August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 17
Boners and Other Objects of Desire

	She seemed inordinately obsessed with male genitala; her father’s, her brother’s, brother’s best friend--then there were the other boys, as well as later on the other adult men of the group.  Her fascination kept her busy.  Chris and Harold were “busy”, too.  Carl was okay, too, still tried to ascertain what exactly had happened (and how.)
	But he was in good company.   The acceptance of his fate would came later, but he knew that inasmuch as what had happened to his world--nothing was for sure, for certain.
	He only cared to keep his family safe, nothing else mattered.  It was a compelling reason why he left the ranch and headed for the hills beyond.  He knew, though, there was no escaping the ultimate destruction, the doom of mankind.  But if he could find a cave, some sort shelter maybe the doom that was coming wouldn’t be so bad and they could resume their normal lives afterward.
	Yeah, right.
	In the days that had followed the rash belting in the barn, the Mitchell family came to be more at ease.  More at ease with “frolicking.”  It went slow at first, nothing too serious--nothing more than merely prancing about willy-nilly butt bare ass buck naked.
	Little Suzie got her belting, too; after her bath that fateful day she was lain across her bed with naked brother Chris holding her firm.  She was nine years of age and well aware of her “chore” duties, if she shirked them, fluffed them off--she knew better.  Regardless of the fact whether or not she had been influenced by her brother.
	Suzie tighten her young delicate body up in anticipation of the first swat from the belt.  She seldom got a belting, usually a smack from her father’s hand; and seldom ever with her pants AND panties down.
	The swat came, Suzie jolted and tightened up all over, she cried, bawled and stared at her brother’s dangling cock inches from her face.  Another swat came, followed by another.  Then, he dropped the belt and used his hand.  
	After three swats with his hand he paused to rub/console the slightly aflammed bum.  Chris noted his father’s cock was hard (again.)  Suzie clenched her fists under her chest, still crying, ass burning.  Chris inched up a little closer.  Carl rubbed his daughter’s young ass a little more, running a finger up the crack, parting a cheek and noting her rim.
	Chris hardness came to rest right up against his sister’s trembling lips.
	“Suck on it, Suze.” he whispered.
	His father looked on and watched as daughter Suzie pressed her lips to the cock that was there, pre-cum was seeping from the piss slit, Suzie shuddered, clenched her ass and began licking at the piss slit.  Her father slipped a finger into her anus, then stuffed her hole with his thumb while the finger caressed her pussy.
	Soon Chris had the head of his cock into his sister’s mouth, his father had his massive boner against Suzie’s cheeks.  He soon eased down to his knees and spent a long time staring at her blistering bum.  Chris had his member pushed to the hilt, Suzie was calming down, still sniveling now and then.  She clutched at her brother’s balls, stroked his bone, and slurped hungrily.  
	She worked a hand down under her young body, fingering her fired up pussy.  She rubbed her ass and soon her father was kissing the cheeks, parting them and rim jobbing her.  Chris was cumming off into her mouth.  Suzie gagged, choked, and retched, but swallowed most of the jiz.  The rest splashed onto her angelic face.

	Chris lightly surreptitiously fingered his own hole, being fucked in the bum by Harold was one thing, sodomizing himself with bottles, broom sticks, vegetables, all were adequate enough and did a so-so pleasing job.  But taking it up the ass from dear ole dad--that was incredible.
	Dear ole dad stood up and leaned in, pressing his cock into Suzie’s crack.  He shuddered and trembled, almost pulling away.  He began to hump the girl’s crack; his cock was huge, purplish in color, throbbing, and already jutting forth some cum.  Suzie reached around and parted her own cheeks, Chris eased her hips up, his cum squirter languishing against his sister’s already cum laden face.
	He poked, he prodded, he grinded.  He closed his eyes and held his daughter’s hips while the head of his daddy dong disappeared into his daughter’s tight rim.  Suzie grunted, Chris pasted his aching prick against his sister’s face, Suzie was a little confused but went along just the same.
	Carl didn’t penetrate his girl’s hole, he humped down between her legs to her pussy, then up between the crack and finally began to cum.  Chris saw that the time was close, he repositioned the naked Suzie, “Suck Daddy, Suze, suck him!”
	Suzie wasn’t 100% eager about that, she was still confused and uncertain.  But there the daddy dong was, cum already spurting out of it.  Timidly she leaned in, “It’s alright, Sweetface,” he cooed to her, he held his cock at its base and very gently eased towards her.  Chris came up behind, fondling his sister’s ass, pushing her forward and pressing his severely aching bone against her ass.
	 Carl stared down, watching as his organ was swallowed by his sweet, precious nine year old daughter.  She cupped his furry nuggets, comparing them quickly to her brother barely there hair--all the while she engulfed the cock fully.
	Cum was already spitting out as Suzie’s lips came over the head.  Carl tried his best to hold back, wanting the sensation to last a little longer.  Chris, behind her, began poking her rectum trying to work his cock back into stiff mode and butt fuck her (again).
	Suzie choked and sputtered, cum washed into her mouth, shooting back out along her father’s cock.  Carl pulled out and emptied the rest of his man juice on her sweet face, letting gobs of goo spill down her (facial) cheeks.  Chris was behind her working himself up quite a sweat as he plowed her backdoor.

