August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 39
And the Saga Continues
Uneven Decent
(into indecency)

How green is my Christmas
	Charles Green lay out on his bed in his room playing with his favorite toy; his dick.  And all the while he toyed with his dick he lay dreaming and/or fantasizing about that pretty little red haired girl at his school.  She was so cute!
	She was practically all he thought about; especially after one day she forgot herself (maybe) and did some somersaults, handstands, twists, jumps, cheerleader stuff—all the while wearing a short green dress!  To say the least and she gave the boys of her elementary school a show!
	Dat ass!  Crisp clean white panties!  And she always had the scent of oranges about her.  Her voice—an angel’s voice; she could sing, she could charm, and Charlie wondered if she farted?
	He had no choice but to pound his pud harder.  The cute little redhead had a nice-nice ass.  Nice.  His thoughts were of the wicked kind, he wanted to rub his hard boner against that ass, slap it, spank it, fuck the crease.  And as much as he wanted cock action against that girl’s ass—he wanted to kiss it, too!  He did!  He wanted to part her cheeks and “examine” closely her pert little funk hole.
	Just as he was about to shoot that milky white stuff that sometimes went almost to the ceiling and his little pesky pest of a sister racedd in.  She was butt bare assed naked!  She was also wet from head to toe.
	“What the fuck!?” Charles said angrily bolting straight up.
	“Charles!” cried out the eight year old, “the bathtub’s running over.”
	And she couldn’t stop it.
	“Shit.” bitched Charlie.  His dick remained semi hard but the rising cum shot had diminished.  Shit.
	Pulling up his clothes he followed his naked sister into the hall bathroom finding as she had stated, a running over bathtub.  The handles were stuck and were just about too much for Charlie to master.  But he did.
	It wasn’t until AFTER the crisis had been somewhat averted that he noticed his naked sibling.  Not the first time, mind you, that Charles Green had seen his sister naked, but now that he was on the verge of being a man—or a teenager, the thought processes were churning up the deviancy in the sexual realm.
	Sister or no, the thoughts he was having were illicit.  Even narly!
	Maybe it was the low light in the bathroom, the pretty ten year old with blond hair in curls, shinning blue eyes, dripping wet, and naked, but Charles’ recently downplayed cock began to rise.  He was twelve, almost thirteen.  And he was capable of achieving dramatic orgasms.  There were “emissions” that usually came all over his hand but there were others occurring during the night soiling his underwear and also the bed.  Once he learned how to jerk off to sate his orgasmic juices things were a little better.
	They’d be better if he could spill his seed on a girl, though.  Much better.
	But no girl had he, he had his sister.
	A little disgruntled at the lack of nookie prospects,
	“Better grab the mop.”
	Sally nodded, her eyes of blue shinned and Charles got all the harder.
	“Gee whiz, Charles,” smirked the young sibling, “your boy part sure is big!”
	Charles looked down and it sure was big!  He had short brown walking/hiking shorts on, cargo shorts in other words, and his erection was very dramatically defined within.
	“Why did you put your clothes on,” she asked un-timidly, “I already saw you naked!” she said factly and not embarrassed.  “Plus I’ve seen you raw plenty of times!”
	True, but …
	“Yeah,” said Charles, “but you’re not supposed to.”
	“Big deal!” shot Sally, “Lemme see it again!”
	Charles was shocked by her demand.  And although he really-really-really wanted to, there was hesitation.  But then again, “what the fuck?” she HAD already seen him playing with himself.  ‘Big deal!’ her words.
	So, down came the shorts and tidy whiteys and there it was for her to gawk at.
	“Damn, Charlie,” said the girl with eyes gleaming, “it sure IS big!”
	Such thoughts he was having!  All narly.  Very narly.
	“Well, so-so now you have to let me see you!” stammered an embarrassed Charles.
	Sally looked to him strangely, “Here I am!” she declared thinking her brother was a being a bit of a dimwit.
	“No, I mean, I mean lay down, spread your legs.  Let me get down where I can REALLY see you!”
	“Ooooooh!” Sally said smiling.

	She laid out on the wet floor, spread her legs, and giggled as her brother clumsily got out of his clothes to be as naked as she.  Then the boy with the short cropped dark hair got on his knees and leaned down on his elbows between her legs.
	Pussy.
	It was bald.
	It had a slit.
	It was ready to fuck—so claimed Charles.
	Charles felt faint, he felt his heart beating harder, his cock got harder, and his thoughts went into the torrid zone.  He was nearly a teen, Sally was nearly eleven; could he?  Could he violate his sister?  In his mind he already was.
	“Did you have a nice look?” Sally asked.
	Charles sat up handling his cock; Sally sat up,
	“Can I do that?”
	“Do what?”
	“Play with your boy thingy.”
	Charles couldn’t think.  How long he had wanted a girl to play with his “boy thingy.”  That red headed girl, the blond, the other red headed girl, the girl with the long body, almost thirteen herself, had beautiful blond hair—every one of them he deeply fantasized playing with his boy part.
	With no answer from her big brother Sally took the initiative placing her fingers about his cock.  She squeezed it first then moved her hand near expertly UP and then DOWN squeezing and then letting go all the while.
	“Goddamn,” blurted Charlie, “that feels good!”  it was far-far better to play with his toy with a girl’s hand.  Far-far better.
	Then she blew his mind by blowing his cock!
	Putting her soft childish lips about his glistening nob sent him into a euphoric world he had never experienced before.  Then the girl further shocked him by going up and down his shaft—with his shaft IN HER MOUTH!  As she sucked-sucked-sucked she cupped his fuzzy nads, too!
	“Goddamn, Sally,” spouted Charles, “where the fuck did you learn THAT from!?” surely not something they taught in grade school.  Surely not.
	“From Amos!”
	“From AMOS!?”
	Amos van Peelapetenov—his best friend.  It was a stunning revelation; the boys had discussed in lurid detail about sex, but mostly the straight forward stuff.  Charlie really had no clear concept of how sex was accomplished; he got the gist of the deed of a guy positioning himself between a girl’s legs and inserting his prong therein, but that was about it.
	And Amos was keeping the fact that he was putting his boner into his sister’s mouth to himself!  What the fuck!?
	Feeling that his balls were about to explode he pulled his dick’s skin taut at the base announcing, “I’m gonna cum!”
	Sally either didn’t hear him or cared.  She continued to suck-suck-suck until her brother was cumming—cumming—cumming.  The release was fantastic!  It WAS better blowing one’s load into a girl’s mouth.  He imagined that it was ten times that by unloading in a girl’s pussy.  Sure is!
	Just as he was cumming Sally pulled back and the cum blasted onto her cute eight year old face.  Charles felt his energy quickly diminishing.  But it was a hoot!  Now he was speechless.  
	When he was empty, Sally took his boy toy and rubbed it all over her sweet face.  She did!  And she didn’t seem to mind the cum spew.  No, not at all.
	“Goddamn, sis,” blurted Charles, “that was good!”
	Sally grinned, blushed, then farted.  Then,
	“And now it’s YOUR turn!”
	“MY turn?” quizzed Charles.
	“Yeah, lie down and I’ll sit on your face and wiggle.”
	“Sit on my face—”
	“And wiggle.”
	“And wiggle.”
	“Is that what Amos (the traitor) has you do?”
	“Yeah, only a couple of times,” she smiled and methodically fingered herself, “and sometimes I pee when he gets me excited.”
	Charles was floored.  He knew none of this.
	“You-you PEE—”
	“Yep, mmhmm, in his mouth.”
	Charles stood blinking his eyes excessively.  Then he shrugged, “Ok.”
	The bathroom floor was still very wet and scattered with bath towels.  There was a lot of clean ahead of them—but first!
	Sally squatted on her brother’s face and “wiggled.”  It was way weird for Charles.  Way.  But he kind of liked it!  He flicked his tongue to his sister’s quim and tasted her; there was a hint of salt and pee.  He wasn’t bothered by it and even licked her asshole!  What a treat!
	The girl’s cunt began to taste really good to him; either the “taste” or the act of licking.  Didn’t matter.  Charles didn’t care.  He licked, lapped, sucked, and drove his tongue into his sister’s crevice and found a new surge in his loins.

	Sally so noted his boy toy throbbing and took matters into her own hands—and mouth.  She had been sitting facing her brother, now she turned about facing the other way.  Charles was driving his sibling crazy with intense pleasures no eight year old should know about!  In turn, the girl lay down and began manipulating her brother’s tool.  Firstly with her delicate child-like hands and then her mouth.
	At length and there was some sort of “substance” leaking out of his sister’s cunt.  It wasn’t pee.  Whatever it was it enthused the nearly teenage cock and he drove his tongue furiously into her sex.  Meanwhile, his prick was saucing its way into her mouth.
	An explosion of cum rocketed into Sally’s mouth.  Her whole entire body quivered as her brother beneath her brought her to a level of ecstasy she should not have known at her age.  She shuddered and thought that she was indeed peeing on her brother—but it was not pee!
	The brother and sister engaged in frolics IN the bathtub; making more of a watery mess on the tile floor.  Sally sucked her brother some more but by this time the cum production had tapered off.  Fondling her brother’s balls, though, got him hard just the same.  Trying to lick out his sister’s cunt from under the water was a neat trick.  Didn’t work but it was fun trying!
	When done bathing and knowing that there pesky parents would be home soon, the two naked naughty siblings mopped the bathroom and dumped the wet towels into the washer.  There was no time to explore anything else—the pesky parents came home.

*
	Lucy watched her brother sitting on the floor, his thumb in his mouth and rubbing blue blanket against his cheek.  It was one of those when there didn’t seem to be anything better to do.  Then, from out of nowhere came Sprocket flying by Amos grabbing the boy’s blanket and running off with it.  The boy was eleven years old!  Let the blanket go!
	Lucy found the run by theft hilarious and roared with laughter as her little brother tumbled around on the floor.  She fell backward herself holding her stomach, her chubby legs up in the air, her white panties exposed for all to see—including the Charlie Green’s Beagle, Sprocket.
	The dog sauntered as he eyed the delectable before him.
	He dropped the prized blanket and sniffed.  The unusual pooch wore WW1 flying googles with a red scarf.  Not a normal dog.  
	Sticking his wet nose into the girl’s crotch, Lucy jolted with startled surprise.
	“What the fuck are you doing you dumb dog!?”
	Then suddenly she was brought to an awareness from her cunny that she had not experienced before.  She liked it!
	Looking across the room sat her brother.  He was a year younger.  Casually he had crossed the room, plucked up his blanket, and returned to where he had been sitting seemingly paying no attention to what Sprocket was doing—and what his sister was letting Sprocket do.
	Lucy gulped and checked her brother; he was in a world of his own.
	Good place for him!
	Sprocket was exploring all of Lucy’s cunt; she began to feel familiar feelings of tingling.  Slowly she pulled her panties to one side exposing fully her sopping wet pussy.  Sprocket went after it like he knew how—and he probably did!  The WW1 flying ace lapped the juices sending Lucy into her own world.
	Lucy felt faint and had unusual tremors.  It felt soooo good!
	Not knowing what bestiality was (and not caring) Lucy slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and cooed to the pet, “Alright, you started it, now finish it!”
	As he lapped the cunny to his delight Lucy could see his doggie dick exposed.  Sprocket attacked her cunt with his tongue not caring where it went.  Lucy didn’t care either!  His little red rocket was leaking its own juices, his prick already out of its sheath.  More juices from Lucy’s pussy led Sprocket into a greedy assault cumulating with lapping up the cunt’s spillage at her bung hole.
	Lucy was startled again, her asshole was forbotten!
	Laying on her back was not advantageous to “getting laid.”  Not by a dog.
	Sprocket had lapped and licked all he wanted and his doggie dick was ready to get in on the action.  And Lucy was not pushing him off!  Lucy spread her legs but the angle of the dangle just wasn’t there for a proper fucking.  Heatedly she began fingering herself with much vigor.  She needed dick and any dick would do.
	She had seen dogs doing the “doggie-style” and quickly rolled over, head down, ass up.  Sprocket mounted and jammed his cum squirting slicked up dick into her gash and got with the program.  It slipped in easily and fucking commenced.
	Fucked by a dog.  What a concept!  She thought she could feel her hymen being busted.  Then she thought she could feel the sensation of something else she determined was pee—or cum!  A strange thought came to her—‘can I get pregnant from a dog?’
	Giving birth to puppies.  What a concept!
	She ooooohed and aaaahed as Sprocket’s schlong rapidly fucked her.  His thrustings were wild and there was a unique smell she had never smelled before.  It sort of smelled like something burning.  Sprocket burrowed his pinkish doggie dong into her to the very end.
	A massive shot of dog cum squirted into her; droplets of doggie drool splashed onto her bare backside.  Lucy’s mind was in a blur; she tensed up as she endured her own orgasm.  The slaking bombastically blew her mind.  Her entire body shuddered as rivers of her own juices ran down her legs.
	As per the norm, Sprocket was “locked” into the human pussy.  He panted, gave a couple of thrusts more, wagged his little tail, and waited.  Lucy didn’t know about a dog locking up while fucking.  Her pussy trembled gushing more juices.  She lay collapsed on the hardwood floor; her mind blank, her body sweating, her pussy quivering.
	At length and Amos wandered over to get a closer looksee.
	Lucy almost glared at him.  She couldn’t utter word one, though—just glare.
	Taking his pants and underwear off he got on his knees before the collapsed sibling saying, “Suck me!”
	“Fuck you!” responded angrily Lucy, “Like I would suck my own brother’s dick!”
	“Like I would tell everyone about you and Sprocket!” service!
	“You fucking scum!” blackmailing scum.
	Amos smiled and masturbated his dick.
	“They wont believe you!” she stated.  Lob.
	“They don’t have to,” replied the brother, “just saying so can make people think and they can believe or not—regardless, the image would be there and the rumor would spread.” Match point.
	The blackmailing little fucker had a point; any rumor at all, even if true or not so, would spread throughout the community of peers, young and old.  Some would choose not to believe, others—well...
	Lucy took holt of her brother’s schlong, squeezed it—squeezed it again to make HER point (of disapproval) than took the member into her mouth.  From the onset it wasn’t so bad.  She might have sucked him if he asked—nicely—and not by the manner of which was blackmail.
	She sucked like a pro; she rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled into the piss slit, then went up and down slowly at first then feeling that he was approaching orgasm sucked harder and faster until indeed her very tonsils were coated with splashings of her brother’s jiz.
	“There,” she said smartly, “happy now?”
	By then Sprocket had unlocked himself from Lucy’s cunt and sat back licking his balls.
	“Yeah, that’ll do.” Amos replied.  “I’d like it some more often!”
	“I bet!” smirked Lucy.
	“You got two other holes I’d like to blast off in too.”
	“Fucker!”
	“That’s the plan!”
	Lucy shook her head and thought of something dastardly to do unto her blackmailing brother.  Maybe get him drunk and take a picture of HIM getting boned by the dog?
	After Amos left the room to his own room, Lucy sat up on the floor fingering herself watching Sprocket lick himself.  ‘disgusting’ said Lucy to herself.  Her pussy still felt tingly.  She made for the bathroom where she had herself a good ole pee.  Then it was in the shower to mostly wash her pussy.  With the handheld showerhead on PULSE she thrilled her sex with the pulsating jets sending herself into another flurry of “ooohs” and “ahhhhs”.  Then she made for her bedroom flopping herself onto her bed.  There she lay naked fingering herself into oblivion.  She thought of several boys from her class, as well as some from “other” classes—5th and 6th grade boys, even some junior high boys!
	But it came down to, strangely, her nemesis, Charlie Green.

