August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 32
And the Saga Continues
More Acts of Evil

Because I can
	Logan McLakluster, fifteen, wanted to bump Amanda Goosebump.
	Salix wanted to bump her, too!  She was pretty, blond, not overly redneck, and possibly already not a virgin.  She had poise and a city girl persona.  A little stuck up at times but likeable just the same.  And most likely not a virgin.
	Salix had a few projects around his place; removing a tree stump, hauling off some old junk, fixing up a truck for re-sale, and this sort and that.  Logan was a helpful helper—‘specially when there was money involved.  Removing the stump and hauling junk off was worth a few dollars; fixing up an old truck for re-sale was split between the two.
	And Pung Je Woo was still with Salix.  He hadn’t worn out his welcome, he wasn’t a pest, didn’t eat him out of house and home, but he wasn’t “moving” on as he should.  He didn’t talk much and often times had a long-long look at the skies above him.  So far to note, neither he or Salix were “pregnant.”
	For a woman to be pregnant was one thing; for a guy to be anal pregnant—OUCH!  The images of the men in the alien-slug rape/birthing room still remained deeply entrenched in Salix’s mind.  It wasn’t a pleasant experience—so, he busied himself with those pesky projects on his lot.
	Logan was a big help; he wasn’t a bother, clumsy, overly talkative, or a bungler.  When a job was done they often made for the nearby creek to have a “sip” of the ‘shine.  Usually and Logan was more into domestic brews (with a sip of something stronger like Jack Daniels or Southern Comfort.)
	Salix needn’t pry into the boy’s mind wondering if he would like to “put it to” Amanda Goosebump.  There were not a lot of prospects in their redneck neck of the woods; some younger girls, some too young, some young adults.  And of that lot most were sassy, too redneck in their persona and demeanor, mouthy, and not probable to be virginal!
	Amanda had been transplanted from northern Georgia, Marietta to be exact.  She was still “southern”, a little redneck, a little snobbish, too.  She came from a good family but had fallen on hard-times after a stock market fiasco and other real estate ventures gone bad.  A likable girl, Amanda made friends and was sought after by several boys in the community.
	Logan was one.
	He was a typical boy but not overly “redneck.”  Not into riding lawnmowers across a mad wallow, lunching himself into the air via a car’s emergency air bag, or a dozen-dozen other interesting entertainment—usually involving mud and beer.
	Some of the redneck games to note:
	Toilet seat tossing; a finer form of horseshoes.
	Bobbing for pig totters; only a true southern redneck knows what “trotters” are.  I put them up alongside haggis any day, along with any southern fried roadkill.
	Seed spitting—watermelon seeds.  Some seeds can be launched 68ft!
	Mud pit belly flop.  I’ve done a swimming pool flop but I think the rednecks win this one.
	Arm Pit serenade.  Ah, my favorite!  Nothing says class like hearing Mozart from some bandy-legged hairy pitted deep fried southern redneck.
	Of course, there, too, the Big Hair, the longest beard, wet-tee shirt, longest mullet, most teeth, longest burp, stinkiest breathe, are among some of the lesser “games” and contests.
	Not everyone who lives in trailer parks (or the general vicinity of one) are long haired, roadkill eatin’, moonshine drinkin’, mud lovin’, pig lovin’ (non sexual—unless yer one of them rattlers over in Bovine County…) is a bonefide redneck.  Logan and Amanda were one such “un-redneck” along with Salix.  It wasn’t to say they didn’t like to watch, though.
	Anyways, Salix learned that Logan more than anything wanted to “bump” Amanda.  “Bump” was a colloquial term for “fuck.”  Logan had already had some sexual experience—not including his hand.  And regardless of Logan’s appearance as a downhome clean-cut fellow; church goer, average student at school, average sports player, he had a dark side.  Not “evil” but one of those who sought opportunities and took advantage of narly situations.
	Like,
	Melody Christeen.  The perky blond haired girl had taken a spill into the Chagnooga Creek that was rushing madly thru the land and Logan dove in after her.  Both were taking some city folks for a horsey ride thru the woods.  The trail was too close to the raging creek and before Melody and Logan decided to skirt the trail and make for safety the trail gave way and it was an early bath for Melody.
	Logan dove in managing to grab the girl’s shirt collar; thereafter it was a scramble to stay afloat and alive.  The water was cold and churning madly thrusting both teens to the bottom of the creek smashing them against rocks and logs.  This resulted in Melody losing consciousness.
	Finally, though, a couple of miles down the “river” and Logan smashed up against a large debris laden boulder—with Melody clutched tightly against him.
	For a time and Logan’s senses were dislodged.  The water was cold and his fright level was still off the scale.  He held tenaciously to the boulder while keeping the unconscious Melody tightly to him.  After catching his breath and some of his wits and managed to move the girl up onto the boulder and logged log debris.  While doing so—well, he grabbed her between her legs firstly (and didn’t realize it.)  Then, while pushing her up further onto the rock his hand was firmly on her ass.
	Managing to haul himself up onto the boulder was another feat causing great exhaustion.  Wearing full clothes, jeans especially, was formidable foe when bogged down with water.  Out of breath and close to unconsciousness himself, Logan lay heaving on the boulder awaiting rescue—or permanent sleep whichever came first.
	How much time passed he didn’t know.  At length, though, he came around, got his breath, and assessed his situation.  Not good—on a boulder, churning river all around, and the closest bank was over 20 ft. away.  The water was cold (and deep.)  There was no way he was going back into the river; with or without Melody.  The girl was still unconscious; she was still breathing, so that was good.
	Slowly and taking some risk he once more put his fingers between her legs.
	She wore jeans and they were soaked so apt fingering in hopes of getting a sexual rise was nil.  But still he did it conjuring up images of the girl in her swimsuit he had seen her in recently.  Very-very muchly did he then want to bump her.  Very muchly.  Looking around for security’s sake he undone Melody’s pants.
	A long-long minute was taken before unzipping and opening the flaps.
	Lavender colored panties greeted him.
	Another look around and straining to listen for helicopters he pushed down the girl’s pants.  Wet pants were a pain.  One of her boots had been sucked off by the creek.  It was then that Logan realized that both his boots were missing.
	“FUCK!” he bitched aloud; those was fifty dollar boots!
	With Melody’s pants down he moved into position between her legs just staring at her.  Seeing her in her neon green two piece swim suit was one thing—seeing her in her lavender full brief panties was something else altogether.   She was fifteen; nice round breasts, usually wore her blond hair in twin braids along with full spread out hair that was to mid back.  Those eyes!  She had the most incredible blue eyes!
	Very slowly he began tugging down her panties.
	He wasn’t an expert on sex and couldn’t tell the difference between a “slut” and a casual fucker.  She had a nice muffin, though; her cunt hair was neatly trimmed and her pussy—her pussy was grand!
	And oh so inviting!

	Another security check and Logan awkwardly had his own wet pants down grinding his cock against Melody’s “inviting” pussy.  There’s “awkward” and then there’s clumsy—Logan was both as he tried to slip his dick into the unconscious teen.  He had to work her pants and panties off and that was awkward.  Then he had to remount and re-attempt penetration—and that was clumsy.  They were still on the boulder, the creek crashing logs and debris all around them, the water was cold—damn cold and was that a throp-throp-throp of a helicopter?
	No, just the river.
	A little fingering of Melody’s pussy helped get her juices flowing as well as strengthen Logan’s cock.  But still, the angle of the dangle, the cold seeping into his body, and maybe a moral fiber? prevented Logan from bumping Melody.  Dire determination, though, gave him another try and—success!
	His arm muscles strained as he lay prone on the girl and the boulder.  His cock moved snugly in the girl’s cunny.  The act could have been in a better place for sure; on the ground, in his bedroom, backseat of a car, someplace other than a boulder in the middle of a raging creek!
	Although his cock was dramatically hard, achieving the ultimate goal of orgasm was less successful.  Still, though, he bumped the girl to his heart’s content—or cock’s content.  Pulling out he humped her pussy and lay on her exhausted.  Every fiber of his being was on fire.  He had the chills and—and—shit!
	Thop—throp—throp
	A helicopter!

	Luckily, before the rescue helicopter came on scene Logan was able to pull up Melody’s panties and pants.  Unfortunately, whilst pulling up his own pants he slipped off the boulder and back into the raging creek.  Floundering for his life he came to be pinned up under the bankside some hundred yards from the boulder.  A rescue officer from the sheriff’s department came down to collect Melody.
	Logan was too cold and beat up to call out so his rescue didn’t happen.
	What happened, though, was more of that dire determination.  He determined not to drown in the creek AND determined that he WOULD bump Melody straight on in a better locale.  Minutes after Melody was rescued and Logan thrusted himself out from the bank and back into the creek.  Grabbing a log he clung to it with all his might (and dire determination) and crashed into a large debris clog at a small 2-lane bridge.  The bridge was about to give way.  Logan felt the surge of the creek tugging at him to pull him under.  He knew that if that happened—he was a goner.  On the other side of the bridge and the creek dropped down a hundred feet.  With the surging of the creek?  He’d never see daylight.
	He saw flashing lights of rescue trucks and possibly sheriff’s department.
	That was the last thing he knew and saw.
	Nextly and he awakened in—not Heaven—but in a nice warm bed.
	He was groggy and very confused.
	Sitting in a chair beside him was Melody.
	He was in a hospital room; warm sunlight was streaming thru the window.
	Outside and birds chirped, children were at play, and all was right with the world—or Logan’s little part in it.  Melody smiled at him—those eyes!  Those eyes shined at him.  She hugged him and pecked him a kiss on the check.  Although she had been rescued by the rescue copter it was Logan who had done so initially.
	Regardless, she didn’t give him sex.
	Nope, not even a handjob!
	‘maybe we can rectify that!’ thought thoughtfully Salix.

	Amanda.
	Long blond hair, a shapely bod, a “city” girl who did not overly care for the “wild life” of the country life.  But she had adapted.  It was a conquest to be better if just by a little bit than those around her.  An “A” student helped her gain friends.  Her appearance helped her keep those friends.
	And she was a bit of a weirdo in that she like the spooky side of life.
	Suspense was one thing but creepy was something else.  She didn’t out and out believe in ghosts or spooks but there was something to be said about the dark side of life; unnatural things, a parallel universe, goblins (but not ghosts or spooks!) and so on and so forth.
	Amanda liked the classics, Homer to Shakespeare; some classic music, Mozart to Wagner.  But give her a creepy séance, strange happenings unexplainable, and unnatural acts (also unexplainable) and she was all on board.
	The girl thought Leatherface and his bloodthirsty clan in the Chainsaw series was hilarious!  The Saw series was “funny” to her; anything creepy, grotesque, horrifying to the masses—Amanda Goosebumps found it humorous.
	One evening while the festival of redneck games commenced, Amanda and several others struck off to explore The Drop-Off.  The “Drop-off” was where a crazed bus driver drove his bus full of students off the end of a cliff.  This after getting lost from an outing from a nearby city to the magnificent woods of Georgia.
	And, oh, passing by a graveyard—at night—and did I mention on Halloween?  The bus went over (and down) the cliff which dropped two hundred feet to a watery grave that was also two hundred feet.  The cliff was part of an abandoned mine—abandoned supposedly due to horrific accidents; mining equipment was supposedly haunted and would come on and off at will.

	Amanda thrived on the local horror and was not afraid to go venturing—right up to the edge of the Drop-Off.  Others in tow were sheepish but willing to show that they were not afraid.  Melody Christeen was one such follower, Lucy Barns, Holly Koll, and Kevin Lockneed were others.  Kevin’s sister, Annie, was along for the spooky trek, too.  She was one who was “normal” and regarded spooky and creepy things as real and that they should be left alone.
	Fourteen year old Kevin and his sister were kind of in some kind of trouble with their single mother.  True, living in certain parts of the South and certain unnatural things were a natural happenstance.  We’re talkin’ sex.  Usually and it was understood that sex between COUSINS were perfectly acceptable.  And in some regions of the South, mostly in the backwoods and mountain areas, sex between siblings was also acceptable.
	Sex between Kevin and his sister was NOT acceptable according to their mother.  She walked in on them whilst they were having sex and nearly lost her mind.  For a moment or two she couldn’t breathe.  Annie, twelve, was ON TOP of her brother and they were deeply embroiled in the fine art of fucking.
	But at least the boy had a condom on!
	The imagery was fantastic—the haggard waitress coming home early finding her children, naked, with her daughter on top of her son and his wrapped weenie shoving in and out of Annie’s cunt; the boy’s hands clamped tightly on his sister’s ass.  It almost gave the kids’ mother a heart attack!
	After she had collected herself she grabbed up a belt and commenced to wailing on the naked pair—mostly her naked son. When the beating was done she yelled at them—luckily no neighbors were close enough to hear (or see).
	When Doris took a breath,
	“What the fuck, Mom?” said a cringing crying Kevin, “You’d rather we be doing drugs?”
	Good point.
	Moonshine, dropping shots of whiskey, smoking marijuana, finer drugs like cocaine, LSD, or huffing were other forms popular in the trailer park area.  So far as note, neither Kevin or Annie were into that shit.
	Doris ended her rant with “I don’t want to ever catch you two doing that again!”
	So she didn’t catch them—they still did it, though.
	And Logan wanted to fuck Annie, too!
	And Lucy.  And Holly.  And Krista.
	‘And Krista’s sister?’ Salix wanted to know as he had seen Logan’s eye staring at the pretty six year old a time or two—‘specially when she was clad merely in a two-piece swim suit—or less!!
	Kevin had the same notions about the above mentioned girls.
	Salix smiled inwardly to himself—this “spooky” adventure could be interesting!  He had the same notions!  Morals?  Nah, never heard of him.