                                                      ****
  
	It was late.  The windmill generator had finally shut off, there was a bit of a breeze continuing to turn the aluminum fins.  Despite being nearly summer someone had a fire going, the scent wafted down along the warm breeze.  Although Chris attested that it could be a mere campfire somewhere.  ’twas the season for camping.
	He lay in his bed, farting and toying with his schlong.  It ached terribly.  His balls were even sore.  It had been quite a day.  He still couldn’t believe it, it was too unbelievable.  He had to pinch himself some more, but he always felt it--he was awake not dreaming.
	The belting he could have down without, and having to hold Suzie while she got her lickin, too; that was uncalled for.  But in a lame sort of way Chris understood the basis for the beating, discipline.  But still, he thought his Dad carried shit a little too far sometimes.
	His stomach growled, he couldn’t remember if he had eaten supper or not!  He scratched his balls and sat up, his box fan sort of cooled the room, but he was still hot.  He thought of taking a shower to cool off, a moonlight dip in one of the agri ponds would be cool, or the quarry.  
	They were too far off, though and so he nixed it quickly.
	Time to feed the tapeworm.
	He peeked in on his sister’s room, she was twisted on her side, a leg drawn up, just in her panties, sound to sleep.  He paused a moment, lingering in the hall.  He had been up her butt, in her mouth, shooting loads of cum onto her chest.  All that was left was that sweet pussy.  He figured before long he would be humping it.
	In the kitchen he raided the fridge, some roast beef, potatoes and carrots.  A piece of fudge cake and a big glass of milk.  It was five minutes after midnight.
	Mid way thru his midnight snack and he caught the strong scent of smoke.  Cigarette smoke.  Close by, too.  He gulped and slowly rose up, peering thru the darkness.  A baseball bat was by the back screen door leading into the back porch, he picked the bat up and listened, looked, and saw a long figure sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette.
	“Dad, what’s up!?” Chris said setting the bat down and slipping up beside his old man.  Chris was naked, his Dad was in a pair of boxers.
	“Couldn’t sleep.” he replied.
	“Me neither, fucking-a hot tonight!”
	“Don’t cuss!” his father piped and smacked him up side the head.
	“Sorry.”  then to himself, ‘Asshole.’
	“First thing in the morning I want you and your sister to start putting some things together.”
	“Things?  What things?”
	“Clothes mostly.  Not too many personal things, wont need them, just the bare essentials.”
	“W-why, what’s going on?”
	Carl was quiet for a long while, he finished off the smoke and tossed it with a flip.  A gust of breeze swooped up and stirred the windmill.  A whippoorwill called out from somewhere in the orchard, a frog replied from one of the agri ponds.
	“We’re going to have to leave, for a while.” 
	“Leave!?  W-why?” Chris panicked.
	“Well, today I went into town to see about a loan for this place,” he shook his head, cocked a cheek and blew a loud bombastic butt blast.  Chris felt the urge to do likewise but pinched it off instead.
	“What happened, you didn’t get the loan?”
	“No, I didn’t.”	
	“But I thought our credit was good.” complained Chris.
	“It’s not that, Chris, the bank doesn’t want to lend out any more credit, to anyone.”
	“Why.”
	Carl sucked in his breath and blew it out slowly in a long sigh.
	“We’ve finally done it.”
	“Done what?”
	“Some foreign piece of crap country has blown up another.”
	The proverbial World War Three had begun.  The biggest bullies on the block were throwing their weight around and their “weight” was in the form of nuclear bombs.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Chris blurted out.
	“Four bombs so far.  Right now we’re not affected, but we will.”
	“Whattya mean?”
	“Well, when stuff like this happens it has a way of bringing chaos all over the world.  Not to mention the fact that ill-effects of those dropped nukes will effect the world, the air and biology, everything that lives.”
	It was unsettling.  “Damn.”  then, “Sooooo, what our we doing?”
	“Well, it might be premature, but for right now I think it’s best we head for the hills.  I know some places to check out.”
	It was serious, the citizens of their own country in the big cities were freaking out and going crazy.  Chaos reigning supreme.  The little towns across the County were not so apt to freak out, not yet.  But soon the after flow of what the Cities were experiencing would upset the calmness of the small town Americana.
	Best to get a jump on it.
	The realization of their predicament seemed difficult to take.  Chris wanted to dash to the TV and watch the news, but he felt he needed to hang with his old man.  Or maybe not, he had come out to sit on the steps to be alone in the first place.
	Carl walked over to the barn.  The family had one milk cow, two goats, several chickens, two sows, one hog.  Several hundred thousand dollars in various farm/ranch equipment; there was the orchards, too.
	Son Chris eased up beside him.  There was a ton of stuff to do come the new morn, locking up, tending the animals, securing the equipment.
	“How long will we be gone?” Chris sheepishly asked.
	“Don’t know, just have to listen and go by wits.”
	Oh that helped.
	But Carl wasn’t really so het up about leaving.  It was just one of those fleeting notions.  Some families of Cartersville were leaving, others were staying.  It was a natural instinct to flee, to run for cover, to protect one’s family.  But, with nuclear bombs going off, the radiation fallout would spread world wide, destroying everything.  Hiding in a cave wasn’t going to help, you’d need food, water, shelter--for how long?  How long could you last out?  What kind of life would that be?  And returning to the home, would it be the same or not.
	Chris knew his father was in deep torment.
	“You know, Dad,” Chris blurted out, “if you ask me, we might as well tough it out here.” he shrugged as he felt that he was probably stepping out of line.  He turned to one side and whizzed on the support structure to the windmill tower.  He scratched his balls, rubbed his ass, and let a finger poke his well fucked asshole.
	There was a long silence.  Chris felt a small case of SLEEP come to him, he was still warm, his ass was still smoldering from the ass beating, it had been a long and confusing day.
	“You know, son, I-I don’t mind if you and your sister fool around, I really don’t.  But, uh--”
	“But what?”
	“When you fool around, pick some place not so out in the open!”
	Busted!
	Chris hadn’t known but dear ole dad had seen his offspring “fooling around.”  He had field glasses and used them to scan to keep track of his orchards (and children.)  He was well aware of their “fluffing off” their chores.  
	Chris was a little embarrassed.
	“Don’t worry, son, I did it with my sister, too!” he placed a big fatherly hand onto his son’s neck and shook him (in a friendly--it’s alright manner.)
	“Aunt Bev?”
	“Yep, when she was about Suzie’s age.  I was your age, too.”
	He looked up to the millions of twinkling stars, planets, and the great Orion Way.  “Hell, I was fingering her out when she was younger than that.”
	“D-did you ever, I mean, h-how old were you when you got into
her--”
	“Pussy?  Oh, she was about ten before that.” then, “I was in her mouth when she was a lot younger than Suze.”
	‘Damn!’ Chris bitched to himself, wished he’d have know’d that.
	The breeze that had been died out, “Someone’s camping out.” Carl made mention.  
	“Maybe we ought to go camping, too; you know, just for a few days or so, l-like you said, un-until things kinda chill out or whatever and we know what’s what.”
	Carl mulled it over, lips furled.
	Chris farted.

	The noonday sun just made things hot and sticky, the humidity was soaring, the gnats and other flying biting insects were at their glory.  It was too hot to be out, unless of course you were going somewhere cool and refreshing.
	But not Chris.  Though he wanted to, his father wanted him to stay put close to the house during the turbulent times the Nation was under.  War had not come to the Shores or Boarders, but to the neighbors and other allied countries around the world.  Radiation fallout had been detected in parts of the Country, two whole countries no longer existed on the face of the planet, remaining nations were in uproar to chaos to riotous conditions.
	Carl had gone into town for what supplies he could get under the circumstances, many peoples of Cartersville had left, those who had opted to stay were getting all the supplies they could get.  The National Guard had come by and a squad of them were with an APC at one end of the town to help with any potential troubles.
	Suzie went with her father so as she could have a short visit with a best friend who was leaving.  Chris stayed to keep secure the family farm, check the animals, water, and lock the outbuildings up.
	Chris did so, fearing another rash ass beating.  And just as he had locked up the barn, friend Harold arrived peddling his bike.  He was flushed from the intense ride ’cross country.  He had a backpack loaded and no intent to go home or even to let his family know his whereabouts.
	Even after washing his face in the kitchen sink, downing a soda in nearly one gulp, killing another soda, Harold Beavers still looked like hell.  There was a welt across his face, he limped, he had a fat/split lip.
	“Dude, what the fuck, you fall or something?”
	Harold didn’t answer, noted that the Mitchell family truck was gone, 
	“When’s your old man coming back?”
	“Fuck man, I dunno, when he gets back, he’s unfuckingperdicatable!”
	Harold leaned against the green tiled kitchen counter, “Do you think you can hide me out or something?”
	“Hide you out, what up with that?”
	“Got into with my old man.”
	“And he did this shit to you?”
	Dumbass question of the year.  Harold nodded, he was the same size as friend Chris, he had more hair, though and bluer eyes.  He stared down at the floor.
	“Yeah, man, you can hang here.  When my Dad gets back you can hide out in the barn, up in the loft in the fort.”
	“Cool.” then, “I gotta pee.”