*

What’s this white stuff sticking on me?
	“So whattya think about Christmas, Charles?”
	Charles shrugged, “I’d rather not jinx it by saying something negative or I’ll get a box of stupid underwear!”
	“True!”
	The boys were at the local Christmas tree lot looking for that “special” Christmas tree for their school play.  The boys were in charge of getting a tree, others were in charge of decorations, food, music, easy stuff.  Charles and Amos—Christmas tree.
	“And you’d better pick a good one, Charles Green,” mouthed off Lucy, “or I’ll pound you!”
	‘You can pound me anytime, Lucy bitch,” thought Charles that day, “on my cock!”
	“What?” said Amos apparently missing something.
	‘Shit.’ Then, “Sorry, was thinking out loud.”
	“That’s ok, mate,” smirked Amos, “I do that alla the time!”
	It was early evening and dark—damn dark.  Cold, too.  And flakes of snow had begun to descend upon them.
	“These trees are too much,” said Amos, “we’ve only got ten bucks.”
	And the trees the boys were wandering around in among were twice that.
	“Let’s look in the back.” Suggested Amos, although a year younger he was in the same class as Charles and his best friend.
	As soon as the boys came into the back area they spotted their prize.
	“Five dollars!” shouted Charles.
	“That’ll do.” said a less enthused Amos.
	It was a puny Christmas tree as far as Christmas trees go.  It wasn’t more than four feet tall and missing lots of limbs.  It also drooped to one side.
	“It needs water.” suggested Amos.
	“It needs love.” said Charles who always looked on the bright side of dim things.
	“Love and water,” said Amos, “I think we can manage that.”
	The boys dragged the sparse spruce to the man in charge of the lot.  He scowled at the boys and their pitiful tree.
	“Now what do you want with that!?” he said surprised.  “I was gonna throw it away!”
	“It’s five bucks, mister,” said Charles.
	“And that’s all we have.” said Amos.
	The lot owner wrinkled his nose, farted, tugged at his nose, farted again then nodded.  More snowflakes were falling and the temperature was dropping.
	“Tell you what I’ll do, I’ll let you have it for half price.”
	The honorable decent thing to do would have “given” the tree to the boys (but there’s no profit in “giving.”)
	Charles handed over a five dollars bill and got three dollars back.
	Charles, looking confused, looked up to the man who needed a shave…and a bath.
	“Merry Christmas, boys.” he said.  Then he farted again and went on to take the money from other Christians.
	The boys dragged their tree thru the lot.
	“Whattya think about that, Charles?”
	“I dunno,” replied Charles, “why’d you say we only had five bucks?”
	“I kinda figured he might give us a deal, being Christmas and all.  Besides, there’s the malt shop across the street.  I’m freezing and could use a cup of their hot chocolate.”
	As they made their way to the exit, Amos said to Charles, he said,
	“Have you had sex yet, Charles?”
	Charles was shocked at his friend’s question.
	“Uh, no, not really.” not counting his sister…
	“What about you?”
	Amos seemed sheepish and Charlie didn’t know how to say, ‘My sister has a big mouth—of which you’ve been in!’
	“Kinda.”
	A blowjob does not constitute sex—a president said so.

	The boys made it to the malt shop.
	“We’ll probably have to leave the tree out here.”
	“Somebody might take it.” complained Charles.
	“Who (the fuck) would want to steal it?” asked a grumpy Amos.
	Good point.
	Charles shrugged and the boys entered the shop of malts where they were greeted warmly by the warm air and sweet smell of sweets.
	As they enjoyed their heavenly malts,
	“About girls, Charles,” drawled Amos, “not counting your sister, how many have you seen—naked?”
	Charles slurped his peppermint malt, “Well, just a couple—not counting my sister.”  Strangely and Charles wasn’t even pissed off about his sister and Amos revelation.  Not even.
	“That’s all?” Amos said skeptically.
	“Dude!” sparked Charles, “I’m only twelve!”
	Amos nodded, “Ok.”
	“How many have YOU seen?” not counting sisters…
	“Uh—eight, I think.”
	“Eight!” holy shit; not bad for an eleven year old.
	“Can you spill any names—people I know?”
	Amos nodded, smiled, farted, and slurped his cinnamon laced malted.
	“Well, Cinnamon Cally, her weird friend Margo, a few girls from school.”
	“And Sally.” added Charles letting his BEST FRIEND know he knew.
	Charles was baffled.  He sat staring at his friend—his BEST FRIEND who had been apparently holding out on him.  WTF!?
	“Which girls from school?”
	“Well,” began Amos, “Arlene Buttootight, Beth Cunttooloose, Carlie Duntaskmeaboutmycunt, Debbie Eatme.”  There, too, was another girl but he didn’t say her name.
	“Soooo, like, did you do anything with them?”
	Amos giggled and sheepishly said with a blush,
	“Yeah.”
	Charles Green was green with envy.
	“Wow, l-like what?”
	“Well, with Cinnamon Cally and Margo, they’re lesbos by the way, we did just about everything we know to do.”
	Charles was stymied.  This was either bullshit or something else.
	Something else.
	“WHAT did you do?” pursued Charles in full wonderment (and disbelief.)
	“Well, after I found them making out in Cinnamon’s bedroom—”
	“You found them making out!” ‘where the fuck was I?’
	“Yeah, I was returning some books, her mom let me in, and when I went to her room—there she and Margo were—making out.”
	“What were they doing?” Charles needed clarity.
	“Well, they were topless and were laying on Cinny’s bed with their hands down inside each other’s shorts.”
	“Whoa—shit!”  then,
	“So what happened then?”
	“They were busted, and with Cinnamon’s mom downstairs, and a rocket in my pocket, I made it clear without saying much.”
	“What did you say?”
	“Just that “Hey, you’re MOM’s downstairs, I don’t think she would approve of you and Margo doing this.”
	The girls looked to one another with Margo being the most frightened.
	Cinnamon’s mom was a prominent teacher, won lots of awards, acted as a vice-principal and counselor, well respected in the community, bla-bla-bla.
	Margo’s mom was a lawyer.
	‘nuff said.
	Amos rubbed himself and boldly fished out his cock.  It WAS a rocket, hard and ready to blast off.
	The girls looked at the exposed dick, smiled, and Cinnamon Cally got on her knees before it.  Cinnamon tugged his shorts and underwear down (all the while the bedroom door was wide open!)  Then the girl began sucking instantly on his rocket.  Margo went to shut the door.  When she came back she got beside Cinnamon and they BOTH sucked his cock—and balls!
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” cried out Charles.
	“There’s more!”  after much ado about sucking the girls stripped off their clothes, Amos stripped off his.  The boy laid down and the girls—well, Cinnamon sat on his face facing down his body, Margo sat on his cock!  It didn’t go INTO her but close counts.  The girls then began re-kissing one another and Amos licked on Cinny’s pussy—and asshole!
	“Her asshole!?” Charles was astonished.  And way envious.
	“What happened next was—well, a little gross.”
	“Gross?  Tell me!”
	Amos chuckled, “Well, the girls got up off of me and Margo got on her hands and knees, face down—ass up.”
	It was a really nice ass as far as asses go.  Amos admired the twelve year old’s ass; Cinnamon smacked it, fingered the hole, spread the cheeks, and said to Amos, “Have at it.”
	“Have at it?” queried Charles, “What the fuck?” did that mean?
	“Well, first off I was to lick Margo’s hole.”
	“Lick her hole!”
	“Yeah, and then fuck it.”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” then, “Soooo, did you?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	Amos applied his lips to the girl’s puckered hole, lick-lick-lick, then, with Cinnamon’s guiding hand penetrated the not-quite-virginal cock into place.
	“Not quite virginal?  Whattya mean?”
	“Well, Cinnamon explained that they often shoved things up their holes.”
	“Things?”
	“Yeah, bananas, screwdriver handles, candles.  Shit like that.” Shit like that.
	Charles thought girls were weird to begin with—this revelation confirmed it.
	“So, anyways, after butt fucking Margo—my dick was dirty.” No doubt.
	Cinnamon took him across the hall to the bathroom and she herself washed his schlong; Margo stood nakedly loosely by checking for the all clear.  But Cinny’s mom was busy with her personal world of keeping up appearances—chattering with important people.
	After his cock was clean they returned to Cinnamon’s bedroom, shut the door, and—
	“And?”
	Cinnamon laid out on the floor, spread her legs, and began fingering herself.
	“Fingering herself!?” by now and Charles was blown away.
	“What’s that sound?” Amos said interrupting his story.
	It was Charles’ schlong hitting the underside of the table.
	But before Amos could get into Cinnamon Cally’s pussy with his cock, he had to get into her pussy with his tongue.  Been there.  Charles fondly recalled licking out his sister.  Amos said he enjoyed noshing at “Y” of Cinny’s cunny, 
	“It tasted kinda funny, but it was clean and really juiced up.”
	After licking—fucking!
	As Amos put it to Cinnamon, Margo firstly lay on her side, then her back fingering her pussy.  It turned Amos on (me too!) and he fucked Cinnamon all the harder.  Margo then got on her hands and knees, again, wiggling her ass.
	“I came off so hard in Cinny’s pussy!”
	And as Amos sat back recovering,
	“Come lick me clean!” Cinny said to Margo.
	Margo, a strange girl who spoke little, wore big thick glasses, wore her dark hair short like a boys, had beginning boobage, moved over and proceeded to lick the cum off of her friend’s cunt—all the while pooching her ass up right at Amos!
	So once more he fucked the girl’s ass.  Seemed the thing to do.
	Charles thought Margo a little weird, those big glasses, her odd manner of speaking.  She was very smart—which was why Cinnamon Cally had her as a friend, Cinnamon Cally WASN’T so smart and needed extra help in the classroom now and then.  Regardless of her weirdness Charles kinda/sorta wanted to fuck her.
	“Anything happen after that?”
	“Kinda, we took a shower together.”
	“Holy shit!  With her mom there?”
	“Yep!” smiled Amos.
	“And in the shower,” continued Amos, “you know what happens.”
	“What?” missing the obvious.
	“You pee.”
	After getting his dirtied dick clean the girls standing before him began to pee—standing up!  That was awesome.  And Amos whizzed on them, too!
	“Wow.” said Charles, “and you’ve done that with ALL those other girls?”
	Amos beamed but didn’t answer.
	“You bet!” possibly lying.
	“Sounds like you’ve done it all; pussy, mouth, asshole; taking a shower with them.  Sounds like you done it all.”
	“Well, not all.” 
	“What’s left?”
	Amos grinned, “Well, I haven’t sucked cock yet!”
	Holy shit!
	“Have you?” asked Amos.
	“No.” that concept hadn’t crossed his mind.
	“Would you like to?”
	“Would you?”
	Pause.  Long pause.  Longer pause.
	“Well, I kind of would like to—just for future reference or something when other kids are mouthing off about what it’s like to suck dick then I can set them straight and be in the know!” hmmm  uh—yeah.
	Their malts finished and the snow falling more and more the boys made for home.  And no, no one stole the depreciated Christmas tree.  A dog did pee on it, though.
	When they got to Charlie Green’s house they took the pitiful tree inside, set it in a water stand, hung a few lights and thru some tinsel on it.  A few ornaments and a star on top set it off.
	Then they stood back to admire it.  It still looked pitiful.
	“Lucy’s gonna knock your block off!” declared Amos.
	Probably.  Lucy was a bit of a bully, Cinnamon was a bit pushy.
	The boys scooted to Charles’ room, shut the door, then stripped off their clothes.  Amos got onto his knees in front of Charles and pulled on his friend’s not-so-hard cock.  Even after going down on his best friend, Charlie’s schlong remained somewhat flaccid.
	“Sorry, dude,” said Amos, “I guess I’m not stimulating you enough.”
	“Yeah, that’s it—I need stimulated.” and not by a guy’s mouth.
	Although it was pleasurable—it was still a guy’s mouth.
	“I have just the thing!” smiled a snickering Amos.
	“What’s that?”
	Amos produced from his pants’ pocket a pair of panties.
	“Whose are those?”
	Amos beaming a big smile, Debbie Eatme’s panties.”
	Debbie Eatme, she was the oldest girl in their class.  She was thirteen, had been for three months anyways, she had some bodacious ta-tas, great hair, and a great ass.
	That did the trick!  As Charles held Debbie’s panties and deeply fantasizing about her his puddling got hard-harder-hardest!  Amos returned to sucking it playing with his own puddling.
	Amos then really got into it—or Charlie got into Amos!  New sensations began to erupt.  He tried to compare getting sucked off on by his best friend or by his sister.  Tough call.  There really was no comparison.  He knew instinctively that getting sucked on by his sister was wrong.  But so was getting blown by one’s on best friend!
	Suddenly and there was an explosion.  Charles was cumming!
	He came in torrents flooding his friend’s mouth with a copious amount of cum.  Amos slurped and made odd noises as he devoured the cock.  His own cock was cumming off, too!  It would be too presumptuous to ask if good ole Charlie Green would service him.
	“Well, there you go,” said Charlie, “you’ve done it all!”
	Well, ‘cept take it up the ass…save that for another day.
	
