August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Nine
Dom’s Way Home
(detours along the way)

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finding ones self
	The wind howled up from the high desert cold making a haunting howl as it stirred up the loose sand and sent tumbleweeds tumbling.  The few trees in the high desert landscape shivered and shuddered as the wind scurried along bringing scents from the nearby sea.  
	Not much stirred on the desert-scape, a lizard here, a gecko there, a scorpion over there.  About the only thing that did stir was a lone creature who made way into a isolated area that was a boon for what ailed him.  There was a stream of water pouring straight out of a flat facing boulder.  There was moss all over the boulder that was actually edible.  The lone desert dweller wasn’t interested in the moss but the water.
	There was a large pond, not deep but shallow but just right for soaking in.  The water was not ice cold but chilling.  There was a bit of shock from the onset of immersion but the heat of the desert made the shock of chilling waters nothing in comparison.
	Dom Not-the-Entity let out a long overdue sigh.  His body sunk and he sought a submerged ledge where he could rest his head above the water level and relax.  Nothing else mattered, nothing.  His mind emptied of all things, including memories and recent events.  Nothing mattered, nothing.
	The chilling waters became less after the initial shock wore off in the first minutes of submission.  Then it seemed as if though the water was actually warm.  There was a deep spot in the middle; the secluded pond was surrounded by layered sedimentary geology some 20-30 feet up on all sides with an oval opening allowing access to the life giving waters.
	The pond stretched some twelve feet across with gentle tapering sides to the center that was also some twelve feet deep.  All around the edging of the pond were ledges were one could lay a weary body and relax without drowning.

	Dom slowly watched the sun slowly creep across the azure blue sky.  And after awhile although the water submersion was nice, time to get out.  He was a little stiff and a lot sore, but tolerable—the stiffness and soreness was a lot less than had it been earlier with him.
	From the oval entrance a few meters to the left there was a narrow passage that led down to a bubbling mud pool.  Naked Dom squatted at the edge of the new pool, there was no smell or odor of any kind; it was a ten foot in diameter pool with bubbling thick crunchy mud.  Where it came from or why it was Dom had no idea.  It was warm, very warm.  
	On his hands, feet, and then the rest of his body were numerous hurts, owes, nicks, scrapes, bites, and so on.  Dipping his hand in the crunchy mud he noted a slight stinging sensation, a tingle.  Withdrawing his hand and wiping off the mud he found a discovery—the scrapes, bits, and other nuisances were gone!
	Curious!
	And curiosity brought Dom Not-the-Entity (anymore) to immerse his whole arm.  There was some tingling sensation but tolerable.  It was the most curious thing that held his attention for some time.  He immersed his other arm to find the same with it as well.
   	The sun baked his bare backside and he was beginning to get hungry.  Fully did he slid his body into the bubbling mud finding a wide ledge under the bubbling mud that was somewhat comfortable to just chest high.  There he did sit for a good long while.  When his stomach grumbled, though, time to leave and seek out some grub.
	Following the path from the healing mud pool down to the next level there was a stinky pool greeting him.  About the size and shape as the previous two pond, but this one reeked of sulfur and definitely was “hot.”  Grasses grew around the circumference of the pool; typical vegetation normally found in a swamp.  The rocks and boulders forming the walls were of a different color scheme but that could be due to the uprising vapors of the stinky sulfur pond.
	All of the hurts and owes on Dom’s body were gone.  But he was curious about the new pond, what would it offer?  For one thing, he was still layered in the mud from the mud pool and the stinky new pond was a way to wash it off—and add to the stink!
	The water was bubbling and boiling but tolerable.  It was a seriously hot-hot immersion.  But once in—it wasn’t that bad (just stinky!)  Some minutes were needed to get used to it; Dom relaxed and let nothing bother him—‘cause nothing did.  There were no memories of his past.

	At length he had had enough of the stinky sulfur treatment—although after only a few minutes the offensive odor was no longer as bad as it had been—it still stunk, just not as bad.
	The path from the top pool continued meandering down a narrow canyon to empty to a new site.  A large structure was there—very weathered stucco with no formal windows or door but just “openings.”  Two square windows and a central oval Southwestern style door.
	The roof was slanted melding into the natural geography of the great rock wall the semi encircled the site.  A flat “yard” was all about with small desert trees and shrubs.  And a big yellow army truck topped off the scene.
	Dom held fast where he was, squatting and making damn doubly sure no one else was about.  The wind whipped up a little and the sun baked his nude body.  Time to conduct a little investigation.  The structure was first—and the easiest.  There was nothing inside but an Indian style earthen stove, a large iron bed with a thin mattress, a long wooden picnic table with bench seating, wooden counters with a sink, a pump, pots and skillets, and a few dishes.
	It needed a little sprucing up and it could be right homey.
	The big army truck was one of those 2 ½ ton things; it like the structure was well weathered.  The tires were still aired up, though; the windows were intact; and the canvas top over the cargo bed was still good.  In the cargo bed were crates—army crates.
	What a boon!  Blankets, clothes, food!
	Wool blankets, old style army fatigues with boots, and various types of rations.  The blankets were of one size, thin, and wool.  But there were a lot of them.  The old style fatigues were of a sort of green and came in various sizes.  No underwear, the Joe had to produce his own undies, but there were socks and boots.  The rations consisted of corned beef, spam, little weenies, Salisbury steak, and the like like that there for meat; there, too, was canned milk, fruits, vegetables, chocolate, and crackers.  Condiments and can openers, too.  
	All the while he pilfered the contents of the truck he kept hearing this sound.  It wasn’t annoying, just something in the background.  After pilfering his fill and then ultimately deciding to lug all the contents from the truck’s cargo bed to his new digs it was time to check out the noise.  The army clothes fit him but him and he felt odd without knowing why.
	Off to one side was a trail winding its way thru some waist high boulders and shrubs coming up to a small chest high ridge.  The day was blazing hot and he wondered if he could hump it up the hill to that first pool.

	On the other side of the ridge was a slope; Dom could just see a trail winding this way and that down some five hundred feet to a wide sandy area.  There was a roar like—like—like the rush of a river.  But Dom saw no river.  As he lay still savoring the peaches from the ration pack he had just enjoyed he thought he felt a coolness—and then a wetness.  It was odd, more than odd and then he thought he heard voices.

Out of the past
	He liked her, oh how he liked her, oh how he wanted to like-like her.  But she thought him a boot, self-centered, full of himself, and full of …  David Teddington didn’t have a chance.  But he could dream and try, though.  Kristine Barnon was someone to try for.  She was cute, friendly, and looked GREAT in a swimsuit!
	Mostly, though, Kristine Barnone wore jeans.  Jeans, cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, and boots.  Like pursuer David, Kristine worked her Summer at a dude ranch taking city slickers out into the desert to ancient Indian dwellings and other points of interest along the San Simeon river.  Kristine was a year younger than David, David didn’t care, she was HOT!  At fifteen, Kristine was the best looking girl he had ever seen!  She filled out her jeans fantastically; she could ride a horse—almost as good as he could (almost) and had a way with people.
	David wanted to have a “way” with her.
	Their boss often paired them with other employees of the ranch, employees who were young adult and had more experience.  One day, though, a large group of city slickers were anxious to go out to see Eagle Rock.  Those “other” employees were already detailed to taking other groups out to various points of interest and one was in the hospital with appendicitis leaving the Boss short handed.  So he had David and Christine pair up and take the group themselves.
	Kristine didn’t mind David all too much—he was just conceited and too sure of himself.  Unfortunately, he had good looks—dashing good looks with hair and smile and face.  She had enjoyed his company a few times, rare occasions when he was more civil and not so full of himself.  But those were rare occasions.
	The way out to Eagle Rock went along the San Simeon river to a large ridge running across the desert from the mountains.  The group numbered twelve; Kristine rode up front leading the way while David took the rear.  He joked and talked with some of the riders there, the youngest was a nice looking woman in her mid late 20s and the subject was flirting.  But with the woman’s mother accompanying her, David had to cool it—a little.

	Suddenly there was commotion up front, a horse reared up tossing its rider—Kristine!  The side of the trail the group was on suddenly gave way; horse and rider were dumped into the river and quickly swept away.  David raced up and without thinking dove in.
	The water was not cold—but freezing.  It was deep and swiftly pulled him under rolling him along the sandy-rocky bottom before releasing him.  David surfaced gasping for breath and got clobbered by a hunk of tree being swept along the churning river, too.  
	“KRISTINE!” he called out and could just see her red checkered shirt as she was rolled along some many yards from David’s reach.  Trying to make his way, changing lanes, or anything other than what the river wanted was frivolous.  But still he tried—he had to.
	The river held him, though, making his efforts difficult at best.  But dire determination put David within reach of his friend a time or two actually managing to grab her collar.  Something was wrong, though—Kristine was floundering or even trying to save her self—she was unconscious!
	David struggled all the more thrusting himself off of debris and boulders (and the bottom of the river bed) finally grabbing his friend and colliding with one of those large boulders.  The collision knocked the breath out of David and for some minutes there was serious panic in the mid level teen.
	Finally he calmed but was frozen stiff; his grip on Kristine was tight with his arm about her neck.  He finally moved it down under her arms holding her very tightly against him trying to figure out his next move.
	To the right side there was at least eight feet to the shore but the shore was up too high.  The other option was further but there was an easy access to the shore.  Huge towering boulders shrouded the easy accessible shore, it was shaded and sloped up to a layered hill.
	There was just no way David could make the shorter distance, the shore was up just out of arms reach but there were jutting roots and other handholds.  The river was cold and getting colder; David adjusted himself and realized that his arm was right against Kristine’s breasts.
	Well, the girl WAS unconscious.  Did he dare?  Could he be that callous, audacious?  What could it hurt, she’d never know.  So he did, he copped a feel.  And one “feel” was worthy of another.
	But the power of the river was near to drown them if not freeze them; he stopped his feel job and jockeyed into position to push off from the boulder.  They would have to go at an angle and maybe with luck they’d hit the shore as planned.

	David gave a mighty shove off from the boulder that was temporarily holding his life intact.  Somehow, the river’s water seemed much colder as he plowed his way to the furthest shore—and faster!  Twice he (and Kristine) were pulled under to roll along the river’s bed.  Finding a stuck piece of drift wood helped David as he used it as a wedge to keep himself from being sucked further down the river.
	Running out of air was a bad thing and he barely managed to breech the surface throwing Kristine onto the shore.  He had no strength in him to throw himself onto the shore and could only brace against the boulder that was there.
	Finally David gave himself a mighty push off and flung himself to the shore.  Bad idea.  The impact nearly killed him as his whole body tingled sensationally—like his entire body had been “asleep.”  He couldn’t even scream in pain and or agony but lay convulsing on the sandy/rocky shore for some time before turning his head to see the status of Kristine.
	Was she even breathing?  The pain in David’s body overrode his ability to see—let along concentrate.  Somehow he forgo the pain and sheer discomfort and pulled himself closer.  He still couldn’t tell if he had saved her life.  
	“Kris?” he said sputtering.  He shook her but she appeared to be quite lifeless.  The shade of the great boulder to one side was nice; it kept them from baking as the rest of the area beyond the shade of the boulder was being scorched.
	David shook her again then put his ear to her mouth and then chest.  The roar of the river was in his ears and he couldn’t hear his friend breathing or heart beating.  In a burst of insight he pushed on her stomach.  Kristine immediately sputtered gallons of water—shooting gunk and water out her mouth and nose.  David continued pumping her until she seemed emptied.
	She remained “unconscious”, though.  That was bad.
	Checking her head, David found the cause of her status—there was knot there caused by her river trek.  David didn’t know what to do, he was frozen and utterly exhausted.  It was the latter that forced him to lay out and slip into his own unconscious state.

	A startle awoke him—a shiver ran thru his young teen body causing him to cramp up like never before.  “FUCK!” he yelled out loud.  He sat up reeling in frozen discomfort with his mind sloshing with river water.  His composure resumed but was chilled.  Beside him, Kristine remained still and near lifeless.

