoling her, caressing her backside and butt; his cock pressed HARD against her stomach.
	“I gotta get you home ‘fore your gran’ma freaks out.”
	Jack wiped her tears, held her chin and gave her a beaming smile.
	“I’m sorry.” Jill whimpered.
	“No, it’s me, I’m the one who’s sorry.”
	Jill’s eyes dropped from his face to his naked hard erection.  Jack sat back stroking it lightly, squeezing it at the base, waggling it.  Jill bit in her lower lip, stretched out a hand and squeezed her fingers about the hot and bothered prong.
	‘kiss it.’
	Jill’s head shook, each minute passing brought more and more darkness.  Jack was only seconds from exploding.  Jill’s head leaned down…

	Jack was “out of this world”; with his head tilted way back in pure joy he missed the golden haired girl’s head bobbing up and down on his prong.  Jill made “slurping” sounds as she gobbled had the man’s cock.  Jack made groaning sounds to indicate his pleasure.  Slowly he pumped into the child’s mouth, “Fuck,” he exclaimed, “I’m gonna shoot!”
	‘keep sucking, it tastes like—chocolate!’
	The first explosive squirt did NOT taste like chocolate and sickened Jill.
	“Oh gross!” she blurted as she shot her head back.
	Squirts of cum shot onto her face, then her chest.
	‘go back down, suck the head—suck the head clean!’

	Jill refused, until Cam insisted using stronger minding abilities.  In doing so, his vision blurred, the ringing in his ears began again piercing dramatically into his head.
	But Jill took the command and “went down” again, slobbering all over Jack’s cock, rolling her tongue all over the glistening knob until there was no spunk matter anywhere.
	When done and done and done—Jack partially recovered stood up and slipped on his pants, pocketing his underwear.  Jill did likewise, but slipped on her underwear.  When dressed Jack escorted the girl back to where she belonged—a barbeque.  When she returned to the midst of adults and young kids someone admonished her about “where have you been” to wit the young child replied “I had to go to the bathroom” and got lost.  She was new and didn’t know her way around the park too well.  She was still chastised but nothing more.  Her grandmother of whom she lived with had gone home.  The adult (woman-trailer park skanker momma) escorted her home and that was that.
	Kinda.
	Jack moaned, rubbed the heel of his hand to his cock still in agony, then mosied home himself.
	It gets even more interesting from here on.

Trailer park living at its finest!
True Newspaper Headlines:  Kids Make Nutritious Snacks! (taste like chicken?)
	Remember Scott and Angela, in the field space between the two trailer parks, previous chapter?  Well, they were at it again.  This time out behind a trailer on a discarded mattress.  Darkness had come and so had Scott; his splooge coated both the inside walls of Angela’s young cunt as well as all over the outside.  Scott just let out a mighty moan of ultimate satisfaction, blew his final wad and lay utterly exhausted.
	Angela was in a little distress, her pussy hurt.  Not “hurt” but ached; she fingered it, diddled the spunk, and lay massaging her cunt for the long minutes before Scott recovered.
	Then they began kissing while Scott took over fingering Angela’s ten year old cunt.  They lay on their sides, their nude bodies meshing while inside, their prospective parents engaged in similar acts.

	Inside, Angela’s Mom sat straddling Scott’s Dad; the man had a handsome long dong and every inch of it was up her cunt.  The nude woman had flaming red hair cut short to the neckline and it looked like a wig, but wasn’t.  She was a waitress and kept her hair short and ultra curly.  She also had big boobs.  They were outrageously BIG but more than a mouthful.  Scott’s Dad, who also had reddish hair but not flaming, seemed captivated by the big boobies, he fondled them as the nude woman a few years younger than he, raised her fine body up and down his schlong.
	On the light cherry wood paneled walls of the trailer’s interior were many pictures, family portraits that gave the onlooker a curious quiz:  who were these people?  In just about ALL the pictures of one sort, type, style or another—there was Rick and Allison, going way back to their childhood even!  It could be safely assumed then that they had been childhood sweethearts.
	Yeah, you could say that.
	But then you’d be wrong.
	Rick and Allison knew one another from childhood not because they were sweethearts but because they were brother and sister!  
	Ah.
	Huh?
	In the beginning…

*

Hard Times & Stuff
A short story of  Ricky & Allie
	Ricky and his sister Allison (Allie)  grew up on a small farm in the  northern upper Midwest.  They always had the basics but life was hard most of the time; the family lived in a small farm house with only 2 bedrooms.  Their parents had the largest bedroom and Ricky with sister Allie occupied the other.  When they were younger they used to sleep in the same bed but as Ricky (who was older) began to mature he was provided his own single bed.
	As young Rick began to mature, things began to happen.  Sure he had seen his sister nude—many times, changing clothes, bathing, on the toilet, and sleeping thru the night during the long hot summer nights.  Intro the period of “wet dreams.”   It was very embarrassing for the young man, constant erections was one thing, but having soiled underwear and sticky sheets was something else!

	And there was no way he was going to discus the matter with his folks, either one, or his immature naïve sister.  And living semi remotely where the family lived—there weren’t any close friends young Rick could confide in, either—not that he would.   So he dealt with it as best he could and found the extreme pleasure of “circle jerking.”  Pounding the pud, beatin’ the dog, jamming the hammer, humping air, spankin’ the monkey, and so on.
	On one especially cold winter’s night something happened that would forever change his life.  And Allison’s.  The night air was said to get down below zero so a stockpile of wood was brought in and kept going to keep the living room warm at least, and some of the heat helped the adjoining rooms; Rick and Allie’s parents were lucky as they had a pot bellied stove in their room—Rick and Allie were not so lucky and had to have pre-warmed blankets and PILES of them to keep themselves warm.
	Both Rick and Allie were a little quirky in that despite the intense cold, once under their covers they usually stripped off their clothes!  It was actually a common thing and the kids (when younger) discovered this nuance when barging in on their parents—discovering that they were nude (also discovering on occasion that they were usually in the midst of lovemaking!)
	Anyways, wearing bedclothes of any type got to be cumbersome and annoying—the body got too hot and all the tossing and turning got the underwear (long and regular) jammed up the butt crack—and we know how annoying that is!
	After about an hour of trying to sleep and almost succeeding…
	“Ricky, can I sleep with you?” his pipsqueak of a sister pecked on his shoulder, jostling him—“are you awake?” she wouldn’t let up, he knew her too well.  He nodded, mumbled something, farted, and feigned sleep.  Allison crawled under the mound of blankets, shivered, farted, and pressed her semi cold body against his.
	“Damn it, Allie!” he bitched.
	Allie giggled and snuggled up against the pillow, curling up into a fetal position and dropping off to sleep almost instantly.  Somewhere during the night Rick began to have the most graphic sex dream.  His could feel his cock pressing and straining against something wonderfully soft and pleasing.  He pumped a couple of times until he felt his cock releasing pure joy just like when done when jerking off—but only better!

	Pushing harder he began to strain and he had to wonder if that was what it was like when actually having sex with a girl?  The feeling was intense and began to propel him into new and exciting heights of unknown ecstasy.  It was wondrous, Centurion!  Wondrous!
	Suddenly he felt the slippery fluid stuff called “sperm” or mostly known as “cum.”  The “release” had came and lingered for a moment and then began to ebb.  He sighed, his head beat hard in his chest, there was “moisture” all around him, his balls even tingled.
	‘son of a bitch!’ he said to himself.
	 
