August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 9
Still Spying

Fixed & Dilated
	The power of the mind (implant) was indeed deemed dangerous.  It was inconceivable its potential potential.  It COULD be used for Good, but that was not the possessor’s destiny.  A quiet life like Cousin Seth had would not be Forrest’s.  Seth’s doings with his family were somewhat different, it was immoral and controlled--so it WAS similar in fashion.  But for Forrest, his “control” measures were more stringent.
	He was most curious about the manner in which Seth had in “controlling” his family.  It was a back-up notion for himself, just in case the Minding Abilities once more should fail him.  And in lieu of temple diodes, Forrest sought favor with simple dog collars.  They were fashionable and trendy for the young peoples of the day so no one in the public would give them over scrutiny.
	Both Forrest as well as Seth knew and understood the seriousness of the complications of their devices.  Each had the potential of going to the ultimate extreme.  They were unstoppable.  The desires of their heart, soul, mind, and especially “cock” took precedence over all and damn the consequences.  They would heed not to the calling of morals, anything would go--and often did.
	And it went beyond that, at least ways for Forrest with his unnatural abilities--to transpose his desires, his notions to his Subjects so that they were juxtaposed with the Subject’s moral code and ethics--which generally was overridden and disposed of--allowing the Sexual Desire to take prime seat and carry on.
	He had done it many times.
	How successful it was he did not overly know, he was never around long enough to find out.  But he had “touched” many minds, corrupting them, instituting new ideas and notions in regards to sex and sexology.  Not just bringing down barriers of just morals but obliterating them totally!
	So it was for Adam Warner.
	Cumming onto his sister’s nearly nine year old ass was one thing.
	Getting her to suck the head of his nearly nineteen year old cock was another.  So was laying his nearly nineteen year old prick against her cunny and humping the beejesus out of it (until he came.)  He had, too, laid his pipe on her chest and humped, she was flat chested with only the bare hint of nipples--her friend Allison, however, was already in the “training” mode.
	And speaking of Allison--she, too, got drenched with cum; her asshole was soiled with a gob of the man juice as well as her cunny which Adam’s tongue had licked and licked until it wore out!  Then he fingered it and closely examined it before applying his hardened dong and humping madly.
	No penetrations--only to their mouths.
	Both girls received his near manly prick, humping against their sweet faces until he squirted his love juices.  Neither girl really liked the “taste” of the love cream, but would soon learn to do so.  Adam enjoyed tonguing the two, their dainty little pussies and assholes.  Desperately he wanted to fuck them, to sink his cock into their dainty little pussies AND assholes…
	It was not the morality issue, or the sibling thing in regards to incest and whatnot, they were young and too close to him.  He didn’t want to hurt them.
	‘but if there were not?  What if there were some OTHER girl, one you do not know?’
	Adam nodded (inside) Yes.  Not just Yes, but HELL YES!  He would commit the most heinous of crime, sexual proliferation to satiate damnedable lust.  Rape, in other words.  And age (and even sex) didn’t matter.
	And he had an extensive List of Desirables, too.
	Most notably some teachers at his school, some teachers at his sister’s school.  Some close friends of his, close friends of his sisters (other than Allison.)  Some girlfriends and sisters (and aunts!) of some close friends of his own.  School mates, girls and even some boys.  That went for girls and boys at his sister’s school, too!
	And his mom.
	There was naught to do but to help the boy, seemed the thing to do.
	Inasmuch as there had been the dealing with disrupting the morality wall involving his sister and Allison, so to it was there deeply entrenched in regards to his mother.  She was a fine woman, upstanding, university grad, earned a decent income to support her family and care for their future.  She was a good looker, too.  Very good.
	Long was it that Adam had fantasized about sinking his bone into her.  It was just a fantasy so he saw no harm in it.  He had a pair of her panties, sometimes he traded off--when he had soiled one garment enough he rinsed it out and tossed it into her dirty clothes hamper and snagged another pair.  Sometimes another pair she had tossed recently!
	But he knew there would be no real chance of him scoring with his mother.  He had thought his chances of scoring with Mallory and/or Allison were pretty nil, too.  But he thought that with them there was a better chance than that of getting it with his mom!
	There, too, was his aunt.  SHE was a looker.  Trim, tall, slender, wore tight fitting dresses or slacks or jeans.  She hailed from Texas and her southern drawl enthralled him.  She was a flirter, too--and always flirted with Adam, sending him to his bathroom whereupon he commenced a glorious bout of jerking off.
	Ms. Krane, his 5th period English teacher and Ms. Mavis his 7th period math teacher he fantasized at great lengths about.  Ms. Kane was merely ten years older than he, Ms. Mavis was twice that, but still--both he deeply wanted to see nude, sitting on his face, on his cock…
	Ms. Rita was another who filled his mind, and cock--she was Mallory’s homeroom teacher and sometimes when he went to pick Mallory up to walk her home--Ms. Rita semi flirted with him, too.  She was in her late 20s, very nice, appeared to be even younger than she looked--was perky and had a high pitched voice--it was not her own, she had the ability to change her voice to different “characters”.  it was a teaching aid and Adam enjoyed it.
	A few of his sister’s friends filled his mind, too.
	Allison had two sisters, one older and one younger.
	Easily Adam could pick out a dozen girls from his own class, another dozen in the junior class, a handful in the other two classes (sophomore and freshman).  A girl who was a college girl who worked the cash register at a popular teen hangout he desired--deeply.  Two college aged girls down the block, a girl he knew at his mother’s workplace--she was just out of college and had the biggest set of knockers he had ever seen!
	And then his co-worker.  Above all the girls on his mind, Bonna filled his soul; he would forgo all others if only the chance to screw Bonna.
	And there was his so-so Not Giving it Up Until We’re Married girlfriend.  He wanted to see her naked, tied up, and “presenting” so as he could spank the dickens out of her, then fuck the cum out of her later on.  She knew he was pent up and couldn’t/wouldn’t even give him a decent blowjob--not even a simple hand job!
	After his cock had had a time with Mallory and Allison, Adam was spent.  He went off to his room and laid out on his bed mindless.  For Mallory and Allison, more cum dressing was to come.  Very mindless they were rendered, they still were not breeched--not yet.  They were spanked, fingered, humped, probed, licked, and cum on--but not breeched.
	The girls were put thru their paces--cunt licking one another.  They were taught a few “other” positions before their minds were “doctored”; to accept the naughtiness from Adam and to keep it to themselves.  It took a solid hour for the input to root and become ‘law.’  Half and hour on each girl.  Then, thereafter, they were readily available and susceptible to Adam’s desires--as well as each others.
	They bathed together and then laid out on Mallory’s bed, naked, together for a peaceful relaxing snooze.  Forrest and Seth did likewise…

	Try as he could, Adam could not “willingly” shag his mother.  The desire to do so was there and it was strong.  But the follow-thru was a difficult bridge to cross.  He agonized so that at length the desire faded and he settled for humping on Mallory to satisfy his lust.  She was more willing and her face resembled his mother anyways.
	When he had soiled her young cunny with his cream, he sat back and diddled his cum spurter into the goo, then his fingers.  He placed both to Mallory’s mouth and got her to lick them clean.  She still did not overly like the salty taste of the milky substance, but did the deed of “cleaning” just the same.
	Allison had had dinner with the family and then went home.
	The mother of Adam and Mallory had prepared the dinner, yapped to her family, then took a shower before laying out on her bed--nude.  It wasn’t her idea, though she generally DID lay out naked.  She usually slipped on a simple nightgown--no undies.  Sometimes if it was chilly a robe would accompany.  It had indeed been “awhile” since she had gotten laid.  She didn’t care, sometimes she frigged herself, sometimes she used a small dildo.  
	She thought of sex, but not with Adam.  Her sexual notions were of men her age and men she knew.  Sex with her son was just not on her mind.  Well, at least it didn’t used to be…
	
	The following day was Saturday.  Forrest and Seth did a barbeque, lightly shagged their families, Forrest spent more time dinking with Seth’s family for added “insurance” and Seth dinked with his diodes implanting them into trendy dog collars for cousin Forrest’s “insurance.”
	They played cards, shagged the kids and Dora May, slept some and played cards some.  It was a lazy day, Forrest mostly slept, easing off using his Minding Abilities.  His own family cargo had integrated with Seth’s and all was one big happy gangbanging family!

