August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 27
Poker in the Front
Liquor in the Rear

Part II Act One  Scene III
	She tightened up not so much as the intrusion to her rear, she knew the first intrusion was by finger--and by her priest’s finger lubed up with olive oil.  It was the following intrusions that bugged her, who would be first?  Zane, David, Andy?  
	Father Don?
	Father Don’s dong was significantly LARGER than the boys’ dongs, she would prefer to be butt humped by the boys firstly, to sort of “break her in.”  Her hole was continuously fingered, her pussy was fingered, too.  Both cheeks were caressed with olive oil laden hands.  
	There was a pause and then…
	Amanda made a mournful moan as a much LARGER finger invaded her pert asshole.  “Oh shit!” she blurted, “Goddamn!” her fingers scraped against the bare wood floor.  She wanted to “give in” but her asshole muscles had other ideas.  
	Thankfully, though, the strength of the invaders was greater.  A pair of hands came to her hips and there was the stuffing of cock into virgin territory.  Amanda held her breath until the massive fuck stick was in her ass.  Taking a chance of being spanked or punished somehow the girl peeked over her shoulder thru her long curly hair.  By the sheer size of the foreign object pounding in her asshole, she thought it was surely Father Don.
	It was not.  It was David.
	Her eyes fluttered.  She turned back to stare at the wall and floor; she was partly relieved but also alarmed.  If the discomfort she was feeling now was merely from David’s schlong, what must Father Don’s cock going to be like?  She fretted but the relentless pounding in her asshole de-focused her.

	David unloaded into Amanda several minutes later, he went thru the mighty emotions of enduring an incredible orgasm.  He struggled with himself and then endured another orgasm as he withdrew from Amanda’s asshole.  He fell away massaging his cock and in total awe.
	There was no respite for Amanda’s asshole, it smoldered and oozed boy cum; it’s opening was about the size of a quarter.  It slowly shut.  Then Zane stepped up, rubbed his boyhood up and down the crack, poked the asshole and poked the lovely snug fitting pussy.  He DID slid his schlong into the girl’s crevice, but only a pump or two--his cock delved into the gooied recesses of Amanda’s poop chute and he commenced a great bout of butt fucking.
	Young Andy got his in, too--this after a righteous cock suck from Father Don, then David and Zane and then Amanda.  Each slurped and sucked on the young boy before he saddled up to Amanda’s back end and entered her very well fucked butt.

Recap
	The boy’s arms were locked and he seemed to be in mild distress.
	In his mouth was the full length of Father Greg.  In his ass was a tall strapping lad of fourteen or so.  Flanking them were as many as four other tall strapping butt naked lads, all had massive boners and eager to sodomize the young boy, Lonnie Wilderman.
	And each boy did as Lonnie continued to suck off on Father Greg’s cock.  After each boy had successfully creamed in the young boy’s asshole, the next lad went down and cleaned the lad’s hole, sucked his balls thru his legs and took a moment to admire the boy’s nakedness--then stuffed it with teen cock.

And then…
	She was down the steps and looking around when she forgot to check on Father Malley--Father Malley and “Red.”  She didn’t know why had come out of the Church.  A swath of intense heat swept over her and she felt the coming tide of a violent illness.
	Once outside she was gently kissed by cool breezes and bright sunshine.  Around was the hustle and bustle (they’re a set) of downtown city life; cars, trucks, buses, and taxis.  All shapes and sizes of peoples, jillions of peoples moving about in some programmed destiny.
	Then there was her Interest, Rusty.  She followed him and they went home--for more adventuring.  Naturally!
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Once More with Feeling…
	It was like watching a movie--but actually being IN the damn thing, that segue between scenes; where it’s not necessary to show the audience what happens in absolute detail about actual living.  Mandy moved from one “scene” to the next, there was a brief “fade” and then…
	She had gotten into Rusty’s ride and settled in, they came to a stop light and Rusty focused his attention on a small group of private school girls being led by an extremely tall disciplinarian matron.  The girls were ten to twelve and just right for the picking.  The light turned “green” and they proceeded homeward.
	They were in the middle of downtown one moment, and then--the fading occurred and then they were pulling into the driveway of Rusty’s abode!

Cookies & Crumbs
	Short Bread  Peanut Butter Patties  Caramel Delights  Lemon Pastry
	They came in small green boxes and tins and were twice as high as normal cookies from the grocery store!  But they were for a good cause, in support of  those ever popular Girl Scouts.
	A pair of them came to Rusty’s door moments after his arrival.
	Lovely they were.  Very lovely.  One was part Chinese, long-long black silky-like hair with a red hair piece holding it back.  Incredible white perfectly straight teeth, dainty ruby earrings, ruby red painted fingernails, and flat chested.  She was ten.  
	Beside were a blond haired girl with equal charm and all kinds of innocence.  All kinds.  Her hair of golden blond was thick and luscious and just to her shoulders.  She was not so flat chested as her friend, she had small lumps.  
	Both were adorable in their short to the knees green dresses.  Both had a merit sash of their accomplishments.  Both were incredibly cute, innocent, straight bodies and good posture.
	Both reared their heads back when the door to the quaint home opened and a man stood in his boxers.  The slit of those boxers did little to hide the enormous dong concealed within.
	The girls made their pitch, placing their gaze from his naughty area to his face and made the ever so important eye-contact.  They smiled and poured on the charm as a backup to their sales pitch.
	While the girls took turns presenting their pitch, Rusty leaned against the threshold of the entry way, listening carefully and massaging his bone still concealed (mostly) inside his green checkered boxers.
	At the end of the sales pitch there was the price announcement.
	Rusty selected one of the boxers and stood with legs at a stance, this allowed Old Willy to make a slight appearance, Old Willy’s head poked out as in greeting.  The Chinese girl took a brief glance at it, gulped, rolled her eyes about in some embarrassment and then back to the man’s face.
	“I don’t like mints, you can keep those,” the man said, but he seemed to scowl at the cost per box.  The sale was slipping.  The girls kicked on their extra charm, holding their lower lips in and looking oh so mournful.
	Rusty stroked his Willy, the girls watched.
	“Well,” drawled Rusty, “I tell you what,” he furled his lips and leaned outward some to peer at the satchel the girls carried, stuffed with boxes and boxes of cookies, “I’ll buy you out.”
	The girls looked to one another with surprised glee.  The blond, though, knew there was a catch.
	Nothing more was said, though, from their potential benefactor.  He merely stepped fully back inside his home, carrying a box of cookies.  The Chinese girl, Kim, licked her lips in thought.  She let out a sigh, shook her head in reluctant disgust.  “Oh man!” she bitched.
	“Come on!” yapped the other girl, she grabbed her friend’s hand and pulled her in.

