August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 18
Boners & Things, Part II

Seven Cum a-leven
	“Think we’ll see her again?” 
	Harold shrugged.  He noshed on a fry and slurped his malt, his cock still ached terribly, but oh well--it was worth it.
	“I never knew girls could do stuff like that.” Chris blurted exposing how naïve he was.  
	Harold scarcely paid any attention, he noshed on his fries and focused solely on the girls who had come into the malt shoppe.  The malt shoppe was on the main road thru town, it was a hot day and the boys had gotten away from Amy without having to “pay” her.  So with their wadded almost cum stained money they sat down in the open area of the shoppe for some refreshment before hoofing it own home, about three more miles.
	It would be close to four o’clock by then, both knew that a severe belting was in store.
	Chris focused on the girls, too.  Might as well, Suzie would be the only “girl” he would be seeing for a couple of weeks--after the belting there would be the inevitable “grounding.”
	Daphne.  Daphne and Raylynn, two members of the Cheerleader-Five.
	They were with some younger girls, also Cheerleaders from an elementary school.  THOSE girls had on even SHORTER cheerleader skirts.  The boys could scarcely breathe.
	“Shit, why couldn’t we have met THEM in the woods!”
	Just then one of the younger cheerleaders stooped over.
	Chris and Harold nearly fell off of the wooden bench of the picnic table they sat on.  Their cocks went into overdrive and they ached terribly.
	They gaggle of girls moved into the malt shoppe, Chris and Harold polished off their fries and shakes and continued walking homeward.
	Luckily James Casher drove by, he had a cattle ranch two miles passed the Mitchell orchard, the boys got a ride from him, riding in the back on hay bales.  Along the way they whipped out their schlong and massaged their organs, their minds were filled with Amy, Lucky, and the Cheerleader Five plus extras.  Chris got a major boner going.  Harold stood up and bracing himself against the wood slats of the hay truck he pissed off the back.
	Luck was still with them, they hoped.  The family Mitchell truck was no where in sight when they finally hoofed it in.  Mr. Casher had stopped on the road to let the boys out, waved and went on his way.  The boys avoided coming directly home on the gravel road, they scooted into the countryside and snuck in.
	No one was home.
	It was 4:15.  
	“Dad could be in town, and we didn’t see him.”
	“Didn’t he mention something about that auction at the Hammond’s place, he wanted to bid on some generator or something, right?”
	“Right!”  ‘whew.’  
	Naturally Suzie wasn’t home, the boys had initially been told to check the furthest orchard fences and the agri ponds.  So Suzie wouldn’t be left at home alone, she must have went with her father or to a friends.  The boys jumped into the shower, together, but no sexual hanky-panky.
	There were chores yet to be done, the boys threw themselves into warp drive to get it done.  At a quarter to five Suzie rolled in on her bike.  She was a little panicky, “Where’s daddy?” she asked as she threw down her bike and looked like a frightened animal in a trap.
	“He’s not here.” Chris told.
	“He’s not!?” she said.  Her whole demeanor suddenly changed.  then, “Uh, HAS he been here?”
	The boys looked to one another, Chris shook his head, “Nope, he’s probably over at the Hammond Auction.”
	“Yes!” Suzie said getting emotional about in the typical knee up, fist-arm motion in the pleasing manner of a solid affirmation.
	“Phew!” she said, “I thought I was going to be in trouble!” she grinned and started making her way to the house.
	Chris looked to Harold.  Harold looked to Chris.
	“Who says you aint?”
                                                  *****	

	A sudden startled brought Chris to an awakened state.  The looming form of his father at the door.  He heard the creak of the windmill, breezes warm thru the trees, frogs, crickets, and buzzing insects.  Beside him was his sister Suzie, on the other side of her was Harold.  All three were naked.  It was late, damn late, the evening of “frolic” had been an enduring one (with Suzie) considering what the boys had already endured throughout the day.
	“You get your chores done I told you to do?” Crl asked.
	“Yessir, Daddy.”
	Carl gouged his bone then shuffled on to his room.
	Chris remained still for a moment, Suzie was still, Harold sound to sleep.  Slowly Chris eased off the bed, his cock ached badly, he had stuffed Suzie’s corn hole and then Harold’s while Harold straddled Suzie’s face, his balls in her mouth.
	He found his dad undressing in his room.
	“Soooooo, how’d the auction go?” assuming that’s where he’d been.
	“Alright, I suppose.” he drawled.  
	Chris knew there was more to it than that, but he figured it was the Doom of the World, the Chaos of the World that was bothering him.  
	“You feed your sister dinner?” his Dad asked as he stripped to the skin.  Chris nodded, “Yessir.”  liar.  (she munched on junk food during and after being sexualized.)  but at least she ate.  (tube steak…)
	“Son,” Carl said to his son as the boy quietly moved to back out of the room and leave his dad to his glum thoughts, 
	“Yeah, Dad?”
	“Uh, don’t-don’t fool around with your sister too much.”
	Chris raised an eyebrow.  “Oh-okay.” he said.  He backed out and returned to his room.  He heard his father’s bedroom door shut.  Chris laid down, he began slowly massaging his pecker staring up to the wall.
	“What the fuck was THAT all about?” queried Harold (still “sleeping” on his side.)
	“Fuck if I know.” Chris answered.
	“Don’t cuss.” murmured Suzie.
  Spy Games cont.
	“Who died?” Suzie inquisitively asked, this after her gloomy father had left the kitchen.  Chris shrugged.  It was breakfast type time, not a word had been said since arising.
	“Don’t worry about it.” Chris told her.
	With clothes on, the boys did some chores and helped unload the new auctioned generator.  Chris assumed that the generator from a neighbor’s farm was what had put his dad in such a gloomy mood.  No one in the farming/ranching community liked the business of taking items from another neighbor, but the Hammond place had gone bankrupt and the Bank was foreclosing.  The manner in which to settle up so to speak in Bank terms was to hold an auction.
	The day was spent installing the new generator, replacing a generator that was on its last legs.  The family worked hard and by noon the generator cranked to life.  Moments later water gushed from a hundred feet down and began filling a pond that would later quench the thirst of neighboring orchards.
	“Best $20 I ever spent!” smirked Carl.
	“Twenty dollars!?” said Chris surprised.
	“Yep.” grinned Carl, ‘Fuck them Bank bastards.”
	It was the way of the Neighbors, to make sure the Bank didn’t get as much as they hoped.  All those present at the Hammond Auction made a pact, as they would with any neighbor down on their luck and facing “auction.”  And on the day of the auction to take place, some neighbors misdirected outsiders so as only neighbors would be present.
	Then very low bids would be cast.
	The Hammonds were leaving Cartersville, they had had enough of the bad times, so it was okay to “sell” their equipment.
	It would take several hours before the pond would be “full.” Chris had to check the “float” that automatically shut the generator off so as not to overfill the pond and let the generator run continuously.  On doing so, Chris lost his footing on the dirt mound and went for an unplanned swim.
	There was a little panic as Chris was at first right in the path of the gushing water out of a 12-inch pipe.  He was swept out into the middle and had disappeared under the upset water surface.  Carl dove immediately in and the two surfaced at the end of the 100 foot long pond.
	Chris was sputtering and choking but otherwise okay.
	Back at the truck the two stripped off their wet clothes.
	Suzie grinned.  Harold grinned.
	
	He could feel the “presence” of the daddy schlong, it was an weird-odd feeling.  His own bone slid near effortlessly into the corn hole, he tried to get a rhythm, to match his father’s pumping action.  Suzie made no sounds, she tried to match pumping actions, too; but with two cocks drilling her it wasn’t going to happen.  
	Chris pulled out, his cock had begun to ache terribly again, its reprieve hadn’t been all that long, he figured he would need to lay off fucking or even whacking off for a couple of days, maybe even three!
	He laid his cock between his sister’s crack and humped, Harold sat up on the grassy shady area, masturbating, having already filled Suzie’s pussy and asshole.  Chris himself got a nice blowjob from his sister, she then sucked her father and when he was at the pivotal point of cumming off, he laid out on the grass and pulled his young child onto him, guiding his cock into her cunny.
	Chris watched from between his father’s legs, watching the daddy dong doing its thing.  When his father pulled Suzie’s cheeks open it was an open invite to make entry.
	And so he did.
	