*

	An orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm to have again—and again—and again and again some more.  And then some!  The feeling lingered long after has cock had expelled the juices of that was liquid love.  He lay on his back smothering under the covers now that were too hot for him.  Fondling his balls and his prick he lay thinking of all the girls he knew—and that was just a mere handful.  He began to get hard again and then suddenly…
	Allie rolled up against him.
	‘Shit!’
	He mulled some thoughts over, dirty thoughts, illicit thoughts.  He didn’t know rightly if engaging with his sister was wrong or not, but it was sort of understood that they shouldn’t.  Which meant that they should.  He was confused.  The family wasn’t big church goers and not big on religion and all that junk, but they were God-fearing peoples nonetheless.  He had seen Allie naked a million times and hadn't really noticed what a nice pussy she had. 
	The thought of being “naughty” with Allie never had been a part of his thinking; sure they skinny dipped in Milton’s Pond; they streaked from the bathroom to their shared bedroom, farted, and peed out doors in the woods and at the lakeside.  And he had even shown Allison how a boy pleased himself.  Allison only had a mild idea of how a girl pleased herself and Rick had no idea that girl’s DID please themselves!
	She continued to asleep while Rick continued to have the most narly thoughts.  He waited—and waited—and then waited some more.  Then,
	“Allie?  Allie?  Y-you awake?”
	The ten year old almost eleven (in four months) remained steadfast asleep; by her breathing, snoring, he was assured she wasn’t faking.  Rick gulped, licked his sweaty lips and…

	His concentration was divided—listening for the faintest indication that Allison was “awakening” as well as taking the girl’s hand and placing about his cock.  Other than his Mother, Allie had the softest skin he knew of.  He had once felt of a fawn’s skin, spun cotton, rabbit’s fur, and the leaves of a bottlebrush but Allison had super fine supple skin.  
	Carefully he wrapped her fingers about his rock hard sticky prong; gingerly he moved her hand up and down his medium sized cock, having her fingers squeeze his balls and bring him to that inevitable status of orgasmic bliss. 
	There was no stopping, he made Allie clench his dick and stroke him and when at the pivotal moment of ejaculation he rolled to his side and spilled his seed all over Allison’s pussy and stomach area.  In doing so, his cock he pressed against her sex entrance and humped until he was exhausted.

	In the morning the kids stirred, they didn’t need a clock (although there always was one on the nightstand between their beds); it was 7AM and there was “things to do”.  In the winter time the kids were allowed to “sleep in.”  During the warmer months they were up at 7AM.
	Rick opened and closed his eyes trying to clear them as well as allow the sticky cobwebs to shake loose from within his head.  And speaking of “sticky”…
	“oh shit!” he blurted out loud.
	“What?” Allie said as she stood naked at the side of the bed.  Rick’s attention was diverted from his nude sister to the “mess” coating his cock and soiling the bed sheets.
	“Damn!” he bitched to himself.
	“Better clean that up,” Allie said, “Momma skin you alive!” and with that, the little girl who apparently knew too much for her own good began pulling up her panties.
	Ricky watched her and then…
	“HEY!” she exclaimed.
	“What?” Rick asked.
	Allie turned to show him—there was “mess” spillage on her bald pussy, too.
	Rick blushed and couldn’t breath.
	“I-I sorry, I-I--”
	“If’in yer gonna do that to me at least let me be awake when you do it!”
	“W-what-what-what!?”
	“Hey,” said Allie grinning and grabbing her clothes before making a charge for the bathroom first, “I likes to have fun, too!” and with that she scampered nakedly out of the bedroom and to the hall bathroom leaving her brother bothered, bewildered, and befused.

	The day of chores and such was difficult for Rick, mostly he spent his time with his Dad doing what they could to keep the stock alive.  There were general repairs that never seemed to end.  The milking was a never ending chore, too; and birthing cows, checking the status of cows’ health, and on and on and on.
	Allison spent her time with their Mother; Allison stripped the bed and quickly added it to the wash so her brother wouldn’t get into trouble.  And even if the Mother had caught it, Allison was willing to take the blame and claim that SHE had wet the bed causing the stain.
	In the late of the afternoon the Dad was going into town for some reason and the family was going along.  The family pickup was equipped with an “extra” cab—still cramped but suitable for children.  Once on the icy-snowy road Allison shivered despite the heat turned on full blast.  By the time the truck would reach their town the truck would be sufficiently warm, sure; but then they would be getting out to run errands and what not.
	Rick nodded to his sister and she smiled.  She was SOOOOOO cute, she was wrapped up tight in winter wear, including a scarf outfit that virtually concealed her sweet face.  But Rick saw her twinkling blue eyes and perfectly straight white teeth.  She slid over and copped a squat on Rick’s lap.
	She wriggled her darling little butt and Rick snuggled her—despite his long underwear, sweat pants, and heavy cotton layered jeans, his cock was busting thru virtually poking Allison’s ass who was dressed likewise!  His hands rested right on her waist—the desire to “poke” great and it didn’t matter than Mom and Dad were right there with them—all he wanted was to get off INTO Allie and not ON her…

Be careful w	hat you wish for…
	After some time of gathering supplies for the farm (small diary) Rick and the Dad met up with the Mom and Allison.  They had been shopping but mostly supplies for the house.  And the Dad shocked/surprised the family by taking them to dinner!  And Allie shock/surprised everyone by having ICE CREAM for dessert.  Silly girl—in the middle of winter and she has ice cream!

	On the way home, Allie was tired and seemed to have dropped right off to sleep as soon as the cold truck made its way out of town.  Snow began to fall and the temperature was already below zero.  When the truck went into a slide Allison woke up.  She griped the arm rest on her side tight with eyes of fright.  The Dad, though, expertly corrected the truck, stopped, let everyone catch their breath, then proceeded onward home.
	Allie slid over at the very thought of prompting from her brother.  Once more she sat on his lap; once more his cock busted thru his clothing pounding against the girl’s warm ass.
	‘oh fuck, Allie!’ he breathed.  He wanted in—badly.
	Allison reached down between her legs and found his erection.  She giggled, wriggled her butt, and tormented her brother so.  Ricky knew better than to make her squeal and he knew how to do—but in the backseat of the truck was not the place.  So gingerly and with extreme care, he caressed Allison’s sides.  She, too, wore layers of clothing so the sensual desires were curbed somewhat.
	Not to worry, Allison slowly unhitched her pants and pushed them down.
	She did what?
	Yep, unhitched her pants and pushed them down!
	Not far, just part way.  It was dark in the truck and the hour late, the only light was from the dashboard.  The parental units in the front were sitting together lightly talking—the roads so icy and snowy that the drive was s-l-o-w.
	Trying to free his pud proved to be too difficult a task; there was his pants, sweats, longjohns, and underwear!  Allie raised herself up and this allowed Rick to quickly get his cock out thru the layers of his clothes.  He would have preferred to have been able to push them down and open his legs, but…
	Allie pushed her pants down and being a girl her longjohns weren’t one piece.  Some winter johns had a “backdoor” flap.  Some, not all.  With her ass bare she returned to sitting on her brother’s lap, grinding her bareness to his throbbing errection.
	“Oh fucking God!” Ricky whispered into Allie’s ear.  His breathing became labored and he felt the stirrings of his love cream surging thru his loins.  Allison moved about his lap, cracking a cheek as if she were to fart.
	And she did.
	“ALLIE!” he chastised her.
	Allison giggled.  The Mother shot a look, “What’s going on?” 
	“Allison let one!”
	“I did not!” giggled the girl.  There was a slight funk and Rick had to crank the window down part way.
	“Allison, Rick,” scolded the Dad, “you two cant get along best you sit by yourselves.”
	“Yes, sir.” replied the two in unison.  Allison, still giggling, pulled her clothes up and slid back to her side of the seat.  Rick sat fuming; sure, Allie had farted on him before, but so had he to her.  He had sat on her face and let one rip, he had cut the cheese big while they were sharing his bed and then he pulled the covers over her face and let deal with it.
	By the time they finally got home Ricky was in foul mood.  He helped carry in the gotten goods and then went with his father to give the cows a night check.  Afterwards the two returned to the house to stand before the main fireplace.
	“Damn it’s cold!” blurted Rick.  The barn was warm enough to keep the cows from freezing but the trek from the barn to the house in sub-zero weather was not only cold but DAMN cold!
	The fire blazed nicely, though and soon the two frozen ones were thawing out nicely.  An offering of hot cocoa came from the Mother and Allison, Allison smiling and still beholding that “twinkling” in her eyes.  She stretched up and Rick leaned down,
	“I’m sorry I farted on you.” she said barely able to contain her giggle, “it just happened and I couldn’t stop it.” Not like she wouldn’t have anyways.  Rick shrugged his shoulders indicating that he had “shrugged it off” and she was not to worry about it.  She wasn’t, but she knew “pay back” was due…

