August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Forty-Three
A Cumulation of Cumming

How to gangbang without really trying
	Kim Mittaker had a nice ass.  There was a nice personality, an almost “happy-go-lucky” attitude and a “go-getter” in concerns of church activities.  Her husband, a tall American fellow, was member of the church in some capacity Rain didn’t quite understand (and didn’t care.)  Rain wasn’t too interested in Jon Mittaker anyways—not right now anyways.
	Anyways, Rain made attendance to the church—it was something to do while the neighboring county (Chester) reeled in the latest epidemic to overwhelm society.  It had been his sole intention to lay low, to lay off the use of the EMAD, let it rest—and let his dick rest, too.  Well, so much for that!
	Another three days and a day after regular service on Sunday and Rain was meeting Kim Mittaker in the church’s parking lot—discussing his future involvement in church business.  Kim saw potential in the man and wanted him involved in some capacity so a brief impromptu meeting was set up.
	Other than themselves, there was the gardener on his lawn tractor, a secretary and receptionist, and a small handful of others.  Only Rain and Kim were outside in the side parking lot area not up close to the building but way out to the tree and shrubbery boundary.  Rain had his custom touring van, blue with white strips, mag wheels, tinted windows, etc.  Kim had a newer model sedan, tinted windows, sparkling green color with Kim’s kids, Brianna and Bryan in the backseat.
	From Brianna’s point of view:  after her thirty-something Mom began chatting with Rain for a few minutes—it seemed like the two got awfully close (together.)  Then, there was an embrace.  At first Brianna didn’t think nothing of it—lots of peoples in the church were “huggers.”  Brianna was one who was not—she liked space between her and whoever; even to some of her closest friends.  Brianna Jane was not a “hugger.”
	Then, after the hug between Rain and her Mom—there was a distinctive embrace that lingered followed by Rain’s hands at the small of her Mom’s back.  Then, THEN—Mr. Frisco was copping a feel of ass.  Brianna was aghast and shocked and a whole lot stunned that her Mom would tolerate such a grope.

	The “grope” was just the beginning.  As Brianna stared in stunned belief she saw not only was Rain Frisco “groping” but so was her Mom!  Young Bryan was oblivious as he was deeply embroiled in his handheld game and not paying attention to what was going on outside.  Brianna could hardly breathe.  Brianna’s Mom had her hand to Rain’s manhood area; she was groping for his manhood, putting her fingers down between his legs squeezing apparently his nuggets.
	Brianna was not naïve about the wily ways of sex and frivolity regarding sex.  She knew the basics; Missionary, how babies were conceived, what a handjob and blowjob were; she knew, too, what “taking it in the ass” meant but was a little ignorant of Reverse Missionary, Around-the-World, doggie-style, rim jobs, and water sports.
	At the tender age of twelve, Brianna was just beginning to find the pleasures of self pleasuring.  Little brother Bryan sometimes went naked before, during, and after a bath—and it was alright so long as no one else was in the house other than immediate family.  Occasionally little brother Bryan had a “stiffy.”
	Brianna did NOT go about the house naked like her brother BUT did go sometimes in her underwear and sometimes even just in her panties!  She never saw her Daddy naked but sometimes saw her Mom so.  Brianna DID sit on her Daddy’s lap while clad merely in her panties.  But so far as she knew she had never-ever been molested.  So far as she knew…
	Finally and did Brianna see her Mom fish out Rain’s cock.
	Brianna had seen crude to very good drawings of a guy’s “cock” on the bathroom walls.  There were pictures in the health books, statues in the museum, and her little brother.  The girl had a fair to decent idea about male anatomy.  Her eyes widened, though, when her Mom hauled out Rain Frisco’s “antatomy”.
	It was HUGE!
	Inside the young girl something stirred.  There was a tingling feeling, a sickening feeling, and a few feelings she couldn’t put words to.  Her mouth fell open and then simply dropped to the floor as her Mom took Rain’s huge cock and began playing with it!
	Then—
	Then she slid down to her knees and while Rain ran his fingers thru her super silky soft raven dark hair—Brianna’s Mom began sucking the man’s cock!  Brianna felt at first very ill—like she had been hit in the stomach by bully girl Shawnra Peedmipants or a wayward soccer ball.  

 	Moments later and the sick feeling was swept away to be replaced by out and out curiosity.  Brianna wanted to curiously know what a cock tasted like!  The curiosity began to become overwhelming—she wanted to know what the man’s cock felt like, smelled like, and how it would feel against her body.  A new feeling began to overcome her; a hot feeling, a tingling sensation she couldn’t shake.  
	Then she was moving over her brother to exit the car.
	Once at her cocksucking Mother and Rain the cock giver, Brianna moved into the van going in on her hands and knees and remaining there.  Young sibling Bryan took a moment longer to linger in the car before getting the message ‘come here.’  Once at Rain’s side—his Mother unzipped his pants and worked out his little pre-teen/tweeny pud and began working it all the while she kept steady on sucking Rain’s cock.
	When a noisy too-close crop duster roared overhead it was time for them all to scamper into the air conditioned van.  Once inside-
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Bryan easily slipped out of his clothes; Rain took some pleasure and helping his sister out of hers.  Kim was in a light blue knees length dress and in a bit of clumsily motion pulled it off and wasted no time in ditching her bra and panties.  She laid out on the soft plush green carpeting, legs open and waiting for her new lover.  She was mindless and that was exactly how Rain “sonofabitch” Frisco liked ‘em!

	Brianna wasn’t so much mindless; however, and watched in stunned awe as a man (now nameless and unknown to her) made love to her Mother.  She sat up on her hands and knees at a slight angle to her Mother and the man she didn’t know.  It was strange to her—the situation; her Mother made no fuss about the stranger.  Both were naked and they were “doing it.”  Brianna could see the man’s penis going in and out the pussy; Brianna’s own pussy clenched up and she found herself fingering herself!
	 Then Brianna was aware of her brother laying out naked beside her, pleasing himself.
	‘play with him.’ a Voice said suddenly to her.
	Brianna blinked her eyes; she was totally focused on the penetration of the man’s cock to her Mom’s pussy.  Although it was relatively cool inside the van—she herself was a little warm.  There was a strange unknown smell or odor lingering lazily in the air; the sliding door had been closed and there was a curtain drawn separating the cab area from the cargo/passenger zone.

	Brianna firstly went to fondling her brother’s hard stiffy.  She worked it—worked it—worked it until completing the task by sucking it.  In doing so she came to be on her hands and knees, ass up.  The cock in her mouth was no longer her brother’s and even it were it would make no difference.  It was an odd taste she couldn’t rightly describe—save that that the “taste” reminded her of string cheese!  How odd!
	She sucked and sucked; devouring the cock wholly, clutching the hairless nuggets before smacking her lips and moving up the young naked boy’s body.  Settling her self down onto the freshly sucked cock the girl wriggled her virgin slit against the hardened stiffy; she giggled and had a few feelings thriving and seething throughout her young body egging her on.
	Rain drove his manhood into Kim, strained and emptied said manhood pumping with much vigor and vim before pulling out to hump the woman’s trimmed pussy soiling it with even more of his essence.  His attention was onto the lovely twelve year old girl riding her ten year old brother.
	As the girl humped, taking her brother’s puddling to her virgin poon, Rain caressed the girl’s ass.  Soon and he was beside them smoothing his hand over and all about Brianna’s humping little ass.  His cock re-energized pressed against the girl’s thigh with his hand clamping tightly to the girl’s smooth as silk ass.
	There was virgin blood on the boy’s dick; it pleased Rain and after cleaning off the boy’s cock and then his sister’s cunt, Rain positioned the girl on her back and drove his manhood into her.  His cock, of course, was much larger than her brother’s so despite the girl’s pussy being freshly plunged into there was little room for Rain to make way.  But he did so anyways.

	With the side door the natural breeze made way into the van; no one was on the open side of the van and Rain felt the lack of security could be tolerated.  After the serious deflowering of Brittany, an exhausted Rain sonofabitch Frisco laid out and pulled the girl’s mother onto him; then had Brittany herself guide his monster cock into the proper receptacle.
	Brittany was way sore—her pussy specifically.  Rain’s cock had reamed it out and then some.  The cock went sailing nicely into Kim’s cunt and felt much better.  Brittany was tasked to take Rain’s sweaty-musty balls into her mouth and suck.  While she did so—her brother got behind her and put his cock into his sister’s virgin asshole.
	Rain was pleased.

Spreading a little rain around
	And then the Rain fell…
	And then there was Melannie.  Melannie Meekunt.  She was exceedingly tall, a little broad shouldered, and a single mother of three girls with the oldest at fourteen and the youngest at a mere six.  The girls’ deadbeat dad was with his hottie druggie girlfriend in another state.  Melannie was on her way to be a teacher having just completed her schooling do to so.  Melannie and her girls attended the church Kim and Rain attended.  Convenient!
	The thing with Melannie was, though, Rain got the impression that she wasn’t all that goody-goody and/or Christian.  Like Kim, Melannie was very active in the church; was in the choir, helped make pamphlets, organized events, and taught one of the Sunday schools.  Rain didn’t know what it was about her but he was drawn to her.  
	After a week of so-so getting to know her and her girls, it was time.
	It was a day of discoveries; the Meekunt household was one of “messy.”  A disaster area; clothes mostly strewn all about haphazardly; sleeping bags, pizza boxes.  Rain instantly discovered the various panties.
	‘do you go naked?’
	“Yes.”
	‘do your children go naked?’
	“Yes.”
	‘did your ex-husband go naked, with the children?’
	“Yes.”
	Oh!
	There was sexual frivolity involved there, too; masturbation.  The girls’ daddy blatantly masturbated but never “touched” the girls.  The girls, though, DID touch their daddy!  And openly, Melannie and the EX had open sex, oral, anal, reverse Missionary, Around-the-World, etc.
	‘did Ralph ever express his desire to have his way (sexually) with the girls?’
	Yes, but was fearful of outcome and future repercussions.  Having sex with Melannie with the children present and watching was good enough.  But Melannie knew that he wanted to fuck all them.
	‘do you and the girls go naked?’
	Yes.
	‘do you masturbate (in the girls’ presence)?’
	Yes.
	Oh!

	The girls were fingerbangers, too.
	Further Q&A probing was interrupted by Rain’s need to fuck.
	Melannie was a good fuck.  She enjoyed his big offering and Rain found that though she was sexually active with her former husband, passing three children through her shaven cunny, Melannie Meekunt was a good fuck.

	Strangely, the girls, Rachel, Lana, and Ruth Anne were not opposed to seeing Rain naked AND/OR screwing their Mom.  Lana, ten years young, was the most friendly towards Rain, clothed or not.  Ruth Anne, six years young, seemed gushed somewhat at his unconcealed nakedness; she giggled, blushed, and was the typical six year old.  Rain was able to corral the child, hold her nakedness on his nakedness, tickle her and make her squeal, scream, and pee.
	Rachel was so-so comfortable with Rain’s unclothed, she was less so-so being naked herself with Rain present BUT did go about naked, watch Rain and her Mother fuck and even let Rain watch her finger herself!
	And Melanne was a pot smoker.
	At one time whilst still a teen she did other forms of illegal drugs, LSD, cocaine, and other mind altering intakes.  But good ole fashioned marijuana continued to be her mainstay.  She and Rachel were smoking the stuff—so was Lana occasionally!
	Melannie was loose—not sexually but morally.
	‘go to porn store; get some dildos, lubes, strap-ons.’ Rain would go himself but wanted Melannie to do it—the first time anyways.  And beings as there was no such thing as “adult store” in the tri-county area including Stanis to the east which was the biggest in population, Melannie would have to travel the 90 minutes to the nearby City were there was a whole block of adult stores to peruse.  Meanwhile, Rain would “babysit” the girls…
	Can we say “fuck me, suck me, make me write bad checks?”
	Thought you could…

	Although the girls were mostly willing to be naughty all on their own—a little “help” couldn’t hurt.  The first part of their “togetherness”, though; the girls went happily naked minutes after their Mother left for church business to the City (and a little side business for herself.)  Rain happily shucked his clothing, unashamedly masturbated and got Lana to do the same.  A little coaxing and the girl was playing with his cock and wasn’t embarrassed or alarmed to do so.  Rain was well pleased.

	Soon and Lana was laying across Rain’s lap taking a willing spanking.  Little Ruth Anne stood close by awaiting her turn giggling and peeing herself.  Rachel lay out nearby fingering herself for Rain’s benefit—and the $20 he promised her if she did it.  She didn’t have to “cum” necessarily, just finger herself while he watched.
	And without the EMAD’s influence—Lana willingly sucked his cock—so did Rachel (for another $20!)  Lana sucked him on her own with only the promise of an ice cream treat afterwards.  Rachel didn’t even bat an eye when Rain had little Ruth Anne masturbate him (followed by kissing the head of his glistening prong followed by pressing her lips down over the bulbous tip and sucking.
	Lana and Ruth Anne were virgins—vaginally and anally only.  Rachel had taken dick from a cousin plus a boyfriend—once each and within the last year.  None of the girls had sucked off a cock or taken cock up the ass.  With some butter from the fridge, dire determination, and a little electronical help from his minding device, Rain “sonofabitch” Frisco made anal entry love to Rachel, Lana, and even Ruth Anne.

	In the days that followed—Melannie began introducing her girls to the wily wondrous world of self pleasuring by use of external help.  Dildos!  Various sizes, shapes, and colors.  Some that wiggled, some that vibrated, some had testicle sac attachment.  Some moved up and down, some had little knobby bumps on them, some had anal intruder attachments.
	Various lubes, edible panties, various types of sensuous “balls” to rub on the poon, some balls on a string to cram up ye olde arse, too!  And then, the strap-on.  It was black.  Eight inches long.  Fastened to the black leather crotch piece.  Shaped exactly like a cock with viens, bulbous knob, the works; texture and sensation, too.  (no balls)
	The girls sucked on the phallic, masturbated it, loved on it.  Melannie put the strap-on on and after her girls had loved on it a while it was lubed up and into Rachel’s crap chute it went.  Well, not all the way.  In order to for the black mamba to make full anal entry into virtually virgin territory—small dildos would have to make their way in to loosen up the stool factory.
	Lana in no way could take on the 8-incher; it lay on her, grinded against her and poked her pussy and asshole—same with her little sister.  Melannie had no qualms about molesting her children and they didn’t seem to mind, either.  What a family!
	Rain eventually got more involved having his way with Rachel mostly.  His cock was still quite huge for the young teen but by then she had been well broken-in by her Mother’s “devices.”

	Penetration to Lana was limited to her mouth and asshole.  Penetration to Ruth Anne was limited to mostly her mouth.  The smaller sized diameter devices, though, went nicely into the girl’s pussy and asshole; he spanked her, put her in the shower and peed on her, fingered her pussy and laid his cock against her cunt and humped a good hump until creaming.  And to further his pursuit of depravity of the family he often had the girl’s sisters AND her Mother lick/lap up the spilled cream.
	Rain was pleased.

*

Helga in the country
	The smell of horse shit; a squeaking/groaning nearby windmill; more horse shit; ten million gnats; impressive oppressive heat; and despite being in the country—a total lack of cool air.  And oh yeah, the heavy scent of horse shit hung lifeless in the sullen non-cool air.
	It only served to sull Helga’s already sullen mood.  On the plus side, though; the noise of the City was highly curbed.  Helga had gotten used to the honking cars, screeching tires, and that squashed in feeling of city life.  She was a little torn between the two entities—she was raised a city girl; she knew every street in her city; she knew where to go and when to go there—and when to stay away and where parts of the city to avoid totally.
	And Helga’s mother, Miriam, she; too, was a city girl, and a little spacey.  Fitting into the country was going to be a toughie, for the both of them.  Big Bob, however; found fitting in not so much a stretch for him; he was a city guy but enjoyed trips to the wilds for hunting, fishing, race car events, boxing, typical “guy” stuff.  The county provided lots of hunting and fishing venues and “fitting in” was far easier for him than his family.
	While Miriam sought to fit in with some of the women in their community, Helga struck out on her own not enthused with her Mother’s enthusiasm about joining the local girl scout group.
	“No way, no how!” Helga firmly confirmed.
	“Oh, Helga,” her Mother complained, “you ought to give it a try.” 
	“YOU give it a try, Mother!” Helga scoffed.
	“I was a scout for many years Helga—bla blab blab la bla…”
	Helga tuned her out and changing from her typical tomboy dress to jeans and a shirt.  With a piece of straw in her mouth she struck off to find “adventure.”

