August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 8
Cumming Along Nicely

	August took note that Kristy had more to offer.  Actually, they all did.  But he was in Kristy’s noggin and so he prowled around and opened another dark door.  He was mildly amused at what he found lurking beyond.  Kristy-Kristy-Kristy.  Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!  
	Her parents had divorced, her mother dated and soon remarried.  Kristy was so-so okay with it and a little lackluster about the new daddy.  She seldom spoke to him, only out of courtesy to her mother.  Another invader to the house was Karen.  Karen was a sweetie, blond, precocious as all get out, and adorable.  Kristy had issues and so was not so keen on Karen, either.
	Another entry into the household was Gomer.  Gomer?  Gomer was a 5 year old Yellow Labrador Retriever.  He was mellow yellow and a cool character.  Kristy warmed to him more than to her new little sister.
	The dog though five years old still thought himself a puppy, he chased his tail, drank out of the toilet, fell on the floor and exposed himself, and carried on like a normal puppy.  In one incidence the dog thrust it’s muzzle into Kristy’s crotch.
	She was at first appalled at this intrusion, but then upon reflection…
	She soon began harboring the dog to herself, sneaking into the basement, into her room, and out in the woods were/when no one was about.  Here she coaxed the doggie to “thrust his muzzle” into her crotch.  This only led to Kristy lowering her jeans and undies and allowing the dog to have a go at her.
	It was sensational!
	The dog’s hot breath and flicking tongue did absolute wonders for her.  She achieved incredible orgasms, her nipples became erect and sensitive and there was nothing like having a dog lick you out.  Nothing like.
	She also found that the doggie seemed to like it, too--his pecker got stiff.  He was no dummy.  Kristy took their relationship a step further, giving the dog a “red rocket”--that is to say jerking the dog off.
	And from cunnilingus and red rocket to full fledged horn dogging, lay out, positioning herself and allowing Gomer to have another go at her, this time with his pecker IN her pussy, not just in her hand.  She didn’t do it all the time, just now and then when she was extra horny.

	Now, let’s see--ah yes, Logan & Mary Anne…
	One fine lazy summer afternoon not so long ago, Mary Anne was in the company of a one Frankie Zeller.  A nice lad of 6, bright, typical lad of six, outgoing, and loved his babysitter.  And Mary Anne loved him.  They had come to the park, nearly everyone did, and played for some time before the young lad began chasing after an elusive butterfly.
	Mary Anne had chase after the both of them and when the yellow winged insect disappeared into the woods, Frankie cried.  There was naught to do but take Frankie into the woods for a quick looksee.  She hadn’t much time and had to get the youngster back home, a bath, fed, and to bed.
	Just before entering into the woods Mary Anne caught sight of Logan.  Logan was with a little girl he had by the hand.  Mary Anne didn’t know the child, but it was at a distance, too.  Frankie tugged at Mary Anne’s hand so she let Logan go and entered into the woods.
	Logan had sighted Mary Anne himself, but she had been in about the middle of the park at the time.  His attention was diverted and when he looked for her again, she was gone.  Not miffed, he continued escorting his charge about; she was six year old Jana Rumsfeld, she was blind in one eye and unable to see out of the other.  Partial deafness and suffering from  a mild case of brain paralysis.  She had Downs Syndrome.  
	After a few minutes lingering in the park Logan slipped into the nearby woods.  He had (natch) ulterior motives.  He had two of them, in facts:  to have a little personal one-on-one fun with Jana, and seek out the elusive Mary Anne.

	Mary Anne had a feeling, the butterfly was long gone and right as rain young Frankie’s attention was onto something else.  She let the boy tug her this way and then that, all the while keeping attune (herself) for any signs of Logan Matthews.
	After a time she gave up, there was no sign of him.  They crossed a log over a small creek and surefooted Frankie fell in.  He hurt his hand and was frightened about the splashdown.  Mary Anne, too.  She was responsible for the boy at all cost.  His hand wasn’t too hurt, not even skint.  The fingers worked as well as the wrist.  But he was soaked thru.  Bringing Frankie thru the park soaking wet was not a good idea--she feared someone who knew Frankie’s family would rat her out.  And that just wouldn’t do.
	So while the sun shone brightly and warmly, in a small area down from the log, she stripped the boy down.  Frankie was cool with that.  He forgot about his hurtie-owie and happily pranced about doing boyish things while his clothes attempted to dry out.
	Mary Anne got that unmistakable “horny” feeling betwixt her legs--watching the young nude boy play around, his little tally dancing before her.  It was agony, pure agony.  The lad soon ran into her--for a hug.  He so loved his babysitter.  Mary Anne squeezed his warm bare ass, kissed him a peck and then--fingered his butt crack and began a sly trick of fondling his prick and balls.
	Frankie had no problem with this and soon Mary Anne tugged down her blouse and exposed her breasts.  Frankie fondled the mounds gleefully and then was encouraged to suckle.  Mary Anne worried that he might try this with his mother--and if he did, she certainly hoped the youngster didn’t explain how he had come to re-learn the infantile delight.
	While Frankie sucked on a delightful supple teenage breast, Mary Anne fondled his wares, eyes closed, cumming between her legs.  She did this all unawares that she was being observed.
	Thankfully, it was Logan who observed.