Bed Crumbs
	The boxes were laid out on the breakfast table, even the mint cookies.  Amber had it figured up in her head how much the haul would make them, it would be grand--they would get merits for making the most sales at once, selling ALL their cookies allotted them for the day, and pushing their total sales over a given mark for sales achievement.
	But before payment could be rendered, Rusty offered the girls a double-or-nothing bonus.  He nodded to the girls to come with him down the hall to his room.  If they did, fine--they would make their cookie sale and get a personal bonus for themselves.  If they didn’t, they could collect their cookies and get out.
	The girls looked to one another, bumped their foreheads together and did rock-paper-scissors.
	The room was okay, nothing really fancy.  It was tropical; palm plants in all four corners with some sort of hidden lighting behind them on the wall.  Paintings of tropical islands, all sorts of seafaring stuff on the walls and corner-to-corner--netting/block & tackle, ropes, and ship’s wheel and bell.
	There were two windows, both were concealed with heavy dark green curtains.  The carpeting was a brown sand shag.  The bed was a very ornate cherry wood four poster bed.  
	Rusty greeted the girls at the door and led them in by their shoulders.  He pushed them along to the bed.  They turned about and their benefactor leaned against a matching cherry wood desk; his Old Willy stuck most of the way out of the boxer slit.
	The girls got a head nod, a “go ahead.”  the girls sighed, thought, mulled, reconsidered, chewed thoughtfully their lips and then nodded to themselves.  The merit sashes came off first.  Followed by their non-uniform shoes.  Both wore white knee socks, they took those off, too.
	Kim began tugging her green uniform dress up, “Slowly” commented their host.  Kim nodded and took her time tugging the forest green garment off.  She wore a training bra but didn’t have much to conceal.  
	The man Rusty stroked very blatantly his Willy, chewing on his lips and watching the pair of lovelies strip down to their panties.  He had both girls pause a moment, he had Kim step forward, turn around and walk back to the bed--then lay across it.  She patted her ass and opened her legs some.
	The other girl, Amber, walked back and forth across the room, then sat in a chair then on the floor she laid out.  Rusty’s eyes fell on her and drank her in steadily, mostly staring at her crotch area.  She was instructed to lift her legs and then bring them as far back as she could.  The angle of which then was most pleasing to Rusty, Rusty and Old Willy.
	On the bed, Kim was told, “Take ‘em down.” she complied.  She seemed a little upset but not like what Mandy would have thought.  But Mandy had come to realize she was in someplace different, or something like that.  Morals no longer seemed to be a rigid faction of societal living.  Either that or it was just another facet to her psychosis.
	Kim’s blue panties with ducks slid down to her knees.  Rusty moaned and lusted heavily.  “Pull your cheeks open, hon.” 
	Compliance!
	Rusty made more groans and began to sweat.
	Amber got the head nod and came up to the bed to join her friend, laying out on her back and being still for a moment before tugging her own simple pink panties down to her knees.
	A minute, two minutes, three minutes passed--or so it seemed.  Rusty remained with his butt to the desk, masturbating.  For three minutes or so.  The girls remained on the bed with their panties at their knees, one on her stomach with knees on the floor; the other on her back.
	Rusty finally moved, lowering his boxers as he crossed to the bed.

	Kim made subtle grunts as she was grinded against the bed covers.  She clutched the thick heavy cover, tugging in her lip and enduring the invasion to her body.  
	At length the intrusion ebbed and withdrew altogether.  The severe discomfort began to ease.  She continued to hold her emotions but could not help shed a small tear from the anguish of being deeply sodomized.
	A river of cum oozed out of the young girl’s asshole.  Rusty set back on his heels, parting the girl’s cheeks and admiring.  He lingered a moment, fondling his prick and watching until the cum stopped flowing.  He then pushed on the girl’s ass, having her go up onto the bed a little more, pooching her delightful ass up--his attention was now to her dainty hairless young cunny.
	To the inside of her thigh he pressed his lips and began to suck--placing a hicky there.  He moved up to place a hicky on each ass cheek and then began licking out her gooey asshole.
	His fingers worked the girl’s poon and up the sides of her body and soon his massive manhood was ready for Round Two.

	Round Two had the young Amber grunting and groaning.  With one hand she clutched her friend still laying beside her, her other hand held onto the wooden footboard of the great bed.  She grunted deeply as she was plowed deeply, her manly lover held his hands to her hips and moved them up and down her nude body as he fucked her.  His cock eased into her young body easily enough, but it was snug and not all that pleasing--well, leastways not to her.
	Rusty laid down on the girl, his hips still humping.  He kissed on the girl and she was surprisingly receptive.  Mandy could see the man’s ass, his hairless testicles and his manhood buried to the hilt in the girl’s vagina.
	The ordeal ended moments later with a flood of liquid love spewing from the young cunny.  Rusty continued to pump until his cock could do no more.  It laid on the swollen “lips” of the child for a few lingering moments.  Cum still spewed from both his prick as well as Amber’s cunt.  He began sucking on the girl’s nipples and fingering her pussy.
	“I have to pee.” spoke up timidly Kim.  Rusty looked to her with the showing of no emotion.  He nodded and got off of the bed and offered a hand out.  Kim took the hand and Amber was tugged along, too.  The girls walked before him and went to the hall bathroom; naked cum dripping Rusty followed them.  
	Kim sat on the toilet and quickly began to pee.  Rusty stood before her, masturbating.  His cock remained mostly limp, very limp.  It was gross and gangly and “soiled” and Kim was in no way going to suck it as she figured the man wanted her to.  
	Just as she reached for the toilet paper, the man pushed her back to whereas she was more in a proper sitting position.  He parted her legs and then angled/dangled his cock and began to pee himself.  A hot steady stream of urine splashed onto Kim’s nude chest and down into the toilet, it tickled her bald cunny and she giggled.

	A bath was drawn and all three bathed.  Mandy sat on the toilet watching them.  Not really any sexual stuff, actual bathing.  There was even discussion/talk of the sales the girls had made.  The girls spoke of hard cases who wants an extra box of cookies free, others who wanted a cheaper price and yet others who wanted credit!
	Mandy didn’t get it.  It all seemed “okay.”  she sighed, this was just one hell of a bitchin’ trip!

