August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 60
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

Mind Scene
	Kayleen Babby and Maryanne Yabbers were two girls who had had family problems, their parents divorce and living with step-Dads wasn’t good, living with the single Mom wasn’t good and the whole situation – not good.  
	Savannah Jules had a broken home, too—but when she was much younger.  At one years her parents split up; six months later the Daddy was killed in an auto accident, 1 ½ years later her Mom died of brain cancer.  At 2 yrs she was living with an Aunt and Uncle and was the sole survivor of a multi-car accident.  She went into care of Foster Care and at ten years decided to make a try on her own.  She did so during the middle of a horrific storm—not a wise decision to make a try for a new life.
	Jillianne Creamore had gotten in trouble at home and so she snuck out her bedroom window and went to hide out for awhile “to teach her Mom a lesson.”
	Jack Sitt of whom she met during her outing was in hot water at home, too, and was laying low.
	All of them encountered their benefactor, Cary, who in the kindness of his heart took them in.  He had an EMAD, even during the time of assaulting the Riker family, but it was lacking in so many ways and barely was worth the batteries.  When there was time he fiddled with the innards increasing the EMAD’s abilities, but he was not a technician and did not have the complex abilities to make the EMAD a true EMAD.
	For that he needed an electrician.
	Andy Donaldson was an electrician AND had a working EMAD with full abilities.  The two had lots to share—they had lots in common—primarily pussy.  Acquiring new pussy, adoring pussy, soiling pussy, all things about pussy.  Andy had found a new home, he greatly enjoyed watching Kayleen and Maryanne waltz about naked, Savannah and Julianne also thrilled him, and he had a minor interest in Jack.

	Mike and Mitch spent time at the Andrews house, too.  Mike held off a while, hesitating but eventually began bringing his family; his wife and girls to “join in” on the Andrews house festivities.   Mitch, too, was on the verge of bringing in his family.
	Andy had no intention of bringing in his sister OR pregnant Mom.

	Andy and the two thirteen year olds hit it off, they were kind of close in age and they looked up to him.  But Andy was leery of taking too many liberties with the girls, or any of Cary’s family—he had no intention of being led out to his Indian friends and becoming “property.”
	The last little tid bit of info about Phillip Riker; after branding his sister’s cunt, fucking it, and being branded in the process, then being ditched; he DID find out why there were no little boys in the Indian hell.  In a cave/room he found several young boys under twelve, older than nine, minus their balls, cock, and scalps.
	OH!
*

Extremes
	Andy (with permission) took Kayleen and Maryanne to the mall.  A diff mall, a mall in another city.  They did up their hair, wore glasses, and applied some make-up and did not resemble their former selves all too much.  The girls shopped, rode the mall’s carousel, had lunch, and made an acquisition.
	It couldn’t be helped, three adorable girls, private school, two were sisters, one was a friend.  Green tops, beige skirts, cute-cute-cute.  And Andy was able to subdue them easily with his kicked up implants he had been working on, knock out the security cameras, knock out the child-trace implant devices in the girls’ shoes, and make it so Kayleen and Maryanne were oblivious to the “new passengers.”
	Upon arriving back at the Andrews home, though, young Andy was a little whopped and suffering from overuse of his EMAD-like implant device.  Cary took the “extras” to the basement to deal with them while Kayleen and Maryanne took the ill Andy to a bed.  He just needed some air, cool drinks, darkness, and no use of his special abilities.
	In the basement there was the normal basement and then the hidden converted basement.  Sherry, Wendy, Jennifer awaited their fate within the converted basement; Sherry and Wendy were somewhat wise, Jennifer was naïve and not so aware (of their pending fate.)  

	They were cuties, one-two-three.  Sherry was the oldest at twelve.  She had small budding breasts, palm sized, round, delicious!   A nice face, too, a fantastic smile, dainty noise, dainty earrings.  Long soft brown hair that nicely curved about her face; nimble arms and legs, proper proportions all around and smarter than most twelve year old girls in public school as well as in her own private school.  She was smart enough to be in higher grade levels but chose to “hang with her peers” until she matured a little more to deal with pressure of higher learning.
	The watch she wore also had a tracking device; Andy had disabled it but it still prompted Cary to destroy it and then flush it out to the septic system.  
	Sister Wendy was ten.  Same hair but not about her face; her soft brown hair went down her backside almost to her butt.  A bit of a longer face, bluer eyes, sweeter smile, perfect straight white teeth.  She got a lot of sun, more so than her sister.  She was much shorter and smaller and looked a little younger than her stated ten years of age.  She had beginning breasts, a scar on her right arm from a dog bite, and gas.
	Jennifer was nine; she’d be ten in ten months.  Flat chested, a round face with deep green eyes, missing a tooth, no jewelry save for a tracking device on her right shoe.  She was cute, too, all over.
	“Take off your clothes.” Cary told Sherry.  The girls were a little numb from ordeal with having their minds “touched”; they had been of “free will” since arriving at the Andrews home and basement.  But they were cognizant and aware—aware of their situation (and pending doom.)
	“Take off your clothes, NOW!” said Cary emphasizing his desire; and to further emphasize he had a belt he snapped in the air that shook the girl and made the youngest one pee herself.
	Sherry was the first to begin undressing.  She begged a little, pleaded, and cried—but she undone her beige skirt and lowered it, then in a fluid motion removed her private school green knit top.  She paused before undoing her dainty little bra but did undo it and stood in her off-pink panties.
	The poor girl was frightened—way frightened.  She stood not too trembling but very aware of what her fate was—casually she would drop her eyes down to the man’s crotch area—then dart them back up to his face.
	“Take ‘em down.” the man said coolly.
	Sherry pursed her lips, then sighed and accepted her fate.  She was still greatly scared and wasn’t hardly even aware that she wasn’t alone!  Gulping, closing her eyes, shuddering some she hooked her panties and pushed them down.  Then stood nervously back up and waited.

	The man looked at her goodie, smiled and told her to “step out” of her clothes.  Sherry did so and then was directed to “lay out” on one of the three beds in the small 8x8 foot room (with ten foot ceiling.)  There was a fan for air current, an air vent (small), recessed lighting in the walls/ceiling, and an open bathroom.  
	Slowly Sherry complied, realizing at length that her sister and their young friend was with them.  They watched her as she sat on the foot of the bed as directed, then laid down.
	“Open your legs.”
	Sherry almost lost it emotionally at that request; she didn’t know much about “rape” or sexual assault or sex; she knew basically what “sex” was and comprised of and such, and she admitted under dire duress to the stranger that she DID finger her self and that her Daddy HAD caught her doing so and that he HAD spanked her.
	“Bare ass?”
	Sherry blinked in confusion and then understood, “Oh, yes.”
	Damn, she was a cutey.  That hair, that face, that naked body.  At twelve she just had a light covering of fur.  She was a virgin.  She told of seeing little-little boys naked and of some boys ten and eleven who peed out in the woods while they were all at camp and she got glimpses of them but nothing major.
	Laying back on the bed that had plain sheets and a thin blanket she revealed her sex.  Virgin.  A nice smooth snatch greeted the ultra horny Cary Andrews.  He smiled, leered, and lusted.  Andy had did a fine job, a fine job indeed.
	“As long as you do as you are told,” Cary told them, “then I wont need to use this.” Snapping the belt in the air (after doubling it) he got the girls’ attention.  They nodded, Jennifer peed.
	Laying back on the bed, Sherry spread her legs and spread her “lips” as told to do so by the stranger.  The girl trembled all over, closed her eyes tight, shuddered, and had the need to pee herself.  But she held off.
	“Come here.” Cary told the others.
	Timidly, very timidly, Wendy and Jennifer came up to the bed and the strange man.  He turned to face them and told them, “take mine down.”
	Wendy was clued in, Jennifer not so much.  Sherry was aghast.
	With extreme trepidation, Wendy fumbled undoing Cary’s trousers.  Her pretty eyes were wide with extreme fright; her mouth closed, she fussed undoing the wool garment, holding her breath and turning her head just so so as not to be greeted with whatever lay beyond.

	Crisp, white, tidy-whiteys.
	Beyond was a massive “bulge” that caused Wendy’s mouth to open agape in extreme awe.  The man smiled to nine year old Jennifer,
	“Since she did the first part, you get to do the rest.”
	Jennifer didn’t get it.  Wendy did.  Her breath was taken away, 
	“Oh my God!” she breathed.
	“Take ‘em down, sweetie, or take the belt.” He was serious.  The girls knew it, they were frightened; Cary knew it, he was in glad.  Jennifer shook her head NO, blinked her little eyes rapidly, licked her lips nervously, and let flow more pee.
	“The belt, then?” Cary asked snapping the thin black leather dress belt in the air causing the three girls to jerk suddenly.
	Wendy nudged Jennifer and when Wendy didn’t react and Jennifer started to lower Cary’s tidy-whiteys, she was admonished with a glare, ‘don’t you dare!’ to wit this made the girl cry.
	Jennifer finally composed herself, after she had peed all that she could, put her thumb and fingers to the sides of the underwear and began tugging them down.
	She stopped when the massive fuck stick popped loose and bounced in the air.  It shocked her and she gasped rearing back staring in awe.
	“Holy crap!” blurted Wendy.
	Cary smiled, it was easier to get such reactions from young ones, women were a little harder to impress.  Flagrantly waggling his cock before the wide eyed girls; squeezed it at the base then thrashed it all about for their amusement (and his.)
	Then he moved to the bed.  Sherry clenched up, closing her legs in fear of the pending rape.  The man went into stoic mode then moved onto the bed.  The girl held her breath as the man put a hand on her stomach and started roving about.
	“Just relax,” cooed Cary, “it’s all natural.”
	Natural?
	The girl held her breath and stared up to the plain ceiling as the man’s fingers came to her vagina.  The other girls stood at the foot of the bed watching the antics in total awe and disbelief.
	The fingers fingered, working the meat of the girl’s pussy before slipping into the entrance with a daring finger reaching further to touch the pooter hole.
	Automatically the poor girl opened her legs, she let out a little whine and the man fingering her smiled deeply.  He fingered and fingered and then began humping—her leg.

	Bits of pre-cum soiled the head of his monstrous schlong; pressed against the girl’s thigh he humped harder until such time there was it was time.  But instead of “mounting” the girl right off, he stood, waggled his cock and looked to Jennifer.
	“Suck me.”
	Jennifer’s mouth hung open (perfect).  She was in shock, deep not quite getting the concept shock.  She sort of knew, it was a given and natural instinct.
	“NO!” almost shrieked Wendy.  Sherry bolted up and made a demand, 
	“Leave her alone!”
	This of course was met with a harsh stare.  The belt, too, came into play and snapped the air sending the girls into near hysterics.
	“One more (defiance) and there’ll be spanking.”
	Wendy (standing) put her hands to her butt and began crying; Sherry drew her knees up and bawled.  Wendy began to breathe hard—and not in a good cocksucking way.  Pure fright was upon all the girls.  Cary just grabbed Jennifer by her head and jammed/rammed his cock into her open agape mouth and moved her head back and forth.
	“Suck it, bitch, or you’ll get the belt!”
	Jennifer sucked, not very well, but she did the best she could under the circumstances.  Cary caressed her head as he pumped; pulling out to hump her pretty face, to slap her face (with his cock) then plunge back into her to unleash a torrent of hot man juice.
	Jennifer retched, gagged, choked, and sputtered the spunk back out of her mouth.  “Oh my God that’s gross!” she exclaimed.
	“Aye, that it is, that it is,” then with a chuckled amendment, “that’s why it’s better elsewhere.”
	Sherry knew what that meant.  She shook her head, squeezed her eyes tight and began to cry.  The naked stranger climbed onto the bed and began seriously dragging his cock against her delicate virgin pussy.
	“NO!” she wailed.
	Wendy and Jennifer clung to one another and watched.

	A series of grunts and groans, some OHs! and huffing breaths went on for several minutes before a final grunt.  Cary’s cock screamed as it steamed into the pre-teen girl’s cunny, stretching the cunt wide and filling it to its maximum capacity.  The intrepid girl clung to the bedding, wincing and making several utterances as the rape she endured took her to the very brink of what she could take physically as well as mentally.

	Wendy and Jennifer had never seen “sex” in action and were awed by it.  The saw Cary’s cock going into beleaguered Sherry’s cunt.  It was incredible to see such a massive thing as the man’s cock going into such a small opening as Sherry’s pussy.  
	Then there was the blood, the man’s testicles, and sex sweat.  Though naïve to some respects, Jennifer knew what “testicles” were, she wasn’t too naïve and understood some basics of sex and sex acts, but she lacked experience and/or first hand knowledge.
	Cary humped, slow and hard, straining his cock to the maximum in Sherry’s thrashed cunt, then he pumped rapidly like a rabbit for a few seconds, then strained again until there was no more jutting to be done.  His cock, though, remained steadfast into the girl’s torn cunny, still surging and carrying on.  It was a good fuck.
	Pulling out a little more man juice squirted onto Sherry’s tortured poon, there was blood and cum everywhere.  He breathed hard, dripped sweat, and poised himself above the frightened broken girl.  Then, with a heavy sigh he sat back, stretched, then fondled his hearty cunt busting cock.
	Wendy and Jennifer didn’t move.
	Sherry fingered her aching pussy, she shivered in trembling trepidation, sobbed some and waited.  She didn’t have to wait long; Cary slowly moved off of the bed and with a head nod and then taking the girl by the hand they moved to the open bathroom.
	The bathroom was complete with toilet, sink, trash can, open communal shower stall having two shower spigots and an old style porcelain white tub.
	Cary directed Sherry to the open showers and turned the water on.  The girl could hardly walk and Cary’s legs were a little weak, too.  Once the water was just right then did Cary give a quick rinse to the frightened twelve year old; pushing her legs open and paying much attention to her pussy.
	A rinse off of himself and then the shower was shut off and a towel came into play.  Cary dried Sherry off and then briefly did so to himself.  He then paused to took a long look at the naked girl, smiling as he admired her.  Then it was back to the others who still had not moved.
	Wendy knew, though, what was next.  Her young pussy clenched as her young mind whirled.  What would sex be like?  Could she really take the man’s cock?  It was tremendous!  She didn’t think she could.  She began shaking her head and was surprised when suddenly the naked man was right in her face.  His “cock” was not particular as hard as it had been, but it was not shriveled up or dangling down.

	Cary stroked his cock, pulled it tight, then once more guided it to Jennifer’s mouth.  “Suck it, just like before, but better.”
	Jennifer still wasn’t too keen on “sucking” but she was less keen on getting a belting.  At nine the girl was smart enough to know that she was in peril and there was little to be done about it without serious retribution.  Crying and being a typical normal kid under dire circumstance she took the man’s freshly cleaned cock and sucked it.
	She did suck better than last time.

