August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 10
Fuckology 101

Strange But True
	Not far from the Conners was another All American Quintessential family.  The Bundys.  Mother/father, teenage dimwit blond slut/whore daughter, teenage butt ugly son, and a family dog--whose name shall remain nameless to protect him.  They lived next door to the Darcis who were strange in their own right, too.
	It was the Darcis that Forrest was drawn to.  His Narly Senses were in overload after the Conner family GangBang.  After Daddy Danny had humped the fuck out of daughter Becky, the two were nearly caught as the mother/wife came out with a load of laundry to hang out on the line NEXT TO THE GARAGE to air dry.  A quick scurry to dress and act normal ensured, Becky slinking out the back door and to the side of the garage and when her daddy had the mother distracted, she zipped across to the shelter of the family station wagon and to the front yard, then back into the house.
	Amber kept the info to herself (to use later.)  She went one more round with the overly stimulated DJ, having him poke her asshole.  She was a very kinky girl.
	That was to say so for Darlene, too.  She was upstairs in her bathroom, dying her hair.  Neighbor Molly entered in, seeking friendship.  Becky had let her in, as she was Darlene’s age and school mate, she was directed up the stairs.
	“What are you doing?” Molly asked.
	“Interpretive Dance.” Darlene remarked smart aleckly.
	Molly shrugged it off, she “appeared” sweet, but was not overly so.  She was “street wise” and a wise cracker herself.  She looked sweet, but wore denims that were a popular trend--the ones with holes and patches and such.
	She sat on the toilet (lid down) talking small talk.  Inquiring as to “why” Darlene was dying her hair jet black, “to piss my mom off.” was the reply.  Molly was cool with that.  She had always figured that maybe if her mom hadn’t of died on her she would have turned out differently.  
	But she did and Molly was “different.”
	In the middle processes of dying her hair, Darlene got an itch.
	An “itch” in a very special place.
	She did her “dance” of trying to satiate the itch by moving her legs and ass, clenching her cheeks, etc.  but the itch remained.
	“Doing that Interruptive Dance again?” laughed Molly.
	“No, I got an itch.” and her hands were “busy” elsewhere.
	“Want me to “scratch” it?”
	“Would you?”
	“Sure.” Molly said almost too eagerly.  “Where?”
	“My ass, the crack and taint.”
	“Taint?” Molly had never heard the term “taint” before.
	“Yeah, that spot between your pussy and asshole.  Taint pussy, taint asshole, it’s taint!”
	Molly giggled and blushed some, then applied her fingers gingerly to Darlene’s ass crack and then “taint.”
	Darlene moved around some.  Molly knew that light fingering wasn’t cutting it.  She dug in.  it was a running itch and Molly proceeded to scratch all over Darlene’s ass, especially between her legs.
	“Oh man!” cried out Darlene, the itch was impossible and required sterner measures.
	“Take my pants down!”
	Molly hesitated a nano second, then undone the so-so tight fitting jeans and lowered them to her knees.  White panties with pastel roses.  Again Molly began an earnest job of satisfying an itch.  Darlene still continued to move about trying to help.
	“Get right between--” she said desperately--indicating her crotch area.
	Molly’s fingers did and surreptitiously began fingering Darlene’s pussy.
	“You have a nice ass.” Molly said.  The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.
	“Thanks.” Darlene said.  She couldn’t think of nothing else.
	Darlene then began rubbing herself against Molly’s fingers.
	“Why don’t you take my panties down, too?”
	Molly paused half a moment and then eased the cotton undies down.  Her hands glided over the soft supple ass skin, parting the cheek and checking the “hole”.  Going to her knees and with Darlene leaning further into the bathroom sink, Molly eyed easily the girl’s furry cunt.
	On her own, Molly leaned forward, eyes closed, and pressed her glossy lips to the skin.  Darlene did nothing but bit her lip and try to open her ass cheeks by thought.  What a time to have her hands full! (of dye product)
	Molly parted the cheeks herself and began a bout of tonguing Darlene’s hole.  It was a clean hole and hadn’t experienced a butt blast in several hours.  Molly toiled on the hole and crack before lightly teasing the pussy.
	Darlene finally went thru the final process of “pissing off her mother”, wrapped her new doo in a towel and turned about.  She closed the bathroom door and slipped her jeans and panties off, then her shirt and bra.  Molly did likewise.
	Molly was slightly embarrassed.  She was a pretty girl, though.  Long slightly style brown hair, lovely blue eyes, semi-shapely body.  She was smaller in size than Darlene.  She had trimmed her pussy hair to just a small patch concealing the “mound.”  it did little to conceal the fact that she was not a virgin.
	Darlene stepped up to her, hugged her in a loving manner and then--
	They kissed.
	Molly was receptive.
	Their hands groped one another’s ass, squeezing the cheeks before they both went to their knees.  On their knees Molly leaned in and partook of suckling on Darlene’s breasts.  Darlene ran her hands thru Molly’s hair and endured.  
	Slowly the two pleased one another, more kissing and suckling before Darlene guided Molly to lay out on the floor.  Molly opened her legs and stared up to the sickly lime green chipping ceiling. Darlene went down on the girl’s cunt and tongued her--in her mind was the scene she had recently witnessed involving her father and sister.
	Molly tensed up as a talented tongue sent shivers thru her.  She opened her legs wider and then there was a knock on the door.
	“Darlene, you still in there?  What are you doing?” asked a nosey cum stained Becky.
	Darlene sat up, Molly was in a panic.
	Darlene smiled and brought her hands to her mouth, and blew a narly raspberry.  “Leave me alone, I got the shits!” and blew another raspberry.
	Becky fled!
	Molly burst out laughing.  The two resumed their lovemaking, entering into a 69er moments later.
	The Bundys.
	The daddy of the family was a department store manager.  His wife was a spendthrifter.  She sort of kept house, mostly spent the money her overworked hubby made.  Kellie Bundy--a nice girl, tall, blond, airhead.  She was boy crazy.  Not so much into boys, but what they had between their legs and in their wallets.  She had a body, a damn nice body.  She also knew how to use it for pleasure as well as defense.
	Bud Bundy was--unhealthy to look at.  Not pleasing to the eye.  He was, though, smart.  Damn smart.  He was short, but a good dresser, strangely well built and not scraggly as most thought.  He had one other remarkable thing about him that no one knew of--not even his sister…
	…until a pity date came to light.
	It was sister Kelly who got her dear brother the Pity Date.  Bud had been instrumental in helping his dimwit sister pass some exams at her school; in most cases Kelly skated thru her school work due to most of her teachers being male.  Flaunting her body, smiling, clenching her lovely little ass, light flirting got her a long way with the male faculty.
	Didn’t get her no where with the women teachers, though.
	So Bud to the rescue.
	And thereafter, Kelly to the rescue!
	And thereafter--the Pity Date rumors spread.
	Kelly picked up on them.  She went to the source and the Source was in shock, “Kelly, why didn’t you tell me?”
	“Tell you what?”
	“Your brother, why didn’t you tell me he was hung!?”
	Kelly was awed.  Her brother--hung?
	She had seen her brother naked, but that had been some years ago.  He didn’t have much of a willy.  But he had hit that growth spurt--had his willy grown sizable, too?
	According to Pity Date Shawndra, it had.