The Shepherd’s Flock
	The following day was Sunday.  Most folk in a small country town did what was expected of them--they attended church.  The Breene were not church goers.  It was a day of rest.  (it was one of the few times/days that Seth did not sexually enjoy his family!)
	But that wasn’t to say others did…
	At the local church there was much ado about hanky & panky.
	Adam Warner and his sister were there, along with Allison.  The mother of Adam and Allison was there, too.  She was--lovely, dressed up in Sunday best she was VERY fuckable.  But then--so were many of the young ladies, girls, teens, women, etc. in the congregation.  Fuckable--very fucking fuckable.
	There were SOOOOOOOOO many choices.  So many.  Delectable delicacies of every age and size.  Mostly white meat but some Asian fare, too; a few Dark Meat lovelies, and a couple of Native Americans thrown in for good measure.
	Forrest kept tabs on Adam.  His sister and best friend had scooted off to their own Kids Church & Choir.  Adam himself hung with his dweeb friends indecisive about actually going to their Sunday School class or ditching and going elsewhere.
	For Adam, seeing Amanda Gable sent his mind into a blur.  Amanda Gable was very pretty, she was 18, he had a class at his school with her, she looked good in whatever she wore.  He sometimes brought her to mind when he jerked off.  He deeply imagined her sucking on his cock, pulling away and having his cum shoot onto her face.
	Amanda was with some fellow friends (girls).  The time to shoo and get to their Sunday classes was upon them and most were dispersing to do so.  Amanda cut away from her small group and made way down a hall just inside the main sanctuary.
	‘Follow her, stupid!’
	Adam easily skated away from his dweeb friends and “followed” Amanda.  
	Down a hall and to a door marked “Study Group Two”.
	It was unoccupied and only filled during the weeknights.
	Inside were small private study tables, some desks, book cases, chairs, and at one end a cozy living room scene complete with fireplace, bean bags, sofas, etc.
	Amanda moved to the sofa and stood at one end.  She wore a nice mid thigh dress outfit, blue with white dots.  Her young body was trim, her long straight brown hair was luscious and hung loosely about her body.
	A nice rack she had, too; lovely set of twin mid size “B”s, a very trim body, perfectly forming, a long narrow face that erupted into a cock warming smile.  She didn’t acknowledge Adam’s presence as he slipped in shutting the door behind him.
	If he thought Amanda Gable’s body was something in her clothes, she was something else out of them.  Beyond his comprehension, Amanda eased off her dress.  Blue stripped panties, hi-cut and snug fitting.  A powder blue bra that barely concealed her twin lovelies.  A mostly tan body, too.
	A small outcry came from Adam.  A moan.  His cock which was normally in the “off-mode” while at Services, was instantly hard.  His mind was mostly (mainly) mindless.  Was it a fantasy or something else?  He didn’t know--didn’t care.
	‘Just go with it, stupid!’
	So he did.
	Amanda removed her bra and then turned about, her dark brown eyes appeared glassy.  She sat on the overstuffed arm of the sofa and then slid down into the sofa itself, her legs draped over the arm.  Her legs opened and Adam peered, staring at her crotch.  It was nice.  Very nice.  Her panties (still on) snuggly fit tight.  Cum juice again began to spill inside his underwear.  (again)
	Slowly Amanda tugged her panties off, when they were at her knees Adam took them on off.  The girl’s legs parted and she was nude.  He stared at her cunny--it was lovely--simply fucking lovely.
	On the cushions of the non-descript sofa there were coffee and soda stains, some soup and salad dressing stains, trapped farts, hidden popcorn kernels, and after Adam’s visit--new stains.  Cum stains.  (and blood.)  
	Amanda was a virgin.
	Adam was horny.
	He had munched the fresh cunny, flicking his tongue all about the sensitive “lips” and tonguing out the pert tight funk hole next door.  He could stand it no more, though; he wasn’t much into foreplay.  He was too pent up.  He mounted the teen and guided his prong into her.  There was some resistance but dire determination prevailed and she was resistant no more.
	A torrent of orgasmic juice filled Amanda.  Both teens shuddered and went thru the throws of orgasmic bliss.  Amanda twisted and for a moment she was “un-controlled.”  Adam was unaware, his cock languished still within her broken-in cunny--still humping and shooting love cream.
	At length Adam pulled out, there was more sensations to enjoy as his super sensitive crown pulled forth from the depths of Amanda’s saucey love canal.  He fell off onto the floor in some agony, sexual pleasurable agony, but agony just the same.
	Amanda was delirious.  Dinking with her mind was not an easy task.  Amanda was a quasi “good girl.”  but she was normal, too; in that she was just as horny as the next.  She was an avid masturbator, but in private--alone, in her bed.  She had strong desires to get laid, but was fearful of all the complications that such an action would incur.  She was timid in considering giving a boy(friend) a hand job, a blow job was just out of the question.  She feared either one would prompt said boy(friend) to get over amorous and rape her.
	She was not naïve, she knew what boys her age looked like.
	She was aware that boys jerked off.
	She was aware that boys didn’t care which hole to fill on a girl, just so long as they filled it--repeatedly!  
	There was no sexual deviancy in her.  No sexual thoughts for young boys or any thoughts of homosexuality to a girlfriend.  
	Her young mind was clouded and subdued and she “received” two more humpings before the hour was up.
	The cum stains on and in her poon were left, her panties were hitched up tight and she was dressed.  She was sweaty and sticky, and filled with gobs of cum.  She was directed to the bathroom and “let go.”

	Amanda was not the first, however.  There were others.  Before Adam would leave with his family to go home he would “score” with four more!  One was not much older than his sister, Mallory!  In this it was so noted that Adam was not so unlike Forrest or Seth or many other closet pervs who denied that they were or the open pervs who denied just how perverted they really were.
	The Subject in question was eleven.
	She was damn cute for eleven, too.
	Peach fuzz on her young cunny.  More stains for the sofa cushions…

	Adam, though, wasn’t the only one getting some Sunday morning nookie:  in between the times Adam was sinking his bone into some young honey, an assistant deacon to the church was sinking HIS into a young boy’s bum!
	A grandpa figure escorted his two precious granddaughters out to his van; whereupon he undressed them and had a time with them!
	A Sunday School teacher taught some of her young pupils a little more than Bible Study.
	A deputy sheriff parishioner had as many as three young fellows in her “custody.”
	Two parishioner women found solace in a private room together.
	Some teen boys did so as well.
	A pillar of the church was observed basically pimping her son and daughter! While hubby scrogged on another!  

