August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Nine
And so the adventure continues II

There is no greater joy than soaring high on the wings of your dreams; except maybe the joy of watching a dreamer stumble and fall into an open septic tank

	On the 6th day she stumbled out of the woods to the staging area; five families were there to see her—cave explorers, hikers, white water rafters, balloonists, and people from as young as five to as old as seventy.  All saw a naked teenager come out of the woods alone, naked, and very fucked up.
	For years, Kandy Kopper was never quite able to spill what had happened and it was a hell of a mystery to those around her.  It was obvious that she had been raped and tortured but what the hell had happened to the poachers?  Their bodes were mangled—in no way could a girl like Kandy do such a thing.
	And sadly, brother Kurtis didn’t survive the ordeal.
	All of the poachers showed signs of being sodomized—roughly.  One of the men even had the tip of his penis bitten off!  Kandy recalled that incident (but continued to keep it to herself); poacher Jessie had shoved his fuck stick into her mouth once-twice-three time, cumming off at the last.  The he humped her face having her suck his balls while he did so.  Around her the other poachers roared as the act took place; Kandy sat on her brother’s face—his legs were pinned under her arms and one of the other poachers was sodomizing him.
	After some more whiskey and a joint—head poacher Jessie shoved his meat back into Kandy’s mouth again.  This time, though, Kandy gave him a new thrill—she latched onto the head and with her teeth snipped the tip.  She spat the beheaded member into the fire and Jessie went dancing around going crazy shouting “Bitch bit me!” but it was unclear to his fellow poachers that she had bit his dick off—so they continued to roar and carry on unawares of the actual peril their friend was in.
	Further confounding the investigators who came later afterwards was the unusual hairs found on the body of Kurtis.  He had been also sodomized roughly by some “unknown” but not beaten and broken like the others.

	August didn’t know if the woman would bite HIS dick off but he thought it best not to tempt fate and merely fucked her beleaguered pussy.  Kandy slung her head about, breathed hard, and began to slip into that world of delirium (again.)
	Finishing up with Kandy, August pulled free then stood at the sink washing up.  He found Elizabeth checking him, or simply looking at him.  The girl had both a face of curiosity as well as concern.
	Squatting before the naked girl he offered a smile, “Don’t worry, hon,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”  ‘going to fuck you, but not hurt you.’
	After his wash and freshening up he got comfy on the bench seat.  Beside him lay the confined ranger in delirium—hands behind her cuffed with her feet behind her tied by rope secured to the handcuffs; and a metal flashlight shoved into her asshole.
	On the other side of him—Beth Cosworth sat naked with her clothes at her ankles.  Alice Blyne lay on the other side of Kandy.  Both those girls were still, quiet—mindless.
	Laying down, getting comfy, Auggie nodded to Elizabeth who strangely was “willing”—so long as she wasn’t hurt.  The girl came to Auggie—her pretty eyes focused on the man’s johnson; Auggie focused on the girl’s nakedness.  He truly loved girls who were naked—and young.  Elizabeth wasn’t as skinny as he had first thought—for her age she was actually about right.  Not hair one was on her lovely pussy her horny brother, Dillon, liked to hump on.
	A little timid but still willing, Elizabeth climbed onto the naked man with some trepidation.  Auggie caressed her ass and positioned her on his prong.  More caressing and then with a steady grip on her ass he began to move the girl up and down.  As they sorta-kinda got into it—Aug wondered casually—where the fuck was Kandy’s partner?

Kandy’s partner
	Kandy’s partner was having a stroke—no, the other one.  His attention was full on the supposed nun, Sister Suzie, and the two naked children in her care.  Far from the prying eyes (she thought) Sister Suzie slaked surreptitiously two youngsters.  The girl, nine year old Stephanie, lay out nakedly with her legs open while the boy, nine year old Lonnie, lay on top of her wiggling.  He was supposed to be humping but he liked to wiggle instead.
	Sister Suze was nude, too.

	Ranger Soakem stroked his schlong steadily watching sneakingly the group carry on—but what was he stroking off about?  The nude nun, the nude kids, the nude act, the nude girl, or the nude boy?  Sister Suze caressed the boy’s bare bottom—and fingered herself while she did so.  The girl giggled and the boy continued to wiggle but eventually began to hump.  His little puddling, though, wasn’t exactly IN the girl but close counts.
	After some minutes of humping, the boy sat up.  Sister Suzie fondled the boy’s pud before laying down herself.  With her legs parted the boy wasted no time crawling into place on her.  The young woman placed her hands onto the boy’s bum and helped him better into position.  Thereafter the natural instinct took over and the boy—already prior school—began to fuck.
	Ranger Soakem stood quietly unseen watching, masturbating.  He wasn’t in the proper angle of the dangle to see if the little boy was actually IN the woman but it sure seemed so.  It was enough just to see the three naked; the woman, a young novice nun, stark naked with a little nine year old boy nakedly on top of her making strides of “making love” and the little naked nine year old girl coming to sit on the woman’s face to be licked out.
	Soakem couldn’t stand it any more and made his presence known.
	“Hi there!” he said in greeting.
	The kids were startled—Sister Susan was a little more than startled.
	But with Ranger Soakem stroking—Susan was confused.
	With her hands on Lonnie’s young ass she squeezed—the young ranger with a blatant hard-on locked eyes.  Susan laid back down and continued her antics.  Soakem got closer, on his knees right up alongside the naughty-naughty nun.  The naughty-naughty nun took holt of the ranger’s dick and took over stroking it.  The ranger was pleased; his dark eyes roamed from the naked nun’s breasts, the young boy and the young girl.  He didn’t know where to settle and was somewhat embarrassed.  But the nun—the nun was oh-so naughty and unashamedly engaged in extreme naughtiness with the children.
	Then, the little girl, Stephanie, returned to Sister Suzie’s face and after settling, wiggling, she leaned to port and took over handling the ranger’s cock.  Suzie fondled his balls, drove her tongue into the girl’s cunt, caressed continuously Lonnie’s pumping ass, and watched with a Devil’s eye as the man reeled in the handjob.

	The man melted as the young girl handling his cock went from “handling his cock” to sucking it.  The head of his cock disappeared nicely into her young mouth followed by a bit of shaft.  Ranger Soakem worked his pelvis back and forth reeling in pure joy and amazement as the girl slowly engulfed his cock—taking it into her mouth like a snake devouring its prey.
	Nothing was said.  Not a word!
	Little Stephanie sucked and sucked and sucked and then sucked some more finally getting a mouthful of jiz minutes later for her efforts.  The young ranger made some sort of sound indicating extreme pleasure.  Stephanie spat out the goo in her mouth, giggled, and peed a little on Suzie’s face.

	With Stephanie laying down, legs open, fingering herself, the ranger gave no worry to time and took position on the naughty nun driving his cock that had the barest of time to recover.  But with the little girl nakedly laid out exposing herself to him and the nun sucking on the little boy—Ranger Soakem got wood.
	With slow deliberation he slid himself in and out; for a minute or so he was focused on the little girl fingering herself.  His face contorted oddly and he seemed to have a great want revealed thereon.  Then he re-focused on the nun sucking on Lonnie and began to drive his dick harder and harder.
	And at length, close towards cumming off in the nun’s nookie, Lonnie was repositioned—on the woman’s face he was turned to face the ranger; then, with his nuggets in Suzie’s mouth the ranger went down on the boy and sucked him!
	As the orgasm from Jim came—Suzie came, too.
	Jim came and came and came—pulled out and came some more.  For half a minute he humped the nun’s snatch trench then moved up with the intention to give the woman a titty-fuck.  The woman, however, changed that intention by turning her young charge over, keeping his testicle sac in her mouth and spreading the boy’s ass.
	Jim paused briefly, locked eyes on Lonnie’s hole then moved up and squirted the remainder of his spunk on it.  He tried to poke the hole but his cock was already tried and true and strength to poke had long since left it.  But trying was ok…
	With his hands on the young boy’s hips he humped the boy’s ass, steadily trying to poke INTO the hole but unable to—so he slapped the boy’s ass with his cock and found some joy in doing so.  At length, though, he sat back a little exhausted—and watched as the little girl came up and LICKED THE BOY’S HOLE CLEAN!

	Can we say SPOING!?
	Can we say BOING
 	Can we say SPROING-BOING!?
	Thought you could.
	Ranger Jim Soakem had serious wood and after watching the little girl, Stephanie, lick completely clean Lonnie Nadden’s cum strewn asshole, she lay down with her legs open again, fingering herself again.  What was a horny naughty guy to do?  
	While Jim licked out the girl’s cunt—little Lonnie once more fucked the nun.  Jim was absolutely beside himself as his secret in-the-closet desires came to be.  He had always wanted to lick out a young girl; he had always wanted to poke a young boy.  It was just one of those things that he couldn’t out and out do—it was illegal, immoral, and he rather liked his freedom.
	All over Stephanie’s cunt he licked and licked; his tongue darted into her young slit tongue-fucking.  Stephanie giggled, peed, and squirmed all about—it was just as thrilling for her as it was for the one licking her.  Then, after much licking and nipping there was no stopping the other…
	Lonnie, of course, HAD fucked the young girl; Jim’s expert eye detailed that the nine year old girl was no virgin.  She wasn’t a slut but she had been fucked more than once.  However, that “fucked” was by dick pretty close to her own age.  Jim was thirty-two years old—his dick was much bigger than the young boys Stephanie had been taking on.  Regardless, Jim glided his prick against the tender trench and as he did so—
	Sister Suzie fondled his balls between his legs.
	The other hand of Sister Suzie caressed his thighs, ass, then gripped his manhood easing the head into the girl’s cunt.  Stephanie lay twisting, giggling, and generally carrying on as steadily the man’s cock invaded her lovely pussy.
	With extreme concentration did Jim ease into the girl—he didn’t want to hurt her (just fuck her!)  He was guided on by Sister Suzie’s hand.  The sun beat down on his bare skin burning it a little but he didn’t care—all that mattered was getting his prick into the girl far enough to excite pleasure.
	The little girl with a beautiful child-like face (‘cause she was) smiled at him but also revealed a little discomfort at the ranger’s intrusion into her body.  Her hair was full of leaves, some dirt, and curls.  Jim had half of his manhood into her body; Suzie caressed his ass egging him on and on.  Jim, however, needed not much in the egging.  Once most of his dick was in he settled into concentration of pumping.

	Minutes later and he squirted.  The sensation was mind blowing.  He had been having sex off and on thru the years since he was twelve; but cumming off in the nine year was beyond comprehension.  The feeling of release went off the scale and he shuddered.
	He had “shuddered” before but this time it was way different.
	With the initial orgasm, Jim managed to ease his cock a little more into the girl’s sex and keep pumping (and squirting) until there was no more.  The feeling of that orgasm was magnificent!  It was a mind blower!  His eyes fluttered and when he pulled out all his energy was gone.  Falling off to one side he watched in utter awe as the nun licked up the cum from the little girl’s cunt.

*

Cumboree!  Phase I
	She didn’t think it was possible—but then again ANYTHING was possible in her unique situation—but Luci Gloriana, fourteen, didn’t think it could get any worse than it was.  Already she had put her tongue where it was more appalling than anything she could imagine—and at the tender age of fourteen she could imagine a lot!
	Already she had been raped by the horrible-horrible man; she had sucked his dick and got a mouthful of his cum; then, she had sucked the dicks of the boys, Tommy, Derry, Steven, Shaun, and Nick—plus some extra boys who weren’t there apparently any longer.
	Being fucked in the ass was terrible, sucking dick was horrible, there was no explaining licking butt hole.  And it was equally non-explainable having to lick the boys’ butt hole let alone the other girls—Suzanne, Arnella, Sara, Julia, and Angela.
	Then there was the spanking.
	Then there was the standing up in the shower to pee.
	Then there was licking out the pussies of the other girls.
	There were some women, two or three she couldn’t rightly remember.
	It was mind boggling—and the man continued to tell her “do as you are told and you will go home.”  Luci counted on that but as the time elapsed on the stop watch Arnella had been given (for the Five Minute Acts of Depravity) the man’s words became hallow.
	Every once in a while the horrible-horrible man would make an appearance, have his way with whoever, make a decree of some sort, then leave for hours and hours.  After being gone some twelve hours plus, he did return bringing food and drink—and new people.

	A man and two women—already naked.  Luci closed her eyes and sighed to herself.  It would never end she comfimed—never.  The new man was tall, lean, dark eyes roaming all over the fine delectables scattered all about the small room.  One of the women seemed “giddy” while the other appeared to be kind of “dazed.”
	The horrible-horrible man served lunch—chili dogs, chips, fresh cookies, milk, and sodas.  The new man continued to look over the girls (and boys) and had a hard-on as he did so.  The giddy woman stood watching, fingering herself and seemingly having an orgasm!  The dazed woman was settled on the sofa.
	After lunch--
	The new man stood with his cock seriously hard.  A head nod from the horrible-horrible man and Luci made way to the new man—on her knees.  How many more dicks would she have to suck?  How many butt holes would she lick?  The new man waggled his cock and Luci went to work—by now she was somewhat of a pro.
	Jim Soakem fluttered his eyes as the teenager went down on his shaft.
	“Oh!  God!  Shit!  Fuck!  Sonofabitch!” he muttered as the girl took in his cock.  She had been schooled on how to roll her tongue about the head, diddle the piss slit, and slowly-slowly take the shaft inward.  To each side of the cocksucking teen were young basically flat chested girls laying out with their legs open.  They fingered themselves while young naked boys stood, sat, wandered about, and lay with their legs open, or got on their hands and knees presenting their lovely bare asses.
	It seriously helped the ranger fuck Luci’s mouth.  According to the stop watch Arnella had—three minutes before blast off.  Luci retched and gagged and the spew in her mouth coating her intact tonsils.  The man pulled out and humped her face and was still squirting—still hard.
	“Turn around.” Commanded the horrible-horrible man.
	Luci turned about, spread her legs and locked eyes on Tommy who sat on his butt, legs open, masturbating.  To one side of him sat Sara with little Julia on the other side.  Just behind Tommy askew was Steven—on his hands and knees.
	The new man spanked her ass with his hands, not too hard but it stung just the same.  Then his cock spanked her before poking her well fucked asshole.  Locking her eyes on Tommy she somewhat relaxed.  
	‘It’ll be ok.’ he mouthed to her.
	There was no getting used to it, though; Luci thought a week at least, Tommy thought two weeks while Derry and Arnella thought more than that (captivity).  The horrible-horrible man promised that they would be released.

	But when?  How many more cocks was she to suck?  How many more cocks would invade her asshole, pussy, and mind?  How much more could she take?  The man behind her was new; how many more “new” would she have to endure?  She sighed and felt the need to go to the bathroom—a Number Two.  Those damn chili dogs were at work—but the new man’s cock was pretty powerful; not too long or thick, but about average.  It slid in and out of Luci’s shitter with deliberate force possibly kissing the turd in her tract.  She tried to clench but the need to poop began to overwhelm her—confounding her as there was a terrible presence “other” slamming into her tract.
	How many minutes there was being sodomized she didn’t know—or care.  The man finally pulled out and sat back from her.  Luci looked to the horrible-horrible man,
	“I have to go--” she didn’t say the word intended and the man (horrible-horrible) nodded.  She scampered to the open bathroom and just barely made it.  She hated going to the bathroom where everyone could hear the escape of bodily needs—let alone farting.
	The new man smiled and watched the girl—then slowly put himself up against Steven…

	The new woman also got into the game; she seemed like a child in a candy store and told to “go wild—pick what you want—it’s free!”  She looked over the girls as well as the boys then after a brief convo with the horrible-horrible man, settled on the sofa nest to the “dazed” woman and Tommy Michaels was first up.
	Firstly, Suzie fondled the boy’s cock—his balls, too.  Tommy stood with near a blank mind.  He didn’t understand any of what was going on and struggled with acceptance and “go along with it.”  Having sex was cool, it felt good (real good) but sex with the young girls, even Luci, that was a bit much.  It was forced, directed, unnatural.  
	But not complying meant certain punishment and no one was into that shit.  His dick tingled—it was incensed with all the “action” it was getting.  He figured a couple of weeks, maybe three since being brought into the sex dungeon.  And during that time he had fucked—fucked—fucked.  If he wasn’t fucking he was BEING fucked—or sucked.  Boning the girls was one thing—boning the boys was something else.  Licking out the girls was one thing—sucking a guy’s dick was another thing.
	The new woman handled his johnny well; she worked it magically tugging the shaft with an expert hand.  Slowly she drew the boy closer and while the expert hand clutched his nuggets her mouth took in his cock.

	Luci finished her business; the horrible-horrible man walked in taking into the open shower.  As he put his pud into her sex, pinning her against the wall—her legs about his waist,
	“What?” he asked.  In her face was concern, and more.
	“Getting tired of this shit?” he asked further.
	Luci didn’t know what to say and if saying what she wanted to say—would it get her in trouble?  Of course, how much more trouble could she be in?  Her eyes fluttered, though, as the man drove his prick into her touching off an orgasmic fire storm.  She had long since given up trying to ignore it, trying to put it off.  But the stabbing cocks of the horrible (horrible) man, the many boys, was too much to deny.  She shuddered and the man al la horrible-horrible humped her pussy shooting off into her his liquid love goo.

	Tommy sat back on his heels flogging his spent doggie; it felt good—it felt terrific!  But it also had a downside—the tingling sensation was a bitch!  And before Derry could enjoy the same feelings orgasmic—eleven year old Suzanne came up to lick clean the giddy woman’s pussy.  Angela sucked Tommy’s cock while Sara sucked on Derry’s.
	The new man went from Steven’s puckered asshole to Nick Survantees.  The eleven year old boy spread his cheeks and readily accepted the intrusion.  The new man caressed the boy’s sides, spanked him, “reached around” and tugged on his prick.

	Derry, Steven, Shaun Shawn, and Nick took their turns—the girls licked out and cleaned the woman’s pussy after each boy as well as sucked the boy who put it in her.  The woman seemed very pleased and after a shower with the horrible man—she was double teamed by him and the new man.
	Then—
	A break.
	The horrible man, the giddy woman, and the new man left, leaving the dazed woman.  She was handcuffed with a piece of rope securing her ankles to her cuffed hands.  Before leaving, the horrible-horrible man said to the boys simply,
	“Fuck her.”
	“Leave no hole left behind.”
	“When you have to pee, pee on her face.” then, “Girls, too.”
	“One more round and then that’s it.”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Luci, “We can go home?”
	“Yep.” The horrible man smiled, winked, and closed the door.

And in other news—
	Jim and Suzie flopped onto the bed in the guest room—August flopped onto his own bed in his own bedroom and was quickly joined by Carly and Jolene.  The girls were getting along well—Carly was pretty much on her own will as was Jolene.  Both girls, as well as Carly’s sisters, Alyssa and Brandy, had been touched by August’s mind altering device in essence obliterating their previous life and settling them into their “new life.”
	August had grown quite attached to the girls, Jolene was the latest addition (the girl who had been jilted about a horse and was found sulking at a bus stop).  He needed to have trust in the girls, leave nothing to chance—so their young impressionable minds were “fixed”, i.e. altered so that they would not have longings for their previous life OR know anything about it.
	There was still some doubt, though—there always would be.  He hoped that his love for the girls would not cloud his judgment about his trust in them.  Although Alyssa was the oldest at thirteen, it was her younger sib, Carly at age ten who was in charge.  Brandy was twelve and had an unnatural love for August’s horsey, Atom Might.  There, too, was the girls’ youngest sib, Zach, he was nine and another boy acquired along the way, Nick Koffman, balanced things out.
	He gave no thoughts to anyone else—nothing else mattered but quality time with his family.  The girls snuggled against him and he went to a blissful sleep.

*

The neighbors in your hood
	Other than the neighbors already mentioned, the Finch family also were residents near Moone Manor; Earl Finch had a small orchard he was nurturing into a larger one—fruit trees mostly, trying one type and then another to see which one would thrive better in the countryside climate.
	There was no Missus but there were two younguns, Ron and Fran.  Ron was thirteen and Fran was ten.  A family tragedy had occurred with the family and they were getting along as best they could.  Skip along—skip along;  one day—
	There were chores aplenty to be had—and no son to be hadding them.  The pens needed cleaning out, the stalls in the barn needed cleaning, and half a dozen other near daily chores.  Ron was a pretty good kid and usually did those chores without too much fuss but he sometimes most always put doing those chores off to the “last minute.”