	“Where’s mom?” Kelly asked.
	Bud looked up to his lovely sister, “Where else--”
	“Shopping!” they said in unison.
	Bud returned his eyes to his homework.  His room was his domain.  Kelly remained standing fairly close to him, though.
	“What’s up?” he said semi annoyed.
	Kelly chewed her lip--how could she brooch the subject:
	“Say, brother dear; is it true that you’ve got a cock a horse would be proud of?”
	Her brother continued to stare at her.
	Kelly smiled, she gulped and backed up to the bed.  Bud knew that something was on her mind.  Mostly air.  He put his pencil down and turned to face her.
	“What?” he asked.
	Kelly clasped her fingers together.
	“Well, I-I-I heard about--”
	“About?”
	“Your date.”
	“Oh.” Bud replied somewhat dejected.  With all the noise the pity Date girl had made he didn’t think it had turned out so well.  He wasn’t even sure if he had “fucked” her or not, or had been up her ass instead of pussy.  It had been dark, too--so he didn’t get to see her nakedness.
	“Yeah--she--she--she told me some things.”
	Bud nodded his head.  “Yeah-yeah, I know--I know.” he said sadly.
	Kelly remained on the bed, she seemed fidgety, something was up.
	“Soooo, so what?” Bud asked.  “She’s gonna kill me or something?”
	“Are you kidding?  She wants to do it again!”
	Bud nodded his head and let out his breath.
	Then, “What!?”  Again!?