	After the bath, and drying off--and still no sexual impropriety; save for the blatant nudity, the three returned to the bedroom and it was Round Three!
	For Round Three cookie eater Rusty laid out on the bed and had Amber on top of him.  He caressed her dainty ass and suckled her nipples.
	“Suck my balls.” he told Kim.  Kim cinched up to the bed on her knees and placed her face firstly between Amber’s ass, then went down and began slurping/kissing/nuzzling on Rusty’s nuggets.
	After a few minutes and his cock was massively hard, “Guide it in.” and Kim knew what he meant.  She stroked the schlong, tugged the skin tight and guided the bulbous bone into Amber’s pussy.
	With hands firm on Amber’s hips the girl was worked up and down the mighty shaft.  Kim came up onto the bed and rested a bit, then came to sit on Rusty’s face.  She was licked out and when after the man had successfully cum off DEEP into Amber’s pussy--Kim had the task of cocksucking, as well as cleaning the cum from Amber’s entrance.
	Rusty enjoyed placing the girls, one at a time, on his face and having a go at long licking/sucking/slurping on their poons.  The girls laid down his body and partook to suckling his cock and working him into a frenzy.
	Each girl received his prick into her cunny, along with gobs and gobs of hot man juice.  Kim laid on him, straddling his hips for her final fuck.  There was a bit of rest so as his man thing had sufficient time to ‘recover”.  during the intermission the girls 69ed for his amusement, they sat up and masturbated, walked around the room, posing this way and that, pleasing Rusty to no end.
	Kim laid out on the bed, seeing Mr. Rusty’s schlong was stiff and ready for her.  The man tongue lashed her cunny, fingering it and sodomizing her asshole with his fingers.  He soon was finally well primed and stuffed her young snatch for a good three minute or so fuck.
	It was another bath time.
	Afterwards Rusty treated the girls to lunch!  He had leftover meatloaf with mac & cheese and homemade ice cream shakes.  All three continued to go about naked.
	When the lunch was over--the girls needed to go.  They put on their dresses, but left their panties on the floor--as a momento.  Rusty remained nude, his cock was half mast.  He paid the girls for their cookies, then paid them a “bonus” for their “cookies.”
	He hugged both and kissed them--DEEPLY!  They girls were receptive.  It occurred right at the front door, he squeezed their bodies and caressed their ass one at a time.  When he stood and it was time for the girls to really-really leave, they looked to one another and stared at Rusty’s very erect boner.  They giggled and kissed his cock, sucked on the head, sucked on his hairless balls and got a little more cum into their mouths.

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Once More with MORE Feeling
	A passage of time unaccountable.  Various “scenes” there were about her, she seemed to be merrily “wandering” about the neighborhood, peeking into various homes, following people home, etc.  She was not bound to Rusty’s abode and was free to roam about.
	On one such wandering occasion she came upon a strange scene.
	A little girl with blond curls, small body was in her room standing nude in the corner.  Her nose was pressed to the wall sniffling from the belting her mom has just given her. The girl's ass and backs of her legs were covered with red welts. She didn't understand what the big deal had been; she was just playing on the monkey bars when her mom came up a dragged  her away screaming at her about not having any underpants on under her dress.  None of the men and boys that were out at the neighborhood park were complaining, so what was the big deal?
	When they had gotten home the mommy had stripped Little Tiffany naked and made her stand up against her bed whilst being horrifically belted.  The whole time she was lashing the girl, she lectured her on how she was going to be ten the following week and should know better. When her arm finally gave out, she stuck the sobbing girl in the corner and ordered her to stay there until she came and got her. 
	That had been quite a while. Tiffany's mom, Doris,  finally returned carrying a dog collar with leash.  Onto Little Tiffany’s neck the collar went, her mother continuing to scold her; "Well young lady you have had your punishment and now you are going to learn your lesson."
	Tiffany screwed up her pretty little face as children do under the circumstances.  Her mother snapped on the leash and tugged on it for the pocket-sized preteen to follow.  She lead the child down the hall to the living room and then into the kitchen. 
	Tiffany was startled to see her two teenaged brothers and her Uncle Bernie her and Uncle Sean; all sitting at the table naked. 
	"You're going to learn what happens to little girls who show their goods." Tiffany’s mother said matter-of-factly.
	She handed the leash over to her biological brother, Sean.  The young girl's uncle took the leash in his left hand and raised his right to his mouth and moistened his index finger.  He tugged on the leash bringing the somewhat reluctant Tiffany closer to him--actually right up TO him.  Then took that finger and placed at on her teeny slit slowly working it into her child size vagina. 
	Tiffany fidgeted as the finger wormed its way into her body.  She could feel her little kitty getting squishy as the frisky digit worked in and out of the tiny opening.  It was getting harder and harder to stand still as things started getting slimly and curiously “excited” between her legs.
	"OH GOSH," she blurted as waves of pleasure seethed through her body.  The others amused themselves by simply ogling her dwarf-sized body.  Other than the stripes she had received earlier her skin was flawless and at four feet four inches and eighty pounds with shoulder length blond hair, big bright blue eyes--she was a little doll. 
	The males were all rubbing themselves as they waited their turn to get their hands on the little darling.  Tiffany did a little ogling of her own as she watched her uncle’s weener grow.  It looked way bigger than had before. 
	The uncle began finger the little girl more earnestly.  The two teen brothers opened their legs wider and blatantly masturbated.  Little Tiff had seen her brothers naked before, even with boners raging.  Before now, though, she had never been molested.  She had been “loved”, hugged while naked (including the brothers), but nothing more in the molestation realm.
	Tiffany’s Uncle Bernie tugged on the leash bringing the child down across his lap.  He held her across his lap and admired her ass.  So did he two brothers.  Uncle Bernie began fingering the girl’s tight apparently virginal asshole, the leash was relinquished some so as the child could stand up--but only partly.  The Uncle leaned back in the kitchen chair masturbating his very manly cock.
	"Uncky wants you to kiss his weenie, Sweetie.” spoke softly the mother, “Suck on it like you do you lollipops." She added.
	Little Tiffany obediently began kissing the tip of her uncle’s prong, licking it and rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown, then diddling almost expertly the piss slit.
	Tiffany had to admit it didn't taste all that bad but it was no lollipop.
	The uncle used a handful of her hair to guide he mouth back and forth along his seven inch shaft until it was heavily coated with saliva then he pulled her mouth free with a satisfying POP!  She was then lifted onto his lap with her little legs straddling him.  His manly cock nestled nicely against her nakedness.  With his hands on her hips she was pushed/glided up and down, a time or two his manhood slipped between the child’s legs and up her ass crack.  Her brothers continued to watch eagerly and continued to pound their puds.
	Soon the uncle began pushing his engorged cock into her tiny slit. 
	Tiffany's eyes grew wide with wonder as big weenie slid into her little holy.  The little girl caught on fast and was soon riding the big cock unassisted, besides it felt really good .  She clung to her uncle’s shoulders and “bounced” herself up and down taking more and more and more of the manly dong until it was ALL the way in her!
	Her juices began to flow and that big weenie had became a regular slip and slide. Soon there was warm cream shooting deep into her tiny crevice. Uncle Bernie made several facial expressions of mixed emotions.  She was continuously bounced up and down until there was no more to give.  Young Tiffany clenched up as she experienced her first orgasm.
	Uncle Sean gleamed, he stood and admired the nude little girl as she stood looking down at her newly fucked cunny.  Cum drizzled down the youngster’s legs; she pulled at her new “lips” and was in awe.
	Sean turned the girl around and had her lay back down across her other uncle’s lap.  Sean then greased up his schlong with some cooking grease, dabbed a little on the girl’s asshole, and then…
	She could feel tissue tear with every stroke as she pleaded for mercy, but found none. Being reamed in the ass was far discomforting than getting dicked in the kitty.  Fortunately the intrusion only lasted a couple of minutes.  The man gripped the girl’s hips and pounded into her DEEP.  His cock was not as long as his brother’s, he was of average size and girth.  But he slammed himself into the tight hole, jerking and straining until the very end.
	"I got to go potty!" Tiffany suddenly blurted.
	The pint-sized urchin stood with her asshole clenching as if trying to hold back a “loaf” cum running down her legs from her two dripping holes. Uncle Sean quickly took her up and placed her on the table again, this time on her back.  He spread her little skinny legs and dove face first into her pussy.  The cum was licked from her skinny legs, then he sucked and probed her tiny twat and her little rectum with his tongue. 
	"OH, OH!" Tiffany exclaimed as she suddenly farted!