	With his clothes finally dry enough she dressed the boy and quickly began making tracks back to the park.  It was mid summer and there was plenty of daylight, but Frankie needed a bath and fed--that would take up the rest of the daylight hours.
	At the log Mary Anne trained her attention to a small flock of birds that had suddenly sprang up from within the woods to one side of her.  This was a clear indication that someone was there.  Had they seen her and Frankie?  She waited a moment, then curiosity prompted her that this necessitated a looksee.
	Ahmmmmm, Mary Anne with little Frankie in tow sneaked like Indians into the woods, hunkered down and peeked into an area whereupon Mary Anne saw what she couldn’t believe she was seeing.  It took her breath away.  Logan Matthews with his schlong into the little girl’s mouth!
	It was shocking and reprehensible.  Mary Anne chewed down on her lip, realizing that she was not one to judge.  She didn’t know the little girl, she must be knew.  But then again, there were a LOT of kids in suburbia, she didn’t know them all.
	Logan slid his cock out and rubbed on the girl’s face, then went to his knees and brought the girl’s hand to it and had her stroke him.  His clothes were still on, just his cock out of his jeans.  The little girl’s jeans and panties were at her ankles.
	Mary Anne was a little appalled, even more so when she noted that the child seemed dysfunctional, and blind!  Her heart palpitated, she felt flush and distraught.  Then seconds later she felt intrigued--’specially when she found young Frankie looking onto the site, as well.
	Frankie was up against Mary Anne, her arms about him.  She found that the lad had wood!  She thought he too young to have such sexual notions, but oh well.
	Logan had removed the little girl’s clothes and brought his own clothes down.  Once more he returned to humping her mouth, bringing her hands about to caress his ass.  He soon began humping faster and faster, bringing his cock out only a couple of times to hump her pretty face, then back into her gullet to finish cumming off.
	A great gob of juices spilled into the girl’s mouth, Logan pulled out and shot the remaining juices onto her face and neck and chest.  The little girl made a few faces but didn’t seem distressed about it.  Then Logan laid the child down on her clothes and brought his mouth down to her young cunny.  
	Mary Anne feasted her eyes both on Logan’s ass and swinging balls as well as his tongue flicking into the child’s cunny.  Out of Frankie’s damp pants she slyly hauled out his little pecker and pleased it.  At length the boy turned about and fumbled for Mary Anne’s breasts…

Cumming Together
	Stacie’s dad lived in the City.  Stacie still loved him very much, though her mother did not and did not overly approve of her daughter trekking out to the City to spend the weekend with him.  But she couldn’t stop her daughter and two weekends a month Stacie boogied to the City to do just such.  August detected strongly that there was something worthy of investigating.
	Inasmuch as he had detected Kristy’s ultimate sin, there was something buried very deeply with the young teen’s secretive lair.  His first glimpse was simply of Stacie and her father sitting in a semi darkened apartment floor, incense buring, the father clad in something resembling a Japanese robe, Stacie was in similar fashion.  They were drinking Japanese sake--and smoking marijuana!
	But that wasn’t the dark secret.
	There was more.  Lots more.
	August found mixed emotions and feelings, and saw Kristy a part of the City trek.  It seemed as though the other girls came along, too.  It took a bit to weed out the “secrets” and get a better timeline.