	The sudden slam of the back porch screen door sent the two ardent lovers into a tizzy.  Both panicked and freaked.  Scarcely could either breathe; Harold, on top, bolted off, there was no where to run without being inadvertently busted (big time).  
	“Closet!” almost shouted Chris.
	Bolting Harold practically dove into the walk-in closet.  Chris hurried to the door only to see sister Suzie coming down the hall.  She was a might surprised to see him naked.  She smiled and held her mouth open, eyeing the cum that dripped from her brother’s cock.
	“I know what YOU’VE been doing!” she giggled.  No, not quite.
	She made for the bathroom.
	Chris opened the door, “Where’s dad?”
	“Truck got a flat, he’s fixing it, I came on home.”
	Chris washed his dong, his sister sitting on the pot peeing and farting watched him.  Thereafter, Chris dressed (quickly) and hoofed it to where his Dad was half a mile down the gravel road.
	Once home and the truck’s tire fixed up, Chris hurried into the chores he hadn’t done.  Friend Harold remained (naked) in the closet until later that day (supper type time.)  Chris came into his room to change clothes, he stepped up to the closet door, it was one with slats.  He slipped his cock between one of the slats; his dick was hard due to the fact that sister Suzie had sucked him in her room as she herself changed out of grubby clothes to better clothes.  Her door was open and when he peeked in on her she was nude.  He flopped his cock out, their father was in the kitchen on the phone to someone fixing dinner.
	Suzie didn’t mind, she giggled and masturbated his cock, she was fascinated with male organs, cupped his balls and finally leaned in to suck.  Chris ran his fingers thru her hair and humped her face, hearing their father possibly coming down the hall Chris backed off and entered his room; not know fully how his dad would take to Chris’ humping Suzie’s face.
	His father had merely come so far to get a phone book off the hall table and then back to the kitchen phone.  Suzie made a dash for the bathroom to shower.  Chris popped his cock into his closet.
	Harold saw the intruding organ, he could well enough see his friend through the slats.  He was still naked, his clothes had been kicked under the bed and he hadn’t dared risk being seen retrieving them.  He took Chris’ protruding bone and massaged it, flicked his fingers to the head, then surprisingly kissed on the head and ran his tongue around the crown.
	Earlier the two had showered together, Harold was sweaty and Chris was just hot.  A shower together was just the thing.  In the shower while all soaped up, Chris’ dream of the locker room shower scene came to be, to be true!  All soaped up Chris entered friend Harold’s rectum.  Hand jobbed his cock and seriously fondled his balls.
	He didn’t cum, but close counts.
	Harold was doing likewise unto Chris, but they had been in the shower a long time and Chris feared his Dad would suddenly make a sudden appearance.  Shagging his sister was one thing, taking it up the ass from his old man was one thing--but his friend?  Could his Dad take that?
	They dried off and while Chris stood with a major erection, Harold sucked him.  He devoured the cock, sucked on the shaft and even tongued the hairy balls.  
	For Chris’ turn, Harold turned about and placed his hands on the bathroom radiator by the window.  His stance stood him outward, legs apart.  Chris pressed his bone against his friend’s ass, fondled his dangling fuzzies, stroked his bone, then attempted penetration.  
	There was no luck there, Harold’s hole was clamped shut.  Chris went to his knees, pushing the cheeks open and wondering if he could actually go thru with it--a rim job.  Tonguing his sister’s poop chute was one thing, but could he actually do it to Harold’s?
	He gulped and placed a hickie on Harold’s right ass cheek, then flicked his tongue daringly to Harold’s rim, licking and stroking him repeatedly until Harold was trembling all over.
	Chris was too.
	There was a “sound” that frightened the boys, Chris darted out into the hall and looked about outside, no truck.  He didn’t know what the noise was, but it seemed as if the coast was clear.  The boys went into Chris’ bedroom.  Here Chris laid out on his bed masturbating.  Harold joined him.
	Harold was 2 minutes into the butt fucking, Chris’ hands clamped steadfastly on Harold’s ass when the back porch door slammed and they were interrupted once more.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” blurted Chris.
	Harold dove into the closet and Chris made for the hall to block whoever was coming down only to find it was just sister Suzie.

	“What the hell are you doing?” exclaimed Suzie.  Her eyes bulged, mouth hung open.  Chris emptied the rest of his splooge into the hidden mouth of his hidden friend beyond the closet door.
	“Never mind!” he bitched back.  He stepped back, easing his pants and underwear down, his cock severely aching and still cumming.  Suzie was aghast, she had seen him hump his bed, his hand, and now--his closet door.  He had it bad--real bad.
	Chris chased her out of his room, he then darted into the shower and rinsed off once more, then peed, then dressed and went to supper. 
	After supper they washed up the plates and then had a family talk; the discussion was about the nuclear bombs, the chaos in the big cities, the possibility of the after effects of chaos filtering down to the small towns, the radiation fallout, the possible changes the Nation would come into.
	“Nothings going to be the same anymore.” Carl told his children, “We’re basically going to be on our own, we have to look out for one another, take care of one another, look out for one another.  This is serious business.  Be watchful for strangers or even people you know, times like these can make the best of friend crazy.”
	They watched some news and it got to be too much for Suzie.  She went to bed.  Chris watched for a while longer than scooted to the kitchen.  He hustled some grub and then snuck the naked Harold out to the barn.
	Chris didn’t stay long, just enough to see Harold settled in.  “I’ll be back later.” Chris whispered.  (why whisper?) he then snuck back into the house, his father was still absorbed with the fate of the nation.
	Later that night, Chris returned to his friend.  He was still naked and partially asleep.  They lay in the hay staring out into the bleak night, the air was still slightly warm.  The boys remained silent for a while, the fate of the world weighing on their minds.  Both had seen several movies in regards to life after a nuclear holocaust, it bothered them for awhile.
	Then Chris farted.
	It gave levity to the dire situation and the boys returned to what they liked doing best; playing with themselves.  Which ultimate turned to playing with each other.  And when they had gotten each other hard enough, Chris once more “assumed the position”; on his back, braced against the hay wall, legs back, ass out, hole at the ready.
	Harold toyed with his cock, then with Chris’ cock, his balls, and then went to fingering the hole.  Moonlight streamed in through the loft hatch giving subtle light to the two horndogs.  After much ado about anal probing, Harold applied his cock, he pressed the head of it into the rim, then placed the shaft against the crack, humping the taint and Chris’ nut sac.
	Harold then eased down and began applied his tongue to Chris’ bung hole.  He licked, fingered, and licked feverishly.  Chris’ nuts also got a work out in Harold’s mouth, along with Chris’ pulsating schlong.  Soon, though, Harold was ready for attempt number two, Chris gritted his teeth and felt the incredible “presence” of his friend’s dong.
	Could he tell him about the little interlude he and his father had had?
	Would Harold care to join in?  It was assumed Harold probably wanted to fuck Suzie, Harold didn’t have any morals, either; both had scoped out young girls, young teenie girls, and tiny girls as they knew know better and frolicked about in the short dresses exposing themselves.
	Harold’s rod fully seated itself, Chris held onto his own legs and then as the fucking commenced he gripped Harold’s ass.  They stirred up a lot of hay, Chris’ shoulders grinding into the strewn hay clear to the floorboards.  It was an odd feeling to feel a cock ramming into his hole.  
	There was nothing but sweating, humping, more sweating, more humping for the next hour.  Both boys filled one another’s assholes--fingers, tongues, and their cocks.
	The boys peed on one another before Chris then returned to his room.  He paused a moment to look in on the sleeping Suzie.  If his cock wasn’t so shagged out he’d try it out on her.  But there would be time for that later.  He washed his cock off and then went to bed, sleeping nakedly.

	Come the new morning Chris ran into his father, both naked, in the hall.  Chris had a raging one going, his father’s bone hung down.  It was “limp” but thick just the same.  They both maneuvered into the bathroom and both whizzed into the toilet, standing side by side.
	After the shared pee, they washed their faces and prepared for the new day.  Nothing (sexually) happened, Chris’ dad seemed to be in a funk.  
	“Don’t let your sister sleep too late, we got stuff to do today.”
	“Yessir, Dad.” 
	The man moved down the hall into the living room, still very much naked.  Chris farted, brushed his teeth and peeked out the window.  The hatch of the barn loft was open, he saw no movement.  How would his dad take to Harold’s presence.  He knew Harold, he liked Harold.  Would he, could he, tolerate taking Harold on?
	Chris moved into his sister’s room, covers cast of onto the floor, butt naked sprawled out partially on her side.  Chris’ cock surged to life, ’Damn she’s cute!’ he said to himself.  His eyes fell upon her, taking her in.  He felt his balls surging, filling with umph.  She had sucked him, swallowed his spunk, he had fucked up against her cunny, been in her asshole.  She had SUCKED their father’s cock.
	He found himself on her bed, nestling up against her.
	“Suzie, hey Suze, wake up; you gonna sleep yer life away or what!?” he giggled and pressed his cock against her taint.
	“Fuck off!” she said in a sleepy voice, she buried her head under her pillow.  Suzie Mitchell was not a morning person.
	Chris began fingering her pooter hole, rubbing his thumb into her cunny meat.  He rolled his sis over onto her back, she kept the pillow on her face.  Chris seriously got into fingering her pussy, his cock was ready to cum, though.  But he held off.  
	Then, on a lark, he bent down and blew a big raspberry on her stomach.  Suzie came awake, giggling and fussing with her brother.  They began to wrestle, it was so much better to wrestle with one’s sibling when naked!  Chris finally managed to pin his sister across his lap so as he was able to smack her bottom.
	Their antics brought their father in.  
	“No time for that, get dressed and let’s--let’s get things done today.”
	Chris gulped, he dad was serious and it wasn’t a good time to piss him off.  The kids obeyed their father, he dressed, too.