	Wendy just knew that after much ado about having her cunt fingered she was going to be raped.  Not so.  After much ado about having her young cunt fingered she was “rolled over.”  Wendy had no idea.  None.  
	For a time her ass was rubbed, smoothed over, and even patted to the point of “almost a spank”.  And for a time Wendy thought just that, she was going to get a spanking.  Then her legs were parted.  
	Cary smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, he had doinked her sister in the cunt and for Wendy it would be the “other” place that a man’s cock likes to visit.  The girl’s ass was smooth, super fine and gave cause for his shagged out cock to strengthen—which was the point.  
	Wendy began to fuss, turn her head to see what the hell was going on, or WAS going to go on—or in.  Cary merely smiled and seemingly dazzled her with his twinkling eyes.  He gave no discernible expression to elude to his mood—not like her Daddy did.  His hands moved about her butt, squeezing her cheeks and making her uncomfortable.
	“Lift up.” he said at length.
	Timidly and very unassuredly Wendy raised her hips—to just the right height.  Then the horrid man with the big dick began licking her butt!  She couldn’t believe it—nor could Sherry or Jennifer.  It was way more than simple ‘eewewewewe, disgusting!’ way more.  To them, there was nothing provocative about whatsoever.
	Cary licked a bit on each bum cheek, then began slipping into the warm crevice.  The hole greeted him a clenching wink, it was clean and yet unstained by the ravages of escaping poo.  He licked the rim—it freaked the girl out,
	“Holy crap!” she blurted.
	Cary held her firm, “steady as you go, lassie, steady.” Then he drove his tongue INto the rim.  Wendy was freaking out, twisting, trying to crawl away—and it was only his tongue!
	The belt came into play.
	Quickly did Cary wrestle with the upset girl, grabbing up his belt and pressing her against him he let sail a few choice smacks until the girl’s cries had reached that lofty height inaudible to human ears.  
	Jennifer and Sherry were in fits.
	The belt was dropped after a dozen harsh smacks; Cary squatted before her, grabbed her shoulders and spoke to her,
	“I warned you, mind me, don’t fuss, and this wont happen again.”
	Wendy, of course, was barely consolable as her darling little ass was on fire.  She breathed hard, sobbed harder and took several minutes before she was calmer.  Then, with her ass still burning hot she was back on the bed, face down, ass up.  Cary returned to preliminary tonguing out her hole, prepping for …

	Sherry’s mouth hung open as she couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing—the man’s cock was going into Wendy’s poop hole.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted out in a low voice.  Her own asshole tightened up, her pussy still ached but she couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be fucked in the butt.
	Wendy gripped the bedding, her screams of distress were muffled as her face was buried into one of the pillows.  The man’s cock went slowly in, pulling out and then retrying until the head of his cock and then a bit of shaft was in.  The process of making full anal entry took a little while—an agonizing “little while” before even half of the man’s schlong was in.
	Cary was satisfied and began pumping.  Slowly the girl’s asshole worked itself open, taking the breath away of Wendy McPhenis.  Holding tightly to the girl’s hips the cock was strong enough to maintain steady pressure without too much difficulty.
	There was the try to sink himself to his balls into the girl’s asshole, but that wasn’t going to happen—not without more anal fuckings.  Cary was only too happy to oblige.  He humped as he was until finally-finally there was cumming and a great load of cock juice filled the already tight tunnel.  It was then, of course, that the final power fucking began and Cary’s cock DID sink further into the girl’s tortured hole, sinking all the way to his balls.

	Wendy wailed all the while she was bathed.  Her asshole smoldered and she danced while she was showed.  The man wasn’t rough with her but did smack her ass when she wouldn’t stop fussing.
	Though naïve, Jennifer wondered to herself what would be her fate.
	In a word—in a mouth—blowjob.

	After Wendy had been rinsed, spanked some, then dried and returned to the others, Cary presented his half flaccid penis to Jennifer to suck ONE MORE TIME.  She was schooled in handling the cock, cupping the balls, and sucking—sucking—sucking.  She was taught to roll the tongue about the sensitive crown, diddle her tongue into the piss slit, and twist her hand as she worked it and her actions up and down the shaft.
	For her efforts she received a healthy wash of cum coating the inside of her mouth, tonsils, and throat.  She got some on her sweet little face and spillage on her developing chest, too.  Thereafter she was hugged and had her ass patted, not spanked.
	“Stay here, be good.” Cary warned them, there was a radio pre-set to stations that gave no news just music.  There, too, were music on cassettes and CDs, books to read, coloring books, and board games to play.
	“Dinner in a little while.” they were told and then they were alone.

Mores the pity
	Impressed by Andy’s unique abilities Cary toured with him on various outings.  Everyone encountered or seen was a potential Subject-Target-Victim.  From the very-very young to mid-level adult.  White, Black, Asian, Indian; short, squat, a little hefty, etc.  A few boys, too.
	There was a visit to Mike’s humble abode; then to Mitch.  At both there was a little hanky and some panky.  Nothing too hardcore, touchy-feely with a lot of Show and Tell.
	At Andy’s home—a little more than touchy-feely.  It was ok (by Andy) for Cary to go ahead and hump his Mom, “you cant get her anymore pregnant than she is!”
	Andy’s sister, Carol, was of interest to Cary, too—he liked ‘em young and twelve year old Carol fit the bill.  But he sunk his cock into Andy’s pregnant Mom and was satisfied with that—providing that Carol was nude, on the bed with her Mom, on her hands and knees.  While Cary fucked Andy’s Mom, Cary fondled, fingered, and got off on the girl getting off on the Mom!

	It was kind of an odd thrill to see his Mom getting boned, he positioned himself directly behind Cary and watched his bone disappear into his own Mom’s cunt.  It was awesome!  
	Afterwards, an awkward moment in the shower.  Cary’s bone though had definitely cum off in Andy’s Mom still had some “rigidness” to it.  His lean powerful body was sweaty (stanky) and in need of a good shower.  Andy had doinked his sister and in need of a showering, too.  
	Andy.  His cock was for his family and Mike.  He liked girls—very much!  And there was a slight horny interest in boys, young boys.  There was those times of interlude lustfulness with Mike that was enjoyable.  They both doinked one another in the ass, they sucked each other, and buried their tongues into the other’s mouth (and asshole, too!)
	Did that mean he was gay?
	Flaming gay?
	Andy thought himself just to be horny.  It was the same with Mike.
	But what of Cary?  Andy liked him, liked his lifestyle.  But sexually?
	Andy smiled, got bashful, and nodded to his new friend, “Go ‘head (in).”  Cary said nothing and slid past the naked teen and enjoyed a few minutes of private showering.
	Afterwards, the two dressed and took a slow tour of the neighborhood.

*

Just a little sugar
	“That’s the Vanhoten house, he’s 87 and she’s 85; but they have a granddaughter who comes over.”
	“Hold old is she?”
	With a smile, “sixteen.” then, “She’s got a sweet ass, tall, nice tits.”
	Nodding to another house, “The Dohlmers live there; a pair of great grandgirls come there ever so often.” pause “They’re ten.”
	Crossing Dehancy St. they continued their perusing of Hump Dr. for selectables and possibles.  In the middle of Dehancy St. two blocks up from Andy’s home, the Heute home.  (pronounced Hoot)  The attached garage was rocking, for reals.  Inside was a rock band in progress—in progress.
	The band members were Hanna Labeau, Molly Shaw, Dana Dosin, Kenny Boorman, and Howie Heute.  They were all rockin’ with Hanna the lead singer; Molly on electric guitar; Dana on electric keyboard about her neck; Dana on another guitar (bass); Kenny on a flute; and young Howie on drums.
	Young?
	How young?
	Ten.  Ten years the each of them.
	Ah.
	They were pretty good, got a garage band.  They did know how to use their instruments and Hanna seemed to be pretty good as a lead singer.  Each one had a special/unique ability that warmed the cockles of those who looked upon them.

	“They’d make a fine addition.” Cary said in musing.
	Andy nodded and drove around the block into the alley.
	But first!

	1201 Hoot Way 
	The corner house was the home of the Bandersons.  David Banderson was a business man who was very busy (with secretary) and usually not home most days.  Doralee Banderson was a teacher/administrator at a midlevel school.  Vick Banderson was in high school; Andy knew him and he was a bit of a jerk.  His sister, Alice, was a cuter—she was twelve and worthy of undue attention.
	“Problem?”
	Not really, but Andy had always had in for “having it in” Vick.  Not sexually speaking, but the revenge type of “in.”  Vick was an asshole, a jerk.  He was good at sports—all sports, football and baseball especially.  There were occasional run-ins between the two with Andy always backing down.  He hated Vick, but liked his sister.

	For a long while they sat in the car; still, quiet.  Then,
	“Come on,” Cary said, “let’s pay ‘em a visit.”
	It was the answer Andy was waiting for.  He smiled his quirky smile and the two “stole” into the backyard and into the Banderson house.  There the interlopers found Alice Banderson in the company of her best friend, Cheryl.  They were in the “family” sitting on the floor flapping their lips and discussing their favorite topic—BOYS!
	Andy carefully guided his implant thoughts to the girls, he found that it was getting easier but their were the usual hang-ups after an upgrade.  The “side-effects” he had usually experienced had ceased, and that was good ‘cause it was getting damned annoying.
	After once more waylaying the unsuspected, Andy and Cary made themselves an annoyance.  The family room was situated at the back of the house; there was a hallway and then the main living room directly forward; down the hall was then the kitchen.  Further down was a bathroom, a den, and utility room.  Upstairs the bedrooms were located.
	Andy stood before Alice; she had braces on her teeth and a fantastic smile.  She seemed to be so innocent, so very pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way.  At twelve her breasts were coming along nicely—very nicely.  Andy groped them, twisted them and got very hard.

	Lovely blond hair not in any particular style hung loosely about her face, held semi in place by a plastic headband.  Dainty emerald earrings, a little light lip gloss, and the sister of an asshole.
	“Is your brother home?” Andy asked coolly.
	“Yes.” she answered.
	A brief pause, then; “Is he naughty with you?”
	This was met with a “huh?” expression on her sweet face.
	“Do you and your brother have sex?  With each other?”
	Alice’s expression was one of pure horror.  It was the most horrific question ever posed to her.  She was not of “free will” and Andy had blanked her from recognizing him.  But her mind was basically free; just nipped a little so as she wouldn’t react and be a problem.
	Blinking her eyes with mouth open she expressed in a non-verbal converyance that she had NOT engaged in any sexual antics of any kind with her brother.
	“Ok,” Andy said, “no touchy-feely, how about Looky-looky?”
	That was different.
	Sure, she had seen her brother naked, at all ages.  She had heard him fart, seen him pee in the backyard and in the woods.
	“Masturbating?”
	Once.  One time she had walked in on him while he was on his bed circle-jerking.  At first he had let her, but seeing the expression on her sweet face he chastised her and ran her out.
	“Has he ever caught you doing same, masturbating; fingering yourself?”
	Alice once more held her mouth open, blinked her eyes excessively and was genuinely shocked at such an invading question.  The answer was No; but the answer was Yes to the next question of whether or not she fingered herself.
	She had some limited desires to see boys—naked.  That was normal.  She didn’t have a concept of “why” but it was a curiosity.  While masturbating she DID think of a few boys; but again, she didn’t know why.  They were cute, “handsome” and she could barely conceive them in her mind’s eye naked.
	On his knees Andy slowly made his way, sliding Alice’s beige pants down as he went.  Lavender panties greeted him.  He was well pleased, ‘specially how nicely they snugged up against the girl’s body.  Beside him/them, Cary had his cock out and was slowly stroking.

	“Whattya think?” Andy asked.
	“Not bad.”
	“But?”
	“Well,” he drawled, “seems like we’re missing someone.”
	Andy nodded.  Vick—the asshole.

	In his room, Victor James Banderson happily stroked off pleasing himself greatly.  He wasn’t aware of the intrusion and so happily continued beaten off—using his sister’s panties as a catalyst for pleasure.  
	‘Ever have desires to be naughty with your sister?’
	Not even stopping a stroke the bully-like athletic asshole confirmed, “Yes.”
	‘You want to fuck her mouth?’ Yes.  ‘In the ass?’  Yes.  ‘In the cunt?’
	That was a definite HELL YES!
	‘Ever suck cock?’
	That was met with a tremendous definite HELL NO!
	Andy had a new idea.

	“VICK!” screamed Alice.  She let scream another, then another.  A pause and they all heard footfalls on the stairs of someone big coming.  Victor James the Asshole was seventeen, a couple inches over six foot, broad shoulders, footballer body with same mentality.
	Vick dashed into the family room and bolted to a heart stopping halt.
	“What the fu--?” his eyes fell on his sister and her friend standing side by side in the company of a strange man.  The man had a gun and wavered it to the confounded Vick.
	“Now it’s a party!” chortled the man.
	“What the fuck you want?” Vick asked angrily.
	The strange man with the gun wavered it to the shaken Alice,
	“Take off her clothes.”
	OH!  Here we go again!
	“FUCK YOU, YOU SICK FUCK!” blurted Vick—how heroic.  He made a gallant charge but a shot from the gun whizzed by his ear and then—then the barrel was jammed into the mouth of visiting friend, Cheryl.
	“It’d be a damn shame to see this little one’s brains blasted out all over the furniture.  You’d never get the blood smell out of the carpet, either.”
	Vick’s composure was exceeding limits.
	No shot had actually been fired, but simulated—the “invisible to sight” Andy put into their minds three that a “shot” had been fired and that the man was more than serious—and dangerous.
	Vick still held his ground—like a young Phillip had been, there was no intention on undressing his sister.
	“Alive or otherwise, she’s going to be naked.”
	Vick glared a the man, and he still had a raging boner from previously whacking it; not too mention a small “wet spot” on his gray gym shorts.
	“Get her naked—NOW!”
	Vick looked to his ultra frightened sister; her sweet face was all screwed up with emotions atypical to the situation.  She stood gripping her fists, shaking, clenching all over.
	Vick sighed, Cheryl, too, was an emotional wreck, and had peed herself.  There was no choice, he fumed and glared hard at the stranger then poised himself before his trembling sister, sighed and pulled off her white outer unbuttoned shirt, then her green undershirt.  There he paused as he stared at his sis in her rose pink bra with the little rose clasp in the front/middle.
	He gulped, sweated, and had no intention of proceeding.
	Until Cheryl made some uncomfortable noise.
	Vick seethed as he saw the stranger’s gun gone from the girl’s mouth to press against her pussy.  The look from the stranger’s eyes told Vick he was serious, dead serious.  Angrily Vick undone his sister’s bra and she was topless.
	“Nice tits, eh?” scoffled the stranger.
	“Fuck you!” shouted Vick.
	The stranger smiled, “Tut-tut, let’s be nice.”
	Vick looked like he was ready to charge—he WAS bigger than Phillip Riker had been and could be a bit of a problem.  However, there WAS the unseen accomplice in hiding.
	“Your task is not yet complete.”
	Alice clenched her fists, screwed up her pretty face even more and somehow managed not to out and out lose it.  Inside she was, though. Her brother dropped to his knees and pulled down her britches.  She had long legs and was a bit of an athlete herself, but a nut about it.  She liked soccer, volley ball, and tennis.  
	Lavender panties she wore, plain and simple that snugged her body nicely.  Vick stared at his sister’s crotch, ‘take ‘em down’ he heard in his head.  Sighing and showing a different composite to his usually lackluster face.

	With extreme duress down came the lavender undies revealing to all that Alice Michelle Banderson was a virgin.  A nice patch of blond pubes covered her poon.  Vick had seen glimpses of his sister, that was given, he had never seen it up close (and personal) though.  There were desires to see her naked (up close) and personal.  More stronger desires to cum on her, on her tits, on her face, in her ass.  Vick greatly did want to fuck his sister, in the ass; he was leery about tagging her cunt ‘cause if she should come up pregnant…
	But those were just “desires”; desires of the cock and in actuality he professed that he would never really actually do anything sexually to her—unless she was willing and wanted to.  
	“Lick.” said the voice of the stranger.
	Vick stared at the man—“No fucking way!”
	Cheryl made a yelp of distress, eyes bulging then eyes blinking excessively as the stranger’s gun pressed against Cheryl’s pussy.  The hammer was cocked and the intent was clear.  The look on the man’s face was serious.
	Vick seethed and was busting with anger; but closing his eyes he put his tongue to his sister’s cunt area.  Alice trembled and screwed up her pretty face all the more.  Vick put his hands on his sister’s hips and got into her groove.  At length, Alice stepped out of her clothes and was hoisted up onto the family breakfast table—with her legs spread wide her brother then easily “went down” on her and licked his fill.
	It wasn’t so bad; Vick got a terrific hard-on as a result and Alice found there was pleasure (though disgusting) from being licked out.  She denied it, of course, and wholly tried not to show that she had feelings of actually liking being licked out.
	After a few minutes and young Alice was showing more and more signs of “getting off”, though disgusting, the stranger with the gun said, 
	“Now switch.”
	Vick knew what it meant, Alice needed to buy a vowel.
	Standing up smacking his lips he glared at the man; he had pushed down Cheryl’s pissy pants, inserting his gun inside her pissy panties.
	“No heroics, don’t be a dumbass.” warned the stranger.
	Vick stood seething, glaring back at the man while his sister sat up wondering “What?”
	“Take ‘em down.” the stranger said to Alice.