	Tiffany's little butt was danced all over the table as she wiggled and squirmed from the tongue-lashing she received.  When the uncle finally stopped Tiffany was near breathless.  Her little kitty tingled more than it had ever done so before.  Both her uncles took turns licking and sucking her, probing her pussy and asshole with their fingers and tongues.  Uncle Bernie held her little tawny legs back while Uncle Sean entered her pussy with his fuck pole and fucked her into delirium.
	When he had cum a gusher load, her mother came and sucked the cum off of the pussy--and then sucked on Sean’s cum laden cock!  Tiffany didn’t understand the intricacies of illicit sex, let alone incest.  Her mother was also nude at this point.
	Into her pert sore asshole the other uncle took his turn filling.  When both men had fucked and sodomized her to their fulfillment, it was the two teenage brothers’ turn.
	Her oldest brother sixteen year old Tran felt sorry for his baby sis and leaned across the table and held her as the assault continued. Tran tried to calm her by kissing her soft lips, taking her by surprise when he pressed his tongue into her mouth. His hands explored her tender young body as the other bro fucked her defenseless little pussy.  She began to probe his mouth with her own tiny tongue and her pelvis gently gyrated from the tingling of her clit which enthused the brother fucking her.
	The discomforting pain began to subside and she was pushing herself to meet her brother’s strokes.  Waves of pleasure began to pulsate though her small body and she began to pee!  
	Tiffany was exhausted and her entire body ached from all the sex.  Thirteen-year old brother Trevor tugged at her leash dragginh her down to the floor.  She obediently followed.  She put on her hands and knees with a brother at each end.  Tran lifted his baby sister's head and pressed his weenie too her mouth.  Trevor glided his teenhood against her lovely cunt lips, poking at her gooied asshole.  Into her cunt pleasing cunt, though, he ultimately went in, grabbing her hips and rocking her to and fro.
	Tiffany was thankful the two boys were not nearly as big as her uncles were.  However they were more energetic and pounded her throat and poor little kitty like jack rabbits. In only a couple of minutes she was receiving another penis enema and her tonsils were getting white washed simultaneously.  
	Tiffany fell face first to the floor thinking her ordeal was finally over.
	It was not.  There was ONE MORE MALE in the family.
	She had just began to regain her senses completely when she noticed her mom bring Smokey the family's black lab. She had to stifle a giggle when she saw a pair of her old baby booties taped on the dog's front paws. She forgot all about giggling when her daddy lifted the big dog onto his hind legs and her mommy tugged on her leash until her face was right next to the dog's seemingly always exposed cock. 
	A confused look came over her face. 
	"Suck him!” commanded Uncle Bernie.
	The young girl was amazed to find that Smokey's weenie was almost as big as her uncles but now an experienced little cock sucker it slid right into her mouth and half way down her throat. 
	However the large black dog kept dancing around and jerking free of her mouth and spraying her face and body with a clear sticky fluid. Tiffany made quite a sight as she would try to chase down and recapture his big doggie weenie with her dainty little mouth.  Her loving family rolling on the floor in laughter as they watched the sordid sight. 
	Finally, her mother pulled the dog free and led him around to the girl's rear, then assisted him mounting and penetrating the poor little girl's already abused and sore pussy.  Tiffany could feel the 4 year old dog’s paws on her shoulders as he franticly hammering her pussy.  The small child could feel herself getting excited again, but not so much from the sex, but more from the naughtiness of the act.  Then something began too happen that stunned the child. The dog's already large doggie dick began to swell inside her child-sized vagina. 
	"Just try to relax you're going to be stuck together for quite a while.” Her mom coaxed trying to calm the child and keep her from panicking. 	Shock waves of pleasure shot through the tiny girls body as the dog did try to free himself.  During her more lucid moments she remembered all the times that she had pushed the dog from her bed and made him sleep on the floor! 
	The child was almost unconscious by the time the dog pulled free with a large pop.  She was barely aware of her family helping to her feet, or of them cleaning her up.  Her uncles of course did the job with their tongues. She was clean and somewhat refreshed. 
	Once Tiffany in control of her senses her mom sat by her and put her arm around her as she spoke softly. "Honey I know this was a harsh lesson but we had to show you what could happen with you showing your goods to strangers in the park. They might do things far worse than this too a little girl." 
	Tiffany looked at the clueless woman and replied, "But Mommy that's why I go to the park!"
	KIDS!