	Behind the church in a park-like setting Forrest & Seth were familiar with, it was part of their stomping grounds when they had been kids.  It was an overgrown and unattended park--mostly an impromptu forest.  	 	    
	A little ways in there was some narly business going on.  Forrest already “sensed” it and so he and Seth traipsed lightly.  The growth was quite extensive so picking their way was slow; they paused now and then to check bearings and “go with the feeling.”
	Just when it was thought they were on a goose chase, success!
	A grandfatherly type figure was shagging his granddaughter.
	A handmade picnic table was the setting, the two were alone.  The girl was not yet 12-ish, the grandpa was--mid 60s.  The setting was serene, quaint, and very private.  (well, almost private.)
	The girl’s shirt was pushed up to expose her barely-there breasts, her jeans were off on the picnic seat, her yellow cotton panties dangling off an ankle.  Her legs were spread open wide while her grandpa plowed her.  His jeans were at his ankles and he was deeply into the “groove” of fucking.
	The young girl didn’t seem distressed, she gripped the edge of the table she lay on and endured the assault; sometimes closing her eyes  flexing her ass as she was nailed.
	When the deed was done, the grandpa wavered a moment then pulled out and rested his aged phallus against the well fucked cunny, fully emptying his load.  He gave a mighty sigh then tumbled to the opposite seat of where her pants lay.  The girl frigged her cunny then sat up, still frigging herself.
	Not much of an expression on her young face, she pulled her panties up and then slipped into her jeans.  The grandpa laid out on the picnic seat massaging his cum shooter.  The young girl wandered off into the woods…

	Curiously a Mind Probe was not done unto the girl, she was merely subdued to the point of zombiefying, then she was stripped down and laid out on the lush moss by a creek.  She was minutely examined, though.  Her young cunny had peach fuzz, it was a well fucked cunny--but still “tight” and snug fitting just the same.
	Both Forrest and Seth laid into her.
	She was a marvel; as they all were when naked and splayed out so.  A very nice young cunny, trim sublime body, sweet and fuckable.  Both Forrest and Seth fucked her, filling her love tunnel to the max and then doinking her up the ass while time permitted.  Thereafter her mind was lightly “affected” and she was sent back (naked) to her naughty grandfather.

	Nothing more in the park-woods was found to be noteworthy of pursuing.  Back among the “community” the two Spies were privy to more naughty business going on:
	1)  a few houses down from the small country church were big narly naughty business WAS going on (on a regular basis) a man was taking care of his young (very young) niece.  No one else seemed to be home and it was a home whereas there were obvious signs of family living there.  Where the “family” was was unknown, but possibly at another church (or just elsewhere.)
	Anyways, the little girl was all kinds of cute--all kinds.  She wore a kiddie dress that was short (very short) and she was very frisky (playful.)  The child’s uncle, Tom Haylor was early 40s, well manicured, easy going, and owned a “hot rod” parked in the garage.  By the looks of the many photos on the wall, trophies on the mantle, hot rod memorabilia all over, Tom Haylor was an enthusiast--of some kind.
	A family photo gave more insight, three boys in the family, one wife.
	The interest of the Haylor family was waning and the pursuit to forge on to other sights encouraging--until the pivotal moment came when little Tracie hopped onto her uncle’s lap.  Said uncle hugged her and patted her backside--and then her little tush.
	While the child was “occupied” with the baby talk her uncle spewed at her, his hands got “busy” fondling her butt.  Her dress was held up and his hands all over her pink panty clad ass.
	Then--THEN, out came his cock!
	He continued to babble on and on, kissing on the child and tickling her--all the while rubbing his rock hard man thing against her ass.  Only this--and nothing more!
	Interest was held and the two unseen Spies held their ground, affecting the Subject Male to whereas “they” were unobserved.  Affects to effect the Subject child went no where--she was too young to be affected.
	There was game playing, chasing one another around the living room furniture, and a trip to the bathroom Forrest & Seth missed as they were distracted by a roving dog.  The two Spies made tracks to scramble INTO the house, then be very cautious and sneaky; when Tom returned the affect to his mind to effectively continue unobserving of the two men continued.
	There was more playing, forming a tent over the dinning table.  A board game followed.  Some cookies & milk, another board game, more running around, and then--reading time followed quickly by finally nap time.
	Just a few scant minutes into the nap time then did Tom Haylor do his nastiest.  The child had fallen to sleep on him.  He had consoled her, caressing her--fondling her.  When she was asleep-sleep, his hands did more.  Her little kiddie dress was already pushed up, his hands covertly caressing her tender nearly four year old ass.  Slowly insider her pink kiddie panties his hands went, tugging the undies down until they were at her knees.
	No sign whatsoever from Tracie.
	The naughtiness continued.  His fingers delved into the crack of the child’s ass, probing her until he was in a near frantic.  Slowly and easily and very very carefully he eased the child onto the sofa where they had lain to read and nap.  Then, the child’s undies were pulled completely off, her little legs opened and he stared at her crotch.
	Deeply (if not desperately) he wished that one of his boys had been a girl.  The desire was deeply entrenched.  He opened Tracie’s legs and went down on her, licking her delicate cunny.  His mouth engulfed the whole of her pussy, his hands working her dress up more and more--the child soundly slept on.
	Soon Tom ceased his cunnilingus action and whipped out his cock once more.  It was rock hard as ever.  He came onto the sofa and between Tracie’s leg and masturbated onto her cunny.  He lay his prick against her slit and humped madly until he spewed.  Great gobs of man juice flowed from his prick and soiled Tracie.  He diddled the spunk, fingering her pussy, then applying a saucey finger to the sleeping child’s lips.
	Desperately he wanted to fuck her.  Despite her age, he didn’t care--he wanted to fuck her!

