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Book 9\par
Chapter 3\par
And the Saga Continues\par
Nostalgia isn\rquote t what it used to be\par
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When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water\par
\tab Days of work in the swelter warehouse was supposedly good for him\emdash\lquote builds character\rquote  or some shit logic like that he heard the old people say.  Days hanging with his parents, mostly his Dad\emdash fishing, ballgames, golfing, that sort.  Days of just \ldblquote hanging loose\rdblquote ; no electronic mind altering device in use whatsoever.  He came to understand that WITH such a Device\emdash wow!  He could be a hell of a bank robber, a spy, a really good thief, and assassin.  The EAMDs were an epidemic and world wide spread.  New minding devices were on the market every day\emdash and new ways to detect and defeat were always a day behind.\par
\tab Dim thought it good to let his lay off-line for awhile, give his dick a break anyways.  He did, though, miss \ldblquote spying\rdblquote ; he found that venture just as pleasing as overtaking someone\rquote s mind.  However, unlike his friend, his psychopathic friend Seth Strangle, Dim did not fault the family being spied on for their naughty ones and thusly condemn them.  Seth had some sort of weird hangup that if the family being spied on was already engaged in some sort of sexual deviancy\emdash then they deserved strangling.\par
\tab Weird.\par
\tab Dim, though, didn\rquote t go that route\emdash thankfully.  In the morning news one day there was the latest statistic to be chalked up to The Strangler! the Bliss family.  Seth\rquote s bizarre doings gave the investigators fits\emdash there was evidence of misdoings by family members, BUT\emdash was that the doings on their own will or by mind altering means?\par
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\tab After slaving the day away sweltering in the warehouse, some of his blokes were off to various parties, bar hoping, goofing off in park or at the river.  Dim was interested.  It was pause for reflection\emdash or something.  He needed to wind down and with a large ice cold soda he sat on the far dock of the warehouse where it was dark and cool.  The hour was late, near 11PM.  The air was filled with the heavy scent of potatoes; the noises of the warehouse had come to a stop allowing Mother Nature to prevail\emdash and the Westbound locomotive.\par
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\pard\tab He wasn\rquote t bummed\emdash or even glummed; he couldn\rquote t put his finger on it.  Just out of sorts.  The doings of The Strangler! seemed prevalent in his mind.  Maybe that was it.  The entire Bliss family!  Wow.  But then there were a hundred and then some others he was responsible for, too.  Whole families, lone teens, little kids.  Seth Strangle had no morals.\par
\tab Dmitri Tsugua wasn\rquote t far behind.\par
\tab It was a little after midnight when Dim decided to head for home\emdash although there was really little point, work began again promptly at 7AM.  He seemed keyed up, too.  He figured his buddies would still be at the pizzeria; maybe he\rquote d join them.  A few slices of pizza, some soda, then sleep in his car until work time\emdash seemed like a good idea.\par
\tab As stated, it was \ldblquote a little after midnight\rdblquote  at as he pulled his car (not the van or non-company company van) into the lot where the pizzeria was (along with a 24hr grocery store, pet store, jewelry, loan, car parts, Laundromat, and ex cetera) there was a bus stop by the Chinese fast food place (which was closed) the lights of his ride blasted onto the bus stop and onto a lone girl sitting there.   The lot was basically empty; the only two places open were the grocery store and the pizzeria.\par
\tab A lone girl.\par
\tab Dim patted his