August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 47
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Final Chapters
-4-

Spy games, the next generation
	Drucilla’s Pond
	It was remote and took a bit of a walk to get to, but once there, it was worth it.  The pond was located deep in the woods some miles from the Ballwins and Talburrs.  At this point, Bo didn’t know the story of Gary and his “siblings” as he told everyone that they were and not his “children.”  That came a little at a time.  But Bo had a sneaky suspicion that though lo he didn’t actually see any hanky and/or panky going on in their trailer he was sure that there was some.  
	After checking out the area (for security’s sake) Bo took it upon himself to get naked and skinny dip.  He didn’t blatantly expose himself to Gary’s kids, but it was known that he was naked just the same.  Of course, there was the ever popular handy-dandy EMAD if things didn’t go as planned…
	But, as he swum out to the center of the secluded pond fed by a huge 50 foot waterfall, he saw the kids on the shore stripping down along with their father.  Bo sunk himself just below the surface and watched as Marissa stepped nakedly into the water, testing the coldness and just how deep the pond was.  Bo got an instant erection despite the indeed severe chillness of the mountain water.
	Jennifer ran butt naked full bore into the water “getting it over with” while her brother, Paul, barrel jumped into the pond.  Jolene hung with her naked dad (of whom also had a raging boner) and they walked hand in hand into the almost frigid water.
	Paul blatantly splashed about; launching himself upwards from an underwater log, propelling himself up out of the water a bit then belly plunging back into the water making a big splash.  Gary crawled up on a boulder on one side of the pond and belly flopped…

	At length Bo pulled himself out of the water and laid out on the shore basking in the afternoon sun.  The images of Miss Maimie and Miss Emily had faded, replaced by the sweet face of Marissa and her sisters.  After a time, one by one the others came out, too.  Marissa actually laid out beside him, laying on her stomach face away from him.
	Jennifer and Jolene came to lay on the other side of him, flopping the nice young naked wet bodes down—giving Bo a reason to live.  They were talkative, shivered some, and sat up with their legs crossed.  Gary and Paul were last to exit the pond, they sat on the other of Marissa.
	Thirty minutes of basking and Bo scrambled up and brushed the sand from his body.  His cock was still hard; his thoughts while basking were of Shaylynn and Claudia (and Shaun, too!)  After de-sanding himself he made for his ride and dug out the picnic stuff.  Gary came along and helped out with the kids finally lending a hand, too.
	A small fire was made, wieners were roasted, hotdogs made, drinks served, and everyone remained nude while doing so.  Bo couldn’t keep his eyes from Marissa, or Jennifer/Jolene.  His cock raged to hump them, he could tell offhandedly that the girls were not virgins…
	It was a cinch that brother Paul was probably tagging them, but Bo wanted to know was Gary?

	After lunch, Bo sat not particularly “hiding” his boner, Paul and Gary certainly weren’t.  Jolene went up to her Daddy, hugging.  Gary hugged the girl back, patting her ass and getting harder than he already was—Bo, too!  Bo didn’t hold back and began stroking his member, eyes feasting on the ten year old girl’s ass.
	Gary dropped his hand to that ten year old ass, patting it, caressing, then squeezing the cheeks.  Bo had a “hunger” on his face and it was guessed that Gary could see the desire in his eyes.  
 	Slowly Gary pulled Jolene down across his lap, lightly spanking her, parting her cheeks and sending poor Bo into a sexual agony.  The patting continued; Bo opened his legs wider fully exposing himself to the rest of Gary’s family.  
	The rest of Gary’s family didn’t seem to mind; Paul watched both Bo and his Dad/Jolene; Jennifer watched Bo; Marissa fingered herself!  Bo’s attention was captured, the girl sat on her delicious butt, her shoulders against a large boulder, her fingers diligently fingering her virtually hairless poon.

	Across her Daddy’s lap, Jolene wriggled some, her arms were stretched out before her; her Daddy spanked her butt—but not hard.  After a few good swats turning the skin partially red, he parted the cheeks and began fingering the hole and the hairless poon there, too.  At length he pulled the girl up, she straddled his lap and they hugged—father-daughter kissed, then Gary gently guided his Daddy-hood into her sex.
	Bo was all about that.
	He nodded approvingly, stroked his bone all the more and watched attentively as Gary’s cock disappeared up into the young girl’s poon.

	Bo felt his cock swelling as it slid comfortably up into the girl’s cunt, his hands locked tightly onto her darling little butt.  She herself latched onto his bod, pulling herself up and sliding back down onto his prodding prong.  She was able to take it all—as she was able to take all of her Daddy’s.  Bo strove to hold off cumming, which wasn’t too hard to do.  And there wasn’t a lot of out-and-out rapid pumping, either—just a slow gentle “up” and “down.”
	Meanwhile, Marissa occupied her Daddy, sucking his cock after he had blasted a load into sister, Jolene.  Bo was totally into the groove, literally.  Gary took it all in stride and as soon as his Daddy cock was hard again, Marissa slid up onto his lap and slid down onto his cock.  She was all about grinning, giggling, and had perky little nipples.  Nice—very nice.
	At length, though, Bo did cum.  It couldn’t helped.  A mighty blast off of love cream exploded DEEP into Jennifer’s tight cunt.  His grip to the girl’s lovely young ass tightened, fingers delving into her crack; his powerful teen schlong screeching skin rubber as he plowed her dick trench.  The girl herself seemed to be intensified sexually and clung to her new lover, squeezing his cock lovingly with her cock pleaser.
	Meanwhile, Marissa and her Daddy were on the ground with Marissa on top, her legs up alongside her Daddy’s body, her body laying down on his, his Daddy dong fully up into her cozy.  The fuck they endured was intense and helped Bo unleash his torrent.
	Jolene sucked on Bo’s cock after her sister crawled off, and Paul licked out Jennifer’s cunt as it still squirted and the young girl was “agitated.”  The girls were lovely things and Bo was very enamored with them; Jennifer lay wriggling on the ground with her brother eating out her pussy, fingering her asshole and driving her more sexually crazy than she already was!  Which drove Bo crazy (sexually), too.

	And while Jolene slurped on Bo’s cock, Paul moved up onto his naked sweaty sister and dipped his wick into her for some “brotherly” love.  Bo enjoyed immensely watching them screw, and his enjoyment was compounded exponentially with being sucked on and watched the father/daughter relationship of Marissa and her Daddy getting it on.
	Not far away at a remote campsite was another pairing “getting it on.” 

*

The wanderer still wandering wondering
	Gunfire got his attention.  There was still in the listless mountain air, smells were beginning to return to him; cornbread, frying bacon, wildflowers, skunk oil.  More and more he was beginning to become more and more of himself, but elusively—still, was returning to fullness of being.  
	Moving thru the wildflowers Dom scurried on a direct line bearing on where the gunfire had taken place.  He had enjoyed being an entity but it was taking its toil on him and he was no closer to becoming “human” than when he was when he began his search.
	Magnus’ EMAD wasn’t much, powerless and of little use for Dom’s needs.  Dom knew that there were others, other people Magnus knew who had EMADs of worth, but as time went on—and on, Dom found no one worthy.  It was time to move on and begin his search elsewhere.
	Coming to the remains of a construction site he surveyed the area seeing a non-descript van firstly, then movement of peoples.  It was the dead of nite but Dom the Entity could see as in Black and White, another nuance of being an “entity.”
	Inside the van were two peoples, a young woman and a young boy, they were tied up, the van’s sliding door open.  Across the open ground to a  warehouse-like building a man stumbled out of a door, sloushed against the railing of the porch and stumbled down to nearly fall on the ground.  He had a handgun in his left hand…
	Inside the building two men lay in a crumbled heap, dead-dead-and oh so dead.
	The young woman in the van was frightened, the boy with her was even more so and to prove it—he had pissed his pants.  He wore a private school uniform, had a lot of brown hair, an earring, and was all of about eleven years young.
	The woman was his mother, she was in a nurse’s outfit and in her mid 20s.  She was frightened to be sure and held her son close to her, he was tied up hand and foot—she was not.

	The man slumped on the ground finally moved, spit, cussed aloud “FUCK!” then kicked at the dirt and sighted on the van.  Then he smiled and stumbled his way to the van, he was drunk.  Once at the van he breathed hard and reeked of beer.  He was seething anger, too.
	“Let us go, Ralph,” the woman said, “let Alex go, I’ll stay--”
	“SHUT UP!” Ralph said, backhanding the young woman and furthering “Alex’s” fright—he pissed his short blue pants even more.
	The young woman took the slap to her face, she was pissed but took the slap and didn’t show/give the man any satisfaction of being injured.  She seethed and stared at the man being very-very pissed.
	The man stared at the woman, then at the boy.  He seemed pissed and confused.  Then he grabbed the woman and dragged her out of the van.
	“Canada’s not far now, we can go there and start over, clean.”
	The woman, his wife, shook her head, “We’re not going anywhere with you!”
	This pissed the man off even more and he slung his wife to the ground and quickly pinned her, straddling her chest, shoving the barrel of the handgun into her mouth.  His eyes were wide and Samantha shook, trembling in fear and other mixed emotions.  She was in great fear but denied her erratic husband thief and now murderer the pleasure he sought—dominance.
	The man calmed and pulled the gun out of his young wife’s mouth.  He broke down crying, shaking his head and being very emotional.  He was a little grungy, in need of a shave (and shower) and better clothes.  Laying on her he made whispers of apologies, shaking and trembling all over.  While he did so, Samantha surreptitiously got the gun and flung it away…

	From inside the van, young Alex could just see his derelict Dad, as his terrified eyes adjusted he saw his Dad laying on top of his Mom, Alex made noise as he thought for sure she was dead.  This got his Dad’s attention who came to him, wrenching him out of the van, ripping the cloth out of his mouth and planting him roughly beside his Mom.
	“You’re Mom and me and you, we’re all going to go into Canada and start a new life.”
	Alex had once loved and adored his Dad, but he was a “deadbeat.”  A scourge he had become, a common convenience store robber, throwing in with a band of thugs, he had spun his life out of control and had become dangerous, a danger to society and others.
	Samantha protested the rough treatment of their son, this only pissed the non-pillar of society off and he come up with some rope tying her arms outward to a hunk of metal buried in the ground.
	Then, while his young son watched (and the unseen Entity), Paul Taggert ripped off his wife’s green-ish nurse’s top, undershirt, then her bra.  He straddled her stomach and began squeezing the young mounds, tweaking the nipples and grinding his pelvis against her.
	Sam thrashed madly but her scummy hubby only scooted himself down, sliding her nurse’s pants down, too.  Alex cried and begged for him to stop, this got him the back of the hand action that sent him sprawling.  Sam went ballistic and tried kicking out at Paul, but Paul was five years older than she and more determined to “get what he wanted.”
	And what he wanted was pussy, Sam’s pussy.