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Extra Curricular Activities
	It was back to school for Mandy.  There was something of being back in the house of Rusty, even in his bed!  She also saw herself in the shower with him but at length decided that she had been dreaming it.  Maybe.  
	A junior high school she came to be wandering the halls.  Nothing too out of the ordinary going on; mingling-lingering students, students caught smoking, students caught kissing and making out in a dark corner, students running amok, general stuff.
	Mandy noticed, though, the lack of posters on the walls.  At her school, her former school, there were posters on virtually all the walls, announcements, and school pride icons, trophy cases, and what not.  None that was seen at the current school.
	Mandy wondered curiously if THAT was significant.
	Was anything significant?  Did anything matter?  She kinda didn’t think so, not anymore.  Fuck it.  She couldn’t think of any reason why what was happening to her--was!  She had no idea WHY what was happening to her was.  It made no sense.  None.  There was only to simply go on with it and maybe--just fucking maybe there would be an end to it after all.
	A small group of boys pitched quarters in a janitor’s hallway.
	A long haired spacey looking teacher smoked a joint with a student.
	Three preppy looking girls spoke of the many-many ways to “get off” while “mom & dad” are away; getting it on with a candle, the soda or beer bottle with a long neck, a banana and the favorite veggie--the cucumber.
	Mandy wandered the halls listlessly, she didn’t know why.  She didn’t know what to do or where to go.  She didn’t know where she was in relation to where Rusty’s home was, she would prefer to be there.
	After a time the day of torment was over--the last bell of the day had rung and students poured out of the classes fleeing.  Except for one student lingering in a history class.
	Once more Mandy was shocked to see that it was once more her old nemesis Kristy.  The girl very muchly looked/resembled her, whether it was or not was unclear, or just someone drawn up from her mind.  
	Anyways, Kristy.  Long brown hair, sizeable breasts for a girl of thirteen, a nice face, pleasing to the eye body; wearing a slim light thin Summer dress.  She lingered by the door until the last student from the classroom and yea the hallways was empty.  Mandy took note of the class, it was NOT of the class she was familiar with from her old school.
	She noted that the color scheme seemed a bit strange, peach.  Really-really peach.  The lighting, too, seemed--peachy.  There were a bay of shaded mesh windows along the far wall, it was bright daylight outside but she could not see anything there.
	“Is there something, Ms. Kristy?” the teacher asked.
	Kristy mulled it over, wrinkled her nose, pursed her lips and sauntered back to the teacher’s desk.
	“Kinda.” Kristy asked.
	The teacher gave her a look of, “well?”
	The teacher, Hank Jonesborro, was black.  He was in his mid 40s, mostly bald, getting the midlife pudge but not overweight by any means.  He seemed stern and no non-sense, wore a wedding ring, normal teacher’s clothes, and had the look of wear of having taught school for many-many years.
	“You’re failing my class.” stated the teacher.
	Kristy nodded.
	“Your only hope at this point is summer school, if you expect to go to the 8th grade with the others.”
	It was there and then that Kristy showed panic.  “I-I cant go to summer school, Mr. J,” the thirteen year old whined, “my parents have the summer planned, we’re going away and--”
	“Then I shall see you NEXT year!” smiled the haggard black man not too inclined to the student’s plight.
	“Please, sir, there’s got to be a way.”
	“Well, you’ve done the work and done the extra credit, and you’re still just not up to the point of my being able to pass you.”
	Kristy bowed her head.  She mulled something over and clung to the light oak desk.  “Maybe some other kind of extra credit.” the girl copped.
	Then slowly, the girl began raising her dress some.  Half an inch at first.  She leaned onto the desk, staring at the open grade book, the history books, the family photos of Mr. J’s family.
	Mr. Jonesborro leaned back in his matching light oak chair, mulling, furling his lips and eyeing the girl’s offering.  Her summer dress had come up enough to reveal nicely tanned thighs.  Tilting his head some he could see the girl’s blue panties.  He began to sweat, a bead of sweat formed on his bare black upper lip as well as encircled his bald noggin.
	Casually he massaged his growing bone and he nodded his head.
	“What’s it worth?” Kristy asked.
	Jonesborro reached out and lifted the dress, patted the ass and licked his nervous lips.  Kristy held her dress up to her waist, then tugged a side of her panties down to expose ass flesh.
	Jonesborro let out a long low moan.
	“I-I-I could give it, er, you-you a “C”, a strong-very strong “C”, yes.”
	Kristy bowed her head, pursed her lips, flared her nose and looked to the back of the room.  ’Fuck.’ she said to herself.  ’Fuck, fuck, fuck!’
	She sighed and tugged the other side of her panty down.
	Jonesborro patted the bare ass and parted a cheek, digging a finger into the semi willing asshole.  
	“A “B”, perhaps, I can make it a “B”, yes, I can do that.” he said smiling with wavering lips.  His gaze was thoroughly focused on the girl’s goods.
	Kristy was beginning to fume.
	‘Christ Almighty Damn!’
	“I need an “A”,” she said defiantly.
	“That will cost you a great deal more, Ms. Kristy.” then, “To pass my class you need the “A” and then some.”
	“Whatever it takes.”
	“Be careful, be sure of what you say is what you want.” he warned.
	“I know what I said and I know what I want.”
	Jonesborro continued to rub the girl’s ass, parting the cheeks and diddling the asshole and well as slinking a finger down to the girl’s pussy.
	The history teacher stood and worked his hands up and down the girl’s body, working her panties down while Kristy worked her dress off.  She undone her bra and then she was nude.
	Jonesborro positioned her onto the desk, laying her across it.  He then went to his knees and placed his face between her cheeks.  Kristy clung to the edge of the desk and endured.  She didn’t seem 100% into the deed, but it was a necessary deed to be done, she needed the “A” and that was all there was to it.

	“OH!  OH! OOOOOOOOOH!” her cries went out in dramatic fashion as she held onto the desk.  Her breasts were mashed down on the grade book and other class assignment papers. 
	Behind her Mr. Joneseborro rammed his manhood into her ass.  A time or two he would pull out and spank her ass flesh, grind up and down her crack and then tease her sopping wet cunny--before plunging himself into her rim and fucking her into oblivion.
	A great wash of love cream erupted from his invading prong and filled her anal cavity.  Kristy could feel it, or at least she gave that impression.  She was glad he was done, or so she hoped.  He continued to pump off in her asshole, slowing down and not being so rough as he had been.  He strained and made small noises himself.
	Kristy turned her head to the open door of the classroom, there stood a janitor; smiling, leering, grinning, masturbating.  Kristy turned her head to divert her attention.  She wasn’t into tired old black janitors jerking off.  
	Jonesborro finally pulled out of her ass and sat in his chair.  He huffed and chuffed, massaged his black pole and continued to keep his eyes on Kristy’s lily white ass.  He patted it and pulled the cheeks to watch his love cream ooze out of her glory hole.  Kristy clenched somewhat involuntarily and forced more of the milky goo out of her body.  She began to relax; that was until Mr. Jonesborro began finger fucking her asshole and stuffing her cunny with his thumb.
	Once more she focused on the maps on the back wall and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long before Jonesborro once more stood up and came to her hind end.  He smoothed his hands over her rump and hips and then pulled her up, turned her, then laid her back down.  Kristy (and Mandy) knew what was going to happen nextly.
	If it weren’t the need so badly for the “A” she would have settled for the “C” offered earlier.  Jonesborro’s cock was strong again.  He nestled it against Kristy’s furry twat and glided it up and down.  Kristy’s eyes fluttered, she clutched once more the desk top and waited.

	Mandy watched the dirty old black man (the janitor) jerking his pud at the door.  Jonesborro had nodded to him while he fucked the hapless Kristy.  Kristy flopped about on the desk as she was laid, Jonesborro plowed into her and gave her a good doinking--fast and furiously.  Once or twice, maybe three times during the fuck, Jonesborro pulled out and humped the girl’s pussy.  Once he lifted her legs and Kristy held them at the knees while he took a stab at her fresh fucked asshole.  A few pumps in the glory hole and he was back to finishing off in her cunt.
	Both succumbed to orgasm.  Kristy tried to keep mum about it and not be so vocal or show that much enthusiasm about getting laid by her history teacher.  But the sensations were too incredible to ignore and not be invigorated by them.
	Once more Jonesborro settled in his chair.  Kristy remained on the desk, sticky and wet and reeling excitement from her cunny.  She frigged her box and hoped it would settle down soon.
	A quiver of orgasmic shudders riveted thru her.  The shivers came more and more and soon she realized she was cumming.  Her fingers danced on her clit and she couldn’t stop the flow of bliss.
	Suddenly, the old black janitor loomed up, his pants were down and his black pole was hard, cum dripped from its piss slit.  He was in his 60s and Kristy was not into fucking old men--or having them fuck her.  But she didn’t have a choice.  Jonesborro had “invited” him and came around to Kristy’s head, holding her arms and humping her head with his near flaccid cock.
	Frank Merlon glided his aged cock up and down Kristy’s entrance then made no bones about it and simply stuffed her.  “Oh God!” Kristy called out.  Her eyes fluttered, she shuddered uncontrollably and received the full length of the 65 year old black man’s cock.