	Not far from the new Heely home and Helga chanced upon a familiar scene; in a small clearing shrouded by huge odd shaped shrubs with a small pond nearby, an old camper truck was parked with some fishing poles leaning up against one side.  An ice chest was there, along with a rough rock campfire and an old rickety picnic table with one bench.  
	On that bench was a young girl about a year younger than Helga herself.  The girl’s shirt was pushed up to expose her small knobby breasts; short dark hair, a normal sized body for her age group, somewhat serious face etched on her as she tossed her head side to side—her pants were off, cast off onto the bench seat while her panties were hooked off of one ankle.
	A man, possibly her grandpa, was between her legs fucking her.
	Helga watched intently, licking her lips finding a tingling feeling welling up within her.  The man wore an odd cap that was half kilter on his head; a short denim shirt that was sleeveless with a simple plain white crisp undershirt.  The man’s jeans and undies were at his ankles and his cock seemed to have no trouble penetrating and doing its thing in the ten year old.  Helga fingered her self with some difficulty as usually she wore a dress of some sort making it easier to slip her fingers to her gash and “get after it.”  Wearing jeans complicated things—so pushing them down she did, laid out in the tall grass and promptly got a bee sting on her lily white city ass.

	“Where’s Miriam?” Helga demanded as she somewhat stormed into the new home.
	Big Bob shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t keep tabs on her bla-bla-bla—she doesn’t even know where SHE is wherever she is!” bla-bla-bla.
	Helga humped and crossed her arms.
	“Something the matter, Helga?” Big Bob asked as he looked up from his daily paper.
	Helga wrinkled her nose and squirmed, “What are YOU doing here?  I thought you were doing some of that male bonding crap.”
	Big Bib didn’t explain but seemed displeased with the local rednecks.
	“Well, I’ve got a problem.”
	“Don’t we all.” Humphed back Bob and he went back to perusing the paper.
	“I got stung.” Helga explained being a little pissed off and a whole lot in discomfort.”
	“By a bee?”
	“No, ‘you dolt’ by a Dodge pickup!”
	“Where at?”
	Helga held her tongue (for once).  “Uh, somewhere personal.”

	“On your butt, right?” Big Bob was big, a brute of a man more qualified for a front linesman of any football team.  A back injury prevented him from that dream, though, and he was miffed about it ever since.
	“Right, my butt.”
	A little bit of a pause between them, “Well, what do you want to do about it.” Big Bob asked.  Bob (Big) had a burly grumbly voice, a southern voice although he was mostly a city boy, loved hunting, anything that raced, anything that stripped for money and googling eyes and drooling lips, loved fishing, and was embarrassed that he only had a daughter and not a boy.
	Helga fidgeted.
	“The stinger still in?”
	Helga shrugged, “I don’t know.” She quipped sharply back.
	“If it stays in it’ll get worse.”
	Helga didn’t like that.
	“W-when’s Mom coming back?” dumb question, he didn’t know when she left or where she had gone.
	“Well,” said Bob, “I-I guess we can handle this ourselves.”
	A couple of times had Helga gone with her Dad on some whacked out hunting trip—usually ending in a lackluster result but it beat hanging around at the house gripping about the weather, the stench of the city, work, and school.
	Helga slowly crossed the floor to where he Dad sat at the metal 1950s style kitchen table.  The paper had been put away and the man had turned himself and the matching chair.  It had been awhile since Helga had been in such a compromising position with her Dad.  She hadn’t even gone to the bathroom in the woods when they had gone off hunting!  Sure she had heard her Dad rip some butt blasts; she had ripped some herself.  Sometimes they giggled about the offense but that was as far as it went.
	Twice and did Big Bob see his daughter naked after she had turned eight years of age.  She did remember him giving her bath when she was younger but couldn’t remember if he ever helped dress her or even change her soiled clothes.  He just wasn’t that type to do that.
	Helga fidgeted—the sting to her butt was intense and in a fluid motion whipped around and undone her pants quickly shucking them along with her underwear.  Then she bent over and couldn’t believe how embarrassing the situation was.

	Big Bob grumbled something, began a quick overview of his daughter’s lily white ass, and began to sweat.  Sighting in on the puffy swelled spot on the right butt cheek, Bob discovered the bee’s stinger still intact.  From his keys and the attached mini knife set containing mini tweezers he plucked the stinger out.
	Helga soon realized that there was some “lingering” going on.  But there was still stinging going on, too.
	“It still hurts, Dad.” Helga said being less sarcastic and showing a little concern and shirking some of that “wall” she had erected around herself.
	“Well, it doesn’t look too bad,” Big Bob said with a bit of a gruff, “usually you try to get the stinger out as soon as possible.”
	“There wasn’t time.” Helga meekly squeaked out.
	More pausing.
	“Have you ever been stung, Dad?”
	“Usually stuff like toothpaste will help the sting; you see, it’s about bees’ venom being acidic--”
	“Like oranges, lemons?”
	“Yeah, sort of; anyways, toothpaste, garlic paste, baking soda, and even tobacco (in a paste) will help lesson the sting.”
	Big Bob stood and ambled just past Helga prowling thru some unpacked boxes muttering something about “this box belongs in my room” and “that box goes in the bathroom” and bla-bla-bla until he came out with a tube of toothpaste.
	Helga clenched—she couldn’t help it.  She was eleven; the last time Big Bob had seen her even partially unclothed had been awhile, couple of years at least.
	“I think baking soda would be better.” He muttered again and began fishing thru the many boxes piled in the kitchen.  Helga went from stooping to clutching the table—how embarrassing was it to be standing in the kitchen with her clothes at her ankles?  Could it get any worse?
	“So how did this happen?” Big Bob asked casually.
	“Figure it out, Dad?” Helga said sourly.  She let it go and Big Bob figured it out—going to the bathroom in the wild.
	Finally, “Ah, there it is!” he said getting excited at finding something he was actually searching for.  Standing up and turning—Helga cocked her head,
	‘Holy shit!” did Big Bob have a big boner!
	Holy shit!

	After the application of baking soda on Helga’s sting—another lingering pause.  Helga’s mind was so distraught with confusion that she wasn’t sure—but did Big Bob just rub her ass?  She blinked her eyes, clutched the table and found my confusion.  They had always respected each other—curbing their butt blasts, crude talk, and anything regarding sex was strictly unspoken.
	But Helga herself was crude, she talked just as roughly as the boys did—even worse!  She could fart up a storm with the best of them.  And as for sex—well, she knew more than she should.
	Big Bob quickly amscrayed leaving Helga still with a sting to her butt and confusion reigning supremely in her mind.  After pulling herself together she scurried to her room and flopped onto her bed—belly down.  Slowly she undone her pants and again and pushed them and her panties down.  Her hand then slipped down under her to find her little nubby a little excited.
	What brought that on?
	The old man banging his granddaughter?
	Her own old man with a boner?
	Hmmmm

	A night thereafter and Helga was wide awake; the sounds of the country were not like the sounds of the City.  She missed hearing the train on the “L” (elevated track).  She never thought she would miss that but turns out—she did.  The previous night she lay mostly on her belly—and she hated laying mostly on her belly.  The sting in her ass lasted and required another baking soda paste the following morning.  Miriam had come home in the evening babbling about the girls she had been with making merry and acquaintances and this and that.
	“She smoked a lot of dope, didn’t she, Dad?” Helga had once inquired.
	“She’s smoked something.” Bob said dryly.  Miriam was a space case, space cadet, space fruit.  She was collage edumacated, had a masters in something, had books on philosophy, and seemed quite knowledgeable about trivial shit no one else knew (or cared about.)
	Anyways, Helga was grumpy most the day and fidgeted big time any time she had to sit.  She had to sit awkwardly to avoid pressing down on the boo-boo.  In the afternoon she struck off thru the field back to the spot where she had been stung the previous day.  The camper was gone and it sulled Helga’s mood.

	Once home it was a quick shower, a phone call to Phoebe and then another paste to her butt where Helga was definitely sure she saw her Dad with a bulge in his pants.  She didn’t know what to think about it.  She had gotten a couple of spanks when she was little, not too hard, and she didn’t really remember them.  He had to give her a bath—but like the spankings, she didn’t really remember.  Did he even change her diaper or clean her up after a soilage as a toddler?
	There were other thoughts roaming through her mind; brief glimpses of her Dad naked.  Standing in the woods with a raging hard-on wearing only that stupid “I’m a hunter!” camouflaged ball cap.
	Naked.
	Her Dad—naked.
	Her Dad, naked, with a boner.
	Helga had never-ever thought of her Dad in such a state.
	Occasionally at home when she couldn’t sleep or when Phoebe was over for the night she could here her Mom and Dad “getting it on”; there was some rough talk, spanking sounds, and a lot of squeaking bed springs.  But she never-ever thought of her Dad naked.  Never-ever.
	Once in the confines of her room she lay out on her backside, raw.  Her pussy was on fire and she needed it fixed.  She needed Phoebe’s tongue action.  She wanted to eat Phoebe’s pussy, spank it, pee on it, and pound her own cunt to hers.  There was doubt that there would be another girl like Phoebe Lhadreyh—but there might!
	Anyways, she fell asleep—awakened sometime later but the squeaking of the floorboards outside her room in the hall.  For several minutes she lay still; her pussy was on fire, her ass stung, and thoughts of the naughty kind about her Dad raged in her mind.
	There was one hall bathroom, her parents had a bathroom of their own.  There was a spare room at the end of the hall, a pantry linen closet thing whatever—no real reason for anyone to come traipsing down the hall passed Helga’s room.
	She waited.
	She farted.
	She sweated.
	A couple of mosquitoes dive bombed her and in anger she just simply got up and made for the door.  It naturally creaked some upon opening.  It was dark in the hall but after a few minutes she could see well enough to merge outward.

	Down the other end of the hall closer to the living room was light streaming out of a room that was designated the den—a “man cave” Bob Bob aptly dubbed it.  It had a moderate television, stereo system, ten thousand books he would never-ever read, a shelf of trophies, and a drafting table.  Big Bob was something of an amateur architect and found pleasure in drawing buildings, yachts, and what have you.
	Helga stood firm where she was—then casually eased back into her room slipping on her one piece nightgown that came to just mid thigh.  Her other favorite she wore most often covered her knees with another her grandmother had made her covering her completely.
	Then it was back into the hallway and creeping stealthily she made way to the designated man-cave.  The door was open which was odd to Helga ‘cause she would have thought for sure Big Bob would have had it closed (and locked!)
	Bob was at his desk scribbling.  A glass of iced tea in a cup holder he made for the desk; some country music interrupted by two talkative hicks; and an occasional butt blast.  Helga crossed the open space leaning in to get into her Dad’s peripheral vision.
	After five minutes and Helga had the need to pee and she moved into the man-cave a little further.  Tripping over the misaligned stacked books and fishing poles Helga flailed grabbing one a fly rod sending it smacking against the back of her Dad’s backside.
	“Geeze, Helga,” scoffed her Dad, “couldn’t you be more subtle?”
	Helga huffed and picked her self up from the floor.  ‘smooth.’ Helga bitched to herself.  After dusting herself off she stepped up to her Dad’s side.  The had a pretty good report, she knew that he wished she were a boy that way he could be more at ease with her and she with him.  But she was a girl and that was that.
	“Whatcha doin’?” 
	“Drawing.”
	No shit.
	The drawing was of a building, in the design of a yacht—a very large yacht.  The drawing was pretty good, just lacked some refinement a course in drawing and architecture could easily solve.
	“So what DID you learn in college, Dad?”
	Big Bob didn’t even pause to answer—‘goofing off.’  That and Pussy 101, Pussy 1A, Football, Basketball, Baseball, Hockey (the only sports that mattered), the Pursuit of Pussy, Beer, Beer 1, Beer 101, the Pursuit of Beer, and Business Administration.

	After a few minutes of watching her Dad scribble—Helga positioned herself on the drafting table leaning over deeply.  This resulted in the inching up of her already short cotton nightgown.  It was difficult to maintain such a stance and there was significant pain and discomfort in the back of her thighs.
	Finally, though, Big Bob leaned back to stretch and casually dropped his eyes to see his daughter’s bared ass.  The ass wiggled some’ Big Bob groaned and found he had a trembling hand inches from that wiggling bared bare ass.  Somehow he stopped himself but the offering was there and it confounded him, confused him.  He began to sweat and found himself struggling.  ‘what the fuck was going on here?’ he thought.
	Helga cocked her head to her Dad trying to convey:  ‘well, what the fuck you waiting for?’
	Big Bob hesitated and for some reason checked over his shoulder—just in case dead-to-the-world Miriam would be standing there.  But she was in bed with Prince Valium and not likely to be anywhere but Slumber Land.  Then his trembling came to rest right on Helga’s ass.  It had been there putting toothpaste and baking powder on the bee sting wound.
	Now, though, there was a totally different reason for his hand to be on his daughter’s bare ass.  Big Bob blinked his eyes and felt strange-strange stirrings concerning his manhood.  Strange-strange stirrings were tingling in his mind, too! 
	“I-I cant do this, Helga.” he finally managed to say.
	“It’s ok, Dad, I want you to.”
	Big Bob gulped, sweated more, and got harder.
	Helga’s pussy quaked as her Dad finally began smoothing his hand about her ass.  When she realized that her body had tensed up she quickly strove to untense and relax herself.  Spreading her stance she hopefully gave her Dad a little better access.
	Big Bob’s hand roamed all over Helga’s ass with fingers delving down into the girl’s crack.  Helga tensed up but that was primarily an involuntary reflex and couldn’t be helped.  After touching the hole and a bit of touch to the girl’s pussy, Helga squirmed and slid down the drafting board awkwardly grab holt of that thing that had brought her life.
	The night was warm; mosquitoes buzzed, a cacophony of country life teemed outside in the surrounding fields; and Helga Heely had a firm grip on her Dad’s tool.  Big Bob was stunned and could only stare down to his young child as she had the masterful prong hotly and firmly in her hands.  Already there was a bit of precum glistening on the tip.

	With no thought given to the deed at hand—Helga licked the precum from her Dad’s cock.  It totally like blew Big Bob’s mind—he stammered to say something but couldn’t formulate not one word.  Helga, his only child, his daughter, licked the glisten goo from around his piss slit and then—THEN pressed her lips about the entire tip taking it into her mouth!
	 “OH! HELGA!” cried out Bob.
	Helga didn’t pause as she took the entire length of poppycock into her mouth.  There was some talent there as she gobbled; there was some strange efficiency Big Bob couldn’t describe.  It was a blowjob like no other.  The girl’s head bobbed up and down, her teeth raking against the super sensitve skin flesh that was his cock; it was truly an amazing event.
	More was to come, though.
	After a couple of slobbering minutes and Helga popped the prick out of her mouth, smacked her lips, and pulled off her nightgown in one fluid swoop.  She didn’t give her Dad a chance to ogle her nakedness as she then clambored up onto his lap to settle there quashing his cock and his morals.  Immediately did Bob clasp his hands to Helga’s ass—his morals indeed quashed away replaced by pure unabashed lust.
	Clutching her Dad, Helga raised herself up and slowly-slowly eased herself down.  Her pussy secreted great rivers of personal essence as the head of her Dad’s cock touched her pussy.  She shuddered near uncontrollably all over and it was a bit of a struggle to keep from tensing up so.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y did Helga slide her self down onto the cock.  Her mind was near blank, filled to capacity with amazing thrills she had never known.  It mattered not in the least how immoral what she was submitting herself to.  Not in the least.
	And once the poppycock was most the way in, half way in, Helga raised herself up—then slid back down.  Big Bob kept a tight hold on her ass and helped in the guidance and soon ALL of his masterful cock had gracefully invaded his daughter’s willing cunt.
	With her body against her Dad’s rigid warm sweaty chest, her legs clamped tightly about his waist, Helga “Shane” Heely rode her Daddy into oblivion.  And once the ride began there was no stopping, no pulling out. No nothing but ride the ride to the end—which took about five amazing minutes.

