August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 18
And then…?

Unholy Believable!
	She didn’t appear to be no more than 13, possibly 12ish, maybe almost 14.  Small glasses, good clothes, soft brown hair, a serious girl who was a book reader.  She was of average size, in tune with many girls in her age bracket--12-14 and of small stature.
	She had breasts, LARGE apple sized breasts, but not grandiose.
	Her face was--sublime, as stated--serious.
	Her soft brown hair in a single bouncy full bodied pony tail.  
	She wore an open zippered sweat shirt with a nondescript tee-shirt top and jeans.  Out just beyond the quaint Americana homes she wandered, in the company of a very young boy--about 8ish he was.  The two held hands and seemed to be happy-go-lucky, and moving further away from the homes to an area of tall grasses and large boulders.
	Before disappearing out of sight behind the boulders the girl did look back behind her as well as all about her.  Then she seemed to relax more, take her breath and look upon the young boy in a ‘different’ light.  She smiled and knelt before him, holding his hands and seemingly marveling at him.  Her hands traveled up and down his arms.
	The boy was sheepish, a charming little fart.  Sandy brown hair, a typical happy Americana kid of eight years, stripped shirt, boyish charm.  He was smiling and seemingly ogling the girl’s breasts.
	The girl, “Jessica” made a fluidic motion and her sweat shirt was off.
	Another fluidic motion had her simple top off.
	She went to her knees (to be more comfortable) and tugged easily the little boy’s shirt off.  The little boy, “James” stared consistently at Jessica.  Jessica roamed her hands over the boy’s nude chest--HER eyes were aimed at his lower area.
	Slowly she undone the clasp to her bra and let free her breasts.
	James nearly melted.
	He smiled big and grinned bigger.
	The two topless ones hugged one another, the young boy’s face buried into the girl’s chest, between her naked breasts.  The girl’s hands went to the boy’s ass, squeezing his cheeks and rubbing--eventually simply tugging the brown corduroys down--along with his underwear!
	Jessica closed her eyes and reveled in her doings.  She hugged the boy earnestly and squeezed the bare ass cheeks of her young lover, fingers delving into his crack.  The boy, James, simply hugged Jessica back, rubbing his face between her breasts before beginning to suckle on one.
	Jessica leaned back and ogled the boy’s dangling wares.
	She began to fondle the boy, squeezing and cupping his naked hairless testicle sac, then tugging on his Shortie.  After a moment of this she stood and looked about before undoing her own jeans and tugging them down--with James’ help.

	Jessica laid out in the tall grass, nestling against the boulder.  She was nude.  James, her young (young) lover, continued to ogle her, but now he was “hard.”  A brief quivering smile was etched on Jessica’s face, a huge grin was on James’.
	The boy was soon guided into position, his young Stiffie grinding on her fur burger, her hands clenched tenaciously onto his ultra smooth lily white ass.  Jessica bit her lip hard, eyes shut tight bucking into her lover.  Soon she was guiding his penis into her pussy.  Having such a short Shortie, there was no fear of being “breached” or getting knocked up.
	Regardless of the short comings--(sorry)--Jessica seemed to be getting off on the deal.  Young lover James was as well.  He was happy.  He grinded furiously and several times his little dinky slipped out.  He pushed it back “in” and humped madly until he slipped back out.

	In a narrow but tall 2-story home of white with red trim shenanigans abounded there, too.  It seemed later in the day than what was perceived earlier with Jessica and James.  After a few minutes of fooling around, and Jessica apparently “cumming” to her orgasm, she allowed James to suckle on both her breasts.  She then drew him up between her breasts and sucked him.  Balls and all.
	When done the two dressed, James peed.  They then scampered back to the house with green trim and disappeared within.
The house with Red Trim.
	Dirty shenanigans were already in progress when Mandy “spied” on them.  A nude man moved quickly down a well lit hall.  Outside evening had lapsed into darkness and it was nightfall.  The nude man had a raging boner.  He had long styled blond hair and a couple days’ growth of beard.  He was just under 6 foot tall and well built, but a bit of a pudge--could use some exercise and/or diet.
	He dashed into a room.  A bedroom.  A girl’s bedroom, a young girl about 12 was on a bed, the covers down to the foot of the bed; her nightshirt was already pulled up and her panties pulled down to mid thigh by another nude man.
	“Everything	alright?” asked the second nude man.
	“No problems!” quipped the first.
	The second man nodded his head, he had THICK raven black hair, kinda styled strangely (like a popular used to be teen idol icon).  He was a bit taller than the first man, had a raging-raging boner and serious lust was with them both.
	Joey, the first man, eased onto the bed.  He inched up to the drug induced unconscious pre-teen, placing his hard phallic against her sweet innocent face.  The second man, Jessie, smiled and gleamed.  He moved the girl’s panties on down, slowly.  There was just enough light provided by the nightstand table lamp to provide the right ambience for the insane shenanigans.  
	Donna’s panties were moved to her ankles and her ankles were hook and legs raised.  Jessie peered down to her nakedness, gleaming more and more, stroking himself and lusting heavier.
	Joey rubbed his pulsing monster schlong against the sleeping girl’s mouth, forcing it INTO her mouth.  He worked her head back and forth along his schlong on his own.
	Nothing was said from Jessie, he merely smiled and fingered the girl’s cunny, fingering her pert unfucked asshole, too.  He pulled her panties off, examined the crotch of them and sniffed.  He then wrapped the garment about his cock and jacked it.
	Soon, Jessie, too, moved onto the bed.  He spread wide the girl’s legs, Joey had pulled out and helped hold one of the legs of Donna apart as Jessie positioned himself.
	He didn’t penetrate, but not for the lack of wanting.
	He humped the slit.  She was a virgin, but how long would that last?
	Cum squirted from Jessie’s enthused cock moments later.  He smeared the goo all over the girl’s barely there hairy pussy.  Her asshole, too.  His fingers delved easier into her cunt and Joey was back to pumping off into her mouth.
	Joey checked his wrist watch, the only thing that he WAS wearing, 
	“Hey, wanna go check the others?  They should be pretty far under by now!?”  the cad!
	Jessie smiled, he recovered sufficiently enough and left the naked girl and scooted out the door following his naked friend.
	Into another bedroom where there were TWO girls here.
	One was about 8 or therebouts, the other no more than four.
	Surely the two naked cads wouldn’t…
	Wrong!