	2)  There were a few families in the town that were “colorful”, some were so by their skin tone, others by their accents.  A family just two doors down from the Haylor family was one such--colorful as in skin tone.  The Mister of the family was a doctor.  The Missus of the family an office manager.  In the house were as many as five kids, one was a boy.  The oldest girl was partially out of the house--flighty and indecisive and a college drop out--but had plans to return; or open a camping store with her new husband who was a med school drop out.
	The boy was 14, then there was--Saundra at 21, Denise at 18, Vanessa at 12 and the young, Rudy at nearly ten.  The Phuxtable Family.  No, really.  A good solid family, attended their AME church regularly, did things as a family--and how--had a good home and were well respected in the community.
	But like in many homes, what went on behind/beyond closed doors was anyone’s guess.  When the family Phuxtable was visited by two unseen Spies, those hidden family secrets were no longer hidden.
	On the day of their visit, after watching Tom Haylor cum on his three year old niece, diddling his fingers and cock in his spilled spunk and then apply it to her mouth--then clean her up just in time for the rest of the family to come in--Theo Phuxtable was in a bad way.  Horny.  He was fourteen and had been “horny” since he was ten.
	Thankfully his sisters (for the most part) were willing.  They were horny, too--with some even horny-er!  Denise and Vanessa were the ones who mostly (and mainly) gave it up and in to their horny brother.  No one was home on the Spies’ visit, save for Theo and Vanessa.
	Their folks, though, were due home any minute.
	But that wasn’t stopping Ultra Horny Lord Theo.
	“Please, Vanessa, just a quickie!” he begged.
	Vanessa gave him “the look.”  A quickie?  She wasn’t into “quickies”.  she wanted to enjoy the incestuous nastiness as much as he.  And that took time.  They were in the kitchen, Vanessa pinned to the wall at the no-door opening to the upstairs level.
	“Our parents are gonna be home any minute!” she wailed in some protest.
	“I know, I know, that’s why we got to do it now!” Theo persisted.
	Vanessa was exasperated.
	Theo’s hands traveled up and down her young pre-teen body.  For twelve she could pass for thirteen, if she put on make-up and jewelry she wasn’t supposed to put on she was two years older than that.  If she dressed down plainly and pulled her hair back tightly, she was no more older than ten or eleven!
	She was a tease.  And horny.  An avid masturbator.  She and her sisters often fooled around getting one another off, fingering each other, munching, shoving vegetables into one another--and spanking.
	They had caught their brother at an early age jerking off.
	He in turn had caught them naked having a gangbang in their room.
	Despite her protests Theo raised up her dress.  It was a short thing, but made for summer wear.  Lightly Vanessa placed her hands on his arms.  Normally she would have given in sooner--but the worry of being busted by their parents caused her to be cautious.
	Theo went to his knees.
	He stared her panty clad area for a moment, Vanessa holding her dress up as he did so.  She fretted a bit as down came her purple panties.  His hands lingered on her delicate ass as his eyes drank in her lovely dark cunny.  He began kissing her belly, traveling his tongue to her mound; her panties were eased down (and off) and she was guided to the wooden farmer’s kitchen table.  She knew the drill, she hoped up onto the table and lay back; brother Theo began a serious bout of eating her out, tantalizing her--prepping her for the ultimate.
	Vanessa bucked a bit and fussed, gyrated and finally demanded--
	“Put it in me!”
	Of which he obediently and dutifully complied.
	Down came his jeans and against her dark mound laid his dark pole.
	It was already in “cum mode.”  he humped the mound, poking the sensitive entrance with the head before sliding into her.  He lay on her and suckled her pre-teen breasts--bucking into her body with his teen hood for a quick afternoon “nooner.”
	Vanessa’s legs flailed all about, dancing in the air.
	Theo pumped madly and furiously, striving to get his nut.
	A sudden rush of orgasmic bliss came to the two of them with Vanessa achieving a mighty was of sexual incestuous furor; she gripped her brother’s backside, her legs about his waist and fucked back into him.  Theo was mostly oblivious to the act and simply thought HE was causing the ordeal.  He fucked up a storm and laid into his sister until they nearly fell off of the table.
	The orgasm came--and came--and came.  Theo’s ass tightened, clenched, and went taut as he fucked his sibling.  Both made numerous outcries before finally their illicit love affair subsided.
	The boy followed his sister up the kitchen stairs to the second floor; the girls had the hall bathroom, Theo had his own bathroom in his room.  Together, though, the two stole into Theo’s bathroom for a quick shower and another “quickie” while doing so!  This time around, though--Theo took the “backdoor” to incestuous love--then, while drying off afterwards, Vanessa was “talked” into sucking him, bringing him to his third cum-off for the day.
	Theo was enamored by his sisters.  Each one.  Each girl was not so different than the next, ‘specially naked sitting on his face--but, then again, each girl WAS different.  He was blessed--in that most of his friends didn’t have sisters--so they missed out and didn’t have the luxury of having ready-to-fuck pussy any time they wanted!
	There was a girlfriend but she was a prude and not cutting him any nookie.  He had eyes for his friends’ sisters, too--only a couple were willing and semi willing to get freaky with him.  
	The parents and other siblings came home minutes after the final dry and suck off.
	3)  A Mexican family across the street from the Phuxtables was next to Spy on.  No cars on the drive or in the garage, but a family man was home, tending to his young six year old daughter.  The tv was on with a murder mystery show playing.  Popcorn was everywhere.  The little girl was in her panties only.  Her father was dressed, slouched down on the cushions of the long sofa before the television.
	He was well groomed with a good haircut.  Not a manual laborer.  There was good furniture in the home, family portraits and pictures all over, numerous children.  For a moment it looked all perfectly innocent.  For a moment.  The young child was happy and giddy, and her panties only.  At length, though, the man dressed in a sleeveless shirt and short walking shorts maneuvered the girl between his legs.  He then brought her young hand to the bulge between his legs.
	The child giggled and blushed, but seemed unafraid as she gripped the growing member.  Slowly the well groomed man slid his walking shorts down, there were no underwear and so his schlong was right there for her pleasure.
	She was a pro, or was well schooled in the art of “pleasing her daddy.”  she gripped the growing verga dura.  (Spanish for hard-on.)  she eyed the one-eyed monster with the look of delight.  Her padre tugged the skin down on his dong, causing it to stand out a little more and be pronounced.  He then waggled it, spanking it against the child’s sweet face.
	Soon the child had a strong grip of the phallic and was sucking on the head of it.  Her father opened his legs more and squeezed his fingers at the base of his prick.  The young girl sucked on the head like an ice cream before trying to engulf more of the enchilada.
	The man began to masturbate, slowly at first, then with the help of his child faster.  And faster! And faster! The head of his cock fully in her mouth he began to pump with much vigor until moments later a great load of man spunk spewed forth--gobs of which spilling into the little girl’s mouth with more gobs splashing onto her sweet little face.