*

girl scouts should be roasted over the campfire they made
	Adel Adeline  Beatrice Bama  Carmen Cadette
          Darci Dolmite  Eileen Eggbert  Fawn Figby  Gail Genis
          Irene Isodora  Janice Javiera  Kim Ko-10 and soon to join their ranks, 
          Helga Heely.
	The girls seemed “ok”; Helga found none of them to her liking, though.  The Scout Master was Heather Humpsalott.  The group got together to make quilts for seniors in senior centers in neighboring towns; they made homemade jellies and jams for social events; they helped organize social events; they ventured out to the wilds of the countryside to learn how to properly make fires, rope knots, live off the land, fly kites, identify animals and insects, sing stupid campy camp songs.
	In no way did Helga want to be a part of that scene.
	Kim Ko, the lone Chinese girl, seemed friendly, though—a little friendlier than the other bitches.  Helga got bad vibes from Darci and Carmen, the other girls in the tight social group were so-so and Helga didn’t care.  She did know that she would need to make friends; friends who could back her up when need be; be an alibi, be backup in a fight or potential fight or take her place in a fight.
	But on the other hand, Helga wanted nothing to do with the social bitches, she deemed herself better off without them.  There, too, were other girls in the town not a part of the scout group; some older, some younger.  No one seemed to be like Phoebe and that just sucked.
	There was to note, though, a small group of kids not-well-known-as The WhistleStop Kids.  Boyd Aryndon was the apparent leader; nice boy, seemed awfully curious about Helga and her family, where they lived and where did they come from, etc.  Helga was nice to him but still abrasive as she was still pissed about leaving her city.  Brianna Mullens was the Second in Command and the girlfriend of Boyd.  She was nice, too; lived with her grandparents, and was just off from being grounded for some offense or another—mostly due to the fault of Boyd of whom she was supposed to not ever-ever see again.  Autumn Jizum was a long tall lanky thing with lovely flaming red hair; and despite turning thirteen over the summer she had small petite titties.  She was the girlfriend of the last member of the group, Angus Talburt.  Angus was a tubby fellow, but very likely, very friendly, and had a way about him that made Helga gleeful.
	They were the WhistleStop Kids, so name for an old abandoned whistle stop they had found along the railroad where a huge locomotive roared along twice a week.
	“Come on,” said a beaming Angus, “we’ll show ya!”
	Helga had reservations—she had friends back in the city, she had grown up with them.  Embracing “new” friends was a toughie.  But they seemed friendly, harmless, and very willing to accept her into the group.
	“Oh, what the hell!” and Helga joined in.

	The gnats and mosquitoes she could do without.  The oppressive heat she could do without.  The long trek out thru the middle of the meadow to the railroad she definitely could do without.
	“So what’s it like in the City?” Boyd asked as they trekked.
	Helga mused that city-life was way diff than country life.  She knew virtually every block in the City; she knew where the bad parts of the City where and where to avoid parts of the bad parts of the City altogether.
	“What’s the subway like?” Angus asked.
	Helga shrugged, “Sometimes it’s ok, loud, too many people--”
	The Subway system, even the Elevated Train was an experience so unique one had to experience it themselves to get the fullness of the experience.  There were smells, odors, newspapers swirling in the lifeless air; rats and stray cats lingering and darting all over the stations; and the homeless—
	“Homeless, you mean, people without homes?”
	“You got it.”
	People without homes—or their minds.  Meeting, encountering a homeless person was also a unique experience.  Some of the homeless population were ok, just derelicts of society who couldn’t afford a home.  Some were out of their minds; some were outright dangerous; some were funny; and some were scum.
	“Sure is hot!” Autumn announced.
	“Sure is!” supported Brianna.
	The boys, however, said word none and kept huffing across the blazing meadow.  When they came to the fork in the pathway the boys kept right making for the railroad.
	“Uhm, maybe we could take a break?” suggested Brianna.
	“Yeah, like before we sweat to death.” egged on Autumn.
	“It aint that far, now,” said Boyd,
	“Yeah, there’s better places than what yer thinking.”

	The girls disagreed but reluctantly followed the boys.
	“There’s a pond-like place not far from here,” said Brianna informing their newest member,
	“Yeah, it’s CLOSE by and got water in it and everything!” bitched coolly Autumn.
	The boys said nothing and kept a steady pace almost hauling ass.
	“BOYS!” bitched Brianna.
	Helga agreed.
	Brianna humped it to her beau when he finally slowed and they were almost half way to the railroad and closer to the dry river.
	“What’s up?” she asked, “Why don’t you guys want to go to the mine pond?”
	At first Boyd shrugged, then, “Well, ‘cause she’s new,” indicating Helga, “and don’t want to frighten her off right off cause we’d all get, youo know, naked and stuff.”  It was a lame excuse but it satisfied Brianna—for the time being.
	Boyd stepped up the pace, best bud Angus quick paced with him; they exchanged glances and did sort of kind of wished they could go to the secret pond where a sunken mine was—but the bad memories of what was down under the water made the venture there a no-go.

	Once at the railroad track—Helga was not well impressed.  She was hot, sticky, pussy ached, drowning in sweat, and in need of a sit on her Dad’s lap again.  The incredible heat did little to quell the memory of the night before—she had been totally naked sitting on her Dad’s lap with his pecker jammed up into her sex!  It was a memory ingram that wouldn’t be going away any time soon.
	“We going to the river (Dangnabbit River) or to the train stop?”
	Boyd wiped his brow—the Whistle Stop was a good hike of at least an hour—the river was closer by half that time.  Checking his watch, Boyd licked his lips thoughtfully, sighed, and made tracks for the river.  Of course, there was that other pond by the train stop; too, to consider but Boyd had made his decision and the Kids followed their leader.
	All along the tracks was a thick bounty of lupines, wild roses and daises; stink weed, too.  Huge tracts of waist high and shoulder high grasses, sapling trees, the remains of boxcar wrecks and old timey cars.  It was too hot to explore, too hot to even talk.  

	Boyd had a reasoning for going to the river first rather than hump it to the whistle stop; best bud Angus sort of knew but wasn’t sure.  All that mattered was to get to the river and cool off.  Dark Thunder would be along shortly at either place.
	Pressure in her bladder began to become annoying.  She didn’t know the Kids all that well; were they naughty, kinky, weird, sexually into one another, or what?  Helga wanted to know, but first; she had to pee and had to get cooled off before she melted.
	Of course, there was still the lingering fear of a bee stinging her ass that kept her bladder’s need in check.  Her mind remained mostly emptied—focused solely on the encounter with her Dad.  After he had cum in her, he hugged her and she him.  His cock didn’t soften like boyfriend Logan’s did; his hands remained tightly clamped to her ass, too.  Resting her head on his heaving-sweating chest, Helga relaxed and felt a curious feeling betwixt her legs.
	She yearned to be spanked; she wanted Big Bob to bust her ass!  She wanted his tongue in her cunt, to lick out her asshole!  A good butt fucking was in order, too!  But it was beyond the scope of comprehension; sex—with her Dad!  It was too much.  But she knew it was a general happenstance going on with or with mind altering devices.
	Rounding the bend and there it was, the great expanse of metal train trestle crossing the Dangnabbit River.
	“Holy shit!” Helga blurted.
	“Yeah,” giggled Brianna, “that’s what I said, too, the first time.”
	The bridge was pretty impressive alone, but then there was the river.
	“Come on,” said Brianna guiding Helga down the dirt bank path to one side of the bridge.  Helga had some misgivings and a little fear suddenly filled her; going down into the depths of the city’s underworld was one thing and she was used to that.  
	Once down at the shoreline—Boyd and Angus were naked and barrel jumping into the river.  Helga’s eyes bulged—not at the boys’ brash nakedness but the barging into the river.
	“Don’t worry,” said Brianna, “it’s pretty safe.”
	Helga wasn’t so sure.  Brianna and Autumn stripped off their clothes with Brianna charging into the river that looked deep (but refreshing) and Autumn merely waltzing in then collapsing as the water came up to her waist.
	“You coming in?” Brianna asked.
	Helga licked her lips—it sure was hot.  Fucking hot.

	The boys frolicked and turned away from watching Helga undress.  She wouldn’t have cared but they didn’t know that.  With no breeze, the heat was instantaneously blistering hot on her bare skin.  With a quick looksee around her immediate vicinity, naked Helga raced into the Dangnabbit River.
	It was more than refreshing; a little shockingly cold but refreshing just the same.  Her toes could touch the sandy bottom; she could detect the “slope” of the bank and feel a little current tugging at her.  There was a great rope encircling the area that was safe to swim in.
	The boys splashed water on each other and made farting noises with their hands or armpits.  Brianna and Autumn just bounced on their toes.  A barge boat was coming along and Helga was concerned.  The boys saw the barge, too.
	“Ah sonofabitch!” said Angus.
	“Ah, damn it!” bitched Boyd, “We’re too early!”
	Helga looked to the girls for explanation.
	“They like to be up on the bridge to pee on the boats as they go under.”
	“Don’t forget the royal BA!” barked Angus.
	“What’s the “royal BA”?”
	“Bare ass.” Autumn said dryly.
	“You think we’ve got time?” Angus wondered aloud. 
	Boyd shrugged, “Come on!” and just like that the boys darted out of the river, buck naked, and charged back up the bank path and onto the bridge.
	“Are they crazy?” Helga quipped.
	“Yep!” Brianna said.
	“Certifiable!” Autumn added.
	“What if a train comes?”
	“What if?” said Brianna with a shrug of indifference.
	“They don’t care, they’d give a BA to the train, too!” added Autumn.
	Helga giggled—she gave her own BA’s to subway trains; once to the Elevated train but almost got caught that time.  She knew what a “BA” was but didn’t know if the country hicks had the same notion.
	“Sounds like fun!” Helga said beamingly.
	Brianna and Autumn looked to one another.
	“You game?”

	The Dora Mae chugged effortlessly under the river; one hundred feet of barge being pushed by a mediocre tug boat.  The skipper was in the wheelhouse, two deckhands were fore on the barge itself doing something or other; another hand was at the outside of the wheelhouse looking up to the five kids who were naked on the train bridge, bending over patting their bare asses.  The man shook his fist, the captain tooted the horn, and the two deckhands looked as if though they would fall over with the laughter they were doing.
	Just then,
	A horrendous noise was heard—then felt.  The very bridge began to tremble and Helga felt a suddenness of fear well up in her.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Brianna.
	“The train!” Autumn cried out.
	Boyd and Angus seemed elated and like fairers began to dance holding hands and being extremely gay—in both senses of the word.  Brianna grabbed Helga’s hand, “Come on!” and nakedly the three girls stampeded off the bridge, down the dirt trail, and under the bridge’s embankment.
	The boys followed but they weren’t in any hurry.
	Helga sat on her butt hugging her knees.  Autumn sat close beside somewhat grimacing in anticipation.  Brianna sat at angle, arms about her knees, too.  Boyd and Angus came along giving Helga a free shot of their dangling boyhoods.  Helga gave little thought sexually to the naked lads; now wasn’t the time.
	The rumble of “the train” approached.
	“It’s something you gotta see!” Angus said enthusiastically.
	Boyd stood proudly, hands on hips, staring up to the creaking timbers above.  Layers of flying dust drifting down on the warm sullen air being charged by the encroaching Dark Thunder.
	“What the hell’s a “Dark Thunder”?” Helga had to ask.
	“It’s a train.” Brianna said not so enthusiastic.
	“It’s MORE than a train!” Boyd said sharply.
	“It’s a monster!”
	“It’s a behemoth, a Big Boy!”
	Helga had no idea—but before the boys could fill her in on the massive iron monster—it came.  The roar was more than anything Helga had ever experienced.  And to be UNDER it was something to be explained as “specfuckingtacular!”

*

how to fuck a duck without really trying
	“A piss poor family had trapped a few ducks.  They needed some things only money could buy so the father told his three sons take a duck each and travel around trying to sell them.  They agreed and headed off on separate ways.
 	The youngest of them knocked on the door of a farm house ay down the road; a shapely young blonde farm girl answered the door. 
 	“S’cuse me, Ma’am" said the boy, “I’m wunderin’ if y’d be interested in buyin’ this ‘ere duck frum me”. 
 	The woman replied “I’d sure like me that plump duck to cook fer me supper, but I’s aint got no money to spare”.  Then,  “How about a fuck for it?” 
 	The boy didn’t hesitate and replied “Sure!” and went inside to get to it. 
 
 	After they’d done the deed, the lonely farm girl said “If’n yer fuck me again ya can have the duck back!”
 	So they did and afterwards the boy headed off along the road with the duck still under his arm.  Soon a large truck roared past the man which frightened the duck so much that it jumped out of his arms and right under the wheels where it was squashed. 
 	The truck driver stopped and got out to speak with the boy who was crying explaining that his Pa was gonna skin him ‘cause he was out trying to earn money for his family by selling the duck.  The truck driver felt sorry and offered the boy a dollar for his trouble.  The boy took the offer and headed for home with the money in his pocket. 
 	That evening as the family all gathered around the table; the father asked them how his boys did. 
 	The first son replied “I done good, Pa, I got me three dollars fur my duck”.
 	The second son replied “I done better ‘n him Pa, I got five dollars!”
 	Then the third son leaned back in his chair showing a cheeky grin and grinning said I’s done better ‘n all of yers, I got a fuck for a duck, a duck for a fuck, and a buck for a fucked up duck!”

Welcome to Whistle Stop (now go home!)
	Evening was coming on; it was still hot out and the river water had long since dried on their blistered skin.  Helga for one was elated at the shade; the exploration of the abandoned train stop—not so much.
	“There’s an underground access, too.” said a beaming Boyd.
	Both Brianna and Autumn shot their new friend a quick look conveying, “No way—no how.” Helga smiled back to Boyd and took a near permanent squat on an old stump.  The boys went exploring, Brianna slipped off to one side to do “business.”  
	“How often does the train come?” Helga wanted to know.
	“Dark Thunder about twice a week, regular trains twice a day.”
	Helga wasn’t so sure she wanted to camp out overnight so close to where even an occasional train would come roaring by.  She also wanted to be home with her horny Dad—she was just getting him broken in and wanted to at it again with him.  The impromptu campout with the new friends had come up quickly catching her off guard.
	Boyd and Angus returned carrying some forgotten treasures; a lantern, a decaying leather holster, and rusting spurs.  Boyd slipped off to one side (to where Brianna had gone.)  Angus slurped on the soda from his backpack, Helga fretted a little about the “sleeping out” under the stars.  It wasn’t really a big deal—she had done it on the Little Island on the Big River in the City; but this was a little different.
	“Sooooo,” drawled Autumn, “did you have a boyfriend—in the City?”
	Helga shrugged, “Yeah, kinda.” Then, “He was couple years older.” And had a nice dick!  Helga’s thoughts were suddenly all on the heartthrob; he was a good fuck; just as naughty as she was; enjoyed the same things and so much more.
	“Hey,” said Angus, “where’d Boyd and Bree get off to?”
	Autumn somewhat gouged her tubby boyfriend in the side.
	“Oh.” He said lowly.  
	Autumn sat on a pile of debris, Angus stood beside her and in the fleeting rays of daylight, Helga could just see the chubby boy with a boner.  Trying not to stare, Helga mused at the cluttered scene that was once a thriving but remote train strop.
	Angus soon got a campfire going—then Helga noticed that he and Autumn had “disappeared.”  Helga roasted a weiner, farted, and slammed a soda.  She doubted life with the lame ass girl scouts her Mother wanted her to join would be so cool—skinny dipping and giving Bas to the river traffic.  That was pretty cool.