*

A funny thing happened on my way to the Slime Pit	
	Just what made school bus driver, Adrian Allyson Mastercater go mad and take his bus with students onboard thru the creepy oh-so creepy graveyard and plunge over the cliff into a watery depth of death?  No one knew—probably his name.  The bus, the driver, and all those unfortunate students were still in the watery depth of death—the bus went down 200 feet to the water then sank 200 more feet to the bottom of the quarry.
	Once in a while, usually way after dark, and if you happened to be in the graveyard at the time—one could see a school bus hauling ass towards the abandoned watery mine pit.  Especially on Halloween night!  Which at this poignant time this story takes place.  (kind of convenient doncha think?)
	“Who wants to go skinny dipping!?” asked up Logan.  He was so-so kidding and not overly encouraging.
	Silence.
	Then,
	“Where?” asked Amanda curiously.
	“The Pond.” Logan replied factly and with a shrug and a devil-may-care attitude.  “The Pond” had gone thru many-many names over the years; Drucilla’s Pond, Frost Pond, The Slime Pit, Quince’s Pond, Death Pond.  Finally, the locals just referred to the unfortunate watery place as simply “The Pond.”
	Drucilla had been a known witch back in the day, the day circa 1679.
	Whether she was or not was not overly known, but to the locals of the nearby township she was, in fact, a witch.  With crops dying, no rain, little water resources, strange illness, adultery and child molestation, all were attributed to Drucilla.  The towns people had had enough and came confronting the solitary woman.  There was no trial.  The angry mob became a burn-the-witch mob.  Lashed to a pole she was set ablaze.  No, correction, the wood at her feet was set ablaze of which burned her bindings sufficiently that she was able to flee.
	Unfortunately, the singed woman ran into the woods and plunged into the pond no one knew existed.  The water was a source of bounty for the townsfolk.  Not so much for the one who found it.  She was never seen again.  Every so often, though, of course—if one should be in the woods surrounding the pond, one could see a ghostly figure walking thru the woods.  No, correction, running thru the woods apparently on fire!

	Actually, Amanda was game.
	And strangely, so was Melody.
	Lucy?  Not so much.  “No way—no how.” was her mentality.
	Holly and Annie were also “No way—no how.”
	Krista was onboard to go—if everyone else was.
	Kevin, the only other boy of the group, was a ready-to-go regardless if anyone else went or not.  Being that Halloween was right on the verge of Fall and Fall in most parts of the country spelled “cold weather.”  The days were not so bad but the nights got downright chilly.  Kevin, however, was running a high temperature and needed cooling off in the Pond.
	(the boy wasn’t sick with illness but thriving with pent up hormones.)
	“Maybe we’ll see her.” said Amanda.
	No one of the group present had actually really seen Drucilla.

	It wasn’t to say that no one of the group was opposed to swimming naked; most had and—AND—had done so in mixed company.  But most those times the swimming naked was in warmer weather and in more sublime locations rather than a spooky pond on the verge of Fall.
	The thing with The Pond, though, other than being creepy, was that it was warm.  The water of Drucilla’s Pond was warm.  Legend said it was the old witch herself casting a spell from the Nether Region of which was resting.  Others suggested a more scientific supposition—natural underground springs heated by the earth’s magma.
	Either way, the Pond was warm throughout the year.
	No one seemed to be in a big hurry to get to the Pond and less enthusiastic about stripping down and embarking on a non-traditional Halloween rite.  Logan and Amanda exchanged glances with Amanda conveying ‘you’re idea, you go first.’
	“I don’t want to be the only one.” Logan scoffed as he began slipping off his shoes.
	“If you do—I will.” Returned Amanda.
	“Me, too.” Melody announced.
	Kevin began stripping down and was actually the first one to be as the day he was born.  And minutes after ten o’clock curfew he barrel jumping into the very nice warm pond.
	Logan followed with Melody and Lucy doing same.
	Amanda stood clad in her bra and panties.  She generally always had a serious face; a face of contemplation.  Holly and Annie, along with Krista, were holding out—but with the others already in and apparently enjoying themselves they undressed and dove in leaving Amanda to stand alone.
	Finally, though, the girl ditched her clothes and glided into the 80 degree water.  It was truly a “creepy” situation as there came to be mysterious forces (of the unnatural kind) wafting up from the steamy waters motivating the group to narly naughty shenanigans.
	After swimming about the creepy pond with a murky history, Amanda made her way back to the shore.  In the moonlight her naked body glistened.  She was fifteen and had a pleasing body highly sought after by many-many potential boy suitors (and perverts alike.)
	She made no attempt at dressing.  Instead, she lay out on the shore as if it were broad day fully exposing herself.  Lightly and she began fingering herself.  All eyes were upon her.  Steam drifted up aimlessly from the very-very warm waters.  A raven somewhere in the creepy forest CAW-CAWED loudly.
	Slowly did Logan move towards the girl.  The others watched.
	Amanda opened her legs more and frigged her love box more, too.
	Logan came out of the water with a boner to beat all!  The moonlight full fully fixed upon the boy’s naked ass revealed to all his dangling nads (and hard-hard hard-on.)  Of course, ALL those who were gazing upon Logan’s ass had seen a boy’s ass—and dangling naughty bits.  But it was different this time.
	With expert precision the boy with the hard-hard hard-on glided effortlessly onto the naked damsel; and with equal expertise glided his smoldering schlong into the damsel’s snatch.  It was a perfect fit!  Logan moved into Amanda’s cunt with precise control.  Amanda wrapped her legs about her lover’s lean body, clutching him, undulating, enjoying the extraordinary fuck.
	“Jesus!” blurted Kevin.  His cock, too, was hard-hard-hardest.
	Melody made her way slowly out of the water.  She laid out on the warm sand just a few feet from where Amanda and Logan were engaging.  Melody had very blond hair, very blue eyes, and a virgin twat.  She lay with her legs spread, fingering herself, eyes glued to the handsome boy who had rescued her.
	Two minutes in and Logan began stepping up his pumping action.  He lay on the girl fully driving his tongue into her mouth, mawing her breasts, moving only his hips.  Amanda groaned, moaned, and wrapped herself into the boy all the more.
	The only other boy, Kevin, slowly-slowly-slowly made his way out of the water coming up onto Melody.  He was enamored with Melody, but then again—any girl who was naked had his attention.
	Melody didn’t seem opposed to Kevin’s climbing on top of her.  She also wasn’t halting when the somewhat handsome lad began slipping his boner into her quim—her virgin quim.  Kevin’s eyes shined.  There was pure lust in his eyes; along with admiration.  He mounted and aptly applied sufficient pressure to breech the virgin cunny.  

	“Holy shit!” exclaimed Holly; which was for Holly, a very uncharacteristic of the girl’s usually calm non-cussing demeanor.  Her friend, Annie, was also out of character as she was friggin’ herself—and doing so furiously!  So furiously that she struck a nerve.  There was severe “want” in the young girl; her eyes were locked onto her cousin’s ass, Kevin.  She also watched tentatively Logan’s ass pumping.
	Lucy, too, was friggin’ herself and having wanton thoughts of the sexual kind.  She was not a virgin (but not a slut, either!)  When Logan finally got his nuts off Lucy’s eyes were all focused solid on the boy’s dong as it pulled out of Amanda’s cunt.  Strangely and Lucy felt the urge to SUCK that cock!
	And inasmuch as Lucy wanted to suck Logan’s cock just out of Amanda’s cunt—Krista wanted to suck not cock but Amanda’s cunt!
	Jesus!
	As Kevin got into Melody’s groove and lost his mind while doing so; Logan lay off on his backside totally immersed in the joy of fucking.  Amanda frigged her sopping wet cum laden cunt unawares of Lucy and Krista in her personal space.  Lucy went to Logan’s steaming schlong and began sucking it.  Krista moved up and devoured Amanda’s cum strewn cunt.
	Holly and Annie blinked their eyes, mouths wide-wide open, pussies tingling, minds frapped.  They moved closer to the shore whereas they could stand and watched as Kevin furiously stepped up the program that was fucking.  Melody’s legs and arms flailed about and she was a little vocal about getting laid, too.  Most of the teen’s words were unintelligible and for a time it seemed as if though she were having a Pentecostal experience!
	Logan floundered on the ground as Lucy sucked his cock.  She could “taste” Amanda’s pussy!  She sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked some more!  Fondling Logan’s balls, sucking his dick, and Logan McLakluster’s cock erupted a torrent of fresh ball juice into Lucy’s mouth.  The release was so dramatic that the boy nearly passed out!  Lucy choked a little on the spew spewing into her mouth, she gagged and involuntarily retched—but otherwise she continued sucking his cock until the last.
	Then she moved up to squash his beef stick with her sopping wet cunny!
	Then there was Krista.
	Holly and Annie were absolutely mesmerized by Krista’s actions—sucking Amanda’s cummy cunt!  The girls were aware of what “gay” was, guys on guys but were a little unawares about what gay girls did.  They were getting an education not taught in ordinary schooling.
	Kevin got his nut; pulling out he lay his smoldering fuck stick on Melody’s cunt then rested on her.  Steam wafted up from their bodies.  The boy suckled on Melody’s mounds and his hips still somewhat pumped.
	Lucy moved up on Logan (this after squashing his beef) settling her own sopping wet cunny onto his face.  The boy wasted no time and quickly began tonguing out the fifteen year old cheerleader’s cunt.  Lots more moaning began; Lucy’s perky ski-slope titties “perked up”.  Logan fondled them and got righteously hard (again.)
	This prompted Holly to move up and slide her aching cunt down onto Logan’s aching cock.  Holly, too, was a virgin.  Was.  She braced for the destruction of her cunny’s membrane—there was a slight sharpness to the breech but that was all.  Clenching herself she began to move up and down the shaft.  Logan made an effort to pump and did so.  Lucy turned about to face Holly.  She smiled asking “How do you like it?”
	Holly was unable to respond.
	Logan’s tongue lashing was fantastic!  His nose gouged her asshole, too!
	Holly clenched herself all the more as new feelings she had never before experience flooded her very being.  Lucy cupped and then began fondling the girl’s smallish pre-teen breasts.  Then she leaned in to the girl and kissed her.  She did!  And a lip lock followed with Frenching the name of the game!
	Not to be left out, Annie moved on land settling on the nearly exhausted Kevin.  They were cousins and so naturally being from redneck families they had seen one another naked many-many times.  They also had played a little “touchy-feely”.  No oral, no anal, nothing.
	Sliding down onto Kevin’s cock and Kevin’s eyes exploded.
	Annie giggled!
	She had frigged herself many-many times.  Many.  But the actual invasion of a guy’s dong was da bomb!  Gripping her ass and Kevin began pumping.  Annie moaned and laid herself down on the heaving sweaty boy.  The fuck was on.

	Shortly before Midnight and the gang made their way thru the woods making their way to their homes—after walking NAKED thru the ultra creepy graveyard.  They dressed thereafter and then hurriedly hurried to their homes.  It was Halloween Night and curfews had been lifted; there were parties everywhere and no one of the group was in any sort of trouble.
	Logan had fucked Lucy—this after she had fucked him!  His cock, too, had barreled into Holly, Annie, and Krista, and Amanda.  Missing from the fuck fest was Melody.  He hadn’t gotten to fuck Melody!  By the time it WAS Melody’s turn—his cock was worn out and the hour was very late.
	Another time.
	He had blew loads of spunk into the various girls; pussy and mouth.  No anal.  That was for another time, too.  A vow was made to butt fuck each girl before anything else.  But that was for another time.
	Kevin had enjoyed screwing his cousin—finally!  Sliding his cock into Holly, Krista, Amanda—wowzers!  And although a young teen he could only have so much stamina.  He didn’t know much about “butt fucking” but was curious enough to make it a go.  Of course, time had run out and those unnatural delights would have to wait.
	As the group dressed just inside the gates of the graveyard they somewhat came around to being themselves.  That is to say, they realized that what had happened at the Pond was something out of their control.  It wasn’t natural, normal, for them to shuck their morals as easily as they had shucked their clothes.
	The group, though, didn’t make a big deal of it.  The only worry for the girls was the lack of protection.  The boys had spewed a lot of spunk.  A lot of spunk.  Logan couldn’t believe he hadn’t gotten into Melody to spew his spunk.  Amanda had taken up most of his energy.  Engaging with Lucy?  Wowzers!  He had heard of the term “snappin’ pussy” and deemed that Lucy had such.  
	Holly and Annie.  Tsk-tsk-tsk.  They were twelve and far from thirteen.   There were many-many girls who even YOUNGER that Logan wanted to fuck.  Badly.  Those girls were ten years young but not much younger.  One girl had his heart strings—er, cock, she was eight.  Eight!  Holly and Annie were twelve years young and that was bad enough.  Tanya Miskusk was eight!  Eight!  But he had seen the child—the child! clad in her panties running amok outside in her backyard with her brothers in the sprinkler.
	Logan had fondly fondled himself having outrageous thoughts of the naughty kind concerning Tanya.  Would he fuck her?  Nah, just rub his dong all over her—face, pussy, ass, whatever.  He wanted to get off in her mouth.  Lick out her pussy, finger her pussy, and jack off onto her pussy.  That was ok, nothing wrong with that so long as he didn’t enter her there.
	Some rhetoric had it that if a girl was old enough to bleed than she was old enough.  Logan wasn’t quite sure what that meant or even inferred to.  Whether or not Holly and Annie had had their periods or not he did know—nor did he care.  He for sure never thought that he would get his dick into their bodies let alone see them naked.
	Once home he laid out on his bed, naked, fondling himself thinking of Amanda.  He had fucked Amanda!  But he hadn’t fucked Melody!  But he HAD fucked Holly and Annie!  Had there been time, had his cock not been so worn out, he was pretty sure that Melody would have been receptive to his moving in on her.
	Her pussy, mouth, asshole—he wanted to see his cream drizzling out of those orifices and how!  Strangely he wanted to spank her, too!  He wanted to see her peeing, hear her fart, and “assume” the doggie-style position.  Next time.
	Although his cock was in extreme ache he masturbated thinking of Melody.