*

Concerto:  requiem for a holiday
	Shamus concentrated on playing a bevy of carols; the Christmas kind.  He wasn’t paying attention to what Lucy was doing; he knew that she was crazy about him—also that she was crazy.  There was no time for such superficiality, though, there was his music.
	Suddenly and there was something going on more than music.
	From between his legs there was activity not of his own.
	It was Lucy!  And she was undoing the zipper to his pants!
	“Hey,” he almost shouted, “what the heck are you doing!?”
	“Thought that might be obvious.” She retorted.
	Shamus never missed a note, ‘cept that one when Lucy got his dick out.
	The piano was in the auditorium of the school, a practice session before the big performance in the coming days.
	Speaking of coming…
	Lucy expertly had a grip of his dick and was working it into a frenzy.
	Shamus missed another note but no one notice; there were a few kids of his class there plus some older ones mingling elsewhere.  Not a lot of light, not a lot of chaperones.  Some of the kids were in small groups singing carols, no one was on key and hardly anyone singing what Shamus was playing!
	“Just keep playing,” Lucy said from under the Steinway, “who knows,” she said giggling, “this might improve your playing!”
	Shamus didn’t respond to that, he thought himself a pretty good pianist as it were.  Soon and the goofy bully girl of their class put her lips over his proud prong and devoured it.  She sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked some more causing Shamus to indeed miss a few notes.
	Oh Come All Ye Faithful took on a whole new meaning!
	“I-I think I’m gonna pee!” Shamus announced.
	Lucy giggled, “That’s not pee!” and continued sucking until the twelve year old blasted a hot load of musical cum into her mouth.  He was nearly thirteen and had never-ever cum before.  He had never-ever even jacked off, either!  But who needs to jack off when you’ve got a Lucy!?
	No one was paying any attention to Shamus’ playing.  Lucy had gotten a mouthful of boy jiz and was suckling on his fuzzy wavels when she felt a stirring between her own legs.  ‘How am I going to pull this off?’ she asked herself.
	Placing the “back in five minutes” sign on the piano she led her befuddled piano player into the actor’s dressing room.  There was little light but who needs light when messing around?  Stripping off her short-short blue dress followed by her panties Lucy had Shamus by the proverbial balls.  The boy was too far gone to do anything but watch.  Lucy stripped him down then laid him down.  Straddling the boy she guided his cock into her cunny and they began to fuck.
	Well, Lucy began to fuck, Shamus followed a bit later.
	 Lucy bounced and bounced, clenched herself, and rocketed into another realm of unknown ecstasy.  Shamus’ mind was blown.  Musical notes swam across his eyes and delved into his mind.  There was such feeling tingling his soul he couldn’t believe it.  With his hands clamped tightly onto the girl’s ass, his cock driving like an out of control train, his world was rocked.  Then a gusher of “pee” exploded from his little embedded pecker and the sensation was incredible.
	Lucy left the fucked crazed boy on the floor; after dismounting she did squat on his face and “wiggle” her cunny burying her cunny onto the boy’s face.  Feeling some relief and in need of a thirst quencher she left him.  Back in the main room she got a whiff of that funny cigarette smell.
	Looking around the room at the other kids she sighted in on Margo holding Cinnamon Cally's hand and looking up at her in adoration.  They were both singing but it was obvious that Cinnamon Cally didn't know the words and was just faking it.  On the other side of Margo stood Dimitri, he was looking with some fixation at  Charlie Green little sister, Sally.  It was Christmas and time to make with the nice.
	So Sally walked over to Dimitri, took his hand sing some songs.
	That was a warm thing to do; Sally was taking after Lucy.  Not bossy but not always very nice.  Dimitri blushed as he suddenly realized he had a boner in his pants.  Was it from the kindness of Sally or something more nefarious?
	Sally had already noticed Dimitri’s embarrassment—and the cause of.
	She felt her panties getting wet and the serious need to finger herself.
	“Want to go somewhere—more private?” and dark.
	Dimitri looked around only to realize it was Sally asking.
	“Uh—why?”
	Humph!  “Because I’m pretty, this pretend party is lame, and we ought to be together.”
	“We ARE together!” declared the pre-teen missing the gist.
	Undeterred, “I mean so WE can be together!”
	Again, “Why?”
	Closing her eyes and clenching her fists she gritted her teeth saying,
	“So I can give you your Christmas present!”
	Dimitri paused, then shrugged, “Ok.” Whatever.
	Slipping around the long table from the cafeteria and in behind the thick heavy navy blue curtains the two scampered to a dressing room used by actors.  It reeked of “happy smoke”, booze, and pine scents.  One light was on but that was enough.
	“Soooo, what’s my present?” asked Dimitri.
	“ME!” exclaimed Sally and she lifted her short kiddie dress revealing that she was “commando”; wearing nothing underneath.
	“Holy fuck!” but in Russian.
	“Do you like your present?”
	Dimitri couldn’t breathe so he nodded his head.
	“Good!” then she slipped off the dress to stand butt bare assed naked.
	Dimitri’s eyes widened.  This wasn’t happening.  Maybe someone spiked the punch?  Maybe it was the lingering smell of the happy smoke the teenagers smoked in the room?
	“Sooo, I was thinking,” said the naked ten year old, “I’ve shown you mine—now you show me yours?”
	It took the boy of twelve nearly thirteen to get the gist of that.  Then,
	“Holy fuck!” again in his native Russian.
	“A-are you serious?”
	“Absolutely!” the naked girl grinned.
	Looking behind him to make sure the door was shut, “Ok.” And he pushed down his dark jeans and loose fitting boxers.  And there it was—a cock any girl would be proud of.  And it wasn’t the normal size of most the boys his age—it was a whole inch bigger!
	“Wow,” said Sally, “that’s a nice one.”
	It didn’t dawn on Dimitri until later that night at home in his bed, “What?”  how many had she seen to compare?  Svyatoy yebut! In English.
	Without asking and Sally conquered her fears and took over the boy’s wang.
	Dimitri had been in the country a couple of years but this was something new.  The girl with no timidation whatsoever wrapped her delicate fingers about his prick and began masturbating him.  Cupping his balls and then—THEN sucking him blew his mind entirely.  More words in Russian spilled forth in a near babble.  Sally managed to engulf wholly his fantastic member with the head touching her tonsils.
	A minute or so later (two) and a surge of liquid goo was blasting forth from his piss slit further blowing his mind.  He was an avid wanker and did so nearly every day, but a blowjob—from a ten year old!  Wow, that didn’t happen every day!
	
Oh!  That’s a (Christmas) tree?
	With the singing kind of dying off, the adults off in the closed audio/visual room “smoking” something, Lucy noticed the tree Charles and Amos had dragged in.  She couldn’t believe her eyes.
	“You call THAT a tree, Charles Green?” she bitched.  “I knew would fuck it up you blockhead!”
	Amos felt bad for his friend and walked up behind his sister shoving his thumb into the crack of her ass whispering,
	“Cool it, sis,” he cooed holding his anger, “stop picking on Charles or everyone’s going to know about Sprocket!”
	Lucy fumed, “You blackmailing little bastard!”
	“Whatever works.”
	Lucy didn’t want the other kids (or anyone else) to know that she had let Sprocket have his way with her.   She turned around to face Amos and smiled at 
Him saying,
	“Ok, you little shit stain, I’ll let it go—for now.”
	Amos knew that his sister was devious and she would settle the score.
	“I think you should say something nice about Charles’ tree.”
	“You got to be kidding!”
	Amos nudged his thumb in his sister’s cornhole.
	It was not unbearable and truth be known—she kinda liked it.
	Mulling over her options she sighed stating “We’ll finish this later!”
	Lucy then turned Charles,
	“You know what, Charlie Green, it’s not such a bad tree after all.”
	This turn of opinion shocked Charlie.
	Seeing some tinsel on a table used for pathetic decoration she weaved a strand about the pitiful tree.  Someone else found some ornaments also used for decoration and someone else found this and someone else found a doobie and…
	Charles stepped back to re-admire the tree.  He had to admit it had been a little pitiful (and still was) but it was a beautiful tree nonetheless.
	“Thanks, Lucy.”
	“Don’t mention it.”
	She didn’t know what came over her but she stood closer to the blockhead and took his hand.  Charles didn’t know what came over him—he took HER hand and the two stood together.  Someone began singing and the whole gang stood together to sing.
	“Amos says you’ve got a nice ass,” blurted Charles suddenly out of character, “I sure would like to find out sometime!” the boy had been in the punch, the spiked fruit punch.
	Lucy was surprised to hear such talk from him.  Glancing at his pants she could just see the outline of a bulge.  She hoped it was a bulge and not a stuffed sock!  
	“Maybe you will!” 
	More traditional songs.
	“Fuck this,” said Charlie, “I need a drink!”
	“I’ll go with you.” said Lucy.
	Sipping from a plastic cup, “I-I think this shits been fixed.”
	“It has.” said Amos, “I knew this pretend party would be lame so I decided to jazz it up a little.”
	Charles sipped his fixed punch and Lucy—downed hers in one gulp!
	“I think I’d like to lie down.”
	“I’ll lie with you, Charlie Green!” snickered Lucy.
	Down the dim lit hall to the utility room—suggested by Amos—Charlie and Lucy “scampered”.
	‘Am I really going to get to fuck Lucy?’
	In the utility room and Lucy dissed the disgust; “It’s dirty!”
	The walls, the floor, spider webs, musty furniture, broken projectors, a body in the corner…
	“Hmmm, I think we can find something better.” Preferably one without a body.
	The Artsy Fartsy class—down the hall, to the right, passed the audio/visual room.  The classroom combined two class rooms, was usually very dark to begin with, reeked of paint and musty things, but there was the instructor’s room that was carpeted.  The two would be lovers held hands and made for that room.  Not a lot of light but who needs light when messing around?
	Lucy slipped off her dress—no panties.  As soon as she had the dress off, Charles was already naked!  Lucy found his pecker and giggled.  They embraced and Charles placed his hands onto the girl’s butt.  She wasn’t the little red haired girl he fantasized about but Lucy would do.
	Lucy embraced Charles, “This is nice.” she said.  ‘crap, did I say that out loud?’ she hadn’t intended to.
	Charles said nothing; letting his cock speak for him.
	“We need music.” and not that crappy Christmas shit.
	Suddenly and there WAS music, traditional pop music that was slow and non-Christmassy.
	“Some of the kids are leaving,” said Amos stepping into their realm, “most of the adults are drunk or stoned.”
	“Care to join us, Amos?”  ‘you fucked my sister now I’m gonna fuck yours!’
	“A two-fer!” exclaimed a joyous Amos.  “You game?” he asked of his sister.
	“Sure, why (the fuck) not!”
	Amos stripped off his clothes and Lucy got on her knees.  She began stroking both cocks in her face, then suckled on one and then the other.  Charles liked—a lot!  So did Amos.
	“She’s pretty good!” quipped Charles.
	“Wait,” said Amos, “it gets better!”
	Lucy manipulated the boys’ schlongs to her heart’s content.  On one hand she had contempt for her blackmailing brother, on the other—fooling with Charles was sort of an odd thing—an odd fantasy.  She was sure to some degree that he probably fantasized about her.  That was a given—he was a boy!
	After much ado about masturbating boys’ schlongs she began slurping; first Charles and then her brother’s.  She went ALL the way down, then up; then she rolled her tongue about the crown of the cock, diddled the piss slit, then went down again going faster and faster each time until—
	“Holy shit,” announced Charles, “I-I think I’m gonna cum!”
	“Thatta boy, Charles,” grinned a beaming Amos, “me too!”
	And with that both boys blasted hot loads of fresh spunk into Lucy’s mouth—plus a lot on her face.  Copious quantities of almost teen sperm splashed onto the girl’s face—Charles seemed to squirt the most splashing some onto her beautiful thick rich jet black hair.  She continued to stroke the boys’ dongs, fondle their balls, and endure hellacious activity between her own legs.
	“Alright,” she said flatly trying out her authoritive voice, “which one of you two turds are going to satisfy me first?”
	Charles admittedly felt a little foolish being naked with another dude, but then that DUDE had sucked his cock!
	“You go first, Charles.” said Amos.
	Charles had several responses—stemming from the fact that Amos was a cock swaying playboy.  Lucy laid out on the carpeted floor, Christmas carols in the background (from a small portable radio Amos had with him), a bit of a chill in the air, a lot of mustiness, and in serious need of dicking.  Serious.
	Charles went down on the girl at Amos’ urging, ‘eat her out first, buddy.’
	Before he even got his face there he got a whiff of the girl’s pussy.
	Were they supposed to smell like that?  He wasn’t offended but…
	His first lick and the taste was…
	He didn’t know.  He had never taste anything similar.  Again, it wasn’t offensive.  Thank God!  He knew that if he said anything that Lucy would be pissed and he would never have the opportunity to fuck her again.  Ever!  And he didn’t want to offend Amos who might take offense himself.
	As Charles Green began to nosh he found a new excitement that enthused him.  He also found something going on behind him—Amos was fondling his balls!  WTF!
	Charles’ dangling nads got Amos’ attention and he began to toy with them.
	He also took his thumb to his best friend’s asshole and plunged into it.
	“HOLY SHIT!” blurted Charles.
	“Relax, buddy,” cooed Amos, “just funnin’ ya.”
	Some fun.
	Not knowing what Amos might do next, Charles mounted Lucy.  Although he had just cum his cock was mighty hard—mighty hard.  It went sliding nicely into Lucy’s cunt.  He had little notion of what constituted a “virgin”.  Her pussy swallowed his cock sending him into equilateral orbit about the Earth.  The sensation was ten times better than Amos’ mouth.  Ten times!
	The natural instinct to pump enveloped Charles—and all the while there was Amos with his hand on Charles’ ass!  WTF!  Charles tried to ignore it—he really wouldn’t care if it were just him and himself, but with Lucy?  He didn’t want her to think that they were “funny” together—you know what I mean.

	The sensation was—sensational!  Charles fucked and fucked and then he fucked some more!  The release was even more sensational.  It felt like one of those real good pees.  He was immediately drained.  His balls tingled, his very soul!  Then, pulling out intensified that feeling!
	Charles laid out beside Lucy and almost missed what happened next.
	What happened next?
	Amos went down on his sister.
	Amos went down on his sister—right after Charles’ had pulled out fresh from fucking her cunt and leaving a healthy load of spunk.  A healthy load.  Of spunk.  Gross!
	Lucy lay in wonderment and was not too aware of the activity at her cunny.
	She may or may not have cared, either.
	After licking, lapping, munching, he mounted his sister not caring about sloppy seconds.  Lucy’s nipples were hard, her mind blitzed.  Her cunny was nice and Amos enjoyed tenfold pumping into it.  A dazed look was etched on the girl’s face; she made odd sounding gasps as Amos put it to her.  He smiled and “put it to her” some more.
	At length he deposited his own cream than caused him to lose himself temporarily.  Like Charles, he lay off to one side panting and slipping into quiet respite.  Charles rolled over onto his side meeting Lucy who had also rolled to her side facing him.
	“Well, blockhead, how’d you like it?”
	Charlie Green was speechless so he nodded his pleasure.
	“You wanna do it again?”
	For the record, you never have to ask a guy that question.
	This time around and Lucy was on top.
	Charles’ heart pounded as the girl he sometimes had disdain for mounted him.  Her cunny swallowed his cock whole.  Placing his hands on her soft supple ass he stared mindlessly at her small bouncing breasts.  Her jet black hair was pasted to her face.  Soon and the boy was lost in a myriad of thoughts—all narly.
	Lucy bounced up and down—up and down—UP and DOWN reeling in the naughty deed as much as her lover was.  Then there was the orgasm.  Either both of them came or just one of them; anyways, Lucy dismounted and moved up sliding her cum drenched cunt up Charles’ lily white body.  She paused at his chest smiling down at him,
	“You want me on your face, Charlie Green?” she asked nicely.
	Charlie Green was out of his mind and still speechless, so he shrugged OK.