	Mandy couldn’t watch.  (she watched a little, but didn’t understand HOW she was watching.)  None of what she had seen made sense.  She closed her eyes when the two men pulled the covers down of the eight year old, and subsequently pulled the panties down, too.
	The men were cads, pure cads.  It was learned that the two nude men were the girls’ uncles!  One was, the other was actually just a real close personal family friend.
	Cum spewed forth onto the sleeping-unconscious child; from her biological uncle his cum soiled her face while the close-family-friend spilled HIS goo onto the child’s virgin cunny.
	Both men smeared their spunk where they had spilled it, coating the skin for several minutes.  Both men soon got “hard” again.  Uncle Joey opened the girl’s legs, bringing her right foot to his genitals and humping her foot.  Her biological uncle went down on her, licking her pussy--despite the cum matter from Joey’s dick.
	“I cant fucking stand it!” cried out Uncle Jessie.  He was in some kind of agony.  He crawled up onto the bed.  Joey grinned and held the little girls legs back--while Jessie rubbed the head of his cock into the child’s cunny.
	Mandy couldn’t bare to watch.  It was horrible.  There was so much disdain about the horrendous ordeal.  She closed her eyes but still the image of the Uncle penetrating the little girl filled her mind.
	Kristy.  Kristy and Clorece.  Kristy, Clorece, Stacie; Lonnie and Hank.
	The names of the other kids she couldn’t recall.  Were they real?  Was any of this shit real?  Was she tripping (on acid) or was this shit actually happening?  It couldn’t be real.  It just couldn’t.  could it?
	The little eight year old in the bed, Stephanie, lay still.  Her young pussy had been breeched, twice--once by both men.  After the two cads had had their “fun” they rested--if only for a moment.  The child was “cleaned” up--and then rolled over.  Her dainty white ass was caressed, squeezed, and her “hole” explored.
	Joey managed to get his Stiffy stiff again, somewhat.  Jessie’s cock remained “soft.”  The men left the still sleeping (unconsciously drugged) child and moved to the other bed; the four year old slept here.
	Mandy shook her head.  This shit couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t!
	If it were--why?  Er, if it wasn’t real--why the fuck was she dreaming the shit up?  This was insane!  Sure she had some narly sexual thoughts, but not to the degree that plagued her!  No matter how hard she shut her eyes or tried to think of a song, a lecture from a teacher (or her parents) the images of her entire ordeal maintained a vile grip on her mind.

	The four year old, Michelle, was stripped naked and doused with man cum.  Her legs were pulled open and the two men fingered and licked her cunny to their ultimate pleasure.  When they were “hard” and ready to cum, they squirted on her--cumming on her face, chest, and spilling gobs of goo onto her very virginal cunny.
	More goo was splashed onto her equally virginal anus.
	Uncle Jessie tried somewhat to “poke” her anus, Uncle Joey tried vaginal penetration, but mainly both men merely “humped” their fill.  Joey placed part of his penis into the child’s mouth, working her head back and forth.  Jessie had returned to the still slumbering unconscious Stephanie and did likewise.
	When they had had their fill, the two returned to the oldest girl, Donna.  Joey took his turn at penetrating the girl’s virgin cunny, Jessie reamed her asshole and for half an hour the two fucked, spanked, came, peed, and did the young girl to their hellish pleasuring.
	
	Mandy left the house.  She was sickened.  There was a part of her, though; that was not.  She didn’t care for the outlandish sexual deviancy done unto children, that was out.  But--but--
	??But??
	She couldn’t bring herself to say it, to admit it.
	But?
	But it wasn’t all THAT bad.
	She surmised it was the “act” itself, not to “whom” it was being done unto that intrigued her.  She despised the rape and sodomy of the young girls, especially they being unconscious and unknowing.
	Had they been actually awake would be different.  If the girls had been “willing” to participate in the hellish sexual deviancy--fine.  Mandy didn’t care.  She would frown on the deeds done, but so be it, if the willing parties wanted to do such things--let ‘em!
	A large blue 4-wheel pickup she came to.  It was no longer “night” but early morning.  Mandy couldn’t account for the passage of time.  When in the house with the two naughty uncles it had been night, around ten or so.  Now it was suddenly nine-ish!
	Anyways, two peoples were in the truck.  A man and a little girl of nine or so.  Mandy paused and noted the two laughing, giggling.  All seemed normal and right.  Looking around, Mandy noted the truck was the only vehicle around!  Maybe all was not right after all?
	Back inside the pickup:
	It seemed as though the little girl farted.  She leaned towards her dad and seemed to “grunt” to push out the pesky bubble from her asshole.  She wore simple light purple knit slacks and a matching top.  Long straight blond hair, very slender body, a long narrow face.  
	Her daddy was not so tall, round face, in his mid 40s.  He was grinning and laughing and cracked a window wing.  The daddy hugged his daughter at arms length, then looked around in all seriousness.  Seeing no one around he opened his legs.  
	The little girl stared with a face of seriousness, too.  She pursed her lips and took a brief look around herself--before scooting over some along the bench seat of the pickup.
	One more time the daddy looked around before unzipping his dark jeans and flopping out his manly manhood.  It was already very rigid.  He squeezed it and held it firmly at the base.  It was a cock of average size.  The steering wheel he tilted up to be “out of the way” and flopped his cock in a somewhat enticing manner to his precious offspring.
	The girl shook her head, only to clear some loose strands of her fine blond hair.  She leaned down and with a steady hand wrapped her fingers about the phallic.
	She stroked once, twice, three times before “tasting” her daddy’s cock.  She moved her head about and engulfed the bulbous tip of her daddy’s dong.  The daddy, “Phil” reared his head back, mouth open, eyes back; reeling in the ordeal of getting a blowjob from his nine year old.
	Slowly the man leaned himself and began consoling/rubbing his daughter’s backside as she continued devouring more and more of his cock.  His hand worked down to the crack of her butt and soon was easing the purple slacks down.  Matching purple panties the child wore, they were eased down, as well.
	A finger dug into the girl’s asshole, slipping in to almost all the way.  It was pulled out and then “put back in”.  repeatedly.  The man began to hump his daughter’s mouth as well as work his jeans and underwear down, opening his legs and really giving his child something.
	His child was soon rendered completely naked in moments, her mouth never leaving his cock.  (how the shirt got off without the girl’s mouth leaving the cock wasn’t known.)  One leg of the child was hoisted up so as her foot could rest on the carpeted dashboard; thus allowing her daddy dearest to freely finger her pussy.
	The girl, “Kellie” finally pulled up, smacking her lips and grinning.  Sperm drippling out the corners of her mouth, cum squirting from the man’s piss slit.  He hugged the child and brought her onto his lap, caressing her bare naked ass and pressing his cum shooter onto her hairless young poon.
	Soon the cum shooter was IN Kellie’s pussy.  Her daddy’s hands locked onto her ass working her up and down.  Mandy felt an odd tingling betwixt her legs and moved on…

More of the same
Just different places
	She soon found herself in some woods.  Again.
	New woods.  Woods that were in the midst of the Fall of the year.
	There was a creek.  Steep sides and sloping sides.  Caved in sides, precarious walking path, and voices!  Although that didn’t mean nothing, Mandy didn’t seem to be able to interact with anyone.  If she were tripping and it was all a drug induced “dream” state of being, fine; but if it weren’t and all this shit was somehow “real”--and she was not able to interact with anyone--then she was in big trouble.
	She thought casually maybe--oh!
	She was dead!
	That made (unfortunately) more sense!!
	If she were dead--then this was Limbo!  She was wandering around!
	She had progressed onward to Heaven.
	Hmmm
	She knew she wasn’t a true Christian girl, her heart and soul were not overly “pure” per se.  But whose was?  Not even Priests and other churchy officials were “saintly.”
	She had died as a result of her taking the acid.
	That made LOTS of sense.
	She didn’t know what being dead would be like.  It still seemed odd.  And why all the reference to the sexual deviancy?  Was it a test?  To see if she would join in or something?  She understand why she had Kristy and Stacie, Lonnie, and Hank involved in her “trip”, they were peoples she knew.
	But her parents?  Nothing of her parents.  Or other friends.