	The Spy Crew returned home and “enjoyed” their own family and took the evening off.  Forrest rested and while sitting on the back porch watching the stars come to light, again thought of his Midwest cousin.  The feeling that he should connect with him grew strong(er) again.  He would stay with Cousin Seth for a few more days.
	4)  Small Town Mischief  “A scrogging we will go!  A scrogging we will go!  Hi-ho and dare I go, a scrogging we will go!”  In the same area as the other naughty families yet one more was discovered.  A dousy, too. Narly Senses kicked in, like other characters in the never ending saga or chronicles of this story.  And like the others, Forrest paid attention and zoned in on where the Narly Senses directed him.
	There were neighborhoods and “blocks” that were as different as night and day--in home appearance inside as well as out.  Just four blocks down from Seth’s humble abode there was a slight rundown area.  Not trashy but not far from it.  Hard working people here, laborers.  Two income families due to necessity to keep house, kids, and lifestyle just above the Poor Index.
	At a home with a so-so fence surrounding it there was parked in the drive a middle aged pickup in need of some tires and a sincere paint job.  It was a “construction” truck, though, a private contractor.  A lime green boxy station wagon was parked next to it.  The yard was okay, some TLC would be nice, a pair of bikes lain down in the yard, and some clothes were being soared out of an upstairs bedroom.
	A young boy being mischievous to the extreme was slinging his sister(s) underclothes out, actually trying to launch said undies to the guy wire of the nearby phone pole.
	A murder in the house was about to occur.
	Forrest got a double whammy, something about the house where a murder of a sibling was about to happen, as well as something about the house next door.
	Next door was a smaller house, two-story, one car, one motorcylce (Hawg.)  One bitch dog on a chain in the back yard, not well kept up yard front and/or back.  Bad vibes aplenty Forrest got from the second house.  He and his companion slipped quietly about, minding the presence of the Rottweiler and slipping between the two homes being very-very cautious.
	The first house was the House of Conner.  Three kids lived there, minus one who was about to be murdered by his sisters.  The parents were a pair of large individuals, but not overly so.  Both worked, the father was the contractor, drywall and anything else to pay bills and keep kids and so on.  The mother worked as a waitress.
	The boy, soon to be ex-brother/son, was 12.  He was dark haired and extremely mischievous.  He had reached that certain age where sex was rampant in his little body, he was kinda scrawny, but his charm kept him from harm.  (well, that worked out in public and school--not so while at home.)
	He had two older sisters, Darlene and Becky.
	Donald James was happily flinging/launching bras and panties out his bedroom window nonchalantly-like.  His sisters were none too amused when they discovered him doing so.  Luckily his parents were there to intervene and keep him alive.  He was constantly “accidentally” walking in on his sisters, Darlene 14 and Becky nearly 16.
	He was a dead duck.  Doomed to extinction.
	He was granted a reprieve--from his parents and from the fact that he had “dirt” on both siblings.  But it would only keep him alive just so long.  The glare from his sisters told him that he had better mind himself, and keep his parents in view most times.
	The girls collected their scattered clothing, discussed manners in which “payback” could be dished out--locking him in the dryer (again), farting on his face, worms in his cereal, worms in his shorts, make him wear the pink underwear of his again--a pair of his regular undies had gotten mixed in with the girls’ wear and pink undies he had.  They were still good but the boy refused to wear them--until, that is, his sisters seeking revenge for some other prank he had pulled on them stripped him down and put the undies on him, dressed him and shoved him to the bus.
	It was an ongoing thing, typical sibling stuff.
	In their room, the girls plotted revenge while sorting their clothes.
	It was so noted that despite his brush with death, DJ was once more at his tricks, spying.  It was a running theme.  He was in his own room, but in his closet.  Inside his closet it was dark so he was well hidden; a small hole allowed him ample viewing of his sisters in the adjoining room.  Their dresser was up against the wall of which his closet was; there was a hole on either side.
	Forrest was sure the boy had seen the girls naked.  Most assuredly in their underwear at least.  The girls had their own bathroom, the boy used the hall bathroom.  Becky, the sixteen year old, had the only blond hair in the family.  Green eyes, though, as the rest of her family.  She was trim, slim, a bit of a butt, but it was still tight and nice (very) to look at (and admire.)  Large apple sized delights on her chest, she wore tight fitting clothes to show off her body.  She was bright, cheery, and “frisky.”
	Sister Darlene was the opposite.  Dark hair, dark green eyes, dark persona.  She did nothing to please her parents, she took on a gothic-like lifestyle.  High school displeased her greatly and it was fast approaching upon her.  She wore non-conforming clothing, loose fitting and seldom anything her parents approved of.
	For DJ’s delight, the girls undressed.   
	They stripped down to their underwear; panties, and pranced about the room, coming up close to the peep hole(s), bending over, spanking themselves, then each other.
	In his closet DJ unfurled his pre-teen schlong and “got busy.”

	Becky and Darlene walked about their room in their undies, danced with one another and did various “exercises.”  DJ humped his young pud furiously but was unable to cum-off; until, that is, his sisters shucked their panties and pranced about their room again.
	They also clung to one another, kissing and squeezing one another’s ass as they slow danced.  The girls then laid out on their beds, legs up, naked pussies directly in peep-view.  The girls spanked themselves, fingered their pussies AND assholes and gave young DJ fits!  He finally succumbed to jerking off successfully.
	He himself was then blitzed, subdued and put to “sleep.”
	This allowed Seth and Forrest to enjoy the naked sisters…

	Darlene was a virgin.  Becky--was not.
	Darlene was a virgin-virgin; but she HAD been felt up.  She had been kissed and had her breasts fondled.  But that was it.  She had “felt” the presence of her boyfriend’s cock against her, pressingly, but nothing more.  She was leery of having sex; even masturbating a boy(friend) or giving head.  Fingering herself OR her sister was another matter…
	Becky had had her first sexual encounter (in the backseat of her boyfriend’s Camero) when she was fifteen, he was sixteen.  Her asshole was still virginal.  She had given a blowjob when she was fourteen, a hand job when she was thirteen!  Her titties had been sucked on when she was nigh but twelve!  She was on birth control and “gave it up” at least once to twice a week.
	She and sister Darlene “fooled around” with one another a few times privately, too.  Pussy munchers mostly, frigging one another and using various “implements” to get one another off.
	Neither had no interest (sexually speaking) towards their dweeb-geeky brother.  They loved him only as much as they had to due to the biological relationship.  They had seen him naked and were vaguely aware of his masturbating.  
	Neither had the minute inclination to be nasty in any way with him.
	That was going to change…
	Both Forrest and Seth eased their manly schlongs into Becky.  She was still surprisingly “tight”.  Both took their time, consoling her ass and loving on her ample breasts.  She was a “good fuck.”  
	Both men took their time screwing the girl, her hole was fingered and probed but not breeched.  Both girls sucked the cock; their faces were humped and their bodies minutely explored, examined, and loved on.
	The calling by their parents prompted the Mind Manipulator to cease and desist; slinking off and rendering the fact that the two men in their room were “unseen.”  The girls “came awake” and were a little stunned by their nudity.  Becky moreso than sister Darlene as she had the telltale feeling of having been scrogged.
	Neither had much time to finger out what had happened (if anything), their parents were calling for them--they were going out for dinner.