	Of course, he sometimes had initiative and did some things around the farm on his own.  Sometimes—usually trying to score points to gain extra allowance or an early pay out or something regarding hanging with his friends in town.  Sometimes—not always.	
	There was that leaky irrigation pipe in the peach orachard.
	The tractor was down with a flat tire.
	Loose boards in the barn; one of the pen gates needed tending to; irrigation pipe still needed to be counted and put away, and the list went on and on—possible things the boy could be doing on his own.  Most the time, Ron James Finch had his head in the sky; using binoculars, though, Earl found his thirteen year old with not his head in the sky but his hand on his cock!
	Way up on a bump on the landscape sat his teenage son, jerking off.
	With slow methodic actions the boy handled his cock; his pants were just to his knees and he seemed to be just starting or was taking his time.  Ron was a good boy and Earl knew that there were times boys wanted to be alone (to jerk off.)  But damn it, there were chores to be done!
	Then, Ron shucked his pants down to his ankles and opened his knees—he furiously began to “get after it.”  Earl leaned against the railing of the porch—one hand holding the binoculars, the other holding his own dick!
	Presently, Ronnie was joined by his pesky sister, Fran.
	It looked as if Ron was annoyed—which he usually was.  Fran, being the little sister, looked up to her one and only big brother and since she could crawl she followed him—everywhere.  Sometimes it was alright—and other times he seriously wished he was an only child.
	Ron furiously and quickly pulled up his pants; Earl assumed that the two had seen one another naked before—they were siblings at so it was a given.  He didn’t think any funny business between had gone on but he knew his boy masturbated and Francine was too young to know about such things—including pleasing herself that way.
	After a minute or so and Fran had her pants down!
	Earl’s cock grew harder in his hand as he watched; Fran’s typical jeans were pushed down just enough to expose herself—her panties down, too.  It hadn’t been too long ago since Earl had seen his little girl naked.  He thought she was about eight being the last time; he sometimes helped her dress, soothe her when she had been frightened by storms; helped clean her up after a nighttime accident or when she had been ill.
	But after that he just got to see her in her underwear.
	Then there was spanking.

	Not often but sometimes there was a spanking to one child or another or both!  Usually for lying, fighting, lying about fighting, not doing chores, lying about not doing chores, getting the other sibling in trouble, and the list went on.  No bare ass spanking and the last time son Ron had been walloped he had been twelve.  
	Earl manhandled his cock harder and harder just thinking about the time he had laid a belt to his son’s ass—it was with pants on but Earl began to fantasize about spanking his son’s bare ass.
	Earl strongly thought of bare ass spanking Fran, too!
	Up on the hill and Fran’s pants and panties were at her ankles.  Ron was taking in his sister’s nakedness, caressing her ass, and fingering her pussy.  His own cock was back out for display and soon little Franny was fondling it.
	Then, Fran pulled off her shirt, stepped out of her clothes, and was stark naked.  Ron pulled off his shirt and re-shucked his pants taking them off and becoming naked himself.  The boy then began caressing his sister’s ass and Fran began masturbating her brother’s dong.
	Ron continued to caress his sister’s ass until such time as the girl moved to sit on him.  It wasn’t clear to their Father if she slid down onto his prong but the boy’s hand were tight on her butt and the girl moved seemingly Up and Down.
	A phone call and a visitor interrupted Earl so he didn’t see what else his children did.  Thanks to the wandering Magic and Atom Might, though, it was seen that Fran rode her brother—his cock WAS in her delicate pussy and they fucked good for several minutes.
	
	When the kids finally got back to the house—Fran went in to shower while Ron tried to make like he was doing chores alla the time.  Earl found him behind the barn raking up some muck and shifting hay bales about—Earl took the boy by the elbow into the barn.
	Ron knew he was fried and lying would only make it worse.  At a hay bale the boy undone his pants (again) and dropped them.  Behind him his Dad removed his belt and waited until his son was “in position.”  Ron had his undies still on—but not for long.  Earl slipped his hand inside his son’s tidy-whiteys and pushed them down revealing the near lily white teenager’s ass.
	Ron gasped—this was going to be a bitch!
	And he was right.
	The first swat made Ron feel like he was coming out of his skin.
	The second swat confirmed it.

	After the third belting and Daddy Earl put his hand to his son’s ass, usually that was the manner of discipline and usually with his pants and at least his undies on.  Ron struggled to keep from crying out or letting on—his discomfort hid the fact that his Daddy was doing something unusual…
	Earl smoothed his hand over his son’s burning tush, followed by lightly poking the hole with index finger then moving down to find the swelled clenched up tightly nut sac.  All those years in Catholic school came back to him.
	It was a new experience for young Ron—not so much for his Dad.
	Ron fidgeted when he realized he was being fondled.
	Earl’s cock nearly busted out of his pants—strong memories filled his mind.  A desire filled him—consumed him.	His mind returned to the days in the rectory, in the basement, the library, and the private office at the Catholic school—he had been but a mere boy in the beginning; Father Gaygun the manipulator.  Too many images there was filling Earl’s mind; he couldn’t sort them out.  
	Ron rubbed his own blistered ass—finding his Dad’s cock also rubbing there.  Ron, like his Dad, was Catholic.  He had heard of the extra curricular activities of the Priests but had never personally experienced it himself.  As Ron rubbed and squeezed his inflamed cheeks—his Dad poked his hole!
	It wasn’t Ron’s first time (to have his backdoor poked.)
	The boy lay hard against the hay bale, confused and confounded.  He actually wasn’t too clear on what was going on—was he actually being sodomized—by his Dad? 
	It appeared so.
	The act boggled young Ron’s mind and before he knew it—his Dad’s prong was just about all the way in!  And Ron had wood.  He stared blankly into the wall of hay wanting to do a lot of things but unable to do any of them.  His Dad pushed inward most of the way—then pulled out and pushed back in repeating several more times before speeding up the devilish act al la incestuous.
	Meanwhile,
	Fran frigged herself furiously while in the shower—her asshole also got a good fingering then once out of the shower she continued to frig herself finding herself on the bathroom floor “gettin’ after it” seriously bad.
	With her young hand tiring out she boldly slipped into the kitchen, checking for her Dad and brother—she figured they were doing chores or something.  Or something.  From the refrigerator she secured herself a small “just right” zucchini AND a hot dog weenie.

	In her room she got after it once more with the zucchini in her asshole and the wiener in her cunt.  She thrashed about the bed dual humping herself finding those familiar feelings thriving thru her body like her brother had given her.  She began to spank herself and drive the vegetable deeper into her asshole.
	Her best friend, Peggy Anne McCatherty, used empty soda bottles, candles, and bed posts.  Dick, though, was much better.  The girl continued “gettin’ after it” until she heard the kitchen screen door.  Then it was a quick fly into her clothes and rush out of her room—encountering her Dad who was miffed at her.
	“I’ve told you and told you,” bitched Earl, “when you are done with taking a shower PICK UP YOUR CLOTHES!” Franny hadn’t picked up her cast off clothes after shower—and that other thing she did.  When she moved by him and into the hall bathroom—he followed.  When she was fully inside picking up her clothes—he swatted her once—then twice.
	The message was received.  Franny rubbed her ass, shed some tears, then fled to her room.  Earl stood wishing he hadn’t done that.  He sighed, farted, then moved to his own room and private bathroom for a much needed showering himself passing the naked Ron coming to use the hall bathroom himself.  Nothing was said—what was there to say?  “Hey, Dad, that was a good butt plunging you did to me, thanks!”  “Hey, son, that’s a nice tight ass you’ve got—but you’ve been plunged there before, huh?”
	In the shower—Ron worked his johnson; worked his johnson; worked his johnson until he squirted.  His best friend, Lucas Gonads, had fucked him in the ass—this after Ron had fucked HIM in the ass.  Both boys were avid masturbators and after a time of masturbating secretly together they navigated to the next phase of their relationship which was mutual masturbation.  That led to “cock fighting”; it was done in a playful manner and not intended for sexual intent.
	However, that was what happened.  After just one cock fighting round the boys jerked off cumming on each other’s balls.  Then, on a dare—the boys sucked one another followed by engaging in good old fashioned sodomy.
	After soaping up his body, fingering his cock AND asshole, Ron was in a tizzy and wanted to be fucked in the ass again—by his Dad, even!  He also wanted to suck his Dad’s cock!  He did!
	Not knowing if the incident in the barn was a fluke or not, Ron got friendly with the toilet plunger jamming it into his funk hole finding his cock extremely hard.  He thought of his friend on his cock and his Dad in his ass!
	Oh!

	Meanwhile, Earl still felt badly for spanking Fran.  He didn’t often do so and he didn’t know what came over him.  A simple scolding would have sufficed.  A case of parental guilts filled him and after showering he went to her room and didn’t remember to knock—it was a bold intrusion that up until just a year ago was ok.
	Franny was on her bed, naked, ass in the air, furiously fingering herself while also spanking herself.  In a flash, though, the girl flew off to the lee side of her bed pulling covers to conceal herself giving out a little yelp as she did so.
	There was no “Get out of here!” atypical of young girls being invaded by their male parental unit or “What are you doing (here!)?”  Franny was just too frightened and stunned to react more than she had.
	Earl stood a little shocked and stunned himself realizing he had invaded his daughter’s room when he promised that he wouldn’t.  Since turning ten, young Franny had gotten a little modest and embarrassed about prancing about even in her undies in her Daddy’s presence.
	“Come here!” he almost shouted but was merely being stern.
	Franny gulped and stood—clutching the bed quilt to her.
	“I said COME HERE!” a little more sterner.
	Franny began to cry—and still didn’t move.
	Earl moved across the bedroom to his frightened child and grabbing her arm wrenched her onto her bed where a flurry of bare hand to bare ass spanks came until the young girl began to wriggle and clench crying out,
	“Please stop, Daddy, that hurts!”
	Earl did and felt extreme remorse.  He cried.  Franny rolled over and was confused, she sat up and though her ass was still burning sat up and hugged her Daddy whispering “It’s ok, Daddy.”
	Earl hugged his child then came to sit on his lap as he sat on the floor.
	She found out that her Daddy had a hard-on.  A big one!
	Wriggling her tight little ass about she found the hard-on very enticing.  “Ooooh, Daddy!” she exclaimed, “It’s a big one!” she was all aglow, smiling, and entranced.  Her Daddy was awash with emotions and then realizing his child was naked sitting on his boner.
	They hugged for a minute or two then Franny, after more wriggling, moved to lay up against her bed.  Her Daddy remained sitting on the floor—his face just mere inches from her sweet lovely tender ass.  It was a beauty to behold and Earl beholded it.
	Franny pulled her cheeks open and for a full minute all Daddy Earl could do was admire it.  Then he was putting his hand to the ass that was more than warm.  He still felt badly for acting out so—that was uncalled for.

	“It’s ok, Daddy.” Franny said perplexing her confounded Daddy.
	Early smoothed his hand over his daughter’s ass, touched her hole and felt his cock clenching and a bit of pre-cum drizzle soiling himself.  His desire consumed him—overwhelmed him and soon he was up against her, his pants and underwear down and his cock hard against her sweet ass with sincere intent on poking her asshole.
 
	During and after dinner there was the discussion from Daddy Earl to children Ron and Fran—subject:  chores.  You know them—DO THEM!  
	“No more fucking around-fucking around!” Earl warned.  “We’ve got to work as a team,” he continued, “your chores aren’t that hard—you’ve still got plenty of time to have you fun.” And he let it go at that.
	That night, Fran came to see her Daddy as he was in his comfy chair in his den.  The stench of farm life was ever present—it added to the ambiance of farm living.  A window was opening bringing in both the peculiar odor of farm life as well as from the nearby pond, the meadow, and elsewhere.  
	“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Earl asked of his child.  It was after ten o’clock and Fran usually was in bed by then.  She wore a thin cotton knee length pajama thing (and nothing else.)  This was known as the girl came up to her Daddy, hiked up the garment (revealing her nakedness) and climbed promptly onto his lap.  She was all smiles and the spanking earlier long forgotten.  After some wiggling she found her Daddy with a prominent hard-on (again).
	Earl was a little taken and not sure what to do.  His hands came to support her bare bottom; his heart began to beat harder and though it was cool in the room he began to perspire some.
	Fran put her pretty head to her Daddy’s chest—snuggling.
	Earl smoothed his hand all over his precious child’s ass, touching her hole, fingering her delicate pussy, and generally losing his mind.  Fran wriggled intentionally grinding her sex against her Daddy’s still confined manhood.
	It wasn’t confined for long.
	After just a bit of time of Fran’s wriggling and did Earl undo his jeans and push them down.  Pre-cum soiled his prick’s head; his cock was hard and more than anything did he want to slid it into his daughter’s cunt.  His astute observation when “examining” her earlier during their private play revealed to him that she was no virgin.  Not too mention seeing with vegetables in her pussy and asshole earlier.

	Fran raised herself up and felt her Daddy’s prick gliding against her soft delicious cunt.  Keeping her composure and with her head against his chest, the sweet farm girl began taking her Daddy’s cock into her sex.
	Earl knew what was going on but he couldn’t believe it.  He kept his hands on Fran’s ass and gently-gently-gently glided himself into her.  His cock nearly exploded right off the bat.  He tried and tried and tried to keep control of himself but he shuddered and realized it was a dream cum true.
	And it wasn’t just Fran he wanted to sink his bone into—Fran had little friends; there were family friends who had little ones Fran’s age.  And there also girls from the community; the church, social events, and so on, to consider.  The thoughts of those girls gave Earl a continuing boner that exploded inside his precious child’s cunt.
	Fran shuddered and a river of orgasmic juices flowed to coat Earl’s balls.  He hugged the girl and deeply wanted to “release” his love into all those girls he thought of.  Of course, there was no way he could—not without help…
	Hmmm

*

catch ‘em, bang ‘em, throw ‘em back
	one more round
	Once more—with or without feeling, Tommy Michaels, Derry Derrick, Steven Marny, Nick Servantees, and even young Shaun Shawn schlepped their salamis into their counterparts; Luci Glorina, Suzanne Jules, Arnella Ashan, Sara Song, Angela Winott, and young Julia Laren.
	Recent addition Park Ranger Kandy Hopper also was involved as was her willing partner, Jim Soakem.  Ranger Jim involved himself with ALL the girls—save for the ones who resided topside in Moone Manor (the Tobile girls plus one.)
	There was no more hesitation from either the girls or the boys of the Moone Manor basement.  They had been incarcerated for some time and gone thru a varied amount of emotions and understandings of punishment for failure to comply.  They quickly learned that there was no escape and compliance was the only way to survive.
	One by one by one by one, Tommy humped the girls, fucking their pussies like he had done so so many times before.  There was not even any hesitation in stuffing young Julia’s cunt.  He managed to cum in Luci straightaway; Suzanne sucked him to get him hard before he fucked her but he didn’t cum in her.

	Arnella sucked him, sucked his balls, and licked his asshole all the while Julia and Angela lay out on the floor fingering themselves while Derry butt humped Sara on the side.  It helped Tommy maintain a boner but after Five Minutes of serious humping in Arnella he still didn’t cum.
	Tommy didn’t shoot off in Suzanne, either, after the same treatment from Arnella.  The boy DID manage to unload love cream into Sara’s snatch and had to have thirty minutes rest before going to Angela.  Luci sucked Tommy’s cock clean while Suzanne licked Sara’s pussy clean.
	It was quite a scene for Jim Soakem who deeply was indulged in the dungeonites and their doings.  It was a new way of life for him—nothing else mattered and thanks be to his Host’s electronic gadget—he was unaware of being manipulated.
	Jim wasn’t really manipulated into participation or accepting—just made oblivious to the knowledge of such a manipulating device (electronic.)  He readily fell into immersing himself in the naked bodies of the girls and boys—and his former partner.  That nice young nun from the local Church al la Catholic also was involved.  She could willingly take her young charges to Moone Manor and have her way any way she wished without care or fear of reprisal.
	With each girl—after each girl—there was a bit of rest; after screwing Sara and subsequently cumming off into her pussy—and then onto it, he humped Angela and gave unto her that clear super sticky cum juice.  The bottom of the nut.  The twelve year old boy was just about exhausted and then some.  He needed forty-five minutes before doing seven year old Julia.
	After humping all the girls, Tommy showered, then rested a couple of hours before going on to the next phase—a step closer to freedom.  His cock was aching terribly, his balls sang songs of tingling sensations, and his mind was in total uproar.  A confusing uproar where there were no sound reasoning; no firm notions; nothing concrete to settle and dwell on.  It was as it was—a flurry of outrageous acts of debauchery.  Pure and simple.
	While Tommy rested, Derry took his turn doing the same as Tommy.
	Steven followed as did Nick and then seven year old Shaun Shawn.
	It was quite a sight to behold and Jim Soakem beholded it!  It was a mind blower.  He had sunk his cock into the girls and was satisfied to the point whereas he could easily sit back then and watch the antics of the dungeonites go thru their paces.
	Thereafter—

	One by one—two by two, the dungeonites were removed from the dungeon and returned to society—this after a necessary mind wipe.  That was a time consuming venture that was very grueling but crucial for their sanity and August’s security.  He took his turn with each member being released; he had attachments to each of them but it was time for them to go.  He couldn’t keep them all.
	All the boys and all the girls would not remember their time in the dungeon—but then again they would.  There would be lingering images they would not be able to explain.  The mind wipe was only able to erase 95-to-98 percent of their ungodly experience.  The remaining was images tucked away here and there in their minds.
	With the dungeonites gone, that left the Tobile girls—Alyssa, Brandy, and Carly, with their little brother, Zach, and nine year old extra, Nick Koffman.  Also, Jolene Gnatnoop, the pissed off runaway girl.  There, too, was the three eleven year old girls who had been selling seashells; Alice Blyne, Beth Cosworth, and willing to submit and participate, Elizabeth Farvell.
	Occupying the dungeon currently was the Ranger Kandy Hopper.  Each of the boys, the former dungeonite boys, had taken a turn, too, in sinking their young puds into the woman and thereafter a thought came to August, something he had seen in a movie once where a small group of boy scouts were conscripted to have their way with a kidnapped woman.  The movie was a comedy but it held reverence for August—and according to Ranger Jim, there WAS a scouting group in the area.  And not ONE group but TWO groups—one was of boys and the other was of girls.  
	Perfect.
	Brandy still like horses, specifically Atom Might—more times than not August, and Brandy’s siblings, could find the girl nakedly sitting/laying on the mighty horse.  It was a sight to behold and August enjoyed beholding it.  It truly was a glorious sight—to see a young girl like Brandy, naked, laying on top of a magnificent horsey like Atom Might, legs astride, and so on.
	It was worthy of a picture.
	No, a video!
	And speaking of video—August had compiled hours upon hours of video of the dungeonites and their antics.  Consider it a hobby.  And what was he going to do with the hours upon hours of video transferred magically to CDs?
	Sell them, of course!