	Carefully Kellie conveyed to his munchkin brother that the Pity Date HAD turned out all right, in his favor!  Bud was confused.  Kelly was still trying to finger out how to say what she wanted to say--er, ask.
	Bud sensed there was more.  He was elated that there was the distinct possibility that he could laid again!  “If you got something on your mind, Kel, say it.”
	Kellie sighed, she was generally one to easily spill her mind, for some reason she found hesitation.
	“Well, Shawndra kinda told me something--about you.”
	Bud hung his head, here it comes--the disparaging remarks about his body.  He DID work out as much as he could, he couldn’t help it that he wasn’t so physically fit.
	“She said that--that you--she said that you--were hung.”
	Bud looked to her.  What had she said?
	Kellie pursed her lips.  She had said it, now what.
	“She said you--you would put a horse to shame.”
	Bud heard the words but couldn’t fathom them.
	“The last time I saw what you had a five year old had more!”
	Bud scoffed his sister’s scoffing. They were always cutting one another with jabs to their physiology.  ‘sides, how’d she know what a five year old had??
	Kelly tossed her head and changed her tune a little,
	“Anyways, I think Shawndra was lying.”
	Bud was caught off guard.  “Whattya mean, Kel?”
	“I think she was putting me on about--about what, about how BIG you are.” then, “She must have been grabbing onto a tree trunk or something!”
	Bud was miffed.  “Do so!”
	“Prove it!”
	Surprisingly, despite Kelly being promiscuous with other boys, avid masturbator, utilizing various “devices” and vegetables, and wholly lustful, she had never been naughty with Bud.  For Bud, he was an avid masturbator himself.  He was a bed humper, too.  And strangely, though from time to time he DID look upon his sister sexually, it was mainly in comparison to other girls he’d most like to fuck.
	“Go on, prove it!” insisted Kelly.
	So he did.

	Seven-eight-NINE inches!
	Kelly’s eyes hung on the horse-like cock before her.  It wasn’t even HARD!  There was no breath in her.  Her brother’s dick was a cock!  And a LOT of cock.
	“HOLY SHIT!” she finally exclaimed.
	Bud began to tuck the mammoth schlong back inside his underwear when Kelly reached for it.  Bud was stunned and didn’t know what to do.  What was she going to DO to it?  Jerk it off?  (er, the literal sense.)
	Kelly DID jerk it off, the other sense.  She tugged on the lengthy member, pulling dopey brother Bud closer to her.  She then “lovingly” caressed the mighty wonder, eyeing it with heavy lust and then running her hand up and down, cupping the even healthier set of hairy nads dangling below the enormous schlong!
	She then began to suck.
	Bud’s asshole tightened.  Was this a Good thing--or a Bad thing?
	Inasmuch as it was amazing enough to see Kelly swallow nearly every inch of her brother’s nine inch cock, so did her incredible cunt!  It was like watching a snake swallow its prey--inch by mighty inch.  That went for her mouth, too!
	Bud was beside him.
	A mighty load of cum squirted into her mouth, down her gullet and beyond.  She felt his balls tightening and cinching up as he drenched her.  Not a drop was spilled from her mouth.  She worked his organ until Bud had to pull it out.
	Kelly wasn’t thru, she titty fucked herself with the gargantuan cock, Bud merely stood and Kelly angled easily the cock and did the titty job until her quaking quim demanded attention.
	Fucking his sister was a strange notion indeed.  He DID have to admit that he DID harbor thoughts about her.  Her ass was incredible, he had seen her in a bathing suit, he had seen her in her panties.  But actually fucking her?  He wanted to ball her girlfriends, but Kelly?
	Then SINsation of scrogging Kelly’s pussy was beyond belief.
	Regardless of Kelly’s promiscuity (since age 12) her cunny was still pleasing--very pleasing.  Bud entered in, fluttered his eyes (if not whole body) and did the brotherly deed to completion.
	Kelly gripped his ass cheeks and fucked back.
	A great gusher load of spunk flowed from her canyon.
	Bud fluttered again, Kelly lay drenched in sweat and awe.  Her pussy quaked, her asshole puckered.  Her mind was blitzed.  Bud eased his Curse out and marveled at what had happened.  It WAS a good thing.  He smacked his prong against Kelly’s quim, dragging the bulbous end against her cum spewing cunt.  Kelly was near lifeless.  Bud had her.  With his Curse she was his!