	Though “peeing” in front of everyone was deemed an okay sort of thing to do, taking a crap wasn’t.  Chris eased out into the neighboring orchard to unload.  He got sidetracked watching some ants, a whole line of them carrying “food”, he was amazed at their abilities.  
	A spider’s web caught his attention nextly, a small flying insect was trapped within and the spider was on it in seconds, stunning it with the initial “bite” and the wrapping the critter up.
	Upon returning to his “family”, Harold was sucking on Suzie’s wondrous cunt while behind him daddy Carl humped his ass.  Chris’s schlong ached terribly, he couldn’t fuck another hole.  He knelt beside his sister, she clutched at his ball sac, then worked his aching organ, leaning up to start sucking on the head.  Harold drove his tongue into Suzie’s snatch, Carl ploughed the boy’s behind, smacking his cheeks and jerking him off.
	When it came time for Harold to cum he inched up and orgasmed off onto Suzie’s pussy.  Carl had emptied his own load into Harold’s ass, he sat back massaging himself, watching the kids.
	Chris and Harold “went down” on Suzie’s cum drenched cunt and began licking her out and licking her clean, and into a frazzle.  Chris’ cock was so hard he couldn’t stand it, but it ached, too.  He had yet, unbelievably, fucked his sister.
	He had been in her mouth and ass, humped her slit, her crack, taint, and chest.  He had peed on her, she had sucked on his nuts.  He had licked her asshole, sucked her pussy, stuffed her mouth with his tongue, spanked her, and sat on her face trying to fart on her.
	But he hadn’t stuffed her pussy with his cock.
	And it wasn’t going to happen this time, either.
	He came up between her, laid his organ against her and had slipped in the head of his pulsing schlong, and as he was about to make entry and slam home the bone, an air patrol plane suddenly zoomed overhead.
	The naked family dashed into the sanctity of the orchard.
	The plane was a part of the civil air patrol, it made a sweep of the orchard area outskirts and then out to the meadows and pastures heading for town.
	The “moment” had passed, the day was getting on, the agri pond was filling up nicely and it was time to head home.  Being dirty and grimy no one dressed and rode home naked.
	Once home the family washed one another off with the water hose.  Chris still wanted to fuck his sister silly.  Badly.  But his cock simply needed a rest, a vacation from orifice plunging.
	Some chores needed to be done, Carl sat down to do some paperwork, still naked.  The boys discussed “venturing” again, Chris’ cock ached, “OP no!” but oh well, what the hell, why not?
	They of course were saddled with the pesky Suzie.
	She was ditched off at a neighboring friend’s house, with a promise from the boys that they would pick her up on their way back in a couple of hours.  Famous last words…
	And of course Suzie’s friend was a cutey, too.
	“Man,” Harold said once out of earshot and on their way to the forest again) “if we could find some bitches like Cheryl.”
	Chris nodded, “bitches” like the ones in his dream?  Some of that bothered him, would he take part in the molesting of such a young girl, or girls?  He had heard in the news that somewhere in the Midwest a whole bus load of young people had been kidnapped and forced into sexual depravity with one another as well as the kidnappers.
	Suzie had some cute girlfriends.  Chris knew them and had always gotten an erection when staring at them too long.  His balls surged when he saw the young-young girls tumbling in short dresses or skirts, being naïve about “revealing” themselves.  He had seen toddler girls running amok butt bare assed naked.  He figured he wouldn’t go so low as to molest a child THAT young.  But maybe a hump, a grind against their pussy, try to hump into their mouth, something like that--no penetration.
	“What’s the youngest girl you would do?” Chris asked off the cuff.
	“Huh, oh--uh, fuck dude, I dunno, don’t care!”  good answer.
	“Well,--”
	“What about you?” Harold butted in before Chris could finish.
	“Me?” Chris almost squealed.  They clambered over some logs, rocks, boulders, and skirted the area leading out to the quarry.  He shrugged and tried to think of an answer.
	“I-I guess my sister’s age.”
	“No younger?”
	“Naw, probably not.” then, “You?”
	“About the same, I guess.” then, “Hey, I aint gonna scrog on some five year old--”
	“But if she were, seven, eight--”
	“Yeah, something like that.”
	“Would you FUCK her, a seven year old, in the pussy?”
	Harold shrugged, “Dude, fuck if I know.  If she could take it!” he scoffed grabbing his bone in his pants and squeezing it in the typical fashion.  “She’d probably have to be older, at least nine or ten.”
	Three green wild parrots they spotted, the boys were familiar with them and saw them every so often.  Most of the area in their area they had already explored.  For some reason, just on the right side of the main dividing road.  After dumping Suzie at her friend’s house, the boys came to the quarry site then followed a dry creek thru a meadow and came to the main road.
	There was a railroad trestle not far away, spanning a dry riverbed, huge tracts of open land, meadows, and lots and lots of unexplored area.  It only took a grin and a head nod from the lads to one another and they were over the barbed fence and scooting into the unexplored territory.

	It didn’t remain unexplored for long.
	But there was little time, they made for the train trestle first, then would follow it back to where it came close to town.  From there they would go back home, after picking up Suzie.  That was the plan, anyways.
	Old abandoned-ditched cars, foundations of old abandoned homes, torn clothing, and ripped from a porno book, naked pictures of women coated in cum.  The boys shed their clothes and walked nakedly with raging boners.  
	It was hot out in the open, the boys climbed the short hill up to the single track railroad, looked both ways, nothing.  Harold placed his ear to the burning rail, after screeching “OUCH!” he did it again, but not with his ear totally touching.
	Chris slipped up behind and tried to “penetrate” him.  Harold was aware and the two boys rolled off into the shrubs & bushes to wrestle, with Chris winding up on his backside, pinned.  Harold then rammed his wiener into his friend’s rectum and sodomized him good & proper.
	Thereafter they lay nakedly with Harold on top.
	Chris caressed his friend’s ass, cum still spewed from Harold’s cock.
	Then they kissed.

	“Suck my cock, bitch; suck it, suck it hard!”
	Harold gobbled on the dong, dragging his teeth along the hot skin until it touched the back of his throat and made him retch.  Chris bucked into Harold’s mouth, holding the back of his head to keep Harold’s head (mouth) in place.
	They had lain in the sweet sticky shrubs at the bottom of the railroad berm for awhile, passionately kissing, grinding against one another.  French kissing, deep passionate French kissing.
	When they parted for air Chris pushed Harold off of him, “Get off of me, faggot!” in jest.
	They called one another homo and other accompanying names,
	“We’re not faggots, right?” Chris curiously queried aloud.
	“Naw,” replied Harold masturbating himself and ogling his friend’s dangling wanger, “just open to fuck and fill any hole there is!”
	Chris let it go.  He didn’t fully understand the concept of “being gay.”  But he understood the joy of humping, a girl hole or a boy hole, what did it matter, both sexes gave pleasure.
	But the kissing.  That was gay.  Very gay.  But was there more to it than that?  Did kissing Harold mean that he WAS gay?  A homo?  A queer, faggot, cum slurper?  His father had humped him, and humped on Harold, too.  Was his father now gay?
	Harold must of sensed Chris with pestering thoughts of the gay issue, he dropped to his knees and assessed the situation, then smiled and began gobbling on Chris’ bone.

	He tried to cum, but he was “empty.”  Harold was good, jamming a finger up his rectum, sucking on the shaft and his balls, everything to try and get Chris to cum.  His mouth wore out at length and Chris pulled back, masturbating using both hands.
	They took a breather and returned up the hill to the train track.
	Chris placed a penny on the track then picked up a large rock and set it on the rail, as well.  Harold squatted and laid a turd on the glistening rail.
	“Here, let the train squish that!” Harold jeered.
	 Chris laughed and the two began making their way into the trestle itself.
	The trestle spanned 1,000 feet over the Kalamat River, it was dry, as it was most of the year ‘cept in the wintery season when it was full.  But come the middle of summer it dried up.  Carrying their clothes in a bundle the boys strolled across the bridge, the smell of the creosote scenting the air.  They chucked various rocks off the bridge, peed on the rails and masturbated one another.  At length Harold laid out on the oil soaked ties, pulling his legs back, “Fuck me, whore!”
	Chris obliged, he needed to cum, his balls and cock were in dire agony and needed the relief.  He was going to tongue lash his friend’s rim but remember the bitch had just laid a turd and so that was a no-go.
	Penetrating him, though, was a go.
	Mid way along an enduring five minute fuck whereas Chris DID feel the surge of orgasm coming, he looked up and saw a flickering light down the track.
	“Oh fucking shit!” he bellowed.
	The train was still a ways off, Chris humped faster but couldn’t cum.
	They were in the middle of the trestle when the vibrations of the great locomotive could be felt.  They began to run.  Twice they looked over the side, but it was a good drop to the sand below, broken legs and arms weren’t cool, especially while naked.  Chris stumbled and fell onto the biting hot rocks, the train entered the trestle and must have seen the two nude boys, it tooted its great air horn and the boys scampered even faster.
	There were alcoves along the trestle, a place of refuge for those trespassing along the bridge.  The bridge was single track and therefore kinda narrow with just barely any room clearance from the oil soaked railing and the blasting choo-choo.
	The boys scrunched up against heavy timbers of the alcove as the train thundered by.  The engineer shaking his fist at the two trespassers.  Harold waggled his cock at him, and then to the several hoboes riding the box cars and timber cars.
	After that, the boys went on.