	 There was a strong feeling, one that just couldn’t be easily dismissed.  Something was up with the neighbors to the Conners.  Forrest was determined to know what; it could be fun!  They waited a while for the Conners to return but after an hour jogged home to quickly asses their own family, a little minor hanky and some panky and then fly back to where they had been.
	Good timing, the family Conner had just returned!
	Young DJ was still on the endangered list, he kept close to his huge brute of a father.  The girls merely smiled, the father would b off to work come the morning, the mother to work, too.  Leaving young Donald James in the care of his loving sisters.
	The girls went to their room to plot revenge, the boy continued to hang with his dad.  The mother went to her private bath for a bath.  Neither Spy had any notion whatsoever towards her.  She was safe.
	The girls had been stuffed with dinner and laid out on their bed.
	Becky wore turquoise jeans semi tight with a matching top.  She was quite the cute one with her golden blond hair shoulder length styled.  She patted her stomach, squeezed out a narly butt blast, then moaned at the relief.
	“Damn, Becky!” bellowed her sister.
	“Shut up!” Becky returned, although she giggled.
	Darlene raised her legs, locked her hands at the knees and released her own butt blast.
	“Oh God!” exclaimed Becky in some mild disgust.  Darlene could always outdo her on butt blasts.  Becky rolled over onto her bed burying her head under her pillows.  Darlene (on her own) slipped out of her pants and panties and scurried over to his sister’s bed, pounced on the bed and sat on her; Becky tried to fend off the sneak attack but Darlene though younger was stronger and let rip another rectum buster.
	Without the clothes to conceal the sound (and smell) Becky was in horror as Darlene’s ass(hole) was mere inches from her face. 
	The girls wrestled with Darlene continuing to try and get her ass into Becky’s face.  At length there was a knock harshly on their bedroom door.
	“GIRLS!” yelled their father.  Darlene fled to her bed diving under the covers.  The door opened seconds later.  Their father, Dan, walked partially in, he was mildly aware of his girls at their modest age.  
	“Knock off the rough stuff.” he said.  He warned and glared at the two.  The girls nodded, Darlene sat up in her bed with the sheets up around her concealing her nudity.  He was going to say more but he could see the bare cleft of Darlene’s ass, he got distracted (hard) and made a hasty retreat.
	The girls went about their business of making ready for bed.
	Forrest intervened as they were too social and mundane about it--they had their own bathroom and after their father had left Darlene eased into a pair of sweat pants and a top.  Becky undressed and put herself into a nightgown.
	In the bathroom they went thru the rigors of facials, brushing, and typical stuff.  When near ready to go to their prospective beds, they paused.  They shed their clothes and stood nude.  Again, closely and minutely they were examined and re-examined.  Darlene’s asshole was probed--via tongue, finger, and then cock.  She wasn’t breeched, not yet.
	Becky was, though.  Her fuckable well fucked cunt.
	Slowly and suredly.  Both men took a turn in her, humping her pussy inside and out, admiring her lovely body, suckling her breasts, kissing on her and fucking her until she was well filled with cum.
	Checking on the Endangered Boy, he was in his room playing, forgetting to spy on his sisters.  After a goodnight kiss from his mother and acknowledgement of his existence (still) from his father, the boy pulled down his pajamas and began an earnest job of fucking his bed!
	He gripped his ass with one hand with the other underneath him and humping the hell out of his bed at the side, one leg drawn up as he did so.  He was quite with it and very adamant about achieving his ultimate goal.  He went thru all the motions of actual fucking; rolled onto his back and kicked free his pajamas and underwear and got serious busy with the jerking off, squeezing his balls and even diddling as asshole!
	At length he achieved his goal, spewing sperm all over his hairless belly.  He continued hand jobbing himself until he was “spent.”  he then squeezed his balls a bit while diddling his fingers into his pooling spunk.  He even tasted it!  Then, applied the goo to his asshole and sodomized himself!
	Back to the girls.  DJ drifted off to sublime sleep, naked, cum drying on his belly--asshole…
	Darlene was up.  It was dark.  It was late.  Everyone asleep.  Her parents down the hall had “fucked” and gone to blissful sleep--to Darlene she wrote in her diary “they sound like water buffaloes going at it.”
	Darlene sat on the extended window sill seat, peering out the window.  She was “oblivious” to the two Spies in her midst.  Her sister Becky slept soundly on, ripping a polite butt blast now and then.
	Next door in a downstairs bedroom was something happening.
	Narly business.  And how!
	Next door lived a single parent, raising two girls, Molly 14 and Charlotte 16.  Charlotte appeared to have some sort of minor mental handicap, very timid and quite shy.  She was a big girl, but not overly so; not pudgy or overweight or chunky or such, just a big girl.  Her sister Molly was trim, slim, and very pretty.  She was a street wise kid, semi tomboyish, not into girlie things.  She wore TIGHT clothing, was sweet, mischievous and adventurous.
	She was also undressing.
	Her sister alongside doing likewise.
	Their father was present.
	When the girls were down to just their panties they seemed to have been directed to lay across a bed.  Once done the biker dude father brought a belt out and applied it harshly to them.  Then their panties were ripped down and the belt applied to their naked skin and back of legs several times.
	The girls screamed into the bed, clenched tightly each other until the assault was completed.  Just a few harsh smacks and then…
	The father undone his jeans and pushed them down.  No underwear, his manliness was there, rigid and ready to suck/fuck.  Darlene pursed her lips and was noted to be lightly fingering herself as well as massaging her breasts.
	It was Charlotte all distraught over the beating who came to face her father’s nakedness on her knees.  Her father leaned forward, a powerful hand on the back of her head and guided his manhood into her mouth.
	The girl choked and gagged but sucked the cock.
	Her sister was not as emotional about the ordeal, she rubbed her tenderized ass and Forrest so noted a moment of defiance in her face, despite the distance the girl exhibited another emotion.  Forrest made a note of it and kept it to himself.
	The father pulled out of his oldest child’s mouth and jammed his rod into the other girl, shoving himself in deep and pumping for several minutes before pulling out and humping her pretty face.  He then had the girls crawl up onto the bed.  They did.  He pulled their panties off and then buried his head between Charlotte’s legs, eating her pussy while fingering Molly’s.
	After much ado about munching cunt, Molly’s twat was munched while Charlotte’s asshole was fingered.  The girl pulled her legs back to allow her father easier access to reaming her rectum.  Darlene had moved her hand from the outside of her sweat pants to the inside, easing them down--no panties--and fingering herself into a near stupor.
	Nothing from Becky.
	Checking on DJ--it was discovered he was spying, too!
	After eating Molly’s cunt to his enjoyment the man crawled up between Charlotte’s legs and entered her--his manly manhood eased near effortlessly into her womanness.  The girl twisted and arched her back but readily received her father’s cock regardless.
	He slid all the way in, then all the way out and humped the girl’s pussy a moment before sliding himself back into her.  He repeated the procedure but quickened his efforts until he was unable to pull free and concentrate simply on the incest.
	He suckled his daughter’s teenage breasts, drove his bone like a steam locomotive’s piston and fucked his fill.  Daughter Molly lay right beside fingering her quaking quim and watching.  Occasionally her father would reach over and tweak her nipples.
	Darlene and DJ had quite a show--DJ had it better as he used a telescope for the close up.  Unfortunately his angle was not very good--his view of the narliness was from the heads down.  But still…
	The man sat back on his knees, glossy eyed staring at his cum oozing out of the teenage daughterly pussy he had just fucked.  He nodded to his other daughter and she slipped off the bed, got between her dad and sister’s open legs and went down on her, cleaning her pussy!
	Darlene’s eyes shot up.  She was astonished.
	DJ was jerking off, hard.
	For a moment Darlene lost concentration as she was busy bringing herself to an orgasm.  She sucked on her fingers and desired--desired for something more.  Becky farted and turned in her bed, rolling onto her stomach and in her sleep began fingering herself!
	Molly had finished licking her sister’s cunt clean, it was now her turn.  She continued being in the position of licking her sister’s pussy, on her knees, braced against the bed.  Her father slipped up behind her and guided himself into her from behind.
	Hands on her hips the father did his thing, most likely humping her pussy.  Occasionally he pulled out and smacked her ass then plunged back into her.  Molly endured, engulfing her sister’s pussy and sucking hard while she was violated.
	Darlene’s feelings were not so visible.  She did appear to be horrified about what was happening.  But then again, she didn’t seem too overly concerned.  DJ--DJ jerked his pud to cumming off again, so enthralled was he that he shot his load onto his face, he tried desperately to aim his cum squirts into his mouth!  Again he tried to finger fuck his asshole, too!

	The father left nakedly.  The girls lay on their stomachs after being spanked with his hand and his belt.  he then used his cock on their seared asses before raising their hips and “dogging” them.  It was assumed he was poking their assholes.
	After he had left, the girls lay still for a moment, then turned to one another.  They hugged and then began kissing.  Darlene nearly fell off of the sill seat.  The girls sat up scooching together holding hands, their nakedness pressed together.  They then kissed again.  Molly leaned back and beckoned her sister to suckle her breasts.  Molly frigged herself while Charlotte sucked; thereafter she leaned all the way back and beckoned her sister to nosh on her cummy cunt.
	Charlotte did so.
	Molly humped into her sister’s face, tweaking her own nipples before finally seemingly succumbing to an orgasm.  She wasn’t thru (with her sister) though, she placed her sister on the bed on all fours, then using a small diameter metal flash light--sodomized her sister!
	It gave young DJ an idea.