*

Going down (on the farm)
	Although hauling moonshine was profitable, and fun, it was also illegal and dangerous.  More than once had the local sheriff’s department flunkies as well as the Federals; G-men and T-men (Government Law Officials (US) and Treasury Department Officials (US)) busted Salix for hauling jugs of White Lightning aka “moonshine.”  He served a little time for each offense, confiscated his moonshine ass hauling ride, and gave him a fine he would never be able to pay off in his lifetime.
	But the thrill of the chase kept him at it.  He got crafty in his business that was illegal as a moonrunner had customers who were plenty thirsty and were willing to fund said moonrunner to get their thirst quenched.  Funds were one things, acquiring the right ride, fixing it up with motor and ability to haul ass as well as carry the illegal hooch was another.  It took time.
	In the meantime, Salix (still pronounced “Salis”) worked so-so on a neighboring farm as a farmhand.  It was legal and paid just enough to keep him in beer, cheese, bologna, crackers, and macaroni & cheese.  The stables of Salix Koronova.
	On Suckurmom’s Farm there was a girl.  She was cute, short blond hair that changed styles about every week.  Flat chested but a nice butt.  She was friendly, nice, talked to the animals (and claimed that they talked back!)  Salix had thoughts of the naughty kind about her—and equipped with newly installed alien powers…
	However, before that—he was privy to something else just as naughty.
	Fern’s cousin, from a neighboring farm, often visited and accompanied Salix on his farmhand rounds.  Cody was a nice lad, thick dark brown hair, usually barefoot, usually in bib overalls, and usually with a smile on his handsome boyish ten year old face.
	Salix had a notion about Fern and Cody—they were in a redneck environment and were more than close friends and/or cousins.  They often disappeared; in the barn or other out buildings or somewhere else on the farm.  For a time and Salix didn’t care; he cared enough to make sure that they were alright out of concern.  Other than that, as long as he could hear them or see them where they disappeared then he was apt to leave them alone and let them be kids.
	After a time, however, he got curios.
	He found them in the barn, way in the back behind a stack of stacked hay bales.  Here and the two were engaging in “touchy-feely.”  Both had their typical overalls down, along with their underwear.  Fern had her frilly laced tee-shirt on to put her apart from being a boy; Cody had no shirt.

	Cody did, though, have a hard-on.  It wasn’t tremendous, he was ten!  But it was hard (and getting harder with Fern’s fingers wrapped about it.)  Fern was all a giggle with a broad grin.  Cody had a grin himself that was wider than all outdoors.  In turn, for his part in the touchy-feely, he fingered Fern’s slit.
	‘turn around.’ Non-electronically minded the spying Salix.
	Fern paused a moment and got all serious.  Then, cocking her head, she suddenly brightened and “turned around” presenting her bare ass.  Then, without much goading from the unseen Salix, Cody rubbed his hard hard-on against the girl’s presented butt.
	He liked.  A lot!
	That was followed by,
	‘go to your knees—KISS her butt hole!’
	There was hesitation on the boy’s part; he made a face as his mind digested what was minded to him.  Then he followed thru and KISSED Fern’s butt hole!  He did!  And on further mind connection the boy licked the girl’s hole before standing up and receiving his first blow job!
	Fern wasn’t too opposed to sucking dick; she was already curious.  She sucked the lad’s hairless nads and then—then (as per mind command) laid out on the strewn hay, legs open, pussy inviting.  To say the least and was Cody perplexed.  He needed a lot of coaxing—and schooling.
	‘go down on her’ was met with a lot of “Huh?”
	The boy did, though, finally “go down”; he licked and lapped Fern’s pussy as if it were a delicious ice cream!  And it sort of is.  After much licking and it was time for the fucking.  Although the lad hadn’t much a clue about going down on a girl he DID have some knowledge of fucking.
	He was clumsy at it but he knew it.
	Salix was more than enthralled when the boy finally got his dinkie sliding in and out of the girl’s cunny.  He stroked his own and marveled at how he was able to be right there with the kids and they were not aware of his presence!  He caressed Cody’s ass as he pumped and got Fern’s fingers working his gherkin.
	The boy wasn’t a cummer but he enjoyed the sensation of orgasm just the same.  Fern wasn’t a finger banger—but that was going to change.  Being fucked by Cody’s dinky was “ok”—getting laid by Salix’s man dong was a mind altering body shimmering experience she straddled the fence about.  It was good—but painful; it was a wonderful tingling experience that also left her a little sore.
	Salix marveled at his new abilities.  He was able to mind dink with Fern and Cody so that they would “willingly” engage sexually with one another as well as with himself.  This, of course, paved the way for him to seek out others.

Oooh-weee!
	It wasn’t enough observing thirteen year old Krissy Beeseven engaging immorally with eight year old Jacky Sevensea.  It wasn’t enough observing slyly the thirteen year old teaching hands on sex ed to Jackie and her six year old step-sister, Karin.  It was, however, enough to observe same thirteen year old engaging immorally with her dog.
	Her dog?  OH!
	Krissy Beeseven, thirteen, was a babysitter—and so much more!  At thirteen the junior high softball star pitcher had a decent body; nice round teenage titties, a nice-nice ass, friendly, preferred jeans and pants to skirts and dresses, was a bit of a tomboy, and had a naughty side—an oh-oh-OH so naughty side.
	An eight year old boy, Jack (Jacky), was her favorite boy toy.  There were other boys, some younger, some a little older, but it was Jacky who was her favorite.  They often went into the woods to climb rocks and trees—and then get naked and fuck.
	It began innocently with the youngster in need of “communing with nature” and knowing he was too old to piss in his pants.  The zipper to his jeans was stuck and in desperation turned to Krissy.  Krissy was only too happy to oblige finally jerking his pants (and undies) down as the zipper was even too much for her to work.
	The boy commenced to peeing straightaway.
	Krissy commenced to having lurid thoughts straightaway, too.
	Slyly she played with the boy’s toy; fondled his balls and masturbated him.
	Jacky liked—a lot!
	Soon and Krissy was showing him her breasts.  Jacky liked those and after some schooling of keeping his mouth shut she let him play with her teenage titties, suck them and rub his penis against them.  This led to her completely shucking her clothes and he rubbing his penis against her cunny.
	This led to fucking.
	Of course!
	It was a natural progression completed with titty fucking as well as cock sucking.  Krissy was a very naughty girl—very.  On some of her excursions into the woods with Jacky she was accompanied by her pesky pest step sister, Karin.  Karin was the six year old daughter of her step-father.  Krissy didn’t overly care for the little girl—she didn’t overly care for her mother re-marrying after only a year from divorcing her father.  The man her mother married was ok, actually, he was nice, a good provider, and so on.

	How he would react to learning that Krissy was getting his six year old daughter laid?  Hmmm  When the little girl had to go pee Krissy helped her and found some sexual weirdness trumpeting thru her body (as she watched the child squatting.  Being a child the “squatting” was not exact and she wet her panties.  So Krissy helped her out of her clothes laying the wet undies out on a boulder to naturally dry.  Karin lay out, too.
	On a dare, to herself, Krissy licked out Karin’s delicate bald pussy.
	Question:  how do you know if your girlfriend is too young for you?
	Answer:    you have to make airplane noises to put your dick in her mouth.
	On the sly—and then later not so much—Krissy fingered her little step-sister.  The little girl was all kinds of cute; all kinds of giddy, too.  She liked being fingered!  Krissy liked Karin; she was a pest and often Krissy got saddled with having to babysit the girl while her Mom and new “daddy” went out.
	She was annoyed with the girl; basically she was regarded as an intruder on her family—which was her Mom and herself.  So the molesting of Karin was to sate Krissy dislike.  But then again, Krissy DID like what she did!  Fingering was just one aspect; she also like licking the child’s cunny out, lightly spanking her, watching her pee and then “bumping”.
	Unlike Logan who wanted to “bump” Amanda, Krissy liked to “bump” her pussy against Karin’s.  The little girl was soooooo cute!  Long-long silky brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a sweet-sweet face, the works!  And after a time of fingering and licking (and bumping) a narly thought managed its way into Krissy’s mind.
	Jacky!
	It didn’t take much doing to convince Jacky to have sex with Karin.  A little convincing was needed for Karin, though.  Money wasn’t the ticket, nor doing her chores—make her bed and keep room clean/picked-up.  What pesky pesty little Karin wanted from Krissy was for to be “nice”.
	“Be nice to me.” was all the bright eyed little girl wanted.
	Krissy felt badly for the way she had ignored the little girl.  It wasn’t her fault that Krissy’s mother had met and married her daddy.  Not her fault at all.
	Only a couple of times had they three been able to do anything naughty at home.  Too often did the parental units “suddenly” come home unexpected.  So out in Nature was the place to strip naked and get on with it.  Both Krissy and Jacky licked out Karin’s dainty little pussy.  The boy thoroughly enjoyed fucking Krissy; now he was doing Karin!
	The first time for Karin was not so enjoyable—
	“It hurts!” she cried out.
	A lot of massaging and cooing was needed to soothe the girl.
	Also money and chores.
	After a while and Karin was all onboard for getting laid by Jacky.
	Then there was Ooohweee; a four year old German Shepherd mix.
	He was all onboard for getting laid, too!
	Doggie pussy, doggie asshole, human pussy—whatever.
	How long the two had been carrying on wasn’t known but “awhile” would suffice.  Krissy took Ooohweee for walks—long-long walks—out into the woods.  Far-far away from any possible prying eyes.  Well, so much for that.  Salix just wanted the girl alone and was leery of the doggie being along.  Then, at a special place the girl stripped down and began playing with the doggie’s dog dong!
	Salix wasn’t too close (but he wanted to be!)
	Ooohweee panted and wagged his tail—he liked.  A lot!
	Soon and the naughty oh-so naughty girl laid herself out, spread her legs and coaxed her pet to lick her out.  Salix nearly fell out of the tree he was in.  Ooohweee “went down” on the teenager and lapped happily (if a dog can be happy about that.)  That was followed by Krissy expertly adjusting herself and coaxing the doggie to fuck her.
	It was official—Salix’s mind was blown.  He had seen many-many strange things; the redneck games reigned supreme—even over the alien-slug abduction!  But a girl having sex with a dog?  Really?  That beat all.  It just did.  And after it was done and done—it wasn’t.  Krissy frigged her doggie cum soaked cunt and after just a couple of minutes turned over, pooched her butt up and Ooohwee took her from behind!
	Due to the distance and angle of the dangle—Salix was unable to determine as to exactly what hole the doggie was plunging his dog dick into.  Not until after the event was over and more doggie cream was oozing out of the girl’s funk hole was the deed done known.
	That was some pussy you can keep.  Pussy (and ass) fucked by a dog was something Salix couldn’t go sloppy seconds on.  Half an hour later and Round Two!  Ooohweeee!

Pung Je Woo and the Incredible Day
	His Excellency, Glurb the Expansive, sat annoyed eyeing his subjects.
	“So—gleep!—why have you—mleep!—brought me audience?  Pleep!”
	“Your Massiveness,” said a nervous underling, “it appears—kleep!—an experiment—cleep!—has not—eleep!—gone as planned.”
	The massive alien-slug leader narrowed eyes atop the three stalks.  Being such a massive alien-slug his “leaning” could easily be misconstrued as enveloping.
	“What—zleep!—has happened?”

	Flurp, a scientist, cleared his throat,
	“Well, your Excellency, in our attempts at rendering the egg carriers more accepting in mating and delivering—”
	The massive leader leaned closer.  Flurb, a scientist, did not have the speech impediment or accent leaving others to quander what he was saying.
	“Your Expansiveness, gleep!—” spoke up an assistant scientist, “the reference is—dleep!—to an experiment on the human—gleep!—egg carriers—vleep!—in hopes of lessoning—eleep!—the mortality of both carrier and egg.  Mleep!”
	The massively large alien-slug leader leaned back.  He was a huge slug, green, almost eight meters in length!  He weighed close to a ton and had been the leader for quite some time.  One simply did not become a leader by usual ascension; in the alien-slug realm, to become “leader”—you ate your way there!  Bleep!
	“Explain.” said the Leader.
	“Your Massiveness,” said the scientist Nlurb, “gleep!—in the efforts to control—cleep!—mortality issues—pleep!—the effects have produced—vleep!—unforeseen effects.”
	The massive leader again leaned forward very nearly enveloping the scientists one-two-three assembled to explain themselves.
	“Your Excellency,” said another scientist, Vlurb, “the egg carriers—xleep!—have been rendered smaller—bleep!—than their natural—cleep!—selves.”
	His Excellency, Glurb the Expansive, leaned back and sighed.  After a brief pause to digest what he had learned,
	“And?”
	“It is—dleep!—believed to be only temporary—kleep!—your Massiveness.”
	“And only a few of the humans have—fleep!—been effected!”
	The massive alien-slug leader closed his three eyes, blew out some foul breath, then went nodding his massive head and body all one to and fro.  Then,
	“Suspend all “experiments”—mleep!—until absolute certainty—pleep!—that the Carriers and Eggs—eleep!—will not be harmed.”
	“Your Massiveness,” complained the lead scientist, “these experiments are necessary and complications are inevitable!”
	The massive leader despite his massive slug-like body had lightning reflexes and quickly leaned in and down and devoured the lead scientist.
	After a massive belch that reverberated throughout the alien-slug space ship,
	“Congradulations, Vlurb,--mleep!—YOU are now the lead scientist!  Zleep!”
	Glurb, the newly appointed lead scientist beamed in his smaller alien-slug body—and possibly grew a few extra segments as well!
	“Thank you—gleep!—your Massiveness—nleep!—I,--nleep!—and my team members will not—zleep!—fail you!”
	The massive leader unleashed another powerful belch—followed by a deadly fart stench that killed off several humans who were not captured for breeding but for domestic duties.
	The massive leader of the alien-slugs grumbled something then slithered his massiveness over the remains of the humans.  Zlurb, still beaming in his promotion, was praised by his fellow remaining scientists.
	“We should expand—gleep!—the experiments—pleep!—on the humans—vleep!—to understand—”
	“His Massiveness has forbid—kleep!—us from endeavoring—cleep!—further experiments!  Eleep!”
	“We will not “experiment”—fleep!—on the humans already experimented on.  Nleep!”
	The remaining scientists nodded and beamed.
	More humans were ushered in to clean up the mess left behind as a smear.