	Alyssa Tobile was also in on loving on Atom Might, but not as much as Brandy.  Carly was less than that but she did hug the horse, sit on the hors naked, masturbate the horse—but did not participate in the sucking off of the horse like Brandy did.  Alyssa got the horsey hard but it was Brandy who would lay herself beneath great animal on a hay bale gliding the equine cock against her pussy and asshole.
	The boys, Zach and Nick enjoyed going about the house and grounds stark naked.  August enjoyed watching them go about the house and grounds stark naked.  Inasmuch as Carly was August’s fav, so was Jolene Gnatnoop.  But mostly it was Jolene to August rather than the other way around.  August, however, had love enough for everyone—but Carly and Jolene were his favs.
	Jim Soakem, though not officially an official “sidekick” had the same perks alluded to a sidekick.  He came and went as he wished, dipped his wick into the likes of Alyssa but not so much to Brandy, Carly, or Jolene—those were deemed off-limits and August’s personal possessions.
	Jim was cool with that, he got to fuck Alyssa, Zack and Nick, and the three girls recently acquired—Alice, Beth, and Elizabeth.  Also present was the beleaguered mindless ranger Kandy Hopper who had taken residence in the basement.  Jim took great pleasure in spanking her, shaving her cunt, applying brands to her pussy and ass, and of course fucking her brains out.
	Jim was turning out to be quite the sidekick; he had no reservations about torturing his former partner—he himself applied the first branding to her pussy.  It totally freaked him out and did a number on Kandy, too.  The man had serious wood; the brand was about the size of a US quarter, having a serpent twisted on what could only be described as a phallic (cock)—‘cause that’s what it was.
	But Jim, like August, preferred them young.  Boys or girls, didn’t matter—so long as they were under fifteen and old enough to walk.  But was Jim it?  Was he to be the only sidekick?  Was he THE sidekick?  Or something less?  For the moment, for the now—he would do.  He was alright but perhaps not a sidekick—more of an acquaintance who shared the same likes.  And with that—there was a potential security risk.
	True, the man had willingly come into the twisted world of August Moone; he willingly tortured Kandy; willingly had sex with the girls and boys of the dungeon; but there was just something about the man August couldn’t fully put his trust.

*

Moving right along
	Cumboree
	One boy—two boy—three boy—twelve!  Oh my!  A dozen scouts from the Tri-County area plus One, out in the wilds of Boone County learning various aspects of scouting.  The youngest Scout was ten, the oldest was thirteen.  One black Scout, two Mexicans, one Japanese, one Korean, one Indian (India).
	Slip Knot; Granny Knot; Halyard Knot; Reef Knot; Sheep Shank
	Poison Oak; Poison Ivy
	Oaks; Pines; Birch; Cedar
	Bears; Skunks; Deer; Squirrels; Birds; Bees
	First Aid
	Anecdotes; antidotes—“the difference can save your friend’s life.”
	After a day of learning about owls, bats, wild birds and what they eat and how they effect the environment—it was nice to finally relax and enjoy themselves.  And some of the Scouts were enjoying themselves that was not detailed in any Scouting manual.  Gavin Castro and Danny Kockme were a pair indulging in the fine art of “feel me”.  Gavin was bent over, pants and undies at his ankles—Danny was directly behind his friend stuffing Gavin’s  pork hole.  
	Chin Hu and Carlos Varacruize were 69ing (right next to a patch of poison ivy.
	Hiroki Matusui and Hadji Badher were indulging in side by side mutual masturbation.
	Scout Master Zeke Zucker sat at the Scout campfire seemingly looking a little lost (in thought.)  Alex Ballsitch sat close by also a little lost in seemingly thought.  Bason Sortooth shook his head a couple of times, reared back and seemed genuinely confused and/or confouned.  Eddie Kyss, just turned ten two days earlier, stood up and with his mouth open, eyes blinking, unzipped his pants.
	Faron Vrock also stood up and unzipped.
	Kale Kalab stood up and not only unzipped but undone his jeans and pushed them down (along with his tidy whiteys.)
	Zeke Zucker stared at the boys, cocked his head, licked his lips and stared-stared-and stared some more.  He seemed equally confused and greatly “what the fuck” confounded.  
	The next thing he knew…

	Kale Kalab, ten yrs young, lay across his Scout Master’s lap with his clothes at his ankles.  The man, Zeke Zucker, caressed the boy’s ass, patted the flesh, then laid a spank to the bare skin.  It appeared as if though Zeke had one of those zen orgasms.  It was like having an orgasm that been “in waiting” for a lifetime.  A special orgasm, one like when being a teenager on “the night” and finally getting off in the teen girl of his dreams.
	Zeke landed another spank—then another—and then another.
	Meanwhile, young Faron Vrock was at Kale’s head—his little puddling in the boy’s mouth.  Faron held his shirt up and rocked back and forth humping his friend’s mouth.  His mind was in total oblivion, the pleasure of being sucked was enormously fantastic!  It beat beating off all to hell!
	Eddie Kyss came up to the rear end of Kale, and like Faron, his pants and undies came to his ankles and while he held his shirt up, Mr. Zucker gently tugged on the boy’s pud.
	And from “tugging” to bringing the ten year old’s cock to the freshly spanked ass of Kale Kalab.  And from there—a little rubbing, coaxing into humping the burning flesh, to gouging the crack.
	And from gouging the crack to poking the hole.
	Faron pulled out of Kale’s mouth, turned about and BENT OVER.
	Kale applied his tongue to Faron’s ass, licked the cheeks lovingly and then equally the boy’s crack with specific attention to Faron’s asshole.  Mr. Zucker emitted a sound of satisfying “ah”—simultaneously coinciding with the orgasm in his pants.
	The boys who had been in the woods slowly came out and were stunned to disbelief in seeing the shenanigans around the campfire.
	“Whoa!”
	“Damn!”
	“What the fuck!?”
	And other assorted stunned to disbelieving statements.
	Zeke didn’t jump up and try to hide the fact of what his compromising position he was doing; and none of the comprised boys freaked out, either.  In fact, the boys who had been naughty in the woods came to begin undressing themselves.  The boys who had yet to join in who were at the campfire also stood up and began stripping down to their skin.
	Alex Ballsitch was thirteen and stood masturbating at Kale’s side.  Mr. Zucker reached over Kale’s lovely naked body and clutched Alex’s balls, tugged on his wang, and once more experienced a sudden orgasm.

	Bason Sartooth was a lovely boy, second in command, and twelve years young.  Thick wavy dark hair, part American-Indian, part Mexican.  He was friendly, took to being a Scout quiet easily and was easy to get along with.  He was helpful, courteous, and had an odd shaped cock.  It was “cut” but the tip was angled different with the head also angled “upwards”.  The boy’s cock was also a little longer than most boys his age and into Kale’s mouth it went—this after the ten year old Kale and licked well Faron Vrock’s ten year old virgin pooper.
	Chin Hu, a Korean boy of twelve, had a decent schlong and stood circle jerking; Carlos Varacruize and the only other twelve year old Hiroki Matusui also stood naked blatantly masturbating.  The eleven year olds, Gavin Castro, the India boy Hadji Badher, and Danny Kockme stood right up close making a semi-circle, stark naked, seriously fondling themselves looking on as the naked Kale lay across their Scout Master’s lap.
	Then,
	Zeke spread Kale’s cheeks, ten year old Eddie Kyss came up and applied HIS tongue to the boy’s hole followed by standing up and after some prodding made dutiful entry.  Zeke caressed the boy’s ass, both of them.  Kale wriggled and began to cry out—but his cries were muffled with Chin Hu’s cock in his mouth.
	Hadji stepped up to Kale’s fresh fucked hole and managed to cum therein inside four minutes.  Zeke caressed Hadji’s ass all the while; Danny took his turn in Kale’s mouth ejaculating therein inside two minutes.
	Soon and Kale was replaced with Bason.  He was the only black boy in the group; Chin Hu was the only Korean, Hiroki Matusui was the only Japanese boy.  Carlos and Gavin were the Mexicans, Hadji of India.  Danny and Alex the redneck white boys along with Eddie and Faron who came from a well-to-do family.
	Bason got his butt spanked—and fucked.  
	Zeke seemed both oblivious and full on to the goings on—he looked to each of the twelve boys and did so with some delight.  There was a bit of concern, curiosity, and a whole lot of confusion.  When his confusion began to become overwhelming, though, he was suddenly shaking his head casting them off and generally accepting of what was going on.  So much so that he soon was shucking his own clothing and standing buck naked among his young scouts.
	It was young Kale Kalab who came to present himself in front of his now naked Scout Master.  The man stood smiling, masturbating, and deeply oblivious to what was going on.  Kale rubbed his own ass, had a boner going his own self, and put his fingers about the Mr. Zucker’s cock.

	None of the other boys seemed offended.  They were all naked.  They were all lovely-lovely-simply fucking lovely boys watching one of their members suck dick.  The boys were just as oblivious as was their Master; they were accepting of what was going on—a step up from zombiefacation.
	The boys, too, were oblivious to a stranger among them.
	After Kale had sucked his fill of Zeke’s schlong (and got a mouthful of cum for his effort) the naked boy spat out the goo into the fire then came to stand unknowingly before the stranger.  While Carlos sucked on the Master’s cock—Kale sucked on the stranger.

	The night was still young—and not far from the Boy Scout camp was the Girl Scout camp.  There the group was singing camp songs, clapping, consuming treats burnt to death by the flickering flames of their very large campfire.  They were having a blast.  Their Master was thirty-six year old Heather Humpsalott.  Long honey blond hair pulled back in a free flowing pony tail secured by a simple scrunchie—handmade.  Sitting on logs and rocks was a small gaggle of girls from ten years young to thirteen.  Adel Adeline and Beatrice (Bea/Bee) Bama were the two oldest at thirteen; Adel was the tallest girl and tall for her age, too.  And for thirteen she had a larger set of titties than most girls.  Other than that she was pretty slender, pretty, and had a nice ass.
	Beatrice, who went more commonly by Bea, had virtually no titties whatsoever despite being a full fledged teenager four months from being fourteen.  Short and sassy raven dark hair; she excelled on the ice as a skater; she wrote amazing poems full of imagery; had a wondrous voice for singing; and had four brothers and no sisters at home.
	After a rousing round of the “Kookaburra” song, Ms. Humpsalott took a brief break.  The girls drank water, some girls were sneaky and had sodas instead of water in their canteens.  (and one girl had something more substantial!)
	Slowly-slowly a calm came over the group.
	Heather put away her guitar—her face that had moments earlier been aglow, smiling, laughing and singing had suddenly become like stone.  Heather had a unique face—although in her mid 30s, she appeared to be no more than 20.  A short upturned nose, some freckling, her hair with heavy bangs gently coiffed her face.  Those eyes—those eyes were fantastic; small, bright, and blue.  There was a seriousness to her face and she gave no indication of awareness.  That suited the stranger that had come upon them…

	A barn owl, not in a barn but perched on a limb of a misplaced eucalyptus tree not far away hooted—and it began.  Kim Ko, a Korean girl who was just delicious! stood up and began undoing her beige walking shorts.  The girl had a very small noses, no breasts, not much of a “shape”, but super long dark hair and a sweet-sweet face.  With her shorts down, her lavender panties came down nextly and she lay across the lap of her Master.
	Heather stared straight ahead seemingly straight through the flickering flames of the campfire.  Her hand came to rest on Kim’s bare ass and began making small circles thereon.  The little girl wriggled some, put her hand back to protect her ass but then put her hands outward before her—
	Carmen Cadette, a lovely twelve year old Mexican girl, came up to Kim and stripped off all of her clothes.  Kim then put her hands on Carmen’s ass and held on as she was spanked.  
	Twelve year old Darci Dolmite, a simple non-redneck but steadfastly country white girl undressed herself, came to her knees and stared blankly at Kim’s bare ass.  Ms. Humpsalott pulled the burning cheeks open and young Darci distinctly heard “lick the hole.”
	Darci blinked, reared back, cocked her head, and stared-stared-stared at Kim’s crapper.  In front of Kim, Carmen had turned about, bent over, and spread her leg stance along with her ass.  Kim did not pause or hesitate and went right to the task of cornhole licking.
	Darci eventually went to the task of backdoor kissing; the other girls, Adel, Beatrice, Eileen, Fawn, Gail, Helga, Irene, Janice—all stripped to just their panties.  The night was young and there was still a lot of naughty shenanigans to be had.

Q&A
	“Pussy’s great!  Pussy’s grand!  If you don’t got pussy—there’s always your hand!”  It was the sentiment of Alex Ballsitch.  The handsome thirteen year old almost star soccer player had a way with the girls—but only as far as chumming with them, being in their midst, partying and so on.  No sex.  Alex Ballsitch was a virgin and though that wasn’t such a bad thing, the boy desperately wanted to no what sex was really about.  Humping his bed and jerking off was one thing, but sinking his pud into a girl’s pussy?  That had to be the bomb and he very muchly wanted to know that special feeling.
	At twelve years young, Bason Sortooth should be a virgin himself; and you would be wrong.  At ripe age of just 8 yrs young he was seduced (albeit willingly) by his older cousins into having sex with a neighbor girl of the same age.  

 	Bason was a little naïve; he was a happy humper—finding the pleasure of humping his bed; he had a natural curiosity about girls but didn’t know about what sex with a girl actually entailed.  His cousins, Teri, Sherry, and Mary, lived just four houses down and Bason visited them (a lot.)  There weren’t a lot of kids his age in the area, save for Teresa Cullins.  He wasn’t sure how it happened—how it began other than one day he was visiting his cousins and Teresa was there, too.  The Aunt/Uncle were at work; cousin Teri was the youngest at thirteen; Sherry was fifteen, and Mary the oldest at eighteen.
	On Bason’s visit he was startled to find Teresa clad merely in her panties.  It was a dream to cum true.  Bason had an instant erection and his cousins egged him to get naked.
	“Only if you do!” he said.
	Surprisingly, they did!
	Teresa shucked her panties and everyone was nude.
	Then,
	Into the bedroom the cousins shared where after some freaky funky funky-chicken dancing Teresa laid out on one of the beds; the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.  There, with Teri laying beside her up against the wall, she was fingered.  Sherry sat up by the girl’s head with Mary standing close by.  It was almost too much for young Bason and then—THEN he was coaxed into “get on top” of Teresa.
	A slight hesitation and the boy climbed onto the bed and onto the girl.  Further coaxing was implied and the boy began humping the girl, grinding his cock against her delicate pussy like he did to the delicate sheets of his bed.  It felt ten times better than humping his bed!  Ten times!  Imagine!
	Mary caressed his butt, spanked it, squeezed it, and fingered herself.
	Teri was all a blush, giggles, and with hardened nipples.  She also was fingering herself as well as was Sherry.  Bason humped and humped, grinded and grinded—Teresa grunted and looked a little displeased.  No, bored.  
	“It’s not in.” Teresa quipped eventually.
	The cousin trio giggled; Mary held up her boy cousin’s ass and Teri guided his little erection into the proper receptacle.  Bason had no idea on the concept of “virgin” and slut.  He had no idea if Teresa was a virgin—and it didn’t matter.  His pud went in and it was twenty times better than grinding against his bed.
	And of course, after some minutes doing Teresa, the little girl was replaced by Teri.  Sherry and Teresa left the room; Mary remained, sitting on the bed looking down between Bason’s legs seeing the penetration.

	After boinking some time with Teri—Mary got hers (this after she sucked on her little cousin’s wang after he pulled out of Teri and lay off on his side.)  When the little boy had humped a good hump on Mary, he was pulled up to straddle Mary’s chest and titty fuck.
	This went on now and then—once a week at least, two to three times the norm.  Bason was spanked to tolerable levels by the girls and in turn he got to spank his cousins.  Sometimes Teresa was there—sometimes it was just Bason and his cousins.
	His first true orgasm came when he was ten.
	By then he was humping his cousins in all three holes—and it was in Sherry’s mouth hole that he came.  The four smoked pot, had stiff drinks from the liquor cabinet; and Bason thought nothing of it when his cousins banged their pussies together, worked vegetables into their pussies, licked each other out, but there was a day when Bason was eleven.  He came to the house and found in the girls’ bedroom a boy he didn’t know.  The boy was young, white, and naked.  Bason didn’t know why it bothered him—it just did.  It didn’t stop him from having sex with the cousins but he began to think more about what they were doing—and to whom.
	Twelve year old Chin Hu’s parents were from South Korea—Chin Hi himself had never been there.  Small boy, thick dark hair, small eyes, smaller dick.  The boy was aware of his dick but not much more than that.  He saw girls of various ages and WAS curious about what they looked like in their underwear—but had a pretty close idea as he saw those girls in their swimsuits.  Close counts.
	Carlos Varacruize was an avid masturbator; he had three older sisters, a younger brother and a young sister, too.  There was some impropriety between the siblings, not so much with the two older teenage sibs, but with the closest sibling, Jaylynn, who was just two years older than Carlos, there was a little more than “touchy-feely.”
	More than?
	Yep.
	Like?
	In the beginning, around when Carlos was ten and caught masturbating by Jaylynn, it was mutual fingering.  Carlos and his siblings had good relationships—typical rivalry; get one in trouble to save own skin; get one in trouble for the hell of it; get one out of trouble to score points later on; and so on.  But the rapport between Carlos and Jaylynn?  A little different.  They snuck out of their rooms to meet in the backyard.  There they take their clothes off and pee—Carlos was awed at watching Jaylynn pee standing up.

	After some mutual fingering and fondling Carlos got to rub his cock against his sister’s ass, up her crack, and right up against her cunt.  No idea if she were a virgin or not but one night—one night on the eve of his eleventh birthday, Carlos got to “put it in”.
	It beat beatin’ off all to hell.
	He also got to get off in the girl’s asshole AND she sucked him off, too.  No spanking, just a lot of fucking.  When the girl was on her period it was oral or anal—the blood kind of grossed the boy out.
	Twelve year old Hiroki Matusui was directly from Japan, a city boy so country life was a bit of a stretch.  A nice boy, average size all around for a Japanese boy his age; short cropped hair of typical black with a single gold earring in the left ear.  Unlike Carlos, Hiroki had no siblings.  He was not an avid masturbator nor did he hump his bed.  He fucked himself in the ass using a toilet plunger, a stiff “just right” zucchini, long neck beer bottles his Dad enjoyed, and anything “round.”  
	Gavin Castro had several siblings—he was the only boy out of six siblings—four of the six were older.  Most times he kept his dick to himself, but temptation led him to molesting his two younger siblings whilst they were sleeping and under the influence of cold medicine.  Once, twice, three times he got away with it—taking their underwear down, fingering them, licking them, laying on top and humping ON them—not in them.
	Then he got caught and got the bare ass beating of his life.
	His older siblings were wary of him thereafter and got him into trouble quite often for shenanigans he did and didn’t do.  After awhile his parents began to realize all those things the girls were saying were not true and THEY got their bottoms busted bare, too.
	Gavin did his best to watch—bare ass spanking got him off!
	Hadji Badher; hailed from a coastal city in India, Vishakhapatnam.  He was new to the area, too; a nice boy, slim, well spoken, seriously into soccer but also liked golf and bowling.  And at eleven the boy was just beginning to find the pleasure of “self pleasuring.”  
	Danny Kockme—when merely eight years young the boy was in his backyard inside a large cardboard box serving as play fort.  The box once had a washing machine inside it but now had Danny K and his friend, Johnny Simpe.  Danny’s head was out of the bottom of the box where a hole had been cut; he was looking around—grinning, blushing, and experiencing the best pleasure he had ever known in his years.  The reason?  His pants and undies were down and his best friend was sucking his dick.
	Johnny Simpe didn’t have his pants and undies down—he was naked!
	After a little time the boys switched.

	Cocksucking was all those two enjoyed; Eddie Kyss and Faron Vrock had gone from cocksucking to anal plunging; this after witnessing Eddie’s older teenage brother doing same with his best friend.  The young boys were natural curious and found some pleasure from sucking dick—not into rim jobbing but stuffing the backdoor with their dick was ok.
	Kale Kalab had morning wood—afternoon wood—evening wood.  He found playing with his woody was ok, humping his bed was better.  He had been caught by his Mom who freaked out—she ratted him out to his Dad who promptly beat his ass scaring the boy for the rest of his life.
	And Zeke Zucker.  