	On one of Stacie’s treks to the City, Kristy was along.  We’ll skip the bland convo, the girls were just being girls--talking girl stuff.  When in the City via train they meandered about before making for Stacie’s second home.  The girls ogled some construction workers, then some boys closer their own age.  They at length came to the downtown upscale apartment complex and made themselves at home, there was a note tacked to the door--Stacie, have to work late, but will be home around 6PM; will bring Chinese.
	Stacie and Kristy ooehed and ahhed, they loved Chinese food.  It was early yet and they had time to kill.  So they killed it, by cranking the tunes and stripping down to their Birthday Suits.  Stacie and Kristy had a kinship that was unique.  But all the girls of the Club were bonding.
	Being nude together was a special thing, though, between Stacie & Kristy, they often stole time together when possible to--to--to “explore” the boundaries of  their relationship.  This included light fondling of one another, showering, bathing one another, kissing, Frenching, and cunt munching.
	They did this and smoked a joint before Stacie’s father arrived bearing the Chinese food.  The girls were clothed by then, a little high, but clothed.  They were highly giddy, too.  They were dressed in kimonos and quickly began going through the good eats.  Stacie’s father disappeared for a few minutes and returned equally clad in Japanese attire--but for a man.
	After noshing on the food, they smoked another joint while listening to ancient Japanese music.  Kristy lost it and was “out” not long after tokking.  When she awoke to the call of mother nature she was in one of the spare beds.  She did her business and was none the wiser to the fact that she was NUDE.
	This only came to light when awakening in the early morning.  She had a major headache, dizzy, and needed a shower big time.  She found her clothes scattered on the floor by the twin bed and wondered who had put her to bed--and removed her clothes?
	It was a no brainer, obviously Stacie had.
	Hadn’t she?
	(August pried into Stacie’s noggin’ for the answer but it was as elusive as a butterfly.)
	Kristy sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment gathering herself, again the need to pee prompted her to move.  In the hall she paused as she heard noises.  It was just breaking dawn, only the nite lights in the hall gave off any semblance of light.
	Carefully she moved down the short hall and peered cautiously into the sunken living room.  She was not overly prepared for what she saw.  Stacie was on TOP of her father, both were very nude and Stacie’s father (Ron) had his hands latched onto the girl’s pillowy lily white ass checks.  
	Stacie rode her father, made satisfying sounds of sexual pleasure, and carried on for several minutes before they enjoyed sexual bliss.  Kristy slinking in the dim lit hall found that she was friggin’ herself, and cumming!  Only recently she had had intercourse with Gomer.  Her cunny quaked and quivered for sexual fulfillment, she knew sex with an animal was wrong, but she also knew that a dog’s cum couldn’t knock her up.  Her pussy yearned to be filled with cock--any cock.
	Ron rolled his daughter over, sucked on her titties a moment, rubbed her sides and smacked (lovingly) her ass--before placing her on her backside and raising her legs up.  Stacie held her legs back at the knees while her dad went down and licked her cummy cunt.  It only took a moment or two before Ron’s cock was ready again.  He sank his cock into the young teen and fucked her into oblivion.
	Kristy was beside herself, she could hardly stand it, cum was drenching her fingers and trickling down her legs.  Holding her breath and breathing hard at the same time she waltzed into the kitchen.  She made a little noise as she opened the fridge door and helped herself to a glass of orange juice.
	She looked into the living room where Ron and Stacie raised their heads.  Both were not overly sure how Kristy would take the father-daughter relationship.  But smoking pot was illegal, too.
	Kristy smiled and waved and quashed her thirst with downing the glass of juice in one gulp.  She then, still naked herself, waltzed up to the back of the sofa and looked upon the father & daughter.  There was a fleeting fantasy thought August saw, Kristy yearned to make it with HER father, her biological one.  But he was in sunny California and it wasn’t possible.
	“We, uh, we were just, uh--” stammered Stacie’s father.
	“Just having some quality time.” jeered Stacie.  He ruffled his daughter’s already tousled hair.  The two lay back down arms and legs akimbo.  Kristy watched for a moment and then assumed it was a private thing and sashayed quickly to the bathroom.
	After a good pee, she washed her face and stared into the basin for a long moment.  Again the fantasy of making love to her own (bio) father like Ron and Stacie were doing enticed her.  She didn’t believe her father would agree, but she could fantasize, couldn’t she?
	She paused in the hall, wondering if she should intrude again.  Just to watch.  But “just to watch” wasn’t enough, she DID want Ron to fuck her, she wanted his cock in her cunny, in her mouth.  She wanted to taste his balls, she wanted him to fuck her brains out!!
	But it was not likely.  Banging his own daughter was bad enough, humping another teen girl could get the man life in jail.  Best not tempt it.  Kristy flopped onto her bed, laying stomach down, ass up.  She fingered her pussy into a stupor, tweaked her nipples and yearned for satisfaction.
	That came moments later with Stacie flopping onto the bed, grinning and clearly “up to something.”  Suddenly, someone “else” clambered onto the bed, Stacie’s father--Ron.
	As Kristy was already in prime doggie-style position Ron had easy access to her sweet derriere.  While daughter Stacie fondled and kissed Kristy, Ron probed the girl’s asshole and gash, then introduced his manly non-doggie cock to the hole and promptly reamed her a good one!