	Down by the creek a young woman was fishing.
	She was not alone, a little girl and boy were with her also fishing.
	They were not alone, either--two men were apparently slinking in the thick heavy bushes lining the creek.  One was a tall fella with thick blond hair in army clothes (camouflage).  The other was a man with a pudge, virtually no hair, a thick mustache, glasses.
	No one else seemed to be about.
	Suddenly, as the young family moved to be within serious proximity to the men in hiding the tall one lurched out and wrapped his arms about the woman pummeling her to the ground.  The pudgy man grabbed the little girl, wrapping his legs about her and drawing a knife against her throat; he glared at the young boy to make a stupid move.
	Both kids instantly pissed their pants.
	The mother instantly knew they were in deep shit.
	She wouldn’t fuss, so long as her kids weren’t hurt.
	The little girl wailed and sobbed, she was all of seven or so.
	The little boy was frightened, too; but put on a show of defiance.  He was approx. nine.  The family was taken across the creek, it was ankle to knee deep, waist deep in the middle, and wide.  The family crossed at an area that maintained the ankle deep area.  Once across the wide creek there was the ordeal of clamoring up a slight crumbly hillside and into deeper woods.
	Behind some giant burned logs the serious ordeal began.
	“Take off your clothes.” demanded the tall man, “Darry.”
	The little girl and boy were held firm between the pudgy man’s legs, Tyke.  A dangerous and deadly hunter’s knife held still at the little girl’s throat.  She wore a dress top but with jean shorts.
	The woman/mother had simple jeans and a flannel shirt.  She trembled in anger as she did as told, eyes focused from the tall man to her children.  She had been badly bruised during the surprise assault, but not hindered in any way.  She stripped off her clothes and stood naked before them all.  Her children had seldom seen their mother nude, in her undies sure.  The little girl had seen her mother naked, but the little boy …
	The tall man peeled out of his clothes.
	The little girl and boy, Dana and David, looked in awe at the nude man.  Blatantly Darry presented himself to the children, masturbating and fondling his balls.  The mother was enraged.  She was horrified and sickened and pissed.  But for the safety of her daughter she chilled out and continued to obey the tall man.
	“Suck me.” he further commanded.  Amy closed her eyes, it had been a while since her lips had brushed a man’s cock.  She pursed her lips and shuddered.  This was insane!  She clenched her entire body--she vowed vengeance, at any cost!
	Down to her knees she went, vehemently opposed to the ordeal, especially before her very own children!  She endured the ordeal, engulfing the cock and devouring it.  Darry placed a hand behind her head and brought her back and forth along his cock until he was blasting a hot load of man spunk into her gullet.
	With cum dripping from her mouth, Darry made the woman suck on his balls while his cock languish against her face.  The woman sobbed as the entire performance was right before her children.
	“Squeeze his ass!” called out the other man, Tyke.
	Timidly the woman complied, rubbing her hands about Darry’s naked ass and squeezing his cheeks.  Darry nodded, “Oh yeah!”
	After a time, Darry stepped back and thunk up another thing to do.
	“Turn around.” 
	Amy turned reluctantly around, she was positioned so as the whole of her naked ass was presented to her children, and to Tyke.  Her ass was smacked by Darry, the cheeks spread and her hole fingered by Darry’s finger and then by a handy-dandy stick.
	Soon his prick was hard enough and into her asshole he did slam.
	He pumped vigorously with HIS ass in direct view of the children, letting them see his balls slapping to and fro.  Meanwhile, during their mother’s sodomy, Tyke made the boy take off all of his clothes.  He had a bit of a boner, not much, but a bit of one.
	The boy was instructed to take of his sister’s clothes, too.
	Tyke himself had a boner, how and when he had gotten himself undressed Mandy didn’t know, but he was as nude as the first man, the tall man, Darry.  His prick nestled nicely between the little girl’s legs.  Darry completed his ordeal with Amy; he pumped hard, strained, flexed his ass and made vocal comments about the deed done.
	When he had pumped his fill he finally withdrew, having the distraught mother lay her head down on the forest floor, her ass up and still presenting to her children.  Her cheeks were spread and the kids viewed their mother’s asshole squirting cum.
	Darry wiped his saucey soiled schlong onto the mother’s ass flesh, smacked her some more and then scooted in front of her, making her re-suck his soiled cock.  The woman vomited, hurled, retched, and made many unpleasant sounds.
	Tyke fingered the little girl, Dana, and fondled the little boy, David.  One hand was around the waist of the little girl, fervently fingering her young hairless innocent pussy.  His other hand up between the young boy’s legs fondling the lad’s hairless testicles and Shortie.
	Darry was stiff again.  The mother tried to look back or under her to check the status of her children; Darry turned her onto her backside, legs wide, knees up.  He first sat on her face facing the others, his balls in her mouth.  He fondled her ample breasts, squeezing the nipples.
	“Lick my asshole!” he harshly whispered back.
	He locked eyes with his friend, Tyke.  Tyke couldn’t see and wanted to know if the woman was doing so.  Darry smiled and nodded, there was a gleam in his eyes.  He went down on the woman and noshed on her well trimmed cunt.

	Moments later Darry was positioned between Amy’s legs, his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.  The children were in awe, watching up close and very personal; seeing the man’s cock sliding in and out of their mother’s body.  Darry pulled out several times and stuffed the woman’s asshole.  He finally managed to cum in her pussy.  He was virtually drained by this point.
	Amy lay still, staring up to the tops of the great pines and sequoias.  She breathed hard, her pussy leaked man cum as well as her own.  Darry barely had the strength to roll off.  He flopped onto his back, his cock languishing to one side, spilling more of his personal juices.
	Using their own clothing the children were tied together as well as gagged.  They wept and sobbed and fussed but otherwise were no problem.  Tyke was adamantly horny.  He didn’t mind “sloppy” seconds and mounted Amy, sinking his prick deep into the woman’s juicy snatch.
	He pumped and pumped to get his thrills, positioned himself so as the children could get their viewing.  Then rolled the woman over onto her side, his cock still in her sopping wet cunny; Darry stuffed her asshole and she was double teamed--her first since college!