	Vick only wore sweat pants, and ONLY sweat pants.  On the front was already a “wet spot”.  His cock was mighty hard and very erect.  Young Alice timidly slid herself off of the table, onto her knees, and before her brother’s business.  She turned to plead to the man with the gun, shaking her pretty head, ‘please don’t make me’ she conveyed thru her tear stained eyes.
	She got a hard stare back from the man conveying “DO IT!” or else.
	Alice took holt of her brother’s sweats and slid them down—his mighty teen cock popping out for all to see.  Alice, of course, had seen it before—but not so up close and never so hard.  Cum had already soiled the tip and more was jutting out the slit.  
	“Suck it, suck it all.”
	Alice thought she’d throw up.  She breathed hard, breathing right on her brother’s dick—which he liked!  Sure he wanted a BJ from his sis, but not under the circumstances.  
	With Cheryl crying, cringing, and peeing, Alice closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took her brother’s cock.  She made a face almost instantly as her lips touched the mushroom head of his shaft; she made more faces of displeasure as she tasted his sperm.
	“All the way down.” said the stranger.	
	Alice screwed up her sweet face more, gagged and retched but engulfed her brother’s cock—slowly.  Vick reacted with mixed feelings; pleasure and disgust.  He admitted getting BJs from girlfriends; he also admitted having sex with those girlfriends, too.  But a hummer from his sister was unbeatable.
	He tried not to get into it but though it was Alice’s first blowjob to him, she was good.  His cock never felt so good!  He made appropriate noises of satisfaction as Alice slid her mouth up and down his cock; he put his hands on her head and began to pump.
	As Vick’s pleasure rose, he pumped faster and harder.  Alice wasn’t too enthused and gagged, choked, and very nearly threw up.  Cum from her brother’s dick began to spurt into her mouth, shooting down her throat!  Vick held his sister’s head and humped-pumped with a fever pitch of lustful ecstasy; he gave out a might “OH YEAH!” as the final juts of his liquid brotherly love squirted forth.
	Alice retched big time, “EWEWEWE!  That’s gross!” she blurted.  As she reared back popping her brother’s cum squirter out of her mouth—Vick’s cock squirted more sperm onto her face grossing the hapless girl out even more.

	Vick stumbled back to lean against the counter while his grossed out sibling retched and gagged while wiping the goo off of her face using her panties (as told to do so by the vile man with the gun pressed to her friend Cheryl’s cunt.)
	Vick’s dick didn’t “limp” out or go soft, it remained thick and dripped bits of cum.  His energy level was low and several minutes were needed for his recuperation.  He wasn’t given “several minutes” but just one.  Thereafter,
	“Turn around.”
	Alice trembled and was still sickened by what she had done—not so much as the “act” but the aftermath.  She stood and turned around against the table, then laid out on it, spreading her legs.  Her brother’s cock got a little stiff…
	“Taste her.” grinned the stranger. 
	Vick swore vengeance as he moved to his knees, spreading his sister’s ass and licking out her crack with special attention to her hole.  Alice bawled as her brother tongued her asshole; she clenched and still retched and was not aware of what was GOING to happen.
	Vick didn’t particularly know, either.  He licked and licked, plunged his nose and tongue into his sister’s dirt chute and his cock got harder and harder and harder.
	Finally, his cock was pulsing and he reared his head back to catch a breath.
	“It’s time.” said the stranger.
	“For what?”
	The stranger smiled and looked to the boy, ‘what are ya, stupid?’
	Vick shook his head.  “No fucking way you sick bastard!”
	Yes way.
	Firstly, the stranger with the gun pulled the trigger.  

	One hole was as good as any other—but banging off into his sister’s hole was one that was deplorable.  Again, though, it would be different if she were “willing.”  The circumstances surrounding his plunging his cock into his sister’s asshole was not to his liking.
	The gun shot had resounded causing everyone to jolt—‘cept for the “stranger” and the unseen.  No sound of a “shot” though had been heard outside of the house.  The gunshot only existed in the parties involved minds.  

	Vick had no idea if Cheryl was injured—she didn’t appear to be so.  The stranger had merely fired his gun between her legs—but it was clear that he could have easily fired off the round into her body.  So into his sister’s bunghole he went.
	It was a slow process, a virgin hole.  Alice squirmed and thrashed about and it definitely was her “first time.”  Vick, however, had been up a girl’s butthole before but most girls preferred the mouth or pussy.  To Vick it didn’t matter, save for having to hump his own sister.
	Making full anal penetration took a little doing, he didn’t want to hurt his sister; they had rough housed and chased each other trying to “hurt” when embarrassing the other, getting the other in trouble with a parent, and so on.  Typical brother/sister stuff.
	Taking his time Vick made Alice’s first butt fuck easy.  She still squirmed and still thrashed but every inch of his manhood was IN her hole.  There was naught to do but do the hump.  Alice’s ass(hole) muscles relented and gave way to the intrusion and the pumping began.
	His cock was already tingling substantially and with subsequent thrustings into his sister’s shitter the tingling escalated to lofty heights.  Once more he emitted an “OH YEAH!” as his cock dramatically increased sexual pleasure to a new plateau.  As the pumping progressed he no longer cared that it was his sister’s shitter he fucked…

	Great gobs of his personal love cream squirted out and then flowed out of Alice’s asshole.  Brother Vick had wobbly legs and once more leaned against the counter behind him; staring in wonderment to his sister’s ass and the cream oozing out of the hole.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he remarked giving no indication either way to his plight or enlightenment.
	“Just one more hole.” spoke the stranger.
	Victor stared at him whilst he fondled his dirty dong.  A blank expression etched on his face, “What the fuck?” 
	The stranger smiled to him, “whenever you’re ready.”
	Vick couldn’t believe it and though lo it had been shameful to hump his sister’s mouth, disgusting to get off in her ass; it would be unacceptable to do same in her pussy.  That was out—that was just out.
	“No fucking way!” shouted Vick stepping away from the counter.
	Once more, though, the stranger’s GUN came into play; frightened out of her wits Cheryl stood still, mouth open, eyes wide, unable to express any emotion.  Her pants and panties were down and the man’s gun barrel was IN her pussy.  The man glared to Vick, “get ‘r done.” 

	First, Vick needed time; he needed a clean cock, too.  To help with the “time” issue, he got a beer from the fridge and then a power power to munch on.  Then, using his sister’s undies wiped his soiled cock clean.  Sister Alice turned over on the table (with her brother’s help) and he did a preliminary cunt munch to kick start his cock to hardness.
	Vick’s dick “dripped” and hung “loose” while he licked again on his sister’s cunt.  There was anger as he did the deed, along with a little anguish as his cock was getting mighty sore.  After a few minutes of once more tonguing out his sister and no significant hardness factor to his,
	“Come ‘ere.” sparked the stranger.
	Victor slowly made way to the stranger and Cheryl.
	“Give her a lick.”
	Cheryl was repositioned; bend over with her head squashed under the man’s arm.  Victor took up position behind her and licked out her crack.  Cheryl was freaking and intently out of her young mind—even more so when a finger went intruding into her pooper!
	‘Put your finger in.’
	The words Vick heard in his head—they weren’t dissimilar from the stranger’s commands and Vick could not ascertain any difference.  ‘put your finger in.’  The words burned into his mind and he found himself virtually unable NOT to comply or make a fuss or anything—anything but to “put his finger in” into Cheryl’s wriggling ass.
	There was a slight stench to Cheryl’s ass—she had peed and peed good during her ordeal.  She had recently taken a crap, too.  Victor’s finger went slowly into the girl’s poop hole and he was instantly grossed out when it was soiled.  His cock had been “soiled” by poo stains when screwing his sister’s ass, but not as bad as fingering Cheryl.
	In and out—in and out and all about—all about Victor worked his finger in Cheryl’s ass; then he put in TWO fingers.  After a time, THREE fingers were working Cheryl’s dirt chute and Victor’s cock WAS hard (hard enough to break bricks!)
	‘Go bang your sister now, like a good little prick you are.’
	Victor’s eyes glowed hot—even more so when it seemed like a “force” pushed him into action.  He couldn’t understand it and stumbled his way to his very distraught sibling.
	‘Wipe your dick clean first, asshole.’
	Victor scooped up his already soiled sister’s panties and wiped off his dick, then used a wetted washcloth to complete the deal.  Thereafter he stood with a raging boner before his sister nakedness.

	It hadn’t been so long ago, when she was ten and he was fifteen that she had yielded to him and let him hump AGAINST her ass.  They shared a bathroom and he was in a bad way one morning—beating off hadn’t helped calm his erection and so it was very noticeable while he stood next to his sister in his sweat pants.  She was noticed noticing his pulsing prong and he blatantly pulled his pants down.
	It was no biggie—the pulling down pants and exposing himself—it was a common thing with him and she herself exposed her ass to him on occasion.  But usually Alice was modest.  Victor HAD busted her fingering herself but he quickly backed out of her room and let her be; she herself had caught him “in the act”.  Both teased one another about what they did but again, Alice was bashful and sensitive and Victor didn’t let his teasing go too far—she’d tell their parents and that wouldn’t be good.
	Anyways, he stood beside her in the bathroom with a very impressive throbbing cock and began masturbating, slowly.  “let me see your ass” he said to her.  Alice relented and lowered her pajama bottoms and then her panties.  Turning slightly she bent over allowing him a “good look” at her bared ass and Victor admired it, touched it with his hand caressing it, then laid his cock against the soft smooth skin and humped it.
	Down between her legs he had gone with only a casual thought of want—wanting to get into her sex and/or hole.  But at ten she was very virginal and at fifteen his cock was very tremendous.  He settled for humping her bare skin until ejaculating.
	It had been a good cum, his cock had remained stiffer than ever with gobs of goo spilling out its piss slit and soiling his sister’s sweet ass.  but the act of cumming off had curbed his sexual appetite.  Using a handy washcloth he quickly wiped off the goo before she freaked and that was that.
	He got to do that episode again a couple more times; afterwards his cock was being satiated by cheerleaders and best friends girlfriends as his prowess on the football field began to grow and make him worthy of female attention.
	Alice was twelve, she was still in the midst of “developing.”  Her breasts were still small, her pussy was—virginal.  When she was even younger and the two were in the early stages of “touchy-feely” he had fingered her pussy.  He had even laid on her and humped—having little on the concept of “penetration.”
	His cock pulsed, throbbed, and ached terribly.  He thought of Jessica White, Debra Hu, Beverly Hao, Clarissa Bowerly, and Ms. Travers.  Oh!  Ms. Travers his 6th grade homeroom teacher—oh how he wanted to sink his bone into her.  None of the biddies at his high school were worthy.

	Debra Hu was Asian, he wasn’t sure if she were Korean, Chinese, Japanese, or what—nor did he care.  She was HOT, nice tits, great bod, very friendly, and willing to submit to his sexual whims on a moment’s notice.  Beverly Hao was Vietnam and she was a little aggressive—and almost always horny.  In the backseat of his car during lunch she rode his cock to the extreme levels of sexual bliss.
	But busting his sister’s cherry was something he couldn’t fathom.
	‘Do it.’
	Victor cocked his head, closed his eyes and laid his pulsing organ against Alice’s cunt.  Shaking his head defied the act; but his cock was overriding the moral issue.  Victor kept his eyes closed so as not to look at his sister’s torn up face.  She wasn’t willing, that was the hang-up, if she were willing it’d be different.
	‘Do it!’ the “inner voice” in his head became louder and he suddenly saw himself pushing the mushroom portion of his cock into his sister’s twat.  There was natural resistance but with a powerful forward cunt busting thrust he destroyed her innocence and ploughed the girl’s dick trench for a hearty three minute fuck.

	Once the fucking begun—there was no stopping.  It took almost a minute before his cock was even fully in—of course, by then, he was at full bore with the thrusting.  Keeping his eyes closed kept him from seeing his sister’s torn face.  All that mattered was to cum, to achieve that goal of extreme pleasure and deal with the aftermath after.
	A flood of fresh hot cum blasted out of Victor’s cock, it was amazing and then some.  The sensation was bombastic; his balls flapped in a serious rhythm never before experienced.  His cock strained to the limit with gobs and gobs of cum squirting filling his sister’s quim to the maximum capacity.
	A mighty thrust for the finale; sweat dripped off his lean muscular body, his balls had stopped slapping so hard and there was only the squishy sound of his cock slathered in cum, pussy juice, and pussy blood.
	Vick nearly fell crushingingly onto his sister, his energy level was zero.  He gave a mighty sigh as his cock slipped out then lay on his sister heaving.  Alice managed to push him off; she remained as she was with her pussy violated and aching more than ever her fingers or candles, bananas had ever done.
	Victor slid off to be a heap of human flesh on the floor.  He was useless and would be so for the next several minutes.  Eventually, though, he did manage to pull himself together and return to standing.  With panties and washcloth (again) he wiped his dick and sister’s cunt clean.
	Then he waited sensing that the torment was not over.
	And he would be right.
	
	Victor lay on the floor still heaving; Cheryl came to squat on his face, burying her sweet pissy pussy onto his face—digging in.  It did a little in sending life back into his fucked out fuck stick.  Caressing the girl’s sides, munching on her virgin cunt, thinking of fucking her brains out all gave equal lifeforce to his schlong.
	Meanwhile, unknown to either of them, another virtually unseen “force” came unto Alice—and I do mean CAME.  Alice swore there was another (after the incident) but no one else saw.  As she lay sprawled still on the family breakfast table “another” came unto her, spreading her legs and jamming his sex into her own.
	The stranger did nothing but watch the antics and wait.
	Wait for what?
	Wait.

	The great clock in the living room chimed the time of day, a breeze was kicking up outside, gas prices were going down at the corner liquor store, new movies were on the marquee further down the street at the Bijou, and a pizza party was underway at the pizzeria next door.  All was well with the world.
	Until Doralee Banderson came into her home.
	Chaos reigned supreme in the kitchen of her home.  Two strangers were naked in the midst doing unspeakable things to her children, plus a friend.  Daughter Alice was sprawled out naked on the family breakfast table being screwed hard by a teenage youth while her young friend, Cheryl, was being taken from behind by a man stranger.  
	Doralee had no chance to react as quickly her mind was overwhelmed and she was brought into the midst of the horror.  She couldn’t understand it; it felt as if though she were being pulled and pushed into the fray.  A vile sickness enveloped her as she was drawn into the kitchen; her daughter was in great peril being raped, her young friend was equally so being sodomized (or raped) by a vile-vile man.  
	Doralee’s son was in the kitchen, too; naked, with bits of cum dripping from his cock.  He looked horrible, haggard, and his eyes—there was something amiss with his eyes.
	Then there was something amiss with his actions as he came to his Mom and began undressing her!  Doralee found herself unable to stop him and even helped!  What was going on!?  