I Never Knew That About You
	The various bathrooms provided some lackluster entertainment; boys peeing, jerking off while they peed, checking out another dude’s dong, smoking joints and sucking off one another in private stalls.  In the girls’ johns pretty much the same; girls smoking, smoking joints, dropping LCD, fingering banging themselves and one another and in a private stall two fourteen year old girls smooched.
	The day of school was over but there were those extracurricular activities that bound some students to linger.  In a stairwell landing an 8th grade boy and a 7th grade girl made out--seriously.  The girl wore a Sun Dress that was thin and light and almost off of her body.  No panties, no bra.  The boy had his cock out and the girl masturbated it.  Mostly they were in a kissing mode and Mandy moved on.
	In the girls’ gym not much going on there, some girls in cheerleader outfits, minus their undergarments, two girls in the showers ran their wash rags between their legs, two girls in  a lone mostly darkened locker aisle 69ed on a bench.
	Mandy moved on.
	There was more interest in the boys’ locker room.  All the boys present for a football and basketball workout/practice were naked.  Mandy was enthused.  Highly.  Hard cocks, off to the side hanging cocks, cocks hanging straight down; cocks that were mere inches while soft, cocks that were half a foot while soft.  Some boys had hard-ons and masturbated blatantly while joshing with others.
	In a closed coaches’ office serious business was going on.
	A young naked youth stood receiving some whacks to his bare ass.  What his offence was was not known, not to Mandy anyways.  Three coaches all took turns with a racquet ball paddle whacking the 7th grader.
	When the third coach had gotten in his five whacks to the young boy’s bare ass, down came the three men’s red coach shorts and underwear.  All three had boners.  The boy was pushed to his knees and force fed man cock.  He sucked and sucked and gagged, choked, retched, heaved, and sucked some more until his mouth was filled with cum.
	The coach then pulled out and splashed a little more onto the young man’s face, having the boys suck on hairy nuggets, too.  Each coach got off into the boy’s mouth; by then, the first coach who had gotten the forced blowjob was hard again.  The cum soaked lad stood and was fondled, his ass squeezed and finally bent over.  The other two men held the thirteen year old at the shoulders while their fellow comrade rammed the boy’s asshole.
	Each coach took his turn.
	When done the naked VERY cum soaked boy was pushed out of the office and to the showers.  Five very large fourteen year old boys surrounded him--and gave him a shower.  A golden shower.
	Mandy moved on some more.

                                                 *****

	She found she was able to actually leave the school.  Big deal, she didn’t know where she was or where to go.  Not that it mattered.  She knew she was unseen, she wasn’t walking, and she had no need for food or drink or to go to the bathroom.
	A ghost, phantom, an entity, something like that.  A lost soul.
	It was bright day anyways, she paid little attention to the cars and trucks and buses.  There were students from the nearby school and there was little attention to them, as well.
	She scurried on like she had someplace to go, easing into a neighborhood that sort of seemed familiar.  Nothing was for sure or certain.  She continued wandering aimlessly until she felt the need or yearn to poke her nose into a 2-story abode.
	It was white with yellow trim.  BIG trees in the front yard, a small backyard.  Nothing too out of the ordinary, but that didn’t mean anything.  Easily she found herself inside.  A nice home--very nice, modern furniture, family photos and portraits on the walls, a den with a library, tv, fireplace, snuggle couch, and computer.
	At first she thought no one home.
	Then a woman came out from the garage with a basket of laundry.
	Just then Mandy felt there were others in the house, close by, doing something naughty.  The woman with the basket load came to the stairs and made her way up.  Mandy followed.
	Somewhere in transit along the short stairs to the second floor Mandy caught a flash-glimpse of some serious hanky panky going on.  Focusing she saw a young boy about fifteen--butt bare assed naked fucking a girl about the same age equally butt bare assed naked!
	They were going hard at it with the boy on top.  Mandy didn’t know if the boy was the son of the mother or the girl was the daughter.  The woman lugged the basket of clothes and Mandy noted jeans, shirts, and boys underwear.
	She smiled.
	The woman came to the door and gently opened it as it was a clumsy thing to do to opening a door and carrying a load.  Only slightly did the door open--it was a boy’s room and was heavily cluttered with crap; some (and most) of which blocked the full opening of the door.
	The mother got the full view of the naughtiness on the bed.
	The two doing the naughty on the bed were too involved in their naughtiness to notice the intrusion.  And instead of the mother freaking out and causing a scene, among other things, she backed away.  But not totally.  She careful set the basket load of laundry down and peered cautiously into the bedroom.
	She licked her lips and found herself becoming “aroused” as she watched her teenage son having sex.  The boy was on top, she got the full viewing of his cock and slapping balls, naked ass, and penetration into his girlfriend, Holly.
	The two lovers humped and humped and the mother being sneaky in the hall began to finger herself--unawares.  She only became awares when the two teen lovers turned over.  Holly on top; her lover, Brad, squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart--thusly allowing the peeking mother to see absolute vaginal penetration.  Juices flowed all over the place.
	The mother gently closed the door and leaned against the wall, it was then she found herself friggin herself.  She grew flush and dashed away to her own room.  She stripped off her clothes and dashed into the master bath whereupon she discovered she was “wet.”  very wet.
	She frigged herself into a furor and then flopped onto her bed, shucking her blouse and bra--she then got busy masturbating and bringing herself to ultimate climax.  
	Back with Brad and Holly, the two lovers had fucked their fill and while Brad rested, Holly fondled Brad’s cunt pleasing cock and then sucked on it.  She soon moved her furry twat onto his face and they 69ed for a while.

	Brad and Holly laid in love for a while, resting, fondling, kissing.  Brad’s cock had done its all for the time being--despite Holly’s best efforts (her very best) to get him re-aroused.  They listened to some strange music, kissed and snuggled some more--Mandy couldn’t believe a boy who would actually be okay with “snuggling.”  she knew then that she had to be in some sort of fucked up dream world.
	Holly commented on the time, “It’s getting late.” she had to go.
	Brad seemed to have one more “play” he was holding, but it centered on his cock cooperating.  Which it wasn’t.  Holly actually took the hint and went down on him, nuzzling his balls and once more planting her pussy onto his face.  This time, though, Brad spent most of his licking time on diddling the girl’s asshole.
	Holly though intrigued was timid about the deed; she clenched up and made it subtly clear--glory hole no-go.
	Brad, though, was not put off.  Holly’s wrangling of his cock DID manage to get him stiff, again.  Wriggling about he repositioned Holly to whereas his stiffy was poised to take a stab at her no-go hole…
	Then the front door was heard to slam.
	Brad had brothers--they had come home.