	Just on the verge of saying “fuck it” and going home (and of course realized she had no fucking clue as to where “home” was) she listened intently and heard the telltale sounds of familiar “frolicking.”  Off to one side beyond the largest pile of debris.  Being sneaky without the pesky minding gadget, Helga sneaked to the pile to see hanky and panky going on.  Brianna was on top of Boyd, they were naked and in the engagement of having sex.
	Helga couldn’t see very well with the twilight upon them, that gray area between Day and Evening was a bitch on the eyes.  Helga’s view was from the side—which wasn’t optimum.  She waited a few minutes then slowly crept around finding Angus and Autumn likewise engaged but with Autumn on the bottom.
	When Boyd, Brianna, Angus, and Autumn returned to the campsite, they found the newest member standing by the campfire—naked.  She was washing herself down with mosquito spray.
	“Fucking bugs!” she complained.
	Boyd giggled and shucked his clothing (again) and boldly walked up to take the offering.  Brianna and the others did likewise.

	Later that night and the “call of nature” struck Helga.  She had been having wondrous dreams of Phoebe, Logan, and her Dad.  Above her and there were stars she had never seen before—millions of them!  Lightning bugs flittered about, the air was still warm but more comfortable than hours earlier.  There were still some glowing embers in the nearby fire; buzzing insects buzzed about being pests; frogs croaked and a fog horn could be heard blasting from the nearby river.
	Helga stirred from her sleeping bag, naked, and with a sopping wet cunt stumbled over to one side of the encampment and squatted for a good pee.  she imagined that she could fit in with Brianna and the others; and there was something about that Chinese girl, Kim Ko.  She was going to need a better bike than the one she had to make any distance to anyone she would make friends with.  School was right around the corner and she betted that that was going to be an experience, too.
	Once back at camp she rummaged thru he backpack for some late night snacking.  She noticed that the camp was lacking in campers; Boyd and Autumn were missing.  Angus was snoring, Brianna was almost completely covered up inside her bag.
	Being sneaky, Helga found behind the pile of rubble Boyd and Autumn “going at it.”  Autumn was on her hands and knees with Boyd behind her fucking one hole or another.

	Helga was curious and wondered if they were cheating or was it ok to “swap” among the group.  In the wee-wee hours of the morning, an hour or so before sunrise, Helga saw Brianna and Angus slip away coyly and not returning for several minutes.  They were all giggles, sweating, and reeking of sex sweat.
	Hmmmm

Kim Ko
	Like in the City, there were places in town that were ok to visit and hang around—and places best left alone and avoided.  Kim Ko became Helga’s guide.  She was an ok kind of girl, a little on the short side (like Phoebe); knew too much (like Phoebe); and seemed oblivious to the wills of sex and perversions thereof.
	Or so Helga thought.
	“What are they doing?” Helga asked.
	Kim giggled, “That’s Carlie and Sam, they have this thing on the school computer to do stuff around town with their video camera—do reports and stuff like that; in-depth interviews; dig up dirt; make shit up, stuff like that.”
	Helga met Carlie and Samantha; they were alright and greeted Helga friendly enough.  Helga got the impression from Kim, though, that something wasn’t on the up and up with iCarlie & Co.  Helga made a mental note about the pair and went on to spy on Zack and Yancy.
	Kim knew the boys, they were seventh graders, 4-H’ers, farmboys.  They were nice, drank moonshine, rode naked down the middle of town on a tractor (two months earlier), long distance runners.  To know them you’d think the pair were brothers—they were not, but they had known one another since they were toddlers.
	“I know something about them that most folk don’t.” Kim proclaimed.
	“Oh?” and Helga was interested.
	To an area behind the farm & tractor supply where a seldom if ever used baseball park was was the place to be to see what Kim Ko knew about Zack Addams and Yancy Brockton.
	At first she seemed a little apprehensive, somewhat embarrassed, and generally not sure if new friend Helga would be “cool” with what they would discover about the boys.  But Helga WAS cool and didn’t mind at all what she saw Zack and Yancy doing.
	One was the boys were smoking pot.  Big deal.
	Two, the boys were drinking from a Mason jar.  Another big deal.
	Three, the boys were naked.  The boys were naked and playing with the other’s cock!  Oh!
	Circle jerking!  The boys were high and well on their way to getting smashed on mash.  Not bad looking boys, strapping boys—well built.  But they were farm boys; those hay bales were hefty, they toted heavy bags of feed, seed, and whatever else came in 50 lbs. bags.  
	Kim didn’t know if the boys had girlfriends or not, they DID hang with a mixed group at the malt shoppe but it wasn’t clear if they were into boys, girls, or each other only.
	After a few minutes and did Zack “go down” on his buddy’s cock.	
	Kim seemed embarrassed—but mostly for Helga’s sake.  Helga, however, was not embarrassed and as the boys got going with each other, 69ing, spanking, gettin’ after it, Helga snaked a hand down inside her jeans she was trying to break in and “got after it” herself.  Kim was right beside her in the high grass on a dirt berm that surrounded the ball field.  The backstop was old wood planks painted green—the green paint, however, was cracked and peeling.  Lots of weeds were all about; the metal/aluminum grandstands left and right were in bad condition; beer bottles were everywhere; lots of sapling trees and bushes were unkempt swaying in the lifeless near-end-of-summer air.
	Out of the corner of her eye did Helga see Kim doing likewise; hand down her pants finger-finger-finger!  Helga scooted closer; the girls turned to face one another and in the heat of the day, in the tall grass, with bugs and insects buzzing and jittering about—the two girls who had known each just a couple days kissed.
	Seemed the thing to do.
	The kissing led to more, of course,  Helga undone her pants pushing them down—then she took Kim’s hand taking it to her own muff.  The girl instantly went to gouging her fingers into Helga’s hungry cunt.
	“Let’s go to my house!” Kim said excitedly.
	Helga was cool with that.
	Zack and Yancy were still going at—Zack on his hands and knees with Yancy behind him butt fucking him.  Zack pleased himself while Yancy hammered him—and continued to swig the clear liquid from the jar.  The girls slowly slipped like snakes thru the grass and away.
	Once at Kim’s house the girls made for the bathroom; no one was home—both Kim’s parents worked with Kim’s Dad commuting to the City an hour and a half away.  Helga made for the toilet while Kim stripped off her clothes and got into the shower—there, unabashed, she spread her stance and began to pee.  Helga smiled—she was pleased.
	Once home, nosey Miriam asked “how was your day, Helga?”
	Helga scoffed, her rapport with her Mother was not one hundred percent.  Mostly ‘cause Miriam was a genuine Space Case.  Helga spewed that she had indeed met a new friend and that they had hung out together.  Miriam was overjoyed, “See, Helga, dear, I told you that you could make friends anywhere despite where the where is.”
	“Great, Mom, just great.” Helga drawled and made for her room.
	She firstly just flopped onto her bed staring up to the ceiling.  Her pussy still tingled from the afternoon of romping with new friend, Kim Ko.  She wasn’t Phoebe—far from it; but then again—Phoebe wasn’t Kim!  Helga had nearly clumsily toppled off the toilet getting out of her clothes and joining the girl in the shower (for a combined pee).
	Kim was all giggles; the girls stood a few inches apart and gushed their urine out managing to splash the urine flow onto one another.  Helga recalled fondly sitting on Phoebe’s face and peeing.  As soon as the piss fest over—the girls embraced one another trying to press their bodies into one.  a deep seed of passion commenced with the girls roaming their hands all over one another and very passionately kissing.
	With the shower on the girls cooled down (but heated up).  Helga was in charge—which seemed to be ok with Kim, and pressed the girl up against the back of the large almost pink tiled wall.  More kissing, titty groping, then Helga slid down keeping Kim against the wall but settled on a soap dish precariously so.  On her knees, the shower spray on her back, Helga noshed on Kim’s delicious cunt and the some!
	Kim’s legs flailed about banging against Helga’s head; she frigged herself, tweaked her nipples, and thoroughly enjoyed being eaten out.  After the shower and dried and in her room, Kim Ko enjoyed being spanked, too!  Helga enjoyed it as well.  A handy-dandy nearby candle went shovingly up into Kim’s asshole—then a wide-wide white dress belt lashed Kim’s ass followed by a ping pong paddle.
	Cunt munching followed with the girls firstly 69ing; then smashing their pussies hard to one another, fingering one another into sheer ecstasy while lip locked.
	The girls couldn’t get enough of one another—they still strove to press their bodies into one.  Kim spanked Helga, shoved a candle into HER ass, and ate out her pussy until Helga anointed her new friend’s face with her essence.
	On her own bed, Helga lay out naked fingering her pussy to beat all.
	“Jeeze, Helga!” said Big Bob startling his young daughter.
	“Jeeze, Dad!” bitched back Helga almost sliding off the bed against the wall.  ‘You forget how the fuck to knock!?’ but then with their new relationship kicked up a notch the privacy issue was moot.
	Big Bob stood at the just barely cracked open bedroom door—string at his naked child in the midst of pleasing herself.
	“Where’s Miriam?” Helga asked curiously.
	“Sleeping—with Prince Val.”
	Helga smiled and repositioned herself on her bed, spreading her legs wide—invitingly.
	Big Bob stammered, cleared his throat, ducked his head back into the hallway; then slowly came into the room, gently shutting the bedroom door.  There were two windows in Helga’s back-of-the-house room; one opened to the East, the other South.  Both windows had shades and curtains—both of which were closed making the room dark save for a light from the fifteen gallon fish tank, clock radio light, and night light at the baseboard by the door.
	Big Bob paused a moment then crossed the room to stare and gawk at his naked daughter.  Slowly he began to gouge the heel of his hand to his burgeoning boner.  Helga wasn’t sure but when Mr. Ko had come home unexpectedly—did he have a boner, too?  Helga and Kim had just cleaned up from their outrageous romp in Kim’s room, cleaned the candles, and were going to go at it again when a car door slammed.  Kim thought at first it was her Mother who taught music privately.
	Peeking out the window and Kim was surprised to see her Dad home.  The girls flung themselves quickly into their clothes and barely got themselves together before Mr. Ko was in the house.  He was kinda tall, thin build, sharp suit.  
	A brief conversation in Chinese between Mr. Ko and Kim.  He spoke good English and spoke with Helga, too; welcoming her to the community and inviting her to dinner.  Helga declined and made for home (but not before possibly noting that the man might have had a hard-on.)
	Big Bob stood a minute later than began coming out of his clothes.
	Helga’s pussy began to thrive just thinking of that big dick sliding into her pussy.  Big Bob, though, had paused in his undressing.  Helga continued to frig her but slowed.  Her Dad was having qualms and Helga understood that; she wondered if the old man would like to spank her?  Would he like to pee on her?  Would he like her to pee on HIM!?  She betted that Big Bob would LOVE to see her and Kim Ko going at it.
	Safe bet there…

	After a long enduring couple of minutes with Big Bob only undoing his pants and nothing more, Helga scooted on the bed to straddle her legs about her Dad’s standing legs and fish out his cock.  It was hot in her hands, thick, meaty, and much better than any mere candle.  Cum was already soiling the piss slit—Helga held the cock in her hands, squeezing the skin tight before placing her mouth to the tip and rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown.
	“OH!  Helga!” Bob said with a deep rumbling grumble.  His cock increased in size as well as temperature.  His hands went to her blond hair and his cock into her mouth.  Helga cupped his balls and worked the heated prong in her mouth sending dear old Daddy to a superior orbit.
	Big Bob was in ecstasy—pure ecstasy.  The sensations his daughter who was barely thirteen gave him the most terrific blowjob ever!  Miriam sucked him “occasionally” but she wasn’t near as good as daughter Helga.  Not even close!  Just about every inch filled the girl’s mouth; she manipulated his hairy balls as well as his prong—then suddenly,
	“Sonofabitch!” and he was cumming.
	A huge tumultuous squirt of man juice suddenly erupted from his cock filling Helga’s mouth to capacity.  He still humped the hole; his eyes fluttered and he felt his heart beating hard, too.  Passionate sensations he had seldom known were suddenly thriving within him (and shooting down the length of his cock!)
	And into Helga’s mouth!
	Some cum spilled out the corners of her mouth but for the most part she swallowed the spunk matter squeezing the virtual life out of her Dad’s cock.  In her mind she saw Kim Ko sucking the same life out of her own Dad’s cock.  Helga knew that Kim would be a go for to do the same to Big Bob—and she was relatively sure that Big Bob would let her!
	After the final squirt—Big Bob sunk to his knees.  He had no choice.  He heaved, sweated, farted, and was completely drained of energy.  Helga smacked her lips, farted, then flopped herself back onto her bed.  Her pure nakedness was there—right there for her Dad’s perusal.
	And he did peruse!
	After a couple of minutes to gather himself he put his mouth to the girl’s cunt and drove his tongue into her snatch.  Helga brought her legs up, bracing her knees against her old man’s head quipping, “eat me, Dad, eat me hard!”
	Big Bob drove his tongue wickedly into the girl’s quim doing just that—eating her hard.  Helga twisted and bucked into Bob’s face; Bob shoved a finger into her asshole driving her into a new level of pleasure.

	Just as Helga was brought to the brink of orgasmic bliss--
	“I gotta pee!” the girl was experienced enough sexually to know when it was an orgasm or a piss striving to explode from her cunny.
	“Go ahead!” giggled Bob.
	“I don’t want to pee on my bed, Dad!” griped Helga.
	Big Bob said something under his breath but sat back smacking his own lips.  Helga swung herself off the bed, clenched herself to keep the pressure of pissing at bay, then made way to the bedroom door looking back over her naked shoulder, “Well, you coming?”
	That was an understatement.
	Bob stared at her, then grinned big and stood up shucking his clothes and coming after his naughty daughter.  Just before entering the bathroom, though, “Hold up, Helga, gotta make a check.” And he did, into the bedroom he shared with his wife.  She was dead to the world; Prince Valium was a wonderful visitor!
	In the bathroom the two enjoyed better lighting.  Helga hugged her Dad, something she/they seldom ever did.  His cock was hard, again; she toyed with it and was going to do more but then the pressure in her personal dam began to burst and she felt pee trickling down her legs.  Into the shower she went with her Dad following.  As soon as he was in, Helga stepped back enough so he could see her steady stream of pee issuing forth from her lovely fuckable cunt.
	And it was a long hearty piss.  Bob wished he had to pee or he would have pissed all over Helga’s cunt.  But he didn’t, not at that particular time.  He turned on the shower then began fingering Helga’s pussy, cocking one of her legs up to do so.  Soon and he had her up against the smooth shower wall, angling her so as his masterful cock could get masterfully into her pussy.
	When penetration began—
	“Oh, Dad!”
	Big Bob worked his cock up and down the entrance, dragging it up and down before sliding it in.  Helga braced, clutched her Dad, and accepted most of her Dad’s amazing cunt pleasing cock.
	“Sonofabitch!” she blurted.
	Bob slid his manhood in as far as it would go—touching the back wall of Helga’s pussy.  He began to pump—slowly at first but then sped up as the feeling of sex commanded him to do so.  Helga clung on as the event was one she had never experienced before.  It was fantastic!

*

	The interview with Mr. Prescott who taught History was a downer; Ms. Abbcott who taught social studies was an adventure in “Huh?”  The football squad was ok—but they were kind of rude, crude, a little lewd so most of their interview didn’t make it to air.  
	Mr. Floyd Dewitt was the best interview; he knew all the principals starting with the first one to be hired on to the then one room one class school fifty years ago.  Mr. Dewitt knew when there was segregation at the school; when preachers came to have a showdown with the all-white staff; he knew when the agricultural group won the tri-county fair top prize for biggest pumpkin; there were more stories from the old black man than there was air time.
	And Floyd Dewitt was not a teacher, student, former student.
	He was the janitor.