	Zeke Zucker had been scared in his young life, too.  As a boy he had lived in the city.  There were friends, his age, older, younger, and boy.  But there were some girls he liked to hang with, too—same deal; older, younger, and just right.  He didn’t remember how it happened—only that it did.  Vaguely he remembered being with Myra Carlgrove and Jeanette Puckett.
	Myra and Jeanette were buds, best buds from way back—encountering Zeke when he had just turned twelve.  It was his birthday and no one at his home remembered.  So he was a little bummed out and wandering the streets of the city on his own.  There were six siblings at the Zucker household, four of them were younger than himself.  Sitting at Zeke Zoom’s Place having supposed birthday pie, he caught the attention of Myra and Jeanette.  Zeke liked coming to Zeke Zoom’s place, good food—mostly deserts, outdoor eating in the heart of the city, and ‘cause Zeke shared the same name as Zeke Zoom—Zeke Zucker got his fare half price or less!  Depending on Zeke Zoom’s mood that day—which was usually good.   
 	When Zeke Zoom saw his namesake looking glum and learning that it was his forgotten birthday—the double chocolate birthday pie with ice cream, sprinkles, ice cream donut, and large drink was On the House.  That helped.  But Zeke was still bummed.  
	Zeke was twelve (just turned twelve) and midway thru the 5th grade.
	Myra and Jeanette were fourteen and midway thru the 8th grade.  
	The school they went to was Emerson Levitt Middle School, P.S. 12 Downtown.  It was a large school comprising the middle grades 4rth thru 8th.  On occasion, Myra and Jeanette crossed paths with Zeke.  The girls didn’t know his name and he didn’t know them—but they had seen one another so the proverbial ice was broken with,
	“Hey, don’t I know you?”
	“Aren’t you from our school?”
	Zeke somewhat illuminated and nodded his head.  The girls looked on to the birthday fare.
	“Somebody’s birthday?” Myra surmised.
	“Yeah,” Zeke said a little less enthused than he should be.  “Mine.”
	“Oh,” said Jeanette, “so you’ve gotten here before everyone else--”
	“Yeah, scarfing down his treat so he can get another one--”
	“No one’s coming.” Zeke said a little pissed off.
	“What?” Myra asked.
	“They forgot.” Zeke sat staring blankly at his half eaten birthday pie (not cake—pie).
	“Oh, wow.” said Myra suddenly feeling sorry for the boy. 
	“Well, hell,” snickered Jeanette (who was more street wise) “we’re here--”
	“Yeah!” said Myra picking up on the cue, “We’re here, we’ll give you a party!” her exuberance enlightened the birthday boy and when Mr. Zoom came out to see what the commotion was was delighted that his namesake was less glum.  And be damned the profits!  He added drinks for the ladies, ice cream donuts, too!
	Afterwards, the girls took the birthday boy who was less glum to the pizzeria.  Not so much for pizza but for the arcade section.  Playing videos, darts, air hockey, and riding bumper cars in a small race course made Zeke’s day.
	There was more to cum.
	That part was what he remembered.  Sometime after leaving the pizzeria/arcade and there was a blank spot ‘for the next thing he knew he and the girls were someplace unknown.
	There was paneling on the walls with what looked like a very furry orange snake twisting about a curtain rod—but there was no curtain—just the paneled wall.  
	No windows and no doors, either.
	The carpeting was a weird color assortment of orange and brown, deep and thick, too.  A strange to odd smell or odor was about the room—there was no furniture but there was the girls.
	At first it was thought that the girls were tied up—they weren’t.  They were on their knees, hands to their sides.  Zeke was spaced back from the girls, facing them, also on his knees.
	A little bit of time passed, then;
	The presence of a man was with them.  Had he always been there?
	Zeke sort of remembered the man as kind of tall, dark hair, dark eyes.  He thought the man, too, wore Safari clothing; no shoes or hat, though.  After a little more time with the man’s presence he said, 
	“Some ground rules before we begin,”
	“Begin what?” Myra interrupted.  The man shot her an angry look and Myra clammed up wishing she had clammed up before speaking out.
	“No talking, One.”
	“Got it.” said Myra.
	The man cocked his head and hid the smile of “what the fuck did I just say?”  Myra smiled back realizing that she didn’t get it.
	“Do as you are told—or you will be punished, two.”
	“Punished?” queried Myra, again not realizing Rule One.
	“Spanking, hard and severe.” Stated the man flaring his nostrils and glaring down the girl who was oblivious to the First Rule.	
	“Don’t piss me off, three.”
	Myra didn’t speak out but nodded her head slowly that she understood.
	“Good.” said the man flatly; he sighed, farted, then turned to the lone boy,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Zeke gulped.  “Sonofabitch!” he said gawkingly to no one in particular, just stating a harrowing statement of wow.
	“Take ‘em off, or take a spanking.”
	Tough call.
	Zeke thought about it.  How hard would the spanking be?  Then he figured he would have to take his clothes anyways.  As he thought, the man suddenly had a belt in his hand.  Zeke looked a little petrified and began to pale—he had never been struck by a belt.  The worst was with a two-inch wide construction stick his Dad and used on his ass—but the last beating was about a year or so ago.
	The girls were on their knees—equally petrified and deeply concerned.  They were shoulder to shoulder, clutching hands, terrified.  Zeke looked to them for help—‘what to do—what to do!?’
	“Get naked--,” said the man interrupting the boy’s thoughts, “or get belted.”
	Pure and simple.
	Zeke licked his lips one more time then pulled off his shirt.

	Once naked, young birthday boy, Zeke, stood wavering between freaked out frightened and confused and wow.  There, too, was wonderment of—what’s gonna happen next?
	Next; the man was at an angle to Jeanette and was whispering to her invasive Q&A.  Jeanette was horrified and sat stunned unable to contribute an answer.
	Suddenly the belt the man had smacked HARD against her ass.  The pretty eyes of blue bulged even more than they were just being shocked.  She moved her hands to her ass and was sternly told to put her hands back.  Another swat that jolted not only the girl being abused but her two companions.  Jeanette clenched and struggled with being pissed off, frightened the fuck out, and hurt.
	“Answer my questions or it gets worse.” seethed the man in her ear.
	How much “worse” could it get?
	Jeanette didn’t want to know—she was willing to fork over any info the sonofabitch wanted.
	“Virgin?” he whispered.
	Jeanette felt sick to her stomach, her ass was burning, and she knew before it was over she would be raped—or worse.  At first she shook her head, then nodded, then confused herself and just sat still.  The man smile, and asked again, “Virgin?  Yes—No?”
	Jeanette was still unfortunately confused; she blinked her pretty eyes and struggled trying to answer.  The sonofabitch man continued to smile—but landed a hard smack to the girl’s ass saying, “it’s gonna get a lot worse if you don’t fucking answer me straight.”
	“I’m trying!” wailed the frightened teen.
	“You’re not trying hard enough—it’s a simple fucking question, “are you a virgin?”  Yes—or No?”
	“No.” Jeanette finally managed to answer.
	“Now,” said the sonofabitch man, “that’s better.” He caressed Jeanette’s ass, “wasn’t that a lot better than being punished?”
	Jeanette nodded.  The sonofabitch man leaned in to whisper directly in her ear, “do that again and this belt will be kissing you bare ass!”
	Jeanette lost control of her bladder at that point.
	The Q&A continued.
	“More than one boy?”

	Jeanette had to pause to think clearly, she shook her head whispering, “one boy.”  The sonofabitch man, nodded and noted that it wasn’t so much of answering truthfully for the sonofabitch man as it was answering truthfully in the presence of her friends.  The man smiled and repositioned himself putting himself between the girls at an angle.  
	The questioning continued with Jeanette enlightening the man with knowledge of her sexual exploits—one boy multiple times.  Frequent masturbator; caught once by Dad—he was embarrassed (walked in on her when she was twelve and never did again and practically avoided her for days thereafter.)
	Jeanette had gotten fucked by the one boy on her twelfth birthday; but she had been fingering herself long before then.  She had only recently began sucking that same boy but the door was closed for any backdoor activity.
	Myra.
	Myra Carlgrove seemed nervous—she had heard some of the questioning and knew her turn was next.  She also had foresight to know that something sexual was likely to happen—their young friend Zeke was naked for one.  It was assumed that the man would be involved in some way and suddenly—suddenly—Myra had to go to the bathroom.
	At the tender age of ten she had gotten herself in a “closet” with another boy at a boy/girl party.  First there had been the Spin-the-Bottle where as the Spinner (boy) would spin a bottle and where the top aimed at he and she got to firstly kiss and make-out followed by “in the closet” whereupon serious making out would ensue.  That included getting naked or partially naked; oral, anal, or out and out doing the horizontal bop while the rest of the partygoers waited (and listened) outside the door.
	In the closet—Myra up until then had only been “a little naughty”; mostly that was fingering herself, spanking herself, and kissing.  Oh, and there was masturbating a boy, sucking a boy’s dick, and skinny dipping with boys.  Not the same boy, either.  So bare butt touching bare butt in the closet wasn’t a big deal—a little embarrassing but that was ok.  The boy she was in the closet with was nice, they knew each other—and then some.
	Back to back they pulled their own pants down—along with their undies.  Then their hands began to explore what could be explored before turning around.  It was kind of odd and a little weird—no light, in a closet of a party that shouldn’t be, and with a boy.  Up until then—Myra WAS a virgin.  Giving head was not sex—not according to the President of the US.  Handjobs?  Not sex.  Fingering self?  Not sex.  She hadn’t taken it up the ass yet, either.  Yet.
	After some caressing, butt rubbing, and at least two minutes into their allotted ten minutes, the two turned around.  Paul Schmocker had a nice average ten year old boy dick—he WAS almost eleven (in four months.)  Myra would be eleven in six months.  Myra’s hand went right to the boy’s dick, stroked it, squeezed it, and loved it.
	Something compelled her and she went to her knees.  By then her eyes had adjusted and she didn’t think of any cumming consequences—tugging the thingy back tightly she pressed her lips to the glistening knob then took the head into her mouth.  One hand clutched his nearly hairless testicles, the other kept the skin flute tightly pulled.
	She was midway down on the pud when she heard lots of giggling, whispering, and heard the clasp on the closet door that was under the stairs.  The door suddenly was flung open but the party guest were disappointed to see Myra and Paul standing back to back and not naked like they expected.
	Myra realized after that she didn’t know Paul well enough to do what she had done and that the little twerp could easily spill to his friends, bathroom wall, bus stop.  Luckily, though, he didn’t.  After the spur of the moment party the boy walked her home—
	On the door was a note for Myra:
	“Sorry dear, emergency at hospital  help self to pizza  coupon in cookie jar along with money  love  Mom”
	Myra was an only child and had only one parent—Mom, the doctor.
	Being summer type time the day was still young although it was late.
	“Wanna come in?” Myra had said slyly.  The boy did; she ordered pizza and they settled in the living room to play video games until the pizza arrived.  After the pizza they sat talking in the breakfast area—Myra and her Mom had lived in a downtown apartment; then, after the divorce Myra and her Mom moved to the condo and liked it a lot better.
	Myra gave the boy the grand tour—including a stop off in the bathroom where the door was left open with Paul lingering outside also in need to pee.  He peeked in and there was Myra—sitting on the toilet, pants and undies at her ankles—grinning.
	Young Paul was sheepish and continued to linger just outside the door peeking in.  Eventually he stepped inside the bathroom and Myra unzipped his pants and got out his throbbing rock hard cock.  Quickly she jerked it, squeezed it—admired it.  Though she was young, ten yrs, she was way beyond her years.  Once more she kissed the prong and then sucked it.
	And from sucking to taking a shower—together.  The kids stripped off their clothes and into the shower they went.  Myra was still all kinds of giggly while horndog Paul was still blushing (and hard.)

	In the shower and young Paul peed on Myra.  They lathered one another up and there was almost—ALMOST backdoor banditry but Myra had never had backdoor intrusion and Paul’s dick just wasn’t strong enough.  That was ok, they engaged in the normal form of togetherness and that seemed to work out just as good.
	And since it was in a shower in progress the first time for the two of them went well—there was discomfort on Myra’s part and neither were grossed out by the blood from Myra’s cunt—the shower washed it away and they did it again on the bathroom floor.
	The act remained resolute in Myra’s mind—she saw it so clearly; their naked bodies entwined; Paul’s prong invading her cunt; pleasures unknown suddenly erupting into a glorious cacophony that excelled all zones of pleasure the young girl had yet to experience.
	When she got a little older—
	Failing a class, any class, meant for certain Summer School.  At the time, Mom and Dad were together but having troubles with their marriage and Myra just thought if they could have one good summer vacation together it would all smooth over.  She was wrong, of course, but didn’t know that for future reference.  
	Once out of all the options available to her, scholastically speaking, Myra was in a spot.  Mr. Cullins was nice and gave her plenty of opportunities to pass his class; but the extra curricular assignments, extra credit, and schmoozing just didn’t help.  
	There was, though, another option.  When a fellow friend learned of Myra’s problem she parlayed certain intricate information to her that would virtually guarantee her a passing grade and no Summer school.  Myra was all for it—although it had a slight compromising drawback.  But the 7th grader was willing—and so was Mr. Cullins!
	The extra-extra curricular activity was for Myra to come to the Teacher-of-the-Year award winner three times running.  The man had been teaching 20 years, married, kids of his own.  But for students in his class who were on the verge of failing and did not want to spend their precious Summer time in Summer School—there was a personal and private option available.
	Most of that peculiar session was blotted from Myra’s mind; she only remembered being up against his desk grinding side to side with the biology instructor caressing her ass.  She tried relentlessly to stop clenching; there were other emotions filling her within and without—she wasn’t a slut and had had sexual relations with more than one boy—and once with two boys at the same time (one in her mouth and the other in her cock hungry cunt.)

	While drunk with another girlfriend other than Jeanette, Myra had had sex with a dog.  That was pretty much blotted out of her mind, too.  There was an image of her in a bathtub with a young-young boy.  She didn’t know who he was or even if he (the image) was real.
	After Mr. Cullins had had his fill of feeling—Myra undone her pants and down they came.  Another round of “feeling” ensued.  She tried and tried and tried not to clench herself and be more loose and calm.  She tried but clenched up just the same.
	Eventually the biology instructor tugged down her panties.
	It was one thing to be naughty with various boys in various ways, but with her own teacher?  That seemed a bit much.  But she had an agenda to save her parents’ marriage—and she couldn’t do that sitting in Summer School.  
	The man was gentle and took his time, though; in his closed classroom after normal class sessions.  In the security window was a paper sign with the words “TESTING N PROGRESS  PLEASE  DO NOT DISTURB”  Janitors understood the message and would not barge in.  It wasn’t the safest or secure place to do hijinks but whatever.
	Mr. Cullins wasn’t a bad looking man, just in his 40s or something ergo he was “old.”  He had good hair, dressed nice, and did his best to help students who “just didn’t get it.”  Regardless, Myra “just didn’t get it” so she submitted herself to degradation in order to help her family.  Cullins smoothed his hands all over the girl’s ass, patted it and pulled her across his lap where he administered a couple of hard swift swats—then it was back to more caressing and anal exploration.
	--followed by vaginal exploration.
	By then, the 40ish year old man had a serious hard-on.  Myra stepped out of her pants and panties, pulled off her green top and unhooked her bra to stand stark raving naked before the man who had merely hauled out his cock out of his dark blue slacks.
	The thirteen year old stared at the manly cock, shook her head once, twice, and then went to her knees to take the cock, examine it, admire it, then proceed with the sucking.
	She sucked and sucked and Mr. Cullins reeled and reeled.
	A great quantity of man juice flooded into her mouth minutes later.
	Cullins gave a mighty wash of pleasure—along with a mighty wash of cum into the 7th grader’s mouth.  He leaned against the chalkboard rail manipulating his pud; it still squirted some juice onto her fresh naked body and that just pleased the man all the more.

	On the desk and Myra was further taken into indignity; Cullins “went down” on her driving his tongue into her cunt up until that time was Myra’s first time.  None of the five boys prior to then had eaten her out.  She liked it!  A lot!
	The butt plunging, though, she could do without.
	On her back, after being successfully eaten out, Myra pulled her legs back holding them at the knees while Cullins poked and prodded her asshole with his freshly hardened dick.  It was evident by expert cunt busting eye that Myra was no virgin.  But her asshole was a different story.
	Cullins dragged his manly dick up and down the girl’s crack, glided it against her cunt and sunk it inward for a serious thrusting lasting almost five minutes.  He didn’t cum (luckily) and pulled out jamming his erection into Myra’s asshole.
	Her eyes bulged, she couldn’t help but clench and thought her scrunchie was spinning on the back of her head.  The man was gentle and didn’t just jam his rod straight in—he took time but there was a deliberance, a determination of anal plunging to beat all.
	Four minutes into the backdoor deed and the man did cum.
	He was pretty exhausted by then and slumped into his chair.
	Myra dressed and rushed to the school gym for a shower.  She threw up in the shower and it seemed that no amount of lathering and rinsing would wash off the disgust she had submitted herself to.  When she finally had washed all she could stand she went out to find security and janitors and emergency personnel swarming all over the building she had just cum from.
	“What’s going on?” she asked of friendly janitor.
	“Looks like ole Mr. Cullins has taught his last class!”
	“WHAT!?”
	Yep, and what an evening news story, too; teacher of the year found in his classroom, pants at his ankles, “dirt” on his manhood, dead-dead-dead.
	Well, son-of-a-bitch!
	Despite her efforts, degradation, and regardless of the loss of a beloved instructor—Myra had to spend some precious Summer off time in Summer School.  That was ok, Jeanette was there (and some boys, too!)

	“Take off your clothes.”
	“Goddamn it,” Jeanette bitched, “I knew it.”
	The sonofabitch man smiled and sat back to watch the girls undress.	
	That was followed by Jeanette going down to suck on the birthday boy.  She followed thru but was hesitant—it was just embarrassing considering the circumstances.

	Jeanette had blond hair—not a true blond but honey-like with brown roots.  A sweet face, long narrow chin, good features all around, and street wise.  She was outgoing, friendly but reserved; tomboy and not so much into dresses but ok with some skirt outfits.  She was half a head taller than her best friend and she dreamed of getting banged by several young boys at once.
	Hmmm
	Myra had dark hair, wavy and long; smaller breasts than Jeanette, smaller body, and equally tomboyish but had no problem with dress outfits.  The girl was very outgoing, a little more friendlier, a lot more curious.  She had just a small strip of pubes on her cunt and had had on bikini panties whereas Jeanette’s undies were simple high cut.
	The girls looked good naked—very good.  Nice, young, fresh, with good size, beautiful faces, and young.  Jeanette worked nicely on the naked Zeke, clutching his nuggets and caressing his ass.  It was noticed that Myra sitting nakedly on her knees not so much watching her friend suck the birthday boy but glancing at Jeanette’s ass!
	Jeanette was repositioned—laying on her back, legs open.  The man looked her over, smiling big as he focused on her young teenage breasts and then her trimmed cunt.  A little bit of cum was oozing from Zeke’s schlong, he had cum off in Jeanette’s amazing cocksucking mouth; he stood wavering some, reeling in the awesome blowjob.
	After a couple of minutes or so, Zeke was directed to sit on Jeanette, right on her chest with his pud in her mouth—again.  A couple of minutes of this and the boy scooted back slipping his slicked up slobbered on schlong into the girl’s cock hungry cunt.
	After Zeke “got going”, 
	“Sit on her face.”
	Myra was firstly shocked—Jeanette even more so.  The belt snapped in the air causing them all to jerk.  Myra positioned herself on her friend’s face and tried to hide her emotions; they were mixed emotions confusing and confounding the girl—but enlightening the sonofabitch man.
	Jeanette began licking out Myra’s cunt—something she sorta-kinda always had wanted to do.  The sonofabitch man clutched the girl’s piss soaked panties and after Zeke had cum off in Jeanette’s snatch had him pull out and hump the girl’s gash—then it was Myra’s turn to slurp on the boy’s dick.  She made some faces but that was ok; the sonofabitch man caressed Myra’s ass, spanked (no belt) and fingered her hole.