	Sliding further up his body, Lucy came up to his face slowly squatting down resting her cunny right on his lips!  Charles could just see the puffy unformed lips that ran along the length of her slit that held her sexuality.  Like the skin of a peach there was fuzz all over the delicate poon.  Charles was in love and he neverminded the taste of cum—her cum, his cum, Amos’ cum.  He lapped at the juices thereon hungrily only minutely aware of something going on with his cock.  Lucy blocked his view so he let it go thinking that the girl was manipulating his cock in some way.
	No, it wasn’t Lucy…

	Unable to restrain himself any longer, Charles darted his tongue in rapid succession into the recess that was Lucy’s cunt.  About a dozen other girls he thought of doing so to; including especially that red haired girl.  But for the present there was Lucy.  He licked the length of the girl’s cunny; her legs clenched tight against his face.  His tongue darted into her cunny and was just as delighted as if it were his cock—Charles’ tongue, his cock, and Lucy’s cunny all whole!
	A stream of viscous cunny ooze creamed his face.  The girl’s body shuddered, she clenched and began fucking his face with more streams of her juices flowing!
	As Charles struggled somewhat to breathe he realized what was going on concerning his dick.  Lucy was too occupied on his face—so it had to be his friend Amos up to his antics.  First it was manhandling followed by another round of cocksucking.  Then—THEN it seemed as though the boy mounted him sending Charles’ schlong up into his cornhole!
	Holy shit!  (in English)
	It was a new sensation and then it wasn’t.  Doing a girl in the backdoor was one thing—it was quite another to be doing a guy in that hole.  But it was not all that unpleasurable—just unique.
	Minutes passed, Lucy had bounced and bounced and bounced some more on his face completely anointing it with her juices.  And Charles licked the dark haired girl’s cunny clean!  Meanwhile, Amos had gotten off of Charles’ dick, cleaned it, then tapped his sister on the shoulder.
	“Let’s really blow his mind!” the boy whispered.
	Lucy giggled and moved down Charlie Green’s body once more occupying space on his sex.  It was hard, rock hard, and just about ready to shoot.  Amos helped steady his friend’s bone as Lucy slid herself down on it.  Once the coupling was complete the fucking commenced.  Amos sat back watching Charlie Green’s dick slam up into his sister’s cunt.  He was enthralled and fondled himself losing himself in the sex act before him.

	That admiration led to Amos coming up and pushing his way into his sister’s cornhole.
	“Hey!” she exclaimed.  She turned her head and was a bit annoyed but then relaxed.  She lost some momentum, the rhythm was stymied but only for a moment or two.  Charles maintained a steady upward hump all the while.  Lucy and Amos got into pace whereas Charles and Amos both made vaginal and anal entry at the same time.  Not all the time—but most times.  This unique union cumulated with the boys shooting off a massive wad of spunk that backflowed out of the girl’s body.
	What a fuck!
	The three lay off on their backs totally, like totally, spent.
	And what happens after you’ve had a massive fuck?  You fall asleep.

Ever have that dream where you wake up naked in a public place?
	He awoke with a startle.  He hated that.  And for a long moment he had no idea where he was.  He DID know that he was not in his own bed—that was a little frightening.  If not in his bed then where the hell was he?
	Sitting up slowly he came to another realization—he was naked.
	“What the fu—”
	Then someone farted.
	“Jeeze, Louise!” bitched Lucy sitting up.
	“You’ve ripped some pretty good ones yourself, Sis!” snorted Amos.
	‘Son-of-a-bitch!’ Charles said to himself—‘we’re still at school!’
	“We’re still at school!” said Charles, “What time is it?”
	Amos pressed the button that illuminated his watch—“Two A.M.”
	“TWO A.M.!”
	“Holy shit are we in trouble!” said Lucy.
	“Could be worse.” said Amos.
	“How?” griped Lucy, “How could it be worse than two a.m.?”
	“Could be four a.m.!”
	Thanks.
	At two a.m. there was no bus service.
	Little chance of calling home asking for a ride—that’d be a fun experience.
	‘Uh, well, you see Mom and Dad, the pretend party was so lame we got bored and fell asleep (naked).’  Yeah, sounds legit.
	“Soooo, I guess we’re sneaking home?” Lucy surmised.
	Good guess.
	Long walk, too.
	In the snow, the falling snow.
	Lovely, simply fucking lovely.
	As the kids braved the cold and stepped outside, dressed,
	“Hey, wait a minute,” smiled Amos, “I know someone we can call.”
	The bite of the cold was a bit much but going back into the auditorium was out—as soon as the gang was out the door they exited out of shut (and auto locked.)
	“You blockhead!” shouted Lucy, “Why did you let that door shut!”
	“Good gravy!” bitched Charles, “I can do anything right!”
	“You need a good spanking, Sis!” said Amos glaring at his bitchy sibling.
	He placed the call and the three huddled behind the school sign waiting for their ride.  The temperature was dropping but the snow falling had stopped.
	“This is sooo fucked up!” Lucy complained.  “And I’m sure it’s YOUR fault, Charlie Green!”
	“Bite me!” bitched back Charlie.  His stomach ached as he knew the wrath of his Mom was going to be epic.
	At 3AM a small electric car pulled up and flashed its lights.
	The kids scurried to the ultra-compact car and quickly crawled in.
	Warmth!
	As Charles’ eyes unfroze he looked to the driver,
	“Hello, Charlie Green,” said the driver, “I’m Patty Seldomnoticed.”
	Patty Seldomnoticed!  The red haired girl of his dreams (and sordid fantasizes.)
	Too stunned was Charles to answer back.  The twelve year old driver gently guided her older sister’s car thru the deserted snowy city streets bringing Lucy and Amos to their homes first.  Charles lived another block down and one over.
	“This is really nice of you, Patty.” Charles finally managed to blurt out.
	“No problem, Chuck, may I call you Chuck?”
	No one had ever called him “Chuck”; he shrugged, “Ok.”
	Pulling up to the driveway and—no car.  Usually Charles’ dad left his big ass sedan in the drive leaving the other to reside within the garage.
	“Anything wrong, Chuck?” asked Patty concerningly.
	“Hmmm, not sure.” Where his folks perhaps out looking for him?
	Holy hot shit—NO!
	They weren’t even there!
	“OH!” he bitched slapping his hand to his forehead, “I’ve been such a blockhead!” you mean, Lucy’s been right all along?
	“What’s the matter, Chuck?”
	“My parents, they aren’t home!  They are at an adult camp social make-out place for the weekend!”
	“Cool!” said Patty, “So then you’re off the hook!”
	“Yeah.” Yeah.  Then,
	“Wanna come in for some hot chocolate?” Charles “Chuck” Green asked.
	“That would be nice, Chuck,” she said, “thanks.”
	Charles remembered that he was supposed to be staying the night/weekend at Amos’ and Lucy’s but in the happenstance of the lame party before the official party at their school (and all the frivolity that followed) he kinda forgot.  Such a blockhead!
	Inside and Charles jacked up the heat.  Then he shed his outerwear and helped Patty out of hers.  He couldn’t believe it—all this time and he had easy access to the source of his dreams!  Amos had some explaining to do—he was holding out way too much!
	The tea kettle was filled and the kids settled at the breakfast table.
	“Sooooo, do I want to know why you and the others were at school so late?”
	“We fell asleep.” No lie.  Charles further explained how lame the pre-party party was and how they ducked out to another room and—fell asleep.
	“That’s rich, Chuck!” giggled Patty.  She had kind of a gravely voice, a little accent putting her from someplace North East, Connecticut specifically.
	“Do you have to get home?” Charles asked.
	“Nah, it’s cool, my sis is a sound sleeper—she has help!” she didn’t explain but her older sibling wouldn’t be stirring until nearly noon o’clock!  Charles let it drop and poured the hot chocolate.
	They talked about their school, teachers, friends, and parents.
	After a second cup of cocoa,
	“Uh, say, Chuck, may I use you bathroom?”
	‘Hell no!  Go crap in the yard!’ Charles chuckled to himself then took the girl of his orgasmic dreams to the hall bathroom.  She went inside and Charles turned to leave her be.
	“You don’t have to leave, Chuck, if you don’t want to.”
	‘Huh?’
	Huh?
	Naturally “Chuck” had seen a girl pee, his sister Sally specifically.  But this was different, this wasn’t Sally—it was the fantasy girl, the source of his nocturnal emissions (and daytime ones, too!)
	With no embarrassment showing, Patty slid her clothes down and squatted on the toilet.  A steady stream of pee began to splash into the bowl—and she farted, too!  Chuck had instant wood.  And as she was leaning over he knew that he could just stand right up before and fill her mouth with his chuck-wood.
	After her pee she wiped, flushed, then stood up without pulling up her clothes.  Looking at Chuck she smiled—there was such a twinkle in those eyes!  That red hair glistened in the light of the nightlight bathroom light.

	“By the way,” Patty said, “I know about you, Lucy, and Amos at the school.”
	“Y-you do?” squealed an astonished Chuck.  “H-how do you know?”
	“Amos told me over the phone.”
	“Oh.”
	Oh.
	Soooo, now what happens?
	“Uh, so you wanna come to my room?” and cum?
	“Sure, Chuck!” she said pulling her clothes up—but not fastening the pants.
	Chuck’s room was a typical boy’s room—sports stuff mainly; posters, pictures, a bat there, a glove there, hockey stick over there.  There were some balls on the floor; baseballs, soccer, basketball, and even a bowling ball.  Also there were some assorted clothes on the floor.  Typical boy’s room.
	Although the heater had been jacked up a little to warm the house it was still a little cold.  With no shame Patty slipped off her clothes and made for Chuck’s bed leaving Chuck to stand bewildered.  Patty crawled nakedly into the bed,
	“It’s a little cold in here,” she said, “want to warm me up a little?”
	His dream-fantasy was beckoning him and he was just standing there.
	A long pause there was, then; “Ahem!” Patty said getting annoyed.
	“You gonna warm me up or just stand there?”
	Not good to piss off your dream-fantasy, Chuck.
	The boy finally moved and began stripping off his clothes.
	It wasn’t totally dark in the room; there was a nightlight on the baseboard and the light from the fish tank on his desk.  Outside and the snow had begun to fall again—lots of it, too.  Chuck crawled onto his bed; Patty pulled a flap of the covers back and the boy crawled inside.  The two snuggled,
	“This is nice.” Patty said cuddling against Chuck.
	Chuck couldn’t utter word one.  Maybe this was a dream?  Maybe he was still at school?  Maybe he should shut the hell up his thoughts and get on with getting on with Patty!
	Patty reached down finding Chuck’s cock.
	“Ooooh!” she squealed, “That’s a nice one!”
	Hmmm, how many have you handled to compare!?  Slut!
	Needless to say, Chuck had wood.  Mighty wood.  His eyelids fluttered and he felt his heart palpitating wildly.  ‘you can do that to me any day—everyday!’
	Chuck himself then smoothed a hand onto Patty’s body, making small circles about her delicious mounds, then moving down to her cunny that he found already “moist.”  The girl instantly spread her legs and Chuck got after it; finger-finger-finger!
	“You can do that to me any day!” chimed the red haired girl.
	Chuck smiled and got after getting after it moreso.
	Patty giggled, ooohed and ahhhed.  She maintained her grip on his stick and revealing some unique talent fondled his balls and—AND poke/probed his asshole!  It was a little startling when Amos had done it but with Patty doing same—well, a little weird.  But he was into weird.
	Then Patty moved to position herself on top of him grinding her sex against his.  Then she raised up and guided Chuck’s tallywhacker into her.  That was nice.  Both felt incredible sensations causing them both to shudder.  Whether or not Patty Seldomnoticed was a virgin or not wasn’t clear—not to Chuck.  He put his hands tightly to her lovely ass he had often dreamed about and pumped UP into her pussy.  Patty reared back her fiery red haired head and clenched her legs against his body.  Fucking commenced.
	The girl made some sort of odd noise as incredible good feelings began to rise within her.  Chuck felt his balls being drenched and hoped she wasn’t peeing on him—although that wouldn’t be a bad thing.  He just didn’t want it to be in his bed whereupon his Mom would think that he was wetting the bed—again.
	One orgasm—two orgasm—three orgasm—four!  Patty shivered over and over as the flow of lust liquefied within her.  Every fiber of her being was tingling!  Chuck felt his balls tingling, his toes curled and he stretched fully encompassing his own “good feelings.”
	Soon and he was shooting spurts of thick sperm into Patty’s cunt.
	It was the best blast off he had ever felt—well, save for Lucy and Sally.
	Patty collapsed on top of her lover and they both lay in wonderlust.
	Although spent, Chuck couldn’t keep his hands still; traveling all over Patty’s body he grew more and more enthused—and in love!  Soon and he found his fingers delving into her crack—her ass crack!  Poking her hole got the girl giddy.
	“You naughty boy!”
	The girl sat up and suddenly had a thought,
	“Wanna taste my pussy?” and without waiting for a reply she turned herself about planting her sex right on Chuck’s face!  She wiggled her pussy, giggled, spouting, “Do I taste good, Charlie Green?” then she went down on the boy sucking his cum squirter.
	Then she farted.
	It was a long squeaky toot that firstly grossed Chuck out—but then he giggled and so did Patty.  His tongue feverently lapped up the girl’s juices and he realized—HIS juices were therein/thereon too!  Ewewew!  Regardless, he lapped up the juices driving his tongue into the slit.  Patty clenched her legs tightly against his boyish face fucking his face furiously with her happy-happy pussy.

	After much ado about slurping, licking, and lapping, the two lovers were well nourished and rolled over onto their backs.  Patty diddled her pussy finding new pleasures.  Chuck just lay there with his mind in total disbelief.
	“You want to do that again?” Patty asked.
	“Just for your information, Patty, you never have to ask a guy that.”
	The engaged sexually once more even more intense than previous.  Their arms and legs entwined and they rolled this way and that—and almost over the edge!  Then their lips met and they kissed deeply and with passion.  When their union finally erupted in a wondrous orgasmic bliss, Patty leaned up saying,
	“Merry Christmas, Charles Green, Merry Christmas!”
	And it truly was the best Christmas ever!  Then end.

*

Requiem for a scallywag
	The day was getting on and soon sister Storm would be returning.  Rain stepped up his efforts of conquering and strained his cock in Leah’s crapper.  The girl screamed but her outburst was muffled as her mouth was engulfing Mikala’s cunt.  The girls were distraught, but after he had has way, Rain cuddled them, spanked them lightly, then spent some time cleaning them up before attempting to diddle with their minds.
	Meanwhile, half a mile away and—
	Zeke Cobble stopped for a lengthy pee.  It was a long walk and he needed a beer, and some whiskey.  It was still half a mile or so down the nature path to the small cut-out along the country backroad where there was an eatery, a bar, and a payphone.  He was thinking of upping the ransom for the girls back at the hunter’s cabin.  He didn’t want to be too greedy and have the girls’ father’s balk at the price but he didn’t want to cheat himself out of any extra monies, either.
	After his pee—he remembered little else.
	THUNK! A hefty hunk of tree limb went upside his scraggly head.  He looked the part for a backwoods scallywag; long unkempt hair, days of growth on his face, in dire need of a bath, and not much in the smarts department.  He fell with a thud landing over a tree limb with an accompanying grunt.
	Looking around in a daze he saw a woman.
	“What the fu—”
	The woman said nothing but point a gun at him.
	Zeke felt his bowels loosen.
	‘say it and you’ll do it!’ so he didn’t say it.
	“Take off your clothes, creep.” said the woman flatly.
	This was new; usually it was Zeke demanding that line.
	Zeke slowly pulled off his seriously grimy long tail shirt and upon removing his well-worn dingy boots he threw one at the woman.  She anticipated the assault, ducked, and fired a shot into the man’s knee.
	“Don’t do that again,” she said flatly, “next time it’ll be your slimy balls!”
	Zeke wallowed on the ground, “You fuckin’ bitch-whore!  You fuckin’ shot me!”
	As he rolled, the woman, Storm Carol-Anne, walloped him again upside the head.  This time the force knocked him out.  Unfortunate, this meant Storm had to undress the man the rest of the way herself—touching the grimy man’s clothes and ye his body (unintentionally).
	Once he was naked, his skin was in bad shape; sores, wounds, scratches, misshapen tattoos, and grime that not even the strongest soap could clean.  He reeked horribly, too.  Storm wrestled with the unclean man positioning him over a sturdy log.
	“I’m doing the world a favor,” she said to no one particular, and pushed the barrel of the Glock 9mm into the horrible man’s asshole.  Then pulled the trigger.
	Two squeezes later and the man was statistically dead.  Dead as winter.
	She sighed, “Sending you a soul, Satan, enjoy!” then pushed the man off the log and down a ravine choked with weeds, brush, and more logs.  It would be a long-long while before he would be found.  Storm doubted that anyone would miss him.  She knew that she sure wouldn’t.
	Making her way back she heard a noise.  Unfamiliar with the woods she paused and then blended into the scenery.  Listening intently she focused her attention using her trained ear and “enhancements” until zeroing in on the source; over the hill and down a gully.  A stream of water was hear that would usually mask the source (of the noise) but with Storm’s enhanced hearing she was able to determine that the “noise” was someone conversing; a multiple of someones, and more to the point, teen someones.
	Worthy of a looksee.