	It was getting too hot out in the open, there was shade under the trestle.  Precariously they made their way down the slippery side of the crumbly hill the trestle was nestled in, hearing faint whispers and sounds that alerted the two boys that they were not alone.
	“Hoboes?” Chris wondered.
	Harold didn’t think so.  Carefully the boys sneaked around until coming right up to the apex of where the train bridge and the hill met.  Here there was something of an “opening” on the slant of the hill, a “cubby hole” if you will.  Here in the gloom of the darkness there and the odor of oil/kerosene soaked timbers lay two peoples.  Teenagers from the Carter High School.  Butt bare assed naked, the boy on top of the girl.  She was kinda frantic but continued on with the intense fuck.
	Suddenly Chris felt the timber he leaned on tremble.
	“I think another train is coming.” he whispered to Harold.
	Harold nodded and stroked his bone, intently watching the teen pair.
	The boy, about 16 or so, repositioned his bitch, pushing her legs far back to whereas her knees practically touched her shoulders, this allowed the slinking boys at the boulders around the base of the support poles to the bridge to get an eye full of cock slamming into a nappy dugout.
	The hapless girl was a long straight dark haired girl, the boy had a goofy grunge-like punk hair style.  Chris found himself “admiring” the boy’s ass, it was lily white, smooth, with hairless testicles slapping against the girl’s asshole.
	The train came and rumbled above.  It totally freaked the girl out, she frantically tried to get out from under her boyfriend, but the boy wouldn’t have any of that and slammed into the girl harder.
	…until he got his nut.
	Thereafter he was useless.
	The girl pushed the boy off and KICKED in square in the nuts, then brought a knee up to his chin.  She slapped him into Next Week, “Don’t ever fucking do that again!” she yelled and cold cocked him backwards!  She collected her clothes and very nearly caught the two onlookers as she scampered out.  The boy held his nuts, he coughed and sputtered and mouthed something, “Fucking bitch!” he then began to vomit and lay curled on the ground trembling.

	“I don’t think that was a good fuck!” Harold commented after he and Chris had “scampered” away their ownselves.  They struck out across the dry river, still under the trestle--where there was shade.
	The girl had made good her escape, the boys had looked for her but she was gone.  They shrugged and eased into the riverbed and continued looking for something else to do (or spy on.)
	This didn’t take long.
	Getting damn thirsty they got their bearings of where they were at and began making for town.  Bravely they walked along a horse trail, they saw no one but kept a wary eye and ear out.
	They did see a snake snaking across the path, it was a BIG one, too big to fuck with, there was a slight “bulge” in its middle and was assumed to have just had “lunch.”  Chris figured the rattler to be about five feet long, and as big around as his hand could (if he would) wrap around.  Too big to fuck with.
	Wisely the boys put their clothes back on, but Chris knew, as did Harold, that a snake’s teeth could sink into the flesh regardless of jeans or thick socks.  (only canvas shin guards offered the best protection from such incidences.)
	Again, it was too damn hot out in the sun, they left the openness of the horse trail, cut across a derelict open field and made for the sanctity of Gabby Park.  It was a park situated at the edge of town, well, one of its “edges”.  It was still a good little walk to get thru it, it was a Nature Park and not a regular park until right close to town.
	But there were lots and lots of trees, creeks/brooks/streams, and fresh water fountains.  They boys drank their fill, they still had a ways to go before the malt shoppe.
	Along their way--the boys spotted a teen girl pushing a young boy in a wheelchair. 
	“Dude, that’s gotta be messed up.” Harold said.
	“What?” Chris asked not getting it.
	“To be in a wheelchair, not able to walk; fuck that, shoot me!”
	“Yah,” Chris replied, “if I can’t walk and get around--” he didn’t finish, his attention was on the girl as she stopped pushing the chair and helped the boy to stand.
	“He aint crippled!” Harold bitched.
	The boys felt something was up, worth investigating.  
	So they did.

	Brandy helped her young charge to stand, he was wobbly and in some pain, from his stomach and knee operation and the need to go to the bathroom.  Why he had “held it” so long she didn’t know.  They had past a bathroom not too long ago, why didn’t he say something then.
	She locked the wheels and scuffled about the chair, looking around to see if anyone was about.  At the far end of the Park, though, doubtful, it was kind of way out of the way and only the most venturous made the trek.  There was both paved as well as cement to form the path that ran along the edge of the park.
	Jason scrunched up his face, he really needed to go.
	Brandy supported him and eased him into the thick bushes unkempt.  She knew it was embarrassing, but oh well, she was a big girl to get over it; she was a babysitter and had seen plenty of young boys’ naked parts.  And being in the 7th grade, too, she had Life Science, which incorporated Health & Sex Ed.
	Timidly and somewhat shyly Jason fumbled about undoing his the string that held his pajama bottoms.  Brandy finally just had the boy lean back into her and then she herself reached around and without seeing the draw string untied it and eased the garment down.  He wore hospital boxers, too.  Jason worked them down and quickly began to pee.
	Jason let out a moan of pleasure (such relief!)
	Brandy emptied her mind of her thoughts.  She looked around, unawares of anyone “spying” on her.  For thirteen she had a nice bod, very nice; a bigger chest then most girls her age, but still mid size “B” cup.  A great ass, good body from.  She was deemed to be a tomboy.  Her jeans weren’t too tight, but tight enough.  Long semi-curly dark hair.  She licked her lips nervously and then, 
	…then, as Jason did the “shake” thing to shake the urine free from his little ten year old pecker, Brandy pressed her hand on him, at the area of where the crotch meets the beginning of the leg.  Jason gulped.  Brandy looked nervously about, but they were out of the park area, in the wild growth area.  The hospital from which they had come was WAY on the other side of the Park, she had permission to take Jason out for some air, he was getting couped up inside; a knee operation and busted appendicitis had laid the boy up for a while.  His parents worked hard with his dad out of town and mother working two jobs to pay the bills.
	Brandy had warmed up to him, she and several of her friends came to the children’s wing of the hospital to have a summer party.  Young Jason already feeling glum didn’t have many friends, and none at the church.  Chris didn’t know Brandy personally, but had seen her at his school.  Harold knew her, he had a class with her.
	(which made the spying all the better.  All the better!)
	From the crotch area Brandy moved to just barely cupping the boy’s barely-there-hair(y) balls.  Jason’s schlong instantly went hard.  Brandy touched it, wrapping her fingers about the prong and slowly-very-slowly worked up and down.  Jason stared out into the wild woods, sometimes looking down, biting his lip and then starting out into the woods again.
	Brandy smoothed her hand out over the boy’s ass, tugging his boxers down more then lifting off the hospital gown.  She then used both hands on his private area, working his cock and balls.  “Now,” she whispered, “do you feel better!?”
	There was no response (verbally) from the boy, he was almost grinning, almost cumming.  Brandy snuggled against him some continuing to “make him feel better.”  She ran her hands over his ass and continued to masturbate him.  He was too speechless to say anything.  Brandy finally turned him about, his eyes widened and pecker stiffened even more.  Brandy eyed the one-eye monster, smiled at admiringly, then leaned in…
	Chris and Harold were awed, so was Jason.  He gulped for air and watched in total amazement as he received his first blowjob.  Brandy enveloped the cock and ran her tongue teasingly around the sensitive crown, then worked her mouth expertly up and down the slick pecker until it fully disappeared inside her mouth.
	Young Jason humped, flexing his ass muscles, his mouth hung open, he was in total awe.  Brandy slurped, making some sucking noises, waggling her head and continuing to tantalize the boy’s schlong with her tongue rolling about the crown.
	Finally pulling free she took a wondrous gander at the cock, she worked it a bit and then went down to suckle his barely furry tezzies, hands clamped to his naked ass further sending the boy into an never before felt euphoria.  His penis like a dog’s dick lingered and languished about, almost ear fucking the little hottie nuzzling him.
	With a wicked smile Brandy sat on her knees, “Wanna see me?” she said slyly.  Naked Jason had to bring that question in, contemplate what it meant, then--he raised his eyes, ‘Holy shit!’ in his mind.  He gulped and methodically hand jobbed himself.
	Brandy pulled off her short sleeve blue stripped top.  She indeed had a nice rack, small on the “B” cup side, but pleasing enough to lay one’s cock between the mounds and get a good hump nonetheless.  She unhooked her bra and there they were--a pair of naked teenage titties.  
	Jason was beside himself.  A naked girl, well, nearly naked.  He didn’t blink, he couldn’t think, he could only stare (and stroke.)
	Brandy stood, looked around, fondled her bare naked breasts, looked around some more, then smiled as she returned her attention to the boy.
	“Wanna help?” she said whimsically.
	Jason grinned, he leaned against a sapling tree and undone Brandy’s jeans.  His full attention was on the fastener, his tongue came out as he deeply thought of what he was doing.  
	With the jeans unfastened, he slowly unzipped them.  Beyond the zipper was a pair of blue paisley panties.  Jason nearly shook, trembling in complete awe.  ‘Holy shit!’
	With the jeans tugged down over her hips the garment slid to her knees.  It was awkward for Jason as he had a bum knee and sore torso, but he managed to work Brandy’s panties down, if only to mid thigh.  But that was enough.  He made it to his knees and positioned him to where he was more comfortable, then he stared taking a long gander at a girl with her pants and panties down.
	Brandy had a nice muffin, a light covering of poon hair, soft supple creamy skin, a very fuckable cunt.  It was most likely Jason’s first tang, he had seen very little girls, infants and naked toddler girls, but not a girl like Brandy’s age.
	Brandy laid out on the ground and worked her jeans and panties on off.  She opened her legs and frigged herself, tweaked her nipples, and looked up to the stunned ten year old Jason.
	She parted her “lips”, opening her legs to give the boy the full viewing of her snatch.  Her pussy was getting “whet”, she reached up to Jason and carefully maneuvered him down into position, grinding his schlong against her poon.
	The two “spies” crept up a little closer, optimum viewing of Jason’s schlong entering Brandy’s pussy.  The Spies were so close they could almost “smell” the sex being produced.  
	Brandy placed her hands on the boy’s firm ass, gripped the cheeks and helped him get into the groove.  Thereafter the “natural instinct” thing took over and he began to FUCK.
	The boy did it fast and slow, at times his little pecker slipped out and he grinded against the girl’s cunt; noting the absence of “blood” the boys deduced she was not a virgin.
	D’UH!
	They humped for quite a bit, when the boy’s prong DID slip out again, Brandy had the boy sit up and hump, then inched him up to titty fuck her.  She sucked on the head of his cock as it popped out between her mounds.  Then she eased the boy back down and had him re-enter her.