*
Par-tay!
	“No parties!” said factly Jenny’s mom, Diana.
	“No problem.” smiled a beaming Jenny.
	Jenny’s mom eyed her daughter—she knew she was a good girl; sweet, innocent (sort of) but also conniving.  She was obedient, good student, but she was also thirteen and “tested” the waters of their relationship—just how far could she get away with something.  Usually she blamed her brother and cousin for whatever trouble came about—and usually got away with it.
	The parents units of Jenny (and younger brother) were off on an “adults only” shindig along with her uncle.  His son, her cousin, was staying over—as he usually did anyways.  Jenny’s “party” plans were not uprooted but put on hold—until the parental units officially amscrayed that is.
	Where the boys, Mitch and Adam, were was anybody’s guess—they were boys.  They were ten, they were cousins, they were boys.  They liked to hide in the big two-story home; they had a HUGE backyard full of rocks, boulders, trees, and the great outdoors to play in.
	Jenny made for her room to “plan” for the “no party” party.
	When Jenny came back down a little while later her parents were gone and brother (and cousin) were still unseen.  Better yet, there was money on the coffee table!  With a new kick in her step she skipped outside—only to halt when she saw the family van still parked in the drive.
	“Hmmm,” she thought, “they must have gone with Uncle Gordon.”
	Chips, drinks, cookies, dip—the corner store was an easy walk to she practically “skipped” on her way back.  The presence of the family van, though, annoyed her.  After placing her party goodies on the kitchen counter she searched the house—hoping not to barge in on her parents making out someplace.  (I’ve done that—it wasn’t a pretty sight to see one’s parents naked doing the nasty.)
	With no parents, no pesky brother (or cousin), Jenny prepared for the no party-party.  That was a showering and an hour to fuss with her hair.  It was during the time she was showering that a “strange” thing happened.  It concerned Jenny’s uncle, Gordon.
	Gordon had come to his brother’s house to hitch a ride to the shindig.
	No one was home—which was a bit strange in itself.  Both van and car were in the drive—but no one was home.  And the front door was unlocked, too!  He called for his brother, his brother’s wife (of whom he secretly wanted to bump) and the various children.
	Nothing.
	At the stairs he paused and felt light headed.
	Then he felt dizzy with a rush of that feeling of being in a roller coaster when at the apex of the ride.  Then,
	Nothing.

	While stepping out of the shower, Jenny herself felt suddenly dizzy.  A little upset at the tummy but it passed quickly enough.  She dried off and stood naked at the sink admire herself; her boobs mostly.  She was thirteen and her breasts were coming along nicely.  The fuss with her hair began; she had lovely brown hair; thick, rich, and full.  While fussing she had the weirdest feeling that she wasn’t alone.
	Whirling around somewhat thinking it was her dweeb brother and/or cousin she once more felt slightly dizzy.  With no brother (or cousin) in sight she returned to fussing with her hair.  But that feeling wouldn’t go away—angrily she wrenched the bathroom door open—and stood naked in the threshold.
	No boys.
	No one.
	Closing the door she stood waiting—then threw the door open quickly hoping to catch the pesky duo.  But no one was there.  Back inside the bathroom she finished fussing with her hair then made for her bedroom to dress.

	Chips, chip dip, soda, assorted treats—usually there were some sort of “veggie” thrown in but that was when her mother WAS aware of a par-tay and would be chaperoning said par-tay.  But with no parental units in sight—screw the veggies!
	First guest to arrive at the no party-party was Polly.  Polly was a very happy girl—maybe too happy.  She talked sometimes non-stop (and about no one knew); she was a trend setter, enjoyed fashions, and was not afraid to be a black girl in a mostly one hundred percent redneck environment.
	She brought tunes.
	Disco tunes.
	Saige Hoowoo was the next guest to arrive; she was tall, thin, spoke French better than her family’s native langue of Chinese, and brought some sweet treats (that were infused with vegetable matter).
	Flower Goshbee with flaming red hair was the final no-party guest.
	The girls busied themselves in the kitchen assembling treats then moving to the living room to listen to the music and begin what girls do best—talk.
	And the topic was—
	BOYS!  of course.
	Parents, school, teachers, and clothes filled in the spaces, too.
	But it was BOYS—BOYS—BOYS that spilled from the girls’ lips.
	“Brad Lookinmihole has a nice butt!” giggled Polly.
	“Yeah, his dad owns that car lot downtown and Brad be boasting that he’s going to get a free car when he gets his license.”
	“I like Jeremy Rulelock.” stated factly Saige.
	“Yeah, he’s ok.” said Flower.
	“I’ve seen him with his shirt off!” giggled a bashful Jenny.
	“Some boys are HOT with their shirts off—”
	“And wearing those short gym shorts!” blurted in Polly.
	The girls erupted in a giggles and cheers; covering their faces with those small throw pillows on the sofas, and squealing like little girls.  They went on to talk about the boys they knew, high school boys they wanted to know, teachers, school, their lame ass parents, food, clothes, and more about boys.
	At length it came down to Truth or Dare.
	“TRUTH—or DARE!?” the question was posed to Polly (from Saige.)
	The lean black girl who originally came from Atlanta but eased into country hick hillbilly redneck life just fine contemplated the choices—and the possible outcome.  Gulping, smiling, fretting she said,
	“Truth!”
	“Who have you kissed?” asked almost desperately Flower.
	Polly fretted more, “Who have I kissed or who’s kissed me?”
	OH!  The plot thickens.
	“Who kissed you!?” shrieked Saige.
	“Donny Slumburger.”
	The girls one-two-three shrieked and squealed.
	Truthfully and Flower gushed that she had kissed Jonny Volkmeer.
	Saige admitted to going in the buff in her house (while her parents were home!)  Flower daringly streaked across the street from her house, peed on mean Mr. McKowler’s front door step, knocked on his door (at 1AM) then dashed nakedly back to her house—finding that the front door she had streaked out of had shut and locked leaving her vulnerable.  Nakedly the teen had to climb over the side fence and into the backyard then sneak into the kitchen via the unlocked sliding patio door.
	Jenny had a lot of Truths she’d rather not be known—so she chose
	“Dare!”
	Right off and Polly posed,
	“I DARE you to call Ricky Dooly,” pause for dramatic effect,
	“And?” asked a nervous Jenny.
	“AND tell him that you like him!”
	“Oh shit!” blurted Jenny.  Instantly and the young girl’s heart was all a twitter.  She DID like the boy but telling him so was just not in her to do so.
	But a Dare was a Dare.
	(the Truths were self-pleasuring, watching some boys in the woods pleasure themselves, spying on her brother as he pleased himself, farting in class, having desire to get gangbanged by several-several boys, and a few other Truths that would knock the multicolored socks off of Flower, make Saige’s eyes round (she was the Chinese chick), and straighten Polly’s kinky black hair.)
	Nervously but with a smattering of giddiness, Jenny phoned Ricky Dooly.
	“Hi, Ricky?  This is Jenny—and I just called to say—I like you!”
	Polly, Saige, and Flower jeered with glee.  Ricky heard them—the entire hick redneck hillbilly county heard them.
	“What’s going on?” Ricky asked curiously.
	“Oh, we’re just having a little no-party party.” Jenny explained.
	“Yeah, any invites?”
	“Sure, come on over, BYOM!” and she hung up.  The invite was out of her mouth before she could think.
	“BYOM?” Saige asked having never heard the term.
	“Bring Your Own Meat!” supplied Polly.
	Saige gushed and Jenny blushed burying her face into a throw pillow.
	Fifteen minutes later and Ricky Dooly appeared at the door.  He had friends HE invited—Pang Lu and Sam Bowtuck.  Jenny wasn’t too keen on the “extras”.
	“Folks home?” Ricky asked curiously noting the cars in the drive.
	“No, they went with my Uncle.”
	Ricky and his pals came in and the party really started.

	The no-party par-tay commenced with odd music (disco), chips, drinks, and overly friendly (horny) boys trying to sly their way into someone’s pants.  Jenny made for the kitchen to take a breather and prepare some special (spicy!) dip that would maybe put the kibosh on the boys.
	Ricky Dooly followed her.
	“Cool party.” he said with a smile.  He WAS cute (handsome!), a Devil-may-care smile, fantastic eyes; a swagger about him, too.  He had mop of thick sandy brown hair and more than once did Jenny have torrid thoughts (of the naughty kind) about him.
	“Thanks.” Jenny said being a little nervous.
	“Cool kitchen.” Ricky said looking around approvingly.
	Jenny didn’t know what to say but shrug saying “Thanks.” ‘It’s just a kitchen.’ 
	“I’m glad we’re alone.” Ricky said leaning against the counter.
	“Why is that?”
	“Well, on the phone you said you liked me—”
	“Well, they dared me,” Jenny said with a half hearted shrug.
	“Did you mean it, though?”
	“Oh—yeah, yes—yes I-I do—I do like you.” Her smile wavered and her heart began beating faster.
	“Well, that’s cool, ‘cause, well,” he chuckled and blushed, “I kind like you, too!”
	“You do?” Jenny knew the boy had girls seeking his favor.
	“Yeah, yeah—I-I think you’re kinda awesome.”
	Jenny began to gush.
	Then—THEN he leaned in and kissed her!  Right on the lips!
	At first and Jenny was apt to rip his balls off.
	Then the next second and she felt incredible feelings she hadn’t experienced before surging thru her young teenage body.  Then a voice—
	‘embrace him.’
	Jenny could only stand and clench herself—mostly her sex.
	Her pretty eyes blinked excessively; the boy stood half a head taller than herself.  He was cute!  Damn cute!
	‘bet he looks good naked!’
	Jenny nodded.
	Ricky leaned in and kissed her again—this time, though—not so briefly.
	Jenny closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and “embraced”.
	Ricky embraced the teenager—slipping his hands down to her butt.
	A shock jolted the girl; she regarded the cop feel of her butt a violation.
	‘let him have his feel.’
	Easier said than done.
	Jenny was in panic mode.
	“What are you doing!?” she almost shouted angrily.
	“Just what comes naturally!” the boy said with a snickering smile.
	‘relax—relax—calm yourself.’
	It took a moment; then, “copping a feel” resumed.
	Once more and Jenny gushed and felt tingly “all over.”  Her cunny clenched and she felt her nipples erecting.  Ricky’s hands roamed all over her butt; she wore a nice knee length bib overall, light blue in color, kind of baggy and not so tight as other girls liked to wear.  The heat between the two began to rise—so did something else!
	‘fondle his junk.’ said the voice in her head.
	Jenny blinked her pretty eyes.  Once more their lips connected and it was all like trying to encompass the other.  Meanwhile, Ricky’s hands suddenly clenched Jenny’s ass as Jenny suddenly “grabbed” his junk.
	Almost expertly did the girl take holt of the boy’s ready erection.  Ricky was stunned—and contrary to his boasting to his pals he was actually as virgin as they were.  Jenny worked her fingers up and down the erection—then,
	Faintly she heard ‘take your pants down.’
	It was like an echo, far off.
	Ricky undone his pants and let them slide down; then he shoved his underwear down freeing his hard hardness.  Jenny was totally like totally mesmerized.  Her fingers locked about the boy’s cock and her mind was not hers.
	Then,
	‘take your clothes off.’
	Jenny breathed hard.  The “voice” was right in her head.  Commanding.
	There was confusion to be sure but the girl went thru the motions of undoing the brass latches to the overalls and down the garment fell.  She wore a nice frilly teeshirt blouse that in one fluid motion was pulled off and dropped.  Her basic bra followed.  That left her in solid print green panties.
	A bit of precum soiled the piss slit of Ricky’s dick.  It was at its hardest.
	The boy ditched his shirt and then his pants and undies—albeit clumsily and nearly toppling over.  Jenny stepped out of her clothes (after pushing down her panties) and stood butt bare ass naked for Ricky to gawk at.  And gawk he did.
	After gawking he went to his knees, hands cupping the girl’s bare butt, and locked eyes on her pussy.  It wasn’t his first time gawking at a girl’s cunt but it was his first time at being so up close and personal.
	After gawking his fill he stood and Jenny went to HER knees.
	The girl’s eyes bulged.  Her brother she had seen, her cousin, too.  Boys in the woods and skinny dippers but nothing so up close.
	‘kiss it.’
	She didn’t rebuke the in-her-head command but hesitated with a moral fiber twitching.  Her head bobbed—in the air just before the stout schlong bursting with heat.  Licking her lips and Jenny finally leaned in pressing her lips to the glistening knob.  Then she rolled her tongue about the knob sending the almost fourteen year old boy into orbit.  Jenny was good!  A natural.  Diddling her tongue into the piss slit almost caused the boy to go catatonic!
	Sucking his dick did.
	Jenny regarded “going down” on Ricky’s dong similar to gnawing on string cheese.  Even the taste was the same!  She did make a face and retch—but that was expected, an involuntary happenstance.  She worked the cock expertly bobbing her head a dozen or so times before popping the cock out and smacking her lips.
	She was greatly embarrassed.
	‘lay down.’
	There were far better places to “lay down” then the kitchen floor, but—
	Jenny laid out on her clothes, spread her legs, and was oh-so inviting.
	Again, like an echo or someone talking far away not directly speaking to Jenny but she could hear just the same,
	‘go down on her.’
	Ricky Dooly hadn’t a clue.
	The Voice was annoyed but schooled the boy in the proper technique of cunnilingus.  The boy was a little timid but “went down” on the girl’s enticing vagina lapping like a dog.  Jenny hadn’t a lot of hair on her pie but greedy Ricky didn’t care if it were a forest—he was eating pussy!
	Then he was fucking pussy.
	Meanwhile,
	In the kitchen, under the sink, Diana Seelinkey was gasping for air as she watched her daughter having sex.  She was a little more than distraught and just about out of her mind.  What was going on?  Was it real?  Couldn’t be—she’d be pummeling that Ricky Dooly into oblivion.  And Jenny—what the eff up with Jenny!?  How had she so willingly stripped off her clothes AND sucked the boy’s dick!?
	It wasn’t happening.  It couldn’t be.
	Diana felt ill—all over.  A strange-strange feeling had enveloped her.  Her last memory she felt was real was when she had gone out the front door and was making for the family van.  She had thought her husband, Wayne, had gone before her but he wasn’t there.
	Then she felt faint.
	Then she felt ill.