	Sam thrashed about madly, kicking and begging him to stop—but Paul only seemed to be incited by his wife’s antics and he wrenched her pants and panties off.  With her legs free Sam kicked even more—until Paul managed to come up with the gun again.  He shoved the barrel not into her mouth but into her cunt—then cocked the hammer.
	In his eyes—he would.  He would pull the trigger.  He had already killed off his two comrades in the warehouse, and there was that convenience store clerk and no telling whoever else.  
	Paul looked over his wife, working the cocked handgun in and out of her fuckable 25 year old cunt.  slowly he moved it to probe her asshole, then traveled the dangerous weapon up her body, placing the barrel against her ear—his manhood rested hard against her sex, his clothes were still on.
	But not for long.
	Sam settled herself, her hubby she was learning was very dangerous.  He let go the gun, but it remained at her head, still cocked.  Paul then undressed himself, flopping his hard cock against her pussy before sliding it in.  Sam reeled and tried very hard not to give in—not to give any sign of pleasure.  Paul didn’t seem to care, he drove his cock into his wife’s cunt and fucked his fill.
	Meanwhile, beside them in a crumbled heap lay the sniveling body of their son, Alex.  He watched, while sniveling, as his Mom was raped by his Dad.  The boy watched and watched, slowly trying to get his hands free from the rope binding them…

	After a time, Paul came.  He arched his back and made a lot of noise as he emptied his splooge into his wife’s poon.  He then lay on her, sucking on her titties and still humping.  Samantha rolled her head away from his, disgusted at being raped by him.
	Suddenly, young Alex was up yelling, “Get off of her you son-of-a-bitch!” and he charged bearing a hunk of rusting pipe.  Unfortunately, as the boy had managed to undo the rope binding his hands, he had forgotten to undo the rope binding his feet!
	The boy made the lunge and instantly began falling.  He hung onto the pipe, though, and it connected with his Dad’s out stretched arm as he protected himself from the attack.
	Alex hadn’t much umph in his feeble attack and Paul managed to grasp the pipe and smack it across Alex’s backside knocking the boy hard to the ground.  Alex hit the ground (hard) with the breath knocked out of him, too.  As he struggled to get air back in his lungs, his naked crazed Dad grabbed him up, shook him, then slapped him hard across the face.
	“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” screamed Samantha.
	Paul shook his son hard, then sneering at the boy’s school uniform jacket made snide comments expressing his disgust.  
	“What they teach you at that fucking prissy school?” he slurred his speech some and continued venting his disgust.
	Alex was still scared and deeply frightened of his Dad, but was pissed and angered at the man, too; for hurting his Mom, the kidnapping, the shootout at the hospital, raping his Mom, and dissen his school.  
	Paul tore off Alex’s jacket, then his shirts.  More snide comments came addressing Alex’s body, Paul spit at the boy’s chest and Alex spit back landing a loogie right on his Dad’s face.
	This of course got Alex a hard slap across the face followed by the jerking down of his trousers.  When Paul discovered that the boy had pissed in them, more snide remarks came with the boy being stricken on the bare behind with his Dad’s bare hand.
	Sam was beside herself going crazy trying to greatly wrench herself from her predicament.  She kicked and wrestled about but was too secured to do any good.  She could only watched helplessly as her son was beaten.
	Paul stepped the beating up with taking his belt from his cast off pants and whipping his son.  Alex tried to fend himself off as his arms were free; Paul pinned the arms behind his Son’s back and continued whipping him.

	After a time the whipping stopped and the pissed sweating thief-murderer dragged his stricken son to his freaking out Mother.  Paul amazingly had a hard-on (from beating his son).  Once more he invaded his wife’s cunt and while he humped her he brought his son up saying to Sam,
	“Suck him!”
	Sam reared her head back—well, as much as she could as she lay nakedly distraught on the gravely ground, “NO FUCKING WAY YOU SICK BASTARD!”
	This got her face slapped and Alex thrown down.  Paul then mightily began raping his wife with great umph.  Sam still refused to give (pleasure) and it infuriated her hubby causing him to grab the gun and go to his son, shoving the barrel firstly into the boy’s petrified mouth.
	Sam screamed NOOOOO.
	Paul was wild in the eyes, he shook all over and hatched a pure evil grin upon his face.  Sam then watched as her son was wrenched over and the handgun’s barrel shoved into his eleven year old asshole!
	“STOP IT!” yelled Samantha.
	Paul was crazed, insane, and a whole lot more.  He dragged his son over to his Mom once more, thrusting him down onto his knees hard—the gravel bit into the boy’s knees and he squirted a little more pee, splashing it onto his Mom’s face.
	“SUCK HIS DICK!” barked Paul.
	Sam resisted but the crazed look in her husband’s eyes told her that he wouldn’t hold back next time (when the gun was in her son’s mouth/asshole.)  Closing her eyes she took her son’s schlong and sucked it.  Paul slipped his dick back into her cunt and fucked her, caressing his son’s tortured ass all the while.
	After blowing his second wad into his wife’s tortured cunt, he forced son Alex to fuck her while he put his own dick into his wife’s mouth.  He took the barrel of the gun putting it into Alex’s mouth warning his wife,
	“You bite and I pull!”
	Sam closed her eyes, shuddered in fear and anger and began sucking on her hubby’s cock.  Alex pumped in his Mother’s cunt but wasn’t particularly good at it—he was too frightened to enjoy.
	Then, unable to cum a third time or for some other insane reason, Paul grabbed his son, wrestling him into a new position, his testicles in his Mom’s mouth, his body laying down her sweating-heaving body.  

 	Paul then parted his son’s cheeks jamming the gun barrel into the virgin hole.  Alex cried out aloud, begging his Daddy to stop.  Sam thrashed madly, cussing and ranting.  All to no avail, Paul sodomized his son’s asshole with the gun.
	Followed closely by sodomizing Alex’s hole with his cock.

	The night air cooled, there was a mustiness that lingered in the abandoned construction site; a skunk smell lingered in the listless air, too.  The Entity drew close as he anticipated a finale soon to ensue  regarding the dysfunctional family by the van.
	Paul was on his wife again, screwing her body his efforts were fading and just shy of producing an orgasm, he fell asleep.  Samantha had emotions off the scale—greatly was she pissed, highly was she concerned.  
	“Alex,” she called, “Alex!”
	beside her a bit was her naked son, Alex.  He was asleep, this after being sodomized, beaten by his Dad’s belt, and then cast off from his Mom’s body.  He would never be the same.
	Alex stirred and struggled to awaken.  Slowly he did so, sitting up, rubbing his eyes, totally confused and not sure of his surroundings—he thought it to be a dream—a bad-bad dream.  Unfortunately it wasn’t.
	His Mom called to him, “Untie me, see if you can untie me.”
	Alex struggled in the darkness to undo the rope tied to what appeared to be a buried eyelet to hold guywires of some type.  Sam struggled to maintain herself but she wanted her son to hurry.
	Finally Alex managed to loosen the rope enough so as his Mom could manage her hands free.  She almost sunk as she was finally freed.
	“Go to the van, Alex,” she whispered.  
	Alex, though, was still bound at the feet.  He struggled and his Mom struggled to free him but in their exuberance their was failing so Sam just carried him to the van and placed him inside.
	Then, she returned to her slumbering husband, and finding the handgun, emptied it into his chest…

	The van wouldn’t start.  Naturally.  First off, there were no keys, the man who had been driving, and gotten into an argument with Paul and then subsequently met his fate inside the warehouse, had taken the keys.  Sam searched for them but couldn’t find them, so she tried her luck at hot wiring but that didn’t work, either.

	“Fine,” she said reluctantly, “let’s go.” And the two struck off walking.  Their clothes were torn and they had no idea where they were or where they were going, they followed the road but it certainly wasn’t much of a road.  Presently they did come to a better road—then they heard a car, a throbbing car racing somewhere close.  It frightened Sam and she worried it some other pals of her (late) husband.
	The two stole off into the woods listening as a thundering car raced on the road beyond followed closely by another car and then another.  Mother and son held fast for awhile, frightened beyond their wits.  The rope that had bound Alex’s ankles had been cut using various rocks.
	After the racing mountain cars had passed and a period of half an hour had elapsed, the two went on.  At the road there was Turn Left or Turn Right.  It was a so-so well traveled road, a few ruts, and butted up against a lush hill.  Hearing bees and other assorted wildlife prompted Sam and she took her young son by the hand and they began going Right.

*

	“Leave him alone!”
	The voice was stern, strong, and demanding.  The “click” that followed made the intensity of the words even more impacting.
	Slowly did the Horrid One turn, he cocked his head, narrowed his eyes, then a smile wavered on his horrid lips.
	“Well, well,” he said, “lookee whats wees gots ‘ere,” he chuckled Magnus.  He dropped the branding iron.  Adam remained laying on Leeann, trembling silently in fear, his cummed out cock actually producing cum, smegma.
	No one stirred, no one said word one, all attention was on Kristy and the long barrel .30-06.
	“Something yous should know, Missy,” scowled the Horrid One, and not giving the determined naked teen the chance to ask “What?” the man cocked his head, smiled, and said, 
	“I never leave it loaded.”
	Shit.
	Double shit.
	Kristy stopped breathing.  She held her breath but kept her hands tight on the weapon, still aimed at the chest of the horrid man who had disrupted her life.  The man took a step forward.  Kristy dared him with a daring look and reaffirming her grip on the weapon.
	“It aint loaded, Missy.” he cooed smiling and conveying the truth.
	Kristy held the weapon all the tighter, the determination in her sweet teenage face conveying to all, especially the Horrid One, that if the weapon had been loaded—she would have definitely pulled the trigger.
	But of course, the Horrid One was correct, the weapon wasn’t loaded.
	Kristy pulled the trigger and – nothing.  Just a click of the hammer snapping against the metal where a cartridge was supposed to be.
	Oh shit.
	The sentiment rang throughout all the cabinites.
	Magnus grabbed the weapon from her hands and jabbed it into her chest sending her cartwheeling backwards.  “Gonna have ta brand yer pussy, now, Missy!” he sneered and made his way to her.
	Kristy began back crawling as quickly as she could as the man approached.  Suddenly, Nathan charged.
	Adam and Rusty charged with Logan coming in swinging with a hunk of wood.  But it was Arnold Mu who came with the branding iron.  
	
	The hunk of wood went upside Magnus’ head, the branding iran went against his left side.  Magnus fought back but stumbled some as the hunk of wood had very nearly given him a concussion.  The branding iron shaft was searing hot and that didn’t help matters.  Young Arnold jabbed the brand into Magnus’ backside then commenced to beating him with it as he stumbled about wildly.
	Then, all the cabinites chimed in, hunks of wood and anything else they could get their hands on.  Magnus flailed about, blood streaming from his head, he couldn’t see and blabbering incoherently.  Suddenly he was behind the stacked wood, and there on a stump was buried partially an axe.
	Magnus the Horrid One stumbled, collided with the stacked wood and possibly tried to make a play grab for the axe, but was assaulted still by the many blows of his captives.
	Then it happened.
	What?
	Magnus fell onto the axe blade.
	Everything seemed to come to a screeching halt as everyone knew what had happened.  There, too, was the sudden realization that it was over.  Logan and Nathan came around to their captor’s head witnessing his final breaths—which were blood bubbles.  His eyes fluttered, he heaved once, then slumped onto the axe burying it further into his stomach.

*

	Leeann Capejoy, her teen son, Nathan and daughter, Jaime.
	Sierra Banbuddy, Wendy Jonston, Adam Hooser, Arnold Mu, Rusty Means.  Kristy Samholt, w/Karen.  Also, Megan Rhains, Cortney Rhains, Logan Marshall and Jackie Marshall.
	In the bright of the early afternoon the former captives of the lone remote cabin of Magnus Chavang made their way down the road away from the cabin.  They did so nakedly as their clothing had been burned up in the cabin’s fireplace.  
	How far they had to go they had no idea but they walked just the same encountering Samantha Taggert and her son, Alex.  The former captives told Sam and her son the horror of what was behind them.  Sam had horrors of her own—she didn’t share them, though.
	The Taggerts banded with the Cabinites and continued on their way.
	One more thing…
	Rounding a corner of a long sweeping hill the group came upon a truck parked off of the road in the bushes.  The passenger side door was open and there was the friend of Magnus Chavang, raping his little girl known as Joanna!
	And laid out in the seat tied to the steering wheel was Cheyenne!
	Little Joanna fussed some and when she did she was stricken on her bare ass—her legs were up along her naughty grandpa’s chest, his cock humping away into her very young sex.
	“No, Grandpa,” she cried, “please stop, it hurts, it hurts!”
	But Grandpa Calhoon wasn’t stopping, he was getting nut.
	Well, he was…
	He was until a sudden flurry of rocks and stout tree limbs came asunder.  The man backed up and with his pants at his ankles lost his foot and toppled over a log, clunking his head on a rock.  He lay still, motionless, his head busted open.  The group rushed to the truck and freed Cheyenne, Samantha plucked up the little girl horrified at witnessing her rape.  The stories of the group she heard only bits and pieces, the rest she figured out on her own.  
	They left the truck and John Calhoon and continued on their way.
	Eventually, by day’s end, they came to a paved road.  A pair of cars came along, a federal car (revenuer) and forest ranger.  The horror of Magnus was over.