	It was apparent that the boy liked it.  A lot.  He came, that was evident, too; he jerked and went thru the motions of orgasmic bliss.  Brandy wriggling beneath him continued to cling to his taut little ass, squeezing his cheeks and bucking into him.  
	After his initial orgasm Jason humped the girl’s gash, his pud was still stiff and squirting some bits of cum.  Brandy diddled her fingers into her swamp box, then sucked on those fingers.  She massaged Jason’s organ and dragged him up her body to whereas she could get to his bone and suck it.
	She swallowed his balls, too.
	But it was her pussy that was still on fire.  She fingered herself into euphoria and then commissioned Jason to re-fuck her.  What she needed was a bigger dick!  But Jason was okay, she got him to grind on her and gyrate about and to pump furiously like it was his last fuck.
	Jason stood leaning against a sapling, watching in awe (still) as Brandy squatted nearby urinating.  She farted, too.  After puddling she stood and smiled at Jason.  Jason smiled back, this had been more (much more) than he had expected.  His cock hadn’t died down, he stroked it and watched the naked teenager as she selected her clothing and began to dress.
	After dressing, save for her bra and top, Brandy helped the boy into his clothes, save for the zipping up.  She gave him a little more pleasure, squeezing his balls and working his cock.  She kissed him, deeply, and then let him suckle on her breasts.  The euphoric feeling of sexual lust resumed, but they were out of time and Jason had to get back before anyone worried.
	The “spies” followed stealthfully behind, keeping into the woods until such a time as it was necessary to come out into the open, so as to keep Brandy and Jason in sight.  They crossed thru the middle of the Park, coming into where there were more peoples about picnicking, outbuildings, and small groups of kiddies at play.
	Brandy wheeled Jason into the Cartersville hospital and was gone.  Chris and Harold continued their walk, observing young little girls tumbling in the park across the street they had just come out off.  Little girls in short skirts and dresses or wide open legged shorts.  The boys looked to one another and hot footed it to the malt shoppe.

Chanced Happenings
	On their second malt apiece who should waltz into the shoppe but Brandy!  She was so cute, so pretty, so horny.  Her demeanor was unlike how she had been earlier--horny.  Her bouncy pony tail, sweet smile, she placed an order and chatted with some girlfriends.  Chris and Harold wished like anything they could score with those girls--Stephanie had the best ass, Donna had the best rack, Julie was laid back and demure--damn cute she was and generally wasn’t seen in jeans or even slacks, she wore dresses practically all the time.
	Then of course Brandy.  ‘If we could just get her alone…’ Chris thought to himself, he’d confront her with what had happened at the end of the Park, blackmail her.
	It was going to be awhile, though, the girl was “chatty” with her friends.  The boys focused on her ass, as well as the ripe firm asses of several of the other girls.  At length Brandy made for the bathroom.  The boys had her pictured sitting on the potty peeing, like she had squatted out in the woods peeing.
	The boys were on their 4rth malted and prepping to order a fifth when the gaggle of giggling tarts made their way out.  The boys waited until the group got to the end of the short block before following slinkingly behind.  Three of the gaggle broke off and made for their prospective homes with promises of “See you tomorrow.”
	The main group continued for the next block where two more departed.  Then there were four girls left, Subject Brandy still in the mix.  The girls entered into a flower shop and spent thirty minutes in there.  Then they went into a photo shop and spent almost the same amount of time.  
	Brandy finally was to herself after another block, she had forgotten something and had to retrace her steps back to the photo store, running smack into Chris and Harold following her.  She did recognize Harold.  He introduced Chris and they chit-chatted a moment, then--
	“Saw you in the Park earlier.” Harold blurted out.
	“Oh?” Brandy said not catching the hint of “Busted” on his lips.
	“Yeah, you and that boy from the hospital.”
	Brandy went a little pale.  She was truly a nifty kind of girl, not really a Plain Jane, she had tits and ass going for her, a pretty face--not outstanding but good enough anyways.
	She gulped for air and needed it.
	“Don’t sweat it, it’s cool.” Chris butted in.
	That got her.  She reared her head back, ‘Huh?’
	Harold leaned in, “You think you could do us what you did with that boy?”
	Brandy swallowed and small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead.  Her mouth hung open.  Her first response was to be pissed off.  She was shocked mostly, though, so she mulled it over.  She didn’t know.
	Harold smiled and took her hand, “Come on, a quickie anyways.”

	Semi reluctantly Brandy accompanied the boys.  Harold’s statement that at least THEY would have more to offer than the young boy enticed her, but there were worries, too.  Harold regaled her with their spying. Brandy was alarmed.  Intrigued, but alarmed.  Chris added the stuff about the trestle, and made up some stuff about other peoples they had seen screwing around in the woods and meadows.  He held back the one about the girl and the dog, goat, horse…
	Brandy was still very reluctant, afraid mostly.  But the boys had the goods on her and her narly shenanigans with Jason could spoil her life.  
	
	They paused for a while to watch the kiddies at play.  Brandy noted both boys with bulges in their jeans after watching some particular children tumbling about exposing themselves.  They moved on.
	“Soooooo, are there any OTHER boys you-you--”
	“…you fuck with out here?” Harold amended for his shy friend.
	Brandy shook her head no, but Chris and Harold didn’t believe her.  She was a pro.  Not a slut, just another horny teen.  Nothing wrong with that!
	It was getting  too late in the afternoon, Brandy had to scuttle their planned encounter and go home so as she could baby sit her little sister.  She didn’t sound all too happy about that and so the boys believed her.  
	“I can meet you tomorrow somewhere, here in the Park?“ she was still nervous and uncertain of the potential dangers the boys possessed but seemed willingly just the same.
	Harold mentioned that he wished they were at the quarry.
	“Quarry?” Brandy quizzed.
	“Yeah, a place where we go swimming, and no one’s around.”	
	Brandy shrugged, it was okay with her.  The boys smiled, she was worth the wait.  (they guessed.)  They accompanied her back thru the Park, pausing again to ogle the naïve children, then back into town.  When they finally departed the boys hung loose and slyly watched her.
	She hooked up with a boy, who Harold knew and deemed the boy to be merely a friend, but not that kind of “friend.”  They parted two blocks later and Brandy maneuvered into a fine 2-story abode half a block later.