	It was one of those sudden illnesses that come on you and you want to be somewhere else—like hovering over a toilet.  Her vision blurred and a curious ringing came to her ears.  The next thing she knew was—
	Ridiculous.
	She saw grass—but from eye view.  And no, she wasn’t laying on it but was standing next to a blade of it!  The family van was suddenly 100 times larger!  A tingling feeling was all over her body and talk about being dizzy!  After some stumbling and picking herself up she saw another impossibility—the front steps to her house.
	It took about five minutes of staring at the concrete step to realize something was very-very wrong.  Very.  The step was some inches in height and she was looking UP to the top of it!
	“What the fu—”
	She was less in height than the step!
	Something was wrong.  Very-very wrong.
	How she made it into the house and then into the kitchen she wasn’t sure—it was all something of a blur.  How she made it into the kitchen cabinet under the sink she also didn’t know.  Her head seemed like it was a balloon!  Never before had she ever felt so ill!
	It was then that she noticed that she was naked!
	The smells inside the cabinet ‘neath the sink were horrid.  She was already ill and the lingering funky smells wafting about listlessly in the sullen air didn’t help.
	Were those beady eyes across the basket a rat’s eyes?
	Before she could react with shrieking in came her daughter and a boy.
	A party.	
	A party was in progress she specifically told her NOT to have!
	Of course she was a teenager and of course when parents were gone on an outing—the teenagers would do what they wanted to anyways.  She herself had been a teenager and she herself had defied her parents.  It was hoped that Jenny would maintain her “good girl” image and be more obedient.
	Oh well, so much for that.
	A party with her friends was one thing—BOYS being in the mix was something else.
	Then to her shock her daughter was ditching her clothes!
	A heart attack was on its way when the boy shucked HIS clothes.
	Diana fell on her ass when her precious “good girl” Jenny went to her knees and SUCKED the boy’s cock!  She couldn’t breathe.  She couldn’t think.
	Then it got worse as Jenny laid herself out on her clothes, spread her legs, and the boy, Ricky Dooly, “went down” on her.
	From the angle, diminutive Diana had a bead eye on the boy’s tongue action.
	She also had an eye on the boy’s swinging fuzzy nads.
	Also his elongated hard cum dripping dick.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Diana.  She screamed, pounded on the door—but it was latched shut from the outside and her “pounding” was nothing to be heard over the party music in the living room.
	The act of sex totally blew Diana’s mind.
	But then strangely she found herself aroused.
	Her cunny clenched and she found herself fingering herself!

	In the kitchen—
	Under a cabinet housing wine bottles, Jenny’s father, Wayne, struggled with his own demons.  After finding his way into the kitchen from being on the drive-way, Wayne, too, watched his daughter undress and suck dick.  Wayne’s confusion was unlike his wife’s; he also hadn’t gotten as ill.  Wayne was a scientist and took the strange and odd things in his life with a grin.  Most things could be answered logically; strange lights in the sky, rotating water rotating the wrong way, warbling sounds, and so forth and so on.
	Being shrunken down to the size of a mouse?  Hmmm that was going to take some doing.  How he had gotten into the wine cabinet he didn’t know.  It was cool in there, a little musty, and dark.  He liked the dark; it gave him the ability to think without distractions.
	He heard the party music but didn’t think much of it knowing that his daughter liked non-classic tunes.  Then, some minutes longer and the kitchen door open allowing the blaring of the music to disrupt his tranquil thoughts.  Peering out the slats of the cabinet door and there was his daughter with a boy—Ricky?
	At one point and Jenny was turned with her back to him—the boy, Ricky Dooly, copped a feel of her ass.  It was something Wayne privately wanted to do himself!  He did!  He loved his daughter, and son, and would do nothing to disrupt that or anything causing unnaturalness in the family.  Still, though—
	He wished he was Rick Dooly.
	The boy roamed his hands all over Jenny’s ass, squeezed the cheeks, and was deeply if not passionately kissing her!  Wayne had no idea that his daughter and Rick were friends—more than friends.  Then, Wayne had no idea that his daughter was naughty!
	When Jenny began sucking Rick’s dick—Wayne was jerking off!
	Wayne was jerking off having wicked-wicked thoughts.
	Wayne was jerking off having thoughts of being Rick Dooly.

	Wayne was jerking off having thoughts of being Rick Dooly getting sucked off on by Jenny!  Oh he knew it was wrong.  Illegal.  Immoral.  But they WERE living in the South and that sort of thing was kind of tolerable.  Kinda.  And Jenny!  She seemed to know what to do!
	Like Diana, Wayne was already nude.  He had no idea when he had become so.  And unlike Diana, he was not concerned about the How or Why.  His eyes focused on his daughter’s bare ass.  Then, after Rick Dooly had gone down on the girl he wished he was across the room so he could see Rick Dooly’s dick going in and out of Jenny’s cunt!

	Household tools, a large web belt, oil cans for sprucing up and freeing stuck nuts and bolts, cans of degreaser, emergency lights, and other assorted toolbelt things did Gordon Seeslinkey stumbled into.  He heard party music and wished he was in the living room jamming to the tunes.  His last memory was a little foggy; his last memory was—was—was in the living room at the stairs.
	How he had gotten into the tool cabinet he hadn’t a clue.
	He figured he was having some sort of delusional episode from past drugs he had done.  It was decided to park his carcass and wait it out.  Moments later and the party music got suddenly louder—but only for a second.  The kitchen door had opened and someone had come in.
	Two someones.  Jenny and a boy Gordon wasn’t sure who he was.
	Apparently, though, Jenny knew him and knew him well!
	For a long-long time, well—since she was about ten or so, Gordon wanted to see his niece naked.  The girl had a nice butt—and the boy pawed it!  Gordon moaned—and then realized that he was naked!
	The boy squeezed Jenny’s ass and then—THEN she sucked him!
	OH!  How long had it been since he himself had been sucked!	
	Very muchly and did he desire Jenny to suck him.
	Very muchly and did he feel faint as the girl laid out on her cast off clothes and the boy mounted her—after licking her out.  Gordon very muchly wanted to do that, too—lick out Jenny’s cunt.  The boy slipping his schlong into the girl’s quim sealed the deal—the deal of desire.  Gordon masturbated until cumming.  All his thoughts were on Jenny.

Not everything happens in the kitchen
	Pink zebra print panties, high-leg type—on the floor.
	Red bikini panties (with a smiling whimsical heart “pounding” on the front panel and the words “kiss me” on the back—on the floor.  Blue zebra print full brief panties—on the floor.  A regular pair of boy’s underwear and a pair of blue stripped boxers were—on the floor as well.
	No one was clothed.
	On the long sofa sat Polly Knott; she was six months from being fourteen and had a very-very nice body.  Her dark skin shimmered—and jiggled as Chinese-American boy Pang Lu fucked her.  He had a very determined face; sweating, heaving, pumping.  His body was lean and somewhat muscular—not bad for a thirteen year old.  An avid soccer player, baseball, and bowling—yes, bowling, Pang Lu had a very nice teen bod.
	Red headed Sam Bowtuck also had a decent body; lots of freckles, kinda on the skinny side, tall, lots of flaming red hair—both on his head and balls.  His cock slid nicely into Saige’s pussy.  The girl moaned and flailed her arms as she was boned on the love seat.  Her breasts were on the small side, A-cup.  Her long sleek black hair was pasted to her sweating body and it seemed as though she had experienced an orgasm—twice!
	Flower Goshbee fingered herself as she sat poised nakedly beside Polly.  The girl’s face was glazed over and she was as mindless as she could be.  Occasionally and did Pang check her out.  He never stopped pumping Polly but he did slow down.  At length the orgasm sought came.  Pang fluttered—all over!  He tensed up from his neck down; toes curled and hair tingled.  Gobs of cum drizzled out of Polly’s nicely fucked cunt.
	Pang sat back on his heels ogling his cock work.  It was his first fuck.
	Sam got his nuts off and sat back toppling over with exhaustion.

Meanwhile, upstairs—
	Mitch and Adam stood watching the antics downstairs with awesome awe.
	“Whoa!” and “Sheee-it!” were their popular utterances.
	And as they watched—they, too, got naked.  Seemed the thing to do.
	Both lads WERE curious about sex—both about doing a girl as well as sucking dick.  Neither had done so.  Mitch had seen has sister, Jenny, naked “a few times.”  He had seen her in her underwear more often.  But not in quite a while, especially since she had become a teenager; she had gotten very modest and not keen on allowing her dweeb brother to see her that way.  Which was a shame; both ‘cause she had a nice decent body and Mitch was approaching that “certain” age whereas he got a boner if the wind blew.
	Both boys stood at the railing looking down at the party—and the naked narly shenanigans.  When the boys, Pang and Sam flopped onto their backs exhausted from their fucking of Polly and Saige, and Flower sitting with her legs spread fingering herself to beat all, Mitch and Adam made for Mitch’s bedroom—leaving their clothes on the floor where they had shucked them.
	Once inside the bedroom they embraced.
	Then they kissed.
	It wasn’t passionate and very-very brief.
	It was experimental.
	Then, talked into it, Adam went to his knees, eyed his cousin Mitch’s one-eyed schlong, then kissed it.  Like the kiss to his cousin, Adam wasn’t keen on that deed.  But then again—
	“Suck it!” encouraged Mitch.
	“NO WAY!”
	“I’ll give you ten bucks!”
	That helped with the encouraging.
	“And your knife!” Adam said.
	“My knife?  My camping knife?  No way!”
	“Then no suck!” and Adam stood up.
	“Alright—alright!” Mitch had a very nice multiuse camping knife and Adam didn’t.  After a few minutes on his knees bobbing his head—he did.
	Mitch wasn’t sure if the blow job was worth the cost of his beloved knife.
	“Your turn!” Adam announced as he stood up smacking his lips.  He had a shit eating grin etched thereon his face, too.
	Adam wasn’t sure about “his turn.”  He had long thought about what dick sucking was like; he had heard about it on television, in the news, and especially at school.  There were so many terms to the deed that he was confused; ‘giving head’  ‘doing the Presidential’ ‘blow job’ and then a bunch of other euphemisms that referred to the same thing.
	Neither cousin regarded sucking each other as gay.  They had been naked together since they were born.  They were born just days apart and never lived more than a block or two away.
	“Your mitt.” Adam said.
	“My mitt?  My baseball mitt?”  fuck that, the mitt was a prize he had won at a baseball camp and considered his most treasured item.
	“No mitt, no suck!” said Mitch factly.
	So Mitch sucked his cousin’s schlong and found it not so bad a doing.
	He knew that it was a wrong thing to do and that if anyone—anyone found out there would be hell to pay.  He didn’t know exactly what that meant but his parents would do more than “frown”.
	After sucking,
	Ye olde fashioned butt fucking!
	“Wanna fuck my ass?” Adam said off-handedly.
	“Sure, ok.” said a semi reluctant but curious just the same Adam.
	Seeing his cousin’s reluctance, “I’ll trade ya!”
	“For what?”
	“My knife for your mitt!” of course!
	With the exchange, butt fucking it was.
	Easier said than done.  Mitch’s dick “bent” and wasn’t quite strong enough to “go down the rabbit hole.”  Nor was Adam’s.  Still, though, they tried.
	“We need lube.” as in lubrication.
	“Spit on it.” suggested Adam thoughtfully.
	Mitch giggled and Adam laid out on Mitch’s bed, pulled his legs back and presented his very-very virgin asshole.  Adam approached, eyed the clean hole, and hocked a loogie on it.  gross!  Although cousins, Mitch and Adam were very different—due mainly to their parents.  Mitch had very dark wavy hair, blue eyes, and very boyish charm.  His father was a scientist-inventor and it was presumed that Mitch would follow suit.  Not so.  Mitch preferred sports, baseball specifically.
	Adam’s father, the brother of Mitch’s father, was laid back, easy going, and heavily into sports—baseball specifically.  Football, boxing, fencing, and hockey, also.  Adam had no interest in science; Mitch had all kinds of interest in sports.  Adam had thick brown hair—kind of like Penny who also had thick rich lively light brown hair.  She was also not into science.
	After spitting on his cousin’s turd chute the attempt at sodomy played out again.  Again, though, Mitch’s dick wasn’t hard enough.
	“Got any grease?”  i.e. petroleum jelly.
	In the hall bathroom the boys made their way finding the petroleum grease suitable for applying to one’s bum hole for the introduction of dick.  Funny how a lame virgin ten year old boy knew about the greasing of one’s hole for anal play.
	Anyways, after another blowjob, ball sucking, some mutual masturbating, cock fighting, Adam got down on all fours, head down and ass up.  Mitch applied the grease to his cousin’s shitter and some to his cock then made the intrusion.
	Sodomy at last!

Back to the kitchen—
	Ricky Dooly stumbled to his feet and clung tenaciously to the kitchen breakfast table.  He felt—odd.  Groggy didn’t cut it; it was more like a moonshine binge, a toke, and then electrocuted by a cattle prod.  His entire mouth was sizzling!  Stumbling, he made his way into the living room.
	Jenny sat up and also felt groggy.  Standing up and she knew that was a bad idea.  Against the breakfast table she nearly slammed herself.  Someone was talking but her condition prevented her from comprehension.  Closing her eyes she leaned her butt against the table.  Suddenly,
	Before her loomed—someone.  The person was blurred.  Closing her eyes, opening them, closing them, repeating-repeating didn’t help.  A nasty-nasty taste filled her mouth, her nipples tingled, and then there was her cunny.  It was on fire!