	Wearing layered clothing took a bit of time to get off, son Victor didn’t seem to have any troubles, though; almost expertise!  Doralee stared at her naked son blanking out images in her mind that were for some reason suddenly appearing.  Her son never looked her in the eyes and only paused a moment when her bra was the last piece of top clothing to be removed.
	Down came her slacks.  The image of her naked son filled her mind; she had had some private thoughts of him—boning her.  She was aware of him masturbating AND using a pair of her panties to help the cause.  Her husband was a good lover—when he was home.  In the meantime, Doralee had “needs”, sexual needs.  For most of their marriage she had been loyal and truthful—er, faithful.  But the long days of hubby out of town on business weighed on her and she needed her nookie crusted.
	Jim’s best friend, Hank, provided the necessary fill-in.
	On more than one occasion while getting her nookie crusted by Hank she thought of her teenage son.  Often she thought of her son’s cock throbbing hard in her sex; she knew it was wrong but she kept it to herself.  Her mind couldn’t take what was happening in her kitchen—was it real?
	The next thing she knew was she was laid out on the floor with her naked son eating out her pussy!  At first she rebuked the offense—it was wrong—wrong-wrong-wrong.  The horror her daughter and young friend were experiencing faded as sensations sensationalized her.  Nothing else mattered.  Nothing.  It no longer mattered that her own son was tantalizing her—not at all.  It was a flip-flop of emotions with conscious flits of wonderment—was what was happening fantasy or reality?
	The sensations were more than anything she had ever experienced before in a fantasy.  It had been a long-long while since last her pussy had been licked out.  Both her hubby and Hank did so “every so often” but not often enough.  And they both were in too much of a hurry to fuck for her to toy with their cocks or even possibly give them head!
	Soon her son had tongued all that he was going to do and came up to mount.  There was nothing in his eyes, nothing.  His face was stoic, lifeless.  His cock pressed against her womanness, the heat of his nakedness she could feel and Doralee didn’t care if it WAS reality or not, she wanted him.
	Victor rested his cock against his Mother’s cunt, humping lightly against the pouty lips, grinding up and down, stretching his cock, snugging up to where his ball sack came up against her hard, too.  Then, he raised his hips and began to intrusion.

	Andy deposited his love into Alice with dramatic bursts, he barely had any energy left and little left to maintain control over Victor and his Mom.  He almost lost them—and actually for a time did—but that was about the time Victor slid his dick into her crevice and began fucking.  There was no stopping them and both of them “wanted” it—especially the Mom.  (Had Victor known of his Mom’s lust he would have acted differently (more willing).
	Andy needed the brief respite and sat on the floor against counters.  His new friend, Cary, had his thrills with Cheryl and sat back on the floor watching the son and Mother hump.  He was pleased with the results.

	It wasn’t quite over.  Victor fucked his Mom for five minutes—several times did he achieve that lofty goal of pure bliss but wasn’t able to complete the summit.  He was cummed out and fucked out.  His cock remained nice and hard, though, so he was able to maintain humping until he DID reach the goal AND plummet over the other side.
	To help him in his quest, Cheryl laid out on the floor beside with her legs opened wide.  There were bruisings to the inside of her thighs, cum drenched her cunt and asshole.  The girl fingered herself while she sucked on a man’s balls.
	To the other side of Victor and his Mom lay Alice, she had bruises to her thighs, too.  She lay out with her legs pulled back, her feet catching the lip of the counter top above her so as to expose nicely her cunt and asshole.  While Victor fucked, Alice masturbated, rubbed her ass and tantalized her brother until he finally achieved the ultimate sin.
	Victor absolutely had no more to give.  His mind was gone, too.  Which was good—it paved the way for inserting notions—naughty-naughty notions.  Andy took a ride on Doralee and knew in his mind that he wanted to bone the woman on a semi regularly basis.  Not too mention her family (Victory not excluded.)
	Everyday, or so, Victor would fuck his Mom.  Victor, too, would get a blow from his sister—then take her in the ass or cunt whichever he preferred.  Alice would be “willing” to submit sexually to her brother’s whims, drink his cum , suck his balls, and be giving of herself.  Doralee, too, would become an avid cock and ball sucker.
	Before Cary and Andy took their dutiful leave of the Banderson family, Andy took Victor’s virginity—his OTHER virginity.  It began with,
	“Suck my prick, you prick!”
	Victor complied—mindlessly.  And then would do so any time Andy wanted a blow.  Victor would become his “bitch.”

	Cary humped lightly on Doralee watching his young companion take Doralee’s son in the ass.  The all-star athlete bully mother-fucker sat on all fours being reamed in the ass, his mouth engulfing his sister’s cunt once more.  Though mindless, the pain and severe discomfort in his once virgin asshole screamed for attention.  So he screamed into his sister’s well fucked gooied cunt.
	Andy humped but was unable to cum, he was cummed out.  He fucked the boy in the mouth with his dirtied cock and spent more time instilling upon the boy’s mind his “new way of life.”  
	Thereafter, Cary and Andy dressed and left.

*

Meanwhile, in the same town not far away across the highway and down a lane or two in the suburb of the town where the story takes place…

	It was a party to end all parties—or some lame cliché like that.  Thirteen year old Stephanie Tanner was not too embarrassed by the goings on going on about her—a little but not overly so.  Stephanie’s best friend was “gettin’ some” in her bedroom; so were several others scattered all about the midtown apartment.  Jessica Shivvers was sprawled out on the breakfast table, naked, sucking on James Fobbers cock—while Donald Tor humped her cunt.  James was one of the oldest boys at the party, he was fifteen.  Donald Tor was twelve.
	Also in the kitchen was Ameilia McGafferty, she was thirteen being humped like a dog by Aaron White.  Underneath her with his dick jammed up into her pussy was Mack Nife.  In her mouth David Spanner was cumming and cumming hard.  All three boys were a year older than Ameilia.
	In the living room—more severe naughtiness; Monica Bane sucked on the willy of Harry Hank, he was the only one still mostly dressed—he had a shirt on and his pants and undies were just—just at his ankles.  He was a nice looking fella—Stephanie liked him and was slightly intrigued about servicing his willy—but it was already in progress of being serviced.  Steph was embarrassed (slightly) by ALL the boys who were nude being “serviced” in some fashion or another.  It wasn’t her first sex party but it was to the scale, to the number of peoples involved.  Just about ALL the peoples in their social group their knew personally were in the servitude of sex all over the apartment.  

 	Steph’s best friend, Gia, was seriously getting hammered while her poor overworked single mother worked at a diner just outside of town by the sea.  Gia was a bit of a risk taker, and horny.  Her Dad she seldom spoke of, for years it had just been her and her mother and that suited Gia just fine.  Stephanie sensed animosity towards the unknown Daddy.  The few times Steph brought up the subject of her Daddy—the subject was briefly touched on and then abruptly changed.  Steph took the hint and didn’t probe.
	Holly Mosely lay positioned out on a chair, naked, legs out over the arms of the chair while Chan Ho licked out her pussy.  Chan was almost fifteen, Chinese (obviously) and had a small almost insignificant cock.  It worked and was hard (4-inches) and he had small itsy-bitsy testicles.  Other than that he was a nice boy…
	Paula Cabway and Norman Bucckuner humped regular-like; he on top of her; Paula’s legs about the naked boy’s waist while he slowly invaded her lovely freshly shaven cunt.  In the hallway, Franny Frock sat on Nick Vai’s body, his cock up into her cunt while she faced downward reeling in being dicked while sucking the schlong of Henry Horshack.  
	In the bathroom, Tray Seethmore humped doggie-style Jessica Banai as she lay poised over the toilet.  In the bathtub Donna Veep and Brad Borth 69ed.  On the floor Cathy Xavier and Lance Porton humped with Cathy on top thrashing madly as she encroached on that lovely goal of delicious orgasm.
	In the bedroom where Gia was getting hammered, Andrea Novels received a “facial” from Gavin Clur, Mason Jakes, Ham Hynieman, and Ace Voorhee. Gavin was the oldest in that group being fourteen inside of six months; he was also the tallest; dark hair and an average willy (with normal sized testicles, too.)  Mason came nextly in age at the ripe old age of thirteen, fourteen in five months.  He had a “surfer’s” look about him with cascading blond hair, blue eyes that shimmered like the nearby ocean at sunset, and a ripped body—not chiseled, jut ripped.  Ham and Ace were thirteen, just inside three months each (with birthdays one day apart!)  Ham had raven dark hair, dark eyes, and acne.  Ace had flaming red hair (and lots of it).
	All four boys jerked their gherkins into (and onto) Andrea Novels’ face.  She was eleven.  Eleven!  And her sweet angelic face coated in boy cum.  Coated!  Imagine!  She was stark nude with only a little patch of fur on her young well fucked already pussy.  She fingered that fucked pussy while she received gobs and gobs of boy goo onto her face.  Her young breasts were “perky” with hardened nipples—also coated in boy goo.

	On the bed, thirteen year old Gia frantically thrashed about wildly as she was taken to the brink of delicious orgasm and beyond.  Her legs clamped tightly about the boy who brought her to that lofty goal and was deeply set (into her groove) and attaining the same lofty goal.
	One of the boys, Mason, had cum and cum and then some, but his prick remained hard.  He seemed in anxious agony so he too his prick from Andrea’s face to her ass.  Andrea leaned forward gulping air (and boy goo) nuzzling her face into the naughty bits of the other boys.  Mason glided his cock up and down the girl’s ass taking deliberate stabs to her hole.
	As Stephanie Tanner stood (clothed) at the open door watching with soaked panties, Mason drove his thirteen year old schlong into eleven year old Andrea’s asshole.  Meanwhile, Andrea gobbled on the cum squirter belonging to fourteen year old Gavin.
	Uncomfortable Stephanie made way to Gia’s Mom’s room and made a phone call.  She was as nervous as she was uncomfortable.  She was a “good girl.”  Self-proclaimed.  Not a virgin, no; she had tasted dick, boy goo, and been humped in the ass AND cunt.  But not to the capacity of the sex party in progress.  
	Thankfully, sister Donna made the answer at home.  (so she thought.)
	“What’s up with your voice?” Steph asked as Donna on the other end sounded gravely and raspy.
	“Cold.” came the reply.
	“Well, can you come get me.”
	“What’s up?”
	“Well,” Stephanie drawled and spilled the beans of the sex party in progress and how she was uncomfortable with so many couple getting after it, “the other time there had only been just a few of us, more intimate--”
	“The other time?”
	“I told you, last month.”
	“Oh, yeah, right.”  Donna sounded like she was going thru boy puberty. 
	“There’s too many here and I’m just not in the mood.  ‘sides, Kevin’s not here and he’s the only one I’d consider being naked with.”
	There was silence on the other end—it sounded like sputtering.
	“Are you alright?”
	“Cold.” came the reply.
	“Maybe you should stay home,” Steph said, “I’ll find another way home.”
	“No, I’ll come get you.”

	“Ok, just don’t let Dad know any of this.”
	“Yeah, that would be bad.”
	“No shit, he’d have a fit and then some.”
	“Damn straight.”
	“He thinks we’re sweet little angels!”
	“HA!”
	“God, he’d flip out and lose the rest of his hair if he knew we weren’t.”
	Silence on the other end, more sounds of sputtering.
	“Like I said, I’d stay but with Kevin a no-show I just feel uncomfortable.  Gia’s got a house full of everyone screwing and humping, my panties are soaked and I really want to get nailed; Andrea’s getting a facial and I want to taste cum so bad!”
	On the opposite end of the phone there was more than “sputtering” going on.  
	“I’d like to get even just a simple spanking,” Stephanie went on, “but like our fantasy, we only want to get spanked by Dad.”
	Oh?
	“My God, my pussy is soaked!  I was just watching Andrea getting creamed and I was thinking of you and me having Dad do that to us, spank us with his cock, cum all over our faces and tits; I was wanting Dad to cum on your cunt so I could lick it off!”
	Much more than sputtering was going on on the other end of the line.
	“My ass is tingling now, just thinking of Dad spanking us, spanking us with his cock!”  Steph laid out on the bed and began fingering her soaking wet cunt.
	“I’ll be right over.” said Donna.

	Usually the trek from the Tanner home to Gia’s apartment took an average of ten minutes.  The apartment was on the 4rth floor, too; so there was the elevator ride or up the stairs that took a couple of minutes; traffic, parking, and depending on if “Donna” left home right after hanging up or went pee first, Steph figured fifteen minutes.  During that time she fingered her cunt into an uproar—so much so that she finally pulled her panties off, spread her legs and “got after it.”
	She thought of her Dad.  Both she and Donna had a private sexual fantasy thing in regards to their dear clean-freak Dad.  They both wanted spanked by him, by his cock!  Surprisingly, no one came in on her.  And she was just getting into her second glory when…

	Knock  knock  knock
	Five minutes?  Naw, couldn’t be.
	Stephanie slid off the bed, no one was moving—well, they were moving but not to the door.  At the door Steph was stunned into utter silence at the sight of her Daddy at the door and not Donna.
	“Hi there!” Daddy Danny said with a raspy voice—the same raspy voice from the recent phone communication.  
	“Holy shit!” Stephanie blurted.
	Danny peeked around his young foul mouthed daughter catching sight of naked couples doing the nasty and deeply involved.
	“I think we need to go home.” Daddy Danny said.
	Stephanie was oblivious and in a stunned manner left the apartment.

	It was a long quiet drive home.  The walk from Gia’s apartment to the elevator had been exceedingly long.  The ride down in the elevator seemed endless.  The walk from the elevator to the car like a long trek up a mountain following a goat.
	Once home, Stephanie didn’t want to get out of the car.  What her fate was she had no idea and couldn’t think straight to comprehend one.  She did move at length, her Dad waiting for her patiently.  It was another long walk from the driveway to the house.
	“Go to your room.” her Daddy said in a flat no emotion voice.
	The walk up the stairs was painful; a spanking?  How long had it been since she had received a spanking?  Years?  Years.  But then again, she sort of longed for one.  She and sister Deej enjoyed bare ass spanking one another, among other things.  They fantasized about being spanked by their Dad, including being spanking involving his cock!
	She sighed trying to get a grip on herself as she made for her bedroom.  Inside her ass began to tingle and she realized that she was “moist” between her legs.  Greatly.  What would her Daddy do?  Would he do anything about what he saw at Gia’s apartment?  He was a rat for impersonating Donna, that wasn’t cool.
	Suddenly he was behind her.
	“Well,” he said with a flat drawl, “I guess it’s time for that spanking.”
	What?  Stephanie was taken off-guard.  What did he mean by that?
	“Go ahead,” he continued, “take ‘em down.”
	Oh.
	But still, an out and out Daddy spank in sync with disciplinary action, or other?  Stephanie was confused; she reached up under her pleated off-white skirt and pulled down her panties…

	Daddy Danny stood inches behind her with a tremendous—tremendous hard-on.  Tremendous.  He had had the hard-on since his phone call with Stephanie earlier.  Then the hard-on grew as he saw the mass of naked young peoples humping their brains out in the apartment.  He was thankful, though, that Steph was “uncomfortable” in that situation and had the good sense to call home.
	Down came her panties.
	His cock grew even more.  “spank us with his cock, cum all over our faces and tits”  the words created images that erupted into an orgasmic ballet in his mind sending throbbing emotions to his cock.
	Stephanie bent over across her bed; it had been a long time since last he had seen her naked ass, a couple of years.  She was thirteen, he had seen her in her underwear—no biggie, he was her Daddy and it was allowed (on a semi modest level).  But her bare ass?
	And longer since since the last time he had spanked her—and it hadn’t been a bare assed spanking, either.  But there it was.  A lovely white ass, perfectly shaped, smooth, alluring, lustful, and aching—just aching for a spanking.
	Danny imagined (fantasized) his cock beating her ass and then soiling it with his cum.  He further fantasized daughter, Donna, busting them and coming in to lick the cum off her sister’s ass.  Then, as a finale, his cock anointed her sweet sixteen year old face with his liquid love, squirting the juice onto her tits, too.
	A breath of ecstasy suddenly escaped, then another and he found himself greatly gouging his cock; there was a “stickiness” soiling indicating that his lust was exceeding the limits of pre-set boundaries.
	Steph’s panties were at her knees, she was across her bed with her naked ass presented to him.  From the angle and distance he couldn’t rightly determined if whether or not she was a virgin.  
	Minutes ticked by, Daddy Danny couldn’t move, he could only stand behind his daughter lusting privately.  At length, Stephanie caressed her bared ass, smoothing her hand about the skin before pulling the cheeks open to fully expose her crack and hole.
	Danny let loose another moan of joy.  Then, he stepped up closer and applied his hand.  It wasn’t a full skin-to-skin smack, more of a pat.  Stephanie put her hands under her and waited.  Daddy Danny’s lust began to rise more with a fever.  The patting became more earnest and he let fly a harder smack feeling his cock shooting cum inside his undies as he watched his daughter’s ass brighten in color, jiggle, and entice him more and more.