	Zeke came again—Myra coughed, sputtered, gagged, and spat out most of the goo.  The sonofabitch landed the belt to her ass once—twice-three times before getting directly behind her poking her asshole and driving inward.  The girl fussed, clenched tightly but was dramatically sodomized just the same.
	It did take a little time to make the anal muscles give in—Myra didn’t take dick up the ass all that often (like maybe that one time...)  She drove items up her ass just to gather what it would be like to be taken in the backdoor but hadn’t received a schlong on a regular basis.  Mr. Cullins had rammed his rod into her and since then—that had been the only one.
	The sonofabitch man was nude.  When he had gotten to the state of nude no one knew, but he was nude and his cock was borrowing itself into Myra’s cornhole.  He was deliberate in his banditry but gentle, too.  Jeanette continued to lick out her friend’s cunt while Myra kept sucking on Zeke’s bewildered dick.
	When the man (sonofabitch man) had finally cum several minutes into the deed—he made a mighty sound stating extreme satisfaction.
	“FUCK!  SHEEEEEE-IT!  YEAH!  YAH!  SWEET SORRY SON-OF-BITCH! FUCK! YEAH!”
	 The man pounded the girl’s funk hole furiously driving virtually every inch of his manly manhood into her anal tract depositing a massive pent up wad coating the waiting turd therein.  Then he pulled out and continued to expel great amazing quantities of man cum.
	Jeanette’s new task was to lick her friend’s fresh fucked funk hole clean.  The man applied the belt to Myra’s ass, thighs, and once across the back.  Myra wasn’t so much into being spanked—she did but had limits.  Jeanette, however, liked being spanked.  So, after a time, and Myra begging “NO MORE!  PLEASE!  NO MORE!” she took Jeanette’s legs back pinning them under her arms.  The man caressed Jeanette’s ass, fingered her lovely young teenage pussy and then fingered her hole.  Young Zeke Zucker sat off at an angle watching—still with a hard-on.
	One smack, two smacks, three smacks, SIX!
	Six hard beltings to Jeanette’s ass and she had taken all she could.
	The belt was cast away and the naked sonofabitch man eased into her cunt—Myra was still there holding her friend’s legs back still.  She sucked the man’s cock prior to insertion—then when it popped out she sucked it some more.  She even sucked it when it went into Jeanette’s poop chute!
	It was quite a sight and a mindblower for all of them.

	There was a Round Two; Round One ended with rivers of cum oozing out of the girls—pussy, asshole, and mouth—supplied by Zeke the birthday boy and the sonofabitch man whose name was found on a college class ring.
	“August?” Myra asked.
	The man, August, smiled and nodded.  Nothing more.  They smoked some pot, had some sodas, and that was that (for Round One.)
	
Round Two:
	“I have to pee.” then, “Mister?  Mister?  I have to go.”
	A brand new morning; a little hungover—self induced.  The gang realized that they were in a van—as the man, sonofabitch man named after the 8th month, opened the sliding door (8th month, on the 8th day, on the 8th hour in the morning type time.)  Some co-winky-dink, huh?
	Fresh air filled the interior of the van—replacing the funk that hung lifelessly within.  It was morning, there was dirt and a huge field of wildflowers, weeds, some jutting boulders to upset the grandeur of the visual, and thick woods at the far end.
	Myra had to pee—badly.  The others were also in need and one of them farted (and it wasn’t Zeke!)  Gravel there was beneath their bare feet, the scent of the air was heavy with the field of wildflowers and weeds.  There was a two-lane country road on the other side of the dull gray van; a windmill on the other side of the road; a barbed wire fence was there, too; along with some moo-moos wandering about.
	Anyways, while Myra stood up, rubbing her butt as the new sun warmed her fine nude fourteen year old body.  The sonofabitch man known as August checked the girl—she had nice hair, a nice pair of delicious titties, and a fine-fine cunt.
	“Spread your legs and pee.” he told her.
	Myra didn’t hesitate but spread her stance and let the gravity effect take over.  Jeanette was on her hands and knees, August behind her.  Her legs were spread wide, too.  And as she began to pee—the man pissed on her clenching asshole.
	When Myra had finished peeing—Zeke came up to her and peed on her pussy—thereafter the girl stroked his schlong then loved on it.  August poked Jeanette’s asshole, fingering it, probing intently, then stabbing the hole with his cock.  Myra had gone to her knees and not only sucked Zeke’s cock rubbed the dong all over her face, masturbated it—as she herself masturbated, then turned around (as commanded to do so by August) and took the birthday plus one day boy’s dick to her ass.

*

	Zeke Zucker’s mind filled to capacity of those memories from long ago; his hand caressed the bare ass of Hadji Badher but only barely aware.  He was a full blown adult, he had deep issues about what had happened in the van with the girls.
	The girls.
	Myra and Jeanette.
	After a day of fucking, sucking, peeing on each other; mutual masturbating, kissing, rim jobs, and being reamed in the ass by their kidnapper—they were returned to the city and Zeke never saw the girls again.  He kinda-sorta wanted to, too.  He wasn’t sure, though, if it was just to touch bases—or touch them!
	After a time of caressing the Indian boy’s ass and grown up Zeke Zucker stood the naked twelve year old up and pulled him onto his lap.  The boy seemed very mindless; blinked his eyes, and remained mindless all the while his Scout Master’s cock went sailing into his asshole.
	With his hands on the boy’s hips, and his cock in the boy’s asshole, Zeke humped a good hump with his mind wandering all over the memory field of when he had been with the sonofabitch man called August and the girls, Myra and Jeannette.
	Not far away—
	Scout Master Heather Humpsalott laid her hand to Adel Adeline’s bare ass.  Not hard, but it brought the lily white ass of the thirteen year old a new color.  Like her counterpart, Heather’s mind was blanked out and barely aware of what she was doing and what was going on.  A sudden image bursted into her mind—the office of a former boss, Jonathan Dumass.  He was a congenial man, nice, very smart, and also conniving.
	Heather knew that someday she would be caught—and she was right.
	Dumass (Do-mass) called her into his office on the 9th floor of the 30 floor downtown office building where they worked.  Heather was an accountant, she worked on a team who provided “ideas” to keep the company running, and was an organizer of company functions.  Jonathan Dumass (also pronounced “dumb-ass”) wasted no bones about,
	“You’ve been found out!” he said.  He was not too tall, Jonathan Dumass, in his late forties he still retained some young appeal, too.  Hazel eyes, a little graying at the temples, average weight for his height and age group.

	Heather braced herself—since she had started shuffling “excess” funds from the company’s account she knew that someday it would be found out.  Jonathan Dumass flopped down a packet of files saying,
	“Seems you’ve been very busy.”  Greedy and careless more like it.
	Heather sighed—embezzlement; that was going to be a toughie to swallow.  Would she go to jail?  She knew that for certain she was going to be fired—no escaping that one.  No pension, 401, nothing but a boot to the head.  How could she be so stupid!?  But since finding the “excess” company funds (the company had a policy of “rounding” up digits; like if an employee earned $350.22, the twenty-two cents would “round”.  If lower than fifty cents then the employee got fucked out of twenty-two cents.  If the employee had $350.51 cents, then the employee got rounded up to $351.)
	So what happened to the “cents” that got eliminated?
	The “company” absorbed them.
	Correction, Heather “absorbed” them after she caught on.
	And after a year of “absorbing” she had nested quite a little nest egg.  Part of the nest was shuffled to a personal account and the rest casually shuttled into her family account along with her regular paycheck.  It was the latter that got her nailed.
	She was a prominent member of her church.
	Second-in-command of the girl scout troop she belonged to.
	On the council committee to prevent wayward teens to go wayward.
	Proud member of the PTA.
	A prolific writer of children’s books at her church.
	A wife, mother, several charge cards, couple of credit cards, a nice apartment, and so on.  What a blow it would be to be caught doing wrong.  Her family, friends, co-workers—it would be a tough thing to deal with.  Very tough.  But having excess money—it was a draw she couldn’t ignore.
	“Very disappointed in you, Heather.” Chastised Mr. Dumass.  “Very few employees in this company I can depend on—and now one less!” he sat on the corner of his desk, three-piece business suit, gold glasses; class ring from a prominent Ivy League school, another ring of some cult/organization proudly on his fingers along with wedding ring.
	“I’m sorry, Mr. Dumass,” Heather said trying not to choke and break down being a pitiful employee about to get herself canned, “it wont happen again.”
	Jonathan Dumass chuckled a snicker, “That’s a good one.”  then,
	Picking up one of the half dozen packet files he thumbed thru the many papers contained within,

	“Nine thousand in the past six months.”  He seemed to be hiding a smile; in a way—he applauded Heather’s initiative and sneakiness.
	“Thirty-six thousand just wasn’t enough, eh?”
	Husband Hank made $50,000 a year; it helped with the two cars, three kids, and a nice apartment downtown.  Heather’s $36,000 helped with insurances, nice downtown apartment furnishings, and the ever popular vacation account.
	There wasn’t anything Heather could say or do—her ass was canned.
	Mr. Dumass seemed to be thinking, though; he held the packet file in hand then placed it back on the desk.
	“The thing that bother’s me most, Heather, is the trust.”
	Yep, that was a biggie.  Heather got onto her children for the same thing—trust.  Her oldest, Stephanie, had just turned thirteen and was a very trying child—trying her best to be older and someone she was not.  Getting caught in make-up, jewelry, fake I.D. at the theatre in the mall was a biggie and a deep conversation of “trust” was thrown about.
	“I’ll do anything,” Heather began to plead, “I’ll-I’ll pay it back, I’ll-I’ll work overtime—no charge.  Anything—I’ll do anything.”
	Funny you should mention that.
	Dumass straightened up his posture, flared his nostrils simulating a man who was thinking.
	“Anything?” he queried.
	Heather saw a sudden ray of hope.  
	“Take off your clothes.” he said simply. 
	Heather blinked her eyes, “What?”
	Jonathan smiled, sat coolly, hands folded on his lap, nonchalant-lke.
	“Take off your clothes.” Jonathan repeated.
	Heather hesitated.  This was new—and unexpected.  Licking her lips nervously, she debated with herself while her fingers fiddled with the green button to her snappy green dress/skirt outfit.
	Jonathan picked up the packet of files again, “Nine thousand.” He said and dropped them onto the floor.  Picking up another file he glanced at it and dropped it on the floor—the contents spilling out from the impact.
	“Thirteen thousand!” he said.
	“Seventeen thousand!” he said as he dropped another packet.
	“Your first year,” he continued holding up the thickest packet of files, “Twenty-thousand.” He wavered the packet and then tossed it onto the floor with the others.  
	“Fifty thousand in all.”

	Heather was sweating and her thirty-something year old mind was blanking.  This was bad—real bad.
	“Embezzlement is a strong felony, Heather, you’re looking at twenty years, good behavior—out in ten.” He was serious for a moment as he spoke, then,
	“Can you handle ten years in prison?”
	That would be a No.  She shook her head and Dumass nodded,
	“Then the solution is simple, Heather,” he continued to nod his head and keep his eyes on the young woman repeating, “take off your clothes.”
	Prison.  The solution was simple.
	The Humpsalott family had gone to the Grand Canyon, Yosemite, Alaska, Canada, boating in the Gulf, Orlando, Florida—all on the funds she had snuck into her greedy hands.  A new car.  New furnishings.  Fattening the girls’ college funds; acquiring a new credit card.
	And it would all come crashing once she went to prison.
	Prison!
	Heather couldn’t imagine.  It was breath bashing.  No, she wouldn’t be able to “handle” life in prison—1 yr or ten years.  She gave it no further thought and once the top buttons were undone enough she pulled off the garment and stood a moment in her underwear—then removed those, too.
	Dumass never moved from his desk but kept nodding his head all the while employee stripped to her skin.  Then he beckoned her to come to him; when she did she was positioned to lay across his lap whereupon there was no hesitation from Jonathan and he began spanking her—hard!
	The first few “swats” were ignored—Heather was just too boggled to believe or even understand what was happening.  She was NUDE!  She had taken off ALL of her clothes and was being spanked—by her Boss!  That was unheard of.  It probably happened more often than not but it was unheard of just the same.
	But she couldn’t go to jail.
	She had a family.
	She had a position in the community.
	It would ruin her, her family, her name, everything.
	Slowly she began to feel the swatting.  She clenched, she wriggled, fussed, and cried out as the intensity of the smacking began to become a bit much.  She wasn’t even spanked by her husband!
	Then the spanking stopped and she was stood upright.
	“I don’t think I got my fifty thousand compensation.” Dumass stated; he held her hand looking over her nakedness—eyeing mostly her breasts and fuckable cunt.

	What happened next was a bit of a mind blower—one that both faded in and out of her psyche since the occurrence.  And that was positioned up against the desk (with Mr. Dumass behind her.)  Heather locked eyes on a company photo—and there she was in the back row.  There, too, was a family photo; the wife and four kids; another photo of grandchildren.  For some reason her mind fell to Kaliegh and Molly; Dumass’ girls.  Kaliegh was an adult in the photo, attending a university and for some reason—for some reason—Heather saw her naked.
	It was unexplainable.  It was incredible.  It made Heather shut her eyes tight—why had she thought of the young adult naked?  She shook her head trying to toss away the image but it wouldn’t go.  There were deep seeded psychological mishaps lodged DEEP in Heather’s mind; she was not gay, not homosexual, not lesbian (per se) BUT found young adult women very enticing.  (but she wasn’t gay)
	Heather also found the image of Molly naked in her mind, too.
	More deep seeded psychological mishaps thrashed about in her mindl young teens, girls from thirteen to nineteen, preteens, eleven and ten year olds—all filled her mind to capacity.  Heather suddenly imagined herself NAKED among them all in a school gym having a group shower.
	Suddenly her mind was obliterated by the mighty presence of something even more dramatic than inappropriate thoughts of girls of mixed ages.  From behind her, Jonathan Dumass was driving his corporate dick into her sex.
	Heather was aghast.  She found herself pinned to the desk twisting and arching but pinned nevertheless.  Into her cunny she felt the man’s manly manhood thrusting into her body—and she found it thrilling!
	Yes, thrilling!
	She was not all that appalled; a little shocked, a little horrified, but overwhelmed by the sheer thrill.  And once more she locked eyes on the family in the photographs and suddenly had torrid thoughts about them.  And before she knew she was cumming.  A tingling sensation erupted in her cunt driving her mad.  She began spanking herself!  She was out of control.  Her entire cunt was on fire and unquenchable.
	After Mr. Dumass got his and Heather definitely got his,
	“I still think you owe me.” he smiled.  The man stood slowly massaging his very manly organ; Heather locked her blue eyes on the glistening prong and found herself on her knees taking the still semi hard hard-on into her mouth.

*

But wait!  There’s more!
	Fifty thousand dollars—she was no where close to being able to pay that back.  She was in a spot—Dumass had her by the cunt hairs; she could charge him with rape, assault, sexual assault, buggery, harassment sure—but he had evidence of her embezzlement actions and that would trump her sex charge against him.
	And besides—it wasn’t all bad.  For one thing—he wasn’t having her pay back the absconded funds.  That only made her realize she was a quasi “whore.”  (but a well paid one!)  Heather was in a spot—and it was to get even more spotted.
	Once to three times a week she was called to Mr. Dumass’ private office—for a spanking and subsequent fuck session.  Heather didn’t actually mind so much but it was just the thing of it—it wasn’t on her own terms.  But then again—it DID excite her!  The spanking and fucking of it somehow thrilled her.  Naturally the act(s) did make her feel a little dirty and remorseful and she harbored thoughts of wishing the man would die—horribly.
	On one particular visit—
	After being spanked and then basically raped from behind and then sodomized while laying on her back on Dumass’ desk pulling her own legs back, the two showered together—and she got boinked in the shower, too, they had drinks.  Dumass seemed cordial, more than usual which put Heather on guard—the old fart was up to something.
	They went to dinner and afterwards he proposed a business deal.
	“Stop by tomorrow and I have a way for you to begin repayment.”
	And all this time she thought her submission sexually to the bastard was payment back enough!  She agreed—she had no choice.  She wasn’t quite prepared for Jonathan Dumass’ “repayment” plan.  After arriving at Dumass’ private office, getting naked and feeling more like a whore than ever, she was surprised (and then some) to find Jonathan introducing her to his thirteen year old son, Anthony.
	Heather immediately was horrified to appalled to shocked.  She shielded herself from the young boy and stared at the smiling man behind him in his three-piece suit.  Dumass whispered to Anthony and the boy began to undress.
	It was a mindblower for Heather.  But there was more to follow to blow her mind—much more.

	On her knees, Heather firstly sucked the teenager.  The boy’s father was right there, watching mostly (and still dressed.)  After Anthony came off in her mouth she laid up against the desk and spanked—by Anthony.  Heather couldn’t believe what was happening but still—still, there was more to come.
	After the spanking—
	She was licked out.
	Heather’s cheeks were spread and a tongue began flicking about her cornhole.  It made her gush and feel very weird.  It was Anthony who was making her feel weird—more weirdness was to follow.
	After the rim jobbing she was mounted.  Heather gripped the desk, peeked back behind her to see that it was the boy humping her ass with his Dad beside him.  Heather couldn’t see rightly but was Jonathan Dumass rubbing against his son’s ass?
	After being righteously sodomized Heather was repositioned on her back on the desk, feet on the very edge.  Young Anthony “went down” on her and Heather slipped into oblivion.  It was just about more than her mind could rightly take.
	After a minute or so of being eaten out by the teenager, the boy slipped his ever hard hard-on into her sex for a full three minute fuck.  A few times during the fuck the two locked eyes—embarrassment caused them to avert their eyes and when the deed was done—
	Heather lay heaving on the desk.  She felt numerous feelings thriving throughout her body; sex with a teenager.  Well, that really wasn’t so bad—it was just the forced situation that was the bitch of it.  Her pussy was on fire—that was a plus, too.
	Rising her head a little she saw Dumass rocking while standing, head tilted back, mouth open, reeling.  He was “reeling” as he was getting sucked on by his son!  Heather about lost it.
	‘Oh my God!’ she said aloud to herself.  Did the man have no fucking morals at all!?  Every inch of his cooperate dick was in his teen son’s mouth, he rocked back and forth, still clad in his suit, just his dick out.  That was another mindblower.
	The next thing she knew—
	Heather herself was sucking off the man while his son once more plugged her from behind.  And while still sucking—the boy behind her removed himself from her ass and got underneath her to once more tongue her snatch box.  Jonathan had yet to cum despite Heather’s best efforts (he was possibly holding back.)  Young Anthony’s tongue wore out so he moved up to where Heather could settle her fiery cunt onto his shaft.

	“Come back tomorrow, will you?” Jonathan said after showering with the man’s son.  Heather felt ill and near faint as she took the elevator down—so much so that half way down she bolted out and took the stairs where on the 5th floor at the fire door she tossed her lunch.
	And she hadn’t even begun the repayment.
	That came the following day.
	The following was pretty much the same as the previous day with the exception of added equipment.  Cameras.  Video cameras.  Heather was a little perplexed—was this blackmail?  
	No.  “Repayment!” Dumass simply said.  “We’re going to make a video.”
	“For personal use?” Heather surmised.
	“No, for profit!”
	Once more Heather degraded herself by undressing.  Young Anthony was there and she undressed him—then serviced his amazing prong all the while the boy’s Dad operated some cameras.  One camera—two cameras—three cameras—four!
	From every angle the degradation of Heather was captured.  As in previous sessions, Heather sucked and was sucked; spanked, sodomized, and royally fucked senseless.  Even after while in the shower the cameras rolled capturing the goings on within there, too.
	Other sessions with cameras rolling had Heather being double teamed by Father and Son; she had heard of two guys doing a girl at the same time—one in front and one behind but had never experienced it personally herself.
	It was weird—but it wasn’t that bad.
	Cocksucking wasn’t her fav but she did it so well!
	Spanking wasn’t her thing but she tolerated it—her mind was confused and found the event a little disturbing.  Her cunny, however, found being spanked by a thirteen year old boy a little invigorating.
	Heather’s mind went into a blur thereafter; another young boy of Jonathan’s was brought in, Barry James.  He was eleven.  Heather performed equally on that boy as much as she had with his brother.  Both boys Double Teamed Heather, spanked her, took her from behind, from front, and spent lots of lip service to her pussy and asshole.
	And somewhere along the way—a girl came along, too.
	She was “Alex”, about fourteen or so.  The niece of Jonathan Dumass.  While the cameras rolled the girl was involved in the private office shenanigans inasmuch as the boys were.  Heather also noted the girl sucking off her uncle, too.