	Oh, yes.  Brock.
	Brock Hossman delivered the newspaper for the community.  One morning while doing such he gave the daily blab a mighty swing and the paper must of caught a hefty sudden breeze as the heavy paper hooked and landed into the bushes along side a house.  He stopped his bike and made a “U”-turn.  He found the paper up alongside the house behind the bushes; he didn’t mean to, but when looking up he just HAPPENED to look into the house.
	It was a den, the living room on the opposite side.  In the den was a woman fingering herself.  She was nude and thrashing about on a red velvet Victorian sofa.  Brock whipped “it” out and jerked off while watching.  The woman turned about on the sofa, presenting her naked ass to the unseen onlooker.
	She soon began spanking herself and sending Brock into euphoria.
	She didn’t do this the following morn.  Nor the next, Brock made sure the paper made the “hook” and landed in the bushes.  No need to raise unnecessary suspicions.   On the morning of the fourth day, he was not prepared for what he saw.  There was another in the den, equally naked, but not a woman--well, not an ADULT woman.  It was a girl.  And he knew her.
	Both “mother & daughter” were naked and spanking one another, shoving objects (dildos) into one another, and cunt munching.  It was almost more than a poor young teenage boy (13) could take.  ’especially since he knew one of the participants, Claudia.

	“Whatcha doing!?” squeaked an inquisitive mousey voice.
	To say the least she was startled, a squirt of personal juices spilled out of her quim, her heart pounding, frightened beyond belief.
	“What are you doing up?”
	“I had to go pee!” yammered back the little girl.
	Kristy sat back into her pillows, ’Shit!’ she was going to have to lock her door from now on.
	It was just before midnight, Kristy had awakened in a sexual stupor and found the only relief was fingering her quaking gash.  Her sexual romps with Ron in the City had enticed her beyond her wildest expectations.  Since her return home she had had no choice but to make it with Gomer, he humped and pumped her well enough to satiate her insatiable cunny.
	Now she was “busted” by her sibling stepsister.
	Surreptitiously Kristy pulled a pillow to conceal her nudity; but little Karen HAD seen her naked a few times already, but usually mostly in her undies.  Kristy, though, had seen little Karen butt bare assed naked many times, helped her dry off after a bath and to dress in special Sunday school clothes.
	But now seemed to be an awkward time.
	“I-I wasn’t doing anything.” Kristy said in a low voice.
	“Are you hot?” asked Karen innocently.
	“What!?” almost shouted Kristy, not realizing Karen’s question was not directed at the reference of sexual implications.
	“You don’t got your clothes on, are you hot?”
	Oh brother!!
	Kristy didn’t know what to do, it was an awkward moment.
	“Why don’t you go back to bed?” Kristy cooed to the little girl.
	Karen stayed a moment and then she shrugged and left.
	Kristy felt at odds about it, it wasn’t the little girl’s fault, there were mixed emotions that swam rampantly thru Kristy.  She leaned against her door and slid down it.  It had been a close call, it could have been her mother--or worse yet, her new daddy!!
	After calming down a bit she thought she ought to check in on the child.  She found Karen’s door open a bit and peering in she saw via the tableside night lamp the little wonder butt bare assed naked, panties at her ankles, fingering herself!