	After a second cup of cocoa and fresh cookie, it was seriously bedtime.  Rick made for his room after a trip to the bathroom, stripped down to his skin and crawled into bed.  Allison spent time in the bathroom and he waited.  Would tonight be the night?  Would she let him fuck her?  How would it be?  She seemed willing?  But then again, Allison was a “player” and often got him riled up over nothing.
	Allie came bounding into the room, stripped off her clothes and let them lay were they fell.  Quickly she made her way into the bed and the two snuggled for a few moments to get warm.
	Then there was a sigh between them; Allison turned over pressing her fine nude body against his.   His cock was already rock hard and right up against her darling ass flesh it nuzzled.  Allie wriggled her little butt against his erection, then slipped her hand over to grab it.

	It was clear that Rick was not in control.  Allison stroked the teen member, squeezing it on her own before guiding it to her hole.  Rick had limited information about “sex”; he knew the exact manner that “sex” took place but had learned, too; advanced techniques, styles, and positions.  Sometimes the girl was on top; the couple was on their sides; on their sides the guy behind stuffing the girl’s pussy OR asshole.  There was doggie style, around-the-world, 69ing, and a whole host of sex acts Rick was most curious about and had only just began to become aware of.
	Then he became “aware” of something else.
	“Allison?” he seldom used her full name, but this occasion compelled him to do so, “what the hell?” followed by, “didn’t you wipe?” something “gooey” his cock had found between Allie’s butt cheeks.  The prospect of butt humping suddenly took a dramatic downturn.
	“It’s not what you think, silly,” she quipped, “it’s PJ!” (petroleum jelly—used for a myriad of household uses, personal uses, and served as a great way to pave the way for butt sex.
	But it was kinda gross and had young Ricky mystified.
	But he was intrigued just the same, too.
	Graciously young Allison guided the head of her brother’s pulsing prong into her backdoor.  And surprisingly—the going WAS a lot easier with the generous lubrication of PJ.  Rick gripped his sister’s hips and began making tolerable progressive entry.
	It was tight going but going it was.  Allie groaned some, turned her face into the pillow and endured the “invasion.”  Rick only went part way before the intense pressure to “pump” took over and slowly he did so.
	“I don’t think I like it there.” Allison said after a few concentrated moments.  To tell the truth, Rick didn’t either.  He pulled out and Allie lay on her stomach caressing her cheeks and diddling her buggered hole.  Rick was left with the prospect of a getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to wash off his cock.
	He lay on his side for a moment, then a minute, then he heard Allie snoring.  ‘fuck.’  Wrinkling his nose and contemplating just how cold it was out of the covers he slowly moved over Allison’s body, brushing his cock against her cheeks.
	But with a “dirty” cock he motivated himself to go clean it off.

	Just as he was cleaning his cock off, suddenly there was his Mother.
	There was he was butt bare assed naked with his dick in the sink.
	He gave his Mother the best bemused look he could, his Mother shook her head and turned away.  Rick sighed, would she tell his Dad?  His Dad was a no nonsense kind of guy and it really didn’t take much for him to get out his belt and let ‘im have it.  But it had been a long time since he had been belted.
	He decided not to stress about it, there were others to worry about—like being busted being naked in the same bed with his ten year old sister!  He completed his task of cleaning his cock and dashed back to bed with Allison.
	And speaking of Allison, she was sound to sleep.
	So he thought.
	Gently he crawled back into bed, crawling over his slumbering sister—and just as his still rock hard cock was at the crack of her ass—
	“PRRRRT!
	A narly stanky butt blast did she emit.
	The girl giggled greatly into her pillow and Rick found no humor in the deed at all.  He firstly smacked his sister’s ass flesh then tried to reach around under her to tweak her nipples.  During such time he found his bone between her legs against her cunny.
	Allie stopped giggling to serious up a bit; she raised her hips and with her hand between her legs she once more guided her brother’s prong but to her pussy instead of the other entrance.  Ricky found just the rubbing the head of his dong against his sister’s cunt entrance to be almost sufficient to get him to blow his wad.  His eyes fluttered, his balls tightened up and slowly the head of his cock guided by Allie made vaginal entry.
	
	As Rick continued to thrust between her thighs the pussy got wet and the cock was soon covered with her pussy juice.  (Rick was oblivious to the knowing the difference between a girl’s virginity status or he would have known sister Allison was not one…)
	Once properly lubricated with Allison’s pussy juices, Rick’s cock slid smoothly between the soft skin of her legs; she raised her hips and pushed her ass back into her brother all the while fingering her pussy and “getting off.”
	Rick buried his balls deep into Allie’s tight little pussy, the feeling was more than he could ever imagine.  And he felt himself squirting.  That feeling was more than he could imagine, too.

	He groaned softly and it felt like he was having a fantastic piss.  He strained as much as he could and he thought surely his cock would be like a snake and stretch right out of its skin.  There was an incredible shudder as his cock danced all on its own doing “whatever.”
	“Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed.  He began to pump with a vigorous action to get every ounce of joy out of the deal.  He began to pump with a steadier pace and he took over fingering the girl’s pussy, feeling how incredibly “wetter” it was becoming.
	He also reached up to his sister’s budding breasts to find them “puffy” with hardening nipples.  Allison seemed to be reaching some sort of orgasmic goal herself as her young body began to twist and gyrate.
	After a short time she let out a little squeal and her pussy started to squeeze and suck his cock all the harder.  Suddenly his cock was exploding, there was a terrific feeling never known before that seemed to surge straight from his toes and even made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck curl and tingle.  A great jut of his liquefied love filled Allie’s pussy to overflowing.
	“God damn it that feels good!”
	Allie giggled and pushed her sex further onto his cock.  Rick was no longer in control of himself and he began to fuck even more.  His cock was still hard and cum was still spewing.   
	When his cock erupted for the second time it was even more intense than the first.  Gobs of wet sticky juices from the both of them coated Allie’s  sex and all of Ricky’s cock and balls, thighs, with a small pool soiling the bed sheets.  The two snuggled and for the moment their first incestuous union had cum and went.  They drifted off to sleep only to awaken some time later to “do it again”.  Then, just before daybreak type time Allie was up to go pee.  Lightly in his sleep did Ricky know it; in his sleep hazed mind it took a mind to realize “you’re missing an opportunity!”
	Yawning, blowing a fart, he crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.  It was barely 5AM.  Allie sat huddled on the toilet just finishing her pee.  Closing one eye she looked up thru her tousled hair.  She managed a meager smile and a tiny wave of her hands.
	She parted her legs for to allow her brother to look down between her legs and into the bowl.  Through his bleary eyes he saw only yellow water.  Allison sat back, raising her legs and Rick saw what looked like “gobs” of white goo.
	“There sure was a lot of it.” Allison commented.  Rick stood up and began stroking his aching cock.  He needed to pee but there was “another” need requirement even more pressing.  Sure, he had seen his sister naked PLENTY of times, but somehow—it was different now.