Abounding Love (Cream)
	There was another unaccountable passage elapse of time.  It was the same time period and Mandy was still in the same house.  It was late evening, the mommy was preparing dinner, there was a male fatherly figure building something electrical for a science project for one of the three sons.  Brad from earlier ducked out with the second oldest sibling and they made their way into the basement on an errand for their mother.	
	A conversation ensued, the second oldest sibling inquiring about the afternoon’s antics.
	“What did you do?” he asked eagerly.
	“What DIDn’t we do!?” jeered his brother.  A light came on and the boys rummaged thru some boxes in a search for something.  
	“What was it like?”
	Brad rolled his shoulders, there were no words he could come up with to describe it.  “It was great!” he finally blurted.  “It was like a real good piss.” he said, “But a hundred times better!”
	“Oh man!”
	Brad stood up from rummaging and leaned against a support post, fondling recalling the afternoon’s tryst, and fondling himself.  His younger brother by a year and a half stood awkwardly watching.  “Tell me about it.” he said, cautiously and timidly massaging his own growing bulge.
	Surprisingly Brad did so.  Soft nipples, a little hair covering her pussy, soft skin, she smelled good, and gave good head.
	“She sucked your DICK!?” exclaimed Brian.
	“Oh yeah!” Brad sat on a sturdy box massaging his bulging bulge more earnestly, “She sat on my face and sucked--”
	“She SAT ON YOUR FACE!?” Brian was about out of his mind, his cock was about out of his pants.
	Brad continued and finally could stand it no longer--he unfurled his prick and began to jerk it.  His younger bro did likewise, massaging his young prick, squeezing his balls and all.
	“Holy shit, dude!” exclaimed the young sib, “you went off in her mouth!”
	“Yep!” gleamed the first born.  He continued to feed his astute listener with every nuance of the afternoon’s naughtiness.
	“Oh man!” the boy let out, “I’ve gotta get laid!” he pounded his puddling furiously.  “What was it like going up her ass?”
	Brad was going to lie but blurted out that Holly wouldn’t let him.
	The two boys went on happily wanking their rods and discussing what it might be like to fuck a butt or to BE fucked in the butt.  They continued their banter until their cocks were at the critical point of blast off.
	Neither boy, though, wanted to merely blast off via the work of their hands.  Some sort of bodily-orifice penetration was required.
	Though the boys were brothers apparently neither had done anything incestuously illicit with one another.  Until now.  At first, timidly, the boys measured their weenies--comparing them whilst rubbing them against each other.  This only intensified their growing lust.
	“Suck my cock!” splurted Brian.
	“No fucking way!”
	“Suck me and I’ll let you fuck my ass!”
	Brad reared back, he would rather sodomize his girlfriend, but a hole was a hole was a hole.  And cocksucking was cocksucking!
	Though he seemed to not really be into the deed of sucking his brother’s cock, Brad nonetheless did a good job.  He got into the deed, timidly at first he sucked on the head.  Then, he got a little more involved and began devouring the entire shaft.
	Brian pumped into his brother’s mouth, “Yeah!  Yeah!  Suck me, bitch!” he pumped faster and worked his brother’s head back and forth.
	“Sweet!” Brain said as his older brother slurped the entire prong; his hands came instinctively to Brian’s bare ass and he sucked his fill and got young brotherly boy juice as a result.
	He didn’t care for it, either.  He coughed and sputtered and couldn’t understand how a girl did it and liked it.
	He spat out the gross goo and sat back massaging his tool.  Brian sat back massaging his.  After a moment or two, Brad looked onto his young sib, “Turn around, bitch!”
	Brian sighed, there was a downswing to the upswing.  His asshole tightened and he was not really so enthused about being plugged.  He did, though, wonder curiously what it would be like.
	Penetration came not easily.  Brad had to lube up his cock with spittle and work his brother’s asshole with his finger before re-attempting the incestuous deed.  For both of them the act was intense.  Brian’s young anus was incredibly tight and very-very virginal.
	Several minutes were taken just on the preliminary penetration.
	But there WAS penetration.
	Brad’s skin slapped/smacked against his brother’s lily white skin, his balls swung furiously and went snug during the full insertion.  Brian worked his own crank and for several minutes the boys enjoyed their unionship.
	They were interrupted by their mother opening the door and yelling down to them, “What the hell are you two doing?” she did not see them naked having sex.  The boys scrambled and through their clothes on then made feeble attempts and locating what they had been sent down to locate.

	Shortly after dinner the father left for work.  Mandy missed what work he did but he was a Suit nevertheless.  The boys played some in the backyard, did some chores, watched some tv with their mother and younger brother, then made for their room for the doing of the homework.  They shared the room with their younger sib; he came along half an hour later.  Both Brad and Brian were hot and ready to fuck and suck some more, reversing the roles from the basement incident earlier.  They waited, though, until the younger sib fell off to sleep in his bed.
	For no other reason than just simply fucking because, Brian pulled his sleeping brother’s covers down, and then worked his pajamas down.  Tis after a conversation with the older sib, “I bet we could sit on HIS face!”
	The boys joshed one another, discussing how deeply their young brother DID sleep.  They worked his clothes down and toyed with his seven year old penis, tugged on his testicles, and laid their cocks on his sweet handsome little face; Brad forcing his cock into his little brother’s mouth!
	The boys were ready to try sodomizing their young sib when they heard their mother coming.  Quickly they through the covers back up, his clothes still down.  They themselves barely had time to get their pajamas bottoms up before the mother waltzed in.