*
*
Oak Glen
Natural instinct
	Trees.  Lots and lots of trees.  Pines and cedars lined the center streets.  Giant redwoods adorned center sections.  Ash, maple, birch, and chestnut dotted the downtown center islands.  In virtually all yards front and back and sides there were oaks.  Great oaks, young and old and middle aged oaks everywhere.
	Walking along Oak Drive was Ruth Anne Collins.  She was a cutey at barely eleven years; her breasts had just begun and she had a bit of a cute ass packed nicely in her tight jeans.
	Accompanying her was a one Jeffery Gamby.  He was eleven years young, too.  Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, an outer open sweat shirt, a quickness in his gait, a boner in his pants.
	Just before crossing Delancy St. continuing on their way to Ruthie’s home young Jeffery realized the boner.
	“Oh shit!” he blurted.  He seemed ultrally petrified as he made the sudden realization of a boyhood dilemma.
	“What’s wrong?” Ruthie asked out of concern.
	Jeffery couldn’t just blurt out, “Oh, nothing, I just got a raging hard-on, that’s all.” He was petrified.
	But Ruthie knew what was wrong, she could see it!
	Jeffery was near to panicking.
	Ruthie, though, with her beautiful soft brown hair and eyes smiled to him almost reassuring him—almost.  Jeffery’s panic superseded her calming attempt.
	“Hey, it’s ok, I unnerstand.”
	“Y-you do?”
	“Of course, I’ve got two older brothers, hello?” she giggled and laughed it off.  Jeffery, though, wasn’t laughing and seemed welded to the cement walk.
	Ruthie took his hand, “Hey, you want me to fix it?” 
	Jeffery stared at her blankly, “Huh?”
	Ruthie smiled, “I can fix it so it wont be like that.”  She took her stunned friend by the hand and proceeded across the street and to her home.
	Once home, and no one there, they scurried quickly up to her room.
	Jeffery had been to the Collins’ home before but never personally to Ruthie’s (bed)room.  It was a big house, but there was a big family, three girls—counting Ruthie, and two boys, plus the parents and an occasional “extra” from the church Ruthie’s Dad preached at. 

	Once inside the bedroom and their bookbags cast off, Ruthie stood before her still petrified friend.  Slowly she placed her hand to his crotch; she found a nice hard-on bulging within his pants.  The boy’s eyes wide stared at Ruthie, mouth open, mind blank.
	With a deadpan look Ruthie stared back at him and expertly ran her hand up and down the outline of his bulge, gently squeezing his bone(r) and pleasing him like no other.
	“I can fix it.” she told him (again.) 
	Curiously he asked, “H-how?”
	Ruthie smiled and said, “Take off your clothes!”
	Jeffery’s mouth fell to the floor.

	Ruthie’s shirt and half-undershirt was off before Jeffery finally fussed with undoing his pants.  He kicked off his shoes and slowly pulled off his green shirt; Ruthie was in her panties standing before him by then.  Slowly she slid them down and stood up naked.  Jeffery couldn’t breathe—it was his first naked girl and it took time to register in his brain.
	Down came Jeffery’s underwear and HE was naked.  His cock stood out some inches; pulsing, throbbing, and ready for “action.”  He stood trembling and totally not in the know of knowing what to do in such a situation.
	But Ruthie knew what to do.
	Smiling the girl stepped up and still looking into his face took his cock in her expert hand and began working it, masturbating it—pleasing it.  Jeffery had done so himself using his own hand, but it never felt so good like Ruthie was making it feel.  Slowly he began to melt…
	Then, after a minute or so of simple massaging, Ruthie moved down to her knees—and then did something that totally blew the young boy’s mind.  A blowjob.  He guessed it, he had heard about it and saw the crude drawings on the bathroom walls at school and the typical boy gossip on the playground.  A blowjob.  He heard of some of his friends talking about such a thing, and Kevin and Donald claiming to have gotten one.  He doubted it—and doubted it seriously ‘cause if’in they had—they would be glowing and floating just like he was (and they weren’t.)
	Ruthie slurped the young schlong, cupped his balls and worked his cock into a furor until it felt like he was peeing!  He stared in awesome awe as seemingly his schoolmate was sucking the pee right out of him!
	But when Ruthie pulled back smacking her lips, there was a milky white sticky substance on her lips and still sputtering from his piss slit.  He was confused, but elated with a strange joyful sensation, too.

	Ruthie expertly masturbated the cock, pressing and rubbing it against her sweet round face, sucking on the head and pleasing its owner to no end.  She also took a turn and suckling on his virtually hairless nads!
	From there she went to her bed, there were three beds in the room, a bunk bed and then a single bed.  Ruthie laid out on the bottom bunk, legs open, giving her young studly lover a view.
	Jeffery was bombastically bombed.  It was in effect overwhelming.  Though Ruthie’s body was that of eleven and small, there was a lot to take in; from her sweet “innocent” face, her budding eleven year old titties, her pussy, and fine young nude body as a whole.
	Parting her legs Ruthie began fingering herself; Jeffery’s cock surged to a new hardness as he stared at her actions.  Once more he was unable to breathe.  He stared at her pussy, his first up close and personal viewing of a girl’s snatch box.
	And that of itself was a lot to take in; the shape, size, everything.  Ruthie had a fine layer of poon pie pubes, the pussy itself was wondrous to behold—and lick.  Ruthie called for her young bewildered lover to “come lick me” like she had done to him.
	The boy slowly stepped to the bed.  He was naked.  His friend was naked.  He was in her bedroom, naked, with her herself—naked!  And she had just given him the blowjob of a lifetime—his first!  Then, she had laid out on her bed and called for him to come to her—and lick her out!
	Jeffery had heard of such things but was oblivious as to what they actually meant; “eating at the Y”, “noshing down under”, “eating pie”, “muff diving”, and so on.
	His cock felt like exploding.
	Onto the bed he went, eyes on Ruthie’s cunt.  His balls surged as he struggled to breathe and concentrate.  He watched as Ruthie fingered herself, her fingers going about in circles covering the whole of her pussy, then fingering furiously at the top of her pussy.  Natural instinct took over and drew Jeffery “down” and he began to lick twat.
	To describe the “taste” of slurping cunt he couldn’t.  There was a slight hint of “pee” he guessed it to be, but it was skin and extreme slickness of licking the inner “lips” of the girl’s poon.  He wasn’t sure if he liked it, he guessed so and was driven to lick faster.
	Ruthie seemed to like it; she rolled about on the bed, bucking into his face, grabbing his ears and pulling his hair.  Finally she pulled him up onto her body, his cock resting against her slit.  The boy humped, a natural instinct.

	Before penetration, though, Ruthie got into the secret compartment of her nightstand pulling out a package of condoms.  Expertly she slipped one onto her lover’s dick, then guided him into her sex.  The boy was out of his mind.  Ruthie grasped the boy’s butt and helped him to pump.  She pumped, too, and soon the two were pumping, grinding, gyrating; laying on their sides, switching from Missionary to Reverse Missionary and laying on their sides again.
	Ruthie had more than one orgasm during that time, so did Jeffery!

Meanwhile…
	Oak Glen Community Church
	The church secretary typed skillfully the church’s financial reports in her office; the gentle hum of the air conditioning gave a gentle breeze throughout the church; custodian Alf Haff worked on repairing some chairs for the choir; and in his office, Reverend Eric Collins sat reeling in his minister’s chair receiving a very generous blowjob from his second born, Mary.
	Seventeen year old Mary worked her Daddy’s dong like a pro; she had a good grip on the base of his Daddy dong, her mouth had good suction action with the head just touching the back of her throat.  She didn’t gag, choke or even sputter when the cum wash came splashing against her intact tonsils.
	She drained his cock and left him exhausted—pleased, but exhausted.
	Mary stood, grinning, cum dripping from the corners of her mouth and chin, grinning.  She wore a print tee with a mad Happy Face sticking it’s tongue out.  She pulled it off and then unhitched her bra.  Her Daddy, senior pastor of the community church undone his tie…
	Mary slipped down her jeans and stood in green panties.  Her Daddy’s cock had not softened but grown steadily harder and harder.  He gave it a stroke as he looked over his teen daughter; a big smile was permanently etched on his middle aged face.  For 47 he was fairly handsome, graying temples, distinguished and well groomed.  But he was the senior pastor so he had standards to uphold…
	His oldest daughter slid down her panties, stepped out of them, then smiled and winked to her Daddy as she moved to sit on his desk.  She sat opening her legs; her Daddy’s dong growing stiffer and even stiffer as it stuck out of his dark blue slacks.

	Mary leaned back keeping her legs open giving her Daddy a nice shot of her beaver.  And Daddy Eric did look—longingly and hungrily.  A bit of precum spurted out of his piss slit; he leaned in to his daughter’s quim, fingering it and then licking it.
	His mouth went all over the cunt, pressing his thumbs about the meat of the teen twat, even slipping a finger into her pooper!  His tongue was talented and did a fine job of munching sending shivers throughout Mary; she began to buck into her minister Daddy’s face, gyrating and face fucking him.
	Eric could hold back no longer and stood, dropping his slacks and boxers and gliding into her sex his love tool, his Daddy love tool.  As inch by daddy inch it slid into her sex, Mary felt shivers of orgasmic delight thrill her from her toes to her nipples.  She shuddered.  Her pussy enthusiastically gobbled his cock like a snake swallowing its prey.
	Eric tried to hold back but the zillions of sensitive nerve ending centralized around the crown of his cock was overwhelming and the more he slipped his dick into her trench the more the sensations were sensationalized!  Finally, once seeded all the way in he began to pump.  Slow pumps at first, in and out.  Once he pulled all the way out to handle his cock and grind it against his daughter’s quivering quim, but she was in just as much agony (sexual) as was he and he shoved his fuck stick back into her and proceeded to “fuck her brains” out on his desk.

*

Ewewew, doggie breath!
	Gasping for breath she clenched but tried not to.  It was a natural instinct and involuntary reaction, though, as the fifteen year old took on her best friend’s companion, Comet the Wonder dog.
	The Golden Retriever had a helluva cock and most of it was IN Lucy’s cunt with a time or two poking into her asshole.  Lucy could hardly stand it, she shivered and trembled sexually all over, her juices dripping and coating her thighs as she knelt on all fours, Comet behind her with her naked best friend guiding the doggie in.
	To the back of her neck Lucy could feel the dog’s hot doggie breath; he humped, grunted, and drove several inches of his ten-incher into her sex; already she had sucked on the doggie dong, coerced by Tammie who was a long time doggie lover.  The girls were at Tammie’s home, a block and a half down from Lucy’s home.  It was just after school and no one home, perfect for two young teens to be naughty.

	Usually the girls were naughty together, getting naked and utilizing various “implements” to tantalized their cock hungry pussies.  A candle, a right sized cucumber, and their own fingers/tongues usually did the trick, but eventually the time was seen by Tammie to step up the education.  
	The slipperiness of Comet’s tool was amazing to Lucy, she had no idea and wondered if that was true of a boy’s cock, too?  She had certainly seen her brothers, Simon and Matt, but not so up close and personal.  Closing her eyes she had engulfed Comet’s pink doggie dick, sucking it feeling incredible strange feelings seethe throughout her young teenage body.  The spurt of dog cum into her mouth was amazing!
	And all the while she slurped dog schlong, her friend worked her pussy from behind with the insertion of finger, cucumber, and tongue.  Lucy was not unaccustomed to being tantalized by such things, her sister Mary and herself did likewise…
	At length it was time to “take on Comet.”
	“Just don’t let him get his knot in you.” cautioned Tammie.
	“Why not?” asked Lucy.
	“’cause, you’ll be “locked up” for a long time,” she said, “it happened to me and we were coupled over twenty minutes before I could get him out!”
	Lucy was a little afraid and not so sure she wanted to be coupled with a dog in the first place!  But she was intrigued, and horny.
	“And besides,” her friend had said in the beginning, “this way you cant get pregnant!”
	That was true, Lucy thought--she hoped.
	As Comet humped he began to release his cum; Lucy could feel the cream shooting into her—a dog’s cum is higher ‘cause his body temperature is higher.  It was an amazing feeling to feel—the doggie dick, the doggie cum, and the doggie balls banging against her.  The sensation as a whole overall was amazing—truly fucking amazing.
	And when Comet pulled out finally, Tammie was there to lick Lucy’s cum drenched cunt.  Lucy came, peed, and knew that it had to be done again—and again—and again.