	Allie slowly began to awaken, some—so was Ricky.  She eyed her brother’s cock waggling right before her face and took the member leaning up close.  Ricky made his cock pulse which seemingly surprised his little sister.  She grinned, farted, then amazingly LICKED the glistening head of his cock.
	“Suck it, Allie, please suck it!”
	“You gimme your allowance this week?”
	“What?”
	Allison held his cock, squeezing and that feeling he had had while in bed with her returned.  She had him—balls and all.	 Reluctantly he agreed,
	“I let you put it in me for free.” she commented.  That caught him off guard and he still failed to realize that Allison seemed to know more than she should. 
	With the assurance that she was going to get an extra ten bucks for the week she eagerly put her mouth about the glistening knob and began sucking it, diddling her tongue to the piss slit and fingering herself.
	Rick was in orbit, somewhere around Io.
	Soon Allison was “going down”, she made a face, wrinkled her nose, but fully engulfed her thirteen year old brother’s cock.  Mostly she just sucked half of it, ran her tongue about the sensitive crown and made slurping sounds as she strove to get him “off.”
	And that didn’t take too long.
	A huge wad of love spunk literally exploded suddenly without warning from his cock, showering the back of the girl’s throat.  Ally sucked on but sputtered and the cock popped out of her mouth.  More spunk spewed onto her sweet face then dribbled onto her chest.
	“Oh, fuck, Allie!” Rick said totally exhilarated by the deed.  His orbit now flung him around Titan.  He stood up on his toes masturbating, straining to get every ounce of pleasure from the misdeed.  Allison sat on the toilet fingering her sex and watching in amazement herself as her brother’s cock dripped spunk.
	“It’s too cold.” She commented and quickly wiped her cunny then flushed fleeing the bathroom returning to bed.  Rick remained, cold as it was, continuing to jerk off to settle his agonizing cock.  He finally managed to pee and had to do so with one hand braced against the wall, legs open, and angling his cock into the toilet.
	“Having fun?”
	The voice startled him and nearly cause him to have a heart attack.  Whirling around there was his Mom at the open door.  His eyes bulged and he could scarcely breathe.

	She shook her head, scratched her head and Rick couldn’t recall (later) if she had “checked him out” or not.  She obviously had seen him playing with himself as he poised himself at the toilet, but…
	“Just don’t make it a habit,” she commented as she turned to leave, “it’ll fall off.”
	‘What?  Huh?  Really?  No shit?’  surely his Mom wouldn’t like to him, not about something like that!  Surely!

*

A pessimist feels bad when he feels good for fear he’ll feel worse when he feels better
	It was a new thing to watch his sister; going to the bathroom, dressing and undressing, even farting.  They both knew their parents’ routines and knew when it was “safe” to do things without getting caught or risking getting caught.  Thru the night the two would fuck; Allison finally relented and after a great deal of try and error and pressure—accepted Ricky’s cock to her asshole.  That costed him, though, another’s week’s allowance.
	Mostly he settled for stuffing her pussy and mouth.

	In the barn:  Allie raked up what needed to be raked, brother Rick had been busy checking the cows and fixing some piping.  When that was done, Allie was still raking “stuff”.  Rick knew where his Dad was and knew where his Mom was.  He smiled as he came into the barn finding his sister working.  Slowly he snuck up behind her and nabbed her right when she was bent over.  
	She made a frightened noise but no one was close enough to hear her.  When she tried to turn around—Rick held her firm and brought her quickly to the hay bales at the end of the barn.  There he made quick work of shucking down his pants and underwear.  The bite of the cold air only stimulated his cock (and desire.)  To Allison he undressed her himself, pushing up her coat and shirts then working down her pants and underwear.
	Slowly but surely he made vaginal entry; Allie fingered her sex, bending over the bale of hay as much as she could to better the penetration.  Horndog Rick slid most of the way in, it’d be better if they were both nude but…
	(too damn cold!)
	Allison’s pussy was great for Rick’s cock, it was still snug despite near a week of relentless pounding.  The two were making love two and three times a night; then thru the day while doing chores they did more.

	Allison got pushed onto the hay bale and felt her brother’s tool virtually all the way in her.  She groaned, grunted, and felt the need to pee.  But Rick’s cock pounded relentlessly inside her cunny, filling it to capacity.  Luckily, though, he was a quick cummer and seldom lasted until the two-minute mark.
	Reaching the two-minute mark Rick spilled his seed DEEP inside his sister’s amazingly tight cunt.  The sensation was beyond comprehension and it still felt like he was having the best piss of his life.  Gobs and gobs of his love spunk spewed out of his cock, filling Allie’s cunt to capacity.
	When he pulled out, even more spunk matter splashed onto the girl’s ass.  Rick jacked off and considered a quick anal invasion when he heard footsteps crunching on the snow…

	Though Allie would have likened to go into the house and to the bathroom to flush out the cum in her pussy there was no time, she had to go with her Daddy into town on an errand involving just her.  The Mom didn’t drive.  Rick took over finishing up the raking and did so until the truck was out of sight.  He then hustled into the house dashing to the bathroom himself where dutifully he jacked his cock and then proceeded to wash it in the sink.
	“I know it’s cold, Son,” chided his Mom (busted again!) “but there’s the space heater to warm the bathroom if you want to take a shower.” Instead of just washing “parts”.  Rick blushed and was greatly embarrassed, of course; it’d be better, too, if SOME people would learn to shut the fucking door and LOCK it AND KNOCK BEFORE catching someone washing their dick in the sink!
	Rick stepped out of his clothes on the pretense of showering.  He turned on the small space heater and began the shower.  He really wasn’t in the mood to shower—it WAS too damn cold.  Instead he closed the door and saw the mirror on the back of the old dingy white door.  It was a half mirror that showed his bod from the waist up.  It wasn’t a bad reflection of himself, he wasn’t very muscular but he was thirteen, too.  
	Carefully he moved the mirror down to the floor then sat down before it with his legs opened wide.  He had a better view of his cock and balls and enjoyed a couple of moments of jerking off.  Finding Allie’s panties in the dirty clothes hamper he wrapped his wiener and proceeded to enjoy himself.
	Of course, his Mother returned, knocking on the door this time around.
	“Are you alright in there?”
	The woman had insight…

	‘I’m just jerking off, Mom!’ 
	‘Ok, don’t jerk too hard,’ she said, ‘remember what I said about that.’
	‘Yeah-fucking-yeah.’
	The heater hummed and Rick strove hard to cum.
	But it wasn’t happening.
	He used to be jack off (and cum) no problem but that was before he started humping his sister.  He squeezed his dick at the base, he flopped it all about, he closed his fingers about the head and jerked slowly, then fastly, then drempt up the image of Allison.
	There, too, was Caroline, Jennifer, some chick he didn’t know but wanted to know, then every other girl of various ages who lived in the town.  Since “cumming of age” the notion of seeing those girls filled him to the brink and still it wasn’t enough.  He had to be IN pussy, in a mouth or slamming a poop chute in order to “get off.”
	Finally his hand(s) gave out and he stopped.
	He lay on the bathroom floor in a netherworld of mixed dreams and emotions.  Caroline he thought was at least fifteen, long straight blond hair, a GREAT ass, and a fantastic smile that caused many a boy to spurt and soil their underwear—even the gay guys were capable of being “turned.”  Jennifer smelled sweetly of roses, short auburn hair, fantastic eyes, and a great rack.  The girl who worked at the candy store by the bookstore was hot, he thought her to be sixteen, she was short and always smiled at him.  A few she had given Allison some free candy.  He had no idea what her name was but he wanted to “do her.”
	And then every girl in town.
	Suddenly, “Cant you do that in your room?”
	Whether or not there had been a knock or not he didn’t know, but the door had opened and there was his Mom staring at him—on his back, naked, and panties wrapped about cock.  Sperm had pooled onto his belly and he was in the throws of orgasmic bliss.
	“HOLY SHIT, MOM!” he bitched.
	She made a face and shut the door.  Rick stood and though Allison may have liked his sperm to diddle her fingers and tongue in, Rick didn’t care for it on his body at all.  It was gross!
	A quick wash off and then he was out.
	He paused in the hall trying to decide what to do.  The cold had effected him.  He saw his parents’ bedroom door open, he smelled fudge baking, and it was beginning to snow (again).  The fire blazing in the living room fireplace helped a little, a little, but he was still cold and needed to get back into some clothes.
	But something compelled him and he stole a peek into his Mom’s room.  He wasn’t prepared for what he saw:  on the great 1930s style iron bed was his Mom, nude, “getting after it.”
	“HOLY SHIT, MOM!” he blurted again.
	His Mom, Arlene, sat up quickly almost in a panic.  She was sweaty, her boobs were fantastic with hardened nipples.  Rick’s cock shot to a sudden full strength.  Arlene had a light brown triangle poon pie and it was teeming with excitement.
	For a moment the two stood staring at one another.
	“Put another log in,” said his Mother to him, “then…” she didn’t finish but patted the bed.  Nakedly, Rick picked up a hunk of log from the bucket and shoved it into the pot bellied stove.  He warmed himself at the old cast iron thing temporarily forgetting about his nude Mother behind him.
	Slowly he turned and yep, sure enough—she was still there and she was still nude.  Rick batted his eyes, blinked his eyes, shut his eyes tight.  Shaking his head quickly didn’t help, she was still there.  She patted the bed again and gave her teenage son a “look.”
	Rick felt like there were cement blocks at his feet.  The distance from the stove to the bed was only a few feet but he was barely making any headway.  His balls surged and nothing stirred in his mind…