Coming Around, the Second Cumming
	August found more secretive doors, all enticing and delicious.  It took a bit of time to coalesce the various “secrets” into some sort of semblance of order--the Subject regarding the each “secret” potentially disturbing as the previous.
	For Kristy, August found a scene he believed was out of sequence, or perhaps not.  But he didn’t think it was too far out of time from when the little sub-sister was found finger banging herself.  The scene opened with Krista in the woods.  She had her new little sister on one hand, and a little boy August didn’t know.
	Out into the deep woods, toting a daypack containing various goodies and a blanket.  Kristy at times seemed preoccupied (if not nervous).  She took long looks into the surrounding woods, skirted the quarry she came close to, and eventually wound up by a small creek.  After a bit of lunch Kristy again looked sternly about the immediate area.  
	At length she finally seemed to relax.  She thought something over and then seemed to just wait.  And wait.  And wait some more.  August was about to leave the “secret” and go drum up another when the boy “Jackie” (8yrs) indicated that he had to go pee (by squeezing his little pecker and looking disconcerted.)
	Kristy smiled, there was a flash of “devilness” in her dark eyes, she took the eight year old to a nearby bush, but still right in their impromptu lunch site.  She helped unzip his pants and fish out his little pud.  He commenced peeing in seconds.  Kristy fondled his cock & balls, Jackie didn’t seem to mind--he rather enjoyed it (well, DUH!)
	After the pee, Kristy helped slip the boy’s shirt off.  He shot a whimsical look back to little Karen, she wasn’t interested; she played with a dollie she had brought along and singing a little kiddies song.  Kristy and Jackie returned to the laid out blanket and slowly Kristy began undressing.
	Jackie, too, kicked off his shoes and Kristy lowered his jeans.
	Karen continued to play with her dollie.
	Kristy removed her top and bra and Jackie came out of his jeans, his underpants came down (and off) nextly.  He was nude.  And a lovely nude, at that!  Kristy admired him, his little pud was partially excited, his dazzling blue eyes checking out little Karen who continued to be preoccupied with her dollie.
	Kristy then slid her jeans down and off.  Purple panties with white flowers, bikini style.  August got the impression that it was NOT Jackie’s first time at seeing her dress/undressed so.  He sported a big smile, though, his little cock grew to it’s maximum pleasure stiffness.  
	The teen laid out on the blanket and stuffed her hand inside her panties and began fingering herself.  She beckoned for Jackie and he came onto her--er, well, not literally.  He straddled her chest and commenced to titty fucking her; Kristy squeezing his lovely nude boyish ass.
	Karen was no long oblivious.  She opened her mouth in shock, but not in dismay.  She blushed and giggled, clutched her dollie and watched Jackie hump.  August got another impression, it was not Karen’s first time at seeing Kristy and Jackie doing such.
	It took a little coxing, though, to get the young girl to strip down, at least to her underwear.  She was cool with that, so was Jackie.  
	“Show Jackie how we please ourselves.’ stated big sister Kristy.
	Karen continued to blush and giggle and be a typical girl put on the spot.  Kristy lowered the girl’s panties and helped her sit down, crossing her legs Indian fashion.  Kristy then shucked her own undies and opened her legs.  Jackie’s cock got even HARDER.  His eyes stared at Kristy’s cunt, he licked his lips and then shot a glance to the nude Karen.
	Karen was too giddy to “perform”.
	Jackie wasn’t.  He remained standing and began masturbating.  Kristy fingered herself and then leaned forward and took over masturbating Jackie.  She angled the boy to somewhat face the giddy Karen.  Kristy nodded her head, an indication that she should take over.
	“Please?” asked Kristy.
	Karen went a little solace, let her eyes wander, everywhere except for Jackie’s pulsing schlong.  She then scooted forward and wrapped her hand about the puddling, and with a little more prompting Karen kissed the tip of the cock waggling before her.  Kristy sucked it, too, all the while rubbing Jackie and Karen’s ass.
	There was a gap in the “secret” scene, but it soon cleared and there was Karen laying out on the blanket with Jackie on top of her, between her legs.  Kristy still rubbing his ass as he pumped.
	It was a wondrous scene, August enjoyed it--so did the participants.  Little Karen did not seem to be a virgin at this stage, but she was “tight” just the same.  After some moments of prime pumping Jackie pulled out and rubbed his aching schlong against the girl’s cunny, Kristy helped.  Kristy rubbed Karen’s cunny and the scene faded to black.
	Not to worry, it picked up again momentarily with Logan’s presence.
	Logan was already nude, it was a different day and a different location, but still in the woods.  Kristy was in her white panties with red flowers, no bra.  Jackie was nude as was Karen.  On his knees was Logan, his cock in his hand.  Kristy whispered into the little girl’s ear and she blushed, giggled, and became quiet embarrassed.
	But consoling and caressing her Kristy goaded her into taking Logan’s offering, stroking it and then kissing the head before engulfing her sweet young lips about it.  It was a first for Logan that much was certain, his eyes rolled and toes clenched.  Dutifully he eased his prick into her mouth and pumped slowly--but it was an agonizing S-L-O-W-L-Y.
	Kristy meanwhile positioned Jackie behind Karen, the boy was coaxed down to lick Karen’s ass crack, diddle her backdoor entrance, and then fuck it with his ready to hump cock.  Kristy masturbated herself into a dither, fondling Jackie’s ass all the while.