Love in a hot afternoon
	“OH SHIT!  I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” his young voice rang out as his pud slammed harder up into his friend’s hole.  His friend clenched his asshole tight, grimacing as his friend beneath hammered away shooting off a mighty load of spunk.  His own spunk was spewing from his cock, splashing onto Simon’s bare belly and chest.
	The boys suddenly found themselves in the aftermath of their afternoon lust.  Tyler lay out on his friend, raising his hips and freeing Simon’s cock from his well fucked asshole.  The boys were sweaty and exhausted; Simon’s cum squirted out of Tyler’s asshole.  Tyler nuzzled himself against Simon’s heaving body, 
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he breathed.
	Simon had words to say but couldn’t get them out.  He lightly caressed his friend’s soft ass, heaving and reeling from the intense fuck.  The next thing Simon James Collins knew was that his friend was pressing his lips to his!
	Simon didn’t know what to but to reciprocate—but only half heartedly.  Jerking off with his friend was one thing, skinny dipping in the friend’s family pool was one thing, sitting naked in the whirlpool drinking the friend’s Dad’s beer was one thing, and butt fucking each other was one thing.
	But kissing?
	Tyler began grinding his softening cock against Simon’s cum soaked belly; the two friends wrapped arms abut one another and deeply/passionately began earnest kissing.  Simon found himself strangely aroused and began squeezing his friend’s ass.  Then, when Tyler’s dick was hard again,
	“Dude, let me fuck your ass again.”
	Simon was cool with that, he pulled his legs back; Tyler firstly went down and began sucking on Simon’s balls, slurping on his cock (freshly pulled from Tyler’s own shit hole!)  Simon, at 12 ½ barely had pubes; Tyler had a good patch of ball fur, but the hairs were thin and blond and hard to see.  Tyler engulfed all of Simon’s ball sac, jamming a finger up into his friend’s turd chute.  Simon endured, holding his legs back at the knees in typical fashion.
	Soon, though, Tyler could hold off no longer and “mounted” his friend, having been in Simon’s asshole already and depositing a goodly amount of jiz, sodomizing a second time that day was easy.
	Simon stared up to the pale blue ceiling of the sunken living room.  Tyler’s parents and older brother worked and wouldn’t be home for another whole hour.  Simon felt a bit of a buzz from downing the two beers and sampling a jigger of whiskey.  Swimming naked was cool, he wished his parents would get a pool.  Sitting on the back porch whirlpool was cool, too; and drinking the beer and jerking off under water.
	The sex stuff seemed the next best thing.

	Simon lay on the cushions of the living room cushion taking it from his best friend, his own cock surging back to life and demanding attention.  His body was rocked while his friend sodomized him; a smile crossed his face as he wondered what his family would think if they knew—his minister Dad, his Mom, his three sisters, his older brother!?
	His thoughts were interrupted with Tyler cumming off (again.)
	“Oh FUCK that’s good!” Tyler screamed as he strained his cock, humping hard and ejaculating just as hard.  He pulled out and emptied a huge gob of fresh teen spunk all over Simon’s balls.  Simon let his legs down and began jerking off.  Tyler went down and began sucking his friend’s balls clean, bits of his cum dripping from his pud onto the cushions…

*

Blackmail, such an ugly word—but it works!
	“My Dad’s a cop.”
	This was true.
	“He’s the assistant chief of police.”
	Again, this was true.
	“He’d be pissed if he knew what you and Kalla were doing.”
	Ut-oh.
	Matt raised an eyebrow and gave Kathy McWhorters a long look.
	Sitting on the porch steps waiting for Kalla to come home, Matt Adam Collins was in some kind of trouble.  Sitting beside was his girlfriend’s little sister, Kathy.  Kathy was all of twelve years young, but had a flat chest (but a great little ass—Matt had to admit that!)  She wore a pinkish dress with white lace trim and for some reason, Matt could just see her panties at her knees.  She wore tennis shoes with ankle socks and her panties (pink?) were at the ankles!
	Matt wondered if she were a virgin?  He guessed so but then again…
	“Soooo,” Matt drawled, “you going somewhere with this?”
	Kathy grinned, giggled, then rolled her shoulders.  She had her hands under her knees, “Well, I’m just saying that he’d be upset if he knew you and Kala were screwing around.”
	Matt began to sweat, that was true, too.  How much did the little bitch know?
	And as if to read his mind the little “bitch” answered, “I’ve seen you in the car, in the garage, in the backyard, and the other night on her bed.”
	Damn!

	“He’d be pissed if he knew.”
	No doubt, a minister’s son banging the daughter of the assistant police chief.  Not good—no, not good at all.
	“He has guns in the house, too.” she had to add.
	“Soooo, this leading up to something?” again…
	The girl rolled her shoulders, tucked her chin to her knees, then cocked her head to him, “Well,” she began, “alla those times I saw you and Kala doing it, I really didn’t get to see much.”
	“Ok,” and that would be a bad thing?
	“Sooooo, anyways,”
	“Yeah?”
	“Well, I wanna see it.”
	Matt choked on his sunflower seeds he was chewing.  “WHAT!?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
	“Hey,” he said standing up, “I-I cant.” He was at a loss for words to explain to WHY he couldn’t, but he just couldn’t.
	“Listen,” he said starting over, “I-I, we-we can just say we were hugging or something--”
	“My Dad wont believe it.” stated the little bitch turned snitch.
	“Well-well, it-it could be our word against yours.” Matt was nervous and backed up against one of the pillars of the colonial-style home.
	“Doesn’t matter, all I need to do is say it whether or not it’s true.”
	And she was right, whether or not—it didn’t matter, so long as the seed was planted and Matt would be banned from seeing Kala; he would be in Dutch with his own Dad and Kala would be grounded from seeing him.  Plus, just the implication alone would grant the Collins’ family, ‘specially Matt, no mercy on the roads with the police force—citing him for every violation possible.
	“I-I cant go inside—the house, your house, with no adult here.” he stated to the little bitch-snitch-blackmailer.
	“We can go in the garage.” Splitting hairs.  The little bitch had figured it out!
	Kathy the Conniver scampered off to the walkway between the main house and the two-car garage.  She had access to the house/garage, but she was allowed; a strict rule in the cop house, No guests inside the house unless an Adult present.  Matt followed Kathy…

	In the garage it was very neat; there was a boat project in the works, camping gear, the washer/dryer, water heater, spare car and typical stuff like that there.  The garage door was down and when should anyone come home and activate the garage—the light came on first, then the motor and then the door started cranking open.  This took a few seconds—time enough for anyone doing any shenanigans that shouldn’t to scamper-scamper away. 
	Kathy sat up against a work bench, eyeing Matt’s crotch as he came in, shutting the door behind him.  Damn girl!
	“So,” said Kathy impatiently, “show me!”
	Matt felt uncomfortable, but the complications of non-compliance were beyond comprehension.  He could rat her out to her sister, but that still would just complicate things and Kathy still could drop the bomb on them.  And true or not, it wouldn’t matter, the assistant police chief would be pissed and it would be all over.
	Sooooo,
	He whipped it out.
	Unzipping took the longest time, he prayed for the light on the garage door opener to come to life.  But it didn’t.  Holding his breath he unzipped and hauled out thru the flap in his boxers his eighteen year old average male cock.  He stroked it, pulled the skin back, and gave twelve year old Kathy a “show.”
	Kathy came to her knees right before the proud member, smiling with her pretty green eyes all aglow.  “Wow!” she uttered, “it’s so big.”
	Nothing boosts a guy’s ego than to hear how big his dick is.
	“You like it?” he grinned.
	“Yeah!” she replied.  Then, “Can I touch it?”
	Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He shook his head, but his mouth said, “Sure, go ahead.”
	Go ahead!  She was freaking twelve years old!  Not to fucking mention that she was the little sis of his girlfriend, or the young daughter of the city’s assistant police chief AND he was the son of the city’s community church minister!
	Oh well.
	Kathy “touched” the waggling cock, wrapping her fingers about the prong, tugging the skin tight and seemingly “admiring” the pulsing organ before her.
	Kathy then leaned forward and licked the glistening knob, the piss slit.  Precum had soiled the piss slit; she made a face then said, “My sister likes this stuff?”

	Matt blushed and nodded, “Yeah, I-I guess it takes a little getting used to, an acquired taste.”
	“Tastes yucky.”
	Kathy then did roll her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled her tongue “expertly” into the piss slit, then back to roll about the crown before slowly engulfing the pulsing prong.
	With every inch sliding into her hot cocksucking mouth, Matt’s eyes fluttered, his toes crinkled, his asshole clenched, and his balls surged.
	“Oh shit that’s good!” he commented.
	Kathy had technique, even better than her sister’s!
	Soon the young pre-teen was slurping along, pleasing Matt royally.  Matt held her head and pumped into her mouth trying to hold back from shooting his load.  But Kathy’s “technique” brought it out of him and a great gusher load filled her mouth.  The cum spurted out of the corners of her mouth and even her nose!  She gagged some, choked some, but sucked on the cock as it somewhat softened.
	The next thing Matt knew was—the goofy blackmailing snitch-bitch was stripping off her clothes!  And all Matt could do was watch her.  As she slid her pink (they WERE pink) panties down, his cock suddenly charged back to full life.  She stood giving her young cunny a little fingering then hoped up onto the short work counter.  Here she sat (naked) with her legs open.  “Like what you see?”
	Matt tried to keep in mind that she was twelve.  She was the daughter of a cop.  She was his girlfriend’s sister.  He was the son of a minister.  She was twelve.  She was the twelve year old daughter of a cop, who had guns in the house.
	The next thing he knew was the girl laying back some, feet up on the counter, her legs open wide and Matt drawn down to licking out her cunny.  Placing the whole of his mouth over her hole, Matt tantalized the young girl missing her words of “Oooooh!  I’ve never had THAT done to me before!”
	Matt was too intrigued and entranced to hear her odd words, his tongue drove into her sex, nipping the girl’s quivering lips as he did so.  Kathy’s cunt shivered and became very moist.  Matt nosed up into the girl’s “hood” and set her on fire!
	It was intense.  Matt finally pulled back, totally insane with sexual lustful emotions he pulled the girl to him, his cock sliding into her cunny.  Kathy twisted about, bucking, flailing her arms and legs all about crying out, 
	“Oh yes!  YES!  PUT IT IN ME!”
	and so Matt did.

	There were repercussions to be sure Matt knew from sticking his dick into a twelve year old girl—‘specially the twelve year old girl of a cop!  But barring that, and her sister whom he was involved with, Matt Adam Collins put his dick into his girlfriend’s little sister and humped his fill—shooting off a mighty load fully filling the girl’s cunny.  
	Gobs of cum shoot back along his shaft, coating his balls and pooling ‘neath the girl’s ass.
	“Holy fucking shit!” Matt blurted.
	“Fucking-A!” blurted the heaving sweaty nude body of Kathy.  Her pussy tingled and emitted its own juices.  The girl lay in a trembling heap, totally lambasted from the ordeal.  Matt pulled free, shooting another amazing load coating thoroughly the girl’s cunny.
	Then the light came on and the garage door motor came to life…

*

The cock crowed at midnight
	Richard Barthman had lost a few IQ points but still was deemed to be a feasible member of society.  But he would need a little help in his recovery.  Having no parents to take care of him, no family members per se, his Church family would take him—specifically, the minister of the Oak Glen Community Church.
	Richard Barthman had been in an auto accident rendering a serious brain injury.  After weeks of hospitalization and subsequent therapy, it was time he was booted out for home recovery.  But he couldn’t go to his home on his own; he had a small apartmentand after reaching his eighteenth birthday the orphanage where he grew up kicked him loose.  For a while he was doing well, a job, car, and an apartment.  The accident changed all that.
	He no longer spoke and mostly communicated by blinking his eyes, smiling, nodding his head.  He could hear, see, and the other senses, but speaking was not among them.
	He was friendly, studious about reading the Bible, was a baritone (was), and was very likable.  He seemed shy at most times and was not a leader.  He was a carpenter and very handy with building skills, repairing what needed repairing in the way of washing machines, combustible engines (car and lawn mower), and could be a very nice bird house, too.