	The day went along without much ado.  The kids did their chores and carried on with life as normal as possible.  The county sheriff had dropped by and chatted with their father, some neighbors, too.  A Nation Guard truck and an Armored Personnel Carrier rumbled by on the main road a mile away.
	The Nation had closed it boarders, no international flights or cruises.
	More “fallout” had been detected in the far reaches of the outer areas of the Nation.  Chaos reigned supreme in he major cities, filtering down to the smaller ones, pitting towns against one another for basic necessities.  Some states, too, were coming close to closing their boarders to their neighboring states!
	It was getting bad.
	But so far, life in Cartersville went on.  About half of the citizens had left, the rest remained to carry on.  A semblance of normalcy went on, also.  At the Mitchell ranch life went on, too.  As normal as possible.  Harold remained in the barn, it was cooler there and he got regular “room service” several times a day.
	There was “specialized” room service, as well.  Harold simply remained naked, even when darting out behind the barn and into the nearby orchard to “do business.”  he risked getting caught by Carl Mitchell, or even little Suzie.  
	Chris and Harold lay naked side by side, spanking one another, talking about the fate of the nation, the impact of the nuclear war, if there was a God, was this Armageddon, was this the coming of the anti-Christ, and so on.
	They soon turned their attention to something more pleasing, each other.  They firstly just humped one another facing one another laying on their sides.  Then, Chris entered into his favorite position, laying on his back, drawing his legs back--presenting himself.
	Harold firstly sucked on Chris’ ball sac, his cock, then diddled his tongue to Chris’ blast hole.  After a bit of serious finger fucking it, Harold saddled up and pushed himself inward.  
	Chris buggered Harold as Harold assumed the doggie-style position.  Chris worked his friend’s organ, spanking him and driving his bone deep with repeated pumpings.  
	At dinner the kids’ father was quiet.  The TV was on giving the daily blab on the state of the world.  Chris partially paid attention, curious and wondering as to how exactly they would be affected.  Suzie was a little frightened about the whole affair.
	After dinner and cleanup, Chris hustled some food out to his friend and shared with him the news.  He had decided that come the morrow he would bring Harold up to his father and see if Harold could stay, without hiding out in the barn loft.
	After another brief “fling” Chris returned to the house, pausing to look into the living to see the latest news blab.  His father was in his chair, Suzie was on his lap.  Neither were clothed.  Chris held his pose for a moment, wondering if he could intrude or what.
	The only light in the room was from the TV; its glow, though, gave light to Suzie’s naked bum.  She straddled her father, his hands on her ass, raising her up a little, and then down.  Her angelic face was turned from Chris, but he heard small little grunts, she was getting doinked.
	‘Damn!’ Chris bitched to himself, “HE” wanted to be the first to break her, he was her brother and it was just a natural thing for a brother to be the first to fuck his sister and break her in.
	He shrugged and waited, his bone ached again and his asshole smoldered.  He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched; listening to pertinent noises of lovemaking.
	At length Suzie sat up, her father looked down, Chris’ view was blocked so he didn’t see what exactly was going on.  He DID hear Suzie whisper, “It’s okay, daddy.”  She leaned back into him, they cuddled.  Slowly Chris eased into the room, settling down on the sofa.  He leaned forward with elbows on knees pretending to pay attention to the distressing newscast.
	After a time, his father stood up, carrying Suzie.  They left the living room and went down the hall.  Chris’ shoulders sagged, “Well fuck!” he bitched.  He sat back and played with himself.

	Some reporter with a serious bad haircut stood yapping while behind him the denizens of some burned out City nutted up and looted.  Cum had pooled and collected and was drying on Chris’ belly, his neck hurt/ached, there was a “taste” in his mouth, it was two in the morning.  He switched off the set and went into the kitchen, here he found Harold; helping himself to some more chow and a soda.
	Harold had only been in the kitchen a short while, he had seen Chris in the living room asleep and hadn’t wanted to disturb him.  So he didn’t.  he helped himself to some leftovers and was almost thru and ready to go back to the barn.
	Chris shrugged, “Naw, fuck it, stay here.  Dad knows you and we’ll meet in the morning.”
	Harold was cool with that, he was already bored with the loft residence.  But he knew it could be worse.
	Carefully they moved down the hall after chowing down the leftovers and killing off a couple of sodas.  They kept their voices down and noshed.  Chris peeked into his sister’s room, not really expecting to see her there.  He was wrong, she was.  He held up a moment, Harold was in the bathroom peeing.  When he emerged, Chris motioned for him.  Together they entered Suzie’s bedroom.
	Suzie Marie Mitchell was a sound sleeper.  She was naked and laid out on her stomach part way on her side, her favorite position.  There was a small dim nite light giving some light and the big full moon provided the rest.  The boys made bare whispers as they crawled onto the bed.  Chris pushed his sister onto her stomach.  Harold ogled the nude girl, going from her feet to her ass.  Chris parted the girl’s cheeks and the boys took a gander.
	Timidly Harold probed Suzie’s poop chute.  He groaned.  His cock swelled.  He closed his eyes rubbing his hand over the girl’s sleeping butt.  “God, man, you’re so fucking lucky!”
	Chris grinned and then rolled his sound-to-sleep sister over.  Harold’s eyes focused on her poon.  Chris noted it; noted, too, that it looked a little different.  He didn’t know or comprehend the physical attributes of a girl having her cunny busted--by a huge mammoth fatherly cock.
	Both boys fingered the poon, pressing their thumbs into the folds, gliding their fingers up and down, soon both boys had their engorged schlongs against the girl’s hips.
	Neither boy could believe they were able to do so much to the girl and she simply slept on.  Chris was miffed, if he’d of known Susie was such a sound sleeper not to know she was being molested--heck, he would have boned her a long time ago!
	Harold positioned himself on top of the girl, Chris held one of her legs open and Harold entered her.  He didn’t go all the way in, but close counts.  He pumped, humped, gyrated and laid his organ against his poon, humping the lip meat.
	Chris laid his hand onto his friend’s ass, squeezing and desiring strangely to spank him.  Hard.  He didn’t, not wanting to awaken his dad in the next room.  Maybe later.  
	Harold continued to hump, place the head of his dick (and surprisingly a little more) into the girl’s young pussy.  Orgasm came moments later.  And it was glorious; glorious Centurion, glorious!
	Chris went down and sucked the juice up from his sister’s snatch, he also lapped up the spew from his friend’s cock.  “Oh, suck it, bitch, suck me hard!” commented Harold.
	Chris complied, willingly.  Like his sister, he, too, was fascinated strangely by male genitals.  He didn’t know why, he didn’t care.  He slurped the organ, the shaft, and did a swell number on Harold’s swelled sweaty/musty balls.
	With a major boner going, Chris eased himself into his sister’s backdoor, fully seating himself.  Suzie never stirred.  He humped her good until he himself ejaculated.  It was then Harold’s turn--to lick, lap, suck, and devour.