	How long this lasted—unknown.  But at length she laid down on the table.
	(or was laid down by an unknown force!)
	Her legs parted and she was invaded.
	It wasn’t Ricky.
	Her first fuck (with Ricky) had been a wow factor she couldn’t put words to.  There had been a little discomfort; no pain.  She felt incredible levels of tingling sensations he had never felt before.  It was like a real good piss.  She clung to the sides of the country style table feeling new feelings erupting into her soul.  Her nipples were on fire!  Then, every fiber of her being seemed to be electrified.  She began to undulate and for a moment, a very brief moment, she saw clearly her very own father above her!
	Her father!

	Gripping the door sill, Diana couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
	It couldn’t be.
	It couldn’t be.
	In the living room, in HER living room, three boys so sort of knew were naked, standing with erections, naked.  There were some girls there, too; also naked.  Diana’s eyes, though, were locked onto the naked boys one-two-three.
	‘lay down—on the sofa.’ a voice said to her.
	Diana didn’t move; she made a face—then realized that she herself was also naked!  The “voice” repeated itself and sounded more forceful—also, it sounded as if though it were inside her.
	‘go sit down—on the sofa.’  NOW!
	As she digested the command—her legs accepted the command and began walking nimbly and weakly to the designated country style long sofa.  After plopping her naked self down,
	‘lean back, open legs.’
	She had no idea what was going on.  At first she felt a little ill.
	Then, one of the naked boys, Ricky she thought his name was, came up to her, went to his knees, and began licking out her pussy!  He did!
	The shock of the act floored the woman.  Her mind couldn’t process.
	Ricky Dooly tongued out the woman’s cunt—without thought.
	And when he had licked and lapped his fill—he fucked it!  He did!
	Diana lost her mind.  It was already pretty much gone-gone-gone watching the antics in the kitchen and trying to comprehend how she had been inside the kitchen cabinet ‘neath the sink one moment and then suddenly standing in the kitchen as it swirled about her the next.
	Ricky Dooly eased his teen cock into her womanness sending her into a euphoric state of being she had yet to experience.  She was moved.
	Pang Lu seemed to be mesmerized by his friend’s doings.  His own cock tingled and was incredibly hard.  And after Ricky got his nuts off—he crawled over on his knees and mounted the woman himself.  In his mind and it was not overly Diana, Jenny’s mother he was sinking his bone into but one of the other party goer girls.
	Ricky fell away onto his backside staring up to the ceiling.  One of the girls had brought a small crystal ball to hang and give off really weird light; multicolored light with a fog machine for some sort of weird ambience.  Party goer, Flower, came over and settled onto his still very hard hard-on.  She was NOT a virgin but the details of who had boned her was vague.  She wasn’t a slut but knew the ins-and-outs of ins-and-outs.
	Pang took as many as three minutes to get his ball juice flowing into Diana’s pussy.  Polly was right there to suck his dick clean while Sam Bowtuck slipped himself into Diana and banged off a good nut four minutes later.  Cum still squirted from his pud when he pulled out!
	Diana lay in a weird field of funk.  She had no idea consciously of what was happening.  It was a dream.  All a dream.

	Like as if she were drunk and did Jenny slough her way up the stairs.
	She found her brother and cousin in the bathroom in the shower.
	The boys stared at her; she was naked and looked like heaven!
	“Mind if I join you?” she said uncharacteristically.
	This blew Mitch’s mind and pleased Adam’s.
	The boys made room and the naked girl “joined” them.

	Ricky Dooly was exhausted.  He figured it was ‘cause he had fucked so much.  Never in his life (HA!) had he fucked so much!  Once into Polly, then Saige, then—then—he wasn’t sure who the last cunt his cock was sunk into.  But it was a good fuck!  Then there was Flower Goshbee who came and sat on him—taking his cock expertly into her cunny!
	He had no idea if he came off in her or not.  He didn’t care, either.
	Pang Lu wasn’t sure but he thought that it was Jenny’s mother, Diana, he was boning.  He couldn’t believe he was screwing Jenny’s mom!  He didn’t know what to think about that—or the fact that he had also boned Polly and Saige!
	Sam was the same; curious about whether or not for sure he had fucked Jenny’s mom.  He mostly wanted to fuck Jenny!  There was satisfaction, though, with cumming off into Polly and Saige.  Mostly and he jerked off or humped his bed thinking of some chick he knew.  Fucking actual pussy was the best!

	   Wayne stumbled out of the kitchen; leaning against the door sill he saw an awesome sight and knew—he just knew—that he was dreaming.  There on the sofa was his wife, naked, with a river of cum dripping out of her pussy.  And there—there were three naked boys (with cum dripping out of their dongs.)  There, too, were three naked girls.
	Well, since it was a dream—
	Sauntering over to the black girl he smiled drunkenly then nearly clumsily fell on her.  After straightening up he eyed the girl—she was naked.  That was all that mattered.  She was about the age of his daughter.
	His daughter.
	Hmmm
	Had he really?...
	In the kitchen?...
	Hmmm
	Nah, it couldn’t have happened.
	Well, since it was a dream—maybe!
	What, then, did that say about him?  In his dreams he was fantasizing about screwing his own daughter!?  Wow!  Reality—what a concept!  His attention returned to the black girl and her cum laden pussy.  He didn’t care—it was a dream!  Carefully he inserted his own and fucked the girl silly.

	Wayne had to lean against the wall as he pushed himself up the stairs.
	At the top he rested.  He wasn’t bred for climbing stairs, or doing a lot of running, jogging, up early in the morning, or much of anything involving “exercise.”  He wasn’t overweight but could stand to lose about 20lbs.  But he was cheerful, provided for his family, and long held desires for his niece.
	And he found her—in Mitch’s bedroom.
	She was naked and being sandwiched between her brother and cousin.
	One boy, Mitch, was pumping doggedly in her ass while his son pumped her pussy.  No one looked up to him as he stood naked at the door watching.  Mitch grunted, Jenny moaned, Adam grinned, and Wayne masturbated.

	The party that wasn’t ended with Ricky and his pals scurrying home; clothed and well satiated with sex stains on their bodies and in their minds.  After brother Mitch and cousin Adam had had their way with Jenny, Wayne semi drunkenly had his way with the willing girl.  The dream was so real!  No thoughts whatsoever were given to his wife, the illegalities of his misdoing, the incestuous implications, nothing.  It was a dream!
	Downstairs and Gordon enjoyed his fantasy concluding that he, too, was experiencing a life-life dream.
	The black girl, Polly, was first on his list—er, dick.  He spanked Saige who lay beside her and thought solely of his niece.  She was somewhere in the house and he wanted to sink his bone into her (before the dream ended.)
	Polly grunted as she was fucked.  Gordon giggled and lusted heavily pawing at the girl’s young developing breasts.  His cock did a marvelous job in her pussy and soon delivered a copious amount of jizz.
	More spanking to Saige.  Sitting on the sofa Gordon brought the thirteen year old Chinese girl across his lap and wailed his hand upon her.  The girl fussed some and that only encouraged Gordon.  When the girl’s bum was bright red—Gordon fingered it before sending his rock hard cock into it.
	Red haired Flower delighted him; after cleaning off his soiled schlong from Saige’s asshole, Gordon thrusted his monster meat into the thirteen year old who looked like a throw-back from the 60’s.
	“Right on!” Gordon blurted as after a struggling few minutes he finally unleashed a torrent of cum.  He virtually melted.  A river of cum drizzled out of the girl’s cunt.
	“WHEW!” he said loudly.
	After a couple of moment he went searching for his niece.

	Gordon found his niece in her brother’s bedroom.  She was naked and on top of her father—who was also naked!  It was a hell of an eye opener.  Wayne’s fatherly dong was buried to the hilt in his daughter’s cunt.  The man’s hands were clamped tightly to his daughter’s lovely-lovely-simply fucking lovely pillowy lily white ass.  And although Gordon had just fucked his fill of a lifetime with three lovely naked teenagers—he was ready to go some more.
	But first!
	On the floor by the bed were Mitch and Adam.  They were motionless; fucked out.  Gordon settled on his knees beside them and caressed their pert tender young asses.  He had never disciplined his son, Adam—never had to.  The boy was a good boy; a typical boy who like to play but not push the envelope of how far he could get away with something or push his parents.  Gordon, as previously stated, was a laid back fellow and his son was cool with that and did not take advantage.
	But smoothing his hand over his son’s ass erupted something in Gordon.
	He gave the ass a little smack.
	And then another.
	His cock got harder.
	Another smack and young Adam yelped.
	Another smack and young Adam sat up rubbing his now searing ass.
	“What the fuck, man?” he said aberrantly.
	Gordon shined him on and went smacking his nephew’s ass.
	When both boys had their young asses burning, Gordon, giggling incessantly, moved to smack his niece’s ass.  Her father had cum and was still underneath the girl in some sort of wonderlust.  Gobs of mixed cum juices flowed from the girl’s poon coating Wayne’s cock and balls.
	Gordon gave the girl’s lily white ass a smack—followed by two more before his aching schlong begged for relief.  Parting Jenny’s cheeks the relief was only a hole away.  It was awkward and a little clumsy with the girl laying on her father on the twin size bed.  But the portly man made it happen and entered his niece’s fresh fucked by brother hole.
	What a dream!

	Downstairs and Diana lay in her own wonderlust.  Her cunny tingled like never before.  Sure, Wayne, her husband, was a good fucker but often times she desired more.  The handheld shower massager helped soothed her burning cock hungry cunt after a fuck session with her hubby.  There, too, was the “personal” massager, candlestick, and vibrator.
	A personal fantasy was to get gangbanged by her daughter’s male friends.
	It was a deeply seeded fantasy she knew never-ever would come (to life.)
	As Diana lay amongst the naked teen girls her mind thrashed with images of having her gangbang fantasy fulfilled—another image came to be.  Her mind couldn’t focus to bring the image to fullness.
	‘relax’ cooed a voice.
	Easy done than said; Diana’s mind, body, and soul was literally tingling.
	Then, it was surreal; it was like having an out-of-body experience.  Her legs were parted and a stranger positioned himself between her opened legs.  More words were spoken (into her mind) but so turbulent was her mind that she consciously was not aware of them.
	The “stranger” entered her womanhood.
	Whether his implanted notions would stick or not remained to be seen.  He gave her his all then fell away exhausted beyond belief.  A bit of worry there was for using so much mental power—swaying the family, the girls, the boys, inserting naughty notions of how to continue onward with their lives.  It gave him a headache, ear ringing, nosebleed, and blurred vision.  He guessed it was a pay off for all his naughty monkeyshines.  Whatever.
	He did have enough prowess to dip his wick into Polly.  Just a few pumps and though lo he wanted to dip his wick into Penny (and how!) he hadn’t the strength physically or mentally.  She would have to wait.  Hopefully she would be receptive to his want—as would the rest of the family.  There was no interest in shagging the boy, or his cousin.  A lot of interest there was in the Mommy.
	And Penny.  Lots of interest there.
*

Camp Whatthefuckisthatafeatherupthatindianspoopchute
	Cabin 16; just before midnight
	“…so then the zombie boy turned on Anna and began to approach her.”
	All eyes were on the teller of tales; mouths agape, minds locked onto the story.
	“Anna lay immobilized on the slab (of concrete/bed) as the zombie boy approached.  The boy was still partly human, partly.  The infection hadn’t fully been completed in him.  All the other zombie boys lay motionless—having their heads cleaved off by the zombie hero.
	“Johnny—Johnny,” she called, “are you still in there?”
	“Zombie Johnny offered a weak smile; cocking his head he swaggered toward the helpless girl undoing his pants as he did so.”
	“Oh, shit!” exclaimed someone in the group.
	Charlotte held her wicked smile in to herself—she had the whole cabin completely in her clutches.
	“Never mind,” said an angry Harriet, “go on.” she said to Charlotte.
	Thirteen year old Charlotte “Wednesday” Wiccked folded her hands curtly in her lap and sat on her bunk being somewhat regal.  Closing her eyes she continued:
	“Zombie Johnny dropped his pants.  Crawling onto the cement bed he got between Anna’s legs.  The other zombie boys having ripped Anna’s clothes off left her vulnerable; open and ready.”
	“Ready for what?” asked someone.
	“Shhh!”
	“Zombie Johnny handled his throbbing 12-inch cock smacking it against Anna’s legs.”
	“What a minute, TWELVE inches?”
	Charlotte said nothing and sat reposed.
	“No boy, zombie or otherwise, has a “cock” that’s twelve inches!”
	“How do YOU know, Elaine—virgin!?” piped another girl who made some sort of hand gesture sign above Sarah’s head supposedly indicating her “virgin” status.
	“Expert on boy’s cocks are we?” chided another.
	“No, but boys just don’t have big dicks, that’s all!” she stammered factually.
	“My brother does.” said Charlotte also factually.
	“No way!” chirped Harriet.
	“Way.” said a defiant Charlotte.
	For a moment there was a long silence.  Then,
	“Do you want proof?”
	All eyes were on her.
	“How?” said someone in the group.
	“Her brother is here, stupid!” snapped Harriet.
	“Does he—” queried Heather.  She was a product of 1960s parents; braided hair, into flowers, peace, tranquility, natural foods, clean living.  Also a virgin and had only seen wee little lads naked.
	Charlotte remained in repose, shoulders back, stoic face.  For thirteen she was small in size—about the size of an eleven year old!  Though not a child of the 60s, she wore her raven dark hair in twin braids like Heather.
	“Your brother does NOT have a twelve inch wiener!” popped Harriet.
	“Yes, he does.” Nodded Charlotte “Wednesday” Wiccked, born at Twelve Midnight in December, on Wednesday.
	“Prove it!” Harriet retorted angrily.
	Although Charlotte’s story telling was creepy—it was equally so that her brother knocked on the back door of the 6-person cabin.
	Charlotte’s brother, Benjamin “Friday”, stood grinning.  He was big boy, not fat, portly, or even chunky—he was just a big fella for fourteen.  He had a buzz cut hair and almost a legit flat top.  He sauntered in and looked the girls over.  It was a camp policy for boys to be in a girl’s cabin—especially at the late hour.
	“What’s up?” he asked.
	“They want to see your snake.”
	Ben nodded—he already knew that and proceeded to “whip it out.”
	Some girls shrieked; others stared in awe as the boy hauled out his lengthy prong.  To measure it—it was not quite 12 inches, but it was much more than the average fourteen year old boy should have.  And thick, too!
	“Holy shit!” blurted Heather.
	Other comments came; Ben grinned and masturbated slowly encouraging his cock to grow and be stronger.  The girls one-two-three-four-five were mesmerized.  Charlotte’s eyes twinkled; they were coal black and illuminated with a curious light flickering within.  A smile did waver on her lips—it wasn’t a good “happy” smile but more of the evil kind.
	“Well?” asked Benny.
	Charlotte smiled and sat straight; her coal dark eyes focused on Harriet.
	“Take—off—your—clothes.” she said.
	Charlotte disliked Harriet—a lot.  The disliked girl was snooty, uppity, a better-than-you attitude.  She always got the lead in any play, came from a very well-to-do family, and was way-way too pretty.