	Not every day, but almost every OTHER day, the two stole time together for a righteous scrogging.  Inasmuch as Kelly took her brother enormous cock into her gullet and cunt; she, too, expertly accepted the mammoth prong into her asshole.  
	It was on of their scrogging sessions that another chanced to spy on the two siblings.  Next door neighbor Marci.  Marci Darci.  A flat chested gal in her mid 30s.  She was pretty, trim, neat, perky, and worked at the local bank.  For a long time, since he had started banking there, Seth wanted to scrog the woman himself.
	She had breasts, small child-like breasts.  But that was okay with Seth and Forrest--very okay.
	Anyways, Marci Darci--???  Marci Darci  (it could be worse…) had had an eyeful of Bud getting it with sister Kelly.  Marci herself, though, was not a pristine pillar herself.  But then again, she didn’t cast stones  about (she didn’t put down people who were “frisky”.)  After spying on the sibling unionship one afternoon, Marci fled home and to her room.  She was married, he was a hunk and a good fuck.  But that was it.  He was lazy and viewed women as sex objects.  (so what’s the problem so far?)  
	He didn’t have a job, just good looks.
	In her room Marci stripped off her clothes and brought Mr. Macho.
	Mr. Macho was 8 inches long, vibrated and had a set of lovely hairless balls.  It also had a suction cup attachment.  In the tiled bathroom Marci placed the item on the floor, then squatted onto it.
	Forrest and Seth were sure they were missing a show with Bud and Kelly next door, but this was okay, too.  Very okay.  She was insatiable.  Even after her mind was blanked to Null Mode so as the two unseen Spies in her midst could have a go at her, Marci Darci was still horny.  Forrest and Seth balled the young woman near senseless.
	But she craved more.
	The two unseen Spies took a breather, the woman left the room naked, cum dribbling out every orifice in her bod.  The Narly Senses kicked in and Forrest had to go see what was up.
	He was not overly prepared for “what was up.”
	Downstairs in a back room off from the kitchen Marci Darci was on all fours.  Humping her was Buck Bundy, the Bundy’s family Sheep-like dog.  
	Forrest and Seth stared.  Seth shook his head.  He had heard of such things--but never thought he’d see it.  “That’s some pussy you can keep.” he told his friend.
	Buck the dog bucked into Marci the Unsatiable.  Marci howled and thrashed about, Buck humped, wagged his tail, and did his business.  When the sheepdog was done and done and was sitting back trying to lick his balls, Marci loved on the dog--hugging him and doing baby talk, then working his doggie organ and sucking it!
                                                    *****

Bonerville and other Amazing Cumstains
	Boys will be boys--and girls, too!  Having a deep secret that was potentially devastating was incredible to hold.  It was deemed something of a trump card; to hold until the appropriate time.  So it was with Amber, DJ Conner’s little friend (girl).  
	She became quite the little spy.  Already knowing about Becky and her father going at it; on another visit by the Unseen Duo it was observed that a friend of Darlene’s was getting it with Molly, the neighbor.
	David was a so-so boyfriend of Darlene, they shared some common interests--other than sex.  Darlene and David enjoyed gothic stuff, dramatic readings, poems; they concocted drawings and story lines and hoped to sell them to publishers.
	Darlene wanted to have sex with David--and he her.  But she wasn’t ready.  David was.  David was shy fellow and came from a broken home.  He lived with his mother, not by choice.  She was a basket case and flipped out on him now and then, so he spent a lot of time at the Conner house.
	How David and Molly hooked up wasn’t clear, but they were on Molly’s bed.  No one else was home.  David on top of Molly fucking her brains out.  Molly was fully into it, clawing at him, humping madly back, but not 100 percent into the deed, not lovingly or sexually.  She held her face firm and was only in the sex swing for the fuck of it.
	Little Amber was in DJ’s room, watching.  
	Conveniently after dinner, and it was time for both David and Amber to go home, Amber asked David to walk her home.  David was fourteen and good enough to carry himself home alone after dark.  Amber was merely 12, like scrawny DJ, but she could easily pass for ten.  
	David was obliging and agreed to escort the girl home.

	Half way home and Amber confronted David with what she knew.
	David was a little fearful.
	“W-what are you going to do?” there was no use denying it, she gave absolute details about him screwing Molly.  Darlene would be highly pissed and wouldn’t want him to come over any more.  He needed to be elsewhere most of the time and the Conner’s house was the best place.
	Molly guided David into the park, to the centralized building that housed the bathrooms and storage.  No door to the bathrooms and the storage room was easily jimmied.  Amber knew how.  Once inside a dim light bulb came to life.  There were no windows and a few rags at the door sill bottom kept light from escaping. 
	Amber turned and leaned against some boxes.  She was red haired, sweet and mischievous.  At twelve she barely had much to offer.  She pulled off her yellow shirt.  She was instantly bare chested as she had no need of a bra.  David was instantly hard.
	Amber giggled and smiled, she hooked her thumbs into her pants’ belt loops.  It was David’s turn.  The boy blushed some and pulled off his shirt.  Amber kicked off her shoes.  David kicked off his shoes.
	Amber farted.
	David giggled and loosened up.  Amber then undone her jeans and slid them down.  David was all attentive.  The girl worked her jeans down and then off.  She stood up in pale yellow panties.  David could scarcely breathe.  He liked.  He liked a lot.
	Amber scooted up onto a sturdy box, opening her legs and pulled the crotch of her undies to one side, exposing her young red haired cunny.  David gouged his bone and stared.  Amber fingered herself and David finally began stripping down to nude status.
	He firstly enjoyed the girl’s pre-teen pussy, licking it.  He tugged the panties off with his teeth, then returned for several minutes of cunnilingus.  He probed her asshole, too; it was a receivable.  David’s bone was already dripping bits of jiz.  He finally completed his cunt munching task and stepped up--for a moment he thought about the deed--screwing a girl two years younger than he--was that wrong?
	It was only a fleeting thought and he eased his fourteen year old cock into the twelve year old cunt.  He had no regrets.  Amber latched onto him and went for the ride.