Dreams Cum True
	With the world on the very brink of ultimate and total destruction, the worldly leader finally came to their senses.  Their countries were in near annihilation; chaos everywhere.  Several countries just simply no longer existed, radiation fallout was a world wide issue.  Millions of peoples were dead, animals, too.  The ecological system was at critical.  The time had come for some civility.
	It wouldn’t happen overnight, tensions were still high everyone with everyone.  Peoples everywhere had to be “on their guard.”  Which surprised Chris & Harold when they saw a lone rider on a horse.  They were in the backcountry, a pasture and a meadow beyond the Mitchell orchard ranch.
	It had been three weeks since Harold’s initial arrival.  The following morning after banging the sound-to-sleep Suzie, Carl noted Harold (naked) sleeping in the same bed as Chris--also naked.
	Carl didn’t mind.
	For part of the morning they all went boldly naked.  Having breakfast together, watching the latest news, and some light chores around the house.  Later on just before lunch Carl walked into the bathroom to find his son and best friend showering together.
	The following day Suzie had made a pest of herself, following the boys around and not giving them any peace or privacy.  The boys just wanted to be alone, they had already fucked her, got off into her mouth and asshole--while she was awake.  She had sucked Harold’s cock while Chris ploughed her from behind the evening of the second day.  Chris managed to get into her super tight pussy, too.
	But she was still a “sister”, and she was young.  The boys ditched her.
	Though she was raised on the ranch and new where everything was, she still got a little lost and frightened.  When she finally got home, dirty, frightened, pissed off and scared, her father cuddled her and soothed her, saying, “It’s alright, Sweetface, I’ll take care of it.”
	And he did.  He found his son and Harold in the barn a few hours later, naked doing some fluffed off chores.  Carl pulled off his belt and Chris’s ass tightened up.  ’Son-of-a-bitch.’
	He lay across a hay bale and waited for the swatting.
	Harold stood somewhat panicky close by.
	One swat, two, three.
	The “beltings” Harold received were not so polite, the beltings he received from HIS father were rash and his father didn’t care were the thin leather belt landed.  There was pure hatred with the belting, too.  Between Chris and his father the belting was more civil, a disciplinary situation rather than anything else.
	Four swats, five, and it was over.  The belt dropped and the ass fondling began.  Tears had welled up in Chris’ eyes, he held them back, cussing to himself.  His fingers gripped the wire of the hay bale tightly.  It would be awhile before his tender ass soothed out.
	Carl rubbed his son’s blistered ass, parted a cheek and began semi-roughly fingering it.  Then, to Harold’s amazement the man whipped out his cock, he was already hard and dripping cum.  He lowered his jeans and underwear and drew his son up to him.
	Chris turned about, already knowing what was up.  His father had a holt of his hair, pinching kind of hard.  The daddy cock waggled before him, the head already soiled with spunk matter.  Chris opened his mouth, the cock poked him in the nose and ran up against his before entering his mouth, though.
	Chris sucked it, it was hot (and gooey) in his mouth.  He tried devouring the whole thing, a fleeting thought of how could his sister’s young pussy take on such a mammoth cock!
	The man didn’t cum.  There was a brief squirt but nothing more.  Chris turned about and reclaimed his position on the hay bale.  His father went to his knees and pressed the fiery cock against the burning flesh.  Harold had his own cock going ready to blast off.
	Chris leaned forward a little more, parting his cheeks and “receiving” his father.  Harold stood in awe watching as the major schlong disappeared into Chris’ asshole.
	Carl began to pump, pump hard, gripping his son’s cheeks, his hips, reaching around the jack his cock.  He pumped madly for several moments before entering into that wondrous bliss of orgasmic stupefaction.
	After the gusher load of jizum filled son Chris’ rectal tract, Carl continued pumping, straining to get ever ounce of joy from the illicit act.  He made many sounds or orgasmic satisfaction.  He finally pulled out, his cock was purple and still shooting cum bits.  He smacked his son’s ass with the flaccid schlong, then nodded to the standing “erect” Harold.
	Harold knelt down.  Carl placed a hand around the boy’s neck and brought him down.  His first task was to “clean off” Carl’s cock.  Thereafter, Chris’ poop chute.
	Harold retched some while slurping on Carl’s bone, he almost hurled while cleaning Chris’ rim.  Chris turned about, he was ready to shoot and he didn’t want to spill it, waste it, on the hay bale.  He popped the member into Harold’s mouth.
	Meanwhile, Carl picked up the belt and lashed Harold’s firm white ass five smacks.  Thereafter he was once more fairly hard and promptly entered the boy’s dirt chute.
	Chris then had HIS turn at clean up!

	“Do you know her?”
	“Nope, never seen her before.” then, ’except in my dream!’
	She DID look remarkably close to the horse rider that had been in Chris’ dream.  A different shirt maybe, he couldn’t rightly remember too clearly the details.  The horse was brown, but then so were a lot of horses in the area.  Her age couldn’t be determined, not until a closer looksee.
	And like in the dream, the horsey got ansy when being followed.
	The rider stopped her mount and looked around, behind her.
	“Whoever it is knock it off!” she bitched.
	She was about fifteen Chris judged, and Harold concurred.
	She kicked her horse and continued onward.
	The boys, naturally, followed.
	The horsey got more and more ansy, its rider more and more pissed off.  She finally whirled her mount around and charged the unseen spookers.  And right at the critical moment, Chris and Harold leaped up, “AH!” they shouted.
	The brown well hung steed reared up, toppling he’s rider.
	She went down with a thud, clunking her pretty little head on a small log.  The horse scampered away.  Chris and Harold ran to the fallen rider, she wasn’t moving.
	“Holy fuck!” shouted Harold, “We fucking killed her!”
	“Relax, dumbass, she’s breathing.”
	She was.  She had pissed her pants, too.  

	The boys flanked the unconscious girl, neither knew her or had ever seen her, she was guessed to be about fifteen at least, maybe even sixteen.  Long flowing light brown hair, quite a bit of boobage, tight fitting jeans.  Chris firstly shook her, “Hey!” he said.
	There was nothing from the motionless girl.
	Harold shook her, then copped a feel of her boobage.
	Chris sat back in some shook, he couldn’t rightly place her as the one in his dream.  Harold squeezed one breasts, then the other and then simply straddled the girl and grinded on her.
	“Man, she’s really out!” he said gleefully.
	“Yeah, looks like.”
	Harold then began undoing her shirt buttons.  No reactions came from the girl whatsoever.  Chris licked his lips and massaged his growing bone.  He looked around for the horse, it was aways away munching grass.  There was no one about the great meadow, Harold had the girl’s shirt undone and had flipped up her bra cups.
	Both boys stared in awe.  Boobage.  Titty.  Bare fleshy mounds.  Palm sized knockers.  Hooters.
	Harold fondled the flesh for a minute and then moved down, undoing the girl’s jeans.  Chris watched, he shook his head (to clear it) and then hauled out his cock.  Up against the unconscious girl’s face he pressed his wang, forcing it into her mouth.  Harold quickly pulled the teen’s jeans down to her ankles.
	Blue panties.  Blue panties with white stripes (or the other way around)  Bikini style.  She had pissed herself real good.  Harold licked his lips ogling the girl in her wet undies.  “Shit, man, son-of-a-fucking-shit, man!” 
	With trembling fingers he hooked the undies and slid them down, revealing the teenage twat.  It was covered in a wet layer of crinkly brown pubes.  Chris worked his organ into the girl’s mouth, pulling out so as he could take a stronger gander at the girl’s pussy.
	Friend Harold stripped off his clothes hurriedly, lightly he fingered the girl but he was too horny for much “foreplay”, he mounted and inserted and got busy with the fucking.
	She was a virgin, was.
	Harold boned her, Chris sat on his haunches totally mesmerized and enthused.  He smacked Harold’s ass, grabbed his balls and held them while he fucked, noting the blood from the broken cunny.
	“Dude, you busted her fucking cherry!”
	“Good!” Harold yelled, he power stroked into the girl, Chris noting that she made some faces and was seemingly sort of coming around.
	“Better hurry, dude!” Chris said.
	“No problem!” Harold replied.  He power fucked the girl fast and furiously, slamming into her as fast as possible, straining at the critical moment.
	Chris picked up the girl’s soiled undies and wrapped them about his cock.  Harold continued pumping until he was pumped out.  He gave a mighty “AH!” and came a mighty gusher load of cum.  The girl was seriously coming around, but very dazed about it.  Her eyes fluttered, she shook her head and made moaning sounds.
	Harold pulled out, his cock coated in broken cheery blood.
	He scooted off to where there was a pond of near stagnant water to wash off.  Chris wiped the girl’s pussy off with her own panties.  He then took HIS turn.  Moments later he pulled out, there was some blood on his dick and balls, he didn’t care.  He rolled the girl over and smacked her ass.  He liked that.  He liked it a lot.  He smacked her some more, then Harold smacked her.  The girl began to come around more and more and Harold had to hold her as she began to thrash about.  
	Chris then hefted her ass up some and stuffed her equally virginal asshole.  He liked that, too.  It was a super tight fit and it “coated” his cock, too.  He didn’t care about that, either.  He sodomized her until finally unleashing a torrent of love cream.
Spy Games
	Once done with the horse girl, the boys quick footed thru the meadow, the adjoining pasture, tipped over some cows, slipped in some cow shit, bathed in a cattle trough, then ran nakedly amok into the nearby woods.  It was the life, the boys were having a blast.
	Here they snuck up on a pair of teens, the boy was about fifteen or so, the girl a little younger.  They were naked.  The girl was on her hands and knees, face down, ass up.  The boy behind her with his face planted into her ass.  He sat up and plunged his fuck stick into the girl, what hole he was in was not known, not like it mattered.
	It was evident, though, that the two teens were fucked up, literally speaking.  Drunk.  The “evidence” of that was seen as Harold noted the case of empty beer cans.  The scent of “marijuana” hung lifelessly in the air, too.
	Chris spotted the girl’s panties, her bra, the rest of her clothes.  There was a backpack and cast off clothes everywhere.  The boy screwing the girl finally toppled over, passing out cold.  The girl giggled, peed, and did likewise.
	Harold moved (still naked) to where the two were.
	“Dude, what you doing?”
	That was dumb ass question, Harold rolled the girl onto her back, opened her legs, and stuffed her.  He pumped vigorously for several minutes before unloading.  He sucked on her titties and fucked her until he blasted.
	Chris still lurking in the tall grass and saplings finally moved to the scene as well, a little uncomfortable and uncertain.  He found himself staring at the nude teen; Chris was only a couple of years younger than the naked passed out teen, but he found himself “gazing” upon the boy’s schlong.
	Chris knew that because the boy was a couple of years older naturally the dude’s cock would be bigger, more hair, bigger set of nads.  but still, it was amazing.  
	Harold was going for the unconscious girl’s secondary pleasing hole, her poop chute.  He rolled her over and fixed so as he could do her.  His back to Chris.  Chris watched the pumping action, the sweat forming on his nude body, his pumping ass.
	His eyes once more fell onto the teen boy’s cock.
	Harold was absorbed with his doings.  Chris slowly and very timidly placed his fingers around the “sleeping” dude’s dong.  It was limp, gooey, but thick.  Chris massaged it, cupped the boy’s balls and found himself incredibly horny.
	For no other reason than just fucking because, Chris eased up and pushed his prick into the dude’s mouth.  He smoothed his hand down the teen’s chest and then began fondling the cock and ball set.  From there Chris found himself drawn to the cock, sliding his lips over the tube steak and sucking it to the base.  He continued to hump the boy’s face, getting more and more intrigued.
	The boy beneath began to stir some, mostly his cock.  Chris sucked it until getting the attention of Harold.
	“Holy shit, dude, you’re whacked!” he chirped.  He finished with the teen girl and helped Chris, in that he helped put the two in a 69er, Chris’ cock slipped out of the boy’s mouth.  Harold placed Chris’ balls into the boy’s mouth--he WAS coming around, a little disorientated, though.
	Harold then plugged Chris’ asshole and fucked him.
	Chris sucked the boy’s funky cock until getting a boner load of cum.
	Harold humped his friend’s backdoor until filling it.  The goo spilled out and he made the disorientated boy beneath Chris lick the cum squirting hole clean.  Chris’ bone was ready to shoot, with Harold’s help Chris sodomized the boy and creamed him before leaving.