	Shaking her gently and then roughly did nothing.  David didn’t know what to think—if she were merely unconscious or something more serious.  He lay beside her slowly continuing to calm down himself.  The sun had moved over the open sky and so the shade that was protecting them was becoming less and less.
	With his calmness returning, although he was still frozen and the ravages of his river experience still raging in him, he took stock of Kristine Barnon.  They had danced once at a social gathering at the dude ranch they worked, but not close.  They sat together in the back of a truck going to town but she was too chatty with a girlfriend and David himself had gas he was concentrating on holding in.
	His eyes fell upon the girl’s breasts.  He moaned as he stared; licking his lips he dared once more deviant behavior—groping an unconscious girl’s titties was pretty deviant.  Oh, but it felt so good!  So he kept it up.
	And from fondling to opening her shirt.
	And from opening her shirt to cupping her bra and then squeezing frozen bare titty flesh.  David’s own frozen flesh began to warm with his cock beginning to show signs of life, too.  
	David continued his deviant behavior by slipping his hand down to Kristine’s crotch.  Seemed the thing to ‘cause he figured it would actually be the only time he could get away with it—and live.  Not a stir from the unconscious girl; he squeezed her crotch and found himself humping her side with desires escalating exponentially.
	The fingering continued pulling David further and further into desires.
	Finally he just went for it, undoing Kristine’s pants and pulling them down some.  He had seen Kris at the pool where they worked—in her one piece bathing suit.  Hot damn! was she cute!  It gave him great cause to jerk off and seek her company with a more earnest venture.  But of course, she would have nothing to do with him.
	He sighed as there before him were powder blue panties with a floral print.  His cock and yea his whole body were no longer freezing but warming up.  David couldn’t stand it and down came his own pants.  Being soaked they clung to his body and made doing what he wanted to do difficult so assuming that he was alone—pulled off his clothes.
	It was near comical as the wet clothes, boots made the undressing a bit difficult to master.  Finally nude he stood straddling his friend with a tremendous hard-on at the ready.
	Then he was down on the girl pulling her boots off and then her pants.

	He knew he was a dog—no doubt about it.  But he smiled as he lusted looking over Kristine’s goods; her shirt was open and bra flipped up to reveal her delightful young teenage breasts.  Then, her pants and panties were off.  A nice patch of blond pubes adorned the girl’s pussy; David’s cock throbbed in a serious pent up ache and like a dog he lay on her immediately pressing his dick against her sex.  Then he grinded against her entrance not knowing if she were a virgin or not—and not caring.
	The grinding felt good—damn good.  It bore repeating—faster and with more umph.  All over his body there was a tingling sensation he had never before experienced.  David Teddington was a virgin!  
	Nothing in the way of acknowledgement there was from Kristine.
	With some trepidation, David eased his cock into Kristine’s cunt.  He still didn’t know if she were a virgin or not—he couldn’t tell and it didn’t matter!  His cock, though, slid into the girl’s cunny with almost little effort.  The fuck was on.  David nearly melted straightaway as he sunk himself into his friend’s sex—he had no idea how fantastic the event could be; it sure as hell beat beatin’ off!
	Pushing Kristine’s legs open the dog David eased himself fully and began pumping with a steady prowess.  David shuddered within and without, it was uncontrollable and he didn’t want it to stop.
	And so for the next three minutes he didn’t.
	While he did his thing, he worked off the girl’s shirt and bra rendering her stark naked.  In her fuckable pussy his cock swelled; she wasn’t loose but pleasingly snug.  He did kind of wish that the girl would show some sign of life.
	When the deed was done, David was done out.  He melted laying on the girl with his pud still inside her sex still squirting.  He spent the fleeting minutes suckling on her soft teenage breasts melding into her body as the rays of the sun kissed his body.

I know what you did—and I like it!
	“What’d you do, turn the water off?”
	David whirled around nearly tripping and falling as the voice startled him.  He couldn’t answer as immediately there was embarrassment due to his nudity—and Kristine’s nudity just nearby.
	The “river” that had been there was gone.  So was the roar in Dom’s head.  For a moment he had seen a glint of the river but then just as David was getting his nut the river suddenly “disappeared!”
	Strange…

	David stood on the rocky shore staring at the sand where a raging river had just been.  He didn’t know when it had “disappeared”; he was busy screwing his unconscious friend.
	Wrinkling his nose, Dom gave up on trying to understand the mysteries of Mother Nature and smiled to the confused David, then cast an eye to the naked Kristine.
	“She’s unconscious.” David said nervously.
	Dom nodded and stooped beside the girl turning her head to check her wound.  He wondered, she was scratched up pretty good, bruised, and with a head injury.
	“Might be able to make her ok.” Dom said to the naked David, “Gonna be a bit of a hum, though.”  All the way back up to the top of the hill.
	David just “went along”; he gathered their clothing but dumped them as they reached the area Dom said to.  It was Dom who carried the unconscious Kristine, he was more fit to do so and David’s uneasiness and embarrassment prevented him from saying anything either way.
	Once at the top Dom slipped into the chilling pond easing Kristine onto a submerged ledge, keeping her head just above the water’s surface.  She let out a gasp that was a sign of life and sigh of relief for David.  Moving to her side, David helped hold her while gently the man in army clothes turned Kristine’s head to get it anointed with the “healing” waters.
	After a time, Dom casually mentioned boldly, “I don’t think she’s a virgin.”
	David was taken aback and became more nervous than before.
	“How do you know?” he asked curiously.
	“She didn’t bleed.”
	David was still a little confused.
	“I saw you from my place.” 
	David’s color was about the same as fireplace ash.  Dom smiled and put his own fingers down to Kristine’s coochie and gave it a squeeze; his eyes bore into the teenage horndog revealing the boy’s desires to fuck Kristine and several other girls.  
	“Relax,” Dom said, “we’re going to be here a long while, might as well make the best of it.”
	David became calm, still confused, but he was calm.
	They spent half an hour at the preliminary pond before moving to the muddy healing pond.  David was full of questions but kept them to himself as his confusion superseded all else.  His concern was mostly for the well being of Kristine.

	At the muddy pond, Dom had the naked David get in and take charge of his friend, then he himself undressed and eased in himself.  
	“Ever been naked with another guy before?” Dom asked of him.
	David didn’t know how to answer—it was a bold question and though he wanted to keep that info to himself he felt compelled to say “No.”  More to the point, not with guys Dom’s age, teen guys his own age, Yes.
	A strange unique feeling swept over Dom; although, it DID feel familiar.  After a few minutes in the healing mud pool they moved down to the stinky pool.  Young Kristine showed more signs of life and those numerous scrapes and such were miraculously gone!
	Setting up housekeeping was the next trick; sprucing up their humble abode and making it “homey.”  Dom knew nothing of where they were, the military installation nearby or the desert town.  Where he was was where he was and that was it.  He had no inkling of going anywhere else.
	David’s confusion waned and he got used to going about naked.  Kristine was bedded down on the large bed; there were army cots to be had for the two naked men to use and life anew was beginning.

*

unsettling end results and new beginnings
	The dust was still barely settling when the lone teen girl scrambled out of the gloom to assess the situation.  It wasn’t good—in a way it was but in another way it wasn’t.  All around her lay the once bold and terrifying members of the Tarantula motorcycle group, the Desert Scourge.  None of them moved.
	Slowly did the girl stumble nakedly in her dazed confusion, the echoes of explosions still rocking her brain and clouding her eyes.  She tripped over the remains of a motorcycle and went crashing into the wall of the military outpost’s bunker wall gasping for breath.  Suddenly looming up behind her came a ragged Tarantula who was just as dazed.  But he saw the naked girl and fell upon her crushing her to the cinder block wall with his filthy bulk.
	Grace couldn’t breathe and was deathly in fear for her life.  The Tarantula pawed at her growling and cussing in a string of nonsensical words.  Grace was powerless to fight back but she did the best she could; the Tarantula had her pinned against the wall squeezing her ass with one hand and her breasts with the other.

	“Leave her alone!” barked a voice coming out of the bunker.
	The dust was still settling but a tall lanky frame of a man emerged from the murkiness.
	“Who’d da fuck are you?” growled Ozy the biker.
	“Name’s Jessie,” Jessie said, “and I said ‘leave her alone.’”
	“Go fuck yerself, JESSIE!” seethed the befuddled Ozy, he slung his head and pulled Grace Xilynn to himself, his burly hand gripping her pussy and holding her tightly at the breast.  “I’m gonna fuck this bitch ‘ere and then gonna fuck YOU!”
	“I don’t think so.” smiled Jessie.
	The Tarantula Ozy went “Huh?” with half his lip hanging down, an ear missing, and body wrecked by exploding dynamite.  
	“Duck.” said Jessie to Grace.
	The confused girl looked to Jessie with her own “Huh?” but he nodded and the girl “ducked.”
	Good thing, too, ‘cause the Tarantula who was holding suddenly lost his himself and let go the girl.  He began to babble and then convulse before plummeting hard to the ground to lay still with the other members of his group.
	“Nice.” Jessie said to his friend.
	Joey stood holding the healthy hunk of pipe giving a comical look as he surveyed the remains of the bikers.
	“Think you used enough dynamite, Butch?” Jessie asked.
	Joey returned a quirky smile and said, “I think I wanna go home.”
	“Sounds good to me!”

	The Actors and Actresses of J&J Productions were a little discombobulated they ownselves—dazed just wasn’t the word for it.  They were loaded into the J&J transport vehicle and hauled back from whence they came—this after the J&J team hauled the Tarantulas into the bunker along with the remains of their motorcycles and cleaned the area up a bit so as it looked just about the same as it did before the dynamite fell.

Final Cut Scene	 
	On the long desert back road to the City fifteen year old Nina Munchez lay servicing sixteen year old Ted Griffon.  Ted Griffon lay down on the girl licking out her cunny as his cock got sucked on seriously hard by Nina’s expert cocksucking mouth.  The girl offered no resistance, only compliance.  Her hands clamped tightly on the boy’s ass fully engulfing his tool.

	Meanwhile, as Actor Ted Griffon munched Nina’s twat, younger actor Nickolas was “directed” to get up to Nina’s twat—and Ted’s mouth.  A few pumps into Nina’s sex and then a few pumps into Ted’s mouth.  Neither actor protested and followed the direction without hesitation.
	Erica Byrly was beside them at an angle on her hands and knees, under her was Bradley Barnon (aye!  The sister of Kristine!) The two girls weren’t necessarily 69ing as Erica was urinating onto Bradley’s face!  Erica had been filled with a bottle of water and then poised over Bradley who was one who did offer some resistance to the happenstance of her continuing forced “acting.”  But the resistance was only in the manner of hesitating, she vehemently was angered at two men directing her and the others into hellish continuing deeds but she did not act out or raise much of a fuss.
	While she peed, Erica sucked on the penis of young pre-teen Josh Ghabar.  The boy was spanked bare handed by Heather while Director Joey and Producer Jessie sandwich fucked Grace.  Only Melody Brighton was left out of the deal as she was a little fucked up with a head concussion.

	Evening was near upon them, the lights of the Mavis’ truck stop illuminated near every inch of the gravely area where truckers parked their rigs.  There was, however, a nice dark spot way in the back area that was just perfect.  Nina Munchez would be let out there—this after Jessie anointed her sweet face with his jiz.  The girl sucked and sucked and sucked him, thrashed her head in disgust and utter disgust at the hell she had been put thru.  The man began cumming and only a bit was spewed forth into her mouth—the rest was soiled onto her face with the man pressing his cock up against her nose jutting the remainder of his love cream into her hair.
	Joey got his finale in by spanking the girl, bringing her ass to a bright-bright reddened hue before slamming his cock into her asshole sodomizing her five full minutes before finally unleashing his load.  His hands went all over her squeezing her breasts—tweaking the nipples seriously hard as he slammed his cock into her cumming off.
	It was 2AM and the temperature wavered between incessantly hot and nipple hardening cold—depending on where you stood in the desert.  To a telephone pole Nina was led and lashed to, facing the pole with her arms and legs around the pole and then tethered together.  Jessie paused before getting back into the van and peed on the girl as his finale.

	At 5AM Erica was let out outside of the other side of the City at a rest stop.  The dawn was breaking and travelers would find the girl naked, sprawled out under a picnic table with her arms and legs splayed outward tied in serious knots making it difficult to free her.
	Heather found freedom in an alleyway in downtown City, Jessie and Joey sandwiching her for their finale with her driving the girl further into insanity.  Joey ran his hands all over her as his manhood sloughed into her well fucked cunt.  The girl’s nice-nice supple fourteen year old breasts tantalized the Director as did her entire body.
	Jessie enjoyed his finale with Bradley—although she didn’t.  Inside the van in an industrial area Bradley straddled Ted sucking his cock while behind her Producer Jessie slammed her pussy with great enthusiasm.  Ted wasn’t too enthused as he had a bird’s eye view that was too Up Close and Personal of the Producer’s wares slamming just above his face.
	When the last of the Actors/Actresses had been released, Jessie and Joey made for a coffee shop making a harrowing discovery—their film making efforts were for naught as the film they had made had been damaged during the incident at the military outpost bunker fiasco.  
	Well, that’s a bit of bad luck right there…
	“I guess we’ll have to start over.” Joey said.
	“Sounds good to me!” Jessie said.