	Holy shit!  He was fucking his MOM!  To describe it couldn’t.  To compare it (to his sister) he couldn’t.  It was utterly fucking fantastic, though.  Utterly.  It was more fantastic than anything he could think of.  Mostly he figured ‘cause it was his MOM.  She didn’t have a Texas Snapping Pussy he had heard about, he figured his Dad tagged her quite a bit, but his cock was pleased jus the same and he fucked for all he was worth.
	That lasted all of three minutes.  A minutes longer than when he was in Allison!  A great hump load of spunk squirted dramatically into his Mom’s cunt—it was fucking fantastic!  His whole body shuddered, he trembled all over and the feeling in his cock was beyond belief.  His balls tingled and he could feel jut after jut shooting streams of sperm that seemed to last an inordinate amount of time.

*

	His eyes fluttered and there was a serious “warmth” searing his body; specifically the side of his thigh.
	“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed out.  The space heater in the bathroom had seared his ass.  Scrambling away he banged his head against the toilet.  Spunk had pooled onto his belly and his cock was still hard, still thinking of screwing his Mom.
	Screwing his Mom?
	SCREWING HIS MOM!
	His breathing was labored but began to settle down.  He had jacked himself into a tizzy thinking of screwing his Mom.  It had been intense.  So vivid, so real.  ‘HOLY SHIT!’

	After Allie returned Ricky escorted her QUICKLY to the far end of the diary and into the storage shed.  Here he practically raped his little sis, his need was great and he needed to fuck and needed to get the image of screwing his Mother out of his head.
	Allison took it well—very well and received a bountiful amount of hot jiz to her poon.  The girl was rendered nude and laid out on some boxes, her legs opened wide with brother Rick’s cock slamming hotly into the depths of her snatch.  The poor girl had no idea what had gotten into her brother—but she knew what had gotten into her!

	When Allison finally turned twelve Allison developed—all over.  Her breasts blossomed, she got poon pie coverage, farted louder, and got acne.  For her breasts she got a bigger bra size, “A” cup.  For her poon she got a razor and kept it trim most times and hairless the other times.  For farting?  A diet change and Beano.  For acne she got the Pill.  It was the Mom’s doing and it helped—in more ways than one.  Prior to that they were spending part of their allowances on condoms and other birth control devices.
	
And then?
	They fucked.  A lot.  Everywhere.  Anytime.  Anyhow.  Anyway.  Everyway.  They fucked near constantly with getting caught only once; whereupon the Daddy took a belt to Rick and beat him near raw.  The relationship between Rick and the Daddy soured from then on and when Rick was sixteen, he left the family.  Allison stayed (for her Mom.)  

	Rick only moved to the next town over, got a job but didn’t go back to school.  Fuck school.  When Allie got her license (to drive) she came to Rick’s crappy little trailer he lived in and they fucked their brains out.  Of course, when they got a little older they found “mates” and for a time went their separate ways.  But on Rick’s wedding day, right before the wedding he was at his sister’s house banging her brains out.  After the wedding, he was at his sister’s house—banging her brains out.
	On Allie’s wedding—ditto.
	From Rick’s marriage there was produced “Scott.”
	From Allie’s marriage there was produced “Angela.”
	Ah.
	Neither Rick’s or Allie’s marriages lasted, Allie’s lasted the longest but there were conflicts and Allie’s hubby felt that Allison was “cheating” on him, but he could never catch her at it.  He finally found a woman who could suck the chrome off a ’56 Buick and so he went with her.  Rick’s wife was killed in an auto accident.

Local High School Dropouts Cut In Half
It’s the Chainsaw Massacre all over again!
	Both Rick and Allie loved their children, and each others’ dearly and would do anything to help them in their lives.  Of course, one of the things they were doing was including them in their “extra” loving.  Rick and Allie maintained a steady sexual relationship and never tired of it.  They included their children, swapped them and progression of love continued.
	Living in a redneck trailer park, though, was not one of Rick’s life pursuits.  Allie took it all with a grain of salt.  Their parents were gone and the farm was sold off; most of the monies from the sale went to pay off the bills leaving not much in the way of a “family fortune.”  Rick, though, had a plan…
	(more on that later…)

and now for something completely different

A guy walks into a bar in Alabama and orders a white wine.
Everybody sitting around the bar looks up, surprised, and the bartender looks around and says: 
“You ain't from around here, are ya... where ya from, boy?” 
The guy says, “I'm from Iowa.” 
The bartender asks, “What th' hell you do in Iowa?” 
The guy responds, “I'm a taxidermist.” 
The bartender asks, “A taxidermist... now just what th' hell is a taxidermist?” 
The guy says, “I mount animals.” 
The bartender grins and shouts out to the whole bar, “It's OK boys, he's one of us!”

*
	A group of Kentucky second, third, and fourth graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to Churchill Downs, the famous Louisville race track, to see and learn about thoroughbred horses. 
	When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided  that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other.   The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal.
	Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their  pants, and began hoisting the boys up, one by one, holding onto their “wee-wees” to direct the flow away from their clothes.  
	As she lifted one, she couldn't help but notice that he was unusually well endowed.  Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, 	“You must be in the fourth grade.” 
	“No, ma'am," he replied. “I'm riding Silver Arrow in the seventh race today!  But thanks for the help!”

*

Subject: Career choice
	An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.  Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it.
	One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table  three objects: a Bible, a silver dollar, and a bottle of whisky.
	“I'll just hide behind the door,” the old preacher said to himself, “and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up.  If it's the Bible; he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!  If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a  businessman, and that would be okay, too.  But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be.”

  	The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.  Tossing his books  on the bed he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.
 	He picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm.  Next he picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket.  Then uncorked the bottle and took a big drink.
	From behind the door his Dad whispered, “Lord have mercy, he's gonna be a Politician!”