	One night, Annie Collins awoke with a startle.  She sometimes did so—it was an involuntary action she wished she didn’t have.  Usually, though, it meant something—a quirk.  Usually some child in the house was having a bad dream, a toilet in the hall was “running”, someone had left the fridge door open; the wind was kicking up and some laundry was air drying on the line in the backyard (where a pool was supposed to be); or something.
	Simon had had a bad case of asthma as a small child but had gotten over it somewhat as he had gotten a little older.  Annie could always tell when he was having breathing problems.  Lucy had been in a car accident herself when she was younger and sometimes the nightmare of that accident came back to frighten her.  Mary had been attacked on her way home from school and sometimes she freaked out in the middle of night, too.
	Ruthie couldn’t sleep on her stomach, breathing problems there.
	Matt was restless and often roamed the house in search of something to eat, read, or watch.  Sometimes he even went outside and sat under the tree in the front yard—even during a rainstorm.
	And then minister hubby Eric often waited to the day before to give a sermon before he actually wrote it and put it together—so he was often up in his office or pacing the hallway talking to himself.
	Awakening from the startle she lay still, listening for any telltale sound to give her a clue as to what child was in some peril.  She heard the gentle snoring of her husband—so it wasn’t him.  She lay still for a moment more than heard the floorboard in the carpeted hall outside squeak.  There was no toilet flush(ing) from the hall bathroom so someone was either going or hadn’t flushed.
	She waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.  Then heard the floor squeak again.  Someone was up pacing.  Probably Matt.  Annie sighed, it was 12:15.  She sighed, stretched, then felt the need to investigate—plus pee.  Vaguely aware that there was a “guest” in the house she grabbed her robe and put it on, usually she was comfortable enough to prance about the house after hours simply in her nightgown, but…
	Carefully opening her bedroom door she peered out into the hallway to confirm who it was—and was shocked to see by the pale nightlights the guest, Richard.
	And he was nude!

	“Eric!  Eric!  ERIC!” Annie hoarsely called to her slumbering unawares hubby.  
	Grumbly he awoke, sputtering and struggling to awaken.
	Annie peered back into the hallway while Eric pulled himself together and sloughed his way to the door.  
	Up and down did Rick walk, totally nude, and sporting wood—major wood.  It was an eye opener for Annie, and the Collins children who poked their heads out of their rooms.
	Rick Barthman had an amazing eight incher—possibly even nine!
	
	In their room that they shared, young Simon blatantly pulled his pajama bottoms down enough to free his “adequate” five incher.  He tugged on it, stroked it, squeezed, but five inches was all he was going to get.  Ruthie stood before him watching.
	“Damn!” Simon bitched.
	“Maybe it’ll grow as you get older.” Ruthie soothed.  She placed her hand on her brother’s pud, tugging on it, stroking it, squeezing it.  Simon pushed his pajama bottoms and underwear down; then, as Ruthie continued to please him, he caressed his butt and got harder (but not longer.)

	In their room that they shared Mary and Lucy flopped onto their beds, on their backs, their minds in a blur and whir.
	“Damn!” said Mary.
	“Amazing.” blurted Lucy.
	Both began to finger themselves with Mary pushing her sweat pants and panties down and “getting busy”.  Lucy merely slipped her fingers under her panties and “finger-finger-finger!”
	“Lucy,” called Mary, “come here.”
	Lucy slid off of her bed, Mary pushed her sweats and panties on down her long legs, then kicked them off her feet.  Parting her legs she fingered her poon, inviting her sister.  Lucy pushed down her own panties, then the long teeshirt she wore she dropped, too.  Nakedly she crawled onto her sister’s bed and up between her sister’s legs.  Mary parted her legs bucking her sex into Lucy’s face.
	“Do me!” cooed impatiently Mary.
	Lucy wasted no time and “went down” on her sister’s poon, licking and sucking—just like she was used to.

	In their room they shared, Annie gripped her hubby’s cock, it was average, adequate, and “got the job done”, but in comparison to Rick…
	Laying out on their shared bed, Annie slowly pulled off her nightgown, opening her legs.  Her minister hubby was a decent lover and did well in sexually pleasing her.  She fingered herself and guided her lover’s manhood into her sex.  Eric gleefully did so, he was now wide awake and very eager—and seemingly not hung up on the comparison issue.  He sunk himself into her womanness and the fucking soon commenced.

	In his room he shared with no one ‘cause he was the oldest, Matt laid out on his bed, nude, with a pair of panties wrapped about his schlong happily whacking away.  His own pud was not so bad, but sized up with guest Rick…
	The cum spurt squirted and soiled Lucy’s panties.  He wiped the mess and though lo he had cum, his sexual desire was still high.  He picked another panty, his Mom’s!  His cock remained steadfastly hard and about the shaft he wrapped it then began a tedious workout once more.

*

Scoring
	First Score
	Pulling her panties to one side she sought to see if she could get his attention.  She did.  And how!  Chad Rogers was greatly attentive to Ruthie Collins—‘specially after she flashed him her poon.  She wanted him to “whip it out” and show her, but he was in no way going to comply with that—‘specially not while still in class!
	Ruthie wore a skirt; she was happy in a dress outfit, skirt, or jeans.  This day she wore a navy blue skirt with pleats.  
	“Mr. Rogers, is there a problem?” Mr. Van Zant asked in his inquiring tone.  The entire class went silent and turned unwanted attention to Mr. (Chad) Rogers.  He shook his head, shrugged, and looked hopeless.
	The balding teacher made a clearing of throat sound, tapped the blackboard and went on with the instruction of young minds.  Ruthie conveyed, “Sorry” and sat up straighter in her desk.  Roger had wood, major wood and was uncomfortable about it.
	At recess he bitched to Ruthie, “You almost got me in trouble!”

	“Sorry,” Ruthie said, then placed her hand right onto his still erect erection.  She smiled and Chad forgot why he was mad (at her.)  Quickly they scurried to the playground, then to the protective fence, then sneaked to the old storage building.
	Laying in the tall grass by some old picnic tables and other school junk, Ruthie pulled up her skirt.  Chad, on his knees beside her legs, stared in wide eyed amusement.
	“Whoa!” he breathed.  It was like he had never seen a girl in her underwear before.  And he hadn’t.
	Ruthie then took it a step further by pulling her panties at the crotch to one side, revealing her poontang.
	There was no “Whoa!” from the stunned classmate; the eleven year old was too stunned for words.  His nostrils flared, eyes bulged, cock bulged more.
	Grinning and blushing some, Ruthie pushed her panties down to reveal her sex.  This time, young Chad let out something akin to a moan.
	With her green undies at her ankles she opened her legs more, fingered her sex and give Chad Rogers a reason to live.  Methodically he gouged the heel of his hand to his aching protruding bone.  
	“Well?” said Ruthie.
	Chad shrugged and seemed hesitant and concerned, looking over his shoulders he guessed that they were safe; quickly then he shoved down his brown cords and tidy whiteys, then positioned himself on top of Ruthie.  Ruthie kicked off her panties freeing her legs.  Roger’s hard probe was skillfully guided into the proper receptacle and fucking soon commenced.

The second score
	With his eyes focused on his diplomas, certificates, and achievements on the wall across the room, Eric Collins, minister of religious services at Oak Glen Community Church guided into his teen daughter’s asshole his “average/adequate” cock.  
	The nude teenager lay across his cherry ornate desk; she made grunts, groans, moans, and fingered herself while she was being prodded.  She preferred being rammed in the cunt, but in the ass was okay, too; it pleased the guy who was doing the ramming.
	Her Dad had a gentleness about him, though; he took his time—until that critical “I’m gonna cum” mode.  He slid ALL the way in, his six inch cock, then pulled most of the way out.  Hands on her hips he pumped slow and surely; reaching under her to finger her pussy, sliding his hands up and down her sides, squeezing her butt and increasing his tempo steadily.

	Mary spread her legs wider, her young teen body pressed hard against the desk; she had knocked off some of the crap on the desk—appointment book, family photos, Bible, other assorted books.  Her pussy was leaking, cumming; her nipples hurt and she wanted her Daddy in her cunt making her cum but he wanted the backdoor.
	To each his own, her own.
	Mary began to buck as the fever in her cunt escalated.  The pounding in her ass began to speed up, the sound of her Dad’s balls slapped against her harder and harder and soon he was straining—greatly.  The grip he had on her hips increased, too.
	It was a struggle, though; as her Daddy slowed his progress unable to achieve that ultimate goal, Mary turned over—keeping her Daddy’s dick in her ass.  It mattered not to Mary, on her hands and knees, across a desk, chair, arm of sofa, she took dick in her ass (from Daddy dearest) in all positions.  Turning over with her legs back gave her minister Daddy a new hope of orgasmic achievement.  
 	Mary’s titties jiggled, wiggled, and enticed her horny Daddy; he stepped up his efforts to cum in his daughter’s asshole with a little more umph.  Eric sweated, thrusting his mightily swelled organ into her dirt chute he sweated and sweated; eyes glazing over, nostrils flaring, cock shooting wads after wads DEEP into his daughter’s hole.

Scoring from third
	“Dude, are you sure?”
	“Of course!”
	“Whoa!  You’ve done this before?”
	Tyler Taylor just smiled, blushed some, then undone his Mom’s pants.
	Tyler’s Mom, Jill, lay out on her bed, zonked out—sleeping with Mr. Valium and Jigger of Something Strong.  It was her day off; she had done the laundry,  cleaned the house, did the shopping, then crashed.  When she crashed, she took some “sleeping aids” to ensure non-disturbance.
	Stunned Simon watched as his friend undone the Mom’s green knit slacks and pulled them down.
	“Whoa-fuck!” Simon blurted.
	Tyler didn’t stop but pulled the slacks all the way down to his Mom’s ankles.  She wore beige panties, French-cut.  Simon (and Tyler) didn’t know for sure exactly how old she was, but in her late 30s or somewhere around 40.  But still, she wasn’t bad, not bad at all.

	With her blouse scooted up young Tyler began inching down his Mom’s underwear.  Simon stood by the bed in total awe watching as the beige panties were slid down to the woman’s knees.  Then he traveled his eyes back up to the woman’s pussy.
	“Wow.” was all he could say.
	Tyler then pushed down his own pants—much to visiting friend Simon’s dismay.  Shock, rather.
	“Dude!” Simon exclaimed, but he couldn’t finish his sentence, especially after Tyler shucked his underwear, too!
	Then, up onto the bed, between his knocked out slumbering Mom’s legs he went, cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum.
	“Dude! cried Simon, “You’re fucking whacked!” he grinned and stood in absolute disbelief as he watched his companion “mount” his very own Mom and slid his dick into her sex.
	It was unreal.
	But it gave Simon a boner, too…

	“So, how is it?”
	Tyler Taylor humped his Mom like crazy, his young body gyrating all over; his young pud slipping out, cum juices flowing…
	“It not as tight as your asshole!” the boy chimed back.
	Simon brushed it off and stood masturbating; Tyler took his Mom’s hand and placed it around Simon’s bone; he smiled and continued fucking until he was cumming off.
	Simon stood using his friend’s Mom’s hand to please himself, cup his balls, and jack him off!  Tyler sat up fondling his own, smiling, cum still squirting from his piss slit,
	“Hey, Fuckwad, your turn!”
	Simon wasn’t too enthused, but crawled onto the bed anyways.
	Tyler didn’t move, he was at his Mom’s knees and while Simon positioned himself to hump Tyler’s Mom, Tyler began caressing his ass, fondling his dangling balls, and giving Simon the creeps.
	But creepier more was putting his dick into Ms. Taylor!
	But he did it.
	How’d he like it?
	It wasn’t bad, it was different.  It wasn’t as snug fitting as boning his friend’s asshole, or screwing Ruthie’s pussy and asshole, but it was just the fact of humping a woman, his best friend’s Mother!

	When Simon pulled out, squirting cum everywhere, Tyler went quickly down onto his friend’s bone, sucking the (cum) life out of it.  Simon liked—a lot!  He humped into his friend’s mouth and soon the two were laying arms and legs akimbo, kissing.

The fourth score
	“Oh my God!  I-I think (GRUNT) I think it’s all the way in!”
	And it was.  Comet the Wonder Dog was all the way into Lucy’s asshole.   The preacher’s daughter dug her fingers into the carpeting of her best friend’s bedroom where the doggie-style (literally) was taking place.  Comet the Labrador had an amazing eight-incher and it was buried to his knot.
	Tammie held Comet up, guiding his slicked up cock into her friend’s asshole.  Lucy was nude, her pussy dripping and eager to find out what getting boned in the butt would be like.  So far she had taken a cucumber, a banana, toilet plunger handle, flashlight, bar soap, and a hot dog (wiener).
	But a dick was what was more intriguing, and having no suitable dick (human) to plug the hole, the naughty girls took on Comet the Wonder Dog.  It was a very weird feeling and Lucy didn’t derive a whole lot of pleasure out of it, but it was intriguing and kind of fanciful just the same.
	Comet came.
	A horrendous amount of doggie cum splurted into Lucy’s hole, it was again—a very weird feeling.  With the animal’s cum wash significantly hotter than human cum, Lucy could feel it—just as she could when recently having vaginal sex with the dog…
	After Comet came—and came—and came, he was let go and Tammie assessed her friend’s well fucked asshole.  Then, parting the cheeks she applied her tongue and began licking the hole clean!
	She did!
	Lucy fingered herself with her own liquid dripping down her legs.