*
I got you, babe
	“merrily we roll along…”
	Gasping for much needed breath Eric shot up to the rock ceiling in a dire panic for life.  Gallons of rushing water he had swallowed, along with some sort of bitter vegetation that made the experience all the more worse.  Clinging to the slick rock was difficult at best—let alone clutching a half drowned Emily.
	The water was forceful and grabbed holt of the two and dragged them into the fray once more.  Derrick and Katey were right behind scrambling and grasping for breath.  They were all popped up into air moments later, seconds from expelling their last breath of life.
	Eric went sailing into the air by the force of the water jet nearly colliding with the ceiling.  Instead, though, he collided with the ground.  The impact was not too bad as it could have been, but it was still an impact.  Emily came not hurtling into the air but tossed at an angle from the underground tunnel filled with raging water; she slid along a so-so shore to collide into her rescuer.

	Derrick and Katey were clinging to one another and thusly they continued their peril by being thrust into the air a few feet and then learned the lesson first hand of Newton’s Law and crashed to the floor of their new home.
	Eric lay still for a long while—his young body seriously in major hurts and owes.  But nothing was broken.  He couldn’t make sense of anything—but then again, there was little to make sense of.  All there was was to lay still—very-very still.  He sighed at length and braved moving a finger.
	Then his hand, arm, and finally rest of bod.
	Pushing himself up from a prone position he managed to sit up without too much difficulty.  He’s head reeled and he understood what it meant to be “drowned.”  He didn’t care for it.  Sighting on the lifeless Emily near him he scurried to her shaking her.
	“Hey!” he said enthusiastically, “Hey, Em, wake the fuck up!”
	Emily coughed, sputtered, and retched but “woke up.”  She was scared instantly; her young body had been thru the wringer—literally.  Shaking all over she suddenly broke out into emotions.  Eric was right there holding her to him, “I got you, babe,” he said cooing to her, “not gonna let you go.”
	Katey rolled her eyes as she looked to Derrick as the two themselves came around and saw their two friends’ affectionate display.  Derrick smiled and scooted up close to Katey; putting his arms about her in a so-so playful manner he whispered “I got you, babe, I got you.”
	Rolling her eyes and shaking her head sadly she didn’t rebuff him but wasn’t too giving in.  Derrick took the hint and backed off—he still found it funny, though.
	Not funny was the groups new surroundings.
	“Where the hell are we?” asked Derrick standing up surveying the area.  It was a cave, a glossy cavernous room with many openings.  Not “glossy-glossy” so much as it glimmered, shimmered, due to the spray from the broken ground.
	The broken ground.  It took some speculation to determine that spot the kids were exploded from was broken and not intentional—not natural.  There was a flume of water coursing just under ground like a sewer—but not human waste sewer but a water transport tunnel.  It was a little deafening, too; the spray from the opening wetted the cavern’s immediate area.
	There were column supports and boulders, vegetation with most of that in the way of moss growing on the walls and such.  The surfaces all mostly were of a black obsidian-like color scheme.

	Derrick went exploring—Katey followed seconds later, “Wait up.” she called out.  He took her hand at the to pull her up from the sunken area of where they had been deposited and picked their way seeing what there was to be seen.
	Strangely they could—see.  There were numerous “crystals” of varying sizes embedded into the walls providing ambient lighting sufficient enough for them to see without squinting.  The two explorers held hands and found an adjacent cave room that was breathtaking.  Larger crystals of rainbow colors, a shimmering pool that was green in color, a tingling sound the kids couldn’t find, and a boon of a find! 
	At first it wasn’t discernible what the find was exactly;
	“Emergency Use Only”  “Civil Defense”  “US ARMY”  
	Crates, crates, crates.  Lots and lots of crates.  

	Her eyes were pretty.  Being a boy, determining exactly what “pretty” was was a bit of a stretch.  Basically, for the most part—he didn’t know AND didn’t care.  Boys his age especially, weren’t interested in what was pretty—it was video games, anything “ball” related, remote controlled, and food.  He saw flowers, the sky, and remembered his Mom.  But the concept of defining “pretty” was a little elusive.  
	Seeing Emily’s eyes told him the epitome of “pretty.”  In his chest his heart swelled, his cock was a little less inspired as its stimulation factor was hampered by the recent activity involving the water experience.
	Emily smiled on quivering lips to her beau.
	Something was growing between them—no, not that.  They held hands and spoke no words to spoil the budding moment.  Slowly they bumped heads and shivered with cold and blooming love.
	The shivering faded and was replaced by a warming glow.  With their heads already touching it was just a matter of re-angling so as their lips could touch.  It wasn’t lust, it was better!  Emily cocked her head and met Eric’s lips; their tongues kissed and with passion rising they began to embrace.
	Then,
	“Hey guys!” shouted Derrick, “Come see what we found!”
	Emily broke the lip lock and all else and stared at the ground; Eric gave his black friend a long hard stare.
	“Aw, geeze, you guys,” exclaimed Derrick, “you at it again!?”

	The new cave had some oddities about it—other than the green shimmering pool and tingling wind chime-like noise; but there were impressions in the rock at the walls, alcoves forming berths.  The rock was not HARD but soft, sponge-like.  There were crystals illuminating the alcove berth but if tapped—they dimmed!
	Fresh running water spouted from some of the columns, the water was the tastiest the kids had ever had!  The crates were a find; some were wooden crates but others were hard plastic green trunk-like things revealing needful treasures within; blankets, clothes, medicine, and food!
	The kids were home.  They had found a secure place they felt safe and sound.  There was food and cool places to swim and sleep.  There were books to read (military books, field manuals, medical books for low level medical personnel) and more cave to explore.
	The spongy berths were adult size and therefore just right for a wee child, or two.  It was Emily who took up space in one of the berths stating “It’s creepy” but tolerable.  It would just take time to get used to.  She was almost asleep when Eric came crawling in.
	“Hey!” she exclaimed.
	Eric smiled and crawled on top of her and then to her side.
	“What’s up, babe?” he said grinning.  “Don’t like my company?”
	“I didn’t say that.” She was too tired to argue—but she was dry.
	Eric snuggled her and Emily quickly fell to sleep safe in his arms.
	In one of the other berths Derrick lay on top of Katey.  They were smiling to one another and their past was just that—their past.  There was no adoration in the sense that adoration meant adulation and love.  What Derrick and Katey had was sex—pure monkey sex.  Their arms and legs wrapped about one another and Derrick’s mamba slipped nicely into Katey’s tingling pussy.  Their mouths met and their engagement of sex escalated into minutes of pure ecstasy.  Thereafter they sighed deeply if not passionately.  Sleep came to them and they did not deny it.
	From somewhere out in the great open cave room something stirred.  

*

HankyPanky Highway
	Despite the semi remoteness of her dwelling, there seemed to be way too much traffic on the desert highway outside her window.  she had chosen the last house belonging to a former general and his family from years ago; it was the last house on the highway before the waterway canyon beyond the ridge the house was butted up against.

	Normally under normal circumstances, Crystal Ganarde wouldn’t give a rip for the traffic on the highway; but her past and present involvement in her indulgence gave her insecurity.  Trash trucks, prospectors, and an occasional military truck were the most bothersome.  The deputy sheriff car was also seen and that worried her the most.  But the car didn’t even slow down as it approached the turn to run along the ridge.  
	Crystal returned to her great bed to snuggle against her “indulgence.”  There was a nice breeze from the open windows; the old house had some charm and uniqueness to it; made of wood it creaked a little and spooked the new owner but she was getting used to it.  The young artist had chosen her new abode from the hustle and bustle of the City for several varying reasons; after some personal tragedies, indulgences, and so on, Crystal needed a new life.  She was an artist creating fantastic sculptures and paintings for businesses and movie studios.
	Crystal’s “indulgence” stirred, stretched, and farted.  Crystal tousled his hair and snuggled to him all the more.  The young boy yawned and snuggled back into his naughty artist.  The boy was cute, handsome, and the brother of neighbor Leighanne (from chapter two).
	The afternoon had been long (and hot) and just perfect for two naughty peoples to get together and make merry.  Young Andy had begun delivering the Desert Highway News.  Delivering the paper Crystal’s house gave him more of an eye opener than he got when spying on his sister and her girlfriend.  Crystal Ganarde liked to do her sculpting in the buff.  (and she had the body in which to do it!)
	Andy had been in a hurry—to get home and see what if his sister needed her pussy shaven some more, and tossed the daily blab too far into the yard.  He kept going making the long sweeping U-turn as the Ganarde house was the last one on the route but felt bad ‘cause he had seen the woman and she was nice and smiled to him (she had been clothed at the time) so he stopped his bike and went searching for the thrown paper.
	Finding his paper he just thought to make the delivery personal.
	The young boy found something more than his paper, though…
	In the backyard like most homes in the desert community was a pool; Andy’s home had a pool—but it was empty and in need of repair; eventually the powers that be would get around to fixing it and filling it.  Eventually.  In the pool of the Ganarde home was a woman (Crystal Ganarde) floating on a pool mattress—nude.
	She was a fine-fine-super fine woman—‘specially nude!  Young Andy stared and stared and popped a boner staring.  That was one fine body for sure for sure.

	He wanted to say something, do something—he managed to fumble out his cock and play with it.  He didn’t think of his sister, or her equally naughty girlfriend.  He didn’t think of any girls he knew (or wanted to); all he thought of was what filled his mind before him.  
	The woman lay stretched out, sunglasses on, body glistening in the noonday sun; her pussy was as clean shaven as was his own sister’s; her breasts were cantaloupe size; long super curly strawberry blond hair; a long super fine nude body.  Occasionally she fingered her poon sending young Andy into super stroke mode.
	Finally, unable to stand it any longer he moved to the side metal gate alongside the house and opened it.  It squeaked open and Andy walked into the backyard patio standing where an alarmed naked Crystal Ganarde could see him.
	Crystal WAS alarmed at the squeaking of the gate she thought was locked.  She sat up with some panic as she knew that there was a motorcycle gang roaming the area—but seeing the young boy she relaxed.  Then she smiled as she that he had forgotten return his erection to the confines of his pants.
	“Can I help you?” she said offhandedly.
	Andy blinked his eyes and stood dumbfoundedly on the Southwestern style tile; “I-I have a paper, the paper--” he held the paper out to the woman but she remained on her pool mattress.
	“Are you alone?” Crystal asked.
	Andy couldn’t answer verbally but he nodded his head excessively stating such.
	There was a slight pause, then; “Why don’t you bring it to me.”
	Andy stood where he was, cock out, hand out holding the paper, stupefied.  The concept the naked Crystal proposed didn’t register.
	“Are you going to stand there?” Crystal asked knowing that the boy was petrified.
	Andy blinked his eyes; the nude woman splashed the water with her hand, smiled at him and continued to beckon him to come hither.  Finally, after five minutes at least, Andy was drawn forth coming up to the tile that surrounded the pool itself.  
	It was almost like he wasn’t himself—or that some “force” was involved in the undressing of him.  But he was acting on his own but it was in slow motion and in disbelief.  
 	Crystal watched him and when he got to his underwear her cunny began to “moisten.”  She lusted as she lingered her eyes on his undies, his penis hard sticking out the top of his shorts just pulled down to expose.

	“Well?” Crystal asked.
	Andy couldn’t believe what was happening; but slowly he pushed his tidy-whiteys down to his ankles then stepped out of them and he was nude.  
	Splashing the water Crystal enticed her nude visitor to come in.  The nude boy was still in a manner of stupedification and required a full minute before he slowly merged into the refreshing pool.  Then he came up to her floating mattress; Crystal caressed him, smiled and helped him up onto mattress—his weight was not a factor in maintaining the floatation.
	Andy lay in a dream state of being right on the nude woman he didn’t even know!  Her hands delicately roamed about his young body; she had a Devil’s smile with eyes to match!  Andy could do nothing but lay on the woman; his cock right on the woman’s cunt!
	Gingerly did Crystal open her inviting legs and position her young lover; closing her eyes she began to liquefy as the soft cuirass of the young boy’s body nestled against her bosom.  She let out a little sigh and with little effort managed to manage Andy’s pud into her sex.
	Another sigh she let out and natural instinct took over the young lover; Crystal’s cunt took the boy in like a snake taking in its prey.  Andy was not a virgin but his mind was muddled—nevertheless, though, he began to pump the woman’s pussy (like he pumped his sister and her girlfriend) and Crystal liquefied even more.
	The sloshing on the floatation mattress though was insanely delightful; the sloshing, too, made the act of desires difficult to maintain.  Andy pumped too hard for one thing.  Crystal gripped the boy’s tender ass basking in the sun and held him with her fingers delving into his crack.  The boy pumped and pumped well and thrilled the naughty nude woman—she was a little boy lover and after leaving the City she thought she’d never get to feel a little boy like Andy again.
	At length and did Andy slip out and lose his balance toppling into the pool.  Crystal fell after him and for a time thereafter they frolicked.  Andy relaxed and after awhile it was sort of like—no big deal to be swimming naked with a naked neighbor.  He could get to like and like it real well!
	“Thirsty?” Crystal asked of him.
	Andy couldn’t speak but nodded his head.  Crystal made for the pool steps and Andy watched as she made her way slowly up and out of the pool and to the house.  
	“You coming?” she asked pausing at the patio door.
	“Yep.” and he got out of the pool, too.