	Not being able to take it any longer, and knowing pre-hand what he knew of his young daughter’s desires—Daddy Danny whipped it out, stroked it and marveled; marveled at how big his dick was suddenly and marveled at what he was contemplating.
	Stephanie’s ass invited him, beckoned him.  Daddy Danny stroked his cock, squeezed it and wavered on the line of “DO IT!” or Back Off.  His lust rose to incredible heights, the Moral Barrier was no where in sight.  Leaning against the bed, left arm locked holding him up, Daddy Danny brought his massive Daddy dong against his daughter’s ass.
	SMACK!
	Stephanie flinched, tightened, and wriggled her ass, and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long, Daddy’s dong smacked her ass again, then went gouging up her crack, then repeatedly smacked her ass a couple more times before an explosion was imminent.  And when that “imminent” time came, Daddy Danny shoved his fuck stick into the rim of his daughter’s ass and let it fly.
	Slightly was Danny at finding his cock having little trouble making anal entry; there had been some resistance—some.  But the strength of determination of his cock and the “give” of his daughter’s asshole gave him dutiful pleasure and forward he went.  As soon as the mushroom portion of his cock was IN—the jutting of man juice began.  
	Danny thrusted into Stephanie’s hole, gripping her hips and driving inward burrowing half the length of his shaft.  His eyes fluttered and cum flowed like a river.  It had been a long-long time since last he orgasmed so; he was a single father raising two girls and it weren’t easy.
	Panties.  Nudity and near nudity.  Periods.  Farting.  Sickness.  Masturbation.  It was soooo much easier to raise boys.  He loved his girls and tried to keep the Morality Barrier in tact, along with Modesty.  Donna Jo had been a bit of a nudist up until she hit nine years of age.  Then modesty struck all of a sudden.  She still ripped a butt blast now and then in his presence—accidents.  
	And speaking of “accidents”, both girls had bed accidents that were embarrassing—mostly for Daddy Danny as he had to take the tykes to the bathroom, undress them and clean them up in the bathtub while he had a pressing hard-on that wouldn’t quit.  Donna Jo (DJ/Deej) had occasional bed accidents up until they were eight years.

	Danny never thought himself as a pervert, an occasional advantage taker when the situation presented itself:  like when Donna was ten and fresh back from a hard day of enjoying all the rides and activities at an amusement park, she conked out on her bed hard and Danny undressed her.  He thought nothing of it until he had her down to her panties.  At ten years, Donna wasn’t bad, her breasts her blossoming, her form was filling, and she had a dainty little pussy hidden behind her lavender panties.  
	Sound to sleep she was.  Sound to sleep—with her sister conked out in the twin bed of the hotel behind them.  Danny’s cock insisted, persisted, twisted Danny into lowering his daughter’s lavender undies.  Just down to mid thigh.  It had been a couple of years since last he had seen her nakedness.  A small crop of peach fuzz was covering her pussy, it was smooth, virginal looking, delectable.
	Danny had a problem.  He moaned, groaned, and found himself masturbating.  All the while he had been undressing Donna she hadn’t stirred; no indication had she given that she was aware of anything.  So Danny placed a finger to her pussy and fingered.  His cock began to explode right then and there—he did the only thing he could do at the time—not wanting to waste his cum he leaned up and positioned himself so as to spill his ejaculate onto Donna’s cunt.
	As the cum spewed he rubbed the head of his cum squirter onto her pussy, up and down the gash with strong desires to “put it in her.”  But the Morality Barrier though being bashed kept him from raping her right then and there.  He squirted all that he could squirt, pulled her panties off and opened her legs, grinding his cock in his mess soiling his daughter’s poon.
	More cream came.  The desires for orgasmic bliss had been satiated.
	There were bad feelings that followed, he knew desire’s winds had almost broken the Morality Barrier—often when bathing his girls of whom he had raised since they were toddlers, he had blanked out when “fingering” their poons.  He had wiped them, dressed them, cleaned them up when they had accidents, and bought their panties and menstrual needs.
	But as they grew and Danny suffered from Lack of Nookie, the Winds of Desire increased.  Buffeted incessantly by those desires on almost a constant daily basis Danny found himself snagging a pair of his daughters’ panties and happily jerking off.  The image of the girls naked, legs open, inviting him in, sucking his dick, farting on his dick increased his desires and he soiled many of their panties.
	Desire’s Wind were doing a good job bashing down Danny’s Morality Wall.

	The lust had diminished—greatly.  The dirty deed (of sodomy) had been done and done.  His cock reeled in the event done, cum still dripping from his piss slit soiling not only his daughter’s body but her bedding.  Being a clean freak he would normally be all about grabbing some cleaning products and sopping up the mess—but his energy said “nah.”
	Stephanie rubbed her ass, it stung some but not badly.  Her pussy tingled and her asshole was a little sore.  All those times she had taken a candle up her ass, DJs tongue, finger, and other assorted “items” of intrusion had helped ease the way for her Daddy’s dong.
	Slowly she turned to face him, he ducked his head and wouldn’t look at her—embarrassed.   Steph didn’t know what to do—and she was still horny!  So, slowly, she pushed herself down off the bed.  Her Daddy remained on his side with his cock semi stiff, leaking cum.  With pussy tingling she timidly stretched out her hand to take holt of her Daddy’s dong.
	Danny watched his little girl do the deed, when she had been little, very little, he had easily coaxed her into wrapping her fingers about his cock, fondling his balls, and kissing the head of his cock.  And finally, after all these years, she was doing it again.
	A moan, a groan, a lustful escape breaking more and more of his Morality Barrier as timidly daughter number two pressed her lips to his swelled cum coated cock (freshly explunged from her own asshole!)
	As her mouth engulfed his cock, Danny’s lust rose.  The desires for her increased ten-fold—although there was still that pesky Morality Barrier pestering him.  But on the other hand—she WAS willing!
	And she WAS good at what she was doing!
	Danny repositioned himself onto his back and began working his trousers down.  His entire manhood area was exposed to Stephanie; her fingers wrapped expertly about his stiffening dong, twisting as up and down she went on the shaft, her mouth fully taken in the head of his cock working more of his lengthy shaft into her sweet-sweet mouth.
	Oh!  OH!  OH!  Oooohhhhh!  AHHHHHH!
	Juts of pent up cum began to squirt—he could feel the cream flowing from his balls thru his dick and out the piss slit.  His toes tingled.  His hair tingled.  His balls—tingled.  Stephanie was good!  She only retched a little as the splash of her Daddy’s liquid love coated her tonsils then guzzled down her throat.  Almost ALL of her Daddy’s dick was in her mouth.  The sperm flow continued long after the initial blast and long after the plateau.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked the life out of the cock, made some slurping sounds then pulled back smacking her lips; cum coated her mouth, chin, and sweet-sweet face.

	Then she pulled off her top, teeshirt, bra, and then slipped off her skirt and was nude.  For thirteen—damn she was hot!  ‘specially nude.  Danny’s head began to pound; it was a cum dream cum true.  Using her own panties she wiped her face then crawled onto her Daddy, settling her wet pussy onto his cum shooter.  She said nothing—what was there to say?  She nuzzled and he caressed her backside.
	His mind was blank—pure blank.  Nothing could he think of—his job, his life, his other daughter.
	Other daughter?
	Donna.  Donna Jo.  Hmmm
	Now, where was she?
	Oh yeah, she plucked a $20 from his wallet and was off with her best friend to the mall.  How long had she been gone?  When was she due back?  How much time did he have (being naughty with Stephanie?)  There were pending questions and great wonderment to whether or not Donna was just as naughty/nasty as Steph.
	There was hope.
	Lots of hope.
	If not, well, so be it.  Stephanie was willing and that was ok.
	Stephanie began to wriggle some, settling her hot snatch onto his pulsing prong.  All over her backside bare he caressed his hands, slipping them down to her bare ass, too.  The morality barrier simply didn’t have a chance!

View from a mall
	(don’t worry, will be back to our regular theme story after these brief mini spots)  In the meantime, change your underwear!
	The Ultimate had a 20% off sale; two shops down, the Grab Bag had a buy one get one at 25% off sale.  A two-for-one was at Melinda’s Boutique; the Emporium had a sale going on, too; the Jessipica Imports, the Harbour, BB Booksellers; Annica’s Attic; and virtually every store in the mall was having a sale.  That was good for a teen girl with small cash in her purse.
	“All I’m saying is that all guys want is pussy.  All they want is to “get some”; and if you are pretty enough after they’ve “gotten some” they’ll hang around to “get some” from you again.”
	Harsh words from Donna’s friend, Kimberly, but she had a point.  Donna knew it; she knew, too, that it was true, all boys were basically interested was Football, Pizza, Pussy, Sleep, and repeat.  Sometimes the sport and food changed due to the season and intake requirement, but pussy and sleep remained the same.

	The two mid-level teens roamed the mall, ogled some boys, made some purchases, and spied.  Spying was their thing, observing others they knew (and didn’t) doing things that were interesting enough to spy on.  This usually meant couples engaging in sex in some manner—from deep passionate kissing, fondling, to out and out sex!
	During lunch at the Oasis the girls spotted Olivia Brunalti yapping it up at a nearby table with a few other girls in their social peer group.  Donna hated Olivia, ever since she managed to sweep hunky Brad Ranger away after Brad started seeing Donna more boldly at school and everywhere else PLUS after they had kissed and she (Donna) had let him get to 3rd base.
	Olivia was a busy bitch and a boyfriend stealer.
	After lunch, Donna and Kimberly avoided the ‘ho and scooted up to the second level of the mall where they met Jonathan Thomas and Mick Anderson.  The boys were alone, shopping for a birthday present for their Moms—just so happened that the boys’ Moms shared the same birthday.  Donna and Kimberly helped the boys in their venture and the boys invited the girls to lunch.
	“Great,” said Donna, “I’m starved!” a girl never-ever turns down a meal or a chance to hang with a handsome fella.  Never-ever.

	Thankfully, Olivia and her ‘ho group had left the Oasis and so Donna and Kimberly enjoyed their second lunch meal; they had smaller portions and the boys insisted on paying.  There was some flirting going on, foot rubbing under the table; Donna really liked Jonathan’s eyes; his blond hair hung a little over the left side of his face and a bit into his left eye.  He wore a small gold earring, just one, right ear.  
	Then there were that smile.  That smile was intoxicating!  Perfectly straight white teeth, perfect skin, and a “devil may care” persona.  He had the surfer appeal about him; a nice rigid body, and seemed to adore Donna.
	Kimberly and Mick were hitting it off, too—they were being more bold in their flirtation to almost downright obscene.
	“Get a room!” Donna chided her friend.
	“Sounds good!” sparked back Kimberly.  
	There was no “room” per se to utilize, but there was Jonathan’s van.

	Jonathan’s van was indeed a “surfer’s” van, the sides, back, front, top, all painted with ocean waves and surfboards.  Huge mag wheels, custom paint, custom interior, custom…
	Custom interior?
	Oh yeah…

	Inside from driver/passenger seat to the rear doors was customized.  Plush carpeting, mini fridge, special lighting, kickin’ stereo, incense, vents, and specialty operated doors/windows.  It was known as the “Make-Out Machine.”
	How many bitches and ‘hos had been “gotten” in the Machine was unknown—well, to the general public.  Jonathan knew—exactly.  Names of the bitches and ‘hos were jotted down on paper and kept in a secret place.
	And speaking of “secret place”; as soon as the girls and buddy Mick were settled within out in the parking lot of the mall, Jonathan got out the goodies.  The goodies were beer, whiskey, and everyone’s friend, Mary Jane.
	The beer was imported and high quality.  So was the whiskey.  The Mary Jane was locally grown and high potency.  Donna wasn’t too much into the hard stuff, including whiskey but had had a few beers now and then.  
	Jazz music played, non-annoying music to set the mood.  They all drank and took hits of their own marijuana joint and “grooved” on the music and setting.  This soon led to frisky Kimberly and willing Mick to scoot to the very rear where a convenient single wide bed was.  Kimbery on her back, Australian import Mick lay on top of her, kissing and heavy petting.
	Jonathan and Donna looked into each other’s eyes; Jonathan cuffed Donna’s face—leaned in and kissed her.  Donna melted.  Their lips locked and tongues touched inciting their budding passion.  Their bodies melded and came to rest on the sideways single bed.  Donna could feel Jonathan’s cock pressing hard against her sex.  She wasn’t a virgin (but wasn’t a slut, neither.)
	Jonathan grinded against her while still lip locked.  Donna ran her hands all over his backside; she could feel his heart pounding against her chest and his thrusting against her increased.
	The van began to rock—Donna broke the lip-lock and snuggled against Jonathan; Kimberly and Mick were fucking!  They were naked and Mick was “gettin’ some!” 
	Donna was about to “get some”, too.  Her pussy was already quaking and errantly she roamed her hands all over Jonathan’s butt conveying to him with her baby blue eyes “fuck me—fuck me NOW!”
	Jonathan got the message and pulled off his shirt and teeshirt.
	Hot damn!  What a bod!  Donna melted even more seeing that reveled chiseled chest.  It was smooth, ripped, buff, and perfect.  (just like his teeth and hair and especially his eyes!)

	Donna pinned under Jonathan undone her blouse and was thankful she had put on the bra with the front clasp.  It made it easier to undo and free her sensitive twins.  Jonathan took delight in squeezing the teen mounds, tweaking the hardened nipples increasing his hard-on pressed hard against Donna’s cunt.
	At the rear of the van, Mick was cumming.  Kimberly was faking.  Their naked bodies were entwined and Kimberly was getting into it although she was not overly pleased with Mick’s inadequate cock.
	Donna undone her tight jeans; Jonathan raised himself up and undone his own jeans—then he laid back down on her pressing his lips to hers.  They embraced and enjoyed a couple of minutes of serious passion while working their undone pants down.  Jonathan put a hand to Donna’s ass, cupping her ass, working fingering inside her green tinted cotton panties.   Their passion began to increase more and more.  
	Donna finally managed to kick off her pants as well as Jonathan’s.  They never lost lip lock and Jonathan’s hands continued to be “busy”; one squeezing her breasts while the other felt of her ass flesh.  Soon, though, Jonathan moved to work his underwear down.  He raised up to do so and then sat up to present for her adoring eyes his teen fuck stick.
	Donna quivered at the sight of the cock—it was cunt pleasing to beat all!  She licked her lips and would have likened to have sucked it first, but there was no time.  Pulling her legs up from under Jonathan she worked her panties up her legs giving the boy a hell of a reason to live.  Parting her legs after ditching the panties the boy was mesmerized by Donna’s nakedness.
	Pussy and asshole were right there, a nice trimmed bush, a clean pert winking asshole.  Jonathan’s cock pulsed and oozed bits of pre-cum.  He was ready.  Donna fingered her cunt, it was moist and “ready” too.
	Mick and Kimberly had finished their first fuck and were deeply kissing one another with Mick still humping, his cock languishing in glory outside of the teen girl’s poon.
	Donna’s passion began to increased beyond the limits of measured passion as Jonathan’s cunt pleasing began burrowing into her fiery sex.  She felt the stirrings of orgasm right off but managed to hold off cumming—somehow.  Jonathan’s cock slid near effortlessly into her inviting poon; she clenched and held her breath, her nipples perking up even more and tingling some, too.  
	Sensations she couldn’t imagine surged throughout her young teen body; it was incredible!  She had never had such sensations and she had been laid before, a couple of times.  Jonathan’s cock increased its depth inside her poon, pulsing and throbbing—tantalizing her to no end.

	Donna felt her liquids flowing, her whole entire body was tingling driving her to near madness.  At length she bucked UP to her lover, thrashed her head as she felt his stabbing manhood fulfill her every (sexual) need all at once.  Then he began to pump.
	Meanwhile, Kimberly was turned over and Mick was “dogging” her.