                                                   *****

	There was the following day, Forrest and Seth were busy elsewhere and missed it.  They missed the next day, too.  In facts, they missed several days doing other things, taking their own families out for an extended outing (nude frolicking and ultra communing with nature).  It was not until a week later before returning to those previously Spied on to see how they were faring.
	They were faring right along nicely…
	1a)  The Haylor Family Revisited
	       There the three boys of the Haylor family; Brad, Randy, and Mark.  Brad was the oldest at 14, then Randy at 12 (who was smarter) and Mark at 8 who was just cute.  The two older boys were observed in their room, Randy had a pair of panties--blue bikini style.  They were a girlfriend’s of his.  He was discussing his “acquisition” of the delicate undies with his brother.
	“She almost caught me, I was in there (bathroom) so long.” he grinned and tossed the “used” undies to his older bro who was astonished.  Despite being older, panties of a girl had eluded him.  He checked the panties, examining the and sniffing the crotch, checking the “stains.”
	Both had major boners raging.
	Both “whipped them out.”
	Randy rubbed/caressed his ass, Brad humped his cock, wrapping the panties about his schlong then laying them out on his bed.  Despite being older, he was a virgin, too.
	‘Suck his dick.’
	‘Rub his ass.’
	‘Suck his balls.’
	‘Spread your cheeks, let your brother fuck your asshole.’
	There was a great deal of timidness.  The boys had been naked with one another most their growing lives--no biggie there.  They had seen one another with ‘boners’, too.  Masturbating was still mostly a private thing, but they did so every now and then.
	The girls in their lives occupied their carnal thoughts, Jennifer and Beth.  Both boys desperately wanted to fuck the girls, each one/other, too!  Their minds so heavy on the thoughts of the girls naked on their bed that the act of “cocksucking” wasn’t a bad deal.
	Nor was “ball washing.”
	Nor was ass fondling, rim jobbing, spanking the other monkey, and lastly, old fashioned brotherly butt fucking.  The boys entered into their bathroom and soaped up one another’s dong then plunged it up into one another’s asshole.
	They still preferred to fuck their girlfriend’s, though.
	Something a little better came along…
	A time after doinking one another, their mother, came home.
	She was something of a psychologist-in-training.
	She worked hard and at the time had some sort of physical ailment requiring loads of meds.  These meds whacked her out.  She came home, acknowledged her children, grabbed a soda and then downed her meds.  Moments later and she was in Zonk Out City.
	She crashed in the den.
	The boys checked on her mainly for the reason of her health & safety.
	Then, while they sat naked on the living room sofa trying to tune in a porno on the TV, with not much success due to the parental lock-out.  But happily they giggled and masturbated, fondled their balls and Beth’s panties.
	“Goddamn I wish Beth was on me right now!” exclaimed Randy.
	“Me too!” giggled Brad.  He liked Beth, she WAS cute and he didn’t care that she was twelve.  
	‘Go check your mother.’
	The boys held fast a moment, then complied with the ‘message’ and scurried to the den.  Happily and usually when they knew their parents’ time schedules they pranced about the house butt naked.  Doing so while a parental unit was in the house made it even more wilder.
	No fear, however, their mother was deep in the city square of Zonk Out.  On his own, Randy held fast at the door, jerking his young pud.  Brad slipped up behind him and rubbed his cock on his brother’s ass.  Then he looked to his zonked out mother.
	“Man, she’s gonna be out forever!” he commented.
	“Yeah.” grinned his brother.  He then stepped into the den.
	“Dude!” called out Brad.
	“She’s in Zonk City, man.” replied Randy.  He stepped up to his zonked out mother, albeit cautiously, still jerking his pud.  He held fast a little more and then under extreme caution pressed his prick to his mother’s extended hand.
	Nothing.
	Randy was a typical pre-teen lad, virtually hairless with a thick head of sandy brown hair on his head only.  His body was mostly lily white, a light covering of peach fuzz covered his balls.  His cock was average size for his age, jutting outward from his body as he guided it into his mother’s hand.
	His brother was glued to the floor at the den, his cock raging hard, his eyes bulging.  Never in his life could he believe what was happening.  It was insane!
	‘Go join him, stupid!’
	Soon both boys were getting a “hand job” from their zonked out mother!  It was to die for!  Randy dared for more; Brad watched in awe as his brother inched up--pressing his glistening cock to their mother’s lips.
	Soon both boys were humping their mother’s mouth, easing their cocks into her and working her head back and forth!  (on their own!)
	The boys then went all out thereafter, positioning their unconscious mother on the sofa she laid out on and sitting on her face, dropping their balls into her mouth, fully inserting their rock hard bones and giggling up a storm.
	They progressed to undressing their dear mother nextly.
	They had time, they hoped, stripping her totally naked.
	One piece at a time, staring at her bare breasts took five minutes of time before they moved on to sliding her burgundy knit dress slacks off.  Both boys harbored deep sexual thoughts in regards to their mother, they kept these thoughts to themselves and took as many as ten minutes staring at their mother’s bare naked pussy.
	It was hard to fathom the thought that from their mother’s pussy they had been bourned.  It was a well fucked cunt, but neither lad knew much about “pouting” cunt lips and the like.  They fingered and explored the motherly cunt and it was Randy who took the measure to “mount.”
	Brad watched from behind as brother Randy “entered.”
	He was enamored seeing his brother’s cock slid into the pussy, all the way.  He found himself absorbed; rubbing and kissing his brother’s sweaty ass, fondling the slapping balls and trying to finger the asshole.
	Randy finally managed to unload love cream.  He had jerked off and cum before, he had been up his brother’s butt and mouth, but cumming off in his mother was beyond comprehension.
	Brad had the same conclusion.
	The boys stared at the cum juicing out of their mother’s cunt, they had done the ultimate sin.  The ultimate.  And moments afterward, they were compelled and ready to do it again!

	2a)  A return visit to the Phuxtables provided more afternoon entertainment:  despite Saundra-college dropout in search of a new direction married to med school dropout Elvin in search of a new direction (too), Elvin was scrogging on Denise.
	The house was empty save for the two of them--so they thought (if not hoped).  They were secluded in the basement, deemed to be one of the most secure and safe places to scrog in the house.  Denise was in her last year of high school.  She wasn’t a slut, just horny.  So was Elvin.  One evening way back during the courtship of Elvin and Saundra Elvin had come up behind Denise helping out clearing the table.  His cock was hard, mighty hard, and it “accidentally” brushed up against Denise’s somewhat flabby ass.  
	Accidentally (on purpose) Denise leaned back carrying a small load of dishes from the family dinner, her hand dropped down and she brushed it against Elvin’s manhood.  There were more “accidents” to follow and despite the heaviness of Saundra and Elvin going steady and then becoming engaged and even after marrying--Denise and Elvin continued to parlay together on the sly.
	The very night before the wedding Elvin had scrogged on Denise.
	Currently, in the basement, they were naked with Denise on her knees slurping on Elvin’s black semi-hung schlong.  She worked his nearly inadequate cock, cupping and squeezing his balls and devouring him wholly.  Elvin rocked on his feet, trying to breathe and hold back the torrent of his love cream.
	Eventually Denise stood and hoisted herself up onto a family treasure trunk, spread her legs and beckoned her errant lover.  Elvin happily obliged and guided his missile into her love box.
	Their illicit unionship was not in total secret.  Other than the two unseen Spies, one more was in observance.  She hid herself among the stowed family antique furniture and bicycles and other odds and ends.  But she had ample view of the affair.  She frigged herself greatly, she wore a tight beige short skirt; her yellow cotton undies with duckies on it was at her ankles.  Hr dark eyes focused solely on the nude lovers across the small semi cluttered darkened room.
	Elvin ploughed Denise, driving deep into her and fucking furiously for several moments, then pulling out and humping her lips, poking her asshole and then driving back into her love canal.
	Denise gripped Elvin, three years older than she, humped madly into him and then turned about, guiding his saucey cock into her backdoor.  Elvin happily obliged and plunged inward, gripped her hips and went for it.