Whose woods these are—I-I don’t know
	The area of the woods were thick, boulders as big as houses; trees pines, cedars, spruce, and things of that nature.  And lots of them.  There were gullies, streams, and old abandoned mines—both into the sides of hills as well as in the ground.  Some were known—some were not.
	Sixteen year old Sabrina Goosemee and heartthrob Zane Schmultzkid were looking for an abandoned cemetery; supposedly haunted by the old miners from the area.  Supposedly, too, there was a cache of gold in one of the unmarked graves.

	“We’re lost!” declared Sabrina.
	“We’re not lost,” replied Zane, “we’ve got a map!”
	“The map is lost!” returned Sabrina.
	The grave cemetery they sought was practically hidden.  The two teens were close, though.  There were foundations of a small mining town but no other indicators of a “town” or cemetery.
	“These woods are creepy,” complained the girl, “and why do they “smell” like death warmed over?”
	‘why do you bitch so much!?’ thought the boy.  He was a hunky fella, average height, nice hair of jet black, a great smile, prime athlete, and deserving of Storm’s attention.
	The girl who wide legged beige hiking/walking shorts and had a nice “rack.”
	“A few more minutes of this shit and I’m going back!”
	“I know we’re close!”
	Sabrina nodded her head then shook her head.
	“This is going to be a great place to have a Halloween party!”
	Ah.
	Daylight was getting on, time to get this going.
	‘Come here.’
	Zane reared his head back, slung his head and uttered “What?”
	Sabrina looked like she were about to hurl.
	Storm sighed and concentrated—and as per the norm she got a bit of a nose bleed and a persistent ringing in her ears.  Her vision, too, was temporarily distorted.
	‘Come to me.’
	Zane, much like a zombie, came up to where Storm stood at a very large diameter pine.  Behind her was a large slopping hill where a long since abandoned silver mine was boarded up.  Down from the hill and across the gully lay the sought after graveyard.
	Sabrina came along and stood beside Zane.
	‘Answer my questions,’ Storm said sternly, ‘truthfully.’
	Wiping the blood from her nose, clenching herself to temporarily halt the ringing in her eyes, Storm focused firstly on the boy.
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	“Yes.”
	Storm smiled, she would have guessed he would have not been.
	‘Would you like to FUCK this girl?’
	“Yes.”
	‘Do you think she would let you?’ willingly?
	“No.” and not No but HELL NO!
	Storm switched up focusing in on the girl.
	‘Are YOU a virgin?’
	“No.”
	‘Who was it?’
	“Jake Sang.” a boy she babysat for.
	‘And how OLD is Jake Sang.’ a Chinese boy she babysat for.
	“Seven.”
	Storm smiled; ‘Anyone else?’
	“Donald Doodleswamp.” A black boy she babysat for.
	‘And how old is he?’
	“Nine.”
	‘Would you like to have sex with this boy?’
	There was a pause.  But, “No.” she feared getting pregnant the most.  The girl’s father was a prominent member of the community, on the city board, school board, had a car dealership, and owned/operated all the laundromats in town!
	‘Would you suck his dick?’
	The girl couldn’t answer such a bold question.
	‘Did you SUCK the dicks of the boys you babysat for?’
	“No.”
	‘Would you let this boy with you—fuck you up the ass?’
	Again, the question was too startling and the girl couldn’t answer.
	The ringing in Storm’s ears was abating.  The nose bleeding had stopped and so had the dizziness accompanied with the use of the implant.  She paused in her misdoing, daylight was beginning to fade and she had to get back to her brother.  She sighed, suppressed a bothersome fart, then;
	‘Take his pants down.’
	Sabrina hesitated, wrinkled her brow conveying “What?” but the power of the implant in Storm’s noggin compelled her to comply.  Experimental Project Omicron.  At one time and Storm Carol-Anne had been a government employee.  Not a scientist, not a civilian, but a military type person.  She was an air force pilot.  And after achieving the rank of lieutenant was flying solo in an experimental “secret” air craft that ultimately crashed killing nearly all on board.
	Thankfully the government had a plan; ‘we can save her’ ‘we can rebuild’ ‘we will make him better!’ with cybernetic implants.
	Sabrina dropped to her knees and though still showing confusion she undone Zane’s jeans taking them down.  Tidy whiteys greeted her.  Zane was staring down in some disbelief.
	‘Take his underwear down.’
	Slight hesitation but the girl tugged the undies down and there it was—dick!

	At the moment the dick was half-hearted and not hard.
	That changed when (on prompt from Storm) Sabrina began manipulating the dick—masturbating it.
	‘Do you finger yourself?’ Storm asked of the girl.
	“Yes.”
	‘Do you think of this boy?’
	A brief pause, then; “Y-yes.”
	‘Good!’ then, ‘Suck it.’
	Sabrina had never sucked a guy’s dick—and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to considering all the things that she had heard.  Especially about the ejaculate.
	“Don’t worry,” said a girlfriend, “a boy cant pee in you when he has a boner.”
	That was comforting.  Still, though; Sabrina wasn’t comfortable with cock sucking.  There were several girlfriends who “claimed” to have given headjobs to their boyfriends.  And Sabrina was curious about the “taste” but wanted to wait.
	There was some retching action that couldn’t be helped being a first timer.
	Zane got hard in mere seconds.
	‘That’s enough,’ Storm minded, ‘you can stop now.’
	Sabrina pulled back and the cock that had been in her mouth made a plopping sound.  The girl smacked her lips and thought it wasn’t all that bad.
	Storm smiled, ‘we’ll see.’
	Sabrina stood up and Zane went to his knees.
	The fastener to the girl’s beige shorts was a bit of a bitch to undo but he managed and down they came.  Had he seen girls in their underwear? Yeah, he had girl cousins, young ones.
	‘Have you seen them—naked?’
	“Yes.”
	‘Have you ever wanted to play with them—while they were naked?’
	A long pause.  The boy began to sweat and his cock harden even more.
	‘If you could get away with it, would you like to rub your cock on your girl cousins?’
	Zane licked his lips; he stared thru Sabrina and seemed to be in dire distress.
	That answered Storm’s question.
	‘Take down her panties.’
	And there it was—pussy.
	Sabrina’s cunt was a nice mound of soft blond hair matching the hair on her pretty little head.
	‘Caress her ass.’
	Nervously and the boy did so.  He was in love.  Deep seeded desires were of Sabrina.  He DID want to fuck her; pussy, mouth, asshole.  Whatever hole.
	‘Would you like to—spank her?’
	That thought never crossed his mind; but—
	“Yeah!” he answered cheerfully.  Yeah!
	‘Turn around.’ Storm mind to Sabrina.
	Sabrina turned around, bent over, and spread open her cheeks—as per command.  Zane checked the girl’s hole and lusted.  Licking his lips he had torried thoughts.  He had little idea what butt fucking a girl was about (but he kinda wanted to find out!)
	‘Kiss the hole.’
	Holy shit! The boy was way astonished.  Way.
	“Uh-uh—what?”
	‘Kiss it—and I’ll let you fuck it.’
	Well, at least it (the hole) was clean.  Zane leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed the hole.
	‘Good boy!’ now here’s your treat…
	The teens stripped off their clothes then Sabrina laid out on them.  Zane “went down” on the girl.  He had never tongued a girl’s pussy before—but had always wanted to.  This was a dream cum true!  As he noshed on Sabrina’s twat, Storm fondled the boy’s dangling nuggets, caressed his ass, and lovingly stroked his cock.  Zane did a fine job of getting Sabrina’s juices flowing, her pussy was way wet.  The boy totally engulfed the girl’s cunt, drove his tongue into her groove and licked happily.  This was followed by—
	‘Get it in her!’ and Zane knew what “it” referred to!
	Sabrina gasped as Zane’s teenage bone entered her.  The boy’s dick was far bigger than Jake and Donald’s!  The boy pumped like he knew how—and he didn’t.  It was instinct.  He pumped well and came even weller!  Er, well…
	It was a good three minute fuck cumulating with a dramatic shudder ending with a climatic climax.  The boy’s dick flopped out and he fell off to one side of the girl heaving and panting.  Sabrina was less enthused but there was no denying that she, too, had enjoyed the fuck.
	Storm stripped off her own then mounted Zane taking his still mighty cunt pleasing cock into her pussy.  No communication was needed.  Storm rose up then slithered down swallowing the boy’s cock fully and wholly.  Zane pumped UPwards with his hands tight on the woman’s ass.  His mind was blitzed (and he didn’t care—he was getting laid!)
	After the tumultuous fuck, Storm got off the boy then repositioned Sabrina.
	Sabrina’s mouth came to Storm’s fresh fucked cunt, ‘Lick me!’ commanded a demanding Storm, ‘lick me clean!’ and all the while Zane was plowing the girl’s asshole!
	Awesome!
Storm in the City
	At one time and Storm Carol Anne lived in the City; thru her life she had lived in the suburbs, the country, the desert, the US Army, and on an island.  She preferred the country life living above all else but started out in the City.  In the City she taught at the high school level, Science (Biology specifically.)
	There was a nice apartment for her to dwell in but townhome came into her life; it had an outdoor patio!  This was perfect for her to have her plants, flowers, and a small garden.  And one day while in the neighborhood park she overheard a girl discussing her woes of junior high biology and how she was on the verge of failing.
	Her girlfriends tried to help, even another one confessed to also being on the borderline of failing.  The girls went on the talk about some hunk of a boy in the 8th grade, babysitting duties, their school, their lame parents, a divorce in progress, smoking, and do penguins have knees.
	Some of the girls broke up and went on with their day.  The two girls who were about to fail 7th grade biology remained.  They were quiet, sitting on their butts, knees up, arms about their knees, in deep thought and peril.
	“If I fail biology,” said the one girl who worried the most, “my dad is going to freak!”
	“Yeah, my mom wont be happy with me at all.” said the other girl.  “She’s already on my case ‘cause I’m getting so far a lousy C.”
	“I wish I was getting a lousy C!” said the first girl.  She was getting a lousy D!
	“This means summer school!”
	“I know, screws up a lot of plans.”
	“And no guarantee that we’ll pass!”
	The girls were close to tears.  They sighed and remained sitting; the second girl, though, stirred and stood up saying, “I gotta get home and do some chores before I get into any more trouble.”
	The first girl nodded but didn’t stir.
	The second girl held fast trying to find some words of comfort.  There were none.  She brushed off her butt and left.  The first girl bowed her head between her knees and sobbed.
	“Excuse me, hon,” said Carol Anne, “I-I could help but overhear.”
	The sobbing girl quickly wiped away her tears and was embarrassed.
	“My name’s Carol Anne,” she said sitting down, “and I think I may be able to help you.”
	Stacey Jane had a face of enlightened hope.
	“Y-you can?”
	“Yes, I’m a biology teacher, so I think I can!”  but there would be a catch.
More than one way to dissect a frog!
	Stacey Jane was elated that there was a glimmer of hope from her despair.
	She was desperate and willing followed Ms. Carol Anne to her flat.
	For thirteen years merely young, Stacey Jane was a very pretty girl; long curly blond hair, incredible blue eyes, a pert little nose, a smile that would enlighten anyone’s mood.  She had a nice set of ta-tas, too!  A nice butt, clad in tight jeans she had the eye of many-many boys.
	At this time in her life and Storm Carol Anne had thick reddish hair of a 70s style.   She had been in a couple of commercials for feminine products, an automobile adverb, and a downtown eatery patron.  Her flat/townhome was mid-town but off the main street.  There were shops and pubs and work within walking distance.  Stacey Jane still fretted about biology but Carol Anne soothed her and assured her a few sessions with her and she would blaze thru the final exam with ease.
	Stacey Jane didn’t know how it would be possible but she was willing.
	Inside Carol Anne’s flat and after some more chit chat, a looksee about the interior, they went outside to have fresh lemonade made from lemons from Carol Anne’s lemon trees.
	“This is so neat!” squealed Stacey Jane; noting the flower boxes, the mini garden, the water fountain features—here in the middle of the city was a wondrous garden.
	Enough chit chat; the two went back inside and down to business.
	“I have an unusual request for you to fulfil,” Carol Anne began, “in order for me to help you pass your final exam, I would like to spank you!”
	Gulp!
	“W-what?”
	“Uhmhmm, I want to spank you!” then quickly following, “And I personally guarantee that you will NOT be going to summer school!”
	Stacey Jane was in more fret than she had been before.  Confusion rocked her world—this was beyond weird.  She felt a little flush with a little fright building within her, too.
	Carol Anne sat on a stuffed armless wingback chair; patting her thighs she indicated for the girl to “lay down.”  Stacey Jane gulped, blinked her pretty eyes excessively, licked her lips, then shook her head.
	“I-I don’t know.”
	“Have you ever been spanked?”
	More blinking, more shaking head—“Uh, no, I-I don’t remember, I-I don’t think so.”
	Always a first time.
	Carol Anne patted her thighs, “I insist.”
	Slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y the girl laid herself out across the woman’s lap.
	Slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y the woman smoothed her spanking hand about the girl’s butt.  Then, SWAT!  Not too hard, not in the beginning.  Stacey Jane continued to be confused but remained across the knees and accepting the spanking.
	SWAT!  SWAT! Two more times the bare hand landed on the girl’s hinny; then she was stood up.
	“There, now, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Carol Anne smiled albeit a little mischievously.  Stacey Jane caressed her butt; no, it wasn’t so bad but still.
	For the next hour and a half the two buried themselves in all things biology.
	Before the Final Exam there were two chances to improve and/or see how well you (the student) were doing—or not doing.  The first chance and Stacey Jane did improve her grade—a C.  That was good and that was passing, but she wanted to do better—and that required another visit to Carol Anne.
	Carol Anne was thrilled to learn her student had done so well.
	“But I want to do better, my dad,” she said shaking her head, “he really expects the better of me.”
	The girl was an incredible piece of work; her features, her perfume of orange roses, she was model material.  A very friendly girl, very pretty, very smart in English, History, and Math.  Science, however, was a big bummer.
	“Alrighty, then,” smiled Carol Anne, “then let’s proceed.”
	This time, however, as Stacey Jane approached the teacher’s lap,
	“This time, let’s take the pants down!”
	‘Oh my God!’ “Oh my God!”  Oh my God!
	Her heart didn’t sink but it fluttered a lot.
	“T-take-take my pants down?” she squealed.
	“Uhmmhmmm, take ‘em down!”
	Stacey Jane hesitated; she gulped, fretted, pursed her lips together hard, and contemplated.  Could she live with a C?  It WAS passing, just barely.  But her dad, her dad was on her case and she had to get a B.  She had to.
	“Ok.” she said—without Carol Anne “insisting.”
	Down came the tight turquoise jeans revealing a near matching snug fitting powder blue panty.  The girl laid down across the lap and once more was felt out, caressed, and then SWAT! and then three more times.
	This go around and there was no protection from the jean material.  Stacey Jane jolted as the swats landed to her perfectly shaped ass.  She clenched and gyrated as the abuse sent her into a realm she was uncomfortable with.  But four swats later and she was learning the basic concept of biology science:

	“Most scientific terms refer to Greek or Latin roots.  But that doesn’t mean you have to know Greek and Latin to understand science terminology.  Many word parts are familiar to us in the English and other Romance languages.  Take the word, 'photosynthesis,' for example.  It comes from the Greek roots photo, syn and thesis. Photo means 'light,' as you probably already knew from other words like photography, photon and photocopy.  The word part syn means 'with' or 'together.'  This might seem like a foreign definition to you.  But think about familiar words like sympathy, synagogue, synchronize, system and symbiotic, all these words use a form of the Greek root syn to describe a togetherness of something.  So, we've got photo and syn; what about the word part, thesis?  In Greek, this word means 'setting, putting, or placing'.  So 'photosynthesis' means 'light-together-putting' or 'putting together with light.'  In other words, photosynthesis is the process by which plants put molecules together using the energy they get from sunlight!”
	Got it?
	Stacey Jane didn’t get it.  She got another C.
	Dejected she returned to Carol Anne.
	“There’s one chance left!” she wailed, “Finals are next week!”
	And her friend from the park who was also having difficulties with biology?
	She got a C on the first test and a B on the second!
	Darn, Carol Anne would have likened to spank her, too!
	Stacey Jane was desperate.  “I’ll do ANYTHING to get a B!”
	Careful, dear, the Devil may be listening!
	“Alrighty, dear, we’ll step up our efforts!”
	Carol Anne nodded, “Anything!”
	That “anything” required Stacey Jane to lower her panties.
	‘Holy shit!’ her pretty face dropped and for a moment she felt sickened.
	Then,
	“Ok.” and she pushed down her pretty orange tinted panties.
	A nice blond muffin greeted Carol Anne.  She eyed the young teen’s vagina determining from the onset that she was a virgin.  She laid down and received a swift swat right off.  Then the customary caressing.  Carol Anne delved her fingers into the girl’s crack,
	‘Answer me truthfully, dear,’ she “insisted” ‘are you a virgin?’
	“Y-yes.” Stacey Jane stammered.
	A little blood began to trickle from Carol Anne’s nose.
	‘Have you ever been naughty with a boy?’
	A brief pause, then; “Like what?”
	‘Oh, like playing with his dick?’
	“Oh!  No!  Never!”
	Carol Anne smoothed her hand about the very nice flesh of Stacey Jane’s ass.  Then, SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	‘Answer me truthfully, have you done anything inappropriate with a boy?’
	Gulp.  “Well, sort of.”
	Carol Anne squeezed a cheek, probed the puckering clean asshole; then,
	‘Who?  Details?  Name, age?’
	“Donny Yankmichain.”
	‘Age?’
	Pause.  Hesitation.  A little sob.  Then, “Six.”
	Holy shit!  Such a clean cut girl, too!
	‘What did you do?’
	“I gave him a bath.” and played with his tallywhacker—his dick.
	And at summer camp she spied on some boys peeing and playing with themselves in the woods.  Her age, a little older, but most boys were her age.
	‘Answer me truthfully, do you WANT to be naughty with a boy?’ a boy her age.  And by “naughty” that was playing with his dick, sucking him, sucking him off, being naked with him, letting him lick her pussy, fuck her up the ass, cum on her face, fuck her pussy.
	Answer:  None of that.
	“I think this little session will absolutely get you a B.” then,
	“However, if you want an A, then we could do more.”
	Stacey Jane stood rubbing her burning ass.
	“Like what?”
	“Well, if you’re willing to let me spank your bare ass, then let’s get all our clothes off and do a little more than spanking!”
	Holt shit!
	‘Holy shit!’
	“Holy shit!”
	Holy shit!

Love, in a downtown flat afternoon
	Butt naked and Stacey Jane had never been so embarrassed—‘ceptin’ when she farted at a slumber party.  But with so many girls there no one knew for sure who let it rip.  She also farted in class, in the cafeteria, on the school bus, at the dinner table with guests.  Get this girl some beano!
	Anyways, Carol Anne was butt naked, too.
	In the bedroom and Stacey Jane was coaxed to lay out on the bed.
	She did.  There was a little fright in the girl but that was understandable.
	Carol Anne parted the girl’s teenage legs and admired longingly with great lust the girl’s cunny.  Then she went down on it.
	Stacey Jane had never-never-never been eaten out.
	She didn’t even know that was possible!
	She had heard of cock sucking but was really vague on what that meant.
	Carol Anne licked, lapped, and munched heartily getting the girl’s juices going.  The teenager bucked into Carol Anne’s face; she thrashed wildly on the bed tossing one way and then the other.  Then,
	“OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!  OH!  MY!  GOD!” she was cumming.
	The teenager had never cum before.
	Carol Anne lapped up all the juices, her own juices were flowing, too!
	Onto the semi distraught girl mashing her smooth shaven quivering quim against the teen’s.  She began to pump, grind, gyrate, and drive the young teen into utter orgasmic bliss and submission.  Carol Anne slowly embraced Stacey Jane, caressed her teenage breasts, then lip locked her for a long enduring Frenching.
	That was followed by turning the girl pinned beneath her over on top of her.  They maintained their embrace and passionately caressed one another.
	‘Pound your pussy against mine.’ Carol Anne insisted.  She transmitted her embedded mind altering thoughts to the teenager and she complied.  Carol Anne clamped tightly the girl’s buttocks reveling in the joy of lesbian sex.  Then she turned the hapless girl around having them in the sixty-niner position.
	‘Lick my cunny, honey, lick me clean!’
	Stacey Jane did so.
	Stacey Jane passed 7th grade biology—with an “A”!

Extracurricular activities 101A/B
	There’s blackmail and then there’s BLACKMAIL!
	There’s deals and then there are sweetened deals.
	There’s outlandish conniving parents, teachers, and opportunists.
	This next snippet has them all—and more!
	Kristie Duckback was the other girl in the park also not doing so well in junior high biology.  She also wasn’t so hot in English, Math, History…but she was passing those classes.  Family life was another pass/no pass and one day her mother had had enough of technology at the dinner table.  For a while she had tolerated the offense but the time had come “NO PHONES AT THE TABLE!”
	Good mom!
	Kristie wasn’t too thrilled with that—it meant that she would have to converse with—egads!  Her siblings!  And her parents!  NOooooo!  The humanity!
	“Maybe you’d rather be spanked?” suggested the daddy.  He was always a bit of a kook; easy going, liked to pass gas and let you walk into it, dress up as a snowman and go down the street—in July!
	She gave her dad a long look—‘are you serious?’ ‘cause sometimes it was hard to tell with him.
	“Sure!” he smiled.
	Kristie was confused.  She needed clarity, “Soooo, to play with my phone, at the table, I have to get spanked?”  this was really confounding.
	Dad nodded.
	“Really?”
	“Really.”
	Kristie had to think it over; then,
	“Uhm, ok.” Kind of halfhearted.
	So off to the den down the hall they went.
	Dad sat down on comfy footstool; his unsure daughter came up to him still unsure very uncertain.
	“Been a long time, hon, since you last got a swat.”
	Kristie didn’t remember.
	“You were about seven, broke a neighbor’s window throwing a baseball.”
	Kristie didn’t remember.  There, too, were a couple of other incidences.
	“Well, then, enough reminiscing, let’s get this over with, hmmm?”
	Kristie gulped and wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do.
	Daddy took her by the elbow and eased her down across his lap.
	Kristie held her breathe with a little fear gripping her.
	Daddy smoothed his hand over her butt then gave it a hearty smack.
	The “hearty” smack jolted the teenager and she let out a little yelp.
	Another smack came followed by another.  Then one more and the session was over.  Kirstie stood up and was just on the brink of shedding tears but the spanking was not that hard.  Still, though…
	“Is that it?” she asked timidly.
	“Could be.”
	‘what the fuck does that mean?’ she was so tired of her daddy using terms she had no idea what the fuck he meant.
	“You can go play with your phone now—”
	Kristie sensed that there was indeed—more.
	“What?”
	“Well,” drawled her daddy, “I was just thinking,”
	“Yeah?”
	“Tomorrow’s payday for you, your “meager” allowance.”
	“Right.  And?”
	“Well, I know in these days and ages—ten bucks doesn’t last.”
	“Right.  And?” by now and the girl was high suspicious.  Highly.
	“Well, so I was thinking of upping your allowance.”
	“How much?”
	“Twenty bucks suit you?”
	‘Hell yeah!’ “Yes.” she said almost excitedly.
	“Well,--”
	‘Here it comes.’
	“I’d even go twenty-FIVE bucks—if you’d let me do something else.”
	“What?”
	“More spanking.”
	Kristie rubbed her ass, it wasn’t stinging now but she anticipated that it would by the time this was over.
	“There’s a catch, though.”
	‘I knew it.’
	“Twenty-five bucks and your pants down.”
	Kristie stared at him.  ‘Are you insane!?’
	But twenty-five bucks is twenty-five bucks!  (hell, I’d let him spank ME for $25 a week!)
	Kristie slid down her kinda tight jeans and got a cold clasp of fear.  Shaking it off she lay again across her daddy’s lap.  He firstly smoothed his hand over her butt, patted it, then let loose a swift swat that nearly jolted her out of her skin.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she yelled out.
	That outburst got her an extra smack.
	When done the girl stood, was highly confused, but she had fifty dollars!
	(regular allowance, the twenty-five dollar raise, plus bonus)

	With Finals Week coming Kristie fretted like most students.  Somehow she managed to squeeze out a meager C on her biology exam pre-test.  Her other classes she was doing better in but the biology test she feared the most.  Her weird dad—that guy!  The spanking wasn’t hard but that wasn’t the point.
	Then one day—she wondered.  How much more could I get?
	She thought lightly of posing the thought, ‘what if I TOLD someone?’
	She wouldn’t, but what if?  It was a scenario she went over and over in her mind.  There were soooo many possibilities!  None of which had good outcomes—police, court, everyone in the county would know, her friends, having to go to family court, to another family.  No she wouldn’t rat out her dad.  However,
	“What’s it worth to you if you want to do that again—spank me?”
	Hmmm
	“Well, pants on—ten bucks.  Pants down—twenty.”
	Kristie nodded, twenty was better.  Way better.
	“And for fifty,” mused dear ole dad, “panties down.”
	Oooooh!  Daddy!
	“My panties?”
	“Down.”
	“Fifty bucks?”
	“All in cash.”
	Fifty bucks was fifty bucks.  What would she do for a Benjamin?  (which was, by the way, her daddy’s name!)
	She was nervous but regardless, her mind was in a blur racing along thinking about what she could get at the mall—a teeshirt, a baseball mitt, some music, gift card for Stacie’s upcoming birthday.
	Pants down, panties down, down across daddy’s lap.
	SMACK!  the first swat was a dousy!  It stung almost immediately.
	“OW!” Kristie bellowed.
	Daddy Ben let fly another smack—not as hard as the initial smack but hard enough.  Then another followed and then two more.  The girl’s ass was pretty tender (and pretty!) and turning a slight shade of red.
	Kristie stood up and though she was embarrassed to be naked with her daddy, she stood with her clothes down rubbing her burning ass.  Every once in a while he DID check her vagina.  Cheeky devil!
	Reaching into his wallet he made a frown, “Hmmm, looks like I don’t have the fifty I promised.”
	Kristie’s eyes widened, “WHAT!?” she was hurt and pissed at the same time.  But before she could rant,
	“All I’ve got is a hundred!” and he handed it over.
	Kristie was mystified.  ‘do I give back change?’
	“No, it’s yours, all yours.”
	‘Holy shit!’
	Holy shit!

What a deal—blackmail!
	Allen Beatsme was an interesting man; he played pool at a local hotel lounge in tournaments—and won!  He was on the board of trustees for the school board.  A deacon at his church.  Sang in two choirs, the church and a semi-professional one.  The latter was a barbershop quartet choir.  He was also a biology teacher at the local junior high.  Stacie’s and Kristie’s local junior high.
	Allen Beatsme also frequented the gay area of town, specifically the bath houses where they did everything BUT bathe!  It was good information to know and Benjamin knew it!
	So, one day while having lunch at an outdoor café downtown where he knew Allen Beatsme made his way to and fro crossing out front of the green gate of the café.  After enjoying his Monte Cristo sandwich he saw his target.
	Benjamin followed the man to the corner where he struck up a conversation,
	“Hey, aren’t you my daughter’s biology teacher?” already known since they’ve met during the infamous parent/teacher meetings.
	Allen Beatsme was unassuming and unaware that the proverbial jig was up.
	He was cordial, “Yes, I am, you’re Kristie’s father, aren’t you?”
	“That’s right!” smiled Benjamin.  “And you’re going to pass my daughter no matter how horrible she fouls up!”
	“Come again?”
	“Did you?” referring to his 2hrs in the bathhouse.
	“Huh?”
	Benjamin let it be known that he knew about Allen’s extracurricular activity.
	The man nearly shit himself.  No one—absolutely no one was to know about his secret lifestyle.  The man was in a panic.  The area of town was supposedly way out of the way of people he might know.  He wore different style of clothes, making himself look bigger, a fake mustache, horned rimmed glasses—the old style ones, and a funky golfer’s beret.  Didn’t fool Benjamin, though.
	Allen Beatsme nodded in agreement that he would pass Kristie “no matter what”.  Benjamin was pleased with his deal with Allen, shady or no.  He shook the man’s hand and they went on about their ways.