                                                 *****

	He sat back on his haunches watching the cum ooze out of his sister’s hole.  He never minded the scratchy/itchy weeds rubbing against his bare ass or tickling his sweaty cum-sweaty balls.  His cock was going crazy, he really wished he would have been able to fuck Brandy, he sort of doubted she would show at the quarry come the morrow.
	Suzie made loud slurping noises as she went down on Harold’s cock.  Chris fingered her pussy and still marveled at her glory hole squeezing out his cum. 
	He boys had come to pick up Suzie from her friends and hustle home before it got too dark.  Chris already anticipated a belting for their tardiness but maybe it wouldn‘t be so bad.
	Suzie naturally held him the works as she had to have a lengthy goodbye with her friend.  Chris noted that something was up between the two, especially with Shelly, Suzie’s friend.  The girl was blushing and giggling and carrying on so.  Harold shook his head sadly, “girls” he mouthed.
	Once Suzie was with them and their were at last trotting off for home, Chris asked, “What was Shelly’s problem?”
	Suzie gushed and wouldn’t say.
	Chris grabbed her and began tickling her until she squirmed and bellowed that she was going to pee.
	“Go ahead!” Harold said, he helped tickle until Suzie forked over the information.
	“She wanted to know if you guys were “hard”, that’s all.”
	Harold and Chris fell by the wayside (road) and were in fits.
	“She noticed?” Chris yapped.
	Suzie nodded, she had noticed, too.
	The boys were horny.  (d’uh!  When were they not!)  after wrestling with Suzie they pinned her with Harold undoing her pants and stripping them off.  Then, with his mouth he went down on her and tugged her panties off!  All the while Suzie thrashed about--she wasn’t pissed off or mad or anything like, but had to put up a good show just the same.
	Harold tongue lashed her dainty little cunt, jamming a finger into her asshole, then gripping her ankles together and raising them up.  Chris looked at her at the new angle, he bit his lip and thunk up several girls he knew, of all ages who he had seen with their legs up like Suzie’s.  
	Suzie clutched at his ball sac and worked him up.  Harold positioned himself between her legs, working his pants and underwear down just enough.  He slid into her delightful cunny and proceeded to fuck her.  Chris got a double blow, his balls into his sister’s mouth with his cock into his friend’s mouth!

	No belting, just a scolding.  The news of the Chaotic World was more pressing, mostly it was the bigger cities and the other nations of the world in uproar, their own nation was on edge and in slight fear of terrorist assault.  The family had dinner, though the five malts the boys had had at the malt shoppe kinda curbed their appetite, the boys ate anyways.  They then dashed about in the semi darkness doing the odd chores that hadn’t been done.
	In the house Suzie crawled onto her father’s lap and occupied it.  He nuzzled his chin into her noggin, clasped his hands about her stomach and cuddled her.  Suzie farted.
	When Chris and Harold slipped back into the house, sort of knowing that something probably was going on.  They were right, natch.  No light on in the kitchen, just the hall light and the dim light from the TV in the living.  But it was enough to reveal; Suzie had her pants and undies being worked down her legs.  Her father beneath her worked his own down as they sat in his comfy extra comfy living room chair.  
	Carl ran his hands up and down his daughter’s legs, patting her stomach area and lifting off her shirt.  Suzie drew up her legs and removed her pants and panties and then was naked.  She was raised up some, her young body went taut as a daddy dong slid into her young body.
	Her legs draped over the arms of the overstuffed chair, her father’s cock easing into her well fucked asshole.  His fingers came to her pussy and frigged her.  
	Harold reached around friend Chris, fondling his friend’s bulge and then undoing his pants.  Chris braced against the threshold of the open kitchen almost oblivious to what Harold was doing.
	He was only vaguely aware of the naughtiness going on when his pants and underwear came to his ankles, Harold’s bone came up between his legs and Harold’s hand locked about his staff.  Chris reached back and caressed his friend’s ass, clutching at his rod and balls; he bent over somewhat, hands to his knees.  Harold ended the foreplay and drove his bone into Chris’ backdoor.
	Suzie turned about, raised up and repositioned herself, taking her father’s cock into her poon.  Carl caressed her ass and guided her in a gliding manner up and down his daddy bone.

	His fingers dwelled on Suzie’s cunt, massaging the well fucked twat, a twat he had yet himself to fuck.  Harold had fucked it, their father had fucked, but he only got off in her mouth or in her ass.  Come to think of it, he hadn’t been in a girl’s pussy at all!  Just her mouth or asshole!
	That annoyed him.  Every time the opportunity came around, his cock was stuck with banging off along the Hershey Highway.  Not that he didn’t approve or like it or didn’t get enjoyment from it, the only pussy fucking he had done had been in his fucking dream!
	And when he DID have some opportunity to fuck a cunt, his cock was “out of the mood” and unable to “perform.”  that sucked, that bit nads!  Chris laid his aching organ against the naked thigh of his sleeping sister who was smooched between Harold and himself.  After her indulgence with her father Chris and Harold came into the dimly lit living room.  Suzie scampered off to the bathroom.
	The boys sat and watched the sordid news, Carl was quiet, masturbating, cum still oozing from his schlong.  Chris and Harold were hard, Chris’ bone ached and ached badly, he could hardly touch it without wincing in dire agony.  It felt like he had to pee real bad or cum real hard.  The most sensitive area was the crown area, but the whole of his shaft was sensitive to the “touch”, too.
	Maybe if he wrapped it in a cold wash rag?  Chris wasn’t too absorbed in the news, it was depressing.  He moved into the bathroom, sister Suzie was sitting on the pot washing her cunny.  Chris washed his own pud, then held a cold wet washcloth about his stout organ.
	Suzie kept vigil on the toilet, her pussy ached, too.
	At length Chris turned and faced her, he waggled his cock before her, stroking himself some.  Suzie looked to his dick, sort of admiring it.  Chris thought of her friend, Shelly.  Would Shelly freak if he whipped he showed her his “bulge.”  Would Shelly freak out and tell her pop?  He assumed she was virginal, she didn’t have any brothers, did she finger herself, use vegetables, anything?
	So entranced was he that he didn’t realize Suzie sucking him, not until the pivotal moment of ejaculation.  He needed to cum, too.  He had been backed up for a while and the need was great.  
	Suzie’s mouth slid over his aching bone expertly, he imagined Brandy sucking him, Ms. Pepper, any (or all) of the Cheerleader-Five, that horse girl, Suzie’s friend Shelly.
	He soon was creaming into Suzie’s mouth, she sputtered and spat out most of the odd tasting goo.  Chris rubbed his cum shooter onto her sweet face, fucking her nose and ears.  Slowly his cock died down, it still ached terribly.  Suzie farted.

	In the living room Chris was privy to see friend Harold taking cock into his ass.  Harold faced out into the room, settling down on the daddy dong.  Chris’ dad had his hands on the boy’s hips and guiding him up and down until the dong was firmly implanted into the poop chute.
	Chris groaned and watched as they fucked.
	Methodically he pressed his thumb into the meat of his sister’s cunt.  His cock languished against her thigh, desperately he wanted to fuck her.  So bad.  His cock didn’t even surge, it languished in agony.  ‘No more!  Please, no more!’
	She slept soundly on, unknowingly of his thumbing her.  The day was dawning, a new day.  After chores he and Harold were hoofing it to meet Brandy.  Maybe today he get into some pussy, if she showed.  He sort of felt that she might flake out on them, too.  She could, it would be easy, it was their word against hers about what happened in the Park; but, the rumors would spread, there could be an unwanted investigation.  That wouldn’t be good.
	They had her.  She would have to bow to their wills.
	Brandy rolled over, farted, and snuggled into Harold’s backside.  