More scoring
	While Lucy fingered herself, her big brother fingered Kathy.  A few houses down from where Lucy was took the epitome of “doggy styling” to its literal form, Matt lay naked on Kathy’s bed with the naked twelve year old beside him.  The happy blackmailing bitch was all aglow as her cunny was tantalized.  Matt was good and teased her cunny way better than she herself ever did.

	Matt was beside himself—literally, he had just screwed his girlfriend, then she had to go to work; Matt left as soon as she herself did, but went into the rear alley and met the conniving Kathy there who practically dragged him back into the house.
	It was a little safer in her bedroom, sorta.  The day in the garage when the light came on and the garage door began to open had been close.  They both grabbed their clothes and dashed out the backdoor of the garage nakedly into the backyard where standing behind the house they dressed and Matt just made it out the back gate…
	Now he was laying nakedly against the little girl, seriously fingering out her young pussy.  Finger-finger-finger!  Though Matt was concerned, ye, frightened, he was somehow overly lured and enticed by the sister of his girlfriend (not too mention and/or forget the blackmail bit.)
	There was no denying that she was a good fuck, basically due to her not being very old and not having many sex partners.  Matt cast aside the morality issue(s) and after much ado about fingering the girl’s pussy he positioned himself between her legs and introduced her young cunt to his hard cock.
	Kathy rolled, arched her back, and went thru the throws of getting laid.  She was very much into it—and so was Matt.  It took a little doing, a lot of pumping, some gentleness and dire determination, but Matt Collins, son of a community minister, made full vaginal entry into twelve year old Kathy McWhorters.
	His eyes fluttered, his body as a whole tingled as incredible waves of sexual lust flushed thru his loins splashing deeply into his young lover.  It was the most sensational thing he had ever felt.  He had cum off before, jerking off and screwing his first cunt, but never-ever had the feeling of cumming off been so intense.
	After the initial blast Matt’s energy level subsided greatly.  He lay off to one of the heaving sweaty girl, trying to maintain himself but failing to do so.  Kathy fingered her cummy cunt, tweaked her nipples and was completely awed by the event.
	“Wow.” she managed to mutter.  She had other words to say but couldn’t get them out.  She lay trembling, shaking, and in a sexual blitz for several minutes thereafter.
	“It feels like my pussy’s on fire!” she finally managed to blurt.
	Matt had managed to pull himself together, sit up, and look over the twelve year old’s body.  He shook his head with his mind in a whirling tailspin.  This was getting out of hand—but it wasn’t over…

He kicks!  He shoots!  He scores!   GOAL!
	He was cute—but most little boys were.  She had raised (and still was) two boys of her own; she had helped raise two younger brothers.  There was nothing that a boy had that she hadn’t seen, touched, felt, fondled, washed, fondled, caressed, managed, fondled, enjoyed.
	But as a woman she wasn’t supposed to fondle, caress, manage, or enjoy.  Not a little boy’s anyways.  But Davy Nutune was in peril, he had fallen and smushed his “boy parts” on the edge of the chair he had fallen out of.  Annie was there to soothe him noting how he was holding his “boy parts” and crying.
	Down she pulled his short brown shorts, then his tidy-whiteys to inspect his parts.  He was five.  He was cute, handsome; blond/blue eyes, and the son of her best friend who needed an emergency sitter while she went to the doctor.  Annie was obliging and didn’t mind, she loved little Davy and had knew him since he was born.
	Davy cried and fussed.  Annie saw nothing wrong with his parts, they were all there.  Plucking him up she pulled off his pants and underwear then carried him to the family room, laying him out on the super soft sofa.  Opening his legs she took in his little puddling, sucking it and gentling massaging his tiny hairless testicles.
	Davy liked and soon was oblivious to his peril.
	When Annie, wife of Eric Collins--Oak Glen’s Community Church minister, detected the boy’s wellness, she stopped sucking him.  Plucking him up again she held him, supporting his bare butt she surreptitiously caressed him and when he nuzzled against her, automatically kneading her breast, Annie maneuvered her top to free a boob.
	This soon led to positioning herself on the sofa, working off her top and bra and allowing her best friend’s young son to suckle her.  Annie got the biggest enjoyment from having her breasts sucked.  Then, while Davy tantalized her she worked off his shirt and then worked off her skirt and panties…

You cum, I cum, let’s all cum together!
	Chad was cumming—no doubt there.  Ruthie clung to him, biting her lips and reeling from the feeling (of being boned.)  the school bell had rung but neither Ruthie or Chad cared, they were “in a moment”.  Nothing else mattered.

	The voices of kids, though, interrupted their copulation, Chad shot an amazing wad of fresh hot boy spunk into Ruthie’s tight dick trench.  Ruthie clung to her young stalwart lover and gave his balls a wash of her own juices.
	There was no time for relaxing, “We’d better get to class.” Ruthie suggested.  Chad nodded his head but wasn’t to into it.  He stood and began dressing, watching as Ruthie did likewise.
	 Ruthie was just pulling her panties up and Chad was in the process of pulling up his pants and underwear when around the corner came Mr. Beematt, Oak Glen Elementary School Principal.
	Ut-oh!

	Ruthie had been in Mr. Beematt’s office before; minor infractions during recess, loitering in the hall, overdue book, honor student.  Mr. Bee was a tall distinguished man, graying at the temples, well groomed, dress shirt and tie, high polish shoes.  Ruthie was first, Chad sat out in the hallway on the green vinyl seat—waiting.
	Mr. Bee searched for Ruthie’s home phone number and when he found it and picked up his phone to call—he saw the horrified look etched on Ruthie’s face.
	He paused.  Mulling something over was evident on his face, Ruthie sat on her hands, shifting side to side, listless, restless, slightly concerned and worried.
	“Maybe we can do something else.”
	Oh?
	Ruthie nodded, anything would be preferable to having her folks called; Daddy a prominent minister, Mommy the wife of the prominent minister and social activist for one cause or another.  It just wouldn’t do to have it be known that their youngest daughter was a pervert and caught having sex with another student AT SCHOOL!
	Beematt sat back in his button suede chair nodding to Ruthie to come hither.  She did, albeit slowly not certain what to expect.  As she rounded the corner of his large luxuriant cherry wood desk, Beematt reached for her pulling her to him.  Once up against her principal—natural instinct took over; Ruthie was used to laying across the lap of her Daddy now and then—she had minor infractions at home, too.
	Once laying down across Beematt’s lap there was no time wasted—a swat landed semi hard to her young butt.  Ruthie reacted as she should, but her Daddy walloped her harder…

	Another swat landed and it was a little harder than the first.  Ruthie wiggled some and when she automatically put her hands to protect her butt, Beematt clasped her hands with his other hand and held them firm at the small of her back—then proceeded to swat her three more times—each swat increasing in its deliverance.
	Then, there was a brief pause before the principal began smoothing his hand over Ruthie’s butt; then slowly she realized his hand was up under her skirt!  Ruthie let it be and the man continued.
	Surreptitiously his fingers touched her where he shouldn’t be touching, not for a man in his status and position.  Ruthie, though, opened her legs, wriggled, and found a hard-on prodding her stomach.  
	A coughing fit interrupted the continuance, Beematt caressed Ruthie’s backside and was about to stand her up when she quit coughing (suddenly) then (while still laying down) hiked her skirt up—fully thusly thenso exposing her panty clad butt.
	Hmmmm
	Another pause briefly there was before Beematt once more returned to caressing her butt.  Ruthie’s hands were unbound and she slipped her fingers inside her panties and pushed them down some.  
	The pause was a little more than “brief”, Ruthie wriggled and rubbed her searing butt, parted the cheeks and waited.  She wasn’t sure but thought she felt his cock beneath her “surge”.  Then he began caressing her butt again, fingers slipping into her crack.
	Ruthie tried to push her panties down a little further, her principal pushed them down and as Ruthie worked her legs to work the panties off, Don Beematt increased his caressing/probing and also helped remove the panties.  Ruthie opened her legs more as well as pushed herself forward on his lap thusly producing her ass more for him to see more of it—see?
	There’s only so much caressing one can do.  Ruthie was in a fit and so was her principal.  Sitting up she straddled the man’s lap and looked to his bewildered face.  She had a big smile while sitting on his lap; she could very well feel his erection beneath her.  While having her principal in mild shock she pressed her hand to his prong, grinning wider and masturbating him thru his dark green trousers.
	Don Beematt was in shock and a little more than “mild” as Ruthie presumed.  Then, she scooted herself up onto his desk, laid back with feet on the edge, unhitching her skirt she worked it off and was nude from the waist down.  Opening her legs she fingered her virtually bald poon and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long…

	Don Beematt stood, he wasn’t himself—if he was, he wouldn’t have unleashed his cock and rubbed the glistening knob up and down his honor student’s willing pussy.  The girl wriggled some, opened her legs wider and seemingly invited him to fuck her.
	The principal held back, what his thoughts were were unknown—but he knew that it was wrong—wrong—wrong—wrong.  But his cock went up and down Ruthie’s preteen cunt, gouging into her slicked up cunny and then pressing in.  His eyes focused on the girl’s pussy, it was amazing and mind boggling to be sure.  Slowly he pressed further, his cock stiffening all the harder as the entire head of his cock was inside the eleven year old’s pussy.
	With his Morality bashed and dashed then kicked to the curb, pillar of the community, teacher of the year, principal of the year, Don Beematt made full vaginal entry into one of his prized students.  The feeling was remarkable and in and out of her he went, fucking for several minutes with no thoughts to interfere in his business.

	With Ruthie’s legs up along Don’s chest, the man easily made illicit love to the girl, amazed was he at her ability to take on his manly adult cock.  But then again, she wasn’t a virgin to begin with.  More than once did the joy of joys seethe within him and prompt him to cum, but he held off, reaching the three minute mark before finally releasing his liquid love.
	
	After flooding Ruthie’s cunt with his goo, Principal Beematt got a wash of remorse and apologized to Ruthie.  Ruthie shrugged it off and slid off the desk; while fingering her tingling cunt she wrapped her lips about the man’s softening cock.
	She engulfed the whole thang—which was pretty amazing for Don Beematt to see.  He ran his hands thru her hair and pumped, finding his cock stiffening--and no sign of Morals!
	His cock exploded once more—flooding the young student’s mouth in an incredible wash of orgasmic juices.  The feeling of blowing off was beyond comprehension.  He came hard and felt the toes in his $80 shoes curling; his knees buckling, his balls in a world of ecstasy all their own.  Don Beematt found himself humping the girl’s mouth as she continued to suck him, draining him completely.
	When there was no more to give he pulled out.  Ruthie kept a hold on his cock and rubbed it all over her face, sucking on the head and jacking it for a little bit more.
	But Don had a meeting in a little while.  He trembled all over, ‘specially his heart and lips—and then his mind.

	‘Look what you did!’ said his Moral Fiber as he plopped down into his chair looking at the nearly nude honor student Ruthie Collins; she had sperm coating her chin and lips.  His sperm!  
	Ruthie picked up her panties, wiped her mouth/chin, then put them on followed by her skirt.  Don remained bombed on his chair.
	“Do you want to spank me some more?” she asked.
	Don stared at her, “Uh, no, no that will—do.”