	From the kitchen having a soda and some chips to her bed.  Time was meaningless; going naked in a house and going to bed with a naked woman (who was hot!) was something else!  Unfortunately he didn’t have any close friends to brag to about it.
	In Crystal’s bed they made love—and how!  It was sweet—it was fantastic—it was wondrous!  Young Andy got off and “got off!”  Crystal did a fair job of “getting off” herself—mostly she got off just having the young boy in her bed against her.
	They made love and lusted the afternoon away.
	Meanwhile, next door…

*

Who’s in charge
	Monday—clean 1rst floor windows; make Meatloaf for dinner.
	Tuesday—clean upstairs windows; make Casserole for dinner.
	Wednesday—vacuum downstairs; make Chicken dinner for dinner.
	Thursday—vacuum upstairs; make Spaghetti for dinner.
	Friday—water plants inside and out; trash to the curb; sweep sidewalk and drive; mow front yard if needed/mow backyard if needed; make homemade Pizza for dinner.
	Saturday—mow yard that didn’t get mowed Friday; get started on Laundry—Family choice on dinner.
	Sunday—day off; Family choice for dinner.
	Tony Macelli sorted the whites/underclothes from the colored clothes, musing when he came to the colored underclothes remembering fondly when he first started doing laundry and he had underclothes that were of color and wondered what pile they were to go to.  After a few years of doing laundry he had it pretty much figured out—but he still mused over it.  
	“Hi!” spoke up his young daughter sneaking up behind him.
	Tony was somewhat startled and only jumped a little.
	“Thought you had a game?” Tony asked of his pre-teen only child.
	“Not today, not even practice, just getting together and arguing.”
	“I thought you were a good arguer?” her Daddy joshed her with a nudge.  Samantha, twelve going on twenty, took the joshing and nudged back.  She was a tomboy; her auburn hair was somewhat styled but in need of a trim.  She wore her hair in a long pony tail stuck out the back of her ball cap.

	Samantha was a tomboy, she loved jeans, sports, and had a mighty curiosity about all things.  All things.  Occasionally she could be seen in a dress—but not for very long.  Getting dolled up was not high on Samantha’s priority list.  Give her a Pitcher’s Mitt and she was a happy gal.
	“Laundry today, huh?” she stated the obvious.
	“Good eye.” replied her equally smart aleck Father.  By the last name, Macelli, their heritage was Italian.  Italian-American from Chicago.  Tony had some looks about him; dashing, dark hair, strong facial features with a nice bod to match.  He was a wiseacre but had a smile and smarts to get him out of most troubles.  In his youth he was a semi professional boxer that somehow segued to minor league baseball.  After that fell thru he turned his talents to other pursuits.
	“Did you get my laundry?” Sam asked.
	Her Father looked to his daughter oddly, “Don’t I always get the laundry, everybody’s laundry?”
	Sam shrugged, she knew the answer.  She was up to something.
	“You got some laundry I don’t know about?” 
	Sam again shrugged, “Just what I got on.” Teeshirt of white and pink, jeans, shoes, and favorite ball cap.  Al had “smudges” of earth on them.
	“Well, if you want them clean--” he left the unsaid for her to figure out.  Which she did.  The ball cap came off first, it was given to her by a famous ball player at a Chicago baseball game and she treasured it.  Seldom did she let it out of her sight or off her head.
	The shoes came nextly, they were grungy but still held together by what they were made of.  Then, shirking modesty, she slipped off her well worn favorite teeshirt with elbow length arms.  Number 9 was embossed on the front, Ellis Ave. Wildcats on the back.  She stood unabashed in her dainty pinkish bra with a front clasp concealed by a small dainty pink rose.
	Tony couldn’t help but marvel at how much his only child had grown.  She was just like her Mother—when her Mother had been Sam’s age of course.  
	Sam looked over the laundry and then to the two new machines that would do the actual work.  They were new, they were amazing with dials and digital readouts—modern technology at its best.
	“Pretty nice, huh?” Tony remarked.
	“Guess so.”
	“Angela sure went all out on them.”
	“Looks like.” ‘so why didn’t she go “all out” and buy a better house?’
	“Uhm, is that all—your laundry?”
	Sam still marveling at the two brand new red laundry machines undone her pants and pushed them down.  After stepping out of them she picked her panties out of her butt then handed the jeans to her somewhat stunned Daddy.
	Sam then took more interest in the machines while her Daddy behind her placed his daughter’s garments in their proper piles.  Then he stood to take a moment of gawking at his daughter clad merely in her panties and bra.
	‘not bad.’ He remarked to himself, ‘not bad at all.’
	Of course, she was twelve.  His thoughts began to muddle as new thoughts began to surface.  Quickly he dismissed them and began fussing with the rest of the laundry when,
	Sam unhitched her bra and dropped it onto the colored non-delicate pile.  No biggie, not really—Tony had seen his daughter in various stages of undress, including nudity.  Tony had been raising his precocious tomboy of a daughter since she was six when her mother passed away.  He had bathed her, dressed her, been there when she was sick and had “accidents”, and so on.  No biggie.
	“Ahem!” Tony cleared his throat demanding attention.
	“What?” unwary Samantha said redirecting her attention from the machines to her Daddy.  He made note of where she had dropped her bra.
	Sam looked to the bra and “didn’t get it.”
	Exasperated, Tony scooped the garment up and deposited it on the proper pile.
	“Oh.” said Sam embarrassed at her lack of laundry knowledge.
	Sam stood facing her Daddy; Tony couldn’t help but admire his child—near naked.  Her breasts were budding—they were small (but she was twelve.)  They were round, firm, soft, supple, and delectable.  Suddenly, Tony’s cock surged to extreme hardness.  A human male natural trait.  It couldn’t be helped—it just couldn’t.
	Then, to his disbelief, “so where do these go?” and Sam pushed down her panties of off-pink and held them looking over the various piles.
	Timidly did the girl’s Daddy take the dangling undies and dropped them to their proper pile.  Sam was nude.  Although he had seen Samantha nude before—it had actually been a couple of years.  He had walked in on her a few weeks prior and caught sight of her naked standing at a profile; he had also caught her on her bed, naked, fingering herself.  That was a natural and a given.  Tony had slammed the door and made himself scarce for the rest of the day and was embarrassed to be around Sam for two days.
	Sam, though, didn’t seem to be all that embarrassed…

	Sam’s beautiful brown eyes were locked solely on her Daddy’s growing bulge.  The bulge prominently displayed itself and Sam appeared to be feasting on it with her eyes!
	“Sam!” exclaimed a slightly discomfited Tony.
	“Sorry,” said Samantha, “but--”
	“But?  But what?”
	“Well, wow!” she giggled and blushed.  Tony blushed and brushed his hand across his aching bulge trying to satisfy it and put it to rest.  Didn’t happen.  It only got worse.  He wanted to stroke it and stroke it hard!  Then,
	“Can I see it?”
	Tony thought he heard what he heard but—
	“What?”
	Sam pursed her lips and backed up to rest against the washing machine.  Her eyes never leaving her Daddy’s bulge.
	“Y-you want to see m-my--” Tony couldn’t finish his sentence but Sam nodded enthusiastically “Yes.”
	Tony looked around; they were in the basement of family friend’s Angela Bowman.  Angela and Tony’s late wife had been best friends and when Angela heard Tony’s rout of bad luck she offered him and his daughter space in her new home—she herself was seeking a new life after her nasty divorce and she had one son, Johnathan.  
	No one was about—or so it seemed.  It was Saturday near noon, Angela was away in the City on business and son Johnathan with her.  Tony had a mild case of the heebie and jeebies.  But Samantha seemed anxious and willing to have a look.
	How long had it been since last she “had a look?”  Years.  Years had it been since daughter Samantha had seen him naked.  At that time, at her young age she had little if no interest in his manhood.  Now, at age twelve, she had apparently all kinds of curious interest.
	So who was Tony to deny her?
	It could be classified as Sex Ed.  There was some modesty between them, but they did fart in one another’s presence; he bought her her first bra and always bought her panties.  Thankfully, though, when she got her period they were at Angela’s house and that embarrassing chapter was taken care by Angela.
	Finally he just did it; to get it over with and done he just unzipped and “whipped it out.”  And so there it was—a nice piece of manhood that was a little more than average; hard, throbbing, pulsing, and ready.  Tony pulled the skin tight back at the base and playfully waggled it before his gawking near naked daughter.

	“Well,” Tony said teasingly, “you like it or what?”
	Samantha blushed and was somewhat embarrassed; her grin exceeded the limits of her face and she “leaned in” to get a better look.  Tony flopped his pud with a secret burning desire escalating in his loins.  
	“Can I touch it?”
	What was she saying!?
	Tony felt strange—all over.  Touch it?  Could he?  Should he?  His mind began to thrash madly—stepping over that Father/Daughter line was a toughie.  And once done—the was no turning back and no telling what the hell would happen thereafter, either!
	“Ok.” he said.
	Timidly, Samantha put her fingers about the prong; squatting to her knees she was mere inches from the pulsing member—she took the whole thang in more than merely feasting her eyes but earnestly taking in her Daddy’s cock with a serious wow factor times ten.
	Then, all on her own—and without asking, she kissed it.
	She did!
	Her lips lightly brushed against the tip with her eyes closed.  She let out a little breath of satisfaction, melting as she submitted to the commitment that was incestuous.  Then she was squeezing the pud and taking over masturbation techniques while licking the piss slit that was jutting bits of pre-cum.
	Then, her lips went over the mushroom head rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Tony moaned, his balls cinched up and instinctively put his hand to the back of her head—then, further instinctively, guided his manly manhood into her mouth.  Might as well…
	The sensation of getting a hummer from his own daughter was beyond comprehension.  It was utterly fucking fantastic!  Oh, he knew it was wrong, illicit, incestuous, and possibly illegal; but—other than that it was Fucking-A fantastic!  Gingerly did he slid his cock into her willing mouth.  Sam didn’t even retch or gag; slowly she slid her mouth down on the shaft, her fingers finding his hairy manly balls, too.
	Tony glided most of the way in—knowing just about how much his dick was in and where her tonsils were and not wanting to incite the gag reflex of with his cock touching the back of her throat—he pulled back and began a slow-steady pump.
	Sam did retch but didn’t gag.  She was sucking her Daddy’s dick and she liked it—a lot!  One hand held his cock at the base while the other clutched his nuggets.  She went up and down, rolling her tongue all about the shaft before taking her actions a step further—earnest cocksucking.

	The oral action went for another two minutes—Sam began making some slobbering sounds; Tony made audible noises of ultimate satisfaction, rolling his eyes, fluttering, and spewing just a little love cream into his daughter’s mouth.
	The cream was a unique taste—it was sweet but yet yucky ‘cause she knew where it came from.  Sam knew some things about Sex; procreation was something taught in school, the reasoning for it and so forth.  There was more; though, that wasn’t taught and had to be learned elsewhere.  The education of Samantha was just beginning.
	Tony finally pulled out and made a loud satisfying noise about it, too.  He flopped his own cock and rested it against his precious daughter’s face for a little face fuck.  This gave Sam time to breath and suck her Daddy’s hairy nuggets.
	Tony stumbled back some, ‘what next?’ he wondered.  Getting a Presidential from his own daughter was something—really something!  A line had been crossed, would there be others?  Would it matter?
	Then, Sam was standing up straight allowing her Daddy to once more give her fine nude body a once over.  Tony could only stand not mortified but awe—severely awed.  What was she doing!?  Tony blinked his eyes, sweated (more) and got harder (more.)  He moaned as he watched Sam stand and be nude.  Wow oh wow oh wow.  Her little triangle was just beginning to conceal her sex.  Tony guessed she was a virgin.  Good guess.
	A burning desires crept into Tony, filled him, swelled him, seethed.
	He wanted to fuck Sam.  There was no doubt about it, pussy, mouth, asshole—and he had already gotten her mouth!  He knew fucking that sweet pussy would be righteous!  Righteous!  It would be unfucked and virtually untouched.  
	As soon as he thought of “untouched” Sam did begin fingering herself.  Tony’s desires intensified and he yearned inside and out.  “Oh baby!” he exclaimed.
	“Aren’t your clothes dirty, too?” she asked innocently.
	‘Aren’t my clothes dirty, too?” Tony didn’t get it and had to run the words thru his mind repeatedly before he looked down at himself.  ‘No, not really.’ He had put on new clothing when he got up that morning.  He didn’t understand.  If they were dirty—then he would…
	He stared at Sam blinking his eyes conveying his inability to understand.  Sam rolled her eyes and sighed, then; with that amazing smile of hers and those incredible blue eyes she said “I think your shirt is dirty.” And when he didn’t move right off, “you should take it off.” she added.
	Tony looked to his shirt, it wasn’t dirty.  Why would she want… oh!