*

	“Sir?  Sir?  Sir, are you alright?”
	The voice he didn’t know nor could he see it.  There was an odor, or a smell unfamiliar to him, too.  Rivers of sweat trickled down his body tickling and annoying him; but when he moved in response to the tickling annoyance he felt an incredible swash of fire.  Mostly to his finger tips but like when sitting too close to a campfire and leaning in to adjust a hunk of wood—the searing heat from the fire and coals roasted his face.
	A voice, the voice, was talking to him and when he heard “911” Mack summoned what energy he had left, “NO.” followed by, “I’m alright.”
	He wasn’t but…
	The ice cream truck driver was a pocked mark faced kid in his twenties and not of the country Mack resided in.  ‘go back to you truck,’ Mack Minded to him, ‘go about your business.’
	The driver did so without another thought to Mack’s plight.
	Slowly his vision cleared, he felt incredibly warm and violently ill.  That was passing, though, but what had brought it on worried—no, bothered him—greatly.  Overuse of his bionic-minding abilities?  Or something else?  He hadn’t been to a doctor in years…
	The sickly-debilitating feeling dissipated but left him weak and ill.  His mind was muddled and took precious moments to recollect.  He was on the ground, a concrete driveway to be exact, leaning against a “thrash” pickup.  Gathering his strength and still bracing against the truck he scooted himself up.
	In the cab was Jenny and Jon, Jenny stark naked with cum spew drying on her ass and cunt.  She was coming out of her stupor and Mack didn’t know if he had it in him to “fix” her right off.
	She was dazed and confused and that helped as Mack struggled with the lingering effects that affected him.

	Getting his senses and wits and whatever else he put the girl back under his control.  ‘get dressed.’
	There was a ringing (again) in his ears, but this time it was determined to be a telephone, close by, too.  He felt a little faint and was that at any moment he was going to hurl.  Behind him he caught the glimpse of movement—
	Little sister Teri was making for the garage phone.
	Jon, underneath Jenny moved and he needed a “fix”, too.
	Jenny slowly dressed herself, minus her panties which were still on the driveway floor.  Under Mack’s direction she was directed to “go into the house.”  Jon was “directed” to lay still and “sleep.”  
	The little girl, Jenny’s sister, Teri, chatted on the phone and it wasn’t clear if she could see “Mack” or not.  Mack no longer cared, either.  Jenny moved slowly stumbling some into her house.  She was paused at the kitchen table; there she undressed once more and laid herself out.  Mack, with a pounding headache, came to her, stripped off his clothes, and introduced himself in his “special way.”
	Meanwhile…
	Teri.

	After chatting with Wanda “I know everything you don’t” Kinkmon, ten year old Teri skipped out of the garage and up to her sister’s boyfriend’s truck.  He was still within, where Jenny went to wasn’t known—probably to the bathroom to shower up before going to work—which she was really-really late for. 
	Jon was naked and jacking off.
	He scrambled and squirted off as Teri’s pretty face came up to the truck’s driver’s side window.  She saw it all.  All.  There was no place for Jon to “scramble” to but he tried.
	“Hot shit, T!” he bitched as he tried to cover himself.  He was a little bewildered at his predicament to say the least—only vaguely did he recall having sex with Jenny.  His dick was hard, pulsing, and the object of attention to young Teri.
	Jon was in a panic.  Being nude in his truck parked on his girlfriend’s parents’ driveway was bad.  Being nude in the presence of his girlfriend’s little sister was REALLY bad.
	“I know what you were doing!” chided the little girl.
	Jon was petrified.
	“W-where’s your sister?” Jon asked as he scrambled about collecting his clothes and hurriedly dressing.
	Teri shrugged, picked her nose, and continued eyeing Jon’s dong.
	Jon continued dressing, Teri enjoyed it greatly when the boy slipped on his boxers—in doing so he raised his pelvic area thusly fully exposing his very nice thick cock.
	“Can I touch it?” Teri asked.
	“WHAT!?  Hell no!”
	Teri was put off by the refusal.  Then,
	“If you don’t let me I’ll tell (my parents).”
	Jon looked around in a sheer panic.  This was not good.
	‘Not out here.’ he conveyed to the girl, ‘too dangerous, someone will see.’
	Teri smiled and OPENED the driver’s side door, “let’s go into the garage!” she said with a smile.
	Jon batted his eyes—this wasn’t happening.  This WASN’T happening!  He stared at the pretty girl, looked all around, gulped, sweated, and felt his cock and balls surging.  He failed to note Jenny’s car still parked at the curb.  Not really caring at that point, either.
	Dumbfoundedly he followed the frisky blackmailing little girl into the garage.  The door was closed and the little girl moved to the far end of the garage behind her Dad’s covered boat.  There she stood and eyed Jon’s crotch.
	Jon looked around totally petrified.  No thoughts of Jenny, he knew where the parents were and how long they would be gone.  Slowly, holding his breath, his trembling fingers undone his pants and out thru the flap of his boxers flopped his cock.
	Teri bit in her lip and gave the organ a nice long look.
	Jon felt a little better, wrinkled his nose, licked his lips and began stroking the organ.  Teri grinned and reached out to “touch” the organ.  Jon made a quick look around then placed his fingers to the base of his cock, stretched it, and totally was boffled by the girl’s unabashed actions—she took over masturbating him and he liked it!

	In the kitchen, on the kitchen table, Jenny Brimmer got her brains fucked out.  She clung to the edge of the cherry wood table, it scooted on the green/yellow linoleum floor as the Fucker fucked the Fuckee.  Boyfriend Jon’s cock was no match for what invaded her, but Jenny’s mind was “void” and only knew that she was getting boffed.
	And speaking of getting boffed…

	The “smell” of cock was displeasing.  There was a sincere severe displeasing “odor” that lingered about the glistening orb and in no way was Teri going to “kiss” it as instructed by her sister’s boyfriend.
	Until that is,
	“I’ll give you a five spot.”
	“Make it ten!” the girl was smart.  
	Jon balked but wasn’t really in a position to do so.  He dug out of his wallet two Five’s and handed them over.  Teri, still gripping his dick, “kissed” the gooey head of the boy’s pulsing prong.  She didn’t like it, made a face, and was even more curious than ever before.
	Then she got a serious face on her.  Jon didn’t noticed, he had just gotten the head of his cock KISSED by his girlfriend’s ten year old sister!  It didn’t get no better than that!	
	Yeah it did…

	Teri gripped Jon’s cock, stretching it herself.  Sticking her tongue out she ran her tongue (like her sister had taught her) all about the sensitive crown.  Jon raised up on the balls of his feet, his body stretching as much as his cock was.  Then Teri put her lips about the pulsing prong and sucked.
	Jon was in orbit—somewhere about the Jovian System.  The little girl was fantastic!  She worked his cock as she sucked, taking in more and more as she worked harder and harder.  Jon reeled and worked his hips pumping into the girl’s mouth and not caring one little bit that it was his girlfriend’s sister OR a ten year old little girl!

	On the kitchen table Jenny lay heaving, sweating profusely, and leaking gobs of cum from her well fucked—well fucked cunny.  The hum of the refrigerator and the constant tick-tock of the cat clock on the wall made the only noise.
	The need to quench thirst prompted Mack, though, to make noise—to open the fridge door and grab a brew.  He also helped himself to some cold leftovers and recovered.
	Meanwhile, time ticked on.
	Jenny farted, sat up and looked oddly around.
	Her pretty eyes of brown looked to the clock.
	Then to the microwave oven’s clock.
	“What the fuck?” she was an hour late, and naked!
	‘Go take a shower.’
	Jenny slipped off the table (slid off the table) and scurried to the hall bathroom.  Mack polished off two more beers before “joining” her.
*

Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
What?
	With her legs up along his chest, his cock slid almost effortlessly into her cunny.  It mattered not if a deranged axe murderer came busting in on them, he was at the plateau of extreme bliss and there was nothing that was going to stop it.
	It was a little more than what Teri expected, though.  Sister Jenny had fucked her with a zucchini, a hot dog wiener, a cucumber, carrot, and banana.  A “real cock”, though, she hadn’t had and Jon’s cock was nothing in comparison to the aforementioned edible “items.”
	He wasn’t a “bastard”, though, not like sister Jenny described as guys who just want to “get it in, get off, get out, go watch football.”  Jon made slow dutiful penetration, pulled out a few times and humped the gash before jamming back in to go into her sex a little more.
	Then a little more.
	Then a little more.
	Then…
	Forget it, he was cumming.