                                                *****

	Their direction was uncertain, nor mattered.  They kept just inside the forest, still walking butt bare assed naked, it was the preferred manner in which to travel.  Neither spoke, there was a lot enough on their minds as it were.  They paused now and then to get their bearings so as not to get too lost that they would be late getting home.
	At length they paused when they heard something.  It wasn’t a forest animal, no machine.  It was a voice.  A young voice.  A crying voice.  Determining its position was a little difficult, sound carried well inside the forest.  Together they wandered about, getting deeper into the interior of the forest surrounding Cartersville.
	The interior of the forest was not an easy thing to navigate.  Bushes, brush, and great decaying fallen logs made the trek arduous at best.  At a creek they found a shoe, a little kid’s shoe, it was a pink tennis shoe.  Carefully the lads looked around, the crying sound had turned to a whimpering.
	Seeing the muddy banks, broken bush limbs, and bits of torn clothing, the boys determined the child was in a particular direction.
	“Aint any bears or snakes here, are there?” Harold asked Chris.
	“My Dad said there aint, not any bears anyways, they all went north to the mountains.”
	“What about snakes?”
	“Don’t know about snakes, I reckon snakes are just about everywhere, though.”
	Harold didn’t like bears, and liked snakes even less.  (me too!)
	Crawling over a group of logs the boys found the source:  a little girl, very afraid, crying, torn up a bit, and cute.  She was under ten but older than seven.  Go from there.  Her blond hair was all disheveled and filled with forest twigs and leaves.  Small cuts to her exposed skin area, and missing a shoe.  She was wet from the creek, dirty from the muddy banks.
	The boys made quick work of consoling her, stripping her down of her clothes.  She sniveled a lot and didn’t seem to be too distressed that her “rescuers” were nude, too.  
	The boys slyly (and then not so) fondled the girl.  They firstly brought her to the creek where they cleaned her up.  They paid a lot of attention to her cunny.  As far as they could tell she was a virgin.  They managed to talk her into handling their bones, cupping their balls and then--
	Harold went down sucking on Chris’ cock, swallowing his member fully.  He then coaxed the little blond haired child to do likewise.  She was naïve and sot 100% right in the head.  She kissed the head of Chris’ pecker and then sucked on the head.
	When it came to Harold’s turn, the boy jerked off into the girl’s mouth.  She didn’t care for the sticky icky splooge.  Chris laid her out on the mossy bank, Harold held her and Chris laid his dong against her poon and humped.  Inasmuch as he was fascinated with the male set, a girl’s pussy held his interests, too.
	He humped and humped, Harold holding the girl’s legs back while he did so.  Chris, in the creek water, knelt down and munched on the girl, driving his tongue into the hairless young twat, jamming his finger up into the very virginal asshole.
	Then, when Chris felt the “stirring” he forcefully laid his cock against the fold of her cunny and humped until shooting his wad.  Harold had his cock meat embedded into the squirming child’s mouth, pinning her head from thrashing about.
	Chris was exhausted afterward, but he held the child on her hands and knees while Harold diddled spunk matter and spittle into her very virginal asshole.  Then he applied his cock and did what he liked to do--butt hump.
	Chris’ cock was too sore and unable to get “stiff” again, or he would have attempted sodomy of the eight year old.  He did lay her across his lap and spank her, finger fuck her asshole and cunny while Harold soothed his aching organ in the creek.

	A good ending, after another round of spanking (light), banging off into the tyke’s mouth, again against her poon and into her anus, the boys escorted her thru the woods until hearing many voices.  
	Chris knelt down, “Is your name, Carrie?” he asked of the girl.
	The girl fingering her pussy and picking her nose nodded that it was.
	The voices in the woods were calling, Carrie!  Carrie!
	Slowly and slyly and with great caution and stealth Chris and Harold moved thru the woods until seeing peoples.  Giving Carrie a little tap on the bare butt they sent her into the direction of her family.  Chris and Harold waited a moment until hearing telltale sounds of uproar at Carrie being found.  Then the boys stealthfully slinked away.

	Chris rubbed his ass, thinking (and knowing) of the bare assed belting he was going to get when he got home, it was late in the day, he and Harold were only supposed to be out a couple of hours, they had already exceeded that by two, and it would take at least one to get home!
	Harold rubbed/caressed Chris’ ass, too.
	They paused slinking down in the bushes at the edge of the forest, peering out to the lone home they could see.  They tried to get their bearings, if they knew what part of the county they were in they would dress and hopefully catch a ride back to the Mitchell ranch.  They figured they had probably come full circle and were actually pretty close to Harold’s neck of the woods.
	The house wasn’t recognizable, though; it was small with a backyard garden, old washing machine, small garden sheds, and piles of junk in four separate piles.
	Harold got closer and didn’t recognize the home so the boys moved on, finding an easement chucked full of horse shit piles.  On each side of the so-so fence there were small homes Harold didn’t know.  He came to the conclusion that he and Chris must be further than thought, even way past his old home.
	“Shit, we’re going to fucking get it when we get home!” remarked Chris.  Harold rubbed his bare ass, “Yeah, s’pose so.”