	With her own clothing securing her, her panties in her mouth, 28 yr old Amy watched in horror as her children were sexually victimized.  Dana first.  Dana was fingered in both her private places, then spanked.  She was laid across one of the men’s lap, the tall man’s, while the shorter man and David licked the girl’s ass crack and hole.  David was fondled and sucked; sucked by the shorter man as well as by Dana.  When David’s dinkus was stiff (enough) he was positioned and prompted and schooled in the fine ways of sodomizing his sister.
	He had never done so but…
	After only a few good stalwart pumps David was returned to pumping into his sister’s mouth while Tyke took HIS turn at butt humping the child.
	The mother passed out.

	Darry took his turn with the child, sinking his prick into her pussy and humping madly until the child herself lost consciousness.  Tyke positioned the boy to hump on his mother!
	When said and done--and done; Darry picked up the hunter’s knife.
	He casually drew it up the slit of the young child.  He looked to Tyke.  Tyke cocked his head, popped his neck and fingers.  “No witnesses.” he declared.  Darry agreed.

Shows and Tells--Mostly Shows
	Bordering the edge of the Fall-like forest was something of pastures--or meadows.  Lush rolling hills, small groves of trees.  Farmland.  There were some cows, small tracts of some kind of vegetable plants.  White farm houses in good shape, old style trucks from the late 50s and early 60s.  Some birds in the air, wandering animals of no particular kind.
	A small shady one lane dirt road there came to be.  Mandy wandered onto--she was dead.  That was all there was to it, she was dead and this was Limbo.  It made sense.  She never understood what Limbo was: In theological usage the name is applied to (a) the temporary place or state of the souls of the just who, although purified from sin, were excluded from the beatific vision until Christ’s Ascension (the "limbus patrum"); or (b) to the permanent place or state of those unbaptized children and others who, dying without grievous personal sin, are excluded from the virtuous vision on account of original sin alone (the "limbus infantium" or "puerorum"). 
	Limbo.  Mandy knew of Heaven and Hell.  Purgatory--Purgatory (Lat., "purgare", to make clean, to purify) in accordance with Catholic teaching is a place or condition of temporal punishment for those who, departing this life in God’s Grace, are, not entirely free from venial faults, or have not fully paid the satisfaction due to their transgressions.
	Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Limbo.
	Sodomy.  Oral sex.  Incest.  Molestations.  Rape.  Masturbation.
	She had spied willingly on boys in the woods peeing AND jerking off.  She had spied willingly on her own father and her uncle.  She knew what butt fucking was all about.  She was kind of intrigued and interested in boys sucking off one another and butt fucking each other, but not really.  She wanted to be licked on, her pussy.  Her asshole she didn’t know.  She wouldn’t mind getting dicked, just so long as she wouldn’t get pregnant.
	Limbo.
	She knew Ms. Bremmer was sucking cock of some high school boys who had come to work at the school.  The boys were fucking her in her own classroom!  Ms. Bremmer’s husband was in a wheelchair and he wasn’t very pleasant to be around.
	There was Mr. Bamat who lusted for the girls in his class and Mandy was pretty sure he was screwing one of them.  
	Kristy.  Why she hated and despised Kristy she didn’t overly know, she was an underling for one; she got most of the babysitting jobs in town, and that fucking two-timing jerk Lonnie liked her--over her!
	But she didn’t want to see Kristy get hurt--or raped for that matter.
	Daryl Coots.  Daryl Coots came to Mandy’s mind.  Was that why she was in Limbo; most of Mandy’s life was appropriate for her--she wasn’t the perfect Christian--she cussed, masturbated, watched others being nasty, spied on her dad and uncle, and knew stuff sexual about other peoples.  She said nothing or did nothing about it.  
	She had cheated on a math test.
	She had “acquired” some money from her mother’s purse.
	She almost went out of her way to get others in trouble, mostly Kristy and whoever else she hung with.  She didn’t stick up for her only best friend who DID stick up for her, Clorece.  
	Daryl Coots.
	He was seven at the time.
	He had peed in his pants and Mandy took him to the bathroom.
	She was pissed--off, and not keen on changing a boy’s clothes.  Diapers were one thing and she detested changing poopy diapers.  But for extra money she did what babysitting jobs she could get ‘cause that fucking bitch Kristy had a “club” and took most of the prime primo babysitting jobs in town.
	Daryl Coots was “special.”  he had cracked his noggin from a bad fall on his bike, no helmet.  He no longer spoke and his writing was eligible.  He sometimes when being talked to would look straight ahead as if looking “thru” the person doing the talking.  
	So--in the bathroom while the boy’s parents were out, Mandy had the boys naked.  She washed him off and then--
	then…
	Then?
	She toyed with his pee-pee.
	She wanted the pee-pee to be Lonnie’s.  There were a few boys at the middle school who were okay, there were more boys available at the high school who were better.  But Lonnie was outstanding, good looks--athletic, well liked, and damn cute!
	After toying a bit on Daryl’s schlong, Mandy sucked it.
	She sucked his penis wholly and then devoured his equally hairless tezzies.  She caressed his naked ass and then.. 
	Then?
	Got naked herself and made the boy lick her pussy.

	For a long time she denied it.  To herself.  No one ever knew.  Ever.  She looked on every boy Daryl’s age, knowing full well what they looked like naked.  Her cunny became sopping wet and many times she had to take a break and dash into a bathroom and frig herself silly.  
	In Daryl’s bathroom (naked) she often got the boy to fuck her.
	Was that why she was in Limbo?
	She had helped a little girl find her parents when lost at the City Mall.
	She had given her one month’s allowance to the local Orphanage for them to get a new roof--as many of her classmates (and entire school/neighborhood) had done.  She had stayed after school to help a ten year old boy learn some math.  There were the selfless times of other charitable work, but … but was that truly selfless, or was there the slinking hiding ulterior motive behind it all.  Like recognition.  Attention.  Etc.?
	A lodge pole fence with overgrowing bushes there came to be.  Bird houses along the way, too.  A field of what looked like tomatoes.  An open area of so-so trees, a tractor at work.  There was a barn and a small quaint farmhouse with a huge front yard.  Lush grass, a sprinkler was on.  
	At the open gate of the farmhouse was a boy about 10 or so on a bike checking the mail.  A girl of equal age came along.  She was in a dress that was short, lime green checkered.  Her white panties at the crotch could be seen and the boy shot a quick look as the girl came to a stop.
	“Hiya!” said the girl.
	The boy smiled and shrugged, “Hiya.” back he said.
	“I saw your Pa leaving.” stated the girl.
	“Yeah, he’s going into town for some stuff.”
	“And you get to stay here--all by yourself!?”
	“Yep, sure do!” stated the boy happily.
	“My parents hardly EVER let me be by myself.” although she was now.  The boy shrugged, ‘and’.
	The girl seemed curious about the farm lay out, the barn and house.
	“Do you have any cows or horses?” she asked.
	“No horses, but we got a cow!” the boy seemed pleased with that.
	So off to the barn to check the cow.
	There were some chickens, too.
	No pigs, no horses.  
	Lots of hay, though.  More hay than necessary for just “one cow.”
	But, this was Purgatory, who gave a shit if anything made sense.