	Heather soon found herself tonguing the new “actress.”  Spanking followed along with pussy pounding, Scissor fucking, and finally kissing.  With her cousins, there was out and out orgy.  Jonathan Dumass filming it all (and selling the completed film to horny buyers interested in such films.)

	Heather sighed.  Her mind was filled to utter capacity with images of those days long ago.  Her hand smoothed over the bare ass of Adel Adeline, her thirteen year old girl scout who was her prize student.  Her mind was mostly blank—tucked away in a corner of her mind was a dark cloud.  It wasn’t frightened, it wasn’t even something to be feared.  It was an “incident” that occurred months after her first time in Mr. Dumass’ office.
	Coming up pregnant was the kicker.  Not knowing for sure if it was from hubby, or one of the extra dicks invading her snatch put her over the line.  And Jonathan Dumass didn’t make it any easier by having her engage in even more debauchery with even younger boys and girls.  The man kept telling her that she was well on her way to repaying her debt.
	Heather did realize that she didn’t overly have a problem with the sexploits with the boys (or girls).  The acts did sometimes make her feel dirty and then some—but she got over it.  It was the situation perpetuated by Jonathan Dumass that was the bugger of it.
	“So how much more do I have to go in repaying?” Heather finally asked of her boss one day (after a private session with the horny business man.)
	“About forty thousand should do it.” He said politely.
	Heather was floored.  “Forty thousand?” she had thought all her shenanigans with the kids would have surely wiped at least half of her debt.  Dumass was unsympathetic saying “About another year or so.” He said with a smile.
	A rage began to boil in Heather (and you know, it’s just not a good idea to enrage a woman.)

	Not only did Heather Humpsalott know how to skim cooperate funds she also had a smattering knowledge of how to manipulate electronic devices such as those in the security field.  That came in handy as one night after a private session with Dumass, Heather came up to the man as he was in his private office.  He had just lit up his cigar and poured a bourbon—never saw Heather behind him.  She put the 2-liter bottle to his head and pulled the trigger of his own pocket gun he carried in his business suit.

	He stumbled and fell thrashing about madly as shards of a 9mm bullet had decimated the back of his skull.  The plastic bottle hid the noise of the bullet escaping the barrel of the gun and was actually good for another use.  Heather cocked her head and looked on to her boss (former) as he held the back of his head together with his hands.
	Heather kicked him.
	The naked man who made hundreds of thousands of dollars, had not one—not two, but THREE houses PLUS a vacation house in Europe; private plane and a yacht, rolled trying to protect his sensitive man parts and keep his brains in his head.
	Heather removed the plastic bottle trying to keep her wits about her; ‘leave no evidence.’  That was a toughie, but she DID come into the office on a regular basis.  So the next thing was to keep evidence (DNA) off of the man.  Easier said than done.
	Another kick and the man crawled to his desk.
	“Oh no you don’t, you son-of-a-bitch!” and she pushed a plush chair in his way.  Jonathan tried again—seemingly desperate and struggling to maintain consciousness.  Heather kicked him in the side sending him rolling.
	“Payback’s a bitch, aint it, Mr. Dumass?”  another kick and then she rolled another chair in his way grabbing his hair thrusting it against the specially imported Italian desk.  It nearly sent the man to oblivion.  Heather emptied the water pitcher on him—then bashed his head with it.  
	Dumass lay twitching on the floor—the back of his head was a mess and now so was the side of his face.  Heather sighed and kept the handle of the pitcher.
	Then, for a finale, she wrestled the boss man into position putting him on his $20,000 desk.  After a moment to gather herself she shoved the barrel of the 9mm gun into his asshole—and promptly pulled the trigger.  
 	Fade to black…

	Somehow thru the years since Heather had been able to suppress that terrible time.  Although it was not all that bad—the sex with the boys (and girls) had been kind of ok actually.  It had been a traumatic time—and a confusing one.  The fire in the campfire crackled, the air was chilling, and Adel Adeline wriggled on her lap.
	The girl stood up and Heather looked her over.  A sweet girl, a nice girl, a pretty girl.  For thirteen the girl had a nice body, larger boobs than other girls in her age group, and less pubes.  But a fine form and a strange fire once more tickled Heather’s cunt.

Adel Adeline
	Just five years earlier and eight year old Adel had a near-death experience.  A fall from a horse clunked her young noggin rendering her a little mindless (amnesia).  It was tough and go for a little while but she did recover enough to go home with her single Dad.  
	On her first night back at bedtime it was the ritualistic bathroom time, too; brush teeth, brush hair, brush face—er, take bath.  Worried Daddy Ted was right there to help his precious daughter.  That included more than the usual.
	“Arms up!” he said.
	Adel raised her arms and her Daddy lifted off her red frilly top.  She was doing better but her memory was baffled—she didn’t remember her house, toys, and the like but she did remember her Daddy.  Once the top was off, Ted dropped to his knees and undone his daughter’s pants.  That wasn’t so much unusual—he was her Daddy and Daddy’s (single ones especially) often dressed/undressed their young flat chested children.
	Adel had no problem—she had been reserved since coming around in the hospital.  The lack of memory befuddled her—she DID recognize her Daddy almost right off.  He was an indelible presence in her mind while all else was fuzzy.
	The basic white panties came down nextly—Adel was still ok with that.  A little giddy, gassy, and nakedly adorable.  Ted turned on the bath water then stood and stripped off his own clothing while Adel watched.  The young girl’s eyes were attentive to her Daddy’s proudly pronounced prong.  Curiously she cocked her head this way and that—she had never seen one before.
	Ted lovingly stroked his favorite organ, flopped it, waggled it, and coaxed his dear child into holding it.  She wrapped her fingers about the very warm organ, squeezed it and began working it back and forth before being persuaded into kissing it.
	Ted almost came right off when Adel “kissed” the head of his dick.
	And the kissing became more oral pleasure with Adel’s lips going over the bulbous head in essence sucking.  At eight she could only suck so much but that was good enough.  They merged into the bathtub where more Father-Daughter re-relationship took place and continued with more than bathing going within.
	Ted caressed his naked child, patted her ass and drew a finger up her innocent slit.  That led to the girl being pulled onto her Daddy’s lap and they cuddled—with Ted passionately kissing Adel while rubbing earnestly his cock against her sex.

	That night, after the bath, Adel shared the bed with her Daddy.  Naked.  Ted fingered her pussy and humped against her until he finally did soil.  When he did he moved up her young body coaxing her to kiss and suck the cock head again licking clean the spunk laden head to his pleasure.
	It was a beginning.

	Beatrice Bama was also in a more than sublime relationship with her single Daddy; when she herself was a mere eight years young she and her newly single Daddy moved to a city by a bay and took up residence therein.  Beatrice took strides to make new friends and did so with Blaine Sheraton, Gary Venton, and Henry Chang .  Blaine was white—he was so white he was neon white!  Nice boy, family was in the upper middle class; Bea’s Daddy was somewhere a little lower.  Gary was black and Henry was Korean.
	After a time of socializing with the boys a club was formed.  A secret club.  Everything was fine until that fateful day when it was learned by the boys that Bea had told her Daddy about the “secret” club.  The boys were miffed; it didn’t matter that Beatrice’s Daddy was Beatrice’s Daddy and it was a “given” that he should no about everything his child did—a secret was a secret and a broken secret was no longer a secret and grounds for dismissal from the Secret Club.  She was also shunned and for a new person in a big city having friends was a big deal.
	And it was Daddy Tim who had accidentally blabbed about knowing about the Club—so he felt responsible and strove to find a way to make it up to his daughter and her obstinate friends.  Within a couple of days there was a plan.  Daddy Tim called his daughter’s friends and they assembled at the Bama home and were escorted to Beatrice’s bedroom.
	The boys were still upset about the blabbermouth girl and continued to give her the cold shoulder.  Tim explained his position and tried to explain what goes on between Father’s and their children ARE secret and Father’s also always need to know about their children to keep them safe.
	That said maybe—it did little to sway the boys.
	Plan B.
	“Well, how about a little discipline?” Tim asked of the boys.
	The boys one-two-three  looked to one another.
	“Like what?” asked Gary.
	“Glad you asked,” smiled a beaming Tim, “what sort of “discipline” have you gotten from your parents?”
	“I get yelled at.” stated Blaine.

	“I get yelled at, too.” said Henry who rolled his shoulders and looked away while answering.
	Tim looked to Gary, “And you?”
	Gary sighed dejectedly saying, “I get spanked.”
	Tim smiled.  ‘then spanking it is.’
	Beatrice turned about facing the foot of her bed and laid down on it.  She wore at that time a simple green top and simple jeans with pink trim.  As the boys stood perplexed they watched as Beatrice was smacked once—twice—three times by her Daddy.  He smoothed his hand over her ass, squeezed the butt and then stood her up taking her pants down.
	Blaine, Gary, and Henry stared with wide-wide eyes—even Korean boy Henry who had squinty eyes.  None of the boys had sisters, just brothers.  None of the three boys had ever seen a girl in her underwear.
	Beatrice once more laid back down on her bed and the boys were called to come closer.  Tim smoothed his hand over his daughter’s ass, patted it; then coaxed the boys into spanking.
	The boys somewhat readily did so.
	Tim caressed Beatrice’s thigh while Blaine took up first stance and applied his hand to the girl’s panty clad ass.  He wore dress slacks, dress shoes, and a nice blue dress shirt.  His hair was blond, eyes were blue, and he had a major hard-on inside the designer slacks.  He grinned and smacked Beatrice’s ass once-twice-three times before it was Gary’s turn.
	The black boy ‘fessed to getting a bare ass beating from his usually pissed off Dad.  Gary was used to it and got a belting, too, now and then.  He looked casually over Beatrice’s ass; Bea had her hands tucked up under her, clenching her fist and lightly sobbing.
	One smack—two smacks—three smacks—four!  Then it was Henry’s turn.
	Henry ‘fessed to also getting a bare ass smack and recently.  He applied his hand to Beatrice’s ass three times then the girl was stood up by her Daddy, hugged, and her panties blue were pulled down to her ankles.
	A bare ass greeted the boys and they all stared with wide eyed and opened mouths.  The girl’s ass was tomato red.  And it was bare.  Tim caressed it and patted it before she was once more positioned on her bed and another round of spanking ensued.
	The boys were speechless as they laid their hands to their friend’s burning tush.  Beatrice was heard barely—the boys were too enthused with spanking to hear, though.  They each gave four bare hand to bare ass spank before they were subtly told “take off your clothes.”
	“if you take off your clothes,” Tim said, “you can do more than spank.”
	The boys almost eagerly began stripping down.
	There was a gleam in Tim’s eyes, Beatrice had stopped sobbing and lay still, waiting.  Her Daddy caressed her burning butt and looked over the naked boys as if they were some rich chocolate treat.  (and they were, especially Gary!)
	Starting with Blaine, Tim guided the boy to rub his little hard willy against Beatrice’s still bright red bum.  The boy was all kinds of giddy—all kinds!  Tim caressed his little butt and gently glided the boy’s penis to the lovely little target and the boy was more than delighted.
	A few minutes of gliding and it was Gary’s turn followed by Henry.
	Then,
	Beatrice untucked her hands and pulled her own cheeks open.  Lily white boy Blaine went to his knees and while his friends watched in utter awe—put his tongue to Bea’s asshole.  None of the boys knew the simple act was called in adult socials “rim jobbing.”  None of the boys were sexually active (they were eight years old for crying out loud!)  
	While Blaine licked and licked and licked out Beatrice’s crapper, Daddy Tim finger fucked Blaine’s own asshole.  Seemed the thing to do.  None of the other two boys noticed.
	After Gary and Henry took their turns at penis to butt, admiration, and cornholing via tonguing, Beatrice was stood up and turned about.  The boys had something knew to look at—a girl’s pussy.  All three boys had seen girls in swimsuits but never a girl naked.  It was a mindblower.  The boys’ little hard-ons got all the harder.
	Even more so when after Beatrice got out of her clothes completely and on her knees whereas she took Henry’s cock into her mouth and sucked it.  The boys were totally blown—literally.  Beatrice had a unique face, it was long with a semi flat nose, soft blue eyes, and cascading light brown hair.  When she smiled and/or laughed it was intoxicating—one of the qualities the boys liked and admired about the girl.  Of course, naked and sucking their dicks made her all the more admirable.
	And from sucking dick to out and out “gettin’ it on” ensured the girl’s re-admittance to the Secret Club.  Gary got first dibs on mounting.  His little black dingus glided up against Beatrice’s slit with Blaine and Henry looking on closely from behind.  Neither boy, or Gary, either, was aware of Tim’s nakedness or his blatant masturbation OR caressing Gary’s black ass.

	Each boy “got some.”  Each boy rode Beatrice’s cunny—in and out, for several minutes; then, with her legs held back by both herself as well as her Daddy the boys took their turns stuffing her pert asshole, too.
	Daddy Tim rubbed on each boy, too; a little spanking and then some serious grinding of his manly manhood against their lovely young asses.  Afterwards it was Beatrice herself who pushed into the boys’ lovely young asses a candle stick.  Small diameter to begin with with subsequent larger diameter ones to follow.
	The candles were inserted, rotated, pushed in—pulled out, repeat until such a time as when Daddy Tim replaced the candles with his dick.  The boy being buggered either put his mouth full on onto Bea’s cunt or was sucked on by Bea OR had his little puddling in Bea’s cunt.
	That was one session; more were follow.
	And in between those “sessions”; Daddy Tim was very muchly having his way with Beatrice—and she seemed for the most part oblivious and took it as the “norm.”  There were confusing images of going to a friend of her Daddy’s where there were some children there.  Everyone was naked and Beatrice had images of her being with her Daddy’s friend—sucking him, being spanked, peed on in the bathtub, and sucking his dick.
	A dirty blond haired boy of ten or so had a nice body, very tan.  He was lanky, friendly, and Beatrice not only sucked his dick but took him between her legs—and cheeks.  The other children who were there she couldn’t remember nor much of her Daddy’s friend.  They went there a “few times” but really she couldn’t remember just how many times, either.

Carmen Cadette
	Got caught at the tender age of ten masturbating by her Daddy who found the incident embarrassing and avoided her for a couple of days.  Then one evening when she was feeling a little ill from being smacked in the head by a wayward soccer ball, Carmen nestled with her Daddy on the living room sofa watching some movie of one type or another.
	Soon and Carmen’s head slipped down right on her Daddy’s lap. She was partially asleep, tired and sore from the day’s events on the play field.  Suddenly she was mildly aware of her ass being felt out.  She was clad in her long night shirt with no undies.  She was a strange girl and went most times without her panties.  She had boobs but they weren’t much to speak of.
	So anyways, there she was with her head on her Daddy’s lap and his hand on her bare ass.  A little frightened she was; she remained still feigning sleep.  Her Daddy’s other hand moved to her face brushing some hair out of her eyes—basically checking to see her sleep/awake status.

	Satisfied that she WAS asleep—Daddy Will began caressing her ass.  Firstly it was small circles then it was delving down into the crack with a daring finger touching her turd hole.  As soon as he did he struck wood.  Carmen felt the rise against her face and knew that her Daddy had a boner.
	Kids at school—girls mostly, discussed boys and their “boners.”
	There were drawings on the bathroom walls, tv talk, gossip, and health books describing boners, erections, and morning wood.  Carmen had seen wee little boys naked and one, a boy cousin who was five, having a stiffy.  But no one like her Daddy or even her age.  The more her Daddy caressed (and fingered) her the more his boner became pronounced.
	This went on for sometime and couple of things came about—one, Carmen had to pee.  She had to cough and her pussy was “itching” and in need of a good fingering, too.
	Her Daddy’s boner was becoming more and more pronounced, too.
	Carmen didn’t know why—but she wanted to see her Daddy’s dick.
	Getting caught fingering herself she thought would break the ice but somehow it didn’t quite work out.  She waited a minute then began moving her head up and down her Daddy’s proud prong.  It was so hot she could literally feel it burning thru his pants!
	Carmen rubbed her head more and more; her Daddy moved his hand about her ass more and more causing Carmen to hike her knee up.  It was a bold thing to do and for a moment or so there was nothing from her dear Daddy—but then his ass roaming hand moved to rest on her eleven year old cunt with few pubes sprouting.  Her pussy clenched—she had to pee!
	Suddenly, though, her Daddy’s boner was out of his pants!  It was!
	What was a girl to do!?
	With her pretty up on her Daddy’s belly a bit she saw the whole thang.  There it was.  It was HUGE!  The heat from the skin tube radiated—she felt it!  Her eyes were all a-bulge.  With one hand he squeezed his flute at the base while the other hand continued caressing his daughter’s smooth snatch.
	Then Carmen found herself drawn to her Daddy’s tool of splooge and gripped it with her hand.  Her Daddy let out a moan, fluttered his eyes and seemed “ansy”.  Carmen stopped that fidgeting by placing her mouth over the bulbous prong.  It was a bold-rash thing to do but she had heard about it at school.
	It was an eye opener—the “taste” of the pre-cum soiling the top of the cock a little distasteful.  The taste was overshadowed by a new taste that had the young pre-teen baffled.  It was a “slick” taste that reminded her of string cheese!

	Suddenly and Carmen was moved up to be sitting on her Daddy’s lap.  That was ok—she felt his huge prong against her cunt and it was awesome!  They hugged and then kissed.  The hugging was one thing—it was intense and a bit more than the usual Father-Daughter hug.  The kiss, though, that was deep, passionate, and amazing.
	While they kissed—Daddy Will put his hands naturally on Carmen’s ass.  His masterful cock was right there with the soiled head poking her unbuggered asshole.  Carmen’s cunny was tingling and made HER ansy!
	Penetration was eminent.
	Suddenly, though, a car door was heard slamming—Mom was home!
	“Shit!” bitched Will.  Carmen’s eyes bulged and she flew over the back of the sofa and to the hall bathroom; what Daddy Will did was unknown.  Carmen while sitting on the toilet having a wicked pee frigged herself furiously but was only partly satiated.
	Mommy and big sister Carla had come home from work and school.
	It wasn’t until around midnight before Carmen and her Daddy could finish up what they had started on the sofa.  Everyone was asleep and the two could hardly contain themselves.  Back on the sofa they went with Daddy in his pajamas that he slipped off as soon as he sat down.
	Will talked his precious child to “suck.”  She gripped the meaty beefstick, worked it into a tizzy and then sucked on the head before going down a little further.  It grossed her out—she didn’t know why but it just did and she began to gag.  Her Daddy stopped her and pulled her up to once more straddle his waist.  They returned to kissing with Will returning to prodding.
	Actual penetration of cock-to-cunt didn’t take place until two days later, the weekend when Mother/Wife and eldest college daughter went out of town to visit sick relative.  A “list” of chores there was—none of which would get done.  Five minutes after the Wife/Mother and eldest daughter were away and Daddy Will and daughter Carmen were naked—this time, on his bed.
	Will took his time, licking out his daughter’s fresh unfucked but well fingered cunt.  He jammed a finger into her asshole and tantalized her beyond believe with his cunnilingus.  Then he moved up to straddle her chest and coaxed her into once more sucking him.
	That went a little better—the two days between the stint on the sofa and the bedroom and young Carmen had been a busy girl:  a boy who was a friend but not a “boyfriend” let her suck his dick so she knew what it was like.  He “let her” suck his dick? Hmmm

	This same boy also got his dick dirty by going up Carmen’s butt.  Her pussy, however, remained virginal.  Once in the morning on way to school in the bushes—Kyle Kablow got a blowjob.  Whether or not it was his first wasn’t known but the way Carmen put it “I need to know how to suck a guy’s penis” put the young boy not a friend in the mood and in a “not care” sort of way—so long as he got a blowjob.
	At school behind the furtherest baseball bleachers at lunch time the boy got his second suck followed by going up Carmen’s ass.  Whether or not it was his first time up a girl’s butt was also unknown.  He humped a good hump and came off in the girl’s ass and after school behind the cafeteria got another blow and another ass fuck.
	The following day—same thing.
	This paved the way to make it a little easier for Carmen but still—cocksucking was an “acquired” taste.  Took some getting used to.  Taking daddy dick up the ass was also something that would take time.  Her Daddy DID manage to work his magic wand into her asshole cumming off within minutes later.  They showered together and afterwards with his johnny greased up with petroleum jelly fucked her asshole again.
	On her twelfth birthday and when the conditions in the Cadette home were “just right”—and after the birthday party, Carmen was officially laid.  (but of course, once more she took on her non-boyfriend to break her in.)