One swat—two swat—three swat—four!
	Kristie was in her glory—a hundred bucks PLUS she passed junior high biology!  She couldn’t be happier!  Well, she could, with another hundred bucks!  There were upcoming concerts, birthdays—friends and families.  Also, stuff she liked and wanted—all costing more than she made babysitting and more than what her daddy gave her as allowance (with enhancements!)
	What’s a girl to do?
	Lower herself to the lowest demeaning denominator.
	“If you take off ALL you clothes,” said her dear daddy, “one hundred bucks comes your way.”
	The last time Kristie had been naked in her daddy’s presence she had been but a wee child.  He had given her a bath.  That was a given and per the norm.
	But, concert ticket--$40.  Birthday gifts for several peoples not including family--$50.  Birthday gifts FOR family members--$50.  Miscellaneous items--$100.
	“Ok.” And she sucked it up and began peeling off her clothes.
	All of them.
	She was a little nervous when shucking her panties but what the hell.
	“Why don’t we change it up a bit,” said her daddy, “and let’s have you get on your hands and knees.”  Awesome!
	Once on her hands and knees and daddy Benjamin naughtily gave her a sly look over.  Then he felt of her ass on the pretext of “warming” it up for the pending smacks.  He could see her hole, he could see her furry furburger.  It appeared to be virginal.  He hoped it was for he himself would like to bust it himself!
	SMACK!  the first swat was jarring.
	“SHIT!” blurted Kristie.  That would cost her an extra smack.
	SMACK!
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!”  two extra swats and counting.
	SMACK!
	“GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!”
	That was two-fer!
	Then,
	“Please, daddy,” she cried, “stop!” she still owed three additional smacks.
	Benjamin caressed his daughter’s bright red ass.
	“Maybe we can do something else.”
	“What?” Kristie asked thru her streaming tears.
	“You game to give a blowjob?”
	Long pause.  The girl couldn’t believe what her daddy had said.
	“A hundred bucks, yes; less—no.” she sat up rubbing her searing ass watching her daddy fetch his wallet.  He produced two fifties and gave his child a long hard stare.
	“You know about blowjobs?”
	Kristie nodded—word of mouth (so to speak).
	Benjamin paused and hauled out of his dress trousers his cock.
	Kristie was speechless at this point.  Never-ever in her life had she seen her daddy’s cock.  She admitted to seeing boys at summer camp playing with themselves, she babysat for little boys and gave them baths and changed their clothes when they had “accidents.”
	But her daddy’s dick was not like the boys at summer camp.
	“Another fifty do it?” he asked calmly.
	Kristie nodded.
	Benjamin leaned in closer to his daughter’s pretty face, waggled his aching schlong and Kristie closed her eyes.  Her lips brushed the tip of his pulsing prong and that was almost enough for the man.  Over the bulbous tip and then down the crown.  She wasn’t a pro—which was good.  She didn’t know about diddling the piss slit or rolling her tongue about the crown’s edging.  All she did know was to “go down” the shaft and that was it.
	Up and down—up and down.  Benjamin reeled, he caressed his daughter’s head and moved his hips fucking his daughter’s mouth until he felt his loins stirring.
	“Sweetie,” he purred, “I-I’m gonna cum!”
	Kristie knew what that meant—sort of.  She knew what “cum” was, baby making stuff.  But her daddy seemed so enthused and that enthusiasm got her enthused and so she sucked—sucked—and then was grossed out when the semen exploded into her mouth.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted spatting out the goo.
	“What the fuck, dad!?”
	“I told you, and watch your mouth, I was going to cum!”
	Kristie retched and ran nakedly to the bathroom where she very nearly hurled.  She didn’t but she very nearly did.
	“Goddamn that’s gross!”
	‘you’ll get used to it.’
	“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said coming up behind her, dick still out, “sometimes that sort of thing cant be helped.”
	Kristie breathed hard and couldn’t believe what had happened.
	“It’s sooo gross!”
	Regardless, she netted a cool $200!

	8th grade, one more year and she would be a high schooler!  She couldn’t wait.  The return to school was a week away; she needed a new baseball mitt, new shoes, jeans, maybe a dress, and a ticket (or two—one for herself and one for Stacey Jane) for an upcoming concert Torrid Rain.  Tickets, though, were expensive at $100 for the cheap seats.
	And of course they were sold out within mere minutes of going on sale.
	“Torrid Rain?” her daddy quizzed.  “Never heard of them.” He had.
	“They’re the best!” nah.
	“And the tickets are sold out?”
	“Yes, damn it.”
	The concert was Saturday, school was Monday—half day due to “orientation” but still, school was Monday.  On Wednesday and Benjamin found his daughter pitching in the backyard (with her new mitt.)
	“See where the catcher has his fingers,” Benjamin said to his prize pitcher, “aim for the bottom of his fingers.” The “catcher” was a cardboard cutout.  There was a sophisticated electronic thingy that clocked the speed and accuracy of the pitched ball.
	Kristie aimed and pitched and “STRIKE!” announced the electronic umpire.
	“YEY!” said an exuberant teen.
	More exuberation was coming.
	“Look what I’ve got!” said her daddy producing two prime tickets.
	Score!
	“Tickets!” two of them.
	“Oh my gosh!” the girl was near faint, “These are—Torrid Rain!”
	The latest world wide pop group who thrashed, bashed, and trashed their way into young girls’ hearts everywhere.
	“No—no—oh no!” Kristie’s eyes bulged at seeing just WHERE the tickets had her and Stacey Jane sitting—front row!
	“No fucking way!”
	“Way!”
	Way!
	“How about a kiss for your dear daddy?” your dear horny daddy.
	Kristie was so elated; she kissed her daddy and during the embrace—he copped a feel!
	“Dad!” she complained.
	Benjamin pecked on the glossy tickets—‘take note of the price!’
	$250  premium tickets.  Two of them!
	Kristie nodded, “Another blowjob?”
	“Hmmm, if you like.”
	Kristie wasn’t sure what he meant.
	In his den,
	“Noting your displeasure at sucking,” he began sitting on the edge of his desk, “maybe we can do something else?”
	Kristie shrugged, ‘whatever.’ Then, “Like what?”
	“Well, you’ve got two other entrances into your body.” He let that sink in.
	Kristie nodded that she understood.
	“Alrighty, then, pick one!”
	Kristie gulped.  ‘holy fucking shit!’ she looked panicky.  ‘is-is he asking, proposing what I think he’s proposing?’
	“You don’t have to, sweetie,” Benjamin said seeing his daughter balking, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do or makes you uncomfortable.” But,
	“If you don’t do anything, I’ll have to take those tickets back.”
	Sonofabitch!  What a guy!
	Kristie licked her lips—she had the prime tickets in her hot little hands and wasn’t about to give them up.
	“Why don’t we take our clothes off,” Benjamin said slowly, “and go from there.”
	Sounds like a plan!
	Kristie stripped off her clothes; she still felt foolish and a little embarrassed.
	How far was this going to go?
	Let’s find out!
	Benjamin patted the green vinyl footstool, “Why don’t you lay across this?” and he placed a pillow thereon, too.  Kristie nervously positioned herself (still clutching the tickets!)  Daddy Benjamin caressed her ass then retrieved from his desk some “lube.”  Slathering up his schlong he applied a bit to his daughter’s asshole.
	“What are you doing?”
	“Prepping your hole.”
	‘Oh sweet Jesus!’  butt fucking!
	Benjamin admired his daughter’s dirt chute, fingered it—fingered it—probed it before plunging into her virgin hole his cock.
	“Just relax.” he cooed.  He made slow anal intrusion, pulling out now and then before sliding most of the way in fully.  Kristie’s mind was blank.  This wasn’t happening!  Benjamin entered his daughter’s backdoor and after about a minute or so of steady slow pumping he picked up the pace and got busy with the program.  The program of incestuous sodomy!

Batter up!
	Kristie couldn’t believe it; her favorite ball team had made it to the World Series!  It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as that team usually sat out the finally baseball game of the season.  Tickets to the game, any game, were out of sight and way-way out of reach.
	Well, not so.
	Tickets were available—for a price.
	‘what the fuck do I have to do for those!?’ Kristie wondered to herself.
	She knew.  There was only one entrance left in her body.  She had sucked him (mouth hole) she had spread her cheeks (ass hole) so now there was her pussy—pussy hole.  Sighing deeply, well, might as well!  Might as well!

	As far as fucks go it wasn’t that bad.  It was terrific!  Well, from Benjamin’s point of fuck.  Busting a virgin was always a plus.  Busting his own daughter?  Outstanding!  AND super bonus she was willing!  (and no EMAD!)  It had been a long-long time since last he had deflowered a girl.  Long time.  He was as gentle as he could be; his thoughts were mired in a myriad of jumbled thoughts.  He was fucking his daughter!  He had gotten a blowjob from his daughter and he had buggered her!  Awesome!  Getting into her pussy was da bomb!
	He tried to go as gently as he could, a slow process whereas he wanted her first experience to be a memorable one and not animalistic like it probably would have been with a horny teenage boy.  All the way in—then pump a little, then pull out to hump the cunny’s slit, then back in to finish off.

	For Kristie’s part, her own father breaking her cherry was a mind blower.  She really didn’t know what to think.  She always thought, though, that it WOULD be some horny teenage boy—and NOT her very own father!  But it wasn’t all bad.  Not really.  She had fingered herself, sure, she had used the handheld showerhead against her but nothing was better than good ole fashioned cock.
	Kristie had always wondered what it would be like—to get fucked the first time.  It was intense.  It wasn’t painful as some of her girlfriends said it would be.
	“Just don’t suck his dick afterwards!”  Gross!  That went for both holes.
	There was an undeniable tingling sensation, an eruption that once started there seemed to be no stopping and she craved more.  Her daddy’s cock had ignited something within her that was like a drug or something.  She wanted more!
	“Yes, daddy!” she cried out, “Fuck me!” the rest of her commands were unintelligible as her daddy indeed followed with her request fucking her brains out as well as his.  A very copious amount of cum was dispensed into his daughter’s quim.  That was a risk he knew.  Measures would have to be taken in the following days to avert embarrassing situations.
	Kristie lay on her back (as she should) heaving, sweating, mind in a blur.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Benjamin mouthed as he lay heaving and sweating beside her.
	“Don’t cuss.” Kristie warned him.

	The Home Team was taking it to the 7th game of the Series; they didn’t win but that wasn’t the point.  Kristie, along with her dad and Stacey Jane, were at the 3rd game three big cities north of their own—and having the time of their lives!  It was the atmosphere of being at a Big Game.  And it was a thrilling game with balk calls, homeruns, missed calls, calls at the plate that were controversial, and a fly ball than Kristie caught—in her popcorn container!
	The girls were jazzed (about being at the game); Benjamin, too, was jazzed, but on an ulterior motive level.  After the game the trio returned to their hotel room still hyped up by the intense game—of which their team DID win that one.
	“Time to try out that Jacuzzi!” Benjamin told the girls.  “Clothing optional!” he added under his breath—but it was loud enough to be heard just the same.
	The girls giggled and Benjamin disappeared to the room where the Jacuzzi tub was.  It was a large multi-person square tub thing, seating for four.  He had a wine cooler from the in-room mini bar and just before he was to immerse himself in the jetted bubbles the girls came in.  By the looks on their sweet “innocent” faces they were up to something.
	“What?” he asked suspecting.
	“Well,” began Kristie, “it’s just that we were talking and Stacey Jane was wondering how I got all the stuff that I got and so I told her and so—”
	Benjamin wasn’t too comfortable with his daughter blabbing about her deal with dear ole daddy.  That was a security breach.  However,
	“—so, she wants in.”
	Benjamin cocked his head, ‘where is this going?’
	“She wants in?” he needed clarity.
	“Yeah, you know, our deal.” Ah.
	Benjamin licked his lips, “Uh, how much do you want, or need?”
	Stacey Jane was embarrassed, she blushed, and looked down to the carpet.
	“Well, it’s twenty-five, pants on.  Fifty, pants down.  Seventy-five, panties down.  And for a hundred bucks—naked!”
	Stacey Jane could be seen breathing hard.  In her young mind she was going over and over the things a hundred bucks could bring her.  Dignity and morals nowhere to be seen.  She nodded her pretty head, pursed her lips, gulped, sweated (perspired) and fiddled with her fingers trying to finger out how to proceed.
	“Well,” began Stacey Jane, “I’d like to get my mom a watch, for her birthday.”
	Benjamin asked, “How much is the watch?”
	“One hundred twenty-five dollars.” she answered.
	‘then naked it is!’
	“I got some stuff I’d like, too,” Kristie chimed in, “a hundred bucks and then some.” And she began stripping off her clothing to make it easier for Stacey Jane.
	Benjamin parked it on the bed, patted his lap and watched the girls undress.
	Stacey Jane was no stranger to having her fanny smacked.  Still, it was her best friend’s dad!  Talk about weird!  She slipped her panties down and there she was—naked.  Kristie was naked and Benjamin was hard.
	Kristie went first.
	SMACK! the first swat was a good one jolting Kristie right off.
	Stacey Jane gulped; her own ass automatically tightened.
	SMACK! the second swat was a little harder than the previous.
	Kristie fidgeted, twisting her young body and reeling a bit in the abuse.
	SMACK! the third swat was not hard but cumulated with the previous…
	SMACK! the fourth and final swat brought the young girl to tears and her lily white ass to a shade of red.  Benjamin smoothed his hand all over the girl’s ass, squeezed the cheeks and lusted heavily.  Kristie stood up, caressed her burning ass and gave her daddy a little glare; ‘that’ll cost you, asshole.’
	Benjamin smiled to his slightly annoyed/pissed off daughter.  Then he patted his lap and Stacey Jane approached albeit cautiously.  She offered a meager smile; this was way weird.  Way.
	But she laid down and braced.
	Mr. Benjamin smoothed his hand over her ass and got righteously hard.
	SMACK!  the girl’s butt jiggled as his already stinging hand swatted the flesh.  He made small circles and smacked one cheek and the then the other.  He had to wonder to himself—‘what else would she be willing to do?’  Eyeing his naked daughter standing by didn’t make matters concerning his cock any better.  He could already feel some seepage.  He was sure that he could probably fuck Kristie but how would Stacey Jane feel about?  Would they have to fuck in the bathroom privately?
	Four smacks and Stacey Jane stood almost in tears.  She rubbed her ass and tried to turn her head to see it.
	A crazy kooky thought burst into Benjamin’s mind—‘hey, would you two sluts like to spank me?’
	That would be weirder.
	The girls were paid off and they were elated.  For a brief moment there was eye-to-eye contact between Benjamin and Kristie.  He went on to fetch a wine cooler from the in-room mini bar and wait.  He could hear whisperings behind him.  His cock was rock hard and getting harder—neither girl had put their clothes on.  Not even their panties!
	“Soooo, how much for a blowjob?”
	Benjamin smiled, “Twenty-five!”
	“Each of us?” Kristie asked.
	Benjamin nodded.
	The girls were delicious—especially naked!
	Stacey Jane continued to rub her ass—and avert her eyes from the undressing Benjamin.  He stood bare with a massive erection.  Waggling it he winked to his daughter and she took up pose, on her knees before the waggling dong.  Stacey Jane stared in wide eyed wonderment as Kristie began sucking—sucking her daddy’s cock!
	It was too unbelievable.  But Stacey Jane was enthused and giddy just the same.  Kristie fingered herself while sucking and Stacey Jane felt unusual feelings in her own sex.  Kristie plopped the poppycock out of her mouth, waggled it and then rubbed on her face; then leaned to one side waggling the prong to Stacey Jane.
	With a sigh the girl got on her knees and cock into her mouth.
	To describe the taste of cock in her mouth?  She couldn’t.  She had never had such a taste to compare.  But for the most part, it wasn’t all that bad—especially since Kristie seemed to enjoy it.  And for sure Mr. Benjamin did!
	Oh!  How those girls sucked!  They sucked and sucked and got a healthy amount of jiz for their efforts.  Benjamin blasted his first explosion of ball juice into his daughter’s mouth, the rest went into Stacey Jane’s mouth with a smaller amount squeezed out onto their faces.