	Chad Rogers wondered if he had been forgotten.  That would be cool with him.  While sitting scraping the floor with his shoes he had just barely heard the SWATING going on in Mr. Beematt’s office.  Chad didn’t like swats, he got a few now and then from his Dad who always seemed to be pissed off about something and took it out on Chad’s ass.
	The door opened, Mr. Beematt cleared his throat,
	“Mr. Rogers.”
	Chad felt his asshole tighten up, ‘Crap.’
	Inside the office he saw Ruthie by another door across the room, behind her he could just see a sink—a bathroom.  She remained standing there while Mr. Beematt settled into his chair, Chad felt embarrassed and was greatly nervous.  His principal flipped the pages of a grade book-like book then announced a phone number.
	Chad’s phone number at home.
	‘Oh shit!’  Chad glued himself to the comfy chair he sat on—it would be the last comfort he would enjoy for some time to come.
	‘Wait a minute—no one’s home!’ he smiled to himself, ‘Whew!’ that was close.  Then, ‘wait, what did he say, 555-9876!  That’s Dad’s number at work!’
	“Oh crap!” he blurted aloud.  ‘crap-crap-crap!’ he was doomed.  His Dad was going to bust his ass and bust it good!  Then he’d be grounded.  Then he’d be busted and grounded some more.  This was bad—very bad.
	‘what was he saying?’ Chad was too concerned about his well being and was missing what Mr. Beematt was saying.
	“…maybe we can work something else out.’
	‘Oh?’
	hmmmmmm

*

naughty friends doing naughty things…
	Simon didn’t know how much more naughtier (despicable) his friend, Tyler Taylor, could get or be, but he was willing to find out.  After the two had fucked and fucked well Tyler’s Mom, depositing scads of fresh hot boy spunk into and onto her womanly cunny, the two made for the masterbath shower where they enjoyed spacious room to sodomize one another.  And with fuck sticks all nice and squeaky clean, the two commenced to servicing one another orally.
	A long time was spent in the shower—loving on one another (kissing.)  Simon had misgivings, but stood by his inner feelings that he was NOT gay, it was just sex—or a part of it.  The thoughts when bothering him, pestering him he pushed down and deep and didn’t dwell on them.  He embraced his “lover” and kissed him.

	Neither knew that the new position they enjoyed actually had a NUMBER to it.  After showering and drying each other off the two formed an impromptued 69er.  Simon greatly enjoyed having his bone sucked, Ruthie did a better job, though.  Tyler sucked his balls, caressed his ass and licked his hole—Ruthie wasn’t so much into bung hole licking, though.
	Simone devoured wholly his friend’s bone, fondled his balls and felt incredibly horny.  He was in a constant state of horny, constantly!  He couldn’t get enough and was glad for Ruthie and Tyler, both were always willing and ready to service him—of course, he had to service them, too!  But that was ok.  Ruthie  was good and Simon guessed she was a “goer” ‘cause she was naughty, too.  Both had caught each other fingering themselves; both sometimes in the Summer slept naked; both went nakedly from the bathroom to their bed; both farted.
	With so many kids (from horny parents) the two youngest had to share a room.  Matt being the oldest had his own room and that was cool.  Mary and Lucy shared a room and when Matt went off to either join the Navy or go to college, Mary would get Matt’s room and Lucy would have their room to herself.  (well, maybe, it was assumed and presumed that when Mary moved out, Ruthie would move in.)
	But Ruthie and Simon liked sharing their room—they got along together and were not embarrassed by nudity or underwear.  No one else (as far as they/Simon knew, knew of the two’s private moments…)

	As the two had grown up together, sharing a room, getting “used to” seeing each other in various stages of undress to total nudity was no biggie.  Then Simon hit that critical age where a stiff wind outside got him a “stiff” bone inside (underwear.)  He took the top bunk and there he happily pushed his underwear down to his knees, and sometimes ankles, and happily whacked away.
	One night Ruthie poked her head up over the side of his bed,
	“Whatca doing?” she had asked.
	Simon was right at the point where interruption was not wanted and couldn’t be stopped, either.  She watched with her beautiful brown eyes as he hand hammered his penis; he seemed in mixed agony as well as intense pleasure.  Suddenly a squirt of juice spewed from his pee-pee opening; the squirt shot up almost to the slanted ceiling!
	With his energy spent he simply lay back exhausted, his sister had seen him naked before, even with a sprouting boner.  She had even TOUCHED it before!  No biggie—but it was still a private thing between them.  (and in turn, Simon had touched Ruthie’s pussy.)
	As he lay resting, recovering, Ruthie handled her brother’s pud and diddled her fingers in the milky white stuff.  She didn’t like the “taste” at first, at first…
	Soon she was sucking it; soon she was laying on him with his puddling grinding against her sex and squirting up her belly, soiling her cunny and everywhere else.  It was a thing they shared and Simon looked for those times inasmuch as he looked forward to sharing private time with his weird horny friend, Tyler.
	Tyler’s cock.  Simon concentrated on Tyler’s cock, taking the whole member then using a special sucking technique as he brought his mouth up along the shaft; then, when at the head, rolled his tongue around the sensitive crown still sucking.  A few times around the head and then he went down and repeated the process--all the while he fondled his friend’s balls, too.
	“Let me fuck your ass, Dude.” Tyler said interrupting Simon’s thoughts and doings.  He pulled up and whacked his friend’s cock, but it wasn’t ready to shoot cum yet—that, or Tyler was holding off…
	Simon assumed the all-fours position, legs opened wide and prepped himself for “penetration.”  Simon braced as his friend made anal entry—this after firstly licking dirt chute.  

	Fingering his own dirt chute he did, privately.  Shoving a candle into his dirt chute he also did in private; and then other objects—all in private.  He enjoyed sodomizing himself and wished he could lick his own hole!  He wished Ruthie would lick it, too; she sucked his cock and balls and licked that small space (the taint) between his a-hole and nut sac, but never flicked her tongue to his rim.
	After Tyler had his fill of licking Simon’s hole, the penetration begun.  Simon didn’t get a lot out of the butt plunging, a little, but not as much as “giving.”  He DID like sucking cock, and fucking his friend’s pooper, sucking his balls, showering with him, peeing on him, watching him pee and cum on his balls…
	The kissing he was getting used to, too.

	After a thorough ass reaming, whereupon Tyler Taylor emptied his balls fully, the boys went to check on Tyler’s Mom, Jill.  She was still zonked out, still naked (waist down.)  Tyler stroked himself but his cock was shagged out and merely dripped cum.  Simon was hard, though…
	On encouragement from his naughty-oh so naughty friend, he crawled onto the woman once more, slipped in his dick to her pussy, and began another round of fucking.  The previous time he had sunk his bone into her he had been too whacked out of his mind to think straight; the new go round he DID think of his Mom.  He thought of Mary and Lucy, too.	
	After ejaculating into Tyler’s Mom, Simon was well spent.  Tyler got a washrag and washed her cum stained cunt, then pulled her panties up and slacks.  But the boys weren’t quite done…

*

	Although he had lost some IQ points Richard Barthman was still capable of handling a job.  But he suffered from headaches and when they were too bad he went home.  He didn’t speak much, but he was a hard worker, showed up on time, followed orders, and gave the bosses no lip.  It was appreciated and his headaches and going home early were tolerated.
	Coming home had advantages—other than the house usually quiet and calm, peaceful and serene, there lay the chance of catching someone in the act of doing something they shouldn’t.  Such as the case was with Annie, the minister’s wife.  On her bed Annie Collins lay, naked—with young Davy naked on top of her.
	Ricky watched; Annie was partially asleep—so was the youngster on top of her.  Partially asleep or no, Annie roamed her hand on the tyke’s bare ass—and with her herself being NUDE—well, Ricky knew it was wrong.
	He waited, watched, and stroked.
	Annie continued caressing her young charge, squeezing his butt; her legs open wide she gingerly albeit methodically moved him up and down her womanness.
	Standing in the hall peering thru the crack of the door Ricky began to hammer his cock harder.  So enamored was he with his self pleasuring that he made some noise about it, also stepped on that loose squeaky floorboard under the carpet.  Annie shot straight up in bed.  Ricky moved out of eyesight and then hustled into the nearby bathroom, gently closing the door.  He remained inside for a while, jerking his cock, rummaging thru the hamper to find a few selected panties.  He jacked off into them, Lucy’s and Annie’s, then put them back into the hamper, washed his hands and exited the bathroom.
	He found Annie not in her room but heard voices downstairs.
	Downstairs Annie had her young charge clothed and ready to be picked up by his mother (Annie was clothed, too.)  Ricky came down the stairs, smiling, saying nothing.  Annie was very nervous and eyed him cautiously.  When Davy’s Mom arrived Annie busied herself gossiping with her and that was that.
	Later that night, though, Annie got that “feeling” again and made way to her bedroom door—finding wandering the hall at 2AM Ricky—naked.  She closed her eyes for a moment; it was 2AM, everyone was sleeping, no one stirring—‘cept Ricky.  And he had a raging-raging-raging hard-on!
	Annie’s cunt moistened suddenly as she saw the enormous tally, ‘Oh my God!’ she breathed.  Slowly she slipped out the door, closing it with extreme caution.
	“Ricky?  Ricky, dear, can you hear me?”
	Nope.  Nakedly he paced back and forth, pausing now and then, eyes wide open, staring blankly forward.  
	Annie cleared her throat, waved her hand before his eyes, her other hand very-very gently brushing against his “protrusion.”
	Nada.
	Nothing.
	Zip.
	Zilch.
	Not a thing from Ricky.
	Very-very-very (very) gently she griped his stick…

	Tugging on the stick Annie became incredibly horny; her cunny moistened, trembled, and the desire to get his bone in her increased beyond measure.  She stroked it, loved it, then found herself on her knees SUCKING it!
	She did!
	Out of her mind she led him, by his dick, back to his room.  She was out of control and not herself.  She put him on his bed, laid him down, then crawled onto the bed with him.  Straddling him she guided his rocket into her hot and very bothered sex; her panties cast off onto the floor.
	Getting caught meant instant destruction for her—by anyone, especially Eric.  There would be no excuse and no way to wiggle out of it.  But those pesky disturbances were buried, pushed away as every loving inch of Ricky’s 8-incher slid into her quaking quim.
	Annie was cumming as the teen’s dong slid into her; Annie clenched her cunt about the boy’s invader, trembled all over and felt a wave of incredible sexual release.  It was mind boggling and overwhelming. She moved herself up and down, back and forth; squeezing her cunt, closing her eyes and cumming-cumming-cumming.
	Suddenly, she was aware that Ricky was squeezing her breasts.  Her breasts, too, were intensely enthused sexually and for a moment she was oblivious to Ricky’s “awareness.”
	When Ricky began tweaking her perked nipples she was aware he was.  For a moment she was concerned, frightened, and alarmed—as well as relieved and satiated.  Her cunny released a torrent flow of pent up sexual juices and Ricky transferring his hands from her breasts to her hips began an earnest pounding of her cunny.  He was smiling, the bastard, grinning and jamming his love tool nicely into her hot box.
	Slowly they switched positions and Ricky moved into extra innings.

*

extra curricular activities resumed
	The swat came and jarred the young boy; his eyes bulging, mouth open, ass reddening.  Ruthie hid her smile and stood at the bathroom door watching her friend’s ass turn red; slowly since he was face the other way, she pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties down—then began to finger herself while Principal Beematt swatted her friend.

	Chad had submit somewhat willing to take the swatting as opposed to having his Dad called.  That just wouldn’t do.  But being swatted he was getting anyways.  But getting swatted by his Dad would not end, after the swatting once there were be the severe scolding, yelling, and subsequent grounding; followed by more swatting (with a belt) and more yelling.
	So it was better to take his pants (and underwear) down, lay across Mr. Beematt’s knees, and take the bare handed/bare assed swatting from him.  It stung and was embarrassing but he tolerated it just the same.
	After a few compulsory swattings, Mr. Beematt paused and began caressing the blistered ass.  Ruthie smiled big and let it be seen and when Mr. Beematt looked to her, she was nodding her head.  Beematt smoothed his hand about the boy’s tenderized butt, squeezing the cheeks, patting the inflamed buttocks, then delving his fingers into the crack…
	Ruthie fingered herself more and more—more and more—more and more.  Slowly her skirt came down, all the way down, along with her panties.  Off came her top and taking small steps she made her way to the desk.  Mr. Beematt was frapped.  He seemed completely out of his mind; but yet he continued caressing young Mr. Roger’s ass…
	Ruthie stood stark naked, continuing to finger her pussy and drive poor Mr. Beematt to the living end of his wits.  He made a low audible sound of a sexual nature, closed his eyes momentarily and took his hand from Chad’s ass to Ruthie’s ass.  He made noise again and was desperately in need of “relief.”
	But to further lambaste her Principal, Ruthie dropped to her knees and began kissing Chad’s butt!  Then, (and Simon would be pissed if he knew) she kissed/licked Chad’s hole!
	Ruthie parted the boy’s cheeks to show (Beematt) her tongue action to the boy’s rectum.  She licked, lapped, then nuzzled her nose into the hole; then sitting back grinning she sat back, opened her legs and let Beematt swirl in a mist of sexual oblivion.