                                               ******

	As always, there were chores to be done before anything else.  The kids threw themselves into those chores and afterwards the boys slinked off to meet Brandy at the quarry.  Both sorta doubted she would actually show, though and they would be surprised if she did.
	Arriving at the quarry they were correct, Brandy wasn’t there.  That was okay, their cocks were still kinda sore from all the previous “activity.”  They shucked their clothes and made good use of the watery quarry just the same.
	An hour later they sat on a rocky outcropping, masturbating and peeing into the green murky water, Harold nudged Chris’ shoulder.  Chris looked into the indicated direction and saw a form moving slowly coming into the light of day.
	Brandy.
	She showed!
	The boys hooted and waved to her.  She had her chance to book and run.  She didn’t.  She ambled up to the quarry site and gave it the once over.  She wasn’t overly pleased with the murky green water, and it was too “open”, too.
	The boys scrambled down, not bashful about their nakedness, smiling, dongs straight out, balls surging.  Brandy tried to avoid looking at the boys’ schlongs, “Long ways out here.” she quipped.
	“That way no one can bother us.” Harold chirped.
	“You actually SWIM in that?”
	“Yep.”
	Brandy gave a disapproving nod, there was no way she was swimming nude in green water.
	“I know another place.” Chris offered.  It was smaller, a creek fed it, it was in the woods, and a good mile hike.  Brandy checked her watch, looked around, glanced at the boys’ boners, then shrugged.
	“I can’t be out too long.”
	The boys shrugged, “Okay.” they smiled and Brandy accompanied the nude well tanned lads to the new site.

	Along the way the trio yapped about their school, teachers, the uppity Cheerleader-Five, friends, and the Fate of the World.  Chris and Harold continued ah natural (naked).  Chris chose a path where there were places one needed to climb over logs or go up a hill a ways.  Chris and Harold exchanged “places” off on and on; Brandy often in the middle as they traversed these arduous areas, thus giving one or the other a nice “view” of Brandy’s ass as she bent and struggled over the various obstacles.
	Finally they arrived at the creek-pond.  It was serene.  Not a lot of sun for sunning, huge towering pines and cedars encompassed the area, the air heavenly scented, wildflowers, wild roses, wildlife all about.  There was evidence that it was a known site, two rock campfires and some trash were present.
	But only the three teens were present, no one (human) else.
	Chris stepped into the pool, it was cold.  Damn cold.  But it DID feel good as they had been hoofing it for quite a ways.  It wasn’t too deep, about 7 or 8 feet.  Not too wide, either, about 12 feet in circumference.  A creek actually run thru it, beavers had dammed both the “entrance” and “exit”, but the beavers were long gone, leaving on the remnants of their handiwork.
	Brandy seemed hesitate, looked around and was apprehensive.  Harold sneaked up behind Chris and gave him a “shove” sending him sprawling into the chilly waters.
	Chris freaked out and splashed haphazardly about.  The water was COLD, but once in you got used to rather quickly.  It was just the initial shock.  Chris blurted a few harsh expletives that shocked even Brandy.
	Harold paid them no mind and went running in, leaping up and tucking his legs, “Here I come!” he yelled and barrel jumped into the center of the woodsy pond.
	The boys splashed about, splashing one another, Harold spit water at his friend, saying, “I’m spitting at the World!” he giggled.
	“This is the World spitting back!” Chris replied and shot a gusher of water back to his friend.  Brandy languished on the small “shore” looking around and mulling over what she should do.
	“You gonna come in or what?”
	Brandy nodded that she was, but not right away.
	“Turn around.” she said.
	“What?” said a startled Harold.
	“Turn around.” she replied, and made the twirling thing with her fingers indicating that the boys should “turn around.”  
	The boys rolled their eyes, ‘Sheesh, we’ve already seen her naked!’  they shook their heads and turned about.  Harold sucked in his breath and slipped beneath the surface.  Chris blew his breath out so as he would sink better.  The pond water was clear, but not that clear, the boys easily slipped out of sight, and due to the lack of sunlight (due to those towering trees encircling the pond site) Brandy couldn’t detect where the boys were.
	She sighed, closed her eyes and began undressing.
	Chris came up by the reeds at the edge of the pond, he did his best to keep from gulping for the much needed air he needed.  He had no idea where Harold was.  He could see Brandy pulling off her top, he loved watching a girl undress, especially a girl who actually HAD something to see!
	Brandy looked into the pond, she knew the boys were hiding and probably watching her.  She turned her back to the pond and undone her bra, dropped it with her shirt, kicked off her shoes and socks and then paused.  
	Chris saw her hesitation, ‘Come on, damn it, get ‘em off!’
	Maybe she heard his anxious thoughts, Brandy unfastened the button to her rustic jeans and slid them down.  The back view was okay, damn okay.  She wore turquoise underwear.  Nice.	Chris licked his lips, something bumped against him and he shrieked.
	It wasn’t Harold.  Harold jumped, too.  He was just a few feet away, though.
	“What the fuck!?” Harold blurted.
	Brandy had been startled, too, she whirled about, one hand holding her jeans up while the other covered partially her nude chest.
	“S-something brushed against me.” Chris embarrassingly remarked.
	“Oh man, it’s just a fish or frog or something.”
	Oops.
	Brandy raised an eyebrow, “There’s FISH in there?”
	“Well, d’uh, it’s a POND aint it, a creek right there!”
	Brandy wrinkled her nose and bit her lip thoughtfully.
	“Dude, just come on in, it ain’t no big deal!” Harold insisted.
	Brandy made a face at being addressed as “Dude.”  She DID though kick off her jeans, then in a fluid motion slipped her panties down.  She stood and kicked the garment off her ankles.
	“You’re sure no one comes up here?”
	Kinda late to be asking that…

	Quickly the hesitant girl backed up to the nearest tree, sighted in on the pond, then ran bolting to launch off the very edge of the pond into the very middle of it, folding her legs up and barrel jumping.
	She had long limbs and did a great launch.  The boys treading water flanking her were impressed.  She created quite a wave of cascading waters nearly drowning the two onlookers.  
	This segued into frolicking.  Lots and lots of frolicking.  Which was actually nothing more than simple splashing one another and barrel jumping into the pond to see who could cast the biggest wave/splash.
	They also (the boys anyways) snuck up underwater and “goosed” one another, especially Brandy.  She was a good sport about it and laughed, splish splashing the boys and “goosing” them, as well.
	At length Harold moved to just sit on the bank of the pond, taking a breather.  His cock was raging hard.  He stroked it and Brandy watched.  When their eyes met she looked elsewhere.
	“I’d like to see Daphne or Hanna here!” spurted Harold.
	Brandy made a face, “I’d like to see them here, too, so I can drown them!” she had no love for the Cheerleader-Five, they were uppity, snooty, prissy, and a pain in the ass to deal with.  
	“Well, you can drown ‘em afterwards!” giggled Harold.  He sat with legs out seriously whacking his organ.  Brandy treaded water and then moved to where she get feel the bottom.  She had thoughts, bad to evil thoughts in regards to the C-5, she kept them to herself and turned her attention to watch Harold masturbate.
	Chris soon eased out of the water, he moved to the trees and with his back turned to the others he began to pee.  Brandy could see the stream of his urine splashing onto the pine tree.  More thoughts invaded her young mind.	
	“Dude, whatcha doin’?  I did it in the pond!”
	Oops again.
	Brandy raised eyebrows and reared her so-so pretty head back.  
	“You did what?” she blurted.
	“Don’t you pee in the shower or bath!?” Harold chided back.
	Brandy didn’t answer but slowly eased out of the fouled pond.
	She moved to one side, opposite of where Chris had whizzed.  Here she squatted and began to do her own whizzing.  Chris and Harold watched, closely.  Harold scrambling on his hands and knees, bending down to watch her.  She sat with her back to them, but looked over her shoulder and saw she had an audience.
	Brandy assumed the “doggie-style” position--although she didn’t know that was what it was OR for.  She spread her legs and the boys had a wondrous view of her ass and pussy.  She still peed and the sight was incredible.
	Harold leaned in and kissed the flesh of her ass.  Brandy did nothing but clench up some.  She worried a bit, too.  Many thoughts dark and disturbing swam about her mind.  Chris applied tongue to her glory hole, Brandy kind of was startled at that and didn’t know how to react.
	Harold ran his hands up and down her body, his stance brought his cock to rub against her, she looked to him and virtually emptied her mind of everything, just stared at the cock.  She gulped, bit her lip and watched as the boy neared closer to her mouth.
	Chris continued working on her rim, his fingers dwelled in tantalizing her furry poon until his cock couldn’t take it anymore.  He licked on her taint for a moment and then moved up to introduce her virgin poop chute to hole hungry schlong.
	Harold dragged his schlong up to the girl’s mouth, pressing the bulbous head against her face before her lips kissed it.  She diddled her tongue to the piss slit and then engulfed the head.  Harold’s eyes fluttered, he tossed his head back and looked up to the tall swaying pines.  “Oh yeah!” he murmured.
	Brandy brought the slick hot member into her mouth, clutching his ass and balls with her hands while behind her, the other boy slipped the head of his dick into her pussy.
	But the angle was wrong and Brandy moved about too much and Chris couldn’t keep his pecker in her.  But not for the lack of trying.  There was some joy in the “almost” penetrations.  Her asshole was the tightest, the recent dip in the pond help squeeze that entrance tight.  Chris concentrated on that, every once in awhile trying for vaginal penetration.
	Harold had cum.  A great gusher wad of spunk.  It filled Brandy’s mouth, she spat out most of the spew, swallowed some, and the rest was anointed onto her face.