	Up in the loft of the barn Zane had a “fort.”  it was built of hay bales.  The girl, “Alice” wanted to see it--and she went up the loft ladder first.  This allowed hardup horny young Zane to look up the girl’s dress.  He lingered a moment before quickly ascending.  Alice looked about and noted the “entrance” to the hidden fort.  On her knees she scrambled and invaded the boy’s private hiding place.
	There was a loft door-window that was partially open, it allow eye viewing of the farmhouse and its surrounding.  The boy pointed out all the things to be seen and what his Pa was growing.  Alice seemed so-so interested.  She sat on her butt with knees drawn up.  She made no attempts to conceal her panties.
	And at length young Mr. Zane took note.  He couldn’t help it.  It was there, blatantly available for his viewing pleasure.  He shut up and sat back against a bale of hay and stared.  Alice parted her legs a little more, pulling her already short dress up more fully exposing the whole crotch area of her person.
	“Holy smokes!” erupted the boy.
	“Haven’t you’ve ever seen a girl in her underwear before?” inquired Alice.  Zane shook his head, ‘Nope.’
	There was silence for a moment.
	“I’ve never seen a BOY in HIS underwear, either.” she firmly stated.
	Zane was apparently a little dense, or too absorbed in the fact that he was staring at a girl in her panties.  He continued to stare.  Alice leaned forward some and tugged off her dress.  She wore nothing else, save for the plain white typical panties.
	Zane was totally blitzed.  “Damn.” he said in awe, mouth open, eyes glazed.  He bit his lip and gulped (and continued to stare.)
	Alice blushed and then turned part way to one side, giving her stalwart viewer a slight profile look to her ass.  She then eased a hand inside her plain white panties and tugged them down--just so, just enough to fully entice the young boy.
	He was speechless.  His eyes bulged and mouth hung open.
	Suddenly he became aware of something happening between his legs.  He looked down and stared at himself a little perplexed.
	“What’s wrong?” asked Alice in a helpful-concerned voice.  Although SHE already knew.
	“I-I don’t know.” replied the boy.  And he didn’t.
	“Maybe you ought to take it out.”
	Zane nodded that that sounded like a good idea.  Until his mind said, “HEY!” he shot Alice a wild look.  “Take it out!?”
	Alice said nothing.  She had met dopes before, but Zane was topping the list!
	Alice got on her knees and leaned forward, wisps of hair falling into her pretty little face.  Zane reared back some, still staring at his “bulge” with wide eyes--and marveling at what Alice was doing.
	Alice expertly unfastened Zane’s jeans, she tugged the garment down and then fished out his penis.  It WAS stiff.  Zane was oblivious to the Why of it, it had apparently never happened before.  Alice tugged on the little dinkie, caressing his hairless little balls before kissing the head of his pee-pee--before pressing her lips about the bulb and rolling her tongue about the super sensitive immature head.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Zane.
	Alice engulfed the whole of his four inch dick, shaking her head and working the boy into a furor.  He liked it!  He liked it!  It was new, it was different, and it beat the hell out of humping his bed!
	Alice pulled back, smacking her lips and grinning.  There was a serious tingling feeling still in Zane’s schlong.  Alice grinned, “You wanna make it feel better?”
	Zane couldn’t speak.  
	He nodded and then watched as Alice laid down and eased her plain white underwear off.  He gulped and began to sweat.  Alice pulled her undies off slowly, then parted her legs and let the boy have a nice-nice looksee.
	And he did.  Mostly staring.  Alice tolerated it for the moment, lightly rubbing her pussy, spreading her legs wide and giving the boy a nice-nice looksee.
	“I know how to make your pee-pee feel better.” she stated.
	Zane was all eager ears.

	Out in the huge open yard the family truck rolled in with a cloud of dust enveloping it.  A man not so tall got out and looked around, he called out for his son with no response.  He plucked a couple of bags of groceries from the truck and shuttled them into the backdoor of the farmhouse.
	He returned again and again called for his son.
	Up in the loft Zane peered thru the hay to his father.  Beside him Alice lay all a tither, fingering her pussy desiring MORE.  She rolled over pooching her ass up in the air, her fingers still reverently working her pussy into a fever pitch of orgasmic bliss.
	“Do me again!” the young girl cooed.
	“Oh-okay.” said Zane happily.  He had laid on Alice earlier and eased his pee-pee into her crevice.  His mind was blank and that was all there was to it.  
	The sensations, the feelings, the tremendous awe of it all overwhelmed him.  Natural instinct took precedent and he fucked the young girl, sinking himself fully into her noting how the “feelings” and sensations were intensified ten-fold during the pumping action.
	Several times his winkie slipped out, he laid it against Alice’s poon slit and humped until she guided it back where it belonged.  Alice gripped his ass, too; she bucked into him and they did fuck for several minutes.
	He had laid still in the itchy hay for a long while.  Beside him Alice lay quivering and making odd noises.  He watched her for a while as she fingered herself (where she peed from).  In his young mind there was nothing but confusion.  The sensations of his actions were high.  He seemed perplexed.  He was more than awed.  He was a bed humper, it just happened--the sheets were cool and he couldn’t help it--he WAS maturing and when he thought of girls his pee-pee just got hard.  Natural instinct took over and he humped his bed.

	Mandy watched him as he sodomized Alice.  Alice was willing and had herself guided the boy’s dinkus into her glory hole.  To Zane he didn’t know or care.  A hole was a hole was a hole to fuck.  The sensations of piston fucking Alice’s pooper hole was just as good as her tight snug fitting pussy.
	Mandy made a horrible realization that she was horny.
	Mandy realized that SHE wanted to be where Alice was; ass up, cheeks spread…
	She shook her head violently.
	Then why did she protest so fervidly back at the Cabin?  Getting doinked by those other boys, Lonnie’s brother?  She still wasn’t too keen on making out with another girl, or LITTLE girl--but…
	But then again--this was a trip, right?  This was supposedly Limbo, huh?  None of this shit was real--right?