	There was distraction from both Jon and Teri as the rattle of the garage door began to raise.  Jon pumped furiously—if he was going to die a horrible death then he was going to go out with the most fantastic feeling he could manage.
	Teri was in some discomfort and wasn’t that much aware of any pending doom.  A man entered into the garage, looked around, farted, then closed the door…
	Jon’s cock buried to the hilt in Teri’s cunt jutted jets of final juices.  He was hard pressed to keep from making noises.  There seemed to be a hell of a lot of cum, though—seething thru his cock tantalizing his balls and vocal chords.
	‘Mmmmm, nice.’
	Jon couldn’t “see” anyone, but felt a “presence.” 
	The orgasm seemed complete.  He pulled out and even MORE cum exploded from his cock, shooting up the naked Teri’s body then pooling onto her fucked cunt and midriff.
	Teri was in a little distress.  Her pussy hurt.  There was some blood, mostly coating Jon’s dick.  It had been awhile since Jon had “busted” a virgin.  Teri was not exactly a “virgin” but she hadn’t gotten dicked.

	Jon lay awkwardly beside her cooing to her as she wept and diddled her very sore aching cunt.  Jon’s cock continued to leak sperm onto her and he seemed to be genuinely concerned for her.  Of course, a great deal of that concern was concern for himself, too.
	‘Pick her up, take her to the bathroom.’
	Jon scooped Teri up and with his prong hanging to the left and still dripping strands of cum, carried the child out the backdoor of the garage, into the backyard, then into the house via the backyard patio door.  Then to the bathroom.
	In the tub the warm water helped soothe the child and Jon joined her.  She would be sore for a little while longer, but she was better and no longer distressed.  And there’s nothing better to soothe an ache like a repeat to help it along and get over the ache.  So after the bath, Teri was laid out on the bathroom floor and fucked again.

	Jon tried to take his time; his cock didn’t fully “fit” into the ten year old but he made the try anyways.  When the little girl began to fuss he stopped and settled on laying his cock on her slit and happily humping that way.  The feeling was not as sensational, but it was close.
	Teri took it well, the ache in her cunny made her uncomfortable but it was tolerable.  She grunted some but mostly kept her lips tightly pursed.  Her pretty eyes closed tightly when Jon’s dong made hard humps against her.  He apologized and slowed his humping, raised up more and to one side to press the head of his dong against her entrance and drag the head up and down the entrance.
	Soon, though, he was cumming.  A huge squirt blasted out of his prick soiling the child all the way up to her chin.  The next explosion squirted just up her stomach to the middle area between her small budding breasts.  The third jut was more of a “gob” that spilled onto her bare midriff.  
	Jon let out a very satisfying moan of pleasure as the quickness of his orgasm had reached the height of pleasure and then very quickly nose-dived.  His cock continued to cream onto Teri’s body, wicking away his energy until he had to lay beside her and “rest.”
	Teri, though, had no such need.  
	‘Diddle your fingers in the goo.’ 
	And though lo it was disgusting, she did it.
	‘Finger your pussy.’ With the fingers laden with spunk matter, she did.  Along with raising her legs and finger fucking her asshole.  Then really getting into her cunt and fingering as much as she could.  Her nipples perked up and she slowly became “aroused.”
	While Jon slept nude on the bathroom floor, little Teri laid out on her bed, legs up along a manly chest, getting the doinking of her young life.  She gripped the covers of her bed and clung on for dear life—the pud invasion to her young snatch was more than Jon’s, much more.
	But like Jon, there was no intent on “hurting” the girl, just fucking her brains out.  Like Jon, when Teri showed signs of distress the manly pud was withdrawn to hump tenaciously onto her gash.  Only part of the manly manhood made entry into her anyways, but even so—it was quite a cock!
	When done, and cum thoroughly coated the child’s pussy (inside and out) and then up her belly and chest, she was turned over.  Mack had to sit on the floor up against a big blue wooden chair that had stuffed plush animals piled in it.  He needed a rest, a long one.  He gazed upon the child’s ass…

Always feel with your heart, although it's better with your hands
	He sat in the truck for about a minute, his mind in a blur.  After firing the truck up, he continued to sit—in a blinding mind blur; he had screwed his girlfriend’s little ten year old sister.  He had gotten off in her mouth AND up her ass.  He had bathed with her, showered her with pee, fucked her on the bathroom floor and in her bedroom.  He was a cad.  And if anyone (like say her sister and parents found out—he was dead.)
	But until then…
	Slowly he backed the “thrash” truck out of the drive and went on his way—leaving Teri still naked (well fucked) on her bed.  Of course, she wasn’t alone…
	The girl had a nice ass.  It was basically not so much unlike any other girl’s ass, it was “round”, it was firm, and young.  After some needful rest Mack assaulted the girl’s bum—first by touch after a long leering moment of “examining” it by eye.
	The skin was soft and pleased him greatly.  Parting the cheeks he found the “hole” to be equally pleasing and “untouched.”  A tongue examination was necessary thereafter followed by a dutiful fingering.  This was followed by a nice hard strong cock.
	Like in her pussy, the cock could only make partial entry, basically the “head” and half an inch of shaft.  More probing on a daily basis with the help of anal lubes would probably help out the cause.  Probably.
	Another beer helped Mack’s cause, he felt much-much better.  What the problem was earlier he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to go so far as to say that it “scared” him—just that it concerned him.

	It was nearing five o’clock, he had places to go, he needed to check on Craig and see what he was up to, then cruise back to his sidekick, Ken, and see what was going on there.  Before any of that could happen, of course, there was a knock on the door.
	Of course!
	Mack was in little mood to deal with intrusions.  Plus he was naked, spent, head hurt, and his willy hurt, too.  Sighing, blowing a narly butt blast he moved to where from the kitchen he could peer out the large bay window to see who was at the front door.  
	The house was a nice ranch style of brick stone, the front area had a covered walkway and there were two peoples there of interest; a nice looking teenage girl and a young girl possibly her sister.  hmmmm
	The teen girl had super fine slightly feathered blond hair.  Nice legs.  Small breasts, nice butt, great smile.  A not-too-bright yellowish dress just to the knees, flowery style and fitting nicely to her teen body which was about fifteen years old or so.
	The younger girl was dressed in purple; a short dress, purple socks, and a purple beret.  Purple panties?  Inquiring minds wanted to know. 
	The teen girl was growing impatient, no one was answering the door.  She knocked and rang the door and Mack stood contemplating.

*

Miners Refuse to Work after Death
Those no-good-for-nothing lazy so-and-so's!

(A Tanner short story in its entirety)
	“Maybe she’s not home?”
	  It was a safe bet, little Michelle seemed disappointed, stood with arms crossed glaring at the closed non-responsive door huffing.  
	“Well,” said Donna standing behind her, “she probably couldn’t talk Jenny into having her stay home alone, so she’s probably with her.”
	“Can we go to where Jenny works?” asked Michelle hopefully.
	“No, I’ve got to get to work myself.” then, “I’ll scoot you over to Aunt Becky’s and you--”
	‘Come inside.’
	The great oaken door with the crystal glass inset swung open.  Donna Jane (DJ) felt a strong compelling force, or push, or pull, or something drawing her in.  Her mind went a little blank and she was not herself…