Darci Dolmite
	English Math Biology History; none of which were Darci’s favorite subjects—and it showed.  Usually “C”s in English with an occasional B when writing a poem or an essay she knew about.  Math, Biology, History?  Forget it, no B’s there and usually C’s to an occasional D.
	When the F’s came in Math and Biology, the thirteen year old had to do something before her parents found out.  So far she had been able to fool them and play them along; but report cards would be mailed home—no longer were students trustworthy enough to escort their own reports home.
	Now, despite having no love of Math and Science, Darci Dolmite had her way with computers.  Anytime a friend’s computer went down—Darci was there to bring it back to life—sometimes with enhancements or just running better.
	After a time and Darci’s confidence grew and she began “hacking.”
	At first it was just to other social computers to see if she could do it.
	Then it was to her Dad’s cooperate computer.
	And on a fluke she hacked her school’s computer.
	Viola!

	The first hack was just to see if she could do it.  She learned that the school was lacking in its ability to have a secure computer despite what they claimed.  Armed with that knowledge she changed her “F’s” and “D’s” to “C’s” and “B’s”.   Seemed the thing to do.
	Whether she got sloppy or cocky or overconfident—she got caught.
	Principal Isaac Bayhay.  He was black, lean, liked to be well dressed, and young.  There were teachers at the school who were older (and more qualified.)  How he became the chief administrator of the middle school wasn’t known—not to Darci.
	One fine day nearing the end of the school year and Darci well onto believing that she had hacked her school’s computer well enough to enable her a decent report card and no one the wiser—Principal Bayhay was wise and called her into his office.
	When Principal Bayhay told her to “close the door” behind her—Darci knew her ass was in trouble.  So right she was!  Then he told her about the discrepancies in her grades.  Then, with a smile,
	“I know how to hack, too!”
	Shit.
	Darci sighed, getting busted for smoking—bad.  Getting busted for being at a party she wasn’t supposed to be at—really bad.  Getting busted for hacking into a school computer?  Super bad.
	There were backup files and backup files and other emergency measures in case the main computer went kafloey or a power outage or a computer crash.  As end of the school session was nearing Mr. Bayhay took to going over student grades for approval before sending them out to the students homes.  Darci didn’t know that.
	“This is ground for expulsion.” He began.  That was bad, too.
	“You’ll have to take this grade level over—at another school.”
	Blam!  Super bad.  It took Darci’s breath away—repeat the 7th grade!  At another school!  Blinking her eyes excessively the thirteen year old showed her sheer panic.  “I’m sorry!” was all she managed to blurt out.
	“I can overlook a lot of things, Ms. Darci,” the African-American man said, “but not this.”
	Darci couldn’t breathe.  The amount of trouble she was going to get in at home was going to be astronomical.  No summer vacation; no trip to the writer’s conference; no bumming on the beach; no horse camp—it was going to be one hell of a bummer summer.
	“Is there anything I can do?” she asked trying to hold her emotions back.
	“Funny you should ask…”

	“Maybe we can work something out.” smiled the man in charge of her (immediate) future.
	“I’ll do anything!” Darci said hastily.
	The black man behind the desk smiled even bigger.
	“Why don’t you come around here?” Bayhay said scooting back in his armless high back wooden chair.  Darci sighed—she at first had no clue but as she came around the corner and saw the long paddle hanging on a wall behind Mr. Bayhay—
	“Oh shit!” she breathed.
	At eight she had been caught flipping off a neighbor boy—result?  Butt busting by pissed off Daddy.  At seven she had gone streaking thru the house on a whim.  Result?  Butt busting by not so pissed off but being a daddy disciplining his misbehaving child.  At ten—caught smoking.  That resulted in a severe butt busting—pants down (but panties on.)
	Her last butt busting was at eleven—for lying.  About grades, stayin after school in detention without telling parents, skipping school, and fighting with another girl.  That was a pants down AND panties down, too.
	Since then she had been pretty good—just wising up about how to hide her butt busting results.  (truth be known, though—she kinda liked it.)  But a bare hand to her bare butt by her Daddy was one thing—she didn’t know what to think or make of it if done by someone else—like say a person of power.  She stood at Bayhay’s side—they locked eyes, he smiled, Darci was close to losing it.  With a gentle guide, though, she was knelt down across the man’s lap.  The chair DID have arms; padded sides and an arm rest but they were pushed down out of the way.
	The first smack to her butt was resounding and shocked her.  She couldn’t help but clench.  The sting from the swat hadn’t dissipated when the second swat came to intensify the first.  That was followed by a third and then a forth.  By then the tears were flowing from Darci’s eyes—and her cunt was on fire and in a serious need of frigging out.
	Then she was stood up.  It was a tough thing to do but Darci managed to keep her emotions checked.  She sobbed, her ass (and pussy) were on fire.  There was a fleeting thought that it was over.  And she was wrong.
	“Take ‘em down.” the black man said coolly.
	At first Darci didn’t comprehend, “What?”
	“Take ‘em down,” the man repeated, “your pants!  Your pants!  Take them down!”
	Darci got that and went thru the motions of undoing her pants with fumbling fingers and disbelieving mind.  She didn’t know much about corporal punishment but she didn’t think it went this far.

	Bayhay cocked his head smiling up at her,
	“Either you do or we continue with expulsion, call your parents,”
	Darci nodded her pretty head quickly and down came the typical jeans of dark blue.  Nice tan legs the girl had, arms, too.  She was a pretty girl, long curly hair of honey blond; a sweet oblong face; lots of hair; street wise, a little sassy, and wore white panties with red hearts all over them.  Bikini style.
	With a head nod from Bayhay, Darci once more laid herself down across the man’s lap and received not one—not two—not three but four nice deliberate swats.  Her ass was already on fire as well as her young cunny; the more swatting only perpetuated the burn and made her dance as she lay across the man’s lap.
	When after the second round of swatting ceased, Darci’s panties were tugged down and the swatting resumed.  It was a bit confusing for the young girl—she was being bare assed spanked by her teacher and not her Daddy.  She was thirteen.  She was cumming.  
	Bayhay went four decently applied swats to the girl’s tender bum then stopped to rest his hand thereon before making small circles and squeezing the burning flesh.  Fingers inside the crack caused the young girl to shudder and gush cum from her cunny.  Bayhay began fingering her pussy, caressing her legs and thumbing her asshole.
	Darci was out of her mind and couldn’t hold herself back from reaching under herself to frig her fiery cunt.  Bayhay stood her up and she continued fingering as she was yet to enable relieving orgasm.  Bayhay helped her out of her clothes and sat her on his desk; then he took his gray slacks down and freed his black mamba.
	Darci shuddered again and spread her legs eager with anticipation.
	Darci Dolmite was NOT a virgin—Jeffery Tholmes, Pike Langtree, Billy Hoop had “visited” her sweet fuckable cunny.  At the ripe age of ten she and Jeffery Tholmes of the same age engaged in sexual activity in the underpass to their school.  Right in the middle where it was the darkest (and on a school day morning) the two pressed their young bodies together.  They had spied on teenage neighbors having sex and were eager to “try it out.”
	Darci masturbated Jeffery and Jeffery fingered Darci.  Turning around and Jeffery got up to the girl’s ass and there he did hump a good hump before plunging into the girl’s poop chute.  The “Late Bell” sounded and spooked the two who darted to their class being late.
	That same day after school in the underpass again when most of the student population had gone thru—Jeffery and Darci were at it again with Darci sucking off the boy’s dick.

	The taste of cum was not to the girl’s pleasure.  
	Jeffery licked out Darci’s cunt but it was awkward as they were still clothed.  Darci fixed that by stripping off her clothes and positioning herself up on the round steel handrail.  Jeffery licked and licked and licked on the girl’s hairless cunt and then fucked it.
	Almost every day the two horny kids engaged in some sort of sexual activity—getting caught by their peers and older students stopped them (from being naughty in the underpass.)
	Pike Langtree enjoyed Darci when she was eleven and he was fourteen.  The two were neighborhood friends and at a mutual party the two “hooked” up and had sex in the garge.
	Billy Hoop was not ten, eleven, or fourteen.  He was eight—and Darci was twelve.  Darci was babysitting the tyke and found him adorable—especially naked masturbating in his bedroom while perusing dirty skin magazines of his much older brothers.  One thing led to another and after some “show & tell” there was sex.
	On Mr. Bayhay’s desk after the spanking session there was sex, too.
	Nothing like a good fuck to startle your day.
	Since Pike Langtree had “visited” her hot snatch she hadn’t been the same; sex with young Billy Hoop had also tweaked her sexual need.  Principal’s Bayhay’s cock thrusting into her teenage poon really invigorated her sex lifting her—no, soaring her to lofty heights.
	It was pretty good for Isaac Bayhay, too.  He came and came, pulled out and humped on the girl’s cunt, re-stuffed her and came some more.  All over the desk the two errant lovers loved spilling all the things on the desk onto the floor—including themselves with Darci coming to rest on top.
	Her cunt was seriously on fire and she clenched it tight.  Bayhay held her ass and was unable to “thrust” but allow simply for his cock to pulse.  Darci was now in command and she rode his mamba until he was well spent and so was she.
	They lay in a swatch of illicit sex sweat for several minutes before moving to Bayhay’s private bathroom—there was a toilet, a sink, and a small-small-small shower.  It was small and barely enough room for one let alone anyone else.  But they managed and Darci got her hot cunt fucked again.  With her back against the stucco wall, her principal stuffed her young teenage poon and fucked her hard until she was screaming incoherently.  Brought right up to the brink of orgasm but just not quite able to cum off the girl was frantic to do so—and she was a screamer.

	Bayhay was freaked and had to hold his hand over her mouth.  Although 99 percent of the school was gone for the day, there were still a few lingering students, sports coaches, and the ever present janitors.  One way—other than hand to mouth—to silence the girl was with his mouth.  They locked lips and fucked furiously for several minutes until both of them succumbed to the most glorious orgasm ever.
	They engaged sexually once to twice a week thereafter but never again reached that special orgasm they shared in the bathroom.  Darci’s family moved from the city of corruption, deceit, crime, and perverts to the country were such vices were less.  
	Oh, yes—Darci passed the 7th grade with flying colors—and a little cum stain.

Eileen Eggbert
	Observed her sister and boyfriend making out in his pickup in the driveway.  It was late in the evening, Mom/Dad working late shifts, big sis Tiffany supposedly watching Eileen and the younger sibs and it was the Fall of the year close to Halloween.  
	From her vantage point in the open garage of which the pickup was parked in front of, eleven year old Eileen spied easily on her sister using specialty night vision glasses belonging to her scientist father.  In the powder blue truck with lots of bondo and square steel “patches”, huge commando wheels and tires, boss stereo system, and tinted windows, sixteen year old sister Tiffany worked her boyfriend’s schlong.
	The boy thrashed his head back, flayed his legs open and shut, and got off on getting the handjob that segued to a blowjob.  Eileen was intrigued—she had heard the various sexploits teens did but never saw any of them.
	After a little head bobbing the girl who was on her third boyfriend for the Fall season straddled her boyfriend.  No pants.  No pants—no undies—no top—no bra!  She was nude!  Eileen shook her head—it’d be a bad time for Mom and/or Dad to come home early.  (they never did but there was always a first time.)
	Due to the angle, the truck’s cab, the truck’s dash, sneaky Eileen could barely see anything pertinent going on.  She saw Eddy’s hands clamped tightly to Tiff’s ass but as for penetration or even Eddy’s dick—she could not.
	Bummer.

	It was taboo for any boyfriend to be in the house while parental units were away; athough, it seemed ok for said boyfriend(s) to be ON the property—like the driveway while the parental units were away.  On the weekends—when the parental units were home—boyfriends were allowed (just not in any bedroom.)
	One particular weekend, a week before Halloween in fact, and parental unit known as Daddy, was doing a Fall barbeque.  Tiffany’s boyfriend and his parents were over for said barbeque.
	“I know about you.” Eileen said when parental units and big sister were out of earshot.  Eddy had gone to his family’s ride to get some supplies they had brought over.
	“What do you know?” he said unknowingly stepping into a trap.
	“I saw you and Tiff in your truck the other day.” Eileen said being smirky.
	Eddy froze—this could be bad.
	“Uh-uh, w-what did you see?”
	Eileen blushed, swished herself this way and that being childish, “You know.” And made with the hand bobbing action of circle jerking along with her mouth open simulating what Tiffany DID do in the cab of Eddy’s truck.
	Eddy was a little shocked and a little worried,
	“Soooo, so what.” He said matter-of-factly and hustled the supplies thru the garage to the waiting Mr. Eggbert in the backyard.
	Eileen hung loose in the garage that was partially dark.
	Some minutes later and Eddy made another trip to his family’s car and was spooked by the sneaky girl, “Gotcha!” she said jumping out from under a canoe on A-frames.
	“Don’t do that!” chastised Eddy.
	“Sorry.” She followed the teen out to the family car; clad in a nice Fall skirt outfit and deck shoes she was a tasty tart and horny Eddy did pause to check her out.  But she was a kid and his girlfriend’s sister.  Caught fooling with her and he could say goodbye to his balls.
	And having had them for some years he had gotten rather attached to them and like just where they were—so checking the preteen out was all he was going to do.
	We’ll see…
	“I wanna see it.”
	“WHAT!?” it was almost a shout loud enough to be heard in the next county.  Right in the garage the little tart asked.  She stood swishing by the canoe and Eddy Rodgers was perplexed as he could be.

	The boy avoided her from then on—hanging close to Tiffany and his parents.  Then when the dinner was over there was shuttling some things back to the family car—
	“You gonna show me or what?”
	Eddy was getting miffed, “Quit it!” he scolded her.
	“Ok,” Eileen said with a shrug, “then I’ll just let these pictures hang out somewhere.”
	Eddy had the plastic bowls of leftover salad and beans at the threshold of the open garage.
	“What pictures?”
	Tiffany rocked on her feet, hands behind her, smiling—then waggled the flash drive she had on a chain around her neck.  “The ones I have stored here.”
	Eddy stared at her, “you little sneak!” a euphemism for “bitch.”
	Setting the bowls down he stared, craned his head to hear where everyone else was—then marched quickly to the conniving bitch and taking her by the elbow moved her to the other side of the canoe.  It was darker there—it was pretty dark everywhere but there was some light from the window at the kitchen door and the light on the outside wall of the garage door to the backyard.
	Out came his cock.
	Eileen could barely just see it.  She went to her knees and made “oooh” and “ah” sounds—then she put her fingers around it.
	“What the fuck, El?” Eddy bitched.
	Eileen squeezed his pud and began working it—working it—working it.  Eddy looked wildly around then kinda sorta got into it.
	He wasn’t prepared for what happened next—
	Eileen Eggbert, eleven yrs young, sister of Tiffany his girlfriend, pressed her lips to the ready-to-be-sucked cock.  There was no stopping it from there on and he put his hand to the back of her blond head and down the shaft she went.
	There was some gagging and significant retching—then footsteps and a calling from Tiffany; voices laughing loudly in the kitchen also freaked the naughty pair.  Eddy went quickly from around the big canoe grabbing the bowls—and promptly spilling them.
	Eileen hid under the canoe out of sight; Tiffany went to help with the clean-up and Eileen slipped out of sight out the garage door, into the house, and thru the kitchen to come back into the garage and also helped with the cleanup.

	Neither Eileen or Eddy were the same that week.  For Halloween, little brother Andy went as a Hunk of Snot; little sister Beth went out to gather candy as an alien ballerina, little sister number two costumed up as a pirate.  Tiffany went as Zorro—female version, Eileen adorned herself as a hobo.  Eddy came out as Frankenstein’s monster.
	The thing is, though, after gathering enough candy to open their own candy store—Tiffany and Eddy went to a Halloween party.  Eileen the Sneak dropped off her candy and went to the party, too—unbeknownst to anyone else who thought she was at a party of her peers.
	Only after a few minutes at the party and Frankie hooked up with Zorro.  Funny he didn’t notice the “heighth” difference and just assumed it was his girl Tiffany under the black attire garb.  Off to the basement and a quiet (and dark) corner where hanky and panky took place.
	Zorro fished out Frankie’s schlong—caressed it, giggled, then began squeezing it the near life out of it.
	“Hey!” bitched Frankie—“take it easy, it’s one of a kind.”
	Zorro slid down his long lanky frame and began kissing the meat stick, diddling her tongue into the piss slit like she heard girls at her school did to their boyfriends (and brothers.)   Zorro would never consider being naughty with her brothers, that was just wrong.
	Anyways, she sucked on the head—sucked on the head—sucked on the head until such a time as it began to squirt into her mouth.  She gagged, retched, but didn’t blow chunks.  The taste of cock spew just wasn’t pleasing no matter how many times she sucked—and counting this time?  (two)
	After spatting out the goo Zorro leaned back pushing down her black Zorro pants revealing the fact that there were no undies.  Horny Frankie went straightaway to fingering the tender cunt never none the wiser and just thinking that Zorro-Tiffany had shaved her cunt.  yeah, keep thinking that…
	With her pants off, Zorro wrapped her legs about Frankie’s waist and let the fucking begin.  Frankie’s average white teenage cock eased nicely into the girl’s receptacle.  It was tight, snug, and Frankenstein’s monster was still clueless.
	Frankie put it to her driving his bone just about all the way before pulling out to hump her hairless cunt.  Zorro moaned and found herself in a predicament she had never known.  One more insertion and finally the boy got his second nut.  Zorro nearly melted and felt the need to dash to the bathroom.  Frankie remained for some reason doing whatever boys do after they’ve gotten their nut.
	At length, Frankie returned to the party and found his Zorro who had been looking for him,

	“Come on,” she said, “I’ve been waiting to get that monster bone in me!”
	Frankie blinked his eyes, “Huh?” but figured girls were fickle if not strange.  They dashed into the basement and Zorro was quick to begin manipulating the Monster’s cock.  Opening her top she grinded herself against the Monster, kissing and driving him mad.  
	“Damn, you sure are horny tonight!” 
	Zorro said nothing but thought his comment was odd.
	Soon, though, and Frankie’s schlong was delivering great pleasure to Zorro’s snatch.  Frankie found his swollen member sliding into Zorro’s trench a little easier than previous—it was still nice and snug but there was a notable difference.
	After their private session Zorro and Frankie mingled, smoked some pot, had some strange fudge, and carried on with one another until such a time as Zorro took her Monster back to the basement for one more fling before having to go home.
	This time, after cock manipulation, Zorro turned around.  Frankie was no dummy and began rubbing his monster dick all over the girl’s ass, up the crack and into the pooper.
	Only after a couple of minutes of pumping did the Monster make a startling realization—
	“HEY!” he shouted—“What the fuck?” he whirled Zorro around standing her up and ripping the black mask off.  “EILEEN!”
	Zorro—aka Eileen, smiled—“was it good for you?  Why you stopping!?”
	Frankie—aka pissed off Eddy Rodgers, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” his mind raced—if anyone found out he had been humping an eleven year old that was his ass.
	“Was that you earlier?” he asked desperately.
	“Yep, the first time.”
	All color—that was greenish—left the boy.  “OH shit!”
	“Come on, you know you like it.”
	Well, there was no denying that.  That wasn’t the issue.
	Being speechless—Frankie was once more manipulated.  Eileen turned back around, bent over and guided the teen’s saucey schlong back into her funk hole.
	What was a boy to do?
	With hands on her hips he rocked and filled the eleven year old’s shitter full of tube steak (and then subsequently tube juice.)
	“Hey, how’d you know it was me and not Tiff?”

	“Tiff has a birthmark on her butt.”
	Ah.
	Fancy that!