	When Zane’s dad’s voice began to show the telltale signs of “I know a little boy’s ass that’s going to meet with Mr. Belt if he don’t show up damn soon!” Zane and Alice dressed quickly and scrambled out of the barn presenting themselves.
	Zane introduced Alice.  Alice was new.  New to the area, having moved from the City.  She was not overly a country girl, but was slipping into the groove just the same.
	Zane’s dad, Mike, was still not pleased with his tardy son.  He didn’t seem to take note of the fact that the two had just emerged from the barn, and were covered in straw!
	The three entered into the house for some cookies and milk.  Mike asked Alice a ton of questions about her family.  The girl’s wasn’t a farmer, but an architect looking for a change of pace from the proverbial rat race of the Inner City.
	After awhile Zane’s dad finished his line of questioning and made himself scarce, mentioning something about tending to the tomatoes.  A few minutes after he was gone (from sight), Alice Goodheart (no, really, Goodheart) smiled mischievously at her young lover.  Zane was sheepish, his pecker stiffened in his pants.  He was a little shy and dumb to the wily ways of a woman.  His cock took over control, “go to your bedroom, stupid!”
	And so they did.
	As soon as Alice was inside the boy’s bedroom and got the brief tour of his room, she was slipping her panties back down and pulling off her dress.  Zane needed no coaxing from his cock, he stripped naked.  He could hear his dad’s tractor roaring in the distance--that was good, he’d be busy for quite awhile.
	“Let me suck you.” Alice said.  It startled young Zane, she had already sucked him, twice!  He liked it.  It was just her forwardness that rubbed him.  (And she did a fare job of “rubbing” on him, too!) 
	He sat on his bed with legs open wide.  Alice fondled his balls, squeezing the tender nuggets before going down on him.  Zane tensed up, he couldn’t help it--the sensation of being sucked was astronomical.  It was very pleasing.
	More pleasing was Alice G climbing up on top of him; nestling her pussy onto his very erect erection.  She bit her lip and was all kinds of devilish; she tensed up herself, gripping her young lover’s cock with her pussy lips.  She moved effortlessly up and down his small shaft.  Zane finally placed his hands onto the girl’s ass and squeezed the supper soft cheeks.  His eyes fluttered and he felt the most odd feeling in his penis.
	He never really thought much about his penis, or sex.  He washed it when he bathed, he peed from it, and that was about it.  Occasionally, too, he humped his bed.  There were superior feelings aplenty when he did that.  He usually thunk up some girls he knew, even some teachers.  He had seen young girls and girls his age in swim clothes, short-short dresses--but none had really given him sexual fits.
	Not until now.
	His penis finally entered into Alice’s twat.  He gulped.  Alice grinned.  She settled down onto his sleek member, eyes fluttered and body twitching.  Her barely there breasts intensified and Zane felt compelled to fondle them.
	They made love.  Slow and semi-passionate.
	There was a very unique blissful orgasmic experience the two shared.  No words were there to describe the event, they had been content in the beginning to simply slow fuck.  Then, suddenly, something happened DEEP within them, the desire to gain more and more pleasure built up more and more “steam” and the two bounced exponentially during the final throws of their unionship.

	The two young lovers lay in lustful afterglow for several minutes.  Alice pressed her lips to Zane.  He didn’t know exactly what to do so he let her.  There were still a multitude of sensations zinging in his penis; he found himself rubbing his own ass--even trying to shove his finger into his crap chute!
	They made love again, Zane on top which segued to doing it sideways and then Alice had her lover doink her asshole.  They at length came to Alice on top of Zane again.
	And the bedroom door opened…

	“What the--” Daddy Mike blurted as his eyes fell upon the two naked children, fucking, and one of them was his own son.
	Despite Alice on top of him, Zane had incredible speed and slithered out from under the nude girl to the lee side of his bed against the wall.  There was a window right there handy should he need it to make a harrowing escape.
	Alice rolled over--presenting herself--and was not afraid.  She was a little, shocked, and slightly frightened at being so busted.  She made no attempts at “concealing” her nudity, in fact, she sat with her legs open!
	Daddy Mike was shocked.  Deeply stunned and greatly awed.
	“Holy fucking shit!” he exclaimed almost loudly.  “What the hell’s going on here!”
	“We were just playing.” stated Alice.
	Mike nearly lost it, the ability to speak and or breath or fashion complete thoughts.  “Show and tell.” she said sweetly.
	“Show and Tell!” he nearly shouted in disbelief.
	He came partially into the room shaking his head and growing slightly angrier.  He looked to his slinking son.  “Get your ass (bare) over here!” he demanded.
	“Oh please, Mr. Marsh, don’t be angry with him--” begged Alice.  She was shot down, though, by a very angry look of warning from the daddy.
	Timidly and trying to shield his nakedness Zane eased out from behind the bed and to his waiting pissed off father.
	Mike removed a belt from his pants and when his son was within arms reach grabbed the boy and yanked him to his body.  His arms were locked behind him and the belt began a series of harsh beltings to the boy’s bare backside.
	No welts, just some red marks.
	The boy was pushed away and the daddy’s attention aimed at the naked instigator.  Surprisingly she was receptive!  She turned about on the bed folding her hands under her, presenting her bare naked soft alluring lily white ass.
	Zane consoled his searing ass and watch in awesome awe as his dad laid the Punisher to Alice’s soft ass.
	One whack, two whacks, three whacks, FOUR!
	Alice cringed some, Zane cringed a lot.
	Alice shed no tears or cried or made any fuss.  She smoothed her hands over her tenderized cheeks and Mike stepped back.  He was sweating.  Gulping for air; his eyes affixed to Alice’s slightly reddened ass.
	Suddenly it seemed he was up against Alice, like in a wink/blink of an eye.  And there was Alice reaching around “fondling” him!  Zane’s mouth dropped to the ground.  So did Mike’s belt.  followed by his pants!

	Amazingly the little girl’s snatch swallowed Mr. Marsh’s cock.  It was like watching a snake engulf its food, inch by inch.  Mr. Marsh stared straight ahead to the window, sometimes occasionally peering down to little Alice.  His arms were locked as he was poised above her, driving his manhood into her young body--half an inch at a time (thrust.)
	Naked son Zane continued to console his searing ass, but his sexual emotions prevailed over the discomfort.  He sat on the bed being masturbated by Alice.  The young girl grunted a time or two, winced and her nipples stuck out.  She toyed with Zane’s schlong and then cupped and squeezed his balls when the boy’s father was all the way in--and he began to fuck.
	The man pumped into the young girl for several minutes.  Both made horrendous howls before submitting to the ultimate relief of their illicit union.  It was only the beginning, though.  Mike pulled free of Alice Goodheart and lay on his backside on his son’s bed.  Son Zane stroked his dinky dinkus, it was hard but nothing like his dad’s schlong.
	Alice fingered her cum soaked hairless poon, delving her fingers DEEP inside her, legs open wide.  Her whole body was awash in sex sweat.  Zane on his knees continued to rub/console his still searing ass as well as finger fuck his asshole!
	Alice rolled onto her side and latched onto the boy’s dinkus and began to suck him.  His father watched and rolled to his side, slipping up behind the girl running a hand up and down her lovely naked little body.  In mere minutes Mike was easing his schlong into Alice’s tight asshole.
	Then, in another blink/wink of an eye, Zane was sitting perched on Alice’s face, his testicles in her mouth, her hands on his tomato reddened ass, pulling the cheeks open as far apart as possible while his dad slammed his cock into the boy’s hole.
	Zane slurped on Alice’s cum drenched cunt.