	Tony dropped his green golf shirt to reveal a fantastic chest.  It was hairless, chiseled, and fine-fine-fine.  Samantha eyed her bare chested Daddy, drooling and very muchly fingering her sex.  Tugging in her lower lip thoughtfully she watched him as he pushed down his pants and then underwear.
	He didn’t put his clothes in their proper piles but stood butt bare assed naked before his young daughter allowing her to have a real good look at him like never before.  And she did.  “Nice.” she said, “real nice.”
	Tony went to his knees right before his totally fine naked daughter.
	‘Goddamn she’s hot!’ for twelve.
	Licking his lips his hands went trembling to her sides.  Samantha gushed a little and almost twisted her young body but managed to maintain herself and posture.  Her Daddy caressed her sides, rested a moment on her ass—his unnatural desires mounted and deeply did he want to MOUNT the young vixen; but he found himself firstly taking in his daughter’s breasts.
	Samantha caressed her breasts noting her Daddy’s lingering lust for them.  Squeezing each one she tweaked the nipples and made the “offer.”  Tony let out a moan and was hard pressed to keep from partaking of the offering.  But, she HAD sucked his dick!  The least that he could do for her was to return the favor…
	Smiling and stepping further over the line he took in her left breast and massaged the other.  Cum squirted from his cock all on its own with passion’s desires significantly increasing a hundred-fold.
	Samantha twisted all about, gyrating and becoming giddy and giddier.
	Tony then hoisted his child up onto the washer; Samantha automatically opened her legs.  It was a delight to behold—and Tony beheld it!  (with his eyes anyways)  Up close and personal, Samantha’s poon was even more striking.  More.  Her poon pie was just coming in with a nice soft alluring forest of pubes.  Tony ran his eyes over the fur then his fingers, gently caressing the pubescent mound before beginning massaging and getting on with it.
	The “getting on with it” was with the tongue.
	Samantha shuddered all over, gushing, blushing, and practically cumming as her Daddy’s tongue wickedly (and expertly) delved into her virgin cunny.  With expert finesse Tony flicked his tongue into Samantha’s cunt; parting her “lips” and getting deeply involved into his daughter’s anatomy.
	Samantha wriggled on the washer; her legs about her Daddy’s shoulders and neck she pounded her sex into his face making exclamations unpronounceable.

	Finally it was time—there was no holding back.  The line of decency had been crossed and obliterated so what was the diff if he fucked her, too?  None.  The ultimate sin was done committed and engaging in the immoral act of sexual engagement mattered not.  Maybe legally there were minor differences but …
	Tony’s cock kissed Samantha’s pussy; the girl’s poon was already glistening with both her Daddy’s slobberings and her own juices raging.  Tony glided his throbbing hardness up and down Sam’s cunt, gently poking her sex.  Sam was already in high gear and could hardly settle down anticipating the glory of glories approaching her.
	The two locked eyes—Tony conveying to his daughter, “are you ready” and Sam replying “Yes” ‘oh yes, yes, YES!  Do me, do me, DO ME!’
	Tony was willing to oblige and began making a cherry busting penetration.  Samantha’s nipples perked out enticing her Father even more; he focused on them while his cock focused on breaching the girl’s pussy block.  A steady press and then a dynamic thrust and he was thru the blockade.  
	Samantha gave a short little yelp and felt a small sharp pain that was over before she knew it.  Her Daddy was “in” and began to pump right after.  Just the head of his manhood was in—he took his time pushing further into his child and reeled with what he had gotten in so far.
	Samantha clung to the edge of the washer; her young legs up about her Daddy’s neck, his manhood slowly inching its way into her vagina.  She bit into her lip reeling in both some minor agony and sharp pain along with pleasure and ecstasy.
	Tony got serious after a minute of boinking his own and with half the length of his manhood into her he stepped up the progress of sexual engagement.  He began to pump faster.  Samantha’s eyes bulged wide with excitement and delight; her nipples stood even MORE; her young body was all a quiver as her very own Daddy “put it to her.”

	When the deed was done there was the aftermath of “Oh my God!  What have I done!” to deal with.  Fucking his own daughter, it constituted rape no matter if she were willing or not.  Of course, he could claim that some jerk with a sick twisted mind used one of those electronic mind altering devices on them…
	The feelings of guilt subsided and Tony withdrew relaxing his body.  He had sunk nearly all of his manhood into his own daughter—and it felt good!  More than good—terrific!  And the release of his man juice—wow!

	He hoped she wouldn’t get pregnant, now.  That would be bad and difficult to deal with.  He hoped in the future if they did it again (and of course, they would) he would have something to prevent Sam from getting pregnant.
	The release of orgasm was beyond measure.  It was more than simple WOW factoring; it was more than sensational.  The guess was that it was the simple fucking fact that he had fucked his daughter.  Pussy was pussy, he had fucked his share of pussy (and how!) and could remember his first piece—Donalee Givonna, a sweet little girl all of thirteen when he was nigh but twelve.  She lived on the lower east side of Chi-town and had a snappin’ pussy that wouldn’t quit.  She took young Tony to levels of sexual bliss he had never known—well, it was his first time but each time thereafter with Donalee, it was like the first time all over.
	Gobs and gobs of his man juice squirted in long strands into Samantha’s pussy; with his cock out pulsing just inches from where it had blissfully resided for several intense minutes, more strands there was.  Tony’s cock throbbed and yet even more spunk spewed forth.  Samantha fingered her cunt getting a little grossed out by her Daddy’s spew and the slight presence of her blood.
	Luckily there was a bathroom in the basement where the laundry center was; Father & Daughter took advantage of the shower and showered so together.  Seemed like the thing to do.  It was a rinse job first and then they cuddled.  Tony’s cock needed time off from the rigorous workout it had just engaged in.  Cuddling was nice, his not-too-soft schlong rested right up against his daughter’s chest; Sam was a little exhausted herself but not weak in the legs like her Daddy was.
	After some minutes in the shower, Tony began caressing his daughter all over again; Sam giggled and stepped back some, spreading her legs and commencing with peeing.  Tony stood back to watch and masturbated highly as she did so.  It turned him on.  Sam blushed and began masturbating her Daddy’s dong.  Tony liked and let her and soon was hard enough to break bricks!
	He didn’t break any bricks, though—but he broke his young daughter in her last virgin hole.  But it was Samantha who initiated it.  Where she heard it or how she learned of wasn’t clear; but soon after getting her Daddy’s fuck stick hard again she lubed it with soap and then—THEN she turned around and spread her ass cheeks.
	She did!

	What was Tony to do!?
	The line had been crossed and then some so what was ONE MORE HOLE?  Looking at his daughter from the back view was pretty nice, too.  Real nice.  His cock surged even more and the desire to plug said hole thrived within him greatly.  Applying some spittle, pre-cum, and soap, Tony took charge of sodomizing his daughter’s pooter.
	Seemed the thing to do since it was there.
	After drying, the two lounged together on the piles of clothes basking in the glow of their incestuous deed—all unaware that nay they were not alone as thought.  Nay.

*

On a scale of 1-10—
	“On a scale of One to Ten, how important is sex to a guy?”
	What a question!  And at 7:30 in the morning, too!  Alex Keeton thought it over and answered his sister with, “Twenty.”
	Alex Keeton, an upwardly mobile up and coming Republican fifteen going on sixteen year old stood in the sunny kitchen of the family kitchen entering into a discussion about his favorite topic—sex and all its elements.
	The discussion, though, was with his seventeen just turned seventeen year old sister.  The family Keeton were city dwellers—once were, and then suburban dwellers, and after a family tragedy they were further down the status line and living in Americana.  The home was in the family and just right for the small family to try and start over again.
	Alex was—intelligent, fairly decent in the looks department, and a staunch Republican.  Not much in the athletics but he did alright to maintain fitness and appease his Mother.  Mallory, his just turned seventeen year old sister, was one who sometimes was dimwitted—she took things said too literally and would almost be classified as a “blond” save not for the fact that she had raven dark hair.
	But Mallory was outgoing, avid soccer and volley ball participant, very friendly and popular with many of her peers.  The conversation of “sex and its elements” floored her brother (and Mallory liked that, anything to embarrass him.)
	But Mallory was serious.
	“W-why would you ask me that?” Alex stammered.  He nonchalantly poured some orange juice and Mallory said something about being curious about wondering if guys (in general) masturbated as much as girls.  Alex poured the orange juice onto his hand.

	“Girls masturbate?” Alex inquired—he could hardly bring himself to even say the word “masturbate” in the presence of his sister, let alone anyone else.  
	“Of course we do, silly.” Mallory replied slicing an orange.  
	Alex was a little flustered—maybe more than a little.  For a long time, since he “came of age” he had tried hard to not “notice” his sister in the same fashion as he noticed other girls in his peer group.  Mallory had a body; shapely form, nice butt, and fantastic perfectly sized breasts.  Sure he had seen her naked a few times, usually in her underwear, lots of times in her swimwear.  No biggie—they were brother and sister living under the same roof.
	There, too, was another sibling sister, Jennifer.  She was twelve and Alex saw more of her than he care for—causing him to dash to his bedroom for a private session with Mr. Winkie.
	But that didn’t necessarily mean he had a boner for his young sib, or even Mallory.  They were girls, sure—but they were sisters and brothers just weren’t supposed to fool with their sisters.  Or were they?  Alex wasn’t sure, his mindset had always been on finances and all things political—he had very little time for a social life or intermingling with his immediate family.
	“How?” he asked blatantly.
	Mallory had her turn at “Huh?”
	“H-how do girls—m-m-m--”
	“Masturbate?  Oh, that’s easy!” Mallory said with a smile.  The girl had a way with her outgoing friendliness, her smile, her calm demureness combined with a ravishing body made her fantastically categorically alluring.
	“Wanna see?” she asked out and out.
	Alex lost his ability to breathe.

	Alex didn’t know what up with his daffy sister, she was acting more weird (and daffier is that was possible) than ever!  But he was game, he followed the tall slender girl down the hall and up the stairs to her room; his eyes never leaving her ass.  She DID have a nice ass—very nice.  (in a swimsuit it looked even more fantastic!)
	Once in her room the strange daffy girl with a nice ass and tits to match began undressing.  Was she under some kind of spell, a mind device that was so popular?  Alex had sometimes desired to have such a device, there were more than a few girls at his school that he would like to…

	Young teen Alex felt his cock exploding as he dumfoundedly watched his sister take her pants down and then her panties.  This just wasn’t happening!  He couldn’t just couldn’t believe what he was seeing—it was a wow factor he had never counted on.
	Onto her bed the half naked Mallory went; on all fours she paused a moment to give her stunned flabbergasted brother a brief looksee at her ass and goodie box.  All Alex could do was stand in awe and indeed stare.  Then Mallory laid out on her bed, parted her legs and began to frig herself.
	Pre-cum soiled Alex’s underwear and formed a small “spot” on his pants; his balls were cinching up with his cock powerfully strengthening hard enough to bend steel girders.  
	“Holy shit!” Alex breathed.  He could barely breathe, though; Mallory lifted up her top revealing her breasts—no bra.  Alex could hardly stand it and his mind began to simply wig out.  There was nothing to do but watch…
	Mallory teased her brother incessantly for a few more minutes; her legs were wide open comfortably, her fingers expertly diligently fingering and rubbing her pussy.  Then,
	“So you going to show me?” she asked offhandedly.
	“S-show you what?” Alex asked back clueless.
	“How a guy does it.”
	“Does what?”
	And they call blondes dumb…
	Mallory didn’t say it but merely conveyed it, “what we were talking about in the kitchen.”  Alex blinked his eyes, stared at his sister fingering herself, then nodded with a quivering smile etched on his handsome boyish face.  It was like he wasn’t himself, or operating as himself—it was like he watching someone else—but his fingers undone his slacks; he kicked off his shoes, then unzipped to haul out his throbbing erection.
	Mallory’s eyes feasted on the delicate teenhood with almost a savoring drool.  She trembled—all over; her nipples became as erect as her brother’s dick.  Inasmuch as Alex had feasted on Mallory’s ass, she equally feasted on his cock.
	Alex was still in the midst of being dumbfounded when he suddenly realized he was masturbating!  And bit of cum was dripping form his piss slit!  And Mallory his sister was salivating!
	What was an up and coming Republican-Economist to do!?
	Why, eat at the “Y”, of course!