	The man heaved, sweated, farted, and collapsed onto the bed flopping his joy stick.  Stacey Jane made a face at the man-cream on her face.
	“Ewewew!” she exclaimed.
	“Yeah, it’s pretty gross.” ‘but you’ll get used to it.’  kinda.  Then,
	“Wanna make MORE money?”
	“Fuck yeah!” optimum word there, “fuck.”
	Kristie got up off her knees and made for her daddy.  Stacey Jane sat back and watched in utter awesome awe as her friend “mounted” her daddy.  She was more astonished watching as the girl guided into her pussy the man’s cock.  Kristie began sliding herself up and down taking the manhood with ease.
	Stacey Jane found herself a little excited—especially betwixt her legs!
	Fingering herself she watched in confused but thrilled awe only barely knowing that what she was seeing was actual incest in progress.  Not to mention underage sex.  Then Kristie rose up slapping the cock against her ass before moving up to straddle her daddy’s chest.  Patting her ass and looking over her shoulder to Stacey Jane conveying, “Come on, get some, get some cash!”
	Stacey Jane hesitated but was motivated by the draw of sex, sex with a man, sex with her best friend’s daddy, and cash.  She wasn’t a virgin, but that wasn’t the point.  She moved up and was for a bit somewhat terrified.  The boys who had breached her cunny before were boys incapable of getting her pregnant.  But Kristie waggled her daddy’s cock and Stacey Jane said (to herself) ‘what the fuck!’ and mounted.
	Benjamin Duckback’s cock was way more than seven year old Scott Beerknee.  All thoughts were suddenly obliterated as the man thing invaded her.  There were sensations she couldn’t account for.  There were feelings she had never felt before.  She shuddered from the beginning—and to the end!  Mr. Benjamin thrust UP into her cunny causing her to shiver with elation.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted aloud.  Her cunny tightened and then loosened as a river of juices began to flow.  She raised herself up to the point where Mr. B’s cock almost popped out.  Then she resettled herself and repeated this act over and over.
	Meanwhile, Mr. B was highly enthused.  Highly.  With his hands clamped tenaciously to his daughter’s hips he managed to wink at her.  His focus was mainly on her bouncing teenage titties.  A fair amount of concentration was on his sex with Stacey Jane.  The penetration was dramatic and intense.  Animalistic tendencies began to mount; his head swirled with nonsensical things; taxes, house payments, dental appointment.
	Finally there was release.  And a mighty release it was!  A flood of cum exploded into Stacey Jane’s quim—DEEP into Stacey Jane’s quim.  Benjamin nearly fainted but merely collapsed.  Thankfully he was on the bed at the time.
Was it good for you?
	The rabbit hole
	Stacey Jane grunted as her asshole was plugged; her grunts were muffled, though, by her mouth engulfing Kristie’s cunny.
	‘This is gonna cost me!’ Benjamin said dryly to himself.  But it was worth it!  Skimming from the profits of his company was someday going to come back on him.  Was it worth it?  hmmm  Hell ya!  Not only was he banging his teenage daughter like a screen door in a hurricane—he was banging his daughter’s best friend, too!
	He had no shame.

Who are you?
I am FUCK!  FUCK of the Mountain!
	Continuing on a theme; continuing with no shame Benjamin and the girls took in the City with the remaining time that they had before they had to head back home to their own City.  A couple of museums they hit just to kill some time, take pictures, ogle the nude statuary…
	Then it was to the mall.
	Not a lot of different stores in the mall from the one they had at home but it was a different feel about it regardless.  The girls shopped, Benjamin ogled the shoppers (other than his girls.)  There were some interesting shoppers, too; specifically the gaggle of girl scouts and cheerleaders!
	Following the groups thru the mall and Benjamin found himself outside of one of the major chain store anchors.  The girl scouts he had been following haphazardly ducking into a mall store here and there and one over there, then resuming his following.
	Having a handful of packages he made for the car to deposit and then go back to get his girls (and their packages); have a bit to eat and then head for home.  Along the way (in the parking lot) he saw a young girl wandering alone.  At first he let it be and continued on his way.
	But then he heard the wee lass crying.
	She was lost and unattended.
	A fatherly instinct took Benjamin; then he took the girl!
	Only vaguely was he aware of the security measures to prevent such an occurrence; the mall’s rooftop mounted security cameras, the parking lot light poles security cameras, and the roving security guards.  Regardless, and the proverbial caution to the wind, Benjamin cooed to the child, caressed her face, and contemplated many nefarious thoughts, actions, and deeds.  Many.

	Oh he knew it was callous, dastardly, even heinous, nevertheless his perverted heart sang to him a new tune.  As the child of four munched on a mall store cookie scoundrel Benjamin managed the child’s panties to one side.  Finger!  Finger!  Finger!
	And naturally he was not satisfied with Finger! Finger! Finger!
	The pinkish panties were tugged down—and then off.  Her little chubby legs were spread and more Finger! Finger! Finger! ensued but with more umph.  Then, with total disregard for decency he whipped out his schlong rubbing it against “Tiffany’s” bald cunny.
	That was followed by a generous squirting of cum.
	More fingering with some probing.
	The cad then got her small cookie crusted hands to play with his saucy schlong before coaxing her to kiss and then suck the head.  Had he had the time (and a more secure place) he would have…well, you know.

	The Ultimate had a One-for-One sale.  Awesome!
	Singing Stripes had a sale buy one get one half price.
	Forever Teen, Lost Teens, Preventable Kauses, InnerSanctum all were having glorious sales aimed at teenagers with money.  Kristie and Stacey Jane had money.  And after their shopping spree they gathered at the entrance/exit of one of the mall doors waiting for their driver.  He never showed.
	“He’s in Sears.” most likely chimed Kristie.
	“Not likely that he would be in Dominate Wonder!” a store of girlie stuff.
	“I dunno,” giggled Kristie, “he might like it!”
	The girls slurped their drinks and watched some teenage boys.
	The boys noticed that they were being noticed and merged to flirt with the girls.  Chitchat this and ‘where do you live’ that and ‘would you like to cum to a party?’  The girls had to decline—but they sure didn’t want to!
	“Maybe he’s at the OTHER entrance.” surmised Stacey Jane.
	“Could be.” Kristie said kind of exasperated.  The bags she was carrying were getting heavy and it was time to get off her feet.  The girls tredged their way thru the throngs of peoples to find no Daddy figure of their own at the other entrance.
	“Remember where the car is parked?”
	“Uh,” no, “didn’t we park by Upper Loft?  In the parking structure place?”
	Kristie didn’t remember that, she thought it was out in the main parking area in front of the main doors of the mall.
	“Fuck it, let’s go.” said a getting pissed off Kristie.
	They made for the Upper Loft, a side chain anchor store that let out to the multilevel parking structure.
	No dad there, either, but there was a cute little boy.
	Alone.
	Lost.
	And getting frightened.
	The girls felt sorry for him, talked to him, gave him their drinks, and took him by the outside where the little fellow thought his family had gone.
	No family.
	Single people, young people, old people.  No family people.
	Then,
	“I gotta go!” announced the youngster and he was holding his hand where little boys like to hold their hand—to themselves.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Stacey Jane, “Now what?”
	Kristie, a chip off the old block (of her father) “Let’s go over there.” To the parking structure where the elevators and utility room was.  There, was a little nook for the gardener and that was where they went—and that was where little Nickolas whipped out his pee-pee (with help from Kristie) and peed.
	Stacey Jane blushed, checked for anyone getting too close, and watched as Kristie masturbated the little boy’s penis.
	“Coast clear?” Kristie asked.
	“Coast clear!” Stacey Jane giggled.
	Kristie fondled Nickolas’ pee-pee (Fondle! Fondle! Fondle!) then gingerly lowered his short pants and underwear.
	“Kristie!” exclaimed an astonished Stacey Jane.
	Kristie!
	Kristie blushed then turned the boy to her conveying, ‘come on, I know you!’
	Kristie and Stacey Jane were not angels, far from it.  They were babysitters and opportunists.  They babysat many a youngster, boys mostly.  And of those boys there were bath times whereas some fondling took place.  Fondling, sucking, and grinding.  The girls had always wanted to try to go “all the way” with a little boy but something always came up—like the parents coming home or some silly shit like that.
	Stacey Jane got on her knees, after making another security check, then fondled the little boy’s pecker herself.  Her eyes gleamed and soon it was she herself who was sucking him!
	“Do you have brothers?  Sisters?” Kristie asked.
	A brother older, a sister older, a sister younger.
	“Do you take baths together?”
	Nickolas nodded that it was so; the older brother was twelve, the sister ten, the younger sister was five.  Nickolas was six (but almost seven.)
	Nickolas furthered divulged that his sister, the ten year old, did the same thing that Stacey Jane was doing.  She sucked both her brothers and then some!
	Then some?
	“Nora and Andy wrestle.” he explained (without their clothes on!)
	Ah.
	“And does your sister wrestle with you?” Kristie wanted to know.
	“Sometimes.”
	It was getting too much for Kristie.  Her cunny was already on fire from those teenage boys.  She was sure that at their party there would be a fair amount of drugs—and a lot of sex.
	Looking around and seeing no one Kristie pushed down her pants and underwear, then laid out on the dirty/grimy cement floor.  The gardener’s buildings was a wooden structure that more than enough shielded the naughty girls and their doings.  And their doings was getting little Nickolas onto Kristie.  There, and like he did with his sister, he grinded his little Nicky against her fevered cunny.
	Stacey Jane helped guide the little boy’s pecker into her friend’s fevered cunny.  She then caressed the boy’s soft warm ass—then got busy fingering herself.  After some time and Stacey Jane was naked.  Naked!  She sat on her friend’s face, wiggling her own sopping wet cunt to her face.  Then, as Nickolas pulled out as he often did she sucked him.
	Kristie munched on Stacey Jane’s cunt, spanked her, fingered her asshole, and wondered casually how would her father feel about this?  Truth be known and he’d probably join in!
	Kristie got naked and then got Nickolas naked.  Both girls loved on the boy, spanked him (lightly) and got HIM to spank THEM! followed by fucking their poop chutes.
	Voices interrupted anything else.  The girls scrambled into their clothes then dressed Nickolas; they kissed him, sucked him (again) then escorted him back to the store where they ditched him.

“Give me an A!  Give me a L!  Give me a C!  Give me an O!  Give me a H!  Give me another O!  Give me another L!  What the hell does that spell!?
	Oh there’s never nothing better than to watch young people.  Young people trying to be old people—er, adult people.  Smoking, drinking, swearing, driving, fucking, smoking while driving, swearing while driving, and fucking in the backseat while someone else drives while smoking and drinking…
	Benjamin made his way thru the long mall from one end to the other end, Sears.  There was lots there to peruse; tools, too!  A small gaggle of cheerleaders from some high school had his attention the most.  But he did purchase a fifty dollar multiuse tool—to go with his forty dollar multiuse tool at home.
	It was obvious that some of the dozen girls were a little inebriated.
	Correction—a LOT inebriated.
	Three of the dozen girls diverted down an aisle of camping wear.
	Benjamin casually watched them.
	One girl, a Mexican, did a five-finger discount stuffing a package of socks down her cheerleader top.  Another girl, a Chinese girl, apprehended a camping knife.  Girl number three, a red haired girl, was about to palm a package of granola bars when Loss Prevention Officer intervened.  Rats!
	However, the girls were in panic mode and when they saw their companions they made eye contact.  The gaggle of cheerleaders approached but the LPO halted them.  Other patrons of the store did not know what was going on and encircled the Officer who was being a loud mouth and rude.  The girls (not the pilfering ones) began shouting and distracting.
	It was that distracting that got Benjamin motivated and “escorted” the girls thru a maze of the store’s aisle and out a side door.  Then around the loading dock, around some bushes, around a corner of the mega mall, and ducking into a service door that was left open by a delivery driver.
	A conference room was available; door unlocked.  There were security measures; a keypad.  But the door was unlocked and Benjamin was desperate.  The girls in tow were in panic—and drunk!  Good combo!  Into the conference room they all went; it was semi dark in the room with the great bay windows closed off by heavy curtains and drapes.  Multiple tables for conferencing were here; the a/c was on; there was a side open room having a small kitchenette, and an open bar.
	More liquor!
	The girls enjoyed the open bar—as did Benjamin.
	Scotch, whiskey, beer, and wine coolers.  The girls weren’t too much into whiskey or the Scotch, but the wine coolers were cool.  And it didn’t take long before the trio of cheerleaders were very drunk.
	“Now,” began Benjamin, “for your pilfering ways, you have to be punished.”
	“W-what you going—BURRRRP!—going to do!?” belched Bonita Warez.
	Benjamin smiled at the Mexican girl; she was very cheerleader material.  Long silky brown hair, beautiful eyes and smile, creamy chocolate skin, great body shape, very-very nice teenage titties, and drunk off her ass!
	“Well, you have a choice,” Benjamin told her/them; “to be spanked or go to jail.”
	“I-I-I don’t want to go to fucking jail!” bitched loudly Claudia Hanwa.
	The Chinese girl swayed and was close to passing out.
	“Then bend over!”
	Claudia bent over—then fell over.
	The red head began to laugh, then threw up.  Benjamin got her away from her spew and bent her over the glossy conference table.  Her outfit was yellow with white pleated skirt.  Yellow bloomers, or spankies if you will.  She wore panties underneath.  Benjamin found that she was “wet.”  But he wasn’t sure if she was wet from an “accident” or wet from being bi and her fellow cheerleaders turned her on.  He went with the latter and found it difficult to maneuver both bloomers and panties aside.  So, off with her clothes!
	The girls outfit and undies were removed and there she was—naked.
	Benjamin admired her, her stalwart companions were passed out.  Smoothing his hand over the unconscious girl’s ass got him more and more aroused.  A little smack to check her unconscious level.  Nada.  The next smack was a little harder.  The girl grunted, whined, and peed.  Benjamin whipped out his cock and smacked it against the girl’s butt.  Then, parting her cheeks he finessed his sauce giver to her cunny.
	He found it delightful!  And non-virginal.  Of course.  It was still snug enough to give him relief and he was soon pumping like he knew how.  And he did!  Claudia grunted but otherwise remained out of the know.  Benjamin fucked her until blowing his load DEEP within her.
	Bonita was next; he stripped the girl down and made love to her as she lay on the floor.  Those titties!  Those titties bounced as he ploughed her.  She groaned and was also not a virgin.  A little rug burn on the girl’s shoulders there was but oh well.  He came nicely in the girl’s cunny then drizzled the remainder onto her shaven clean cunt.
	He almost forgot the spanking!
	Cynthia Rooiz received the spanking.  She came around but was still way out of it.  He liked her that way, the red head girl was a little fiery but manageable.  She didn’t like being spanked so hard but Benjamin did.  He turned her little tight ass as bright red as her hair!  Then he plugged her asshole for good measure.

Epiclog
	A three hour train trek lay ahead of them.  As Kristie and Stacey Jane slept, Benjamin noted the girl across the narrow aisle; she was smiling at him and casually opening her legs revealing her crisp white snug fitting panties.  She wore a private school girl outfit and she was Japanese!  Another girl like her was asleep beside her.  Benjamin smiled back and tried to look at the passing scenery outside the window.
	But having a short attention span he couldn’t.
	The Japanese girl got up out of her seat and made way down the aisle.  At the door leading to the dining car she looked back over her shoulder and winked then raised her skirt revealing her panty clad ass.  Here we go again!