	When not in school trying to drum up advertising, interviews, get the dirt on someone or some social group, Carlie and her best friend and shadow, Samantha Phucket, hung out at the local malt shoppe.  Like Helga, they were newcomers to the country; like with Helga’s Dad, Carlie’s parents had to revamp their finances after a series of mishaps, layoffs, and so on.  Sam came along, too, as she and Carlie were inseparable.  Life in the city wasn’t all that grand and Sam wasn’t doing so hot in school—or on the streets—or with her parents who didn’t understand her.  So a stint in the country just might do the trick.
	At the McShay household other than Carlie and Sam, Carlie’s parents, there was Carlie’s dweeb brother, Spencer.  There was something terribly wrong with Spencer—he was eighteen and from another planet.  A little high strung, loved the OLD computer games and was dangerous with any tool of any kind; screwdriver, hammer, saw, chisel, and anything electrical.  He was happy-go-lucky; tall, dark hair, incredibly friendly, and a long distance runner—usually that came in handy living in the city outrunning thugs and bullies.
	 Both parental units worked in the nearby City, still—and long hours at that, so they practically stayed in the City during the week and came home on the weekends.  Worked for Carlie, Sam, and Spencer!
	One fine day and Spencer was busy avoiding being eaten by Blinky; Carlie was on intent on getting eaten herself—and she made the comment off-handedly that fine afternoon.

	“We’re going to my room to make out,” she said giddily, “wanna come watch, or join in, or whatever!?” she was a little fanciful, fruity, flakey, and like her brother sometimes high strung.  She had long-long sleek black hair, a trim body, great ass, nominal titties for a girl of thirteen.  Samantha had a bit bigger titties, wider butt, dish blond hair, and not as energetic as Carlie.
	The girls acted silly, giddy, and carefree as could be; Spencer was deeply embroiled in avoiding being eaten by Blinky but didn’t see Clyde sneaking up behind him blocking his escape out the side.  The girls waited a minute; Spencer cussed the antiquated game machine from the 80s that was loaded with all the popular 1980s games of that period.
	For filler:  a couple days earlier (according to Kim who was a sneaky little spy without an EMAD to aid her) and Spencer found his teenage sister spanking herself in her bedroom.  Shazam!  She was naked and using a wooden paddle to paddle/spank herself.
	Spencer made a quick exit and disappeared to his own room of which Kim couldn’t get to see.  Carlie put on a top and panties and left her room; again, Kim was unable to be let in on what happened thereafter.  The next instance when Kim came to spy and there was Spencer on Carlie’s bed, naked, masturbating!  He had a pair of his sister’s panties wrapped about his johnson seriously getting after it—and in walked Carlie.
	At first she was shocked—a little peeved at the intrusion and blatancy, but then she lightened up and was approaching the bed when a parental unit unexpectedly came home.  Doncha hate when that happens?

	If there were “other” instances, Kim missed them.  She couldn’t go about spying all the time.  In company with Helga and the two watched as some seconds later his head popped up from the arcade machine—the whirring sound of his character being eaten by Blinky didn’t seem to phase him; he had the top score already.  He blinked his eyes, shook his head, then glanced around the machine to his sister’s bedroom.  The door was open.  He gawked, jaw dropped, then tripped over the footstool before gathering himself and barely making it to the girl’s bedroom before tripping again.
	Helga and Kim had to scoot along the house’s side to get the new view of Carlie’s bedroom.  They just got there to see Carlie shucking her jeans—she was already topless.  Samantha stood removing her clothing, pushing down her jeans as clumsy Spencer nearly fell into the room.  Sam rolled her eyes, shook her head sadly—but she had known Spencer virtually all her life and was used to the boy’s ineptness in walking.

	Once Carlie was naked, she laid out on her bed, legs opened wide.  Sam gave Spencer a slight look, a little embarrassment, then she crawled onto the with her face going right down to Carlie’s snatch.  Spencer nearly fell again (and he was just standing!)	The view from Spencer’s viewpoint was fantastic!  He was directly behind Sam’s wiggling ass.
	In no time at all and the tall lanky boy was out of his clothes.  Sam busied herself eating out Carlie’s cunt while Carlie cocked her head to see her brother’s nakedness.  After a stroke, a squeeze, and a flop, the brother strolled up to Sam’s wiggling ass, addressed it, admired it, touched it.
	Sam kept vigil on tonguing, wiggling her ass, and driving both Carlie and her brother crazy.  Spencer smoothed his hands over Sam’s wiggling but, then took his extremely hard cock and began smacking it against her ass, dragging it up and down the crack, then gouged the girl’s cunt before actually putting it in.
	A few pumps and he pulled out, smacked her ass and plunged back into her pussy for a few pumps more.  Then the girl with super thick blond hair in a style all her own moved up on Carlie to lay down and begin kissing.  Spencer watched, masturbated, eyed Sam’s ass and Carlie’s cunt then moved onto the bed attempting penetration into Sam.
	The sound of a car encroaching with lights stabbing into the dark of the evening type time distracted the little spies who ducked and fled across the backyard to the thick shrubbery behind the garden shed.  It wasn’t the parental units, just a car making use of the McShay driveway to do a turn-around.
	When the coast was clear the girls hot footed back to the viewing to see Carlie and Sam 69ing with Spencer behind Carlie who was on top plugging away at his own sister!  Sam, underneath, continued to lick out Carlie’s cunt while also sucking on Spencer’s ball sac!
	It definitely got Helga and Kim hot and bothered.  They slipped off back to the area behind the garden shed, shed their clothes, and hotly bothered one another before striking off for Kim’s home.

	Spying became a way of life for Helga and Kim, both were already good at it separately and together they were even better!  They enjoyed spying on others as it got them hot and bothered; then, they scampered off somewhere to “bother” one another.  Helga was still having a fling with her Dad, Big Bob.  His cock was masterful and he seemed to enjoy his shenanigans with her with little remorse or concern about the incestuous complications.

	One day, Helga and Kim were bonding in Helga’s room.  They were naked, of course, and Kim was munching out on Helga’s pussy.  A generous green 8-inch ¼ inch candle stick was jammed up into Kim’s asshole with just the “wick” sticking out when in waltzed unannounced Big Bob.
	Kim instantly freaked and flung herself up Helga’s naked body then off the side of the bed to hide.
	“Oh, dear!” quipped Helga, “Looks like we’ve been caught!”
	Big Bob was a little taken aback and off-guard.
	Helga gave him slight wink conveying “It’s alright”.
	Kim remained clutching her naked self hunkering down beside the bed.  Big Bob remained at the bedroom door, then looked to the cast off clothing specifically the girls’ panties.  Then he smiled and as he made his move across the room,
	Just before scooping up the panties—
	“Looks like a spanking for us for sure!” which stopped Big Bob in his tracks.  Helga was moving on her bed coming off and settling with her knees to the floor and body against the bed.  Patting the bed she coaxed a bewildered Kim to cross over the bed and “assume the position.”
	After she did so,
	Bob wasted no time and made way to the girls, Kim watched him and was a little concern and a lot confused.  Bob sized up the situation; his daughter was naked, his daughter’s friend was naked; his daughter seemed to make some sort of disciplinarian conveyance; his cock was hard.  Seeing the two girls naked engaged in a sex act had sent him over the edge.  
	Standing off to one side of Helga he continued to assess the situation, then laid a hand to Helga’s bare ass.  So far to date he had been in her ass, pussy, and mouth.  He had squirted his love cream on her face, dogged her in the bathroom, in the shower, on her bed…
	Helga stretched her arms across the bed; along with sucking her Dad’s dick, getting squirted on, peed on, fucked royally in the shower, she also enjoyed a good spank.  Not too hard, but enough to sting.  Big Bob seemed to get some enjoyment out of the deal, too.
	SMACK!
	Helga reacted with a twist of her young body, ass and pussy clenching, hands gripping the bedding and reeling slightly from the smack.  Another smack followed with another after that before the man began roaming his hands about the soft tender-tenderized ass.
	Then he put his hand to Kim’s ass.
	SMACK!  SMACK!-SMACK!-SMACK! in rapid succession.

	Kim wrenched one way and then the other, wept a little, stung a lot.  Big Bob worked a finger down between her legs finding the candle-dildo in her asshole.  He pulled it out—then pushed it back in.  Kim spread her legs but was still embarrassed and a lot nervous.
	At length and Big Bob was out of his stroking his big dick.  Helga and Kim had flaming ass flesh; they rubbed their asses and on their knees faced Bob’s big dick.  Helga went first, gripping her Dad’s schlong that the heat of the skin flute she could feel without touching.  It was a musty smelling dong, inches long, thick, and with a bit of spurt juice coating the head.  
 	Working the cock, Helga squeezed, pulled the skin hard; then to shock her friend put her lips to the daddy dong and engulfed it.

*

you only gangbang the ones you love
	“That’s Captain Noah, he’s kinda nice.”
	Yeah, nice and naughty.  Noah Scroggum was a retired merchant seaman, merchant fisherman.  He was a long-long way from any large body of water.  Nevertheless, he seemed to fit right in the hillbillies, rednecks, and other assorted social deviants (known and not known).  
	And Noah Scroggum was deviant himself—and his granddaughter, Katey, knew it.  Once more on the remote fishing site on the picnic table in the middle of the day, Katey Suxum, lay virtually naked on the table; once more her top was pushed up to expose her young breasts; once more her pants were off and panties dangling off of one ankle.
	And once more her grandpa scrogged her.
	The scene should have been one of horror; those observing should be calling local authorities.  Shoulda-woulda-coulda—but they didn’t.  Noah Scroggum worked gently putting his pole into his young granddaughter.  The girl didn’t seem to be too distressed; she tossed her head side to side, grimaced some, arched her back and so on but not in any obvious stress.
	Helga found the scene somewhat exhilarating and began fingering herself.  Noah began humping harder, faster; raising Katey’s legs allowing the unseen viewers the optimum view of his cock slamming into the girl’s cunt.  Katey was some months away from being eleven but/and already she was taking all of her Grandpa’s cock!
	Gobs and rivers of cum drizzled out of the girl’s cunt; Noah made some boisterous announcement and pumped a little more with a little less speed but the same exhilarating enthusiasm.

	The retired seaman wasn’t finished; exhausted from his incestuous deed he lay on the girl heaving.  He groped her young budding breasts, cupped her ass, smothered her with his aged body before standing up pulling her to him.  Katey had not the same exhilaration as her Grandpa; she looked more disenchanted than anything else.
	Noah hugged his granddaughter for a moment or two, then pulled her off the table to press her against himself before pushed her gently to her knees.  There, the man’s soiled half limp dick went up against the girl’s face—skull fucking.  Katey gave no indication of enjoyment or any other expression of satisfaction or whatever.  Noah’s cock slowly returned to hardness and his intensity of face fucking his granddaughter increased until he was pushing his hardened prong into her mouth.
	The girl gripped the slick dick, cupped his hairy balls, and sucked his cock.  Noah reeled and fucked Katey’s mouth with a great reverence.  Helga inched her pants down but mindful of any presence of bees.   Kim, right beside her, had already pushed her own pants and underwear down and was busy “busying” herself.
	After squirting his man juice into Katey’s mouth, Noah picked his granddaughter up, turned her about and positioned her onto the table, spread her legs and stood back to take a gander at her.  After massaging his cock and gandering, her stepped up to her to hump her ass.  Firstly it was just his flaccid penis against the girl’s soft warm ass.  Then he began spanking the girl’s ass with his cock until it re-hardened.  Then it was more spanking with more earnesty.  
	Helga and Kim were soon naked, rolling in the tall grass pressing their sweaty naked bodies together, pounding their young teen pussies together, groping heavily one another getting very dirty in all kinds of ways.
	On the picnic table, Grandpa Noah was sodomizing Katey.  The girl gripped the edges of the table but made no indication one way or the other that she was aware of being reamed.  Noah spanked her as he had his cock rammed up into hole; the man gasped and panted, sweated, and heaved-ho but maintained a steady rout of butt fucking until he came his last cum.

*

cum stains for everyone!
	“Who’s that?”
	“Jason Burtrand.”
	“And that must be his Dad?”
	“Yeah, an asshole.”

	At a park deemed a “central” park a barbeque was in progress, Jason Burtrand had been playing with some other boys when his Dad, “Asshole” suddenly and abruptly comes up and grabbed him by the elbow jerking him out of the area.  What his offense was was unknown—to the spying girls Kim and Helga.  The boys shook their heads sadly as they had obviously seen this mistreatment before.
	The spying girls hotfooted it around the park with Kim knowing exactly where to go.  The day was waning and not getting cooler; after spying on the naughty Grandpa the girls came to Kim’s house where they showered together, made love, spanked one another, then pounded their young pussies together until they experienced something of a mutual orgasm.  Then it was back to spying.
	At the Burtrand household the girls just made it as Paul Burtrand basically yanked his son into the house.  
	“His wife left him couple years ago.” Kim supplied.
	“I can see why.”
	It wasn’t easy being sneaky as the house set on a large lot so sneaking across to the side of the house was a difficult one.  The girls waited, a house on the left, a two story house on the right.  There were bushes and shrubs along the fences separating the property but none against the house.
	“You’ve been here before?” Helga asked.
	Kim grinned, blushed and answered, “couple times.”
	After forty-five minutes and the sun finally had dipped enough to somewhat conceal the girls, they made the sprint across the open backyard and long the right side of the house peering into Jason’s bedroom.  There they found Jason Burtrand naked pressed up against his bed being spanked.  Paul Burtrand had a long paddle much like a canoe paddle just with a shorter handle.  The paddle was struck against Jason’s naked ass and back of his legs.  The boy held onto his bed crying into his covers.  What was being said by his Dad was unheard—the spankings, however, could be heard.
	Then, after Jason’s young ass was well tenderized, the paddle was dropped and his Dad took off his pants AND underwear!  His cock was hard!  He stroked it, flopped it, and young Jason wiped his eyes on his bed then turned on his knees to face his Dad’s dick.  He rubbed his burning ass while his Dad smacked his cock upside his face.  That was followed by full mouth insertion.
	“Holy shit!” Helga blurted.
	“Wait,” said Kim, “there’s more!”
	and there was…

	About two or three minutes did Paul fuck his son’s mouth, then the poppycock was out and humping against the handsome boy’s face.  For thirteen, Jason, had a decent body; trim, pretty well built for his age, good haircut, nice looking (‘specially naked!) and a pretty neat looking cock.
	Soon, though, and Paul finished face fucking his son.  The boy automatically knew what to do nextly; he turned around, face down on the carpet, burning red ass up in the air—legs open, ass open.  Paul checked the ass, stroked his cock then stepped up to his agonizing son smacking the burning blistered ass with his cock then slowly made anal penetration and got busy with the butt fucking.
	Helga had her hand down her pants fingering herself as was Kim beside her.  The scent of hollyhocks was everywhere; lightning bugs flittered about; stink weed and other fragrant wild herbs and weeds scented the air—along with a skunk somewhere close by.  Paul Burtrand clamped his hands tightly to his teenage son’s ass and pounded hurriedly.  He was tall, had one of those 1950s buzz cut haircuts, a trim-slim body, with a more than average sized lengthy cock.  After a few minutes of serious anal plunging he came.
	Helga was nude with Kim nakedly in front of her standing on a leaky water faucet as she was a bit shorter than Helga.  Helga desperately fingered Kim’s wet cunt; her mouth breathing hotly into Kim’s neck.  Paul strained his daddy dong emptying his love until there was no more.  Helga swore she saw steam rising off of the man’s cock when he pulled out of Jason.
	Jason rubbed his still burning ass; cum oozed out of the hole that was approximately the diameter of a half dollar.  On wobbly legs he stood and the two left the room.
	“They going to shower, now.” Kim said.
	“They fuck in the shower, too?”
	Kim nodded and stealthily made way along the house to where the window to the bathroom was.  The angle of the dangle was more difficult and the two spying girls had to make use of a plastic milk carton.  They could just barely see thru the grime encrusted three-quarter window; but in the shower of the bathroom Jason was on his knees sucking his Dad’s cock (again.)  After a minute of so the boy soaped up his Dad’s dong, then turned around bracing against the back of the shower and once more received dick to his ass.
	After a good soaping and rinsing, Jason masturbated cumming onto his Dad’s balls and cock—of which, of course, he had to clean up with his mouth.  The two exited the shower stall and dried off.  There was a conversation but the girls couldn’t hear it.  Paul left the bathroom, Jason threw up into the sink…

	Later that same day…
	Evening type time and there was a gaggle of townies at the malt shoppe.  It was a collection of peoples young, old, and in between.  Everyone came to the shoppe not just for treats but to mingle and be social.  Helga and Kim were there, Kim continuing to point out certain peoples of interest making the lame county hick town a little more appealing than first thought.
	Jason Burtrand was there, he seemed a little happier despite just a couple hours ago and he was being abused in all kinds of ways.  He did seem a little shy but tried to be social but it was clear that he wanted his “space.”  After a time he shuffled out the door leaving what few friends he had.  No one missed him, though—‘cept Helga.
	“Come on.” Helga said grabbing Kim’s elbow.
	On the right of the shoppe was a decent outside eating area partly covered by an awning.  Jason was there along with some of the overflow crowd.  He mingled with no one and shuffled thru the area making for the small park alongside.
	Helga and Kim followed.
	It was dark out but there was sufficient lighting; Jason sloughed his way thru the park, stopping to get a drink from the fountain then lean against a tree staring at nothing.
	Helga held up her pursuit letting the boy continue to have his space.
	Then,
	“Hi!”
	Jason was startled and immediately put up his defense shield shirking away keeping his “space.”  But he did say “Hi.”
	“Too crowded at the Shoppe, huh?”
	Jason shrugged and mumbled something that sounded like “Yeah.”
	A bit of silence came to them; then,
	“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” Helga offered, “more private.”
	Checking his watch, Jason shook his head, “I gotta get home soon.”
	“It wont take long.” Helga said with a sneering quip.
	Jason reared back but was taken by the hand by Helga and Kim and led off into the darkness.