	No purple panties, they were yellow (with little duckies all over them.)  They snugged against her body nicely, though, and there was just a slight “staining” reeking of urine.  The panties were pulled down and she stood nude in Teri’s bedroom.
	Teri remained steadily asleep, on her stomach, stretched out across the width of her bed, cum drying on her ass and its accompanying hole.  Michelle’s big sister, DJ, was of great interest to Mack, he took his time with her but had to keep vigil on the time; according to Teri, her Mom who worked at a real estate office would be home between Five and Five-thirty.  Her Daddy worked at a big office complex and wouldn’t be home until Six and Six-thirty.  The current time was Four thirty-five.
	Still not feeling quite up to par, Mack took the time just the same.  Normally he “thought ahead” and had not one but two back up plans in case something should awry.  Normally.  DJ seemed to be the exception to the rule—whatever rule there was.  She was quite the charmer, very good skin, cock pleasing, nice set of titties, pleasing to the eye all over.  She was almost eighteen (but looked fifteen!)
	Although he had made quick work of stripping down DJ’s little sister, ten year old Michelle, he paused for some unknown reason while standing nude before the older sib.  Slowly he took her hand and wrapped her fingers about his cock.  She stared straight ahead and under less stringent conditions he would have her a little more—alive.
	She smelled good, wore good jewelry and good clothes.  Her face was quite remarkable and he guessed butt bare assed naked she would be a dynamo in the sack.  
	His cock surged and soon he was drawn to her, sliding off her outer wear, then her underwear.  Why on Earth gals wore so many clothes was beyond his comprehension; DJ wore some sort of layered outer garments consisting of light airy loose yellowish jacket that had buttons that didn’t “button”, then a yellow vest-like thing that was some sizes too small but that was a style and accompanied her outfit.
	Mack pushed them off her shoulders then slowly slipped off her black undershirt and then black lace bra.  There were matching panties, too.  For near eighteen she had a nice rack; solid teenage titties, no moles, no blemishes, no scars.  She was perfectly fit and possibly worked out or exercised in some manner to stay trim.  
	And speaking of “trim” her poon pie trim was nicely trimmed.
	Although Mack’s desires was usually directed to the younger set, like Teri and Michelle, Mack guided the naked DJ to Teri’s bed where he found her pussy most delicious and very accepting to his hardened rock.  

	DJ was not a virgin.  But the poon was still pleasing to satisfy any cock.  Any cock.  Mack stuffed himself into her and humped his pleasure.  Beside him Teri’s body jiggled; he caressed her ass and fucked DJ harder.  Behind him, Michelle peed; Mack (after finishing with her sister) took her into the bathroom for a quick wash up.
	He was pumping into her mouth when he heard the front door.

Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
See if that works any better than a fair trial!

	After slinging her briefcase down she stood at the hall nightstand adjusting her skirt and listening to the messages on the answers machine.  She heard one message from her mother, “we’re planning on coming for a visit…”  Carla cringed, her Mom and her new “beau” would be in the house.  She herself was a little creeped out by her Mom marrying someone she only knew less than a year after becoming widowed.  
	Messages 2-thru-6 were for daughter Jenny “Where are you?” from a panicky co-worker.  Carla shook her head sadly, she wasn’t in fear that Jenny was late because of an accident, she overslept, or anything so trivial—it was that low no-account worthless boyfriend of hers!  Carla just knew it!
	And that was all she knew…

	For a gal in her 40s she wasn’t bad.
	Mack was tiring and greatly wanted to lay down; but first!
	Undressing Carla wasn’t as bad as DJ, there was a beige cotton jacket and blouse to deal with but they were business type and easily removed.  A pair of 38Bs greeted him and after ditching the bra he spent a few moments fondling them.  
	Then she was rendered completely nude and walked to her bedroom whereupon upon her bed she got the doinking of her life.  Mack was still unable to give her “life” as he would have likened—when he tried livening her up a bit it was a no-go due to the persistent near debilitating ringing in his mind.  He didn’t care for it so he just made love to her as she was and let it be.
	He didn’t cum, though; his cock was worn out as well as his bod.  He needed to start working out again and not relying so much on his bionic implants.  Carla moaned some; she moved her naked body with her cunny squeezing his throbbing invader.  It pleased Mack and he gave the woman a reason to live.

	In turn she gave him joy; he spent some time enjoying her breasts and soon was shooting hot wads of life giving man juice into the depths of her womanness.  He was virtually exhausted and realized that his unique “abilities” were dwindling.  The need to scurry home was great.  
	Completing his task with Carla he ducked into the masterbath for a very needful shower—a quick cold shower then a relaxing warm shower.  That was followed by a few moments on the pot.  Nothing better relaxes a guy than a “few minutes” on the pot…
	Loose ends.  DJ, her sister, and Teri.  (and Teri’s Mother, Carla, too) all needed to be redressed and fixed up with DJ shuffling off on her way to work before her co-workers called HER home and left messages “where are you” and worried her Dad who was already suspicious of his teen daughter’s activities.  (more on that later…)
	The work of dressing the girls was tedious—he was more of the “undressing” kind and not the other.  Once everyone was cleaned (of spunk and pee), they were dressed and a little mind doinking to set them right.  Mack definitely wanted to make a re-visit.  Teri’s sister was interesting, so was Teri.  Even Jon had prospects!
	To each girl (while dressing them) he took precious time fingering them, kissing, fondling, and spanking.  There was no favorites, in the beginning (when acquiring girls so long ago) he had tried to choose a “favorite” that pleased him above the others.  For a time it had worked but, it also drove him crazy.  Each girl (and some boys) had qualities—some were indeed more special than others but it boiled down to their skin, their tight ass, their hairless poons, palm sized breast; sweet smiles, hair styles, sparkling eyes, missing teeth, dimples; daintiness, naiveness, sweetness all over put each girl into their own category as Number One.
	Teri had his attention, she was naïve to a point, but naughty, too.  Some of that naughtiness was her ownself, but there was a prompting from big sis, Jenny, too.  Teri had a lovely little body, for ten she was quite the charmer with her breasts just beginning to bud.  A light covering of poon pubes, soft skin, curious eyes of wonderment and general appeal made her a Number One.  Before dressing her, Mack took the time to caress her ass, spank it, and squeeze.
	In his mind he wanted to add her to his collection.  
	Back at the three bedroom home he was renting temporarily his collection was small; just Ken (former security guard) with Heather Carrol (also a former security guard); Kathleen Jobber with her son and daughter, and Shanna.  

	Ken was “willing”, a willing sidekick who had willing schluffed off his former life (such as it was) for a new life.  He had been “chubby” in the beginning weeks?  months? ago prior but had begun to trim down—all that fucking will do that for you.  (of course, along with the humping came a gooder diet and that kinda helped, too.)
	Kathleen, a mother of two, also was a willing sidekick.  
	Heather Carrol and Shanna were the only two members who were not “willing.”  But they had had their minds dinked with long enough that they willingly participated in the daily activities involving sexual romps in one way or another without question—including enduring being spanked.  Mack was a spanker!
	And to Teri’s young tender ass he “tenderized” it (but not to any extreme) just enough to “warm it up” a bit.  Thereafter he caressed, squeezed the girl’s nude body and pressed his manly manhood against her cock pleaser.
	Her best friend, Michelle, also had a cock pleaser and Mack was pleased.  Michelle’s body was a tad bit “smaller” than friend Teri, and her breasts were barely coming in.  But she was all kinds of cute, all kinds.  And not hair one on her poon!  On Teri’s bed he laid the child out, legs opened wide and “going to town.”  
	Greatly did he want to add her to his family.
	That went for Michelle’s sister, Donna, too.
	Donna was seventeen; she had boobs, hair on her cunt, and cock breath.  Mack lightly probed her mind seeing the image of a handsome hunk of a boy (with his dick in her mouth).  He also shoved it into her ass as well as her cunt.  When in her cunt, the weeny was wrapped.
	They were lovers and enjoyed one another’s company.
	Mack spanked her and gave her pussy and good doinking. 

	At Six-thirty Mack whistled a tune as he happily walked down the tree lined sidewalk.  Behind him a mid-size executive car pulled into the driveway where a pair of panties could be found.  In the house could be found a woman on her bed in a highly horny agitated state, waiting for a good dicking.
	Down the hall sat two young tweenys (ten year olds) discussing such topics as the length of a boy’s dick in comparison to the length of a girl’s cunt.
	Down the street a teen girl in a hurry to work blew the stop sign and nearly got creamed.  Mack tottled on him and slept for two days…