	Later that night Brian was awakened by a strange noise.  He sat up in his bed, he and his little erection, and listened.  The sound was gone.  He thought it was his imagination, a dream.  His brothers slept soundly, Brad farted.  He was lightly humping his bed.  Brain laid back down and gently fondled himself back to sleep.
	Come the new morning Brad and Brian at the breakfast table watching their mother.
	“Did you hear last night?” grinned Brad.
	“Hear what?” 
	“Mom!” Brad said with high giddiness.
	Brian looked confused, Brad offered no explanation; he chuckled to himself and rubbed the heal of his hand to his bulge.  His pajamas were thin, no underwear, and his cock was ready for action.
	Their mother was in a separate room busy with the making of breakfast and chatting to her little suck up helper, Bobby--Brad and Brian’s baby brother who was a serious sound sleeper.
	“Brian, I dare to do me.” grinned Brad.  He was having a time, grinning and carrying on.  Brian looked to his dimwit sibling, “Are you fucking crazy?  Mom’s right there!” she was there, but secluded off into the kitchen.  The sliding bar door was closed so there was no immediate viewing into the breakfast/dinning room.  (the door to and from those rooms was open, though--there actually WAS no door, just a frame.)
	Brad leaned back in his chair and fished out his cock.
	“Suck it, bitch!” he joshed his brother, he still grinned and was in a very giddy mood.  Brian gulped and couldn’t believe what he was going to do.  It was too risky, but he did it anyways and gobbled on his brother’s dick.
	Brad forced his prick into his brother’s mouth, holding his head down and jamming every inch of his five inch cock into his brother’s orifice.  “Suck me!  Suck me, suck me, suck me!”
	Brian complied and Brad nearly orgasmed.
	Little Bobby made a sudden appearance, Brian bopped his head on the underside of the table and sat up, Brad shot of wad of hot goo out of his prick, blasting most of it onto the underside of that same table.  He continued jerking off until he was depleted.
	“What are you doing?” asked Bobby.  He hadn’t seen what was going on but was wise enough to figure out the older sibs were doing something.  He carried a communal bowl of hot cereal and sat it down eyeing his brothers cautiously.
	After breakfast the boys made for their room where they changed clothes and prepped for the day of more schooling.  Brad and Brian eyed their young sib as he stood naked changing into new clothes.  Brad got another hard-on.
	Mandy lingered in the house, the mother showered, masturbated, dressed in good clothes and left for the day.  Mandy continued to linger and roam the house but eventually left.  She saw no house numbers and hoped noting the large trees in the yard would give her a landmark so as to have someplace to come back to.
	She hoped she could relocate Rusty, he was fun.  There was a feeling she had that she was close to him.  She went with that feeling and slowly drifted up the street.
	She came to the end of a street whereupon she would have to cross to the next block.  She took note of the street sign.  It was blank.  Both street signs on the pole were blank.  It gave Mandy the willys.  She didn’t like that.  THAT was sign, of what she didn’t know.  Peering to her left she saw what appeared to be very-very strange.  Very.
	It was like one of those paintings, or drawings showing a distance, a street, road, or a series of phone poles going off into a distance and how the poles get smaller, the road narrows; showing depth.  
	There, too, was the blending of both sides of the street, narrowing down to a point of greenish light that pulsed.  Mandy grew frightened.  This was not good.  It was the same on the right and it was the same as the left.  Behind her seemed still to be good, though--normal.  Before her, too.
	“Okay, fine--so I won’t go left or right!” she told herself and marched across the street…
	And into evening fall.
Harsh Lessons
	It had been mid morning Mandy had felt, then crossing the street to the next block it was suddenly evening.  Looking back across the street she had crossed it was evening, lights were on and it was dark.  She wondered if she should go back across--and if she did would it be midmorning again.
	She doubted it, but wasn’t sure.  And her fright prevented her from doing so.  ‘No going back,’ she thought, ‘just forward.’ a jillion infamous words of wisdom began to fill her mind, words she never paid any attention to from her parents, friends, teachers, fortune cookies.
	She sighed and continued drifting along.

	She didn’t have to drift long before she felt a sensation within her.  A curiosity.  It was stronger as she floated along sidewalk.  White picket fences, open yards, waist high brick fences, hedge rows marked the homes on the block.  She moved near listlessly along to the point of where there was a police car parked with its lights flashing in front of a nice two-story home.  Going up the walkway was a police officer escorting a young teenage boy.	
	Mandy drifted up close and the officer rang the bell.
	Seconds later and the door opened.  A man and a woman were there, they stared at the boy and nodded to the officer that indeed he WAS their son.  (but not for very much longer!)
	The boy was fifteen, not too tall, average size for his age though all around.  Blond hair in a strange style of defiance against the norm, and a gold earring.  His parents looked stern and not too happy about the circumstances.  There were other children in the house, two boys and a girl.
	The officer explained that the Zach had been with a small group of other boys tossing bricks at a greenhouse.  And they succeeded in doing the intentional, breaking many windows.  Zachary claimed, though, that the intention was to merely lob/toss the bricks OVER the greenhouse.
	Right.
	No one believed that one, not even Zachary!
	The officer said no charges would be filed, provided the cost of the glass be paid--in full.  Zach’s dad said it would be taken care of, the officer said goodnight and left.  Zach wanted to go with the officer.
	He was yelled at and slightly roughed up and thrown against a wall--his dad was slightly pissed.  “Get yer ass upstairs!” the man yelled.  He was only a head taller than he quickly growing son, in his mid 40s, well groomed and well masculine.  
	The man and his wife were upset and talked about the boy and his teen years and how they didn’t think he was gong to survive them.  The other children were trying to be nosey but were shooed away by their parents.  And at length the mother took them into the living room while the father bounded up the stairs.
	A heated argument ensued, mostly the father trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his son.  The son yelled back and it got ugly.  Then, at the apex the father jerked his son to his bed, “Get ‘em down.” he said firmly.
	“Fuck you!” the boy shouted.
	BAM!  The boy was punched in the stomach and then harshly-harshly slapped across the face, then thrown to the floor.
	“I don’t believe I heard you, what did you say?”
	“Y-yes, sir.” the boy blurted, spitting some blood.  Both sides of his semi-handsome face was swollen.  Timidly and nervously he stood and undone his pants.  Down they came along with his underwear.  He turned around while his dad removed a dress belt from his trousers.
	The boy leaned over some, hands on his knees, his clothes at his knees.  The belting commenced and the resounding sounds even made Mandy jump.
	After five very hard harsh swats the boy was pushed to the bed.  He rubbed his searing ass, many welts had come to the boy’s ass, he sobbed and cussed, and then pulled his cheeks open.  His father lowered his own clothes and stroked a massive cunt pleasing seven-incher.  He went down and positioned himself and began the task of sodomy.
	He wasn’t too gentle about it, either.
	He humped and pumped and fucked the boy for several minutes until finally unloading.  He came hard and dramatically, straining to get every bit of the orgasmic feeling there was.  After pulling out of his son’s hole the boy’s still searing ass flesh was spanked some more--this time around with his dad’s cock.
	Cum squirted out and anointed the boy’s burning flesh and as the manly dong began to soften, the boy was wrenched around and force fed the funky prick in his mouth.  The boy wailed and tried in vain not to gobble cock; he was held firmly and slapped silly.  Deliriously the boy sucked his dad’s fuck stick and was anointed with liquid love moments later.
	“Now, motherfucker, got anything else to say?” his angered dad asked as he pulled out and away.
	The words, ‘No, asshole’ were etched on the boy’s cum laden mouth, but he didn’t say anything except, “No, sir.”
	“Yer ass is grounded for a week, no school, no activities.  You’ll stay in this room every day for seven days.”
	“The truck rally this weekend!” complained the boy still sitting on his bed rubbing his ass and face.
	“Tough shit, you shoulda thought of that when you were hurling bricks!”
	“God-fucking-damn it!”
	POW!  Round two--some kids just don’t learn!