	“Ever been busted masturbating or anything?” Harold asked of Brandy as they made their way along thru the forest.  Brandy held off saying so for a few steps, then she nodded that she had.
	“You’re mom?” Chris asked.
	Brandy shook her head, ’Nope.’
	“Damn, you mean you’re dad caught you?  Whoa!  How old were you--”
	“He’s not my dad, my parents are divorced and my dad’s on the west coast.”
	“Bummer.” Chris said.
	“So your step-dad caught you!?” continued Harold.
	“What happened?”
	“He caught me at it, that’s all.”
	“Did you get into trouble?”
	Brandy didn’t reply for a while.
	“He beat me.” she said at last.
	“What!?” said a shocked Chris.
	She held her tongue for a moment, tossed her head and sighed deeply.  She was still nude, walking nakedly as her companions after their sex fest at the pond.
	“Yeah, he freaked out and--”
	“Did he use a belt or something?” quizzed Harold.  Chris noted his friend getting an erection again, talk of being caught masturbating and then the subsequent ass beating enticed him.
	“He used his hand.”
	“Were you naked?” continued Harold.
	Chris was getting pissed, ‘Enough with the fucking questions, dude!’
	“Yeah, he threw me over onto my stomach and wailed on me.” she said and offered nothing more.
	“Did your mom find out?” Chris asked out of concern.
	Again, silence for a while from Brandy.  They came to where they could see a car moving along the two lane road.  They stayed inside the forest for a while longer, Harold pissing wily nilly where he liked, Harold slipping back into his clothes.  Brandy followed.  Harold did so reluctantly.
	The boys escorted Brandy to the edge of town, by then it was getting late and both parties had to hustle it home.
	“What about tomorrow?” Chris asked.
	Brandy shook her head, “Nope, cant, other stuff to do.”
	“Bummer.”
	“I’ve got some stuff to do at my house, have to clean out the garage and that’ll take all day.”
	Chris and Harold looked to one another, they had the same thought.
	“Want some help?” they said in unison.
	Brandy smiled, she was shocked.  She knew, too, that the only reason the boys so willingly offered their services was so as they could be nasty with her again.  She thought it over a moment, stared at the ground, mulled--mulled--mulled.  Then she nodded, “Sure, why the fuck not!” she smiled.
	Chris and Harold cracked up, Brandy was one who didn’t overly cuss, especially not the Big Words.  The boys knew where she lived and they parted.

I Came  I Saw  I Came Some More
	Stacks and stacks of old magazines.  Boxes of old household wiring, odds and ends of household electrical conduit and fuse boxes.  Rusted nails and garden tools.  Old faded and torn pictures.  Old time clocks.  Old books that were torn, shredded, soiled by garage varmints, debris left over from house construction and a playhouse in the backyard.  Several bags of garbage itself all that needed to be hauled to the big trash dumpster in the alley.
	There, too, was some “straightening” up of things in the garage, Brandy’s mom was a hottie, very trim, BIG tits, thunder thighs.  Well, trim in the eyes of the beholder.  She was slender, had a great butt, but serious thunder thighs and 38 C hooters.  
	She spoke well and was actually an educator, she taught English and Foreign Language Studies at the local high school.  (Brandy couldn’t wait to get into HER class.)  NOT!
	There was sweeping to do, windows to wash, a work bench to fix and keep from wobbling.  All chores the new daddy of the house was supposed to do, but he worked too much and was currently out of town.  And Brandy needed the extra “allowance” the chore doing would bring so as she could buy a pitcher’s mitt.   She was a bit of a tomboy and pitched for her local junior high baseball team.
	The boys were working for free.
	Well, not actually, “free.”  heeheehee
	There was no hanky-panky while working, the boys did a good job and Brandy’s hottie mother came out with offerings of fresh lemonade and cookies.  She was--a little stern appearing, she was polite and smiled and seemed to be an okay mother, but the feeling from Brandy about her mother was not overly presenting as such.  
	Chris had scolded his pal on their way to Brandy’s house, “Don’t ask so many fucking questions; damn, dude.” 
	“You aint gonna found out anything if’in you don’t fucking ask!” bitched back Harold.
	“Yeah, but you gotta have more fucking tact that just openly coming out and saying “Did you get caught fingering yourself” and stuff like that, man!”
	Harold shrugged it off.  To him it was no biggie, but other people.
	“I sure would have liked to seen her getting spanked.” Harold commented.
	“Yeah, that coulda been cool.”
	“I wonder if her old man got a boner when he did it!?”
	Chris rolled his eyes.  No tact, no tact at all.

	After shuttling boxes and boxes of crap to the dumpster, Brandy’s hottie mother was heard to tell her daughter Brandy that she was off to visit a friend.  The hint was taken that the boys Chris & Harold should be careful on their way home.  That incurred the hint that the boys should scoot and not be in the same locale as Brandy.
	The boys took the hint, but there was a subtle smile and a wink between the two parties.  The boys went down the alley and disappeared.  They waited a while, then saw the car of Brandy’s mom leave.  Happily they scampered back to the house.
	They tapped on the backdoor and it opened.
	But Brandy wasn’t there, it was a little girl about 6 years young.
	“Hello.” she said.  She was pretty.  Long straight blond hair, pink plastic ribbons in her hair, gold rimmed glasses, just as sweet and precious as could be.
	“Uhm, where’s your sister, Brandy?”
	And speak of the devil she appeared.
	Brandy wasn’t too pleased with her little sister, Karen.  She was admonished for opening the door when she wasn’t sure who was on the other side. 
	“You never know, it could be a pervert!” she made offhandedly but not so as Karen could hear.
	“Who?  US!?” chided Harold.
	The boys entered into the house, Karen was scooted back to the playroom where she had been all the afternoon, out of sight.  Brandy spent a few minutes with her, talking to her about the boys--and the boys NOT being there while their mother was gone.
	Karen was a smart kid for being merely six.  She was damn cute, too.  And she was not entirely Brandy’s sister, just a step, her step-father’s kid.  Brandy didn’t have much of a repore with the little tyke, at times she was completely ignored and Brandy cared more for kids she babysat for than little Karen.
	The boys sat in the kitchen chugging lemonade, farting, and having lurid thoughts about the step-sibling.
	“Man, if you could, would you?” Harold asked of Chris.
	Chris knew what he meant without him having to actually spill it.  He shrugged his answer, he sort of figured Harold had no morals and probably would if he could.  Chris?  Chris didn’t know, he might.  Nothing too serious, maybe rub against her bare butt, hump her slit, maybe try to get off in her mouth or something, but no anal or vaginal penetrations.  (not until she was at least nine or ten or so!)
	“I could lick her pussy.” commented Harold.
	“Yeah, you pussy and asshole!” added Chris.
	“Bet she looks good in naked.”
	“Heck, I’d go for just seeing her in her underwear, seeing take a bath or going to the bathroom.”
	Slowly the boys rubbed themselves, all thoughts of the naughty kind were aimed to the little girl.  “I’d like to have her on my face when she pees!” said Chris.
	“I’d like to have her on my face when she farts!” giggled Harold.
	Brandy came into the kitchen, she knew the boys were up to something.  She knew what, too.  She shook her head, ’Boys.’
	They made their way up to her room to listen to some of her music, she was diverse and liked several types.  She had a fish tank in her room as well as a gerbil.  Every so often Chris looked at the girl’s bed, imagining her laying across it naked being spanked by her step-father.  He wondered if he the man DID get wood.
	Brandy noted the boys with boners.  She didn’t say anything.
	Nervously she kept checking out her bedroom window to make sure her mom didn’t return unexpectedly (as she was sometimes prone to do.)  Harold asked for the bathroom, he closed the door when he went in, Chris figured he was dumping.  Chris wished he had the courage enough to put a move on Brandy, get a quickie or something. 	 	
	  But the interest was mostly in the music collection she had.  He stood close to her and a couple of times when she reached for something her hand brushed against his bulge.  Did he dare grab her hand and make her fondle him?  
	He didn’t think that too wise to do.
	Harold finally returned.
	“Everything come out all right?” chided Chris.  Brandy looked at him, ‘How crude!’ he knew he shouldn’t have said it, it just blurted out, now he looked like a dork before her.
	Harold smiled.
	The phone rang out in the hall.  Brandy went after it.  Harold stepped up to Chris, pulled out of his pants pocket a pair of panties.  Inside his pants he had another pair, under his shirt close to his skin was yet another.
	One pair was obviously little Karen’s, underoos type panties and very small.  There was a skid mark and a pee stain.  Chris felt his cock virtually exploding.  Another pair was deemed to probably be Brandy’s, the boys weren’t panty experts, but were learning.
	Quickly they stuffed the undy garments into their pockets, Chris managing to snag Karen’s pair.  Brandy came in explaining that a couple of her girlfriends were coming over.
	“Oh.” said Chris, he tried to look as disappointed as possible.
	There then was a doorbell ring.  Brandy’s eyes widened.
	“That was quick!” piped Harold.  Brandy looked out the window and shook her head, “No, it’s a couple of OTHER girlfriends of mine.”
	“We’ll go out the backdoor.” Chris said.
	“Thanks.” said Brandy.  
	She ambled out the door, the boys followed.  
	“Dude, whattya doing?” bitched Harold.
	“What?  She’s got girlfriend company, we’re outta here!”
	“Fuck that!” grinned Harold.  At the bottom of the stairs Brandy made left to answer the front door, she looked over her shoulder to see Chris & Harold going right thru the kitchen to the backdoor.
	At the door were three of Brandy’s close friends, Krissy, Stacie, and Dawn.  The girls hugged and chirped and headed for Brandy’s room.  Lots of girl chatter.  They were soon joined by Mary Anne, Dawn, Mallory and Cheri.  These girls all made up a special club the girls were in, a babysitter’s club.  Instead of one girl it was the whole herd, combining their resources and taking into account who was available and so on and so forth.
	They all became fast friends.  They all were 13 with Dawn almost 14, Krissy, too.  Malloy and Cheri were the youngest at merely 12 and Cheri was the token African American.  Claudia was of Chinese heritage.  Stacie was Irish with matching flaming red hair.
	For an hour the girls yapped and babbled, had sodas and chips and listened to ten different types of music.  One of them (unknown who) farted.  Mallory made “farting” sounds with her hands.  Dawn had brought a swimsuit she had gotten and wanted to model it for the girls.  The girls were cool with that, she was young model material as it was, great hair, great form in body, perfect for a young teen magazine.
	She didn’t go into the bathroom to change, she stripped naked right there in the bedroom.  (no one heard the groans from the closet…)
	“Oh shit, you are soooooooooo hot!” commented Stacie.
	The bathing suit was a two piece yellow striped garment, it snug nicely to her trim body, supple palm sized breasts, fantastically tight ass, great tits, wonderful smile, etc.
	Brandy was talked into putting on HER swim suit, it wasn’t as grand nor was her body in comparison to Dawn.  But she stripped naked and slipped on the medium blue garment with starfish.  It, too, was a two-piece and snuggly fit to her luscious lovely young body.
	The music was too loud to hear the muffled groans from the closet…