	On a scale of 1-10, eating pussy scored 20.  It wasn’t Alex’s first time noshing at the “Y” but he had never noshed on his sister’s “Y” (and it was pretty good!  Mallory’s cunt was soft, not too furry, recently washed, with just a slight hint of pee.  Alex’s cock was ready to burst and demanded attention, penetration type attention.
	Abigail Mendelson was Alex’s first fuck.  She had given him a handjob prior at her house when the two were alone studying for a big test at school.  When the pressures of studying got to be a bit much and they needed a break, they took said break in the kitchen and then thereafter in Abby’s bedroom.  And much like the conversation Mallory and Alex had, the subject of “masturbation” came up between Abigail and Alex.  At that time, Alex didn’t have much of a clue as to how girl’s “pleased” themselves like boys did.
	“Boys have it easier.” Abby stated matter-of-factly.
	Alex debated and doubted that—but was actually mostly naïve about such matters as girls and their ability to finger themselves, cum, and do whatever in their girl world.  He wasn’t even aware that girls COULD cum!
	Abby insisted that boys had it easier to masturbate than girls.  Alex being a debator (and avid masturbator) needed proof.  Strangely, Abby was willing.  She pushed down her white jeans and rose pink panties, laid out on her bed and said, “Ok.” to Alex.
	“Ok, what?” Alex asked—how naïve can you get!
	Abby gave him a look of “are you kidding?” 
	‘hey, stupid, down here!’ Alex had to look down to find his cock was near bursting out of his pants, ‘take me out, dumbass!’  Alex followed the commands of his Cock; but it was difficult as there was a girl present.  Having Mallory and younger sib Jennifer in the house made life difficult for a young teen.  He had always seen panties everywhere and even gotten some back in the laundry; he had seen his sibs naked and heard them fart, but to whip his dick out in their presence just wasn’t something he did or could do.
	(but secretly wanted to!)
	Finally he did whip it out and began to slowly stroke, Abby on the bed began to finger herself.  It was a contest—to see who would cum the first.  Alex was absorbed at watching the near naked Abby finger herself, she was a beauty at the ripe tender teen age of thirteen.  Alex was midway along enjoying being thirteen and also midway along enjoying masturbating in her presence.
	And it was Alex by a landslide who came off firstly—naturally.

	After Alex came off, and dripped his jiz onto her carpeted floor, Abby went on half a minute more before giving up and came to her knees before Alex’s dawg.  She eyed it like a delicacy; tasting his dripping cum, licking the head of his cock, and was about to “go down on him” when doors were heard in the house—Abby’s parents were home. 
	The handjob came days later when still studying and in need of a break.  No masturbation, no tempting, no preliminary nothing—Abby started right in rubbing on Alex’s cock—he had almost all but forgotten the incident days prior as he shunted his mind works to all things Republican and thusly was able to curb his budding sexual appetite.
	Abby rubbed on him thru his pants; the girl had golden hair that was all fluffed up and hung just to her shoulders.  She smelled wondrous with Alex unable to pinpoint exactly what she smelled like.  For thirteen, she had some dynamite titties and Alex enjoyed them like a treat.
	Once his cock was fully throbbing hard, she pulled it out and began an earnest bout of humping it.  It was the most terrific thing Alex had ever felt.  There were taking a good hearty piss in the morning, a crap later on that made his pants fit better, seeing his meager investments in various stocks increase a hundred-fold, a hearty butt blast, rocky road ice cream with mint, and old fashion self stimulation.
	But getting a handjob from a girl beat all.

	From the handjob to a blowjob, to full out and out sex—all from the same girl.  It was Alex’s first time but it wasn’t clear that it was Abby’s or not—probably not.  And after Abby, there was Dana and then Nora.  Nora came when he had just turned fifteen, Nora was already fifteen and just months away from being sixteen.  She was already a junior with a 140 IQ; she played the flute in the school band and choir and when she did—she had Alex heart.  Later on when they were privately together she had Alex’s cock.
	Back to Mallory.
	Only with Dana had Alex “eaten” out a girl’s pussy, and just the one time.  Mallory didn’t shave her pussy hair but there just wasn’t much there.  Alex roamed his tongue all over the outer lips and mound, going up to the hood and down to the funk hole—then all over the sides before Mallory grabbed him by the ears and forced his face into her direct sex.  Alex took the hint and explored the girl’s inner snatch with some enthusiasm.
	Mallory began to buck and become insatiable—her pussy moistened greatly and there was a new urgence in the girl’s sex drive.  Alex found himself hanging on for dear life as his daffy sister pumped his face with a serious needful desire.

	Alex didn’t mind too much and did what he could to make his sister’s cunnilingus experience a memorable one.  He kinda liked it, too.  He couldn’t quite remember Dana’s fourteen year old pussy being so “wet” but he remember Nora’s cunt—and how!  It was his birthday, he knew his family would be throwing him a party, so he stayed out of the house and amused himself at the library where he met classmate and social environmentalist Nora Bunjoy.  
	After some studying she invited him back to her house.  Alex thought “a birthday fuck!” but was disappointed slightly when Nora’s Mom and older brother were home.  It wasn’t clear but it was thought that Nora thought the house was to be empty herself.  Oh well—it worked out.  In the den Nora and Alex goofed going thru the extensive family library.  Alex caught the whiff/odor of Nora—she was horny (and wet!)  Just out of sight of her family the two brushed lips, bumped heads, and wrapped their arms about one another being a little giddy.
	Nora “suddenly” had to leave the room with no explanation why.  Alex made conversation with Nora’s Mom and the brother who were playing chess/cards/dice in the kitchen.  When Nora returned she had changed out of her jeans and into a pair of yellow nylon short-shorts.  Real short.  Alex returned to the den just off askew from the kitchen.  He could hardly speak, let alone walk.  Nora showed him some very old family books and as she moved in front of him, she brushed her bending over ass to his pulsing erection.
	Alex could stop himself and held the girl’s hips rubbing his crotch onto her bent over ass.  The sound of a chair scrapping the tile kitchen floor put the two horny teens apart quickly; the Mom did peek in on them and said something about asking Alex if he would like to stay for dinner—but Alex explained that it was his birthday and his family had a party planned for him.
	When the Mom left, Nora plopped herself down on the floor—just out of sight of the kitchen up closer to the great bay window.  Alex plopped down before her; Nora showed Alex some family history in the old family books and for some minutes that was all.  Then, surreptitiously she showed him more…
	The big heavy green hardbound book covered Nora’s lap, Alex’s back was to the great opening of the den with no door.  Nora carefully opened her legs a bit as she sat cross legged and cautiously pulled her shorts open to reveal herself.  No panties.  Alex was greeted with sweet pussy viewing that sent his cock sailing!

	Very gently she fingered her sex, opening her lap wider so as Alex could see.   Alex carefully—carefully slipped his fingers to Nora’s cunt and got busy with the action of exploration.  His eyes fluttered and cock near busted thru his jeans.  Once again there was a chair indicating someone was on the move.  Two someones; Nora’s brother passed down the hallway to the bathroom, Nora’s Mom made preparations for baking a quick cake and then the phone rang.
	Minutes later and Nora’s brother left the house; the Mom was still chatting on the phone.  Nora smiled a Devil’s smile and after putting the book she had back in its place she slyly slipped out of the room and down the hall to her room.  Alex held fast a moment and lingered leaning against the open door sill of the den.  Askew across was the kitchen, beyond that the dinning room and then the great open living room.  Nora’s Mom was on the far side of the kitchen chatting to her sister.
	Looking down the hall, Alex saw Nora—actually, not all of Nora, just her butt—her BARE butt sticking out of her bedroom.  Alex couldn’t breathe but he could walk—sort of.  Slowly but with a quickness he moved to the girl’s forbidden bedroom where he found the sexy teen stark naked.  He gave a quick look to her cast off clothing, soiled panties; then down the hallway before unleashing his ready to fuck anything prick.
	Nora was on his prick before Alex could think.  The girl’s room was 1970s style with paneling, windows, bedding, carpeting, and other assorted decorations to match.  A fish tank on the desk, a cluttered room with books and things, freshly soiled pussy funk panties…	
	A quick blowjob from the naked Nora and then she was on her bed that was up against the wall to give the room more room.  It was a big bed, though, the mattresses were thicker, bigger and put the girl right at the right height to be boinked.  And Alex boinked her—stepping up with his pants and underwear at his ankles he buried nicely his prick into the naughty teen’s cunt and was gobbled up in no time.
	He was brought to severe sexual ecstasy in no time, too.
	It was a brief not lingering fuck, one of which left little to Alex’s mind to recall.  The situation was not normal and too hurried with fear of being busted by a family member so the even was not a lasting one.  But both teens enjoyed the fuck just the same, Alex believed he made the two minute mark but it may have been a little shorter than that.  He fucked hard, strained harder, and gave great gobs of untethered cum into Nora’s hot fucking hot cunt.

	After cumming off she lay on her bed fingering herself outrageously; Alex was a little perplexed still to say the least and stood back on wobbly legs masturbating to soothe his aching but satiated cock.  Nora then slipped off the bed and took his member sucking it dry (and clean.)

	Natural instinct, like the caveman, Neanderthal man, Johnny in the woodshed with Alice, engagement of sex (and its elements) was a natural thing that though the mind may not know what to do—the Cock and Pussy did.  Alex’s cock slid nicely into his sister’s pussy; he nearly very nearly came off right from the get go but managed to hold back and ease himself fully into her.  Once done he pulled himself up further and commenced to fucking right off.  It was a little clumsy and awkward but Alex wasn’t an expert on positioning himself for fucking.
	Mallory caressed his arms then gingerly guided him up onto her body where he was supposed to be and to be more comfortable about it.  Then she herself could begin to naturally enjoy the fuck, regardless of the fact that it was incestuous in nature.  She caressed her brother’s body, rubbing his sides, back, and especially his ass.  
	Alex concentrated for the most part of the fucking; then, when his cock got into the groove of things he locked eyes with his odd sister and though he tried to maintain his status as a Man; he melted off into a submissive boy.  In the background his cock was reeling in the act of sexual engagement; in the foreground there was a newness of sibling love escalating to realms yet unknown.
	The two lovers fell together to become one; their arms and legs entangling as they rolled about the bed awkwardly trying to maintain their illicit sex act.  Alex’s pud slipped out a time or two, or three, but was easily reinserted and the fucking continued until Alex released a torrent of powerful cum jets.
	Mallory herself succumbed to delicious long awaited orgasm with her young teen body trembling and shuddering all over.  Her breasts were the most sensitive with her nipples even more so.  She rubbed her chest against her brother’s hairless boyish chest and their passion didn’t die down but only fired up to a new height.
	They kissed and Mallory came to rest on top.  Their intense passion was just beginning.  No longer were they simple brother and sister; it was lust—pure and simple lust with passionate after tones.  Neither seemed to be able to “get enough” with Mallory repositioning herself with the “frog” position grinding her sex against and into her brother for the ultimate fuck.