Fawn Figby
	Little girls—who love their daddies—will do just about anything to keep them around the house when trouble brews and a daddy is “down the road.”  Fawn Figby was one such little girl, at ten yrs young her parents announced they were separating.  The day after her eleventh birthday the parents announced they were divorcing—and Daddy was moving clear across the country (and possibly out of country.)  That didn’t sit well with young Fawn and she strove to find a way to keep her Daddy home—or at least close by.
	She couldn’t entice him by money—she didn’t have but a small paltry allowance from her Mother.  She had charm and sweetness and was the “apple of his eye” but that didn’t keep him from pursuing a new career out of state (and country!)
	Begging and pleading only went so far.
	There seemed to be nothing to keep her Daddy whom she adored homebound.  But then again…
	Jodie Ilynna was Fawn’s best friend and had the same problem.  It was noted, though, that the Daddy of Jodie was still home months after divorcing and not moving out of state.
	“What did you do?”  Fawn just had to know.
	Jodie mostly gave a whitewash story but Fawn knew better and persisted.  Finally, though, the young girl supplied Fawn with the method of which she used to keep her Daddy from fleeing.
	“I let him see me naked.” Jodie explained.
	“Whoa!  Wow!  Really?”
	Yep—yes—uh-huh.
	Sure the daddy had seen his daughter naked before, that was a natural given.  But there was more to the nudity than dissen modesty.  
	“What did he do?”
	Jodie was embarrassed to share the intimate details but said simply,
	“I sat on his lap.”
	“Naked?”
	“Yes.”
	“Whoa.”  Whoa

	“THEN what happened?” Fawn asked intrigued and then some.
	Jodie pursed her lips, was fidgety, and struggled to reveal the very intimate details.
	“Well,” she drawled and hem-hawed, “we sort of kind of fooled around.”
	“No way!”
	“Way.”
	Jodie revealed that she had nestled onto her Daddy’s lap while at his downtown apartment.  Daddy Tom ran his hands all over her nakedness and Jodie felt his boner she was sitting on.  
	“What did you do!?” inquiring minds desperately wanted to know.
	“Well,” she said still holding back, “I turned into him.” and grinded her young hot virgin cunny against his in-the-pants-boner.  Daddy Tom cupped her naked butt and soon had his penis grinding against her.
	“NO WAY!”
	Way.
	What followed nextly took even a longer time for Jodie to reveal; but, 
	Jodie found her Daddy’s prong and masturbated it, grinded her sex against it, then sucked it.
	“WHOA!” exclaimed Fawn, “What was it like?”
	Jodie explained it was not as gross as she thought, “kind of like string cheese.” she said with a shrug.  
	Then what happened?
	Then,
	Daddy Tom began fingering out Jodie, followed by licking (eating) her out before the ultimate.
	“Whoa-ow!”
	Yep.
	“What was THAT like?”
	Jodie was still figuring that one out.  There was some discomforting pain from the initial penetration—of which dear Daddy Tom pulled out and humped against her cunt—then re-inserted and continued until he had busted her hymen and was IN her pussy.
	Fawn couldn’t believe it.
	Dear Daddy Tom got her in the ass, too.
	Fawn had a lot to think about—the end result for Jodie was her Daddy DID stay not at home but a nice apartment downtown of which young Jodie could visit whenever she wanted.  Their sexual romp was a weekly basis and after such a length of “visiting” Daddy Tom was making full vaginal and anal penetration.

	Fawn didn’t know if she could “go all the way” with her Daddy.  That was a concept she couldn’t even think about.  She did love her Daddy, though, and it had only been a couple years since last he had seen her naked—and only last summer since he had seen her in her underwear.
	But sex?
	Wow.  What a concept!
	Her cunny did tingle a bit, though—just the thought of her Daddy’s prong against her.  What would it be like?  She couldn’t imagine touching it or letting it touch her let alone suck or invade her body.
	Of course, what would her Daddy do—about seeing her naked?  He seemed a little embarrassed when he walked in on her whilst she was in her panties—could he handle seeing her butt naked?  
	Let’s find out!

	It was an awesome story—found in a diary-like book that was fictionally written by some student or other going from student to student at Willobouy Middle School to finally wind up in Fawn’s hands.  It was a short story with the crux of the story about a future world where a girl on her thirteenth birthday had sex with her cum of age brothers—and in lieu of a brotherly figure not available?  Dear old daddy took over impregnating his daughter to populate a world where the population had drastically declined and it was perfectly all right to engage in incestuous relationships.
	Many times and did Fawn sit on her Daddy’s lap—whether or not he had a boner going she didn’t know.  She had never been spanked—scolded and held firm by the elbow but never spanked.  Fawn’s Daddy DID hug her pretty good but she thought that that was ok and not creepy or weird.
	The thing was, though, the embarrassment (among other things).
	The lack of knowledge about what a dick really looked like, what it felt like, and what it tasted like really had Fawn in a tizzy.  No health book gave any info on the subject and the “word of mouth” from other girls just wasn’t all that helpful.  She had to know for herself.
	Jeffery Hommel was one to help her in the know.  He was almost twelve, they liked each other, he was funny, cute, and helped her score good points with some girls who were in school politics.  She helped him in some school subjects and they sometimes hung out at the local hangouts.
	There were other boy choices but they were immature—Jeffery Hommel was the least immature boy she knew.  After school one day she watched him on the soccer field and he was pretty hot in those blue sports shorts.  It was a daring thing she had planned for the boy but then again most boys were all about the plan she had—sex.

	Using some girlish charms she flirted but tried not to convey that she was a slut.  She actually had little to no clue whatsoever.
	“My parents aren’t home, wanna come over?” it was a bold brash thing to say but Jeffery didn’t hold back much—“Ok.” He said with a shrug.
	Got him!
	At the Figby home Fawn ever the host offered soda and treats and a brief tour of the ranch style home; including,
	“Want to see my room?” said the spider to the fly…
	“Never been in a girl’s room before.” the handsome boy shrugged unknowingly what was in store for him.
	A brief tour of the bedroom with Jeffery locking eyes on some discarded clothing—specifically panties.  Fawn’s panties.  Naturally she busted him on it but didn’t chastise him.
	“Never seen a girl’s underwear before?” she said kiddingly.
	Jeffery blushed and got sheepishly embarrassed.
	“It’s ok,” Fawn said, “I haven’t been in a guy’s room, either.  You probably got clothes all over, too, huh?”
	“Nah, my Mom gets on my case about it.”
	Fawn plucked up her undies in a feign attempt at putting them in the hamper—she made sure Jeffery saw them.  He did.  He was blushing and Fawn showed them to him full on—meaning, she held the garment open (checking first to make sure there were no embarrassing “stains”.)
	Jeffery smiled—he had great teeth!
	“Soooo, are you boxers or briefs?”
	The boy seriously blushed, shrugged, “briefs.” he said.
	“Funny,” said Fawn, “thought you to be a boxer boy.”
	Jeffery giggled, “Now, though, wearing something else.”
	That got Fawn, “What else is there?”
	“It’s a sports thing guys wear—for sports.”
	Fawn put on her best “I have no idea” face.  She stared right at the area of interest.
	“Can I see ‘em?”
	Jeffery stared—and stared.  ‘what the fuck did you say?”
	But, blinking his eyes, getting a grip, he lowered his blue gym shorts revealing the jockstrap he wore to protect his “boys.”
	“Whoa!” exclaimed Fawn.  She came closer for an up closer view and Jeffery backed up.  On her knees, though, the strange girl cocked her head seemingly “examining” what was before her.

	“Want to see mine?” Fawn asked standing up already undoing her jeans.
	More eye blinking, more “what the fuck did you say”, and an added mouth open agape.  But,
	“Ok.”
	Fawn unbuttoned and unzipped then shucked her typical jeans—a sudden wave of embarrassment consumed her and she blushed.  Couldn’t be helped.  Twisting her young blossoming body she showed off her butt, too.
	“Sometimes,” she giggled, “when I’m home alone I like to run about with nothing on.”
	Sproing!
	Young Jeffery had the image of the girl prancing about willy-nilly all naked like embedded permanently in his mind.  It helped to have the visual right before him.  (and the boy seemed to be unawares of having a boner.)
	“Do you?” Fawn asked trying not to stare at the boy’s sudden protrusion.
	“Do what?”
	“Go naked, in your house?”
	“Oh.” then, “No, someone’s always there.”
	“Oh.” then, “Do you want to?”
	Jeffery shrugged, then, “Y-you mean, now?  Here?”
	Fawn pulled off her top shirking her modesty and embarrassment and becoming somewhat serious.  Down came her panties and she stepped out of her bunched up clothing and was stark naked.
	Jeffery couldn’t breathe.  This wasn’t happening—it simply fucking wasn’t happening!
	“Would you like another soda?” the strange (and naked) girl asked.
	Jeffery was speechless—and mindless.  Fawn shrugged and left the room going stark naked to the kitchen.  What was a boy to do?  He paused a moment then hurriedly slipped his shorts and jockstrap off followed by shirt and chased after the girl.
	A soda was waiting for him in the kitchen.

	What did dick taste like?
	Answer:  string cheese—just like her friend Jodie had claimed.
	Sucking Jeffery’s dick wasn’t all that bad.  She couldn’t help but retch and gag a little—but it was her first time.  She hoped when she did her Daddy it wouldn’t be so noticeable.
	Jeffery was experiencing his first time being sucked—and liked it.

	After the sucking—which took place back in Fawn’s room—there was mutual masturbating, fingering, close scrutiny of each other’s private parts.  The time had come, though, for the examining to finish and the engagement of sex to set the pace for their bizarre sudden relationship.  Fawn hoped that maybe one time with Jeffery would be enough to break her in sufficiently before pouncing on her Daddy.
	Jeffery hoped for a good fuck.
	It happened as Jeffery lay on Fawn’s bed; the strange girl had finished sucking and examining his dick then moved up to sit on him.  The concept of who actually was positioned where was elusive to them.  It seemed right, Reverse Missionary, and with neither the wise it was a done deal.
	Of course, breeching virgin territory was quite an experience for the pair; neither had any sexual activity prior.  Jeffery’s hands were tightly clamped on Fawn’s ass as his throbbing prong slid with some effort into the girl’s pussy.  With each half inch of penetration there was something close to an orgasm felt deep within the boy.
	Fawn’s take was not as thrilling as the boy beneath her.  The thrusting of his cock busting her hymen was a bit terrifying.  Up until recently she had barely paid attention to her cunny—she wiped it, washed it, and that was about it.  
	Sitting up was one thing; with Jeffery’s cock all the way in her she laid down on him and they kissed.  Jeffery smoothed his hands all over the girl’s ass with his mind in a blurring whirl of incredible feelings all mingling as one.  The pleasure was incredible and off the scale.
	The terror of their unionship came when after cumming off and Fawn sliding off there was blood coating Jeffery’s schlong as well as Fawn’s cunt.  Both dashed to the bathroom and into the shower.  After rinsing off their private parts,
	“I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore.” Fawn stated.
	“Me either.” Jeffery said.
	The two stood naked in the shower—Fawn seemed a little frightened and unsure.  ‘maybe this wasn’t such a hot idea after all.’ NOW she thinks!
	Jeffery felt a little uncomfortable himself but reached out and took the naked girl into him for a hug.  Then,
	“I gotta pee.” the boy announced.  He started to step out of the shower stall when Fawn giggled, blushed, and spread her leg stance and peed in the shower!
	“Whoa!” said Jeffery, “I didn’t know you (girls) could do that.”
	“Do what?”
	“Pee without sitting down.”

	Fawn blushed and had herself a good pee.
	Jeffery peed, too.
	After drying they went back to Fawn’s room and had sex again.
	Then,
	The following three days—same as the previous with the exception of Friday whereas a new virgin territory was breeched AND they almost got caught.  After sex on Fawn’s bed, on the bedroom floor, in the hallway where Jeffery finally got on top for the Missionary Position—Man-on-Top, they entered the shower and after lathered up sufficiently Jeffery went for Fawn’s exit hole.
	Both had heard about it but were unsure how the other felt about buggering a poop chute.  It was kinda gross if they put too much thought into it.  But there were friends in both circles who talked about back door banditry; crude drawings on the bathroom walls; word of mouth, health books, and the internet.
	With a lathered schlong, Jeffery made decent penetration to Fawn’s crapper.  It was still a tight fit and Fawn found little pleasure in the butt banging that followed—but as long as the boy got his she guessed it was alright.  Besides, with another virgin territory no longer virgin, it would give her Daddy another reason to stay!
	It was while drying off that the “almost caught” came into their young lives.  The sound of the kitchen door alerted the naked pair and they were totally freaked.  Jeffery jumped back into the shower stall drawing the shower curtain (no door) partly closed.
	Fawn stuck her head out the door—it was a straight shot down the short hallway to the kitchen.  It was Mom home surprisingly early.  Parents! You just cant trust them!
	The Mom had grocery bags, her brief case, and talking to herself.  
	“Hi, Mom!” Fawn said waving leaning partly into the hall.
	Mom looked, smiled, and went on talking to herself before coming down the hall to her bedroom just past the hall bathroom and her daughter’s bedroom.  She tousled her daughter’s head as she past,
	“Have a good day?”
	“Yep!” Fawn answered—‘I’ve been having sex!’
	Fawn’s Mom went on to her room but before entering chastised her daughter, “Please pick up your clothes!” from the bedroom floor.  It was only by distraction that Betty Figby didn’t note the boy’s clothes among the assortment of clothing on the floor—specifically boy’s underwear (briefs).
	When her Mom’s bedroom door shut, Fawn sighed relief and Jeffery was once more right up against her poking her pooper.  Boys!

	“Back in the 1500s they used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot and then once a day it was taken to be sold to the tannery.  If you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor.”
 	“But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn't have a pot to piss in” and were the lowest of the low.”
 	“Most people in them days got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and they still smelled pretty good by June.  However, since they were starting to smell, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor--hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.”
 	Fawn wasn’t aghast at her Daddy’s “almost useful” information on bizarre history of ancient customs—they had a rapport.  She herself didn’t cuss but it was alright if he used a foul word now and then.  And it seemed ok, too, to include bodily functions and the like…
 	It was Saturday night and Fawn Francine Figby sat on her Daddy’s lap in his downtown apartment.  They had gone to dinner and a show, then a ride in a horse drawn carriage.  Then popcorn, fed the ducks, and walked to the apartment for more bonding before the big departure.
 	Daddy Rick had a mind full of needful information, useful and otherwise.  Now and then he liked to share that info with his precious off-spring.  She was a good listener but had something else on her mind.
	“Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.  The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children.  Last of all, the babies.  By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.  Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water!”
 	“Houses had thatched roofs--thick straw-piled high with no wood underneath.  It was the only place for animals to get warm.  So all the cats and other small animals (dogs, mice, what have you) lived in and about the roof.  Now, when it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs!”
 	“There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house and so this posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs (and other droppings) could mess up your nice clean bed.  So, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection.  That’s how canopy beds came into existence.”
 	Often the floor during those days of yore was dirt.  Only the wealthy had something other than dirt; slate, cobblestones, woodplanks.   So the saying goes He’s dirt poor.”  

 	“The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread straw on floor to help keep their footing.  As the winter wore on they added more straw until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside.  A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.  Ergo: a thresh hold.”
 	(Isn’t that interesting?  Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
 	“In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.  Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot.  Mostly vegetables with not a lot of meat.  They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.  Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.  Therefore the rhyme:  Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old!”
 	“Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.  When visitors came over they would hang up their bacon to show off.  It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.”  The family would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat” so to speak.”
 	“Those with money had plates made of pewter.  Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.”
 	“Now, bread was divided according to status.  Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.”
 	“Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky.  The combination would sometimes knock the drinkers out for a couple of days.  Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.  They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.”
 	“Hence the custom of holding a wake.”
 	“England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people; so they would dig up coffins and take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.  When reopening these coffins, many of them were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive.  So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.  Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer...”	
	Fawn was a quasi tomboy; she liked sports and liked to play some sports.  She wasn’t so much into climbing trees, talking rough, or scouring the riverbank running thru the middle of the city.  She felt equally comfortable in a dress or skirt outfit as well as in jeans or pants.
	On the night of her stay-over with her beloved Daddy she was in a knee length skirt outfit.  She wore some perfume and little else—no panties and a bra that was there only in a supporting roll.  After hearing her Daddy’s “almost interesting” spiel of ancient times the girl came from sitting astride on her Daddy’s lap to full on straddling his lap.
	They snuggled; Daddy Rick caressed his daughter’s backside, patted and roamed about coming down to her young butt where he cupped his hands in an innocent Daddy manner that was customary and acceptable.  With a little wiggle maneuvering and Fawn was able to get her skirt out from being pinched.  Being as subtle as she could she inched the skirt up enough to expose nicely her butt.
	No other light but from the fish tank, the night light in kitchen, the light from the microwave, and a floor lamp by the loveseat whereas it was on a “low” setting.
	Rick moved his hands about his daughter’s wiggling butt suddenly discovering that it was bare.  Fawn felt him clench.  She nuzzled her head against his chest.
	“Fawn?” queried her Daddy, “You’re not wearing underwear?” his hands roamed all over her bareness—Fawn grinded her cock hungry cunt against his crotch where she felt a strong presence of tube steak contained within his dress slacks.
	Rick moved his hands all over the bare butt—touching her pooter and lightly fingering her pussy.  
	“That feels good, Daddy.” Fawn moaned.  One hand was clenched up between at her chest—the other slipped down to finger her on fire cunt.  The girl stepped up the grinding against her Daddy’s bulge; Daddy stepped up his exploration of his daughter’s nakedness.
	With the intensity kicking high, Fawn pushed back and pulled off her top.  It was a little awkward the way she was sitting so dear Daddy Rick helped.  The bra covering the twin small girl breasts was removed in a fluid swoop.  It was even more awkward to remove the skirt but she sat up and leaned against her confounded Daddy who helped with the removal.
	Then she was nude.
	Fawn remained sitting up on her knees against her Daddy.  Her Daddy held her with his hands to her butt somewhat confused.  She was eleven, she was his daughter, it was unnatural!

	“I don’t want you to leave, Daddy.” Fawn said trying to keep level.
	Rick was speechless again—his dark eyes went to her lumpy chest, then casually down to her pussy.  Her sexual activity with Jeffery gave way to the fact that she was not quite virginal.
	Slowly she slid herself back down and grinded her cunt against him trying to convey her need and ergo want.  Rick’s hands continued to roam her backside and butt until she said,
	“You can put it in me.”
	Rick lost his ability to breathe.  There was no thought—only the words:  “You can put it in me” swam about his mind.
	“What did you say?”
	Fawn reached down and found his massive erection; gripping it she got her Daddy’s attention who promptly put his hands on hers.  “What are you doing!?”
	Fawn sighed—this wasn’t going so well it seemed.
	“Do you want to spank me instead?”  Earlier in the week she had gotten Jeffery to spank her—she spanked him but it was more fun for him to do her.
	Rick was too perplexed to answer.  Fawn repositioned herself laying across his lap.  Perplexed Rick made small circles on his naked daughter’s ass but didn’t spank.  Fawn reached back to pull a cheek open.  He looked.  He touched the hole with his finger then moved to finger her pussy.  Fawn raised her ass up then brought a leg back over his lap to once more awkwardly straddle his lap.  Her ass went right to his face; and while Daddy Rick was occupied by closely examining her funk hole and dick trench—Fawn unzipped his slacks and worked out of his boxers his very pronounced schlong.
	When Rick began licking Fawn’s funk hole—Fawn herself had her way with his cock.

	It was almost magical—after sucking and sucking and being licked out, Fawn returned to sitting on her Daddy’s lap.  His cock was dramatically stiff and had “spit” a little into her mouth.  Jeffery came off in her mouth now and then and she still wasn’t used to the distaste of the spunk.
	Rick had rolled his tongue expertly all over his girl’s cunt—she was driving him wild with her cocksucking!  His mind was in uproar with her shenanigans, too.   More was to cum, though—
	Stay tuned for chptr 40!
	*author's note:  sorry for such a long delay in posting; you see, I'm a Little Person with very stubby legs and I fell out of me wheelchair.  Been a very tough time of it for me these last few weeks but I'm back on my feet (so to speak)