	Not far, though, and close to his house.  Kim Ko’s house to be exact, and in the backyard.  There was a large playhouse situated in a corner surrounded by trees and shrubs.  The house was there before the Ko’s moved in and Kim found the house to her liking.

	With the windows covered with blankets a table lamp was brought to life.  Jason was a little nervous which escalated to shock (but not dismay) as Helga of whom he barely knew dropped to her knees before him, unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.
	Kim stripped off all of her clothes and settled on the bottom bunk bed, legs open, fingering herself.  Jason could hardly breathe.  Licking his lips nervously the boy’s eyes went from Helga’s working on his tool to Kim working on her cunt.
	Soon and Helga undone Jason’s brown cords and tugged them and his underpants down.  Her hands cupped and squeezed his ass; his cock in her mouth grew terrifically so and Helga expertly worked it into a tizzy.  The act began to feel good—real good, and soon he was squirting his love cream into Helga’s mouth.  Jason couldn’t help but make a loud verbal announcement of the fact, “Holy fucking shit, yeah!” he pumped into Helga’s mouth all his might squirting his cream to coat the back of her throat.
	Helga gagged, sputtered, and snorted cum thru her nose.  She pulled the boy’s prong out of her mouth, flopping the schlong all over her face; she suckled on his balls before directing him over to Kim.
	Kim was all giggles.  She blushed and eyed Jason’s dangling cock that was slowly returning back to stiff mode.  Fingering her pussy, legs splayed open, Jason’s cock stiffened and Helga guided the cock to Kim’s dick trench.
	Jason went right to it—and went right in.  Helga stripped off her clothes and began caressing the boy’s ass, spanking it lightly, clutching his balls up thru his legs, and fingering herself as she watched Jason’s dick sliding in and out of Kim’s cunt.
	Kim wrapped her legs about Jason; Jason was full on in his quest to achieve orgasmic nirvana.  He pumped hard, slow, fast, faster, and then out.  Helga spanked the boy’s ass, fingered herself, and helped slid his dick back into Kim’s receptacle.  
	This went on for two minutes and then Jason B was cumming.  The boy was an avid wanker; he humped his bed, his pillow, his hand, his best friend’s ass…
	Kim, too, was cumming; her legs wrapped tightly about the humping boy’s waist the two entered into that realm that was pure bliss and extreme ecstasy.  Kim’s eyes fluttered as she intently clung to the sweating heaving boy; her pussy quivered and yea her entire body convulsed.

	There was no rest for Jason—after his tumultuous orgasm, he sat back flogging his dog watching in tremendous awe as Helga licked out Kim’s cummy cunt.  His mouth fell open and only methodically did he handle his pud.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  
	And once his beleaguered cock was once more stiff; Helga finished her task on tonguing Kim and got onto her hands and knees presenting herself.  Jason took only a moment to gander at Helga’s presenting ass then scooted up and firstly rubbed himself all over the willing girl’s butt area, poked the hole, glided his prick up and down the crack; then, with Kim’s help his cock was guided into Helga’s quim.
	After the pumping got started—and Jason no longer gave a shit about the “time”, Kim slid underneath Helga and latched her mouth onto Jason’s swinging nuggets.  Helga, naturally, went down on her friend to once more nosh-nosh-nosh.  Jason gripped Helga’s ass and like when humping his best friend’s boyish ass, fucked heartily until creaming off once more.

	Of course he was late getting home—and of course his Dad was pissed and yanked the boy to his room where he stripped off his clothes and took a belting; thereafter his demented Dad stripped off HIS clothes and promptly sodomized his son for his tardiness.  Helga and Kim watched then slipped off to get Kim home before she was missed and/or got into trouble herself.  Helga called her Dad and Big Bob came and got her.  They went to the malt shoppe, had some treat, then strolled about the town before going to the town’s only park and having sex there.

 Grandpas are soooooo naughty!
	And then there was John Verdung; he was a proud member of the local church; a deacon in fact.  He helped collect the monies from the services; he was in charge of the church upkeep; he sang in the choir; was a director of the prayer group on Wednesdays; and delivered food to seniors and others who couldn’t make services.
	He also had to adorable granddaughters, Brandy and Stella.  Brandy was twelve years young, her sister was three years younger.  John was into motorcycles—among other things!  He had a boss custom Harley and a 1950 Indian.  Then there was a blue and white Dodge van circa 1960s; a modern sedan; and a custom made three-wheeler.
	It was the 1969 van, though, that was the center of attention.
	It was on a non-church day that the blue and white van (in need of blue and white paint) was parked under some lone maple trees a little ways outside of town near a water hole.

	Brandy and Stella had just come out of the water hole—which was exactly what it was—a hole with water.  A natural spring from underground filled the hole and kept it filled—the area was a meadow and inundated with natural spring water holes.  The holes weren’t good for fishing but were ok for swimming.  Brandy and Stella were doing just that—swimming.  John sat on the van’s step into the cargo van, naked.  The girls swimming were also without their clothes.  Naturally!
	After a time the girls clambered out of the water hole, shook themselves and went to their naked Grandpa where he had a towel for them at the ready.  He dried the girls off himself and then after a hug he sat with his legs wide open.  His cock was throbbingly hard and after stroking it himself for a moment got both girls to take over the job.  They did so with glee; stamping their feet like little school girls; giggling and seemingly not aware that playing with their Grandpa’s cock was a social no-no.
	After much toying; John scooted into the van and laid down.  Brandy crawled up onto him settling her delicious pussy onto his manly manhood.  John clutched the girl’s ass helping to grind her up against his cock.  Nine year old Stella gripped her Grandpa’s cock and toyed with it—she glided it against her sister’s ass, crack, Hole Number One and Hole Number Two before by her Grandpa’s maneuvering of Brandy got the tip of his dick going into Hole Number One.
	Most of John’s dong made the trek into the girl’s pre-teen poon; his manly hands clamped tightly and tenaciously on the girl’s ass/hips glided her skillfully up and down; Brandy’s legs were wide apart straddling her Grandpa.  Stella stood giggling, peeing, fingering herself watching the sex act before her.
	John slid his granddaughter up and down getting a little bit more of his prong into her sex; then he had to take a rest break—a great moan he made followed by a little bit of cum.  His cock surged, balls tightened up, and sperm juiced Brandy’s cunt.  Happily, Stella gripped the saucey prong and masturbated it before leaning in and sucking on the shaft!  John was more than elated—much more!
	“Give it to me hard, Grandpa!” called out Brandy.  The day was getting on; the sun inching down just past the horizon giving grand grandeur to the clear blue skies.  On her knees on a blanket on the ground, Brandy pulled her ass cheeks open giggling exactly the words her Grandpa had just told her to say—via the use of an electronic mind altering device of course.  Of course!

	Naked Grandpa John hammered his cock and inched his way up to the “willing” girl.  After spanking her ass with his cock that was hard enough to break bricks with, he began escorting himself into fuckable sex.  Beside them lay a giggly tossing Stella.  John’s sexual want increased ten-fold as he rammed his rod into Brandy and eyed Stella.
	“Keep your legs open.” he told Stella.  Stella giggled, peed a little, and lay tossing her young delightful body to and fro with her young legs open wide exposing her dainty sex for her Grandpa to ogle.
	And he did more than ogle; after his cock was most of the way in Brandy’s snatch box, he began fingering Stella’s pussy.  Stella continued to twist and arch her back; she tweaked her own young breasts; she smiled, peed, farted, and got most of her Grandpa’s fingers into her.  John eventually returned his attention to Brandy and drove the girl to the brink of sexual bliss—as well as himself.  It was an exhausting slog but one that was well worth it.  He came and came hard—the force of his cock’s explosion forced his thick beefy meatstick out of the girl’s cunt.  Great gobs of his ooze spewed onto her funk hole and then all over her enchanting ass.
	Brandy then turned about and after brushing her silky dark hair that was pasted to her face by sweat and cum she took her Grandpa’s cock into her mouth sucking it clean.
	“Fuck my ass, Grandpa, fuck my ass!” said Stella.  Such delightful words to come from a young girl!  John, of course, instigating such outburst with the wondrous gadget in his possession.
	Stella remained on her back, pulling her legs back grinning big.  John eyed her brown eye then moved up to begin poking the child’s hole.  Brandy lay beside them fingering her pussy inciting (and exciting) John to a whole new realm of depravity.  

	A skylark gave its song that gently went out across the listless landscape; a woodpecker could be heard doing its business from the nearby woods; by the remote natural spring water hole, nine year old Stella strained her face as just about every inch of her Grandpa’s cock was in her asshole.  Brandy sat on her sister’s face, wiggling, giggling, farting, peeing.  John took it easy ramrodding his youngest granddaughter; his cock was already at the limit of what it could take.
	He finally managed to deliver a bit of cum with a mighty rush thrusting greatly for several seconds.  Then he pulled out and fell off to one side.  Brandy went down and licked on her sister’s cummy crap chute and John watched her with some agony.
	After a dip in the water hole for himself, John took the girls home.

	And John, of course, was not the only naughty parishioner of the local country church.  Tom Suckmiwhatt was another proud member of the church; he was in charge of procuring supplies, prayer groups, and other menial tasks that awarded him a nice little office—minus a bathroom.  One fine day, another non-church day, Tom was in his office with his teenage daughter, Allison.
	Against the desk, Tom S stood reeling; head reared back, shuddering.  He was shuddering with his head reared back ‘cause his fifteen year old daughter was on her knees sucking his cock!  Oh!
	Whether or not an EMAD was in use was not known—one was not seen anyways.  Not everyone has one of those things and natural deviation just comes along—naturally.
	Anyways, Allison, sucked and sucked on her Dad’s dick.  The dick of her Dad was pretty good size and filled the teen’s mouth pretty goodly.  After a couple of minutes and she pulled back, smacked her lips and began undressing.  Tom did likewise.  Then it was Allison on the desk, legs spread wide.  Tom went down on her firstly but his intent was not for cunnilingus.  His fingers worked her pussy (with one wayward finger working its way into her asshole.)  Then, fully worked up, Tom stood and jammed his fatherhood into her teenhood.  It had been there before.
	Allison went thru the motions of getting dicked; she moaned, frigged her clit, pumped back against her Dad’s schlong, tweaked her nipples and enjoyed the fuck ride—
	Until they caught a whiff of some special perfume.
	There was only one person of the church who wore the special perfume.  Mom.
	“Shit!”
	The perfume was pretty potent and the woman could be anywhere on the church property.  Tom and Allison flew into their clothes with Tom barely getting dressed fully (minus undies) when—
	Knock-knock-knock came tap-tap-tapping to the locked door.
	Allison flew into the small closet.  Tom opened the door to greet his wife who would shred his balls if she caught him screwing their daughter, secretary, her best friend, his best friend’s teenage daughters, and so on.  Tom hadn’t been caught doing so but Marla was a suspicious woman and had it confirmed that all men were scum.  Well, they are!
	There was some chit-chat, normal banter between mates; Tom sat somewhat nervously on his desk uncomfortable due to a massive hard-on he was trying to contain if not curtail.  Marla went on and on and on about church business, school business, the new girl scouts, and on and on and on.

	Finally, just because and in a way to “shut her up”, Tom took Marla to him.  Right between his legs with his hands behind her back.  At first and Marla was taken aback.  But then she smiled and leaned into him and they began to kiss.  The kiss moved on to groping; Tom pulled out Marla’s dark purple shirt, slipped his hands down inside her lavender knit panties and got busy with the ass grabbing.  
	Marla, meanwhile, groped for Tom’s cock of which she found and found surprisingly hard.  Tom’s cock was steaming!  In one fluid motion surprising Tom, Marla ditched her top and bra.  Then she shucked her orange colored panties and began working Tom’s dong crazily.  Tom braced against the desk enjoying the workout wondering how his wife would react should she find daughter number one hiding in the closet?
	Soon and Marla was sucking her husband.  Tom reeled, head back, eyes blinking excessively, mind warbling in and out of realities.  Marla didn’t suck his dick all that often; Marla wasn’t all that horny all that often.  Usually Tom had to instigate lovemaking or doing something naughty and/or kinky.  Usually it was in bed, typical Missionary, hours after dinner.  Sometimes they enjoyed a romp in the shower; sometimes they made love alternate ways—not too kinky but not perverted, either.
	After a good workout (handjobbing), Marla pulled her husband’s slacks and boxers off; crawled up onto his lap and settled her hot snatch onto his decisive rod.  She bounced; her 36Cs jiggled; her perfume reeked the air.  Tom held his wife tightly to him driving his cock into her hot eager to please pussy.
	This went on for some time with Tom finally releasing a torrent of his liquid love DEEP into his wife’s sensuous pussy.  They lay in a mass of steamy love on his desk scattering and knocking things thereon to the floor.  Tom was usually a very neat person—but not so during the heat of love.
	Finally and it was over.  Tom shuddered.  Marla lay on him, kissing him, kissing and sucking on his nipples, tweaking his nipples, grinding her pussy against his pussy pleasing cock.  It was so naughty to have sex in the church!
	Marla seemed glazed over; Tom caressed her backside and ass.  His cock surged and he began to feel uncomfortable laying pinned on the desk as he was.  The sex act had come quickly it seemed; two or three minutes.  Marla seemed to be still a little jazzed; she grinded her pussy against her lover, roamed her hands over his sweating chest and returned to kissing him passionately.

	Some minutes later, though, and Marla felt the need to “clean up.”  She toyed with her husband’s cock a bit more then collected herself, her clothes, and darted out the door to the bathroom down the hall.  Tom lay out on the desk heaving with his mind blitzed.  Marla had never been so naughty!
	Allison cracked open the closet; her pants were undone and she had been fingering herself while watching.  Slowly moving from the closet she came to her full naked Daddy, giggled, and slipped out of her clothes and mounted him.  