	Of course, once stepping over the sibling relationship boundary there was no going back—not that Alex wanted to.  Mallory had opened a firestorm in her brother—he didn’t pester her or follow her around but he was “willing” oh willing to jump her bones at the slightest opportunity and/or hint.
	And for the most part, Mallory didn’t mind.  She knew she had started it and that was ok.  In sequence, when Opportunity and Timing were optimum, Mallory and Alex shirked their usually intact modesty and went naked—a prelude to body thrashing encounters to commence post haste.
	After hot typical hot-hot monkey sex, Mallory initiated new positions (she had heard of them and wanted to try them out.)  Alex, of course, was game.  The Butterfly, the stopperage, spooning, the Cowboy, and other assorted positions they came up with on the fly.  After one such torrid event (the Cowboy) the two as usual made for the hall shower.  During the shower—as usual, Mallory was frisky and took her brother’s tool with he back to the wall and her legs about his waist.  His “tool” went nicely into her hot cock hungry cunt.
	After the shower, they were drying off and Mallory turned bending over to dry her legs when Alex eyed her ass.  so far that day he had nailed her on the breakfast table at 6:30AM; after school they coupled on the living room sofa at 3:30PM; then in Alex’s bedroom at fifteen minutes to 5PM—at which five minutes after 5PM their single Mother came home with younger siblings, Jennifer and Andy.
	At a little after eight while Andy was taking a bath, Jennifer deeply immersed in doing her homework and their Mom in her room/office working on her master’s degree in psychology—Alex and Mallory went after it again finding their fooling around a little daring and in turned them on with the public affection and the very possibility of “getting caught.”
	They humped in the hallway, then ran naked to the kitchen where Alex got her from behind (a prelude to the event in the bathroom later) and then out into the garage where on the family car Alex schlepped his salami into his sister’s cunt hard.  The intensity of their lust brought Mallory to the most intense act thus far.
	After Alex had fucked his fill of her on the car, Mallory was still on fire and slipped off of the car unable to walk.  But that was ok, she took her brother’s cock and rubbed it all over her face.  It needed a rest break but she sucked it and rubbed it all over her getting a little bit more love cream to squirt onto her face.
	Then, in the bathroom later on a little after midnight with the rest of the family asleep, Alex took a stronger looksee at his sister’s ass…
	The flesh was willing but the cock was weak.  Barely could Alex get an erection, let alone keep it.  But caressing Mallory’s sweet ass his cock began to stir.  Alex went to his knees and found himself drawn to his sister’s cornhole.  She had just washed (it) so it ought to be safe enough.  The concept of “anal sex” was very elusive to the young Alex, but he had heard scuttlebutt about the subject on the lips of his fellow peers, the tv news gave almost detailed information with visual aids!
	Mallory felt her brother’s eyes and then his hands to her ass.  Mallory was game and parted her legs; on his knees with Mallory still standing just bending over, Alex put his lips to his sister’s ass and began to lick.  All over the sister’s crack Alex roamed his tongue, poking the hole, and finding access, too, to his sister’s cunt.
	Lick, lick, lick—lap, lap, lap—nuzzle, nuzzle, nuzzle
	Repeat above steps as many times as necessary…
	Finally, though, Mallory (and Alex) could hold off no longer and with Mallory’s hole sufficiently lubricated with spittle, Alex stepped up to Mallory’s offering once she had gotten to her knees.  The brotherly dong made slow progress finding initial resistance from the onset but after the mushroom head of Alex’s cock forced its way in the rest came easy as the asshole opened and sodomy sweet sodomy was on.

	There was no getting enough—Alex and Mallory wanted to fuck and fuck often.  The garage and every room in the house was up for grabs.  Sometimes Alex wrapped his weenie and sometimes he didn’t; Mallory was taking “precautions”.  
	One day when certain family members were supposed to be out of the house on their own doings elsewhere, Alex and Mallory were hard at on Mallory’s bed—again.  It was their first time fucking in three days!  Alex’s cock simply needed time off and there were just a lot of personal and family things going on that prevented he and his naughty sister from hooking up.  Of course, both had private lives and horny friends to satisfy, too.  And it was good to cool it now and then, too.
	But for three days?	  Finally the timing and opportunity was just right.  Alex hurried thru his personal business and found his sister Mallory just as anxious.  They wasted no time in getting naked but paused while standing so; they came together caressing one another with Alex’s cock throbbing hard.  Their bodies melded together and in a slow dance they engaged in a preliminary bonding.
	This lasted five minutes then it was onto the bed for out and out dog sex.

	In about the middle of their lusty dog sex there came from under the bed a blond head.  Jennifer.  Slowly ever so slowly did the twelve year old spy pull herself up from under the bed just so—just so as she could peer up over the foot end of the bed to see her siblings sexually engaging.
	She said nothing and did nothing—just watched.
	She watched two more occasions before confronting the two.
	“I know what you two are doing.” she told them one Saturday morning.  Mallory and Alex were stunned, with Alex moreso than Mallory.
	“W-what are going to do?” Alex asked in some trepidational fear.
	Jennifer smiled, shrugged, and said nothing.
	“You want to join us?” Mallory asked breaking the silence.
	Alex nearly lost it, “What!?” he shrieked.  But what was his shrieking about—he was already screwing (and how!) one sibling, so what the diff with boinking another?  Was it the fact that she was twelve?
	That could be it.
	Alex, too, just feared what it meant—if it meant anything.  He basically didn’t know really what he feared.  No biggie sinking his pud into one sister, and there really was no biggie in doing two—but it was Jennifer.  Jennifer was—twelve.  But Alex didn’t think that her age or sibling status had any reigning factor on his hesitation to boink her.  She was sweet, naïve, very-very pretty, and he just couldn’t really see himself boinking her.
	But then again…
	Jennifer was the only blond in the family; she acted different; wasn’t politically minded but was an avid reader, loved to read poetry and was a budding environmentalist.  At twelve she was already taller than most kids in her peer group; she had very pleasing looks and was comfortable in a dress outfit as well as jeans.  Very curious about the health of the planet she was an advocate for the local environment, recycling, and sanitation.
	Alex looked to Mallory for support and was a little confused if not stunned when Mallory shrugged giving her awestruck brother a Devil’s grin suggesting “Why not” let her in?
	Oh!
	So, in the heat of the day with a/c taking a breather, the windows open on the sea side to let the nature of the ocean cool the house, Alex lay out on his bed naked.  He watched with some fascination as his sisters stripped off their clothes.  It was a new turn on watching the girls undress and his shagged out cock got relivened and relivened quickly!
	Mallory made whispers to her naked preteen sibling and the young girl blushing and giggling came onto the bed of her brother and took up his cock to her hand; then she did began masturbating him.

	And from masturbating to sucking.
	Strange how the girl seemed to know how to do that.  Alex didn’t care, it didn’t matter and he just lay back enjoying the act.  He ran his hands thru his sister’s hair admiring her side profile as she worked his favorite organ.  Further instructions came from big sis Mallory and Jennifer moved to straddle Alex’s face—her pussy already heavily moistened by sexual desires yet untold came to rest on Alex’s face.  She wriggled and grinded her cunt onto her brother’s face, there was only a bare hint of adolescent pubes and Alex drove his tongue into her sex.
	It was extreme—Alex’s cock never felt so good!  It was also a little overwhelming.  Doinking one sister was one thing, doinking two sisters was just mind boggling!  Just!  And the intensity of the blowjob was downright insane!  And then—then—then there was his face buried right into Jennifer’s twelve year old butt crack!
	And her pussy was wet, too.
	And yet, still, it was only the beginning…

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The Collector
	She awoke with a headache; more than a headache—a lot more.  Her vision was blurred and ears muffled; a rolling was in her stomach and she was seconds away from hurling.  A vile bile erupted into her mouth—but more vile bile was about to become a part of her.
	Closing her eyes shutting them tight she struggled to maintain her sanity.  Too many images filled her mind—too many to make since of.  She felt hot and couldn’t think straight.  Trying to focus on her last memory she began a trek to recover her identity.  It still wasn’t easy and more confusion came as she began to take stock of her surroundings.
	Sunlight stole its way thru some tattered curtains that were of a pukey orange color.  The light was bright and took some getting used to.  She was in a room, green wallpaper that was equally pukey; a green and orange shag well-well worn carpet; a large bed with green crappy well-well worn bedding on a wooden frame that suggested a 1970s appeal.
	There was a dresser and a chair at a desk next to it.  An open door leading to a possible bathroom.  A crappy ceiling fan that slowly turned; Marlene took note that it was a little more than warm in the room wherever she was at.  There was a high intensity of mustiness to contend with along with her confusion.

	On the bed was someone, two someones—no, three.  Two of the three were children.  All three someones were naked; a man was with them and he was an adult in his thirties at least, trim and well groomed.  And naked.  Marlene needed a moment to take stock of what she was seeing and it made her seethe with horror as she saw the man was masturbating, jacking off onto a young girl who was no more than eight years old!
	Marlene could hardly breathe she was so horrified and angry.
	“YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Marlene managed to blurt out; her words, though, were barely audible as a heavy cloth was wrapped about her throat and the horror of what the man was doing also played a part in keeping her potential ranting to a bare whisper.
	The man gave Marlene a bare look over his shoulder and continued jacking off.
	The man was Cajus Joplis and he was a “collector.”
	Part of his collection was on the bed with him, Lauren who was eight and Susannah who was ten.  Cajus feverishly worked his cock squirting gobs and gobs of his liquid love onto the youngest girl’s bared pussy.  Both girls were nude; Lauren had a baby face, flat chested, virgin pussy.  She was incredibly cute for her age, sandy brown hair and incredible blue eyes.  She lay grinning and giggling and apparently not in any fear or concern about her predicament.
	Nor was the ten year Susannah who sat with her legs folded under her.  She was a cutey, too; long brown hair pulled back in a single puffy pony tail.  At ten years of age she was beginning to bud breasts and they were nice to admire and savor.  A wee bit o’ peach fuzz coated her virgin pussy, she sat grinning and watching the antis of the Collector.
	Finally Cajus came.  A great gob spewed from his piss slit with only a bit more following.  He was exhausted and fell back on his side heaving.  He nodded to Susannah, though, and the girl “eagerly” went down to suck on Cajus’ cock.
	The woman in the large walk-in closet was horrified to see the girl doing the deed.  She shocked was she that once more she was unable to speak.  She could only sit in the cramped darkened musty closet realizing that she was tied up (but clothed) and watch.
	More horror came to be as after Susannah finished sucking clean Cajus’ cock she went to clean up the mess spilled onto Lauren’s cunt.  Cajus caressed the girl’s hair, caressing her shoulders then making a head nod indicating that they were not alone.

	A man came into the room, his cock was out of pants and he was heavily engaged in the art of masturbation.  He was grinning big as he watched the antics on the bed.
	“See?” said Cajus who had a determined accent suggesting a Southern upbringing.  The new man nodded, he had a bit of a pudge belly, hair of dirty blond in need of a trim, a huge thick mustache, and glasses in need of repair.  
	Cajus moved his fingers thru Susannah’s hair revealing her temple on one side—and revealing something that blinked on the girl’s temple.
	“It works, mate,” said Cajus, “I tolt ya it works and it works!” Cajust beamed and massaged his cock as Susannah sat up just smiling and displaying being somewhat of a zombie persona.  
	“Works on the same principal as any of those mind devices everyone has, but better!”  
	Aike (pronounced Ike) nodded and with a little instruction from Cajus, Susannah moved off of the bed and went to Aike and began sucking him without hesitation.  Aike filled the young girl’s mouth fully, rocked his hips to and fro and grinned big.  The little girl on the bed remained as she was with Cajus laying beside her fingering her cunt.
	Marlene couldn’t take anymore and passed out.

	After filling Susannah’s mouth with his love cream, Aike happily waited to see what the fuck Cajus would show him nextly.  Nextly was just down the hall.  Aike was marveled, still, by his leaking dick cream from Susannah’s mouth.  On his knees he looked the naked little girl over—carefully.  She was a wondrous child for ten, amazing looks with missing incisors on each side making her front teeth seemingly protruding (but weren’t.)  
	Aike was most curious, though, about her temple adornment.
 	“Like I told ya, they work.” said Cajus.
	Aike ran his fingers thru Susannah’s hair looking at the 1 ½ inch long narrow black attachment with a green light emitter.  
	“It works, mate, it works!” chided Aike.
	Cajus grinned and paused in his fingering of the little girl on the bed to come up behind the little girl in front of Aike saying, “I like her as one of the best.”
	Aike nodded, “I can see why.”
	“I like ‘em a little older, easier to fuck,” he smiled and ran his hands up and down the girl’s sides, “reached around” to finger her pussy and become strongly sexually excited.