*

	The shower felt good.  Damn good.  The water fine and was very nearly washing away everything—almost.  Her pussy still tingled, the taste of Jonathan’s tongue was still in her mouth and she knew it could have been even more magical if he had put his tongue into her cunt!
	But Jonathan and buddy Mick had to get themselves home to make ready for their Moms’ birthday surprise party.  There were some lingering tender moments, but naturally, after a boy got his dick waxed then that was it.  Mick had gone to sleep.  Jonathan’s energy was drained but was actually ready to “go at it again.”  
	Donna knew her time was waning, too, she had to scurry home soon and Kimberly had to go to work.  The two sweaty naked teens (Jonathan/Donna Jo) lay together arms and legs a sweaty akimbo; kissing and continued fondling.
	Time, though, was waning.
	The boys dressed, the girls dressed—after using a handy-dandy cleansing cloth to clean their well fucked snatches; then they were dropped off at Kimberly’s home.
	“We’ve got to do this again.” Donna said to Jonathan.
	“No problem.” Jonathan smiled.  
	Donna knew the heartthrob was screwing other girls, Olivia Brunalti for one.  Donna didn’t care, she hoped that her fine body (pussy) would keep the horndog loyal to her.
	Jonathan drove off and the girls timidly with sore aching poons walked to Kimberly’s home.
	No one was home and wouldn’t be for hours.  This paved the way for Kimberly to started shedding her clothes as soon as she was inside the front door.  Donna followed suit, checked the time, then followed her naked best friend to the girl’s private bathroom.
	The girls showered together, showing one another.  Their mouths met and once more there was deep penetrating passion.  Their bodies meshed hard together trying to meld as one.

	The girls embraced passionately, very, until finally their passion took them to a new level—one that they had enjoyed many times before.  After a quick dry off they made for Kimberly bed whereupon Kimberly fell onto her bed spreading her legs.  Donna fell onto the bed falling her face onto her friend’s freshly cleaned cunt.
	“So how was he?” Donna asked as she began to probe Kimmie’s cunt with her fingers and tongue.
	“He was alright,” Kimberly mused, “not big in the dick department but he knows how to grind against my clit.”
	That was a plus.
	Donna licked, nipped, and drove her wicked tongue into Kim’s dick channel, then was handed a candle.  A candle.  A long 18-inch red tapered candle with ridges at the tip.  Kimmie spread her legs wider, her pussy pulsed and Donna began inserting the candle stick into her friend’s cunt.
	Just like a dick, the candle slid in and out, gyrated all over, burrowed inward an inch or two, then pulled out to tantalize the outside of the poon, then back in for more deeper penetration.  Just like a dick.
	Kimberly (or Kimmie by her best friend) wriggled and imagined being probed by Mick, or Jonathan, or Hank, Henry, Eric, Paul, Joe, or Mr. Grainger (11th grade History.)  Her pussy heated up, pulsed, and began to cum.  Donna Jo was good.  Expertly she worked the makeshift cock knowing somehow just how to tantalize the pussy to make it quiver and cum.  When the juice began to flow, Donna withdrew the candle and inserted it up into Kimmie’s asshole, applying her tongue to Kimmie’s cunt.
	The event drove Kimmie to the newer heights of sexual enjoyment and she came with repeated joys and thrashing her face to Donna’s face.  When she was at the apex of her “joy”, Donna rose up and squashed her cunt to Kimmie’s cunt and fucked her.
	Kimmie shoved the candle in her ass DEEPER.
	Donna fingered her (own) pussy as well as Kimmie’s; spanked herself, and tweaked her nipples.  This soon led to the girls once more becoming one thrashing all about the bed with Kimmie taking a fancy to spanking Donna.
	Donna liked being spanked.  More than anything else, more than being fucked, fingered, or licked, Donna got off on being spanked.  Kimmie obliged her best friend—firstly using her bare hands and when they were sore and Donna’s ass a beaten red, Kimmie used her house shoe.   It was a slipper with a pliable leather sole and made stinging smacks to Donna’s bare ass.
	Donna fingered herself all the while she was tormented.
	Kimmie kept the candle in her asshole while she spanked her friend; and soon there were juices flowing from Donna’s cunt.  Kimmie went for them, licking the girl’s pussy and thighs while laying on her backside, Donna squashing her furry cunt onto her face.
	When that was over, the girls made for the kitchen—the candle in Kimmie’s ass just barely to be seen.  In the kitchen, more beer.  Neither girl was particular hungry but helped themselves to some snacks and continued talking about their afternoon tryst in Jonathan’s van.
	The talk, of course, made them even more horny.
	Unfortunately, Kimmie had a job to get to.  If she wanted Mall money she had to work for it.  They polished off their beers and snacks, returned to Kimmie’s bedroom and engaged in standing sexual lust.  Deep passionate kissing, groping and deep seeded desires to fuck their brains out.  But there was no time.  Donna laid herself out on the bed watching her friend dress, she put on a fresh skirt, top, and bra.
	No panties.
	She kissed her naked friend—pussy first and left to catch the bus.
	Donna fingered herself and looked around for the candle.  Not finding it she motivated herself to the shower and used the handheld shower head to clean and please her pussy.  Thereafter she spent a good half hour with her hair before heading home.

Meanwhile…
	The Smash Club
	For the teens of the City by the Bay (and ocean) there were a few choices for choice hangouts.  The mall, which closed at Ten PM; the Curfew, which closed at midnight; a couple of choice popular pizzerias with arcades; some make-out places; teen homes w/o parents; basements, backyards, and other assorted places popular for teens.
	There, too, was the school(s) and the Smash Club.
	The Smash Club was located centrally downtown.  It was a “hole in the wall” type of place; no alcohol on premises; live local bands with the particular theme of Grunge and Punk with a smattering of Rock and Acid Rock.  The building holding up to 100 teens at a time was once the home to a strip club.  The “cages” the dancers danced in where still intact, the bar (now serving sodas and exotic non-alcoholic drinks), and the DJ booth that bounced out outrageous music when a live band wasn’t playing.
	Jessie Kustopolis ran the Club, he was young, hip, and a so-so rock & roll participant himself.  Since his career wasn’t moving forward as he hoped and planned, he tried his luck at another venture.

	Jessie K was also a family friend of the Tanners.  And as such he was also the friend of Kimmie Kibbler; the sixteen year old was skinny, a ditz, a flirt, a possible slut, skinny, a ditz, not playing with a full deck, but was popular with the teens of the Club and understood them.  
	Jessie and Kimmie—though they got along they annoyed one another.  
	But Jessie hired her anyways.  Jessie was in his early thirties but felt younger—but was out of touch with the younger crowd and so it was Kimmie who helped him out with their lingo, the wants and desires, likes and dislikes.  It helped keep the Smash Club’s doors open and business booming.
	Kimmie arrived, late, one hour before the doors opened.  Jessie was a little peeved at her but let it go; he jumped her bones about it and she naturally shined him on (off).  
	“You’ve got stuff in the store room that’s got to get out.”
	“You’re arms broke?” Kimmie snapped back.
	Jessie glared at her, “YOU are the employee, and if you’d like to STAY employed--”
	Implied content so noted.  Kimmie sloughed her way to the back store room.
	“KEY!” she bitched.
	Jessie thought the store room was open, he had just been in there.
	The store room had a huge fire-proof door, it was heavy and often required “heft” to make it open.  Cost of replacement was in the plans.  It wasn’t locked, just stuck.
	“Come on, put some muscle in it!” chirped Kimmie.
	Jessie gave the teen a glare, ‘leave me alone.’
	Kimmie waited, impatiently as Jessie bashed his shoulder against the iron door.  He wasn’t bad looking, not bad looking at all.  Dark hair, dark eyes, and young looking.  He was friendly, could sing, wore snappy clothes, and got most jokes.  Kimmie only teased him ‘cause she actually thought of him as being hot.  There were teasings from Jessie that sometimes went too far and he sometimes hurt her feelings.
	Finally with a massive grunt and dire determination, Jessie managed to force the heavy door open.  Once inside he flipped on the light and looked around for the imported soda pop he wanted to bring out.  Kimmie came in, shut the door behind her and looked around in disgust.
	“This place needs sweeping.”
	Jessie smiled and gave her a look, “And guess who gets THAT job, princess!?”
	Kimmie shrugged, “I aint no princess, so it aint me!”  She picked up the box and turned to the door.
	Jessie’s smile eroded quickly.
	“Kimmie, did—did you shut the door?”
	Kimmie didn’t reply, she looked to her Boss, smiled and played innocent.  “Who, me?”
	“Kimmie please tell me you didn’t shut that door!” Jessie ran to the door and tried it.  Nope.  It was shut good, just like before.
	Pounding on the door didn’t help, not in opening it.  Kimmie helped in the pounding, the pulling, the kicking, and kicked Jessie, too.
	“What did you do that for?”
	“You leg was in the way.” snapped back the girl.
	“Why I oughta!” he made the familiar hand raise as if in posing the threat of slapping her.
	“Ought-ought-ah,” smiled Kimmie, “you wouldn’t look good in prison blues.”
	Jessie smiled, cocked his head, ‘they’d never find the body.’ 
	More bashing of the door that wouldn’t give.  A mental note was made about putting in a phone.  Kimmie popped one of the imported soda bottles and “helped herself.”  
	“Kimmie!” bitched Jessie.
	“What?  I’m thirsty, you wouldn’t want me to go dry!”
	Jessie had other thoughts about her he kept to himself.
	Looking around for a possible exit Jessie spotted the only possible; the air vent.  Of course, it was located in the ceiling.  The second problem was he was of “adult” sized and the opening of the vent was much smaller.
	Kimmie chugged down the last of her imported $$ soda, burped (loudly) and noticed Jessie noticing her.
	“What?”
	“How’d you like to try out your mouse abilities?”

	Often did Jessie comment on Kimmie’s “mousey” body, her squeaking, and nimble fingers as she shuttled vast amounts of food into her pipsqueaky mouth.  With a mousey foot in Jessie’s clasped hands she was hoisted up to the ceiling vent.  She had to firstly dislodge the vent using Jessie’s handydandy keys.
	She broke his house key and then car key before finally nudging the vent out of its housing—it then plummeted to Jessie’s head.  Thankfully it didn’t “gouge” him, just landed flat on his “flat” perfect hair.

	When Jessie looked up to bitch at her—he was greeted with quite a sight.  And then a confusing confounding sight.  Firstly, Kimmie had no panties.  It was a bare ass.  A bare sixteen year old ass.
	Secondly, there was something—something protruding from Kimmie’s ass that was not a turd.  He wasn’t sure for certain what the hell it was but there was something there.
	A dildo?
	How odd.  And irregular.  Did girls Kimberly’s age use dildos?  And if so, was it common practice to shove one into her butt?  He knew there was the use of dildos (and other objects) but never heard of a girl cramming one into her asshole.
	Was it stuck maybe?
	Jessie knew Kimberly was a strange to odd girl, very strange and very odd.  He never had sexual thoughts towards her; he had sexual thoughts towards family friend Donna Jo, teenage daughter of his best friend, Danny.  But no thoughts of any kind (sexual in nature) about Kimmie.
	Until now.
	Suddenly was Jessie aware of his hard-on.  Kimmie wiggled and enticed his cock all the more as she struggled to pull herself up into the air vent channel.  But it was too much of a struggle and Kimmie couldn’t negotiate the passage.  Jessie helped her down—his hands going up her bare legs as she slid down and when his hand came to her bare ass they freaked and she was dropped to the floor.
	It wasn’t a big drop but her legs went up and revealed her sex, and the small object with a “string” poking out of her hole.  It was captivating to say the least and Jessie couldn’t help but look.
	“Find something?” Kimmie asked.
	“Do you know,” Jessie said inquisitively inquiring, “that you’ve got something in your--”
	“My ass?  Yeah, I know.” And she blatantly leaned back her shoulders, pulled her legs back and pulled the object out.  It was a candle.  It was “soiled” was an 18-inch candle stick.
	Jessie was enthralled.
	“Why?”
	“Why not?” popped back Kimmie.  “I like it.”
	Jessie blinked his eyes in astonishment.  Kimmie added,
	“I cant get a guy to do me there so--”
	Jessie then noted the absence of “smooth” skin on the teen’s pussy.  She was NOT a virgin.  He guessed that Donna Jo, then, was probably not. 
	Probably.
	After the removal of the candle, Kimmie sat up, on her knees.  She was eye level with Jessie’s crotch.  Jessie had on some smart slacks, a dark teeshirt, and a sport’s jacket.  He was a snappy dresser, smelled good, and had a “bulge” in his trousers.
	Kimmie licked her lips then on her own—pressed her mouth to the outline bulge before her.
	At first, Jessie reacted as he should—with horror.  She was sixteen and what she was doing and what he was contemplating just couldn’t be.  But that lasted a trivial amount and as Kimmie worked her mouth on his bulge—who cares!
	Jessie moaned, stifled a fart, and ran his hands thru the girl’s strange mop of hair.  She was a red head and wore a diff style of dress (hair style) on almost a daily basis.  But it was soft in his hands and his cock grew.
	Kimmie pressed her mouth breathing hotly onto the bulge; her hands came up to undo his trousers and for a moment—minutely, Jessie froze and was apt to stop her.  He knew what it meant and could lead to and that just couldn’t be.  
	But it did be.
	Kimmie undone his leather belt and then the button to his slacks.  They fell away easily and Kimmie engulfed the man’s prick thru his tidy-whiteys.  She sucked and sucked it was amazing (to Jessie.)  He had never gotten a blowjob thru his underwear.  Kimmie’s hand went roaming, cupping his ass and then his balls.
	Then, before he knew, his tidy-whiteys were taken down and his full blown man sized cock was being “blown.”  Amazingly the young teen girl engulfed the whole of his schlong.  “Roufa elliniko kavli!” mouthed Jessie in his native Greek.  Kimmie either understood Greek or other, she took the man’s cock and SUCKED!
	“Gamao to stoma sou!” declared Jessie (fucking mouth basically.)
	Kimmie had a wondrous ability and sucked continuously, stirring that all too familiar feeling in his nads.
	“Thelo na sou gamiso!” it was a truer statement than any, “I want to fuck you!”
	“Pousos skabulos!” seethed Jessie.  And as if the amazing cocksucker understood, she pulled Jessie’s cock out of her mouth and began slapping it against her face!  Amazing!
	“Tha skiso to mouni sou otan tha se gamao!” another true statement, his cock WAS huge and if he managed to get into the girl’s pussy would surely “rip it apart.”

	Kimmie sucked and sucked and sucked and Jessie felt his juices flowing.  There was no stopping, no pulling out.  He kind of wanted to shoot his cum onto her face, he wanted to see that but once the jutting began that was it.  And Kimmie had a latch on his cock, too; she was determined to drain his prick and that was all there was to it.
	And Jessie didn’t mind at all.