	Though the other girls hadn’t brought their swimsuits, they had the next best thing.  PANTIES!  The girls w/o swimwear stripped down to their panties and pranced about willy-nilly.  Brandy still peeking out the window to check for a clear coast.  She also had to check on her little sister downstairs playing by herself in the playroom.
	While she was gone, Mallory and Cheri had to leave.  They dressed and left with Claudia and Stacie.  Krissy remained, stripping her panties off and prancing about nakedly dancing to the grunge music playing on Brandy’s stereo.
	The remaining girls danced around naked.
	It was almost too much to bear.
	But then there was more.
	Krissy dressed and left.
	Mary Anne turned the annoying grunge music down and then off.
	Dawn flopped onto Brandy’s bed.  Mary Anne flopped down beside her, on her stomach though.  Her hand came to rest on Dawn’s stomach.  OH!  Dawn laid with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, her arms up over head, her hands playing with Brandy’s teddy bears.  Mary Anne cinched up closer to Dawn and moved her hand down.  Dawn had a nice poon.  It was blond, a nice covering, very nice.  Mary Anne ran her fingers up and down Dawn’s pussy, twiddling her fingers into the pubes, then delving lightly into the crevice of pleasure.
	Dawn opened her legs.
	Mary Anne leaned even closer, placing her mouth onto Dawn’s right breast and sucking on it!  Dawn bite her lip and opened her legs more, she clung to Brandy’s bed and fidgeted goodly while being fingered out.  Soon Mary Anne moved down to begin sucking on Dawn’s cunt.  She sat on the floor placing her face right between Dawn’s twitching legs.  Dawn wrapped her legs about Mary Anne’s head locking her into position.
	Mary Anne didn’t seem to mind, she munched the girlfriend’s pussy as well as fingered her own.
	Suddenly, Brandy returned.
	“Holy shit, you guys!” she bitched.
	“Relax, everyone left!” said Dawn.
	“I know, but crap, it coulda been like my mom or something!”
	Mary Anne sat back, eyeing Brandy (clothed) and Dawn’s cunt, glistening.  Brandy shook her head and pulled off her top.  Mary Anne returned to her dutiful work, Dawn squirmed and began entering into an orgasmic fit.
	Brandy stripped down to nothing, “We don’t have a lot of time, Karen will be up here soon to take a bath and my mom will be back soon, too.”  she then flopped onto the bed sittingly.
	She caressed Dawn’s chest, squeezing the nipples.  Dawn began to get frantic, making sounds unintelligible.  Mary Anne had quiet the talented tongue!  She held Dawn’s legs, pulling the girl’s pussy open more and driving the young girl into a sheer frenzy.
	It was then Brandy eased up and settled onto Dawn’s face.
	Dawn,  Model material, she had an assortment of good clothes, great personality, fantastically young body and well built for merely being thirteen.  (almost fourteen, though).  Her hair was very stylish and full bodied.  Brandy sat on it, massaging the girl’s breasts and wriggling her own pussy onto the model material face.
	She was heard to murmur something as she thrashed about madly, “Of God I’m going to cum!”  She breathed heavily into Brandy’s pussy, Mary Anne continued working the pussy until the girl thrashed and frantically freaked out as she succumbed to orgasmic bliss.
	Dawn bucked into Mary Anne’s face, Mary Anne licked and lapped, feverishly friggin’ her own cunt.  Dawn finally turned over, burying her fingers into her pussy.  Brandy now straddled her head.  She took the opportunity to spank Dawn’s ass.  Mary Anne parted the cheeks and applied her tongue here, too.

	Brandy finally loosened up (a tad) and laid out on her bed width wise, legs open, pussy  pointed to her closet door.  Dawn settled on her face and went down on her, Mary Anne continued to nosh on Dawn’s ass, licking her hole, spanking her--every now and then Dawn moved up some and Mary Anne sat on Brandy’s face for a licking.
	This went on for several minutes until the sound of a door slam scurried the girls into quickly dressing.  Brandy’s mom was home.  Brandy was in a panic.  The front door was heard and the girls were only partially dressed.
	“Brandy!” called out Brandy’s mom.  
	“Up here mom!” Brandy shouted back.  She slipped on her pants and fastened them, didn’t bother with shoes and shuttled out to greet her mother.  Dawn and Mary Anne finished dressing knowing friend Brandy would give them a few extra minutes.  They giggled and blushed as they had the time, they then left and still didn’t hear the moan(s) from the cloest…

	He fluttered his eyes and strove hard to wake up.  His head hurt, his legs were cramped, ’what time was it?’  A little disorientation there was, he was hungry, his balls really ached, and WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE!
	Then it came to him.
	Oh shit.
	‘Oh shit!  We are in SOOOOOOO much trouble.’ he gulped and shock his companion almost to the snoring point beside him.  It was dark, but there was a light, in Brandy’s room.  They could see the girl waltzing about, NAKED!  Little Karen was there, too.  SHE was naked also!  It wasn’t too dark, but it would be by the time the boys finally got home.
	They peered cautiously thru the slats of the closet, Brandy sat on her bed and had little naked Karen between her legs.  They hugged, Brandy dropped her hands down to Karen’s ass and squeezed.  This was good.
	How pissed would Brandy be is she knew Chris and Harold were slinking in her closet?  Brandy kissed the forehead of her little sis, caressed her young bottom and then held her hand, walking her out of the room.
	“Dude,” whispered Chris, “we are in SOOOOOOO much fucking trouble!”  it was almost seven o’clock.  It was a good hour if not more to walk the distance from Brandy’s house to the Mitchell ranch house.
	Harold kind of shrugged it off, ’Big deal.’
	Brandy returned to her room, turned on some music, jazz, and opened the closet door.