*

shame-shame to the tenth power of depraved depravity
	Main Character Number One was Aaron “Joker” Bungholer; he was some ten years older than Main Character Number Two, Mason Sludgemore.  The two men seemed to be friends; after visiting a mutual friend the two stood out at their cars at the curb and yapped from Midnight to O’Dark-thirty (5:30AM).  Previously they had only briefly met, brought together by the mutual friend.  After awhile they began to realize they had some things in common—perversion for one and “flat chested and hairless” for another.
	A few days after the all-night talk fest and it was a bright early Saturday morning.  Aaron came over driving his full sized burnt plum colored van complete with winch, extra large tires, off-road lights everywhere, roof mount rack and air conditioning, and so on.  It was a rig built for serious off-roading, sloughing across dry lakes and washes; desert trekking; questionable mountain road adventuring; and roads less traveled or where there were no roads.
	Mason was replacing an engine component on his late model family sedan.  Aaron came over to lend a hand (but not mechanically speaking.)  Pulling up in the alley, Aaron got up close to the chain link fence gate and came out thru the large sliding door.  He didn’t come alone.
	Buried under his Bonneville, Mason worked on yanking off an engine part and did not see the bevy of feets invade his large backyard until he scooted out from under.  He was nicely surprised; with Aaron “Joker” was Hanna, Serena, Angela, Mindy, Donny and Ronny.  Hanna was the oldest at twelve years young, Serena and Angela were ripe at eleven years while Mindy was the youngest at just six.  Donny was eleven while Ronny was a year older than Mindy.  Mindy was in the arms of Aaron being held firmly with his hand supporting her butt.

	“Flat chested, hairless!” Aaron smiled inching up the short kiddie Summery dress Mindy wore revealing the fact that the child had no panties on.  Mason’s eyes were all focused; he smiled big and had instant glassy eyes as well as a boner.
	Gouging the heal of his hand to his suddenly appearing boner gave Aaron the sign that Mason was A-ok and he could continue.  
	“Let’s go inside.” Mason said somewhat giggling.
	“That’s a good place.” Aaron snorted.  ‘for naughty business.’

	Once safely inside the old 1960s style house with a HUGE maple in the front yard and a pinkish cinder block wall encircling the front yard with no lawn, Mason nonchalantly closed the blinds and drew the drapes.  Two huge front bay windows, two side windows in the small nook dinning room and a double check on the front door making doubly sure it was locked.  No one else was home—and there was a wife and two kiddies who also resided therein.
	Once the living room area was secure, Mason stood before his new friend with an ever increasing in dimension cock and grinning big.  He sported a huge blond mustache; old wired glasses with a bit of tape in the middle for added support and one arm was not quite the same as the other.  His blond hair was thick and down to his shoulders making him a reject from the 70s when such hair style was the norm.
	Aaron cuddle little Mindy who squirmed somewhat but allowed Aaron to turn her facing Mason.  Aaron then pulled up the little girl’s dress.  Mason gouged himself, Aaron drew a finger into Mindy’s innocent cunt…

	“Flat chested—and hairless!” beamed Aaron swaying his hand out over the kids present, “Some more than others!” he grinned.  Mason was grinning, too; and seriously working the heal of his hand to his aching boner.
	“Sarena can fix that!” Aaron said with a smile.  And as little Mindy was slid down his body he kept her dress rendering her naked.  Then, to fully enthuse his new friend, Aaron turned little Mindy about and she immediately groped for his cock.  Aaron firstly locked eyes with Mason then looked down to his little one.  Mindy was all grins, lily white pure skin, very blond hair and very blue eyes.  And very happily she unzipped his pants and got ou this cock.
	Meanwhile, Sarena slipped off her top, followed by lowering her short blue britches and powder blue panties.  Mason’s eyes were on Mindy and her handiwork on Aaron’s cock—then he sidewise glanced to Sarena and watched her get out of her clothes—then onto her knees before him.

	Into her sweet young innocent mouth did Mindy take Aaron’s cock.  Mason was practically squirting right off just watching—and with Sarena’s working his prick out he was more than hard pressed to keep his semen quelled.  As the girl ran her tongue about the crown—sperm did eject forth from his piss slit.  The emission didn’t seem to offend the girl; she had lovely silky brown hair clear to her butt!  Sweet young nobbies, and not hair one on her delicious young eleven year old pussy!
	Hanna and Angela had no pubes on their poons, either—this was learned as those girls undressed and laid out on the hardwood floor, legs open and fingering themselves with near glossy and glazed over eyes.
	As the cum flowed into Sarena’s mouth—Mindy was getting a face fuck.  Mason had glazed over glossy eyes, too—transfixed on his new friend’s extreme shenanigans.  It was a dream (fantasy) cum true!  His cock emptied into Sarena and after pulling out he did likewise as Aaron was doing to Mindy-face fucked the eleven year old.  The act was a first for Mason (but not his last!)

	Mindy sat off to one side, sitting up fingering herself while singing some children’s songs; making clack-clack noises; and tossing her pretty head side to side.  Hanna, twelve, sucked Aaron’s cock to life then laid out on the floor to receive him fully.  Sarena, after sucking Mason’s cock, getting a face fuck, got on her hands and knees—face down and ass up.  Mason admired the young girl’s ass, patted it, spread the cheeks and went finger both available holes.
	Eleven year old Donny and seven year old Ronny were nude as well; and it was Donny who was on Angela.  She was a year younger; honey blond hair, glasses, nobs, hairless.  She had a unique face—they all did, but Angela seemed to be a bit more unique.  She was a shy girl initially; a budding artist—but not so much in the painting field; Angela liked to build things out of metal wire.  She took Donny’s cock to her pussy doggy-style (which prompted Mason to do likewise same to Sarena.
	To further instill upon new friend, Mason, Aaron brought young Ronny Cutsone to him.  The young boy was fully nude and at a mere seven years young had a nice ten year old’s dick!  Aaron fondled the boy’s wang, cupped and fondled his young ass; then pulled him onto his lap for even more hanky-panky fondling. 

*

	It was a good afternoon of sex and frivolity—and the car didn’t get fixed.  At evening type time, Mason’s disabled wife and two children came home from a day outing with Darlene’s Mom.  By then, Mason, Aaron, and the kids were clean and dressed (but no less horny!)  After a brief visit with the Grandma it was time for more hanky and some panky—this time involving Mason’s family.
	Darlene’s disability stemmed from an auto wreck disabling her legs.  She had enormous titties—44s!  A pretty face, but from the neck down she was an extra large heavy.  But she had a pretty face!  
	Marlena was Mason’s oldest child; she was twelve, had some good boobage going, more than mere noobies; and a beginning of a shapely body.  Lovely-lovley thick rich auburn hair; she was hip, streetwise, and not too naïve about the wicked world of sex and forms of depravity.
	Mack was barely ten and had a minor learning disability.  He preferred his hair buzz cut; had bouts of excitability that was hard to curb; spoke gibberish when excited, and liked to go about the house naked.  Mason had no problem with this and wished daughter Marlena had the same desire.  She didn’t, though.
	Mason had the only income that was decent enough to support the family, Darlene had a modest income from state run disability.  It helped with the groceries but that was about it.  So, the family home was one with few rooms—two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, small nook dinning room, living room, and a den that shoulda-coulda be a bedroom but wasn’t.  It was crammed with books, derelict crap from another time and place; furniture; crap-crap-and more crap.  All courtesy of Mason who was into books, derelict crap from another time and place, furniture, and crap-crap-crap.
	By the time Darlene and the kids came home—Mason learned that the kids Aaron had brought with him were not his.  Not even.  The kids were seduced into being Aaron’s kids albeit temporary via of course—an EMAD.  Of course!
	Mason was aware of EMADs and secretly desired to have one himself.  But of course they were illegal and of course everywhere you went there were detectors detecting EMADs.  Fear and cost kept Mason from even trying to acquire such a device—he hoped that he could have his way with his family the natural way.  But Marlena wasn’t that way; she had been a nudist as a child but when she turned ten she got modest.  Too bad.

	Mason stood with his mouth nearly drooping to the floor; his eyes were still glossy and his cock still dramatically hard.  Before him his wife was naked on the great sectional second-hand sofa.  She was positioned right on the edge of the cushion while the handsome naked Donny Sumphead fucked her.  Beside her, laying lengthwise, her naked son, Mack, fucked Hanna Goodlay.  
	Sitting on the other end of the great sofa was Aaron with young Angela on his lap—his cock DEEP into her ass.  On the floor laying out was Sarena and Mindy with Ronny Cutsone fucking Mindy.
	Standing mindless beside her Daddy, Marlena went thru the motions of undressing.  In the house of Mason there was little privacy and only modest modesty; the kids had grown up in such an environment whereas it was so-so alright for Daddy and Mommy to see them naked—and that was usually after bathtime.  Marlene and Mack often left their clothing in the bathroom, bathed, then tramped nakedly to the bedroom to dress.
	And although Marlene and Mack shared a bedroom and saw one another naked on a daily basis—there was no hanky panky of any kind.  Well, that was going to change…
	After she was naked, Mason escorted his daughter into his bedroom.  Bangity-boo soon followed.  Aaron stood up and took Angela with him and watched as Mason firstly ate out his daughter, turned her over and spanked her—hard!  Then crawled on her and humped her freshly burning ass before turning her back over and positioning himself on her chest.  
	Angela being eleven was a bit too heavy to hold up for very long—so when Marlena was prompted finally to suck her Daddy’s dick as it slithered in and out from between her budding breasts, Aaron took Angela to the bed.
	Mason squirted some of his Daddy love onto Marlena’s face—he held back and though lo he wanted a blowjob from her more than anything he slid himself back down her body and eased into her virgin pussy.
	And it was virginal!

	From then on—Mason was Aaron’s bitch!  Not in a prison sense, but the more liberal general form.  Banging his daughter was the bomb!  He didn’t mind, either, for Aaron to take his turn with the girl—they sometimes double teamed her, too!  And it was a triple thrill to watch young Mack put his bone into his sister.  Both Aaron and Mason were very well pleased.

*

Ah!  The country life!
	“Why are you doing this?”
	With the unusual breeze cooling things down a bit life out on the great meadow was almost tolerable.  There were still gnats and other pests to contend with—but that was nothing compared to what was happening to Kevin Nokes and Bruno Shakes.
	Bruno Shakes coughed and sputtered—then was hit again with the tire iron to the stomach.  He fell to wither on the ground groveling in agony sputtering “You fuckers!”
	Billy Marciano chortled, “Hey, that’s funny—coming from you.”
	“What the fuck do you two turds want?” screamed Nokes.
	“You ever read, Count of Monte Cristo, Nokes?”
	“Nah, never had time.”
	Billy smiled, clutched the tire iron and walloped Kevin Nokes square in the chest with all his might.  The man went down to the ground to wither like a worm sputtering and unable to catch his breath.  Billy sniffed the countryside air, sighed, then eased down to his knees grabbing a hunk of Nokes’ thick brown hair jerking him up to a sitting position,
	“It’s about revenge, Nokes, sweet-sweet lasting revenge.”
	Billy’s face was right into Kevin Nokes’ face.  He blew his cigarette smoke into the nearly fifty year old man’s face.  Nokes took it, sputtered some blood, shook his head to clear it—then stared into Billy’s face.  Though Billy Marciano had a scratchy untrimmed beard, an earring, a misaligned nose, some pock marks and scars, it was Billy Marciano he had known so long ago—sixteen years to be exact.
	“Billy.” Nokes said nodding his head, “Billy Marciano.”
	Billy smiled and looked up to his companion, “See, he does remember us!” and slammed Nokes’ face into his knee.
	“My mistake,” Tommy said fishing out a fiver and handing it over to Billy, “I thought for sure this child molester would have forgotten us.” His voice was all serious and sincere.  Squatting down he grabbed up Nokes’ head like Billy had, “You remember fucking little boys, don’t you, Nokes?”
	Kevin Nokes gasped for breath, sputtered blood and snorted blood, too.  “Fuck you!” he said.
	Tommy dropped the man, stood, chortling, “He’s a funny man, a very funny man.” and promptly kicked him in the face.

	Sixteen years earlier and Billy Marciano, Tommy Rielly, Billy Eldrud, and Jon Ronson were misfits but not so unlike other twelve and ten year old boys in the inner city.  They ran amok on the city streets and knew every street and alley there was.  At twelve years young, with Jon Ronson ten, the boys knew the streets of their city better than any taxi driver.
	And although it was no where close to Halloween, the boys donned Halloween masks and ventured into the subway scaring the hell out of peoples therein.  One such person was scared so bad he suffered a heart attack AND fell off the platform onto the electrified third rail AND was smacked by the commuter train.
	Well that just sucks!
	The boys were shocked, stunned, and arrested.  And for the rest of their teen years they languished in a boys reform school, a sort of detention center where they met on their very first day the sadistic Kevin Nokes.  He had a buddy who was equally sadistic but mostly just “went along” with Nokes’ doings—which was beating and raping young boys.
	Billy twirled the tire iron in his hands sending it in an uppercut fashion to Bruno Shakes’ jaw sending the handcuffed man backwards into a dilapidated meadow fence obscured by thick lilac, heather, and brambles.  Both Kevin and Bruno no longer worked at the boys reform school, they were simple bank guards in nearby Stanis county.  
	When Kevin and Bruno weren’t beating the boys in their care with their nightsticks, roughing them up in a “friendly” guard-boy football game, the sadistic pair had the boys, Billy, Tommy, Billy E., and Jon, down in the basement of the school sodomizing them, forcing them to suck their cock, and then perform sexually on one another.
	It was on thing to be forced to suck the cock of a guard and take it up the ass from the brutal bastards—but to have to slurp schlong of a fellow mate?  That was the living end.  And slurping just was the beginning.  All had to jack off onto the ball sac of the other—then had to lick and suck their own spillage.  Each boy had to get a stiffy and shove it up the ass of the other—and fuck until cumming.  Then, of course, after cumming in a friend’s buggered bung hole they had to lick the hole clean.
	Kevin sputtered something incomprehensible.  Billy jerked the man up wrenching his head back, “You say something, motherfucker?” In the years after their release, Billy and Tommy remained close, Billy E and Jon moved off to another city and fell into a bad crowd.  Jon OD on his 25th birthday, Billy E was shot to death by cops and other druggies.

	Billy stood, puffed on his ciggy, then sat back leaning against the fence.  Bruno crawled like a snake trying to slither from his prey.  Both men had been “acquired” after being recognized at the bank they protected.  Both men were caught off guard—off their guard.  The bank was at the edge of town, not a chain bank, but frequented by mobsters and other underworld enthusiasts.  Billy Marciano had an EMAD.  It was low key, little functionality, not high powered, almost worthless.  But it could capture a brain wave pattern—it couldn’t manipulate the capture brain wave, but it could hold the mind in captivity (for a short period of time.)
	Neither Nokes or Shakes knew right off their kidnappers—not until it was too late.  By then, Nokes and Shakes were out of their element and deep in the wilds of someplace else; handcuffed by their own handcuffs.
	“You’re in deep shit now, Nokes.”
	“Go fuck yourself, faggot!”
	“Funny you should say that!” Billy said with a sneer and grabbed the man ripping his clothing off.  Tommy did likewise to Bruno—plus kicked him in the head and then the balls for good measure.
	“You fucking punks!” screamed Nokes, “I fucking made you!”
	“You hear that, Tommy,” snickered Billy, “Nokes says he made us!”
	“It’s a riot.”
	“Yeah, you made us,” Billy said squatting down holding Nokes’ head up, “you made us hate life.” He snorted and slung Nokes’ head to the ground.
	Tommy lit up another cigarette; Billy stood back looking around at the encroaching evening.
	“What are you going to do—to us?” sputtered Bruno.
	“Good question.” Billy said.  A thousand horrible memories filled his mind—days on end of being abused physically and mentally at the hands of Nokes and Shakes.
	“You know, Tommy, I think these two don’t know what it’s like.”
	Tommy giggled, he didn’t quite get exactly what his friend was on about it—but he had an idea.
	“What the fuck you talking about?” sputtered Nokes.
	Billy wrenched the near fifty year old man up slinging him into a position—face down—ass up.  Then, with the tire iron he began wiggling it and working the chiseled point end into the man’s asshole.
	Nokes screamed.
	Shakes gulped for air with his eyes bulging.  He shook his head and began begging in a blabbing voice.  Something about his wife and children and he was a patsy and didn’t mean it and so on and on and on.