	Harriet Buckmoon stood and slipped off her white knit camp shirt; shucking of her red camp shorts followed.  Benny masturbated harder, leering and lusting all the while.  Harriet continued her disrobing, dropping her bra and sliding down her pink high leg cut panties.
	Benny nodded his head very approvingly.
	None of the other cabin girls said word one or made any emotions.
	“Lay—down.”
	Harriet sat down on her bunk and “laid down” width wise.
	Benny’s eyes feasted on the girl’s nakedness; there was just a light coverage of poon pie hair and he moved to it (almost desperately).  Charlotte did nothing but remain in a calm state.  Her eyes did move to the other girls; Heather, Elaine, Jolene, Sarah.
	“Take—off—your—clothes.” She directed her electronic mind altering device to the hippie girl, Heather.  Heather made a face, a scowl; but then she pulled off her non-camp shirt and bra.  She paused and Charlotte had to reiterate her electronic command.
	Shucking down her purple panties and standing upright nude and Heather looked delicious!  Well, to the well-seasoned pervert.  Benny was chowing down on Harriet’s cunt; licking, lapping, and driving his tongue into the recess of her cunny.
	“Can I fuck her?” Benny asked.
	“I dunno, can you?” snipped Charlotte.
	Benjamin chuckled and slapped his cock against the girl’s cunny—just like Zombie Johnny did in Charlotte’s telling of an old local Indian legend of Indians who drank water from some mysterious spring and turned zombie.
	Harriet made a gasp as Benjamin’s mighty dong entered her.  He slapped it all about the cunny tenderizing it before making entry.  Gobs of gooey cum already soiling the piss hole.  Charlotte had perfect viewing of the act and sat gloating to herself being very satisfied—in a morbid sort of way.
	Slowly and did Charlotte move to Harriet—ONTO Harriet specifically.
	Harriet was moaning as Benny entered her—he had not yet gotten all of his almost abnormal schlong into her cunny (and it had been two minutes already!)  The Wiccked boy pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in.  On each push in he gained another inch.  Charlotte situated herself onto the distraught girl’s face, wiggling herself into position.  She then began to frig her nestling her hairless beaver onto the girl’s mouth and her asshole onto the girl’s nose.
	Benny giggled and slithered more of his amazing fuck stick into Harriet.
	Charlotte displayed a face indicating something amazing of her own.
	Pffffffrt!
	She farted.
	Another butt blast and Harriet was gagging.  Her “awareness” became high and she began to freak out.  Too late; Charlotte was nested nicely on the girl’s face cleaning her thighs tightly to the girl’s head; brother Benny had most of his cock into her pussy and had begun to pump.  The brother and sister looked into one another’s face.  Benny had a plain devil-may-care expression, kind of comical, whimsical—with a hint of maniacal menace.
	Charlotte’s face was plain, deathly white, calm with mysterious eyes.
	After mustering another gas blast, Charlotte maneuvered herself whereas her pussy was right on her victim’s mouth.  ‘eat me out’ she said strongly via her small EMAD.  Harriet was out of her mind but controllable.  The concept of “eat me out” was elusive.  Charlotte schooled the unknowing girl and after a couple of tries success!
	Benny was almost ALL THE WAY IN!  The thirteen year old Harriet was experiencing emotions on levels she had never experienced before.  Benny’s invading cock masterfully brought her to the brink of orgasmic bliss—then erupted her emotions with tingling sensations not unlike an allergic reaction.
	Harriet began to freak.
	Benny’s face was smug as he drove his powerful fuck stick into her cunt.
	Charlotte was in a realm of private ecstasy; she trembled some, farted, and began to “cum.”  Harriet was out of her mind.  Her screams, though, were muffled by Charlotte’s bald cunt.  The stench of Charlotte’s funk was reaching into her mind clouding her vision and emotions.  Charlotte wiggled and flooded Harriet’s face with her essence.
	Benjamin got his nut—and then some!
	“Goddamn, sis!” chuckled Benny, “That was a good one!”
	Charlotte fluttered—all over!  Her nipples were hard and her lips were quivering.  She was speechless!  Her brother smiled and moved onto the bunk positioning himself behind his sister.  Usually and Charlotte was in charge and made all the decisions with Benny following.  This time and Benny found himself in charge and told his sister to “lay down.”
	She did.  Her mind, her body, her soul was wrecked in a sea of sexual turmoil.  Her brother began spanking her lily white ass with his cum soaked cock.  Harriet’s eyes bulged as she got a up close and way too personal view of a boy’s junk.  Benjamin smacked Charlotte’s ass until it was no longer “lily white” but tomato red.  Then he slithered his bone into the girl’s pooper.
	Harriet’s eyes bulged even more—mostly in unbelief that what she was seeing was happening.  She screamed again—this time, though, her mouth was filled with Benny’s hairless balls.  The boy entered ALL THE WAY into his sister’s shitter and fucked her well for several minutes before cumming off.

	The hour was late, just after 3AM.  Whimperings came from several sources, even from Charlotte!  Benjamin gloated smugly as he looked over the group.  He lit up a doobie then offered it to his sister.  After fucking her asshole he had turned her over and as she lay on Harriet still fucked her cunt, too!  Harriet’s face was already covered with Charlotte’s cunt cheese; then, Benjamin’s cock grease from Charlotte’s butt fucking; THEN, Charlotte and Benjamin’s combined orgasmic juices!  Harriet’s mind was blown—like the head gasket of a motor—gone.  Unrepairable; disabled, thrashed, bashed, flambasted.
	The other girls fared a little better—they had been spanked, fingered, and well fucked by Benjamin’s amazing dong.  Charlotte had the mind altering device that had very few abilities and she dinked with their minds to accept their fate as being sexually accepting.  Other than that and Charlotte herself wasn’t the same.
	Harriet was never the same; mindless.  She preferred a new way of life—nudity!  She blatantly masturbated and wanted cum baths, spanked, and royally fucked hard with a candlestick rammed in her butt.  Her beleaguered parents sent her to a convent.  The remaining cabin girls fared better.
	Charlotte wasn’t herself for a long time after returning home.  Her brother had no lingering effects and often tried to “help” his sister—usually by spanking her via his hare hand, a belt, paddle, or his amazing lengthy hard cock.  He was able to tantalize her pussy well enough to get her to cum but it still took some time before she “came around” and was more herself.  When she was back to herself she took a belt to her brother’s ass, electrocuted his balls, and shoved a large diameter candlestick infused with hot pepper relish.  It was back to normalcy for Charlotte and Benjamin.
	The following year…
	Camp Wherethefukawee; cabin 12
	“Zombie Johnny slowly rises up from the blood soaked floor; on the cement table Anna screamed—but only the disembodied members of her friends heard her.  Zombie Johnny climbed up onto the cement table, undone his pants and unleashed his 12 inch cock.”
	“Oh my God!” uttered Cynthia Rueiz, “Twelve inches?”
	“No way!” said Laurie Lankiss.
	“No boy has a 12 inch cock!” stated factly Elaine Hurtzgoode.
	Charlottle Wiccked smiled, “My brother does.”
	“No way!”
	“Way.”
	“Prove it!”
	Charlotte wavered a slight smile; then there was a knock on the backdoor of the cabin…