	The “oblivion” led Beematt to stand Chad Rogers up and strip him out of his clothes.  Once he was as nude as Ruthie, Ruthie went to sucking down on Beematt’s cock, fondling her friend’s cock, and pushing Mr. B into another world.  And once the sexual roller coaster had begun there was no stopping it.  Ruthie seemed to be in control.
	Hmmmm

*

	“Crap, thought I’d be alone!”  Mary bitched as she made her way to the upstairs hallway, finding brother Matt coming—literally.
	They had fucked before, Matt and Mary.  They had fingered one another and kissed one another’s “naughty bits”.  Full penetration of Matt’s cock to Mary’s cunt took place when they were nigh but 12 and 11 years old.  In the ass (Mary) came a year later, on her birthday.  There were titty fucks, spankings, and mutual oral sex.  All tapered off as they grew older but there were still “occasional” times.
	Now was one of those times.
	Matt stood stroking his teen member, it was decent enough and Mary almost started drooling right off.  “Damn,” she said smiling, “it’s been awhile, huh?” indeed, several months in fact.  But Mary was sure for certain that her brother wasn’t going “without.”
	He turned to face her and right there at the top of the stair’s landing she began peeling off her clothes.  “Come get it!” he jeered while waggling his favorite organ.  Mary pushed down her near skin tight gray jeans and blue panties then made her way to Matt’s offering.  Her pussy tingled and was already “wet.”
	Matt’s toes curled as Mary’s mouth took in his head, then the shaft.  Cupping his balls she worked a magical suck job on his cock, tantalizing him beyond expectations of sisterly love.  Mary’s technique was rolling her tongue about the shaft one way, then gliding her teeth along the shaft the other way.  And at the head, closing in tight on the bulbous knob, sucking hard and diddling the piss slit.
	Matt was curling all over, from his toes to his long thick hair.  
	Then suddenly he was cumming.
	A massive shot of teen spunk splurted into Mary’s mouth splashing against her tonsils drowning them instantly.  She continued to suck, though, cum squeezing out the corners of her mouth as she down the brotherly love tool.
	After the blowjob, and WHAT a blowjob!, the two scurried to Matt’s room where Mary flung herself onto Matt’s bed.  Matt went to her poon pie devouring it totally, massaging it with his fingers/thumbs and nuzzling her hood with his nose.  Mary was all for foreplay but she was already horny (extremely horny) and was willing to forgo the foreplay, ‘just get it in me!’
	Matt took his time, though, licking, lapping, nipping.

	Mary began bucking his face, pulling on his ears and hair till finally he got the message and mounted her, sliding in his re-hardened fuck stick for a hearty five minute fuck.

Home grown fun
	Laundry; clean room; do homework (well, maybe later on the homework); call Beth (about seeing Brad with Charlotte); make sandwich; and do research on the topic of if there’s any side effects or whatever from having anal/vaginal/oral sex with a dog.
	Simon was hustling up from the other directions and they met at the gate to their modest colonial style home.  “Hi!” they said to each other.  They hurried in and Simon made for the closet bathroom.
	“Hey,” shouted Lucy, “I gotta go, too!” 
	Simon giggled and beat his sister into the closet bathroom, which there were only one on the bottom floor, two plus their Mom and Dad’s master bath in their room.  Lucy was irked and didn’t want to traipse up the stairs when she had to pee so badly.
	“Damn it, Simon,” she whined, “I got to go bad!  Go pee outside like you always do!”
	Simon giggled more and held the dark oak door open, nodding his head, “Come on.”
	Simon had this look about him, that dishwater blond hair, his complexion, his smile—made him more suited for being a beach bum than where he resided currently—which was far-far away from any beach.
	And there was that “quirkiness” about him, too; a strange uniqueness that was—unique.  He had a way about him and Lucy liked him that way.  He had another way about him, too…
	Lucy couldn’t hold and down came her pants and panties, already there was a “wetness” to her panties; her pussy sprang urine as soon as she was at an angle and BOY did it feel good.
	The pee was accompanied by a hearty butt blast.
	She didn’t care, the pee came first, embarrassment later.
	Down came Simon’s pants…
	Lucy slid her pants and panties down, opened her legs, then set back some.  Simon’s cock was hard, rock hard—there was no way he was going to have a successful pee with that, he couldn’t angle it down like he was supposed to!
	But angling down for a pee wasn’t in Simon’s plans…

	Lucy released another noxious butt blast and was sure for certain that she was pooping out Comet’s doggie cum.  She couldn’t believe she was having sexual engagement with her best friend’s dog!  She had actually sucked it’s dick!  And when the animal had cum, she had willingly sucked it and lapped it!
	Then, the most heinous of all, got herself on all fours to take the doggie to her asshole, followed by in her cunt!  It was better to take the dog on Missionary style, though, it helped avoid taking on the “knot” and made for just better sex.
	And strange best friend Tammie hinted about her cousin Alice who lived in the country who had a horse.  Lucy was intrigued, but couldn’t imagine—a horse?  No way—no way.  Well, maybe…
	Anyways—Simon.
	Lucy wrapped her fingers about her brother’s prong, worked it slowly, gripping tight as she guided the missile into her mouth.  Simon bucked a little and slowly filled his sister’s mouth.  Lucy made “grumph—umph” sounds as she slurped schlong; clutching his nuggets she was in full control.
	Feeling the intensity of his bone swelling and some jutting juice spilling, Lucy pulled back, holding her thumb over the piss slit,
	“Are you going to cum or pee?”  cumming in her mouth was okay, PEEING in her mouth, however, was not.
	Simon was in agony, “I’m gonna cum!” he announced almost too loudly.  No other cars were home, but that didn’t mean anything; Mary didn’t have a car—‘cause she flunked her driver’s test, Matt’s car he bought for $500 “suddenly” developed mechanical problems and had to be towed into to a garage.  Dad was supposed to be at the church, Mom was with the second car probably shopping.  Where Ruthie was was anyone’s guess, she was quirky and mysterious, too.	
	Lucy returned her brother’s cock to her mouth, sucking the living daylights out of it feeling the spurts of his brotherly love squirting down her throat.  She sucked and sucked, squeezed his balls and slipped a finger to his hole.
	After draining his pud Lucy pulled it out,
	“That the way Ruthie does it, too?” she asked.  She knew.  Mary knew, Matt knew, and probably even brain damaged Ricky knew.  The only ones who DIDN’T knew (know) was their parents!  

	“Take your shirt off.” Simon said.  He stroked his cum squirter and watched deliciously as his sister just two years older than he pulled off her shirt, undershirt, then bra.  Simon’s cock restiffened suddenly but he angled it downward just the same.  Lucy knew what was coming, she opened her legs, leaned back, and watched the flow of fresh hot brotherly piss piss out of her brother’s cock.
	The urine splashed onto her chest, right between her breasts!  Then a river began as the flow from her brother’s dick increased.  The pee rivered down her body, tickling her pussy and then into the bowl.  After the pee, Simon waggled his cock and conveyed to her, “suck it”.
	Lucy flopped the member, rubbed it on her sweet Angelic face, then did so infacto, suck it.

*

	He wanted to poke, he tried to poke, but prodding was all he did.  Despite Ruthie’s best efforts, anal penetration to Chad from Mr. Beematt wasn’t going to happen.  He did, though, jack off onto the young boy’s balls and watch her suck them clean.
	She worked her mouth about her friend’s balls as well as worked the befuddled Principal’s cock.  As it still continued to squirt cum, Ruthie also sucked on it, rubbed it all over her face and when she had Chad’s cock as hard as possible, she mounted him—right on the desk!
	Expertly she guided the boy’s dick into her cunt, straddled his sides and rode him.  This gave the bewildered Mr. Beematt the eyeview of a lifetime, watching up close and too personal sexual intercourse in action.  All of young Mr. Chad Rogers’ cock disappeared UP into the lovely young Ms. Ruthie Collins’ cunt.
	Don rubbed his hand on the girl’s butt, parting the cheeks and admiring her hole.  His cock, though softening, surged with life.  He was greatly taken by witnessing the sex act before him—soon he was leaning down, kissing Ruthie’s ass, licking her hole, and fingering it, too.
	Soon Don Beematt’s cock was “ready” and up against Ruthie’s lily white ass it went—slapping an drubbing intently all over before being invited into her abyss.  Ruthie held a cheek open making the invite possible as she continued to screw her bewildered boyfriend beneath her.
	Slow but deliberate penetration there was on Don’s part, he gripped Ruthie’s hips and slid into her.  Partially.  He was too big for full anal penetration—he thought.  He made dutiful entry and was satisfied there, then…

	Ruthie moved about pulling Chad’s legs back, angling him.  She slid off his cock and took Mr. Beematt’s freed cock and pressed it to Chad’s hole.  She herself then squatted down nakedly onto Chad’s handsome boyish face locking his legs under her arms.  She toyed with his little fuck stick, fondled his balls, and guided Mr. Beematt’s swelled dick into the boy’s hole.

	So much so was Don’s desire to cum that he allowed Ruthie to manipulate him.  And that was exactly what the young girl was doing—all without the aid of any mind altering device!  Amazing!  She grinned the whole time she sat perched on Chad’s face; Chad had a face full of cunt that he licked, sucked, and amused himself with all the while he was reamed.
	Don’s mind was “out of service” as most of his manhood was buried into the eleven year old’s pooper.  There was just too much pressure to make the full anal intrusion—he needed lubrication and didn’t have any.  But what he had (in the boy) was suitable and satisfying—mainly ‘cause naked Ruthie was in command, squashing Chad’s face, and doing all the maneuvering!  She was in control!
	Suddenly he was cumming.  A great pent up quantity of sperm suddenly exploded from his cock and coated Mr. Rogers’ anal cavity.  One squirt, two squirts, three!  Then he was out and humping the boy’s ball sac and the crease of his legs and trunk.  There was weakness in Don’s legs; cum continued to squirt out and coat the boy’s balls and Ruthie’s face.
	Ruthie, grinning continuously sucked clean Chad’s balls and cock, then pressed her Principal’s dirty dick onto her face to finish the job.  To finish the job—Don Beematt would never be the same again—ever!

	In the shower it wasn’t over, either.  Nakedly all three showered in Beematt’s private office bathroom.  There, with his cock washed and masturbated by Ruthie, it was Chad’s turn to do some manipulating and controlling.  With her back against the wall, one leg propped on a shower inset, Don Beematt holding the other, Chad guided the Principal’s cock into Ruthie’s eleven year old cunt.
	The water of the shower rained down on them and full vaginal penetration there was.  Naked Chad smiled and watched as every inch of the man’s cock went into her sex.  
	It was amazing, astounding, astonishing, beyond belief.  After the fuck fest in the shower, the kids dressed and left.  Chad said nothing, too befuddled.  Ruthie skipped merrily home…

	Once home the incredibly naughty manipulative girl made for the kitchen after slinging off her bookbag.  A quick soda drink and then taking a barstool she attempted to reach up above the wall cabinets to fetch a few mad money dollars from the cookie jar hidden there.  What her intentions were somewhat unknown, but she was aiming (really) to buy a special present (and condoms) for her lovers…
	The barstool wobbled under her as she reached and suddenly it was near toppling.  Suddenly there was Ricky.  He rushed into the kitchen and caught the girl before she went toppling to the floor.  Ruthie was grateful, Ricky steadied her as she remained standing so-so on the stool.  She wiped her brow in a typical “Whew!” fashion then returned to trying to reach the secluded cookie jar.
	Ricky held her legs firstly, then her hips.  As Ruthie wriggled about she stood on her tiptoes—this made Ricky (made?) support the girl at her butt.  Her bare butt.  No panties, short skirt.  Ruthie moved around finding the jar, but not getting into it straightaway.  She wiggled her tush and manipulated (again with the manipulating) her butt so as Ricky’s fingers were snaking into her crack.
	After securing some bills from the cookie jar (she would later replace the funds from her allowance) she came down into Ricky’s secured arms.  He gently set her down and Ruthie noted the boy had a protruding bone.  She smiled…
	Oh no, not again!