	They eventually came to a dirt road, well maintained and used.  It went up into some hills.  “We’d better go down it.” Chris said.  The boys dressed so as not to be “busted” should anyone come along.
	“We haven’t cross the main road (the one running thru the middle of the road) so we can’t be too far off.”
	“And I don’t think we’ve gone clear into Jasper County.” replied Chris.  
	“Naw, couldn’t have, that’s ten miles!”
	The boys saw more small homes, two-story cabins, dome homes, but no peoples.  There were some goats in a small field, they smelled hog shit mixed in with the various wildflower scents.  Buzzing insects, baking sun, mid-afternoon, and a long ways from home.
	Harold jabbed Chris in the side getting his attention.  Across a fence that was overgrown with weeds there was a young girl running.  She was being chased by a black Labrador.  Not to worry, it was her dog.  She was guesstimated to be about ten or eleven years young.
	Long flowing straight dark hair, slim body, very pretty in a plain sort of way.  Happy-go-lucky playing happily and freely without care with her pet.  She was the only one about.  
	On the surface the (lost) boys wanted to talk to her to get their bearings.  That was on the surface; subconsciously, however--the boys desired her.  She was, at least, older than the last girl they had nailed.
	After climbing (and falling) over the fence they lost track of the girl, but could hear her as she laughed and called after her dog, “Lucky.”  The boys lost her for a while, they searched and searched, strained to listen but heard her not.
	“Fuck!” bitched Chris.  Harold nodded in agreement, they were hopelessly Fucking-A lost.  Until almost walking up on the girl and her pooch.  They ducked down just in time, it was a secluded spot, huge thick towering pines and cedars and sycamores.  The girl was a real cutie, dark haired, slim build, approx. eleven years young, just as cute as the dickens.  She fussed with her dog, roughing his face and talking gibberish to him, running her hands up and down its black coat.
	Then, to Chris and Harold’s amazement she reached underneath and grabbed the dog’s dong!  Not briefly, either, she grabbed a holt of the sheathed member and began stroking it.  “There, now, Lucky, you feel better?”
	Chris nearly fainted.  Harold was in a full grin and thinking ahead.
	The girl, “Amy” continued working the dog’s dick, bringing his reddish prong out of its sheath.  She licked her fingers that had been wrapped about the slick schlong.  The dog was excited (so were the boys), pushing its head into the girl’s chest, licking her face.  The girl giggled and laughed and soon began undoing the buttons of her shirt while Lucky licked his dock and balls.
	Amy had nothing on underneath her shirt but a small half t-shirt.
	She pulled that off, too.  Her breasts were small, barely palm sized.  She cupped each breasts and for a split second had a face of concern.  Lucky continued to enjoy licking his nuggets.  Amy sat up on her knees, looked around, wrinkled her nose and then undone her jeans.  Chris and Harold were beside themselves, licking their lips and in total astonishment.
	They were in more astonishment when Amy stood and slid her jeans off, followed by her basic white panties with flowers.  She was gorgeous, nice near lily white creamy skin, a perfectly shaped ass, a very light covering of hair covering her snatch.  Neither boy knew the difference between a “virgin pussy” and a non-virgin pussy.
	Once naked, the girl sat down, bracing against a small log.  She opened her legs, looked around again and began fingering herself.  Lucky got involved, too; licking her pussy, her breasts, and licking her face.  (mostly her pussy) of which Amy offered willingly.
	  The girl giggled and carried happily cavorting with her dog.  The boys watching her on the sly were bombasted, they had never heard of anything let alone see it personally.
	Lucky was certainly a “lucky” dog, and he got even luckier when his master positioned herself onto her hands and knees.  Lucky then automatically and instinctively “mounted” the eleven year and stuffed her.
	He wasn’t in her pussy, the boys watching determined that much, but weren’t absolutely sure for certain.  Amy fingered herself, and made a ton of faces.  Mid-way thru, though, she stopped and laid out on repositioning herself on a small log.  It was a precarious situation to keep her balance; thereafter she brought Lucky to once more tongue her pussy.  She then angled back and horny Lucky firstly humped her leg before being guided into proper positioning and fucking her pussy!
	After the fuck, Amy hand jobbed the dog’s bone, fingering her pussy, looking at the dog cream oozing out of it.  She licked her fingers and tried licking her pooch’s cock!  Lucky was too agitated and wouldn’t stand still.  He went to licking his balls and Amy tried that, too.
	An airplane overhead frightened them all.  Air patrol, National Guard, local sheriff’s department, search & rescue, some sort of Law Enforcement entity.  Amy pulled her horndog into cover, Chris and Harold remained where they were until the plane went out of sight (and mind).
	Turning their attention back to Amy & Lucky the luckiest dog in the world, they were gone.  “Shit!”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	The boys slowly scanned the area, her clothes were noted to be missing, she was gone.  “Damn it!”
	“We gotta find her!”
	The boys were in agreement with that.

	They found her, not far away, she was clad in her panties only, carrying the rest of her clothes, singing and swinging a walking stick-limb.  Lucky sniffed at her butt, bushes, and everything else--nothing compared, though, to Amy’s heavenly pussy!
	“Hi there!” Chris blurted with a might surprise.
	Amy looked to the two (nude) boys.  She gulped and was instantly petrified.  Lucky the Wonder dog wasn’t a vicious critter (good thing) but he did protect his mistress (er, master…)  He barked, wagged his tail, and leaned against the girl.
	The boys presented themselves, raging boners and all.  Amy locked her pretty blue eyes on the teen peckers, a little shocked, a lot concerned.
	“”Uh, we sort of saw you,” informed Chris to the slightly frightened girl.  Her eyes bugged, mouth fell open.
	“Yeah, that was kinda cool.  Damn lucky dog!” Harold blurted out.
	Amy began to fret, this was not good.
	“Hey, it’s cool,” said Chris reassuring the girl before she totally flipped out, “we do weird stuff, too.”
	It still didn’t settled the young girl--she was close to panicking.
	Chris stepped a little closer, Amy held her dog at the nape of his neck.
	“Listen, we just like to play around, too.” Harold said.
	Amy gulped, Chris licked his lips and wondered.
	Harold stroked his bone, “You ever see a dude naked?  Like us?”
	Amy almost grinned and shook her head.  She hadn’t, ever, not even LITLE boys.  She ogled the boys’ offerings, petting her pet, pursing her lips.  Harold sidestepped up to his friend and the two got into an impromptu cock-fight.
	Harold, too, dropped to his knees and worked Chris’ cock, cupping his balls and devouring the erection.  He held onto Chris’ ass and power sucked him.  Amy watched in awe.
	“Have you ever sucked your dog’s dick?” Chris blurted out.
	Amy returned to being shocked, being busted was not on her list of things to handle well.  She always feared, which was why she had slipped into the woods so far from home.
	She didn’t answer and Chris took it to be a “No.”
	“Could we see you, you know, doing it again.”
	Harold popped the Chris’ cock out of his mouth, “Yeah, we weren’t too close back there and barely could see very much.” he smacked his lips and Chris was turned about, he bent over and Harold rim jobbed him.
	“You ever see a guy cum?” Harold asked nextly.
	She shook her head, which would be consistent with the earlier question if she had ever seen a dude naked.  She made no attempt to remove her clothes.  Harold stood up and with Chris bracing, Harold poked his friend up the ass.
	“You wanna suck mine?” Chris asked sheepishly.  He handled his aching bone, trying to hold off from cumming.  “I was wondering if my stuff tasted the same as a dogs.”
	Amy gulped.  She wrinkled her nose and furrowed her forehead contemplating.  She knew it was dangerous territory for sure.  Harold pumped madly, Chris looked at her while he continued to masturbate.
	Harold pumped faster.  Chris strained to keep in form and to keep from cumming off.  Amy watched, didn’t run off.  “I’ve never seen two guys do it.” she commented.
	“A hole is a hole.” Harold piped.
	Amy looked shocked at that, ‘A hole?’  she petted Lucky watched as Harold began straining and cumming off.  He let one jet of ball juice stream forth, then pulled out and finished cumming onto Chris’s asshole and cheeks.  Amy cocked her head to look, totally mesmerized by the deed.
	Harold stood on trembling knees, holding his nuts and squeezing his cock at the base, long sticky gooey strands of cum dripped from the piss slit.  Chris stood, rubbing his well fucked ass, then faced the so-so shy Amy.  He began to strongly masturbate, Harold went to him and sucked him, pulling away now and then and nodding his head as an indication for Amy to come have a taste.
	She wrinkled up her nose several times at the offer, Chris was having difficulties holding back.  He wouldn’t be able for very much longer.  He clenched up, felt his well fucked asshole sucking up wind, ‘your ass sucks wind’ came to mind.
	“Look, you suck his, we’ll suck on yours!” piped Harold.
	Amy had red flags alerting her to that proposal.  “I-I don’t think so.” she said.
	“Oh, come on,” begged Harold.
	“H-how ‘bout five bucks!” Chris belted out.
	Amy looked stunned.  “What?”
	“How-how about for five bucks, you-you suck it and I’ll give you five bucks!” Harold stopped jerking on Chris’ bone while Chris fished out of his cast off jeans a wadded five dollar bill he had found in the area of the little girl a while back.
	“Yeah,” spiked Harold, “and I’ll give five more if you let us do you, suck your pussy.”
	“And there’s another five in it for you if you do it with your dog, again.” Chris added.
	Harold returned to working his friend’s organ, sucking on the glistening knob, tugging and squeezing the cock and dangling balls, shaking the cock, waggling it before the startled wide blue eyes of the pretty dark haired girl.
	She sighed, she was mulling it over.	
	“Please?” asked/begged Chris.
	Amy continued to mull, biting her lip, brushing her hair back over her ears.  “Well,” she drawled, and said nothing more.  She stooped down and hugged her dog, then went to her knees.  Harold brought Chris over, tugging on his cock to lead him.  Chris was ready to blow.  How WAS guy cum in comparison to dog cum?
	Chris knew that HE wasn’t going to find out, that was gross.  There were just SOME things that Chris wasn’t willing to try.  Amy, though, was.  She eyed the “offering” and with Harold backing out of the way some she reached out with her hand and held the member.
	She was awed by the “feel” of the cock, “It’s warm.” she remarked.
	She marveled at it and then pulled/tugged down on it.  She “cupped” his balls and then began inching her face closer in.  Harold stroked his own member, eyeing the girl, then the dog.  He knew if he tried anything funny the dog would rip into him.  And being butt bare assed naked, that wasn’t a good idea.
	But he sure wanted to.
	More coaxing was needed before Amy pressed her lips to Chris waggling schlong.  She wrinkled up her cute little nose, but otherwise wasn’t offended.  She licked the piss slit and Chris surged, pushing his cock into her mouth.
	“Go on, suck it!” urged Harold.
	Chris squeezed both his hands at the base of his manhood, lengthening out his cock.  Amy closed her eyes and devoured half of the “offering” before pulling out.  Chris was ejaculating.