*

Independent Pervert at Large!
	The two girls, nine years young each, giggled and blushed as they watched the horse they shared pee.  Pepper the Wonder horse was not a normal horsey and was a bit on the small side, he had some “gypsy” in him evident by the extra furry feet; also some pinto and Shetland which the latter gave possible cause to his smallness.
	Anyways, he had to pee and the girls giggled.
	While he peed—he tooted.
	The girls gushed and giggled even more.
	“I do that, too!” chirped nine year old Katey Anne.  Pepper was partly her horse ‘cause she had partly paid for him at a local barn auction.  Her best friend, Emily Sue, paid the other half.  Katey Anne’s father would pay some feed bills while Emily Sue’s father would help on any veterinarian bills.
	The girls had earned extra money making crafts and selling lemonade to get a blanket for Pepper, bridle and bit and other horsey things also came about via gifts from their parents, siblings, and other.  Pepper had a stall at Katey Anne’s home, which was a farm and suitable for housing horses.  A huge area of vast green hills, fields, a stream here, a creek there, woods over there was the girls’ backyard and where they roamed before and after acquiring Pepper.
	It was far easier to roam the “backyard” on horseback.
	Security risks were known, EMADs were rampant as were still the common low life scum sucking perverted whacko extraordinaire.  Still, the girls, though young and “girls” were allowed to go roaming UNSUPERVISED!  A false sense of proverbial security there.  Boys of most ages, especially twelve and older, were generally allowed to go roaming the backcountry but girls were different.  And how!  But equipped with the latest technology to prevent EMAD attacks and use, tracking devices, and 2-way communication via handi-talkies the girls were allowed regardless.  Partly ‘cause the “backcountry” was deemed pretty safe; there were other natural hazards that could fail the girls—hidden mines, bees, tripping, sudden storm, going too far, and so on.  The backcountry was miles and miles of lush greenery, hills, streams, and a total lack of peoples.  Just some cows, deer, a badger, and other assorted critters normally associated with “backcountry.”
	So, Pepper stood there with his willy hanging down-down-down and peeing up a storm.  Then he tooted.  The girls were beside themselves laughing.  Katey Anne was with very nice light brown hair, brown eyes, and a bit lumpy on the chest.  She had small teeth and a very nice smile that enlightened her face.  Her best friend since kindergarten had the blond hair and blue eyes (and was also slightly lumpy.)
	Riding off towards the nearby woods and meandering along a stream, the girls sang a song having no cares in the world whatsoever.  They were nine!  What did they have to care about!?
	Upon approaching Shepherd’s Shack the girls dismounted Pepper and walked casually up to the door.  The shack was—a shack.  It served to watch over herds of sheep in the spring—a herder did the watching, the shack served him for shelter.  It was nestled between two rolling lush hills with some a grove of woods 200 yards behind.
	Emily Sue Anne knocked.
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK!
	“What are you doing,” Katey Anne asked, “no one’s home.” she chastised her friend—but was wrong on the “no one’s home.”
	Emily Sue shrugged, “Just a habit,” she said, “I knock on all doors now ‘cause I’ve walked in on my brothers naked playing with themselves.”
	Katey Anne was an only child while Emily Sue had as many as four brothers; three older and one younger.  Sometimes that was ok—sometimes not.  Katey Anne sometimes wished she had brothers or sisters—then being around Emily Sue’s family and she changed her mind.
	Opening the door and the girls were confronted with a man.
	The girls’ shriek was quick; the man had a handgun and it quickly silenced them.  No, not for that reason (“BANG!  BANG!”) but that the man wielding the common cowboy sidearm wavered the weapon catching their attention.  He ushered the girls in and they were petrified.  The door was shut and the girls began to wail.
	“Shut it!” demanded the man.  He was not very tall, just a cunt hair or two under 2meters/6ft.  Thin, wiry, in need of a shave—and a bath!  He looked the part of a common day cowboy; well worn dusty boots, jeans, an off-red shirt with a tan open vest.  The red bandana that had been about his neck he used to wipe his face of sweat.
	Katey Anne noted the eyes; “like glistening steel” she said (later.)
	Emily Sue noted that he had a big nose and big ears.
	He also had a big dick.
	The shepherd’s shack had two windows, one on each of the left/right walls.  There was an old style pot bellied stove, two counters with one having a sink with a water pump.  A bed was against the back wall—and that was about it.  There was a sack of potatoes and some carrots; an small empty crate, a lantern, shovel, a box of spent soup cans and other assorted trash, and a well worn/read book on “thermal dynamics”.
	There, too, was a couple of old country style chairs and a wooden wire spool used as a table.  Cowboy motioned the girls to the bed.  They braced—and waited.
	“Ok,” the man said with a slight drawl, “this ‘ere’s hows it going to go.”
	The two petrified girls held their breath—Katey Anne’s eyes were on the man cold steely eyes, Emily Sue’s eyes were on the man’s unwavering Colt.
	“Yer gonna do what I tells you to do—the easy way,” then he snarled, “or the hard way.” He didn’t explain and neither frightened girl wanted him to.
	And Emily Sue peed.
	“The easy way,” the man supplied, “is for you to do what I say,” pause for dramatic effect, “the hard way—I shoot you and do to you what I want anyways.”
	Katey Anne peed.
	Both girls had stopped wailing and were dejected.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	“Oh shit.” blurted Katey Anne.
	Cowboy slowly sat on the chair—his cold steel eyes staring the girls down.
	“That’s the easy way.” he said.
	“W-what are you going to do—after?” asked Katey Anne.
	Cowboy said nothing and let the imagination of the girls go rampant.
	Emily Sue clutched herself—and let her bladder go rampant.
	Katey Anne gulped, had an emotional moment of cringing then undone her powder blue jeans with embroidered butterflies all over them.  Emily Sue was too emotional to do much more than cling to herself, cry, and pee.  Katey Anne was greatly upset but had reached a plateau whereas she could “deal with it” and hope for the best after.
	The man’s cold eyes shifted from Katey Anne to Emily Sue.
	Emily Sue wailed all the more.
	Katey Anne had undone her jeans—but paused doing anything else.
	“Take off your shirt.” Cowboy said flatly.
	Katey Anne nodded and complied.  Easy!
	“Boots.” said the gun wielding man.
	The girl sat on the lumpy funky bare mattress and slipped off her boots.
	“Pants.”
	Katey Anne squeezed her eyes tight squeezing out a few more tears.  Nervously she pushed her pants down.  Involuntarily she clenched herself—then waited.
	“Any time, sweet heart.” drawled the man to Emily Sue.
	Emily Sue gulped and cringed, “I cant!” she wailed.
	“Yes you can!” said a more calmer Katey Anne.  “Just do it!”
	It took a little more doing, a few more “just do it’s” before Emily Sue pulled off her shirt and boots.  Shucking her turquoise jeans, though—that was a toughie.
	Cowboy leaned back in the squeaky chair—mindful that it was old and not likely to hold his weight for too much longer.
	“Take her pants down.”
	Katey Anne shot him a look.
	“What?”
	“Get her pants down—now!”
	Nervously and did Katey Anne follow thru.
	Nervously and did Emily Sue let her.
	The girls then stood clad in very wet pissed in panties.  Katey Anne had light blue undies with colorful animals dancing all over them.  Emily Sue had light red panties, plain (and very wet.)
	Katey Anne shucked off her feet her jeans—as per command of the cowboy.  She was still emotional but was able to hold it together—as opposed to her friend who had totally lost it.
	Waiting a few minutes more and Cowboy scratched an itch—crotch itch at that.  Then, casually, he slipped off his boots, stretched, farted, then licked his lips looking thoughtfully at the girls—specifically Emily Sue.
	He sighed, let out his breath, farted again, yawned, then shifted his eyes to Katey Anne.
	“Get ‘em off.” he said simply.
	Katey Anne had already pushed her panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them to be completely naked and vulnerable.  Emily Sue was frozen.  Slowly did Katey Anne take her friend’s soiled panties down then carefully albeit clumsily lift one leg and then the other freeing them of her clothes.
	“Excellent!” jeered the cowboy, “Easy!”
	Now, the hard part.
	Standing up and the girls froze watching the man remove his clothes.  One article at a time.  The girls’ eyes bulged wider than all outdoors when the man pushed down his underwear—and stood with a raging boner (bigger than all outdoors!)
	“Holy shit!” blurted Katey Anne.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” blurted Emily Sue, “It’s bigger than my brothers!”
	Nice to know.  Brothers?
	With a little snicker, Cowboy said, “On your knees.”
	Oh shit!
	Very nervously the girls complied.  Cowboy stroked his raging boner then stepped towards the girls.  Katey Anne’s eyes bulged, Emily Sue shut hers.
	“You continue to do things I say the easy way and you want get hurt.”
	Katey Anne took that to heart; Emily Sue wailed—but just a little.
	“Either of you SUCK a dick before?” let alone see one so up close.
	Katey Anne gulped, “Yes.”  Boys out in the nearby woods, peeing, skinny dipping, playing with themselves.
	Emily Sue sighed; her emotions were still rampant, her pretty eyes were locked onto the man’s manhood.  She had brothers.  Older and younger and she had seen them all naked.  The older boys blatantly exposed themselves AND played with themselves.
	She was still a virgin, though.
	“All you have to do,” said lowly the cowboy, “suck it.”
	Neither girl was into that venture.
	“Suck it and I’ll give you fifty dollars—each!”
	This was new.
	Katey Anne reared her head back, mouth open, eyes blinking, mind thinking.
	“My brothers try to get me to do that,” said Emily Sue, “but they don’t offer to pay me!” it was worthy considering—seriously!
	It took a little more convincing, and fifty more dollars each! before they complied.  Katey Anne made a face as she bobbed her pretty head back and forth.  She retched and commented “It tastes like cheese!” string cheese to be exact.
	After a few bobs up and down the cock was offered to Emily Sue.
	Strangely, Emily Sue performed the act without so much disgust.
	She did retch and gag but otherwise slobbered on Cowboy’s dong just fine.
	Afterwards—
	“Ok, now—” smirked smugly the man, “lay down.”
	But only Katey Anne, for Emily Sue he had her get on all fours.
	Then,
	Katey Anne thought she would freak the fuck out as the man put his mouth down on her pussy.  He began licking her there, sucking, and driving his tongue inside her!  Katey Anne stared up to the rafters of the shack, clutched her clothing she lay on, and experienced strange and unique feelings that great confused and confounded her.
	Then the cowboy was moving up grinding his slobbered on cock against her cunny.
	“Oh my God!” uttered the girl as she suddenly realized for sure what was about to happen to her.  Her breathing increased and she began to wail.
	“I don’t want to be raped!” she cried out.
	Regardless of what she wanted, the cowboy grinded his fill then entered.
	Katey Anne made a quick yelp as she was penetrated; her eyes bulged and her mind—totally frapped.  She couldn’t believe what was happening to her and confusing thoughts plagued her.  The cowboy drove his cock into her bringing her to strange feelings she had never known.
	Cowboy pumped slowly—at first.  Then had to step up the pumping as it was a man thing to do and he was virtually not in control of his actions.  He did pull out to hump the girl’s slit, grind hard, then re-entered to complete the deed.
	All the while he pumped, beside them and Emily Sue wept—she knew her turn was coming.  The cowboy caressed her ass, patted it, and fingered her hole.  That drove him to cum a river in Katey Anne and satisfy him greatly.  Again he pulled out to hump the girl’s slit.  Using her panties he cleaned off his cock and wiping down the fresh fucked cunt the cowboy sidestepped to Emily Sue.
	Emily Sue braced, clenched, and enticed the cowboy behind.
	Cowboy patted the girl’s pooched upward butt, parted her cheeks even more and then applied his tongue to her clenching hole.  This caused the girl to let out a shriek.  Katey Anne was barely aware—she was lost in her own tormented thoughts.  The cowboy gripped Emily Sue’s hips and seriously got after licking out the very-very virgin pooter hole.
	Just as he was about to cum off in Emily Sue’s crap chute—
	(insert horsey sound here)
	Cowboy made a hasty escape.
	The shepherd’s cabin door opened and there was the county sheriff, a deputy, Katey Anne’s father and Emily Sue’s father, along with one of her older brothers.  All got a helluva view of the two missing girls; Katey Anne was on her back, naked; her legs were tied outward by rope and it was evident that she had been well fucked—blood and cum on her bald pussy.  Emily Sue was on all fours, face down and ass up; rope holding her legs outward, too.
	The “cowboy” was nowhere in sight.

	Thru the grove of pines and cedars there was an open field; beyond that was a larger grove of trees some one hundred feet higher in elevation.  In the middle was a small pond frequented by teenagers.  Cowboy dismounted his horse (hidden behind the shepherd’s shack when Katey Anne and Emily Sue rode up) and saw the small clutch of teens naked.  They had been swimming.  They also had been drinking beer and whiskey along with smoking marijuana.
	Cowboy let them be and went on his way.

*
Boundless love
	She had a lot going for her—a good shapely body, pear shaped titties, a great smile, good personality, and beginning her career as a cheerleader.  She wore make-up (when she could get away with it); sometimes overdid it with the baubles and assorted jewelry, and often wore layered clothing—even in the summer!  But all in all, Vanesa Elbatux was a fine young lady.  She was thirteen and suddenly had the eye of her older brother, Theo.

	Theo was fifteen, freshman at high school; friendly, outgoing, loved sports, and “loved” his sister.  Loved his sister.  That had endearing connotations.  As children they naturally engaged in the “touchy-feely” aspect of their relationship.  As they got older they were satisfied with seeing one another naked.  Theo, though, often jerked off pleasing himself thinking of fucking out and out fucking Vanesa.
	Unbeknownst to Theo, Vanesa often had torrid thoughts about him!
	One night it happened.
	What happened?
	For a time, maybe it was something in the air, but for a time—a week, two weeks, a month—Theo and Vanesa had been “exposing” themselves more and more.  Riskily going about naked—usually at night.  From the bathroom after a shower or downstairs of their brownstone home in Brooklyn Heights, New York, to the kitchen for a snack.
	Something in the air.  More than risking getting caught by their professional parents; a doctor AND a lawyer!  There were “looks”, glances, and something familiar likened to young lovers.  But Theo and Vanesa were NOT young lovers—they were brother and sister!
	But still there were glances, smiles, blushings, and brushing up against one another.  At one time they were “brushing against one another” and suddenly found themselves holding hands.  Theo was a little taller than his sister and gazed down into her brown eyes.  They could hear the other’s heart beating.  The hour was late, 10PM.  Other assorted family members were elsewhere, some in bed.  No one was in the kitchen so the time seemed right.
	For what?
	To kiss.
	More than a friendly brother/sister kiss.  Much more.  Much.
	The brief peck on the lips lingered and soon the two were deeply entrenched in Frenching.  From holding hands they were roaming the other’s body.  Their passion began to escalate.  And just when something more was about to happen—
	“Vanese?  Are you in here?” older sibling Denise came hunting up her sister.
	Theo made a hasty disappearing act—straight to the bathroom where he jerked off into the toilet.  Very-very muchly had he been close to throwing his sister onto the breakfast table and doing the naughty right then and there!
	Later on that night, after midnight, the two met again—in the hallway making for the bathroom.  They made the bathroom where Vanesa said,
	“Pick up where we left off?” it was totally out of character for her character.
	Theo, though, smiled, and they embraced resuming where they had left off.
	And right as Vanesa was working her brother’s cock into a glorious head of steam—
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK! and a pesky voice asked,
	“Are you going to be in there all night?” once more—Denise.
	Busted.  No way out.
	Theo flung himself into the bathtub/shower closer the vinyl curtain.
	Vanesa flushed the toilet then opened the door.
	“Do you mind?” she said angrily, “There’s other bathrooms in this house you know!?” and she thundered past her sister making for her own room leaving Denise in a bit of a wonderment funk.
	“I thought Theo was in here.”

	Theo lay petrified in the bathtub—his heart was beating fast and his cock was hard-hard-hard.  What if Denise caught him?  What if she wanted to take a shower?  He heard her on the toilet peeing—and that kind of made matters worse.
	If she caught him in the tub—with an erection…
	Hmmm  could he pass it off as a perversion—a brotherly thing?  He was laying there listening to his sisters peeing?
	She farted, too.
	Then she seemed to be lingering—was she taking a dump, too?
	‘Get off the pot, already!’ bitched Theo to himself.
	Finally there was a flush—then more lingering as she paused to wash her hands at the sink, fart, and do something to her face (popping a zit!)  The only light on was the nightlight.  It was sufficient and no need for the piercing ceiling light.
	At last she left leaving the door open askew signaling to others that the bathroom was free to use.  JUST AS Theo was rising—
	In waltzed the youngest member of the family, Trudy.
	She had to pee.
	Theo lay as still as possible slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y masturbating.
	He thought of Denise firstly—they had seen one another naked but had not engaged in the touchy-feely aspect of their relationship.  He thought of Trudy, too.  She was eleven and he had seen her naked many-many times.  They, too, were not into the touchy-feely relationship.
	But Theo would like to!
	Anyways, the girl finished up her business, farted, washed her hands, then left the bathroom.  Theo completed the task at hand then scurried to his room.  Just as he laid down—
	KNOCK  KNOCK  KNOCK and a voice whispering “meet in the basement!”
	Good choice. 
	Hurriedly and did Theo race to the basement door.  His sister was already there waiting.  She was giddy and smiling and oh so pretty!  Theo, an African-American, had many white friends, Asian, one Hawaiian—
	But it was black girls that got Theo’s rocks rolling.  There were many white girls he liked, some were young and some were too young.  He jerked off thinking of those girls, all ages, colors, sizes.  He wasn’t prejudice but he tended to lean more to black girls—and his sister fit the bill.  She was young, black, and most of all—willing!
	In the basement where the houses utilities were; washer/dryer, water heater, electrical box, brother and sister made for the area beneath the stairs.  It was dark there, cool, and most of all—private!  It was unlikely that they would be disturbed—and if so, they would have plenty of opportunity to hide as the stair steps above them squeaked.
	There was little light in the finished basement; from a nightlight, clock on the wall that glowed in the dark, and the microwave.  The basement also was a part “man-cave” having a pair of sofas, lounge chairs, coffee table, and a large flat panel TV.
	“Well,” said Vanesa, “here we are.”
	The two lovers pressed themselves together, their eyes staring into the other’s soul.  Theo held his sister, caressing her shoulders before making for her back.  The two were clad in their pajamas—but not for long.
	As Theo caressed his sister’s backside, his sister caressed something of his.
	“Ooooh!” she giggled, “Look what I found!”
	Theo’s cock engorged fully in his sister’s grip.  Slowly she moved her clasp up and down the hardened member—having torrid thoughts of wonderment of wondering what it would be like (inside her!)
	In one fluid swoop and did Theo remove his sister pajama top.  No bra.
	Caressing her breasts as she caressed his cock and their passion escalated.
	Down came Theo’s pajama bottoms—no underwear.
	Down went Vanesa’s pajama bottoms.  No panties.
	Theo’s fingers began to explore his sister’s quim.  She quivered (all over) and her cunny already “moist” became even more so.  Then they kissed.  Their passion heated to the boiling point and their lip locked fueled their unnatural desires.
	In an act of heated passion mixed with some clumsiness, the two fell onto the floor with Vanesa on top.  Their young teen bodies meshed and Vanesa began to grind her burning cunny against her brother’s amazing cunt pleasing cock.  Theo clasped his hands to his sister’s soft smooth ass—it was burning as hot as his dong!
	Then, Vanesa moved her hips up; Theo moved his cock up.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Vanesa, “Are we actually going to do it?”
	Theo chuckled, “We ARE doing it!”
	And so they were.