	Grinning with a mouthful of a cum, and some managed onto her sweet face, Kimmie slipped off her top and shucked her skirt rendering her near nude.  No panties but a bra.  Odd girl, very odd.  Quickly she removed her bra and Jessie stared ogling her nice rack.
	“Oreo Visya!” Jessie said commenting on her tits, they were nice indeed.  Very nice.   Ok, they were small round orbs, but small round orbs of delight just the same and Jessie delighted in them—muchly if not greatly.
	Kimmie smiled, didn’t wipe of the cum spillage on her face and laid back on her clothes, opening her legs.
	Jessie’s cock though had just spurted suddenly throbbed and began to pulse hard.  A couple of strokes and he was ready for action again.  Off came his jacket shirt, and then the rest of his clothes.  Banging a sixteen year old had been a long time ago.
	First, though, muni (pussy).  Er, more rather, to munch muni.
	His cock throbbed and demanded attention, to snuggle inside some righteous teen pussy.  He thought of Donna Jo instantly, how long he had yearned to stab that girl’s cunt, asshole, and mouth.  There, too, was her sister, she was younger still and he had torrid thoughts of same about her!
	But fearing jailtime for jailbait kept him civil.
	Until now.
	Kimmie’s cunt was lightly trimmed, musty smelling, intoxicating.  Jessie made yummy sounds as his tongue flicked about the teen’s twat, his nose nuzzled her cunny, burrowing into the recess of her recess before his mouth engulfed the whole of her hole.
	The thrashing, the gyrating, the moaning prompted Jessie to munch harder the girl’s cunt, she bucked into his face and called out for him to fuck her.  Jessie planned on doing just that—like when he had cum off into her mouth, there was no stopping progress.
	“Thelo na sou gamiso!” said Jessie as he had munched all he could.
	“What did you say?” Kimmie asked.
	Jessie smiled looking up the girl’s body from her wondrous cunt,
	“I want to fuck you!” he repeated, in English.
	“Then what are you waiting for?” Kimmie replied.
	Jessie smiled, he had a beautiful smile; Kimmie’s cunt tingled and she couldn’t wait to get his sausage into her sex.  Jessie couldn’t wait, either.  He came slowly up her body, kissing her belly button then moving up to engulf her breasts.  To each nipple he nipped with his teeth, his throbbing cock pressing against her trembling cunt.  There was much ado about quaking and trembling, the pussy became more and more moist and on the verge of orgasmic explosions.
	“Kopela valto boutso sto mouni sou!”
	“What?”
	“Put my cock in your pussy!” Jessie smiled pressing his mouth to hers.  Kimmie parted her legs and made grabs for Jessie’s manhood.  Jessie’s “manhood”, though, was already expertly guiding way into its proper receptacle with little of Kimmie’s aid.  Self-guiding missile.
	There was almost an instant orgasm—from both parties as Jessie’s “poutsos” made entry.  “To moni sou einai poli sfihta!”
	Kimmie’s eyes were bright, glossed over; she smiled up asking with her eyes, “what the fuck did you say?”
	“You’ve got a tight pussy.” Jessie replied.
	This caused the young teen to blush and giggle.  Her pussy felt like it was peeing.  She was, instead, gushing cum, her own cum.  And lots of it.  Jessie was doing likewise but his cock was remaining nicely hard.  Lots of thrusting, pumping, gyrating, grinding soon ensued driving both lovers to a magnificent and glorious orgasm.  They shared the love knowing that it would never get any better.  Maybe.

	Stuck in the storeroom there was little else to do—but fuck.  Jessie and Kimmie had done that, and how!  A goodly rest followed, followed by recouping their energy with a little snack.  More imported soda pop, some imported potato chips and other assorted treats.  Nothing was said, what COULD be said—there was nothing to say—so they munched treats without saying anything.
	Then,
	“Sooooo, why the candle?”
	Kimmie shrugged, “I like it.” 
	Strange girl, very strange and very odd.
	“Thelo na su kseskiso tin kolotripida!”
	Kimmie stared at him, “you want to fuck my asshole?” she guessed.

	Good guess.  Moreover it was “I want to rip your asshole.” but the gist was there.  Kimmie “assumed” the position, doggie style, spread her legs and revealed herself.  Jessie took in the girl’s ass; hole, crack, and cunt all.  Lovely, simply fucking lovely.
	“Brumo mikri poutana.” Jessie commented as he glided his re-harden cock against the girl’s ass.  Dirty little whore.  He guessed she got humped a lot; well, she DID have a tight cunt so she didn’t whore around too much, but she sure as shit wasn’t a virgin!
	Kimmie’s hole was giving, not too much, but with just a little gruff the hole gave way and Jessie was making headway.  Gripping Kimmie’s hips Jessie made full anal penetration in with small short bursts of thrust.  Kimmie took it well, clenching some, twisting her body, and squeezing tightly her bung hole about Jessie cock that was indeed more pleasing than that of the discarded candlestick.

	Orgasm came three minutes later.  Both lovers were coated in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Their energies were totally spent and they together reeling in the deed they had done.  
	Until they heard noises from beyond the door.
	The front doors were open and the Club was open.  Young peoples were piling in, no one was at the cash register, no one at the bar, no one taking tickets.  Jessie desperately needed to get out of the store room.  Though his energy had been depleted (for a good cause) he dressed, Kimmie dressed and they began pounding on the iron door for help.
	Luckily no one had turned on the music, the DJ wasn’t in yet so the yells for help had been heard.  The teens called the fire department and Jessie with Kimmie were freed.  The door was propped open with the bouncer/security guard usually poised at the front door poised store room door.  Kimmie worked the bar, Jessie got the teens riled up with music of their choice.  He mingled and made rounds, took orders, and reeled continuously about what he had done with Kimmie in the store room.
	As the Club filled, Jessie helped out at the bar.  Moving behind Kimmie he brushed against her ass.  He lingered a moment, working his hand against her smooth bare ass, down her crack he found the candlestick neatly in place.
	Epilogue:  Being a weeknight the Club closed at midnight.  It took usually an hour to clean up.  Kimmie usually was supposed to be home, checking out at eleven.  

 	But she had a way and was a decent student at school, it was Wednesday and she was persistent in staying until closing and then clean up.  Jessie would give her a ride (on his motorcycle) home.  After cleaning up the two found themselves in Jessie’s office; the candle out of Kimmie’s ass replaced by Jessie’s cock.  
	It was 1:45 by the time Jessie got Kimmie home.  Jessie tooled on home (which was not far from Kimmie’s or Donna’s.)  Kimmie sloughed her way to her room, collapsing onto her bed exhausted.  ‘what a day!’ she exclaimed to herself.  She wondered how Donna was; ‘probably some lame stuff with her family.’ The Tanners were kind of dull, boring, non-exciting.  Mostly that was the head honcho, Danny.  He was a clean freak, non-exciting, non-adventurous.  He did a fair job of raising Donna and her sister, Stephanie, ok and well enough, but they led an unexciting life.

*

Ahm!
	She wasn’t really late-late, just a little overdue.  That was enough to get a chastising (bitching) from her clean-freak straight laced Dad.  Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time—or the last.  Her pussy ached, her asshole ached, and she needed a shower in spite of having one at her friend’s.
	No one was downstairs, not in the living room, den, kitchen, bathroom, or outside in the backyard.  Stephanie was supposedly at a party, a sex party.  It wasn’t too late so her Dad should be up still, in his room cleaning or thinking of cleaning.
	Masturbating?
	Naw.  Not him.  He was too straight laced.  But maybe!  Donna thought of her straight laced Daddy—often.  For some insane reason, she thought of him smacking her ass with his cock!  She thought of him squirting his love cream onto her face, her tits, and then all over—coating her.  She wanted to suck his ball and watch him fuck her sister, Stephanie.
	It was insane.
	And more insane was when she opened the door to her bedroom she shared with sister Stephanie.  It was mind boggling and overwhelming if not perplexing.  On the bed was sister Stephanie, naked.  Her bare ass was reddened suggesting a possible ass beating.  
	Daddy Danny was naked, too, with CUM dripping from his piss slit.
	Donna shook her head to clear it, “What the fu--?” she exclaimed.
	Her Daddy shot her a glaring look, “Watch that mouth, missy!”

	Stephanie rolled over somewhat, grinning to her befuddled sister.
	Donna had to take a moment to figure it out.  But still, ‘what the fu--?’
	Afterwards it was short and sweet.  Donna came into the bedroom, still in shock.  Whether or not her Daddy told her, her sister, or “something other” she stripped off her clothes one article at a time (again for the third time that day.)
	She stood up straight for her Daddy’s approval, or perusal if you may.  And he did peruse, looking his teen girl all over with approving lust.  His cock that had been lambasting daughter Stephanie began to strengthen.  Donna, still mystified and stupefied moved closer, dropping to her knees…
	The “taste” of her Daddy’s dong in her mouth wasn’t bad, a little appalling and a little overwhelming, but she took it and loved it.  A dream cum true.  All the way in—all of it.  She slurped a little and tasted what she thought was probably her sister’s cunt juices.  While sucking, she looked to her sister who remained on her stomach; she rubbed her ass then pulled the cheeks open revealing to Donna her hole, her cum coated hole.
	Donna sucked.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Danny stood in mesmerized merriment.  His mind reeled as his teenage daughter took his cock to new heights of sexual bliss.  There were moans of glee as every inch was buried into her cocksucking mouth; she fondled his balls as she sucked (“expertly” he minded.)
	Then, before he knew it, cum was spurting from his dick filling his teenage daughter’s mouth.  There was so much of it!  So much that it spilled out the corners of her mouth.  Donna, though, continued sucking—sucking the very life out of his pud, swallowing and gulping all the while.
	Finally she pulled back and Danny’s cock was all limp squirting some remaining testicle juice onto her very lovely teenage titties.  Donna rubbed her Daddy’s dick onto her face.
	“You seem to know what you’re doing.” Danny stated.
	Donna could only grin, shrug, and blush.
	“You’ve done this before?”
	Again, a grin and a shrug was her answer.
	“I think you’ve been a naughty-naughty girl (and how!).” Danny stated flatly, Donna wasn’t sure what was up but it couldn’t be good.  
	Well, in a way—depended on how you look it at, your perspective.
	Laying on the bed against her sister, Donna giggled, suppressed her giggle and received her Daddy’s punishment for her preknowledge of how to give head.  The first part of the punishment was, of course, spanking.  It came in two parts—hand spanking was first.

	The last time she had received a spanking?  About six or so, the reason she couldn’t remember.  Donna DID remember Daddy was pissed and he jerked her little shorts down and then her kiddie panties and gave her a righteous spanking.
	Another spanking came when she was about eight, bad banned language.  No bare assed spanking that time, she was in jeans and got laid across his lap.  It still hurt—and tingled her pussy, too!
	Now she was sixteen.  Sixteen!  Getting a spanking at that age was unheard of.  At first her Daddy just caressed his hand about her ass, patting the cheeks, squeezing.  Then he let fly a little sharp smack—one to each cheek before lauding a more stiffer smack.
	Donna’s ass began to sting as the reign of smacks increased in deliverance.  Her pussy was quaking, moist, and in a bad way in need of a dicking.  Parting her legs, raising her hips she let her Daddy have a go at her cunny.
	Danny did pause to look/examine his daughter’s cunny, a long hard hard-on induced look.  She was NOT a virgin.  His fingers went to her furry moist snatch; rubbing the meat, fingering—fingering—fingering until the moment of pure overwhelming ecstasy began to surge and prompt him to move on.
	And so he did.  
	Donna spread her legs a bit more, her ass opening more.  Daddy Danny settled up against his teen daughter’s ass, schlepping his schlong against her flesh, down between her legs and like he had just done unto daughter number two—began to smack her ass with his cock.
	Donna slipped her fingers to her cunt friggin’ her hot box to glorious moments of juiced pleasure.  Daddy Danny increased his tempo, smacking as hard as he could the girl’s ass, then dragging it up and down her quivering quim before driving it into her sex.
	There was resistance from the get go, and that was good.  But then the sex gave way and invited Danny’s dong in.  Gripping her hips he just began plunging in—just like he had done so with Stephanie.  Stephanie had turned to lay on her side, giggling, blushing, and fingering herself.  She had lovely long silky blond hair, a fresh face, and lovely perky smallish round breasts.  
	Amazingly, all of Danny’s adult dong was IN Donna Jo’s cunt.  It was a tight fit.  Once he was seated, he paused, still caressing her ass.  Then, he began to withdraw until he was almost all the way out—then, he plunged back in.  The repeated steps increased thrusting power and soon his balls were slapping and there was a squishy sound to fill the stillness of the room.

*

and now something for Halloween
 	“On a dark but not so stormy night, on a street named not Elm but Heartless Way.  The hour was dark, the trees were swaying with the sudden breezes that brought the slight smell of rotten disgust from the nearby foundry.  The (oil) tank farm and production plant nearby also added to the ambience that was seasonal and festive.
	On the street there were a mass of pirates, ghouls, goblins, gangsters, ghosts, and zombies.  All in the pursuit of pure happiness—in the form of handfuls of free candy.  A Witch, A Lion, a Gangster, and a Pirate made their way casually along with their treat bags already mostly full.
	“I think we should go home and dump this load and then go out for more!” suggested the Witch.
	The Lion thought it a good idea, too.
	The Gangster wanted to “hit” a couple of more places real quick saying, “I think the Andersons are handing out money again this year.”
	The group made way down Heartless to the corner park area.  The cross street was Ambling Way.  Across it was a small neighborhood of smaller older homes built back in the 1940s.  A railroad was at the end of the block, then the foundry and tank farm beyond.  At the end of Ambling Way was a small clutch of small businesses; gas station, hair salon/barber shop, pet store, grocery store, and coffee shop.  All alone on a small lot at Ambling and Digger Main was an abandoned shop.
	“The Mystery Hut.”
	It was closed up, an eye sore.  But no one dared venture within or do anything to it.  Why was something of a mystery.  City fathers said it was tied up in legal woes.  It once was a business in the business of selling novelties, knick-knacks, oddities, and the like.  Old tymey toys of yesteryear.  All sorts of “odd” things were to be found in the shelves of the Hut, and the proprietor, Mason Givoni was just as “odd” as was his shop.
	The seasonal holidays were always a boon for the oddity Hut, Christmas was the most with incredible finds of toys from when toys were first made (for Christmas)!  Spring and there were St. Patrick dolls, pots, books, music, and all manners of such things related to St. Pat and Ireland.  Easter had its share on the shelves and bins, too.  Father’s Day, Mother’s Day came along, the 4rth of July was a big time for the Hut to prosper.
	But it was Halloween that really made shop on the corner busy.

	Tricks and Treats, Masks, Costumes, Props, and all manners of incredible excitement filled the air.  Mr. G added to the ambience with his wigged out manner of dress, speech, mannerisms, and tall tales.  With virtually every purchase there was tale to be told about the item sold.  Mr. Givoni was an old Italian.  He often resembled that of Albert Einstein; he was short in stature, wore funky old style clothing, smelled a bit “funny” at times, too.  But he was likeable and always had the best prices.
	Many of Givoni’s items came from afar, abroad, and way the hell over there.  One item came into his shop one day that should have not.  It came in a box, a plain box with no absolute Sender; from Marrakesh with some undecipherable address.  The “TO:” address was a little elusive, too; simply addressed as “THE HUT” with the Street given but no specific numbered address to narrow it down.  Of course, everyone in town knew there was only one Hut, especially on Ambling Way.
	Inside the package—well, only Mr. Givoni’s knew that.  He was very secretive about it and quickly hid “whatever” the box had contained into a back room of his shop.  He never spoke of it and no one asked.
	Now, at this time there were typical things going on in town, just like in all other towns; related to EMAD use; peoples delving into macabre subjects best left alone (to professionals); and typical crimes of this and that.  But around the beginning of Fall, in the mystery that was Halloween, strange things began to occur in the burg.
	Strange things?
	Aye.
	Like?
	Some peoples in the area just “diss-a-fucking-peared.”
	Some peoples in the area (of the Hut) went nuts and went on a killing spree—murdering their family and friends.  Not too much of an uncommon occurrence, save for the fact that the Subject was clad in a Halloweeny costume at the time of the murders.  One such incidence was Harvey Guste, middle aged man who was a carpenter by trade, had his own business; went to church regularly, and had a fine family of three.
	On the following morning after Halloween local police were called to the Guste house after neighbors reported seeing Harvey waltzing around in a cloak with a pumpkin on his head—similar to Headless Horseman story.
	When the police arrived they found Mr. Guste with a carpenter’s knife in hand, a blood smeared carpenter’s knife.  After shooting Mr. Guste on his porch, the police found his family inside hacked to death.  Their spines had been severed using the knife to “break” the spine, slash the throats, and so on.
	When the police examined Mr. Guste they were horrified to find that the pumpkin was real, it was mushy and smelled horrific and filled with maggots.  And furthermore, Mr. Guste’s head was missing!
	Missing?
	Aye.  It was GONE, like severed cleanly from his shoulders.  Bits of human flesh, an eyeball, and some teeth were found inside the large pumpkin.  There were so much disgust, rot, the examining doctors thought it best to seal the “head” and burn it in fear of spreading disease.
	That was Mr. Guste; there were others.
	After a time there was a theme developed; all the Subjects had some sort of adornment related to Halloween.  A mask, cloak, wig, something in a costumey like manner of wear.  And though lo there were places aplenty that sold Halloween costumes, the most favored was the Mystery Hut.  Police made many visits to the Hut, questioned the old Italian and took many boxes of “evidence” to be scrutinized by the best the office of investigations could afford.
	The Hut began to suffer as a result, sales and popularity were down.  Old Mr. Givoni began to become reclusive.  At length he hired help, a man who seemed down on his luck and in need of employment.  Unbeknownst to Mr. G the man was fresh out of prison.  
	The next thing that happened was Mr. Givoni was “dead.”
	Dead?
	Yep—dead.  Police made their investigation and as far as the public knew he had died of Natural Causes.  But that was not quite right actually.  Actually, the police found Mr. Givoni in his bed—which was a room attached to the Hut.  According to records, Mr. Givoni was supposedly in his late 60s.  The man in the bed the police found was in his 90s.  His face was horrible disfigured by the ravages of time (or something.)  His body was frail and withered; and then there was a horrible horrific smell like a body rotting away under a house.  
	A police officer investigating made a side note on his report—which was never filed.  “detect the smell of pumpkin, burnt pumpkin.”   
	No charges were brought against the employee and he soon left—never to be seen again.  The Hut closed, was closed and boarded up, and that was that.
	Not quite.
	Every year (around Halloween of course) mysterious things still occurred.  
	Like?
	Gory pumpkins found on doorsteps of people’s homes.
	A blood smeared carpenter’s knife found in mailboxes.
	Some missing teens who were walking with their friends one minute, then “missing” unexplained the next.  There, too, were “sightings” of *gulp* a headless man wandering the woods surrounding the town, moaning and speaking in a strange language.
	And always in the air was the scent of rotting pumpkins!