Sacrilegious!
	Not far from the farmhouse there was a town.  A small Midwestern town.  Vehicles were parked askew along the sidewalks; old stores, thrift stores, general mercantile, and other assorted small town stores lined the walks.  Quaint bed & breakfast, small town eateries, taverns, repair shops, barber shops.
	Mandy wandered down a sidewalk.  She felt out of place in the American-type town.  It was too cutesy, old fashioned, laid back--not her style.  She noted that there didn’t seem to be any “people” about.  The sidewalks were lined with cars, trucks--all from a very early period of time, the 1950s or so.  
	Limbo.  She was in Limbo.  Or some Goddamn place…
	It was just too crazy.  She didn’t understand.  She couldn’t imagine and couldn’t pretend.  None of it made any fucking sense whatsofuckingever!
	She sighed and continued on her way.
	She soon found herself at a church.  She paused only to get a drink of water from a nearby fountain.  She took note of the absence of any vehicles about the church.  Was that significant?  For some unknown reason unknown to her--she slipped into the church.
	According to the sign out before the church it was a Baptist church.
	Mandy just happened to be Baptist.
	Another coincidence?
	The front doors were locked.  There was a small sidewalk to a jutting secondary entrance.  It was locked, too.  Persistence was Mandy’s middle name.  She moved to the rear of the large multiuse building and found a kitchen door unlocked.
	Inside she helped herself to some goodies; fudge, stew, and sodas.
	During her spree she heard noises.
	Coming from the nave of the church.  For a moment or two she held her ground--but curiosity got to her and slowly she made her way.

	In the main area of the church there were two children.  Well, one teenage girl and the other the child.  The teenage girl was approx. 14 or possibly 15.  Long silky dark brown hair, not very tall, appropriate weight and height for her age group.  She was pretty, kind of on the plain side with nothing overly striking.
	She was also butt bare assed naked.
	So was the boy.
	The boy was approx. ten.  Dark brown hair.  He was the naked teen girl’s brother.  They were all kinds of playing around--running, chasing one another--leaping and jumping over the pews.  Occasionally the pair would catch one another; the girl would fondle the boy’s wares--the boy would fondle his sister’s.  They would lay in a pew here and there--and over there, and fuck.  Sometimes the boy would be on top, the girl’s legs draped over the backs of the pews.  Sometimes the girl would be on her brother.
	They made love in the center aisle and doggie styled up on the stage where the pulpit was.  The boy took one of the religious icons and tried to stuff it into his sister’s pussy.  The girl sucked on her brother while he sat perched on the wooden pulpit where their FATHER preached his sermons.
	The boy whizzed into the baptismal water.  His sister sat up on the edge of the baptismal plexiglass tank, spread her legs and let fly a steady stream of her own piss.  The boy then happily “licked” her pussy afterward.
	They then tried not to slosh so much water out as they engaged in immoral sexual romping IN the baptismal tank.  
	There was more chasing one another, more fucking in the aisles and pews; on the dais/pulpit area where their father, the deacons and choir sat, the two engaged in doggie style fucking and then 69ing.  While sixty-nining the sister crammed/shoved a wireless handheld microphone into her brother’ asshole as he was the one on top.  In turn, the brother eased into his sister’s twat another religious icon.
	They two then did slip into an office of their father’s to fuck on his desk.  A car drove up outside and the two naked naughty kids quickly scurried into their clothes.
	Mandy moved on.

In the Pursuit of Nookie	
	
	Not far from the church four young peoples were up a tree.  A tree house, a tree fort, tree house, etc.  Two girls, two boys.  They were clothed.  The boys appeared to be pre-teen age, about 12 or so.  The girls seemed to be about that or actually a year or so older.
	A conversation seemed to be going on.
	The boys seemed to be--anxious.  Also horny, very horny.  And it seemed as though the Girls were going to give in.  however, the Girls were in command.
	“Take off YOUR clothes.” stated on of the girls, Hanna.
	“Take off each OTHER’S clothes!” sparked the other Girl, Karen.
	The boys rolled their eyes and balked.
	“Then I guess we can go.” shrugged Hanna.
	“Okay!  Okay!” piped one of the Boys, Travis.
	“Are-are YOU going to--” get naked? queried the other Boy, Eric.
	The Girls looked to one another and smiled.  Hanna was the taller of the two, long strawberry blond, long slender frame, large apple sized breasts.  She wore tight fitting white pants with huge bell bottoms and a Levi top.  
	The other wore a brown zippered top and baggy low slung jeans.  She was a blond with streaks of brown.  Both Girls had on way too much costume jewelry.
	“You first!” quipped Karen with a mischievous smile.
	The Boys looked to one another kinda disappointed.  The hemhawed around and thought it over--taking off one another’s clothes wasn’t cool.  They sighed and then began.
	The Girls giggled.
	The boys pulled off one another’s shirts.
	Timidly they looked to the girls.  
	With a heavy sigh (of disgust) they whisked their own tops off.