	When the lovers had finished and were duly spent, they rested only momentarily before collecting their cast off clothing and daringly dashing up the stairs to the kitchen--and then to the 2nd floor to the bathroom for a quick shower and more frolicking.
	When the basement door had shut and the lights went out, there was movement.  The Hiding Spy carefully eased out of her hiding place.  She wasn’t too keen on the pure darkness.  Her fright stopped Forrest’s efforts to calm her.  She peed.  A steady stream of piss pissed from her young hairless cunny.  Forrest and Seth held their ground, hiding behind large portraits.  
	Moments were needed (and taken) before young Rudy Phuxtable crossed the open space to the stairs.  A light switch was conveniently there and she switched it on.  She carried her panties in hand, her skirt was dirty and messed up.  She looked to the “puddle” she had created and threw some rags on it.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ 
	Rudy stood up and looked around.
	“Huh?”
	Silence.  She began to step back into her panties--
	‘Take off ALL of your clothes.’
	Rudy shook her head, picked her nose and dug her fingers into her ass as if she had a wedgie.  Then, she tugged her beige skirt down.  Her simple kiddie top she slipped off, too.  The ten year old (nearly) stood butt black ass naked.
	‘Go to the trunk.’
	Rudy crossed the room to the family trunk where her sister and Elvin had done their business.  Continuing to follow “commands” she hopped up onto the trunk and spread her legs.  She began fingering herself and soon--WAS being fingered.
	Fingered and licked.
	She was a virgin.
	But she was dying NOT to be.  She wanted to get dicked by Elvin!

	4a)  All was well on 3rd & Delaware; DJ Conner still lived.  He was still apprehensive about being alone, but surprisingly his sisters seemed to have forgotten his little prank of “airing their laundry”--dirty or otherwise.
	Darlene--Darlene--hmmm, we’ll get back to her.
	Becky was on the living room sofa discussing “terms” with her father about driving privileges and the possibility of getting her OWN car.  The mother did the laundry and was in a foul mood.  DJ had a little friend over, a GIRLfriend, she was sweet on him and they had snuck out unobserved (almost) to the garage and climbed up into the loft where there was something of a fort.
	Here the two undressed one another and DJ suckled on Amber’s delicate breasts.  They were mere buds and not much, but something to suckle just the same.
	Afterwards, the pre-teen girl happily without hesitation went down on DJ.  He liked it.  A lot.  In his mind, though, were still the scene(s) of next door neighbors Charlotte and Molly.  But Amber’s diligence on his cock obliterated all thoughts of whimsy and he fucked her face.
	Amber was NOT a virgin.
	DJ had NOT been the one to de-virginize her.
	DJ went down on Amber, a bare coverage of poon hair covered her cunt, she was red headed, from stem to stern.  DJ admired her lovely naked body, so did the two unseen Spies in their midst.  DJ was about to lay on her “stick” her when the garage door opened and the Mister of the family entered in.  Becky was with him and they were all about yapping and discussing old cars, motorcycles, and disrupting the possibility of DJ possibly “getting some.”
	Forrest’s Narly Senses were going wild.  It was like an overload.
	After several minutes of “discussion”, Becky leaned on the old washer that was against the wall.  The garage was a haven for old relics and family crap collected over the years.  A typical garage.  There was a “boat” in progress under a very dusty tarp.
	Dan reared back and checked the detached house, he could see his wife doing laundry and prepping the afternoon meal.  Slowly he brought the garage door down, but kicked a brick under it to keep it open just so.  There were few windows in the garage, and they were all to soiled to see thru clearly.
	Becky rubbed her ass.
	The two kids in the loft fort were unseen and had cuddled together, kissing with Amber positioning herself on top of DJ.  She was in charge.  She straddled him and guided his cock into her.  Neither saw what went on below.
	Dan stepped up to his teenage daughter.  He was a big man, gruff, ex-football (high school) star.  He was just a large framed man who had lust.  His eyes locked onto his daughter’s ass.  She wore tight turquoise jeans and a flowery top.  She had a nice ass, too.
	Dan pressed against her, Becky reached behind and gripped him.  She parted her legs some and a Daddy Hand came down caressing her between her legs!  Becky leaned more onto the old defunct washer, peeking out the dirty window pane to check for security.
	“Have you seen DJ?” asked quietly Dan.
	Becky shook her head that she hadn’t.
	Dan furled his lips and looked around the garage.
	Becky undone her jeans and lowered them, tugging her panties down as well.  Up in the loft Amber was in full fuck mode, but doing so slowly.  DJ was out of his mind, the sensation WAS better than fucking his bed!

	Becky pulled a bare cheek to one side, her father’s naked cock rubbed up and down the crack.  One hand caressed her ass, smoothed up her backside and then around her hips to her stomach--and then to lightly brush against her poon.
	His cock was rock hard and ready.
	Becky was as far bent over as she could leaning on the washer, keeping a security look-out for anyone coming.  Her father was, poking her asshole and then guiding his dong between her legs.  Small amounts of jiz splashed onto her near lily white skin.
	Becky tried to coax the cum squirter into her, there was hesitation, though and it was a no-go.  So she turned about and hugged her daddy, then eased down to her knees.  Dan had a hard time breathing at this point.
	His cock went slowly into Becky’s mouth.  She squeezed his balls and devoured him (like a pro.)  Dan rocked back and forth and emptied his mind of all things--concentrating solely on empting a wad of his man juice into Becky‘s mouth.
	In the loft, the two young pre-teen lovers had did their thing.  DJ was too frapped to move, it had been more--way more, than he expected.  Amber had forgotten about the Intruders.  She lay still on her lover, sweating and grinding her hot box against him, hoping for another go.
	Dan felt the stirrings of orgasm.  Becky wasn’t letting go, she fully had his bone in her mouth.  She sucked and sucked and sucked.  Then she sucked some more, drinking his juices down her throat.  She didn’t gag, choke, cough, or sputter.
	She smacked her lips and pressed the daddy dong against her face until it went soft.  Then she stood up and pulled off her top.  No bra.  Dan feasted his eyes on his teenage daughter’s bared breasts and groped them.  Becky then hefted herself up onto the old washer, her jeans and panties and her ankles.
	It was a bold and very daring maneuver, but the jeans and undies were kicked off.  With her legs spread WIDE, daddy Dan had a wondrous look at Becky’s cunt.  He licked his lips and went for it.  Becky wrapped her legs about his neck and quivered as she was munched.
	Dan never minded the fact that Becky wasn’t virginal.  Happily he licked and sucked on her, pulling her cunt lips open and going for it.  Long had he admired Becky, when she was a wee child running amok naked, he had held a boner for her.  Never thinking that someday he would actually…
	After his tongue and fingers had well probed the sixteen year old cunny, Daddy Danny entered her, sinking his cock all the way.  Becky gripped the washer sides and clung to her daddy, quivering and trying to keep quiet.
	Amber, still on top of DJ, peeked over the edge and got an eyeful.
	She smiled.  She could use it to her advantage!