	“Shut the fuck up!” Tommy said and slammed his clenched fist into the jaw of the man sending him toppling over.  Billy smiled with glazed eyes, 
	“Bring Mr. Bruno over here.”
	Tommy rustled Bruno Shakes, 51, over before Kevin Nokes, 46.
	Both men were naked; beaten, scratched up by the brambles and rough handling by their kidnappers.  
	“Suck him.”
	Kevin shook his head, giggled, spit blood and said something that sounded like “Fuck you!”
	“No, no, you don’t understand,” Billy said squatting down taking his cigarette and burrowing it into the bare shoulder of the man, “it wasn’t a suggestion.” Billy remembered those days in the basement ‘neath the boys reform/detention correctional facility—horrible days.  It was bad enough to have to strip naked in front of grown men—then there was “on your knees” and “suck me.”  And that was followed by “suck him”—sometimes it meant to suck the other guard and sometimes it meant to suck off one of the other companions.
	Shakes was jerked up—both his hands were broken and wriggled uselessly in the handcuffs.  Tommy took holt of Nokes’ head pushing him into cock-suck position.  The man wouldn’t do it so Tommy wiggled the tire iron and jammed it in a little further causing the man to scream out in agony and thusly open his mouth.  Billy hit Bruno in the back forcing him to send his limp dick into Nokes’ mouth.
	Tommy began to work the tire iron further into Nokes’ asshole and hold his head back by the hair.
	“Yeah, come on, motherfucker,” almost screeched Tommy, “you know you like it!”
	Nokes didn’t like it and wrenched his head side to side; Shakes didn’t have a hard-on and was glad of it.  Tommy pulled the tire iron out of Nokes’ hole and wiped it across his backside.  Then he wrenched Nokes’ head up pulling the man up fully on his knees.
	“Maybe you’d like to do him, instead?” whispered Billy and not so gently shoved the man down to Nokes’ limp hanging cock.  Tommy reached down and began working Nokes’ cock, squeezing his balls and everything.
	“Remember that, Nokes?  Remember when you had me stroke your cock?” then he grabbed the man’s balls and squeezed them hard.
	Meanwhile, Billy had Shakes’ mouth down on Nokes’ cock.

	When some birds, possibly meadowlarks, began to chirp and bats began to dart about making their curious high pitched squeaks,
	“You know, I don’t think these two are faggots!” Tommy surmised.
	“Yeah, these two fuckers just like little boys.”
	Both men sputtered obscenities and tried to wrench free but were unable.  Billy finished his cigarette, thought some thoughts over then dragged the naked Kevin Nokes over to a water pit.
	“So what the fuck you going to do now, drown me?”
	“That’s the general idea.” Billy said factly.  And without any fanfare or further hesitation he jumped into the pool of water bringing a startled Nokes down with him.
	Bruno was greatly frightened, “What the fuck!” he screamed knowing his fate was probably sealed, “What the fuck did I do to you!?”
	Tommy nearly coughed to death at the man’s remark, “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Shakes!”
	“I-I know—I know what happened was bad, but I-I didn’t do that much to you!”
	“Right, just fucked us in the ass, beat us with your fucking sticks, shove you cocks in our mouths; but you—you didn’t do that much.”
	“So why you doing this!?”
	“Well, ‘cause you didn’t have the balls to stop it!” and with a garrote Tommy suddenly produced he wrapped it about the naked man’s ball sack and cinched it up tightly severing Bruno Shakes’ testicles.
	The man screamed and Billy shot up from the water pit.
	“All secure?” Tommy asked.
	Billy nodded and grabbed Bruno and dragged him down into the depths of an abandoned/sunken mine.  How the two men knew of such a place in the middle of the meadow but they did.
	Billy surfaced again, pulled himself out and sat on the soggy bank amidst wild heather and lupines.  Darkness had come settling on the area quickly.  No moonlight but a billion stars filled the pristine sky above.
	Picking up the tire iron, Tommy smacked it into his hand then tossed it into the water.
	“Still bubbles?” he asked.
	“Nah, they gone.”

	The clothes of the two former guards were kicked off into the listless water.  Along with the billion stars there, too, were a billion gnats.  Mosquitoes were escorts.  A few dozen fireflies, june bugs, the bats, all made life in the meadow a bit unpleasant.  Tommy was itching to get gone—country life didn’t suit him.  Billy remained sitting sloshing his legs back and forth.
	“I just wanted to know why.” he said at length.
	“’cause he’s a fucking jerkwad pervert!” spit Tommy.
	“Yeah.” Billy drawled.  “A jerkwad pervert.” The man sat still until the mosquitoes feeding on his bare skin got the better of him.  After dunking himself in the death water he and Tommy struck off out of the area and were gone to be loosed only in memory.

*

love is a many spunk laden dream
	Just like with Melannie Meekunt and her family, Rain Frisco was pleased with another family, the Highload family.  Thing was, though, it wasn’t so much Rain using his nifty minding device to sway the family—they were pretty much naughty to begin with.  Thing with that was, though, they needed a little help getting their secret/private fantasies out from their personal closet.
	After a few visits with the Highload family, consisting of Leesa Marie, her teen son, Chris, pre-teen son, Brian, and ex-husband Glen who was still a part of the family—occasionally.  Both Leesa and Glen were county deputy sheriffs.  Both liked to “play” around but only Glen got caught banging a fellow deputy sheriff from nearby Stanis county.
	A barbeque here, a barbeque there; a group gangbang at the local shooting range; a social bonding blossomed and Rain was a “friend” of the family.  During those social bonding times, Rain began to pick up on fifteen year old Chris James’ possible desire for his Mom.  Chris James’ Mom was not “hot” in the sense that Hollywood starlets or pop singing sensation are “hot”; or even the bitches in the glossy pages of some skin mag.  Leesa Marie was hot on her own; short sassy dirt blond hair; a pretty face that was round with incredible blue eyes.  A small dainty nose, small mouth, and a keen eye for scoring in the top five marksmanship at the range.
	She had a nice set of titties and a decent ass, too.

	Like said, after a few social bondings and Rain determined that Chris was a “naughty” boy.  He was fifteen and Rain noted the lad had a near permanent hard-on.  It was that that brought Rain to make the “other” discoveries.
	One night while visiting for a barbeque, Rain took the young Chris James aside and probed his mind.  Of course, Rain had the boy take his pants down, too.  His cock was hard.  Rain fondled it, caressed his smooth soft ass, and got horny.
	‘do you suck cock?’
	“Yes.”
	Rain was surprised—but only mildly so.
	‘uh, you suck your brother’s cock?’
	“Yes.”
	Ah—confirmed.
	Further probing found that the boy also sucked the cock of his best friend and best friend’s much younger brother.  
	‘in the ass, too?’
	In the ass, too.  Both Chris and his best friend were exploring one another, ass fucking was just a part of that.  Both boys, too, were “exploring” the best friend’s seven year old brother but only Chris was butt bumping his own younger brother (who was eight years young.)
	But he also liked girls.  And as Chris sucked on Rain’s cock,
	‘ever have sex with a girl?’
	“No.” but the desire was there—virtually every bitch in his class he wanted to screw.  That went for every girl in his brother’s class, too!  Oh!  That part slipped out in Chris’ mind but Rain saw it.  It didn’t matter that the girls in his brother’s class were eight—Chris had fantasies of being naked with the girls (and they be naked, too!)
	Rain got the boy all worked up and got him jerking off onto his balls—thereafter, of course, the boy was back on his knees sucking clean Rain’s cum strewn sac.  It was then learned his secret-secret desire to have sex with his Mom.
	Rain was cool with that—he wanted to have sex with his Mom, too!

	On another visit and Rain very subtly utilized his minding device and swayed Chris into the garage on the pretense of gathering items for the church bizarre.  Once inside it was an easy matter of getting the boy behind the lake fishing boat and his pants down.  Probing his mind and Rain learned that the boy would not be opposed to a sexual encounter with him!  Rain was pleased—very.

	With his white jeans down (no undies—Chris liked to go Commando!), Rain began toying with the boy’s pud.  Already that day and had Chris enjoyed a romp of ass pirate with his best friend and little brother.  Other than that he had jerked off in a pair of his Mom’s stolen panties and while at his own little brother’s school to walk him home he saw every girl there he would like to be naughty with.
	But before that fantasy could be played out—
	Out of his pants came Rain’s own cock and up against the boy’s nakedness it went.  A hug, a grope, a feel, and a fondle, then it was push the boy down to his knees and present him with “cock.”  Chris had no problem with the manly manhood in his face—on his face.  He squeezed the member gently then kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth.
	Rain easily worked himself to and fro filling the young man’s mouth fully; then he pulled out and humped the boy’s handsome teen face—then stood him up, turned him around, and plunged his backdoor.  Chris’ own cock grew intensely hard and he stroked it.  According to the EMAD’s readouts—Chris James was twenty-five percent on his own will.  Rain was cool with that—inasmuch as Chris was cool with sucking Rain’s dick and then taking it up the ass…

	Once back inside the house and Rain wasted little time in zapping Leesa.  Chris was captured a little more on the brain waves, young Brian played video games and was basically unaware.  The ex-hubby of Leesa was also at the house but all Rain could do was sway his mind; no Q&A.  The man played with his young son in the family room while Rain escorted the wife to the bedroom…
	Therein, Leesa was quickly removed from her clothing—she mostly did the stripping herself but Rain was horny and “warm for her form” and hurried the woman out of her underwear, laid her out on the great bed, and promptly “got busy.”
	Rain’s mind was divided on putting it to the woman, her son, her son’s friend, her son’s brother, her son’s brother’s classmates, and so on.  The thoughts filled his mind and caused his cock to enormorisize and give Leesa the fuck of her life.
	It was transmuted into a more glorious fuck when later on that evening teen son, Chris, plowed her pussy while Rain himself reamed her asshole.

	It was a particular thrill watching a boy hump his mother; Rain got off moreso watching such an event take place.  Once Chris was happily humping away the effects of Rain’s minding device was lessoned.  He was not to know the use of the minding gadget—before, during, or after; but he was to be aware of himself and the wily ways of Rain and his ability to uniquely get his way with “whoever” was before them.
	Case in point:  the class of Chris’ brother, Brian.  The whole class (teacher included.)  Chris was oblivious to the use of the EMAD; the two arrived to escort Brian home (perverts were rampant doncha know—the streets weren’t safe (or anywhere else!)  
	Just sixteen students in the 2nd grade class; a teenage “helper” and the young adult teacher.  Rain was pleased—very pleased (and then some!)  It would be quite a work out for the EMAD but Rain was willing (very) to give it a go.  Chris was well known to the class, Rain hung loose just outside very slowly “swaying the class” before they were let out for the day.  There wouldn’t be much time for shenanigans so Rain would have to do what he wanted to do in small doses and over a period of time.  The teenage helper was a cutey; fourteen, brown eyes, long lovely brown hair, shapely bod, incredible face.  Rain felt a bit of seepage in his pants—he knew the girl had to be a giver.  But maybe not, maybe a virgin.
	Ms. Kuntiliver was a pretty good looking teacher—as far as teacher’s go.  She was not yet 27yrs young; soft alluring looks, definite blue eyes, bouncy titties, and smelled lightly of roses.  Rain knew he had to get to know them better—much-much better.
	First, though—
	Of the sixteen students in Ms. Kuntiliver’s class, six were girls.  Two of those girls were African American, one was Chinese, and one was Jewish.  There wasn’t much time so Rain quickly got the girls to assemble in the rear of the class—Chris mindlessly played along unwittingly unawares of having his mind effectively affected infectiously by a minding device.
	Ami Dong, the Chinese girl, was a cutey—slender little body, flat chested, hairless.  She wore a blue and white dress—the “white” was diamond shapes; white trim along the sides and a “belt” around the waist.  Her silky dark hair was down to the middle of her back and she wore powder blue panties.  Rain wasted no time in lifting the girl’s dress and sliding down her panties.  His cock ached, though, for the teacher and helper behind him.
	Chris stood right by Rain, his cock hard out of his pants with Ami’s fingers wrapped tightly about it.  There was no time for Q&A, the EMAD was already taxed enough as it was to allow more power output.  Best not chance it and be satisfied with what he could maintain.

	While Rain caressed Ami’s ass—Chris caressed Ami’s face with his cock.  The boy was blushing and gushing—squirts of his cum spit out onto the child’s face; Rain quickly prompted the boy to “get in her mouth”.  Ami made a bit of a face—an obvious sign of never having had a tube steak before.
	Betsy Bungwright, one of the two white girls of the class, was a lovely blond haired girl who had the stirring beginnings of “lumps.”  For eight years young it was amazing—but not astounding or even out of the ordinary.  Rain fondled her all over; she wore a red shirt that was actually something of a short kiddie dress albeit she wore jeans, too.  The top was basic red with white dots, checkers, diamond shapes all over it.  Basic white panties.  
	Chris more than anything wanted to fuck the girl—he had blasted a hot load of spunk into Ami’s mouth and had desires to fuck her pussy AND asshole!  Rain had the same notions—but there wasn’t time—there wasn’t time!
	Candice Stainsome had a lovely-lovely body—especially naked!  She wore a simple dress, yellow panties, flat as flat could be and very hairless.  She smelled good, too!  A head of flaming red hair the girl had, some freckles, blazing green eyes, a delicious smile, and a lovely-lovely body (especially naked!)
	Deidre Swallowsum was one of two black girls in the class; kinky black hair with cornrows; a sweet-sweet smile, deep coal dark eyes.  And no panties!  Rain was mildly surprised to find when tugging the girl’s jeans down there was an absence of underwear.  On fingering the girl’s cunny he made a determination that she was not a virgin!  Not!  Imagine!  Nine years young!  Rain definitely wanted to know her story.  But there wasn’t time!
	The other black girl, Erin Lixum, had yellow panties on, soft-soft black hair to her shoulders.  She looked older than she was—which was seven.  Chris had cum in Ami’s mouth, humped all over Betsy’s face and then down between her legs, humped Candice’s ass (no penetration), and very nearly made vaginal entry into Deidre.  His cock was worn out but still willing (and able) to carry on.  With Erin, she was laid out on the linoleum floor and laid—er, that is to say horny Chris got on top of her and grinded his cock against her pussy until squirting.
	Rain caressed AND spanked his ass.
	Michelle Kumstien was Jewish.  She was eight years young, long honey blond hair, Jewish nose, and had peed a little in her green tinted panties—it only thrilled Rain and he took his turn grinding his cock against her pissy pussy.

	 Time was running out.
	Ms. Daphne Kuntiliver had a nice young young-adult body.  Small titties, apple sized; hour glass figure, smart attire, soft bouncy reddish brown hair, a few “rings” including a “friendship” ring and a “forever” ring indicating a relationship with a beau.  Didn’t bother Rain none, “if he’s cute enough, I’ll fuck him, too!”
	A quick fingering of Daphne’s cunt, a grope of her breasts, an ogle of her naked body then watch as Chris fucked her on her own desk.  The woman was rendered completely naked, Chris was naked, Rain was beside himself with extreme horniness.  
	Chris didn’t take too long and came in just over a minute.  Good thing, there was a minute to get dressed and the class back to the way they should be before the final bell of the day ran out.
	There had been no time to get the teenage helper; and there was a bonus as the “helper”, Ariel Burnbutt, was joined by Alice Kumgitsum, who was a helper in another class.  It was overload and Rain’s mind went into lockdown mode—taking Chris and his brother home he was mindless, just virtually mindless with only Brian’s teacher and her helper (and helper’s friend) etched firmly on his mind.
	As it happened firstly, though—he encountered Helga Heely and her horny mood.  Oh!