	The Anderson’s WERE handing out money again this seasonal albeit spooky holiday, five whole dollars!  They were a peculiar pair, vegetarians, and weren’t keen on candy treats, so they handed out five dollar bills to early treaters.  This lasted for about the first two dozen visitors.  After that, the door was shut and the light turned off.
	The Witch in company of her friends, a Gangster, a Lion, and a wee Pirate made their way noting the small gaggle of Ballarinas, goofy clowns, Martians, and even the current President already vying for the “green” treats.
	“Go on, Scottie.” said the Witch to the Pirate.
	“Hey,” said the Gangster, “I want some, too!”  And in spite of his best friend’s “witchy” mask, he knew she was giving him that look.
	“Man, what a rip,” he bitched, “this crumb crunchers get all the breaks!”
	“How many years did YOU get a five dollar bill?” continued the Witch.
	The Gangster made his shoulders shuffle inside his pristine three-piece Al Capone suit, “that aint the point, sista!”
	The young Pirate scurried off to join the others assembled on the small porch with eager hands stretched out to the pair of oddities handing out cash.
	“We should go home and drop off this loot,” said the Gangster, thirteen year old Amos Greene.
	“Yeah,” said the Witch, “we still gots lots of time!” she seemed elated if not excited.
	“You just want to meet Steve!” chided her friend, the Lion aka Carly Beth.
	“Do not!” bitched back angrily Kate.
	“What’s Steve-a-rino coming as this year?” the Gangster aka Amos asked.
	“Don’t know,” Carly Beth said, “he said it was going to be great and like nothing before.”
	A headless Marie Antoinette ran by making for the Anderson’s porch, Kate’s little brother, the Pirate scampered back making a gleeful return.  In his hand he clutched a fresh new five dollar bill.
	The group made for their homes, dropping off their “loot” and then continuing on having at least two more hours before their parents began to gripe.  Crossing Gimp Way the kids merged to the next block seeing a few trees hit by rolls and rolls of toilet paper; several cars carelessly parked at the curb had been hit with eggs; so had several windows and doors of homes along the way.
	“I see the Berk gang is active.” chided Kate.
	“Man,” said Amos, “one of these someone’s going to shoot them for stuff like this.”
	“Yeah, they go too far sometimes.” Added Carly Beth.
	Suddenly as they made their way a horrendous scarecrow jumped out from the bushes at the Coleman home.
	Kate and Amos jumped, Scottie clung to his sister and Kate was unmoved.  “Not funny, Steve.” she bitched.
	“Aw, you were got, I know it.” the Scarecrow aka Steve White complained.
	“Not in the least.” Replied flatly and determinately Kate.
	“How long you been out?” Gangster Amos asked.
	“Not long, had to get this!” the Scarecrow boasted big about his get-up; as far as scarecrow outfit go, Steve White’s was indeed quite awesome.  Not the typical outfit to adorn some farmer’s field, Steve White’s outfit was a little on the grotesque side, dead crows, headless crows adorned the outside of the ragged tan and yellow cloak; straw and fluff were at all openings, a bloodied pitchfork accompanied the outfit.  It was a horrible thing and Steve was proud of it.
	“Where the hell did you get that thing?” Carly Beth the Lion asked.
	“Aint it rad!?” said a proud Steve.
	“It’s the bomb!” chirped little eight year old Scottie.
	“You look good, too, me matey!”
	“Argh!” growled the little boy.
	“I’ve spent so much time with this I haven’t had time to do much looting.  How’s you guys making out?”
	“We’ve already made a deposit at home.” Supplied Kate the Witch.
	“Damn!” chirped Steve.
	“Damn!” repeated Scottie.
	Thru her mask Steve got the same look given to Amos earlier.

	With all twelve houses on Heartless taken care of the kids crossed Peekaboo Lane.  Heartless Way only went so far and deadended to a cul-de-sac.  The kids turned left onto Peekaboo before entering the cul-de-sac.
	“Let’s not go too far here.” warned cautiously Carly Beth.
	“Why not?” asked Steve.
	Another look was shot to Steve, “What’s at the end of this street?”
	Ambling.
	Most the homes and small businesses on Ambling had been abandoned.  The entire street stretching four blocks either way just was “creepy.”  A sort of peculiar gloom existed there, especially centralized around the long abandoned Mystery Hut.
	The railroad had a spur there nearby, just across the 4-lane road way; an industrial park was just beyond.  One night, Halloween Eve to be specific, a train just traveling at slow speed derailed.  The tanker cars it had been hauling toppled with one spilling its load of fresh hot oil.  The engineer was killed as he apparently slipped in the gooey mess he tried to contain.  Another trainman was killed in the wreck, losing his head.  His body soaked in oil was found but not his head.  Where his head went to was never found and remained a mystery…
	“Well,” said Steve, “let’s cut across the park and hit Bumphry and then back towards home.”
	“Yeah, sounds good,” Kate said, “that should take us to the time we need to be home.”
	The group started their trek across Bingham Park.

	Both the Scarecrow and Gangster had a thing for the Witch and Lion, mostly the Lion.  Both girls were—ok, fuckable.  They were cute, had appealing looks, were smart, active (sports wise) and both had fantastic butts!  Neither Scarecrow (Steve White) or the Gangster (Amos Greene) were getting anywhere CLOSE to being close to the girls.  They were friends, just friends.
	Steve felt that he was maybe a little closer to Kate while Amos felt closer to Kate.  They all grew up together and there was nothing more developing than the girls’ breasts.  The boys lustful desires were somewhat curbed by the knowing that their relationship was purely platonic.
	Oh well.
	As they crossed thru kinda spooky Bingham Park making the short cut, Steve “the Scarecrow” White lusted heavily for Kate.  Heavily.  Often did he beat off thinking of her; the closest he had seen of her in a sexual way was in her bathing suit.

	But he settled for beating off rather than earnestly pursuing the girl.  There were other girls, almost girlfriends, that he hung with and went out with on a so-so basis.  He was just thirteen and dating wasn’t too much in his plans.  Girls were pretty, they satisfied the lustful need of man and were kind of alright to talk to.  Kate was smart and helped him out on some of his exams, the preparation of.  
	He liked her.  He really-really liked her and he knew that if he tried any funny stuff, made a move on her, she wouldn’t like-like him back.  There was no intention of spoiling what he had going with her—although he didn’t really have anything going with her but it was for future potential.
	His costume was a hoot, part of it he had put together himself, the rest he had “acquired” elsewhere.  It was a time consuming outfit to put together and at first had made him itchy and regretting putting the cumbersome thing on.  But then, afterwards it seemed to “just fit.”
	He figured that his friends had already gone out and were somewhere in the area, probably still on Heartless.  He knew Kate would be in her witch outfit, Carly Beth in her lion outfit, and Amos would be in his gangster outfit.  There were many Witches, Lions, and Gangsters palling around together so spotting them on the wide streets and lots was fairly easy.
	The need to scare them filled him greatly and he knew that they would probably head down Heartless, ditch the cul-de-sac and head left or right on Peekaboo.  Carly Beth was superstitious and would go anywhere near Ambling so it would probably be Right for them.
	Luckily he saw them as they passed thru the Berk gang area—the Berk gang was headed by Joshua Berk, a feisty twelve year old who had two of his brothers in his “gang” of misfits, with a couple of flunkies, too.  They were mischievous to the point of annoying, pranksters, and small time vandals.
	Upon seeing his friends cross the street to hit the Bagwells home adjacent to the park, Steve hid in the bushes to ambush them.  His cock was hard, very hard, damn hard.  He thought of Kate, Carly Beth, and then a few other girls in his social group.
	A few girls beyond his social group, too.  Darlene McConnel and Charlotte Shane were nice, real nice.  They were fifteen and lived on his block just some house down from him.  He saw them in their skimpy swimsuits and short-shorts and often beat his meat thinking of them.
	He beat off thinking of Jessica Scholms, Tara Lane, and Debra Billings; Jessica was a sweet little girl nigh but ten years old!  Tara was eleven and Jessica was almost ten.  Almost.  All three girls were hot!
	And young.

	On his way to the park he happened by the Voorman home.  Noah Voorman lived there, retired, raising his young granddaughters and grandson.  Steve didn’t socially interact with the Voorman’s, he knew them but not too much.  Sneaking thru their open yard to make the alley then scoot to a select chosen spot to lay in wait and scare his friends he passed by a rear bedroom window.
	There was open space between the Voorman house and the Taylors.  The backyard was fenced off but there was a small narrow space between the Voorman fence and the Taylor’s chain link backyard fence.  In the Voorman’s backyard was a miniature version of a fishing boat old man Noah used in his fishing days.  It was a diff version of a playfort for his grandchildren and their friends.
	Steve didn’t know if there was a Misses Voorman or not.
	Just curious he peeked into the grimey window.
	Curiosity kept him planted in the overgrown grass alongside the house, he found an old pail to stand on and he got an eye opener as within the room that was guesstimated to be the old man’s den or something young granddaughter Karra.
	Karra was ten.
	Karra was in trouble.
	What sort, or what she had done was not known to Steve.  She stood at her grandfather’s side a couple feet distant clad in well worn bib overalls with little pink flowers and embroidered patches all over.  She also wore a think off-pink knit top.
	For ten, Karra wasn’t bad looking, she’d be pretty hot when she grew up a little.  Silky dark hair she had down to her shoulders; she seemed mostly serious even during play; and was basically flat chested.  
	There was a head nod from Grandpa Noah, he usually wore the typical seaman’s cap, clean shaven, not too tall, not in bad shape, and was friendly to anyone he met.  Steve had met him a few times, at one time Steve had delivered papers and Mr. Noah always greeted him warmly.
	After the head nod, Karra undone the brass buttons holding up the “bib” part of her overall outfit.  It fell down and she pushed it down to stand in her blue panties and off-pink top.  Steve’s attention was well grasped.
	Down across the Grandpa’s lap she went, Steve had no choice but to haul out his meat stick and get to whackin’.   He stroked slowly as his eyes feasted on the girl’s ass, oh what a lovely sight it was!  And then, Noah commenced to caressing that lovely ass, patting it and making small circles all over.

	Steve knew he was going to blow his load onto the white siding of the house, but it sure would feel good.  He fondled his balls and continued to watch as Noah did then slip his fingers inside Karra’s underwear, continued to make small circles, then pulled the panties down.
	Steve nearly fell off of the pail.
	It was hard to see, though, thru the grimy window, and the angle he was at was not the best; but he saw Karra’s ass, he saw Karra’s BARE ass, her panties at her knees and her bare ass.  Noah continued to make circles and small pats.
	Then he let fly a spank.
	A harsh spank.  
 	After, all, it was punishment.
	Karra jumped, her little ass tightened, and was smacked again—followed by small circles then clenching of the cheeks.  Steve bitched that he couldn’t rightly see the girl’s crack—he so much wanted to.  To see her “hole”, her crack, and especially her cunt—OH!
	More smacking, two more smackings, then the girl was stood up.  She rubbed her ass and had an apparently good talking to by her Grandpa.  Karra rubbed her blistered butt and Steve blew his wad onto the side of the house.

	Too bad Steve didn’t slow stroke his teen bone and wait ‘cause he missed the “finale”.  After Steve finished creaming he zipped up and fled the scene.  Meanwhile, inside the old fisherman’s house Grandpa Noah hefted his ten year old granddaughter up onto his desk.  Then, after working her overalls and panties off her feet he undone his own pants and down they went.  
	Karra said nothing, did nothing.
	Noah stroked his Moby Dick, this after shucking his boxers and fully exposing himself.  After a couple of strong strokes he gently pushed Karra down, opened her legs and dragged the head of his manhood against her delicate poon.
	Then he moved down to his knees.  His face went into the girl’s sex and he began licking, sucking, nipping, eating.  His fingers worked the girl’s pussy, too; other fingers plunged into her asshole and sodomized her righteously until such a time as when his cock demanded earnest attention.
	Karra did nothing but move her head listlessly, bite into her lower lip, squinch up her face and make other facial expressions dictating some displeasure.  There was a brief respite as her Grandpa halted his attention to her cunny—but it was only briefly.

	Smacking his lips and gleaming the old man stood.  There was a pause before the finale to Karra.  A stroke to his manly manhood; he gouged the girl’s nice-nice pussy, pushing the head into the ten year old’s entrance, then simply going up and down—up and down—up and down until finally he began penetrating.
	Karra gripped the edge of the desk and endured.  Noah slid near effortlessly into the girl’s sex, pausing a time or two before going ahead to get half of his schlong into her—then he began to pump.
	Thrashing her head side to side the little girl suffered the indignity.  Her Grandpa pushed up her shirt to free her bra-less breasts.  His cock continued to pulse and pump inching a little more of shaft into her sex.  
	There was no “speed” involved in the pumping, just slow methodic pumpings, his balls didn’t slap and he barely worked up a sweat.  Karra continued to grimace at the mighty presence of her Grandpa’s manhood in her body; and there were telltale signs of something more on her face.  In between the grimaces there were signs of pleasure—Grandpa’s cock was tantalizing her and inciting her sex to a fire!
	But it was short lived on two fronts:  Grandpa came and didn’t incite long enough Karra’s sex.  A great gusher load of “load” squirted into Karra’s cunt, it was the only time Noah did speed up and have his balls slap and make noise bringing his body to a sweat stage.  Very nearly ALL of his cock was in the girl’s pussy!
	Gobs and gobs of cum spilled out of Karra’s trench; no blood—Grandpa Noah’s cock had been there before.  He continued to pump, slowly, stretching and straining his cock with yet more gobs of pent up cum filling the child’s interior.  He gave a mighty sigh, a fart, a groan, and then eased out.  His gangly cock rested on her sex continuing to pump and squirt juices.
	At length the deed was done.  Noah stumbled back on wobbly legs, cum still squirting.  He sat down in his big wooden wing chair out of breath and energy.  Karra sat up, fingered her pussy, then scooted off of the desk.  She pulled up her clothes and left the room.
	Steve missed it all…