	Down the hall of the double wide 1960s trailer on a plot of land where a house used to stand alongside the Desert Highway, two boys in their early teen years sat still, mindless.  Cajus brought his friend into the shabby crappy rear room saying, “Wait, it gets better.”
	Henry Droggen and Donny Boltar sat clothed; mouths open, minds blank.  Cajus smiled and stood (stark naked) in front of them, still playing with his pud.  Aike, still clothed but with his penis out, came up and askew of his friend.
	“Stand up.” Cajus said.
	Henry and Donny his best friend stood up.
	“Take off your clothes, all of them.”
	Aike could see their temple adornments flashing yellow as the EMAD-like message was Received.  Then, the green light blinked as the sent message was processed.  Henry and Donny began undressing themselves.
	Aike professed that he was not specifically into boys per se, but he could be swayed.  Cajus, on the other hand, was an equal opportunity molester and enjoyed boys as equal to girls.  He paused a moment while the boys stood up as naked as he.  Slowly did his cock get hard, but before engaging sexually with them—
	“Face each other.”
	Henry and Donny turned to face one another (almost tripping as their clothes were at their ankles.)  The profile was pretty good—for Cajus.  Aike was more mystified at the manner in which the EMAD-like device worked.
	Cajus smiled and winked to his friend, “Watch this.”
	“Hug your friend.”
	The boys hugged (nakedly.)
	Addressing Henry, “You like your friend, you like being naked with him.  You like hugging him while naked.” The flashing yellow light blinked rapidly then the green light flickered before remaining steady-on.  The commands/suggestions were being received, processed, and accepted.
	Cajus continued, “You like kissing your friend (Donny); you like Donny’s tongue in your mouth.” There was a pause as the information needed processing and acceptance before new information could be processed (and accepted.)
	“You like rubbing your hands onto your friend’s ass; you love to be naked with your friend.”  Henry rubbed his hands in small circles onto the bare warm flesh of best friend, Donny.  The boys were up against one another with their puds between them also hard.

	As Aike masturbated his own hard pud, friend Cajus sent more commands to be processed—sending young Henry to his knees.  
	“You like Donny’s cock—you LOVE Donny’s cock.” pause, “You love to feel it, to play with it—to suck it.”
	As the information was received and then accepted, Henry took up his friend’s erection and began playing with it in a masturbatory manner—then he sucked on it.
	“You love the taste of your friend’s cock; you love to suck on it and suck on it every day.”
	“You love to rub your friend’s cock all over your face; you love sucking his balls.”
	Henry engulfed his friend’s cock like a desert treat; Henry had sandy brown hair and a few measly pounds overweight.  He was a little shorter in stance than other boys in his age group, played baseball and soccer but not very well.
	After sucking Donny’s cock he was directed on to kissing Donny’s ass, licking butt hole, and putting hickies on his best friend’s ass.  Then it was back to cocksucking to get Donny’s cum taste.
	“You love the taste of your friend’s cum.”
	Henry sucked on Donny’s pud and received a copious amount of best friend jiz.  Thereafter, the boy licked his best friend’s butt hole and licked it good with a sincere liking to do so—on a fairly regular daily basis!  Along with ball washing, body squashing, and serious fondling.
	Then it was Donny’s turn.
	Aike enjoyed ever minute of it—although he was a professed non-boy lover he was still turned on.  The finale was having Henry butt hump Donny, and in turn—Donny to butt hump Henry.  Both boys were just “friends” and both were very much virginal.  Under admission that was easily obtained during their devirginizing they confessed to avid daily masturbation.  They thought of every girl they knew and saw and wanted to know and see—including girls that they should know or see.  Only Henry had a sister, Donny had two older brothers.  Henry vehemently denied having lustful desires for his sister—Donny likewise.  But that didn’t preclude them from stealing looks at the younger Droggen when she was changing clothes, in her underwear, showering, or even on the toilet.
	After both boys had generously explored the other’s body and filled the mouth and asshole with a generous supply of love cream, the boys were allowed to rest.  Cajus reiterated his commands for them for their new lifestyle—then it was off to further add to their new lifestyle…

	Aike finally stripped off his clothes and followed the boys who followed Cajus back to the first room.  Susannah and Lauren were still present, still mindless.  Cajus went to the shabby closet telling the person within to come out.
	She did so reluctantly; her mind was in turmoil and then went hurling further into turmoil when she saw her the naked boys—one of which was her son.  One of the girls was her daughter, too.
	From within the closet there were others still, two teenage girls and two young pre-teen boys.  Clothed still but one of the boys had peed himself as well as one of the girls.  The attention to them would come soon, the attention foremost was beyond the closet.
	Marlene Droggen, Mother of Henry and Susannah, stood totally blitzed.  An “adjustment” was made to her temple device allowing her to be a little more herself.  She was even more blitzed when the full realization that she was in the presence of her naked son, daughter, and two strange men.
	Cajus stepped up to the bewildered woman, patting her crotch and then her ass.  “It’s gonna get a lot better from here on out!” he smiled.  He then turned his attention to Henry and directed him to his equally manipulated sister.  Susannah faced him and then went to her knees to take his cock and began masturbating it.
	She made no faces, professed that she had never played with it before but HAD seen it.  Both siblings had engaged in the typical “touchy-feely” aspect of being siblings.  That was a given.  But nothing more than that.  Susannah was a virgin and she was only just beginning to find pleasures in pleasuring herself.
	Cajus couldn’t rightly adjust Susannah’s temple device—she was already maxed out in the manipulation department and teetered right on the edge of being “aware.”  Any further dinking with her temple device and she would either become fully aware or go to the extreme of being only able to do anything with verbal input and not on her own.
	The girl’s Mother was livid watching her daughter’s antics—and she was mildly concerned that her son wasn’t doing anything but enjoying it while beside him the naked best friend stood mindlessly masturbating.  But Marlene came to realize that they were controlled—they were all being controlled.  She thought surely, though, there would be some mediocre ability at self-control or some other ability allow/disallowing certain actions.
	Apparently not, though.

	After getting her brother’s dick as hard as possible with her fingers, Susannah put her mouth over the cock and devoured it.  She sucked with a powerfulness suggesting she was well schooled.  She didn’t retch or even make a face!  She made slurping sounds as she worked the cock and soon young Henry was squirting a nice load into his sister’s mouth.
	Susannah did finally make a face as she swallowed the spunk.  
	Henry face-fucked his sister then she was commanded to “get on the bed” which she did.  Henry then went down on her and munched her young virgin cunt for several minutes.  Time enough to get his dick re-hardened.  As he munched, to further blow Marlene’s mind, Cajus had Donny step up and lick out Henry’s ass crack; followed by serious anal probing with tongue and finger and then the BIG finger.
	Marlene’s mind was blown; she stood bouncing her head back and forth blinking her eyes totally losing her mind.  Cajus stood next to her saying “wait, it gets better!” he patted the woman’s crotch then clutched her ass.  Marlene wore nice beige knit pants and a safari vest with flowery light sandy and airy blouse.  Her brownish hair hung loose at her shoulders; dangling earring loops and a few rings in jewelry and she was complete.
	Donny completed his anal task with once more shoving his fuck stick into his best friend’s asshole while the best friend continued cunt munching his own sister.  No one seemed distressed about it save for Henry and Susannah’s Mother.
	And on and on it went—the mind blowing experience for Marlene.
	Donny gave one more valiant glorious spew of teen jiz; the orgasm that prevailed upon him was utterly fantastic causing him to roll his head as if he were possessed.  Gripping his friend’s ass he power sodomized Henry thrusting his cock into the best friend’s hole with repeated and exceedingly increasingly momentum.
	Henry’s mouth had fully engulfed his sister’s cunt, a finger was up her asshole and occasionally he reached under himself to find his cock and give it a tug.  His mindset, though, was to eat out his sister and do nothing more until a new set of commands were given.  Barely was he aware that he was being humped—yea, his ass(hole) was being torn up (not literally.)
	The cum blast from Donny’s cock was massive.  The thrusting was even more so.  The boy gave a mighty powerful thrust inward; his hands holding onto his friend’s hips left a mighty impression for some time.  Donny at that time with his emotions exceeding all limits was fully aware of what was happening.  He didn’t know HOW it was happening or even why only that it was.
	And there still wasn’t squat one he could do about it.

	But wait!  There’s more!
	After Donny fell away massaging his amazing cum squirter in some agony but strange relief that was an orgasm he never knew he could experience and probably would never experience it again, young Lauren came to put her face to Henry’s cum soaked hole.
	Marlene was just about to lose it.  Her eyes bulged wide, “Oh my God!” she exclaimed shaking her head.  “Please don’t make her do that!”
	Cajus had the youngster stop, “You take her place?”
	Marlene was prepared for that but as a woman and a mother she couldn’t bare to see the eight year old rim job her son.  She nodded her head reluctantly and went to the job of rim jobbing her son.  Cajus couldn’t be more pleased.
	Lauren sucked on Aike’s cock in the meantime.
	Henry had had enough of cunnilingus on his sister and it was time…
	This didn’t sit well with his Mom but she had cleaned her son’s hole and was highly grossed out and sickened.  While she sat on her knees behind him she retched and very nearly hurled.
	Aike worked Lauren’s head back and forth on his cock, smiling and reeling in the narly deed being done.  On the bed, Henry was making vaginal entry into his sister while their Mother was on her knees behind them watching.  From the closet the others “collected” watched, too.

	There were two fans cooling the bedroom and an open window receiving a generous breeze from the ocean side.  The Collected continued to engage in various stages of immorality for to please their Collector.
	Henry Droggen had pleased his Collector by successfully screwing his very own sister.  It took awhile and little ten year old Susannah was very much aware of her status—but it was too confusing for her to comprehend with her being naked, not in her bedroom, her brother naked, his best friend naked, and two strangers also naked—it was a bit much to comprehend so regardless of her being “aware” and not under the direct influence of the temple device she was controllable.
	Henry, too, was “aware.”  He was aware that he had just fucked his sister.  He didn’t produce a great quantity of cum but there was some.  There, too, was blood coating his cock and his sister’s cunt he had just fucked and broken in.  He was tossed a pair of panties (hers) and was told to wipe her down, plus himself.
	Then, it was Donny’s turn.

	Henry went to his Mom; both were “aware” but the over abundance of visual input of horror tripped up their ability to resist.  The Collector whispered to Henry, “take off her clothes.” And while Henry began undressing his very own Mom, best friend Donny put his mouth to Susannah’s cunt.
	Marlene was about to go ballistic with rage but somehow—she just couldn’t manage it.  She seethed, shook, and glared at Donny—but she knew it wasn’t Donny acting on his own.  And actually, while she seethed watching Donny perform orally on Susannah she didn’t pay attention to son Henry stripping her down—not until he was tugging down her panties.
	Once more she went into seething overload watching in disbelief as her son went thru the motions of undressing her and she herself was letting him!  She stepped out of her clothes and then was even more confounded when she found herself going to her knees after the horrid naked man beside her told her to do so.
	Aike smiled big as he watched the woman start sucking on her son’s cock.  He himself was on his knees clutching little Lauren to his nakedness; his hand went up all over the girl’s body with his eyes looking past the action on the bed and the action between Mother and Son; standing outside the closet were controlled Jessica Martin and Marissa Bartell.  They were sixteen and fifteen respectively.  With them, too, were Jason Karney and Scott Gibb, ten and eleven years young.  Bonnie Krist was sitting against the wall with her brown eyes focused on the action of the woman sucking off her son.  She was a pleasing thirteen.
	Marlene sucked her son and sucked her son and sucked her son until both she and son were exhausted and she popped her head back gasping for breath; son Henry stumbled back some on wobbly legs.  On the bed, Donny had successfully fucked his best friend’s sister.
	Aike came to get a healthy blow from Marlene, she tried to resist but ultimately sank her mouth down onto the man’s cock and gagged some as she did so.  She masturbated him, fondled his balls and sucked him until he blew spew DEEP into her throat causing her to seriously gag and retch with so much force that she spewed spunk thru her nose.
	“Get on the bed.”
	“Oh God!” exclaimed Marlene.  She knew what was next and deeply tried to resist.  It was then she found out why she didn’t want to resist—a brilliant bright light exploded in her mind blinding her.  That was followed by severe tingling sensations that weren’t pleasant.

	That little event was only temporary, “But I can make it last a lot longer.” cooed Cajus to the woman; plus, there’s her family who wouldn’t like the (mis)treatment, either.  “And I’ll do it, too.” he added.  Of that, Marlene had no doubt.
	So, from there on in, no matter what—no matter how horrid, no matter how vile or disturbing, Marlene would be submissive.  She moved to the bed and as she stared up to the crappy green flowery wallpapered ceiling counting the times the ceiling fan made its rotations, son Henry licked out her pussy.  When the boy was done with that after a few minutes he moved up to glide his cock up and down the entrance that had bore him.  Then he sunk his sensitive cock into her sex and began to pump.
	While he pumped, Cajus took a belt and lashed the boy’s ass.
	Aike grinned and seriously worked his fingers into Lauren’s pussy.
	There was more-much more to come; it was only the beginning.