	“Well?” Harold asked after Chris had fully expelled all his goo.
	Amy licked/smacked her lips, thinking (mulling) again.  “It was different.” she commented.
	“D-do your dog, again, just to make sure.”
	Amy looked up to Chris, she let her eyes wander before placing her hand to her faithful lucky dog, Lucky, and stroking his sheath.
	Harold and Chris bent down so as they could see the ‘hand action” in action.  Lucky laid down, opening his legs, his head and tongue lolled and tried licking Amy’s crotch.
	“He’s trying to lick out your pussy, again!” smirked Chris.
	“You ought to let him.”
	Amy was concerned, she had a right to be.  She swallowed, mulled hard, and unfastened the top of her jeans.  Then, to the boys joy, she stood and pulled off her top and halter top concealing her small (very small) boobage.
	She was still concerned, pursing her lips, but unzipped and pulled down her jeans.  The boys liked, they liked as she stood up before sliding her panties down.  They got a nice view of what she looked like in her undies.  She let the boys look and then she eased them down.
	Once naked and sitting down Lucky again tried his tongue to get to His mistress.  Amy giggled and laid back, the dog had a way of licking her to a giggle.  The boys hugged the dog and held Amy’s legs open so as the canine could get his licking in (so as the boys could have theirs.)
	The dog got a little bitchy, a gruff as he didn’t like to be bothered while munching human twat.  The boys chilled, waiting their turn.  Amy whacked Lucky into a frenzied state and on the urgings from Chris and Harold, she presented her ass to the dog and he mounted.
	The boys watched up close and very personal as Lucky’s lucky cock entered the girl’s crap chute.  To say the least, the very least, they were amazed.  Not all of the dog schlong entered, but quite a bit just the same.  There was humping and the girl gripped the ground as she was boned.
	Chris got a nod from Harold and moved shuffling on his knees to position himself before Amy once more.  Amy gripped his ass and cock and sucked him again.
	Lucky got his nut and spewed dog spunk; the cum filled the girl’s asshole.  He fell away, gruffed once and then began licking himself like dogs like to do.  (they’re so lucky!)
	Harold positioned HIMSELF behind Amy’s behind, caressed it, began licking her crack and did NOT like the taste of dog spunk.  Lightly he fingered Amy’s pussy, she didn’t seem distressed that he was doing so.  He then stepped up and penetrated her asshole.
	Amy wasn’t overly thrilled with the sudden “intrusion”, but she let it be anyways.  It was all so out of control.  She didn’t readily fully hungrily suck on Chris’ knob, just the head area and when Chris “pushed” in suddenly a bit more.  Amy’s hand gripping the dick kept her from engulfing the “whole thing.”
	Harold blasted a load into her backdoor.  He humped and strained, power fucked madly and thought for sure his balls were going to explode.  There was SOME relief when he pulled out.  He was awash in sweat and awe; sitting back to catch himself he watched rivers of cum ooze out of the girl’s hole.  Lucky was nearby, seemingly watching, too.  Harold coaxed the dog to lick his mistress’ gooey poop chute.
	The dog did but didn’t like it all that well.

	Amy sat on her butt, her very darling well fucked butt.  Lucky lay curled beside her.  Chris stared at her pussy sitting a few feet away, he massaged his severely aching organ, ’Too much of a good thing!?’ as well as, ’Just desserts.’  now he understood.  Though lo he wanted (and desired) to fuck his sweet sister’s three holes, he didn’t think his cock would be up to it.
	Friend Harold sat working his organ into a frenzied state; after humping Amy’s hole, gliding against her pussy a little later afterward, against her small breasts (she wouldn’t suck his cock ’cause she knew where it had come from and that was gross!) Harold’s cock wouldn’t go limp.  It was super sensitive to the touch, it ached and screamed in some major discomfort.
	“Hey, do you know of any ponds or creeks around here?” Chris asked.
	Amy pulled in her lower lip thinking, she looked around to get her bearings, these were HER woods, the boys were WAY-WAY off from their territory.
	“Cutter’s Pond, I guess.  Why?”
	“Where is it?” asked Harold. 
	Amy pointed the direction.
	“Anyone go there?” Chris asked.
	“Sometimes there’s people there.”
	“Any place else around, a creek or something?”
	Amy nodded and stood, Lucky got up, walking funny, they all moseyed through the woods making for Copper Creek.

	Harold’s cock finally felt better, this after half an hour or so of soaking in the cool very refreshing waters of Copper Creek.  Chris and Amy frolicked, laughed, and got along--non-sexually speaking.  Harold wasn’t in the mood.  
	After another half hour, “I gotta get home.” Amy whined.  She enjoyed playing with the boys, she really did.  The boys knew the tune, they had to get “home”, too.  They escorted Amy & Lucky part way, to the dirt road.  Amy pointing the way the boys needed to go to get to the main road that led into town.  From Amy they learned just how screwed they were, they were WAY on the other side of Cartersville, there’s the “outskirts” of town and then--there’s the OUTSKIRTS of town!  The boys were just a little beyond that!
	Ten miles at least.  They were so screwed.  Chris rubbed his ass, Harold rubbed his, too.  “Think we can fake amnesia?”
	Chris giggled, farted, and began walking.