Cumstains:  the Second Cumming
	She was horny but she could bide her time.  But not too long would she wait.  Despite her young age (10) she understood the concept of Timing is Everything.  She would wait--but not too long.
	Keeping tabs on all those the Unseen Duo had so far spied on was a tiring task.  But it was not without merit or merriment.  It gave great insight to the otherwise neighbors who appeared to be pillars of the community.
	The day did finally come, Elvin, husband of Saundra, came by the Phuxtable house too early.  No one was home save Rudy.  Little Rudy had come home too early herself.  Much to her joy to find Elvin sitting in his car.  She let him in and they went to the kitchen for some refreshments.
	Little Rudy had other ideas intended.
	It was so noted that Elvin seemed to note Rudy’s little bee-hind, too.
	His mind was not probed, though, of late--the doings of Mind things, keeping himself (Forrest) and companion Seth, “invisible to sight” was taxing and had begun to take its toil.
	Rudy didn’t know how much time there was before family members began coming in, so she took Elvin by the hand and led him to the basement door.
	“What’s this?” Elvin asked.  He was distinguished, short, kinky dark hair, and smart enough for college/university level med school, but had a change of direction mid way thru and chose another path.
	“It’s a door!” chirped Rudy.
	“I know that it is a door,” Elvin bitched to her,
	“We’re going down into the basement.” stated Rudy matter-of-factly.  She had a demanding way about her and Elvin was accommodating.
	Once in the basement--Elvin was even more confused.  He asked Rudy what was going on, what was their purpose of being in the basement.
	“I want to show you something.” stated the little girl.
	“Okay.” Elvin said.
	And Rudy produced a 4x4 instant picture of Elvin scrogging on Denise.
	Elvin lost composure--and nearly his will to live.
	“I have others.” Rudy proclaimed.
	Elvin was at a loss for words.
	“Oh shit!” he exclaimed.  Elvin was in it deep.
	“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them safe.”
	That didn’t help.
	“Y-you--” Elvin stammered.
	“Don’t worry,” Rudy included, “you’re secret is safe with me.” then, “provided--”
	“Pro-provided?” inquired Elvin.
	“Yeah,” said Rudy, “that what you were doing to Denise,” she tapped the photo, “you do to me!”
	Elvin’s legs were about to go.  He blinked his eyes and stared at Rudy.  Rudy nodded, smiled, and waited.
	Elvin was in some kind of pickle.
	There was a desire there, but a Morality Issue, too.
	And his wife.
	And his wife’s family.
	The Law…
	All were very sound arguments against succumbing to the Desire.
	“Ah-all right.” he said.

	Balling young blackmailer Rudy was alright.  Elvin DID enjoy sinking his black pole into her chocolate poon.  He admired her nude body, drinking her in, licking his lips and sporting a serious boner.  He gouged said boner against her mound and eased just the head in.  There was a brief moment of hysteria raging thru him, the morality thing, being caught in the act, and so on.
	But the sensation gripped his pud and draw him in.
	He fucked the young girl and fucked her well.
	He held her ass and plowed her deeply and fully.
	Rudy held onto him and enjoyed.
	Easily the boy was “put to sleep” after he had fucked his fill for several enduring minutes, drenching the young blackmailer with his love cream and then some.  His energy plateau plummeted and very easily he succumbed to sleep.
	Rudy followed nextly allowing easily the two Unseen Spies to have a go at her, too.

                                                     *****

The Finger of Fickle Fate
	Adam.  Remember Adam?  Adam Warner--he’s lovely naughty sister Mallory and her best naughty friend Allison?  It had been a week or so since last they had been “checked” on, so it was time for a return check-up to see how they were progressing.
	Spying is everything!
	Young Mallory was on TOP of her brother, his cock buried to the hilt in her delicate pussy; his hands clamped tenaciously on her buttocks.  Both were butt naked and they were fucking!
	Adam had a more of a determined aire about him, the desire to scrog.
	Mallory was just in it for the doinking.
	Both had minor qualms about having sex together, but there was no denying it so they gave into their illicit desires and scrogged.  They enjoyed it so, too.  Humping and grinding, twisting and all the manner to keep the orgasmic bliss blissful and intact.
	The two Unseen Spies in their midst caressed the girl’s ass and watched his saucey cock slam into his sister’s cunt.  Forrest eased a finger into the girl’s asshole and deeply desired Mallory’s friend, Allison.  She wasn’t available so a double-penetration would have to do.
	Neither Warner child was “aware”.  Mallory had a slight indication that her asshole was being fulfilled, it was a new sin-sation, being double donged.  She endured, wasn’t so sure if she liked it, though.
	For Adam, it was all about wanting to score with “others.”
	His sister’s friends.  His mother’s friends.  The daughters of his mother’s friends.  Girls at his school, virtually every one of them from every class, including the lower classes!  Girls at his sister’s school, too!
	And then there was Bonna Tymes and Hanna Boles.
	Bonna (rhymes with Donna) was his co-worker.
	Hanna was his prudish girlfriend.
	Though he thoroughly enjoyed screwing his sister, Allison, and etc., balling his co-worker and girlfriend were at the top of his list.  Then every little girl he knew at church came nextly!
	Forrest decided (naturally) to help the boy out.  Naturally!

I Fuck, Therefore I Am!
	Catching Bonna alone was a neat trick.  She was a busy gal.  She had a “full card” and very little time to herself.  To describe her again; she was tall, slim built, LONG brown hair styled in a so-so feather pattern popular in the Disco era, she had a nice ass--that was for sure; it was not firm and tight but loose and kinda flabby.  But not flabby in a bad way--in an enticing way.
	She normally wore pant suits and had a nice smile.  She had a nice air about her, as well.  She was charming, sweet, spoke well, and Adam was sure he had heard her “fart” on the elevator.
	He wanted to ball her badly; all three holes!
	He wanted to see his cum dripping out of her pussy, asshole, and mouth.  He wanted to see his cream coating her face and tits.  He wanted to SPANK her ass red, then fuck it (again.)
	He wanted her in his basement to be his fuck slave.
	The same went for his girlfriend.
	Bonna was 22, four years older than Adam.  Bonna had a life, a different life, outside of their shared workplace, the electronics factory.  She had adult friends and did her own thing.  Adam was an intern and not yet into the crux of the co-worker social life.
	The two worked on the same floor and in the same section, Bonna’s “cubicle” was one aisle over.  Adam had a partial view of her via some unique positioning of cubicle walls, holes, and mirrors.  Everyday was a stressful day; as every day he went home to hump his bed, sister’s panties, or his sister.  Inasmuch as he enjoyed doing so, watching his goo ooze out of Mallory’s cunt, he wanted to smear said goo onto Bonna.
	One day it was Friday.  Casual Friday.  And as it happened, the power went out.  That was a double whammy already as many workers had that particular Friday “off.”  After a few hours and the power had not yet returned, many of the workers remaining got to go home.
	And as it happened, the remaining workers included Adam and Bonna.  For safety and security reasons and “just fucking because” their supervisor had them stay until Close of Business in case the power DID come back on they were to cool shut down the computers and check the faxes and other equipment.
	They were the only two in their section.
	A storm was brewing causing havoc; it also caused premature natural darkness.  And with there being no power, the office complex section was basically--dark.  Emergency lights were at the Exits and corridor crossways.
	Adam and Bonna stood at the great windows looking ten stories down to the basically empty parking lot.  Four hours to CoB.  At least they were getting paid for it.  But still, Friday nite?
	There was not a chance, not one, for Adam to have any kind of a relationship other than friendly co-worker with Bonna Tymes.  So a little Unseen intervention was needed.
	Slowly, before Adam’s dark eyes, Bonna T pulled off her flowery silk top.  The boy gulped for air.  Was this happening?  He didn’t care.  And in a few moments he was “adjusted” to accept all that would happen.  His mind was “altered” not to question or worry--just to accept and deal with it.
	Bonna was mindless in her actions, oblivious to what she was doing.
	Her top she removed and cast off to the carpeted floor.
	She then kicked off her purple pumps and slid down her mauve knit slacks.  She stood and was almost brought back to her senses by the great flickering “lights” of the lightning storm.  She “turned” about and strolled a ways from the window to complete her undressing.
	Adam followed, peeling out of his clothing as well.
	The teenage girls from his church he had shagged (with Forrest’s help) had been one thing--but they were not like Bonna.  But then again, Bonna was not like them.  Though he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he liked the teenage girls, and girls as young as his sister.
	Anyways, Bonna got down to just her panties.  Skimpy French undies, yellow with flowers.  Very-very nice.  A well trimmed “bush”, full luscious twin 36Bs.  Adam was in love.
	He was already naked, bits of cum dripping from his piss slit.
	There was bare enough ambient light to provide Adam with the joy of admiring Bonna’s nudity.  Slowly she peeled her panties down and more bits of cum came forthwith!
	Onto a desk in a cubicle of a co-co-worker.  Legs open wide and Adam’s face between.  She was a bit musty, but he didn’t care.  Long looks he gave the poon, the wondrous adult poon.  She was 22, but adult enough.  Carefully he applied his tongue, his fingers working the “lips” and diligently finger probing her perky little anus.
	The “foreplay” lasted only momentarily, Adam could stand it and his emotions were beginning to run with him; Forrest feared losing control of the horny teen so he guided him to what he wanted to do.
	He nearly came before seating his teen cock into the woman’s cunt!
	Bonna gripped the boy, her first fuck had been when she was nigh but fifteen, with an 18 yr old!  She preferred older men, no teens, no boys.  She took dick up the ass, but not often.  She gave head, too--but like in the ass, not often.  She gave hand jobs more infrequently than blowjobs!  
	After a nice few minute fuck, Adam shot a massive wad of teen spunk into his co-worker.  He loved on her lovely breasts and drove his tongue into her mouth.  She was from the upper Midwest, long tall frame, laid back, and very smart.
	Adam loved her.  He wanted her, not just sexually speaking (although that was most of his reasoning) but to be his girlfriend.  Virtually his sex slave.
	After filling the young woman’s cunt and standing back against the cubicle wall, fondling himself, Bonna turned about and leaned onto the desk, presenting her flabby ass.  She pulled her cheeks open and Adam went to his knees.  His cock was not quite ready for plunging into the abyss.  His tongue was, though.  He licked and toiled in the funk hole, shoving his fingers inward and prepping the rim for the ultimate thrill ride.

	Cum did indeed ooze out of the girl’s three holes, she was coated in jizum and while Adam cooled off curled on the floor in a sex-afterward daze, the two Unseen took a turn and balled the woman senseless.
	Thereafter, on Adam’s volition, they Xeroxed their bare asses on several machines throughout their section area; they ran amok butt bare assed naked, pissing in plant pots, taking pictures of their privates on the Xerox machines and fucking in their boss’/supervisor’s office!
	They dared risk being “caught” by slinking out to the main shared hall with the other sections and Doggie Style fucking there.  Then 69ing in the open non-functioning elevator.
	Thereafter--they calmed down and rested.
	The lights flickered to life ten minutes later, it was ten to four, Close of Business had arrived.

                                                 *****

	Ms. Kroople’s class was nice; typical self made posters on the walls, good papers posted on a bulletin board, class projects in the rear of the class, and 24 students, more than half were boys, but that was okay.  Ms. K was in her late 30s and had been teaching since mid 20s.  She loved kids, she would love to have a Life after the kids, but be that as it may.
	A storm still raged, it had done so for two days.
	Two of the ten girls in the class were of particular interest to a virtually unseen Spy, but the others weren’t so bad, either.  Already the Unseen had easily waltzed into a girl’s lavatory and watched girls on the toilet.  He hadn’t done anything, but merely watched them.
	He had no interest in boys.  (minor interest…)
	But the girls.
	Amber, Brittany, Claire, Daphne, Emily, Fran, Gina, Haley.
	Mallory and Allison were there, too.
	He DID love his sister and DID have qualms (issues) about screwing her, her and Allison.  But they were “willing”.  they were too young to get impregnated.  (he hoped!)  they were cute and frisky.  They loved sucking on his cock, playing with his balls, taking a bath with him, watching him pee--pee on them.  He was cool.  They were cool.  
	Amber, Brittany, Claire…
	Only Haley and Emily wore dresses.
	Daphne wore a short skirt-pant wrap.
	The rest were in jeans.
	Was it fantasy? Or something more?  Less?  
	No one noticed him.  Why he couldn’t fathom.  When he began to dote on it, the notion left him and he was to accept what was happening as it was.  So he did.
	The ten girls were scattered among the rows of 14 boys.  The class was relatively small, but it was designed that way for the “smaller class” regime.  More “rows” could be added as if necessary, but currently there were only 4 rows, six students per row.
	Out of the first row, closest to the one door, Amber and Claire stood up.  Pure joy--in watching the young girls of eight ease their jeans down.  Amber wore typical white undies while Claire had on a blue pair.  Very nice.  Nice young bodies not quite ripened yet.
	There was a brief query, more of a fantasy notion for Forrest--to allow the “boys”, the fourteen boys of the class “share” in the delightful spectacle.
	‘Another time, perhaps.’ thought the lead Unseen Spy.  He had been utilizing his “abilities” a bit hard of late and didn’t want to over do it.
	But he kept it in mind--it would be a kick, though; to watch young people sexually engaging.  There were all manners in which to profess the kinky ordeal.  All kinds.
 	Just to see the wee lasses in their undies was enough.  Virtually so.
	One by the one the remaining girls, including Mallory and Allison, stood in their panties beside their desks.  There was a scant twenty minutes before the bell rang before end of school day.  Adam had come to pick his sister up so as she wouldn’t have to walk home in the rain.
	Each girl was fondled and caressed by each of the Unseen Spies.  The girls’ panties were pushed down and they were minutely examined.  No scrogging, there wasn’t any time for that.  And other than Mallory and Allison, there were no other de-virginzed girls.

	She was cute.  Kinda flighty.  Happy-too-damn-happy.  Kinky brown hair, a kinky face, chippy-chirppy, perky and Adam Warner’s love interest.  (One of a few…)
	She was cute.  Nice bod, a good set of breasts, trim-slim body, cheerleader type but not interested, wore good clothes, tight jeans, flowing dresses.  She was popular with others, boys and girls alike.  She was smart and well liked by her teachers.
	She was NOT a virgin.  She wasn’t a slut, either.  She just wasn’t cutting so-so boyfriend Adam any nookie.  She DID fear getting pregnant and/or some lame disease.  She, too, was not really ready to have sex (on a regular basis--as that was what she thought Adam would want once they would begin fucking around.)  She herself had gotten laid when she was nigh but fifteen.  Then “every so often” with as many as three different teen lovers.  Currently, it had been as long as six months since her last fuck.
	Currently, too, Hanna and Adam were “together” at Hanna’s house.
	No parental units about.  Adam was well liked by Hanna’s parents, he was “trustworthy” and they applauded him for his taking care of his little sister and having a good job.  Hanna and Adam were “study buddies” and not overly regarded as “boyfriend/girlfriend.”
	Hanna was in a pair of short jean shorts, real short with big wide open legs.  A nice typical top, she smelled good, was a lovely-lovely creature to look up, gaze, and lust for.  She had a terrific ass, great crotch, and a dazzling smile.  Looking upon her made one forget all others.
	They sat in the kitchen at the kitchen table perusing college choices.
	There was a conversation flowing between them; Adam, though, was more interested in hoping for a screw.  At the very least see her naked, sitting on the toilet peeing, taking a shower, masturbating on her bed, sucking his dick…
	Unseen Spy Forrest was always happy to oblige.
	To Adam’s surprise (if not delight) Hanna stood up.  Adam was once more subdued into ditching any questions or other annoying thoughts.  Just to “accept” and let it be.
	Hanna dropped off her top and bra.  Adam eased his trousers down and flopped out his cock through his boxers.  Slowly Hanna slid down her short jeans shorts and stood in lovely-simply-fucking lovely striped yellow and white bikini panties.  A nice full muffin could be seen.  Adam moaned, his cock groaned.  Hanna stepped out of her jeans and moved to the hallway then down to her room.
	Adam followed, shucking his clothes as he went.
	At her room door, Hanna lowered her panties; she remained bent over, opening her leg stance.  Adam stepped up and firstly introduced his prick to her asshole, then placed it between her legs to rub on her cunt.  He then went to his knees and licked the asshole, fingered it, then loved on the girl’s pussy.
	In her room Hanna came to her hands and knees, Adam came up behind her and eased into her pussy.  He was most elated with the penetration.  As far as “fucks” go, Hanna was a “good fuck.”  a DAMN good fuck.  After emptying his load into once, he sat back and watch his cum ooze out of body, loved on her asshole again, spanked her ass, thought of Bonna and then his sister and Allison 69ing and he was hard enough again to go another round.
	On her back with her legs pulled/held back near to her shoulders for the next round; Adam deep-deep into her cunny and fucking up a serious fever.  It was a slight struggle to get his rocks off the second time.  Even more so the third round.
	Her asshole and mouth he hadn’t gone into; but a revitalization was needed (if not required).  A shower was the ticket to help there.  Thereafter, Hanna’s mother came home.
	No worries, she peeled out of her clothes in the kitchen and joined them in Hanna’s bed(room)!

                                                  ****

	A return visit to see how things were progressing at the Bundy’s was nextly.  And things were progressing nicely.  If not strangely.  In the days that had passed since it was discovered Marci Darci had a thing for dog bones--Bud and Kelly Bundy were involved--with Marci.  Marci had observed Bud and Kelly hooked up, Bud had observed Marci “hooked” up with Buck (the Sheepdog.)  
	So, the three got together, and after smoking some righteous cannabis, Bud easily coerced Kelly and Marci to 69 one another.  To kiss, fuck, spank, pee, spank, cunt pound-fuck, sodomize one another with various vegetables and dildos and lastly--go down on Buck the dog.
	And Bud filmed the deeds.  Video taped.  He did so for the soul purpose of “selling” said video to a shady character he knew who would pay top dollar for the 1-hour narly; the money was divvied up and plans made for to make another.
	It gave Spies Forrest & Seth grand ideas.