	It was more than expected for the hard up horny boys.  Two girls in their treehouse in their bras.  The boys ogled the girls for a moment, their boners growing nearly out of their pants.
	The boys kicked off their own shoes and balked again at having to undo a another dude’s pants--AND take them off.  That just wasn’t going to happen.
	So the girls picked up their cast off tops and began to put them back on.
	“Okay!  Okay!” almost shouted Eric.  He looked desperately to his pal, they were both very desperate.  They couldn’t let the opportunity of a life time slip by.
	“Are-are YOU going to--” inquired Travis.
	“We said we were--” sparked Hanna a little miffed that she would be questioned.
	“Whatsa matta, you don’t trust us?”
	The Boys relented and faced one another.  With eyes closed they undone and then peeled down the other’s pants.  Each boy felt very foolish and slightly embarrassed.  (although it was not the first time they had been in such manner--in their undies with one another.)
	The girls dropped their bras.
	The boys stood almost creaming in their jeans.  Bare breasts.  Totally bare breasts.  It was WAY more than the two hard up horny boys could imagine.  (could EVER imagine!)
	The girls waited.
	And waited.
	The boys scrounged for time--they seriously didn’t want to do the final deed, that was just a bit much.  Too much.  And with their balking the girls picked up their clothes (once more); prompting the boys to do the ultimate deed--or so they thought.
	They slid down one another’s underwear--careful not to get to close to one another’s dongs in any manner--even to LOOK at the other’s dong.  Once the undies were at their ankles they stepped out of their clothes and were butt bare assed naked.
	The Girls slid their clothes down and stood in their panties.
	The boys were close to passing out--for the lack of ability to breathe.
	They stood with decent boners.  The Girls stared at them, blushing, turning beet red, tomato red.  Giggling incessantly and then shying their eyes away from the daring nudity.  
	The Boys stared so at the Girls.
	Girls in panties.  It was incredible.  TEENAGE girls in panties.
	The Boys had seen wee little girls in panties--no biggie.  They had seen teen girls in swimwear--but PANTIES was more special.
	Hanna had bikini style undies, light pink with rose pink roses.
	Karen had French-cut undies and a serious “mound” betwixt her legs.
	“Fondle his balls!” whipped out Hanna.
	“WHAT!?” shouted Eric.
	“No fucking way!” bitched back Travis.
	The Girls shrugged, “Bye-bye!”
	The Boys looked to one another--this was getting to be more than they bargained for.  But--for the ultimate goal of “getting some nookie” the boys shirked their embarrassment and surprisingly fondled one another’s balls.
	They also, under the Girls’ direction & decree, masturbated one another; followed by caressing one another’s ass while their nude bodies were pressed together.
	All the while the Girls giggled and blushed.
	There was more.  Much more.
	One boy turned about, hands on his knees--
	The other lad went TO his knees, his face into the other’s butt cheeks.
	There was the pressing of one another’s cock to the other’s ass flesh, too.  As well as conscripting the Boys into a “cock-fight”.  the Girls seemed to get much amusement by the Boys’ antics.
	And there was even MORE!
	There was a bottle, a bottle with a LONG neck.  It had once contain sweet soda pop.  Eric was instructed to cram as much of the bottle (neck) up Travis’ poop chute.
	The Boys did all things that the Girls decreed.
	Only when the final insult came--to suck one another--did the Boys finally have enough.  The Girls giggled.  There was a brief argument of which resulted in the Boys realizing that the Girls had tricked them.  They were NOT going to get any nookie after all, and they had submitted to themselves the most heinous of embarrassments.
	The Girls jibbed the Boys and began plucking up their clothes.
	Then--the Girls froze.
	There was a ship’s rope that hung down from the floor of the treehouse, it could be tugged and would ring a Ship’s Bell--indicating the presence of someone down below at the base of the tree.  Lifting up the trapdoor Travis saw his little brother.
	“What the fuck you want?” he said angrily.
	The boy pulled into view Shawnra.
	She was “frozen”, too.
	“What the fuck?” Eric asked pissed off.
	Travis’ little brother, Tray, held up to view his latest gizmo.  Travis had no fucking clue, his little brother was an electronics whiz and was always making something in the electronic field.  Some of his experiments went a little haywire and blew shit up.  Some were useful, some were dangerous, some were toy related, some were--just plain odd with apparently no purpose at all.
	Tray smiled and giggled.  He wore glasses and was a bit of a geek, wore his good clothes most of very day (you know the type.)  Travis was losing patience, “What up Geek Boy?” he chirped angrily still.
	Tray paid no attention to the chaste jabs his brother lauded him.  He smiled and then placed a daring hand onto Shawnra’s breasts.  Travis stared.  Shawnra did nothing.  Tray pulled the goldish-like silk top of Shawnra’s down, exposing her breasts.
	Shawnra remained abso-fucking-lutely still.

	It was a bit of work but Shawnra was pulled up into the treehouse.  She was marveled at for a moment.  There weren’t many black girls in the area, Shawnra was a “token” model.  She was sleek, creamy black skin, kinky hair, a well rounded face with mid sized apple-sized breasts.  She was extremely nice, cheerful, sang in the school choir and at a church choir.
	Tray presented his brother with a small camcorder.
	“What?” Travis asked.
	Tray turned the unit on and let the Boys see on the small screen:
	A scene of Travis and Eric fooling around with one another.
	Eric make to retch and become sick to his stomach.
	It became clear.  To clear.  The Girls, plus Shawnra, were setting the Boys up.  What the initial plans were for the “evidence” wasn’t known, probably to transfer the images to a computer and let the entire school see Travis and Eric fooling around with each other.
	It was Travis’ turn to retch and nearly vomit.
	It was then that Travis noted Shawnra and the Girls--absolutely still.
	Tray smiled and showed up his newest invention.
	“It’s a Mind Zapper!” he said proudly.
	Similar devices-gadgets-gizmos were slightly known in the open world.  Banned from use by private citizens.  But, one could certainly MAKE one, though.  And young ten year old Tray had done so.
	Travis still was slightly angry that the Girls were up to no good.
	Eric--Eric looked over the sheen body of Shawnra and wasted no time in peeling her gold top off.  He semi roughly fondled her breasts.  Young Tray giggled and watched the Boys’ antics.

	Revenge.  Sweet.  The Girls were already down to their panties, and apparently that was a bit more than they had intended.  Shawnra was stripped down as well--to complete bare skin.  The Boys knew nothing of virginity.  Nor did they care. Travis was first to “get some” nookie.  He looked over Hanna’s nude body, eased her onto the one funky dilapidated sofa with a green canvas covering and naturally instinctively eased his pre-teen cock into her.
	He made one long drawn out “ah” as he settled in.  Travis was a virgin.  Not even jerking off felt so good.  He settled all the way into Hanna, and found there was even MORE terrific sensations pulling back out!  His cock slipped out a few times, he didn’t overly realize the same result could be achieved from simply “keeping it in.”
	He eventually got the idea and managed to keep the head of his penis in, pulling out fully he realized lessoned some of the sensational sensations he was experiencing--for the first time!  He began to speed up, too.
	There was no noticeable “broken cherry.”
	None on Karen or Shawnra, either.
	Travis unloaded his first orgasm.  The sensation from that was mind boggling.  He wanted to do it again!  But first he had to reel in the event and take a break.  Eric took his turn nextly, doing likewise as Travis had to Karen.
	Young Tray got into the act, too.  He fucked Shawnra.
	Travis and Eric switch girls, Tray watched and took closer exam of Shawnra’s nakedness as well as the “sex” acts Travis and Eric were applying.
	At length, thru the afternoon--the three boys had sunk their schlongs into all three girls.  Sodomy and/or orally was not known to the boys, besides--sodomy/anal sex was gross.
	As a finale--the Girls were positioned on one another and filmed with Shawnra’s camcorder.  The piece of the Boys’ shenanigans was erased, replaced by the three girls 69ing--although they were not moving or anything, just their placement was enough.
	Each girl was captured sitting up, legs open; on her hands and knees, cheeks spread; and/or with her mouth swallowing a dude’s dick.  (the dude was on shown from the waist down.)
	The tape of the Girls was kept, a duplicate would be made and secured.  It would be held against the Girls (for sexual favors!)  The Girls, it was so learned, were plotting to embarrass the Boys for past indiscretions.  There had been no plan whatsoever to “give the Boys any nookie.”  none.