	To say the least Claudia was a little awed.  Not overly appalled, just shocked.  Not dismayed, just a little alarmed.  It probably wouldn’t have been so bad had the Subject not been someone she knew.
	Brock whirled about when the door opened fully, he hunkered down in the covers and didn’t know quite what to do.  Ara Lee slowly pulled the covers and a pillow up to conceal her breasts--it was a reactionary thing brought on by embarrassment.  Claudia remained standing at her mother’s bedroom door.  This was more odd than she could imagine.
	Slowly her mother snaked out a hand and patted the bed.  “Come to bed, dear.” she said.  Her mother worked in an office, was a huncho of a large department, a member of the PTA, involved in the church, had two mortgages on a large suburban home, and was a woman who loved her children.  Really loved her children.
	Fooling around with her mother and older sister was one thing, smoking dope with her mother and sister was one thing, but to include a by from her school!?  Claudia was flummoxed.  It wasn’t so much as upsetting as it was just--just upsetting--yeah, that was it--upsetting.
	Numbly she obeyed her mother and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
	Both Claudia and Brock avoided looking to one another, Brock sat up halfway twisted, a thin white sheet concealing his ardent nudity, but his proud erection poked upwards anyways.  For a week he had been banging Ms. Lee.  Ms. Lee and the oldest girl, Megan.  He enjoyed it, well--that goes without saying.  But seeing Ms. Lee and daughter Megan making out--well, that was a bit much to leave alone.  (and he had, too, observed Claudia doing it with her mother and Megan.)
	When Brock came to the front door, knocking, bearing the daily blab and in “collecting” mode, it was unexpected.  He had just seen moments earlier Claudia’s mom and Megan butt naked rolling on the floor, pussy humping, titty groping, serious sexually involved.
	When the door to the quaint 2-story yellow w/brown trim Victorian abode opened, Brock had wood.  He was clothed but his erection proceeded him.  Ms. Lee’s eyes came to rest on Brock’s handsome 13 yr old face, then cast down to his bulge.
	Nothing was said.  Nothing needed to be said.  She drew the boy into the enclosed entry way, then into the den and paid him for the paper; then into a bedroom for further personal payment.

	It was all in slow motion, it was like a dream; she saw her mother removing her blouse, then undoing her bra.  Lovingly the woman caressed Claudia’s naked breasts, caressed her cheek and gave her the look of calmness.  Brock didn’t move.
	A long look was exchanged between mother and daughter.  A waiting game.  Claudia was filled with mixed emotions.  Making out with her mother and sister was one thing--it was private and personal.  Now--now a schoolmate was involved.
	As Claudia was “sitting” it was difficult for her mother to further undress her.  But she did undo Claudia’s jean snap.  The rest was up to her.  Ara let the sheet and pillow fall away, revealing her bodacious ta-tas.  Brock surreptitiously began pleasing himself, staring at the woman’s naked offering.  Ara smiled, cocked her head, then leaned sideways to Brock, removing the sheet concealing his erection.  She gripped it and began hand humping him.
	Slowly she slid the sheet down concealing herself.  She probed her shaven cunny and cast a subtle glance to her young daughter.  Claudia breathed hard and still seemed pasted to the bed.  She looked to Brock, Brock avoided the look and just looked down to Ara’s hand working his organ.  He was ready to spurt but took great strides not to.
	Claudia’s mother soon (at length) placed her hand up around Claudia’s neck, drawing her down.  (down for a kiss)  mother and daughter languished in a Frenching, Ara caressed her daughter’s bare backside with one hand, guiding her daughter’s hand over to Brock’s cock with the other.
	Claudia resisted griping her schoolmate’s schlong, but at length relented and took of masturbatory duties while sucking face with her mother.
	There was (another) fade to black, but it was only momentary.  When the scene resumed Claudia lay across her mother’s nude lap, sucking on Brock’s cock.  Her mother worked a manly dildo in and out of Claud’s asshole, spanking her, and carrying on for some time to cum.
	Of which Brock did.  Filling Claudia’s mouth with his young teen jiz.  
	Thereafter Brock became a part of the family togetherness.

The Breaking of Straws
	Dawn.  Dawn was caught doing the dirty deed with 6 yr old Charles Durbin.  Both were nude, it was late-late at night, Charles was laid out across his bed with his little pecker in Dawn’s wondrous mouth--and the bedroom door whisked open and there stood the lad’s father.
	Not good.
	The boy was frightened, but not as frightened as the nude Dawn.
	Dawn was yanked out of the room and into the man’s bedroom whereupon after securing the door he removed his dress belt and lashed the young teen’s ass, then he spanked her.  While she lay cowering on the floor, his dress slacks fell to his ankles.  August didn’t know, couldn’t tell--was it on purpose or by accident.  The man appeared to be fit and didn’t need a belt to hold up his slacks, the accessory was just for looks.
	The man reached for the horrified Dawn, wrenched her up to her knees and then jammed his crotch to her face.  Out of his green business slacks he fished out his cock.  It was enraged, hot, a little musty.  Into her mouth it was jammed and Dawn had to suck the cock until he came off in her.
	He blew out his breath and rubbed his cock all over her pretty face, then made her lay out on the bed, legs open, ass at the edge.  He then went to his own knees and placed his face to her hungry gash.  Dawn gripped the bed covers, Busted!  She had let her security measures fall away and she had been out and out busted.  What if it had been the boy’s mother!?
	After a goodly amount of cunt noshing the man brought his face up, thought a moment, then came up Dawn’s lovely nude body and began sucking on her breasts.  There was a polite knock on the door, “Daddy?” called out a squeaky voice.  Charles.  “Go to bed!” shouted the daddy.
	He then continued with sucking on the frightened Dawn’s breasts, squeezing them kinda hard.  She suddenly became aware of the man’s cock resting against her pussy.  ‘Oh God!’ she knew what was going to happen.
	She gulped and held on tight as the manly prong brushed against her fevered pussy.  The head of the man’s prick pushed in, Dawn reeled--arching her back up as the sensation was nearly orgasmic from the get go.  Charles’ father grinned and eased in his cock, glaring at the young teen.
	Once all the way into her he pulled all the way, grinded against her cunt and then pushed himself back into her.  Dawn reeled more and more, it was agony.  The father did this several more times, increasing his in and out method each time, but still torturing the young girl just the same.
	Finally Dawn blurted out what the man wanted to hear, “FUCK ME!”
	And so he did.

	Dawn soon found herself taking a shower with the man.  With his prong sufficiently soaped up, he deftly penetrated her asshole.  On the bathroom floor he put her in a doggie-style and roughly humped her while she clung to the toilet and cried.
	Back on his bed he was about to fuck her once more when downstairs the door was heard.  “Anybody home?” came a voice.  The wife.
	The man panicked.  “Get dressed!  Quick!” he demanded.  He himself flew into his own clothes, Dawn was not so quick and she got slapped because of it.  Roughly he shoved the girl into the son’s room to finish dressing while he himself waylaid/blocked/greeted the good wife.
	While she showered and Charles had been checked on, “Dan” took Dawn home.  Mid way down the street Dan pulled over and hauled out his aching cock.  He said nothing but placed his hand behind Dawn’s head and pushed her down into position.
	Dawn resisted, she wasn’t overly 100% opposed to sucking cock, but on her own terms--and with the cock being a little younger, too.  But she had been busted, Dan apparently wasn’t going to rat her out--so long as she fulfilled the man’s sick twisted desires.
	She sucked him until he filled her mouth, then he took her on home.
	The following day he called the b’7 Club, asked for Dawn, asked for her to cum sit for Charles.  Dawn balked and claimed that she was already booked.  “Oh I’m sure you can get out of it.”  Dawn held back, fear welled up in her, she was in DEEP shit.  Dan continued that Charles and his mother had a good relationship, too; and that Charles as Dawn already knew, often blabbered about stuff he didn’t even know he was saying!
	Blackmail!
	Dawn submitted.
	Dan raped and sodomized her relentlessly, spanking and peeing on her.
	He tried to get her to come everyday, she did refuse him, but she was a wreck.  While in the woods to be by herself one Saturday afternoon, she found Mary Anne with Charlotte (6) and Kevin (8).  Logan was with them, too.  And then there was Kristy with her little sister Karen and Jackie, too.
	Dawn wasn’t too in the mood to join them for a nature walk.  But then, suddenly, Dawn saw Mary Anne helping Kevin to pee!  Kristy was “helping” Jackie.  And Logan--Logan on his knees pulled Charlotte’s kiddie jeans down AND her panties; the child squatted and proceeded to pee.
	Dawn couldn’t see much, so she got closer.  She hunkered down and saw Logan stand up, look about for security’s sake, then hauled out his cock.  Both Kristy and Mary Anne sucked him, fondled his balls and took turns sucking his cock whole!
	Dawn couldn’t believe it.
	Then she observed as Kristy and Mary Anne stripped off their clothes, Logan helped Charlotte out of her, Jackie and Kevin peeled out of theirs.  They were all naked!  The area they were in was very secluded, there was a small pond there, it was a very warm afternoon.  All Subjects entered into the pond and had a ripping good time.
	Dawn no longer had sight of them and would have to move closer.  As she began her short trek the need to pee struck her.  Deftly she had kept the horror of Dan Durbin at a nill point, the son-of-a-bitch!  It probably wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so rough at it.
	Just as she had finished peeing, wondering if she should just barge right in on her friends, she screamed.  Loudly.  Something had bit her bare bottom.  She leaped up and tripped, fleetingly she tried to get at the source of her hurtie-owie.  Logan came up suddenly, “Dawn!?” he helped the girl with Kristy coming along, too.
	“Something bite me!” she bellered.
	Logan looked to her naked bum and saw a small welt.  A bee sting.
	“Uh, you allergic to bees?” he asked.
	“No, I-I don’t think so.”
	To make walking easier Kristy helped the girl out of her jeans and panties and she was then escorted to the pond.  While she lay on the shore of the small pond Logan took a closer look and applied a mud pack to the welt.  Dawn turned her pretty head and got an eyeful of his teenage cock looming there close at hand--or mouth.
	The kids clung to one another, in fear for Dawn.
	She looked right to Jackie as he squatted right in front of her, his cock and balls proudly displayed.  Kevin beside him, then flanking them Karen and Charlotte.  All the kids Dawn knew and had sat for a time or two, and she had deep seeded desires to be naughty (very) with Jackie and Kevin.
	Turning her model-material head to her left there was Kristy in a squatting position, her hairy young pussy just right there.  Dawn forgot about the sting to her ass and concentrated on the sting to her pussy.
	“You okay now, Dawn?” Kristy asked.  
	Dawn nodded that it was so, she turned and focused her attention to Logan’s proud prong.  Logan scooted on his knees and let her handle it, followed by latching her lips about it and sucking.  Kristy caressed Dawn’s ass and then helped her out of her top.

	Though Dawn participated in the woodsy shindig, she was somewhat “out of it.”  Distant.  She allowed Logan to fuck her three holes, to cum in her, but Logan got the feeling that she was not 100% thrilled.  It sort of took the thunder out of the act.  Jackie and Kevin got their turns, they also got to have fun with Charlotte and Karen.  
	Afterwards on their way back Kristy tried to get into Dawn, er, into what was bothering her.  But Dawn wasn’t opening up.
	It was another week, Dawn became more and more distant and became moody.  She wasn’t alone, however; Mallory seemed to have developed an edge to her usual happy-go-lucky persona.  She wouldn’t open up, either.
	And then there was Stacie.
	Stacie made the news.
	Stacie was being “sought” for.
	Stacie was hiding out at best friend Claudia’s house, Ara Lee was aware and helping.  The reason of Stacie needing to hide out?  She couldn’t easily conceal her reasoning like Mallory or Dawn, Stacie’s mom had come to the City and walked in on her daughter and father 69ing on the living room floor, the air filled with the strong scent/odor of marijuana.
	It was a bad scene, very bad scene.
	Cheri came to hide out at the House of Lee, she being caught by a forest ranger being gang banged by several boys.  Her mother finding drawings of the severe porno nature in Cheri’s bedroom.
	“That’s nothing!” chided Mallory at length, “MY mom found my dildo!” ah.  Only this--and nothing more!
	Kristy’s world exploded when her new daddy suddenly walked in (being sneaky it was presumed) possibly just hoping to catch his new teenage daughter alone, perhaps daintily clad, or not clad at all, and possibly in a masturbating theme.
	Gomer was in Kristy, his doggie dick humping madly, cum spewing all over the place and Kristy with her arms wrapped about the husky yellow Lab, they were in the groove.  (Kristy had yet to spill this little tid bit to the rest of her companions, only August knew.)
	To say the least this didn’t go over well.  Kristy soon hid out at Claudia’s abode as well.

Finale 	 
	Their young lives had gone into turmoil and it was killing them.  Ara Lee didn’t have any real plans, but hording the girls at the house was getting to be a bit much--and there was no end in sight.  
	The first couple of days were hectic, police and FBI were seen milling about, Ara had to field questions from the girls’ parents.  She saw no end to the debacle, it had all spiraled out of control.
	Ara had thought that perhaps an “outing” would help, she didn’t know for sure, but they definitely needed to slip away and be a little freer to relax and possibly think up a new plan. The end of the matter had it that the group vamoosed, and brought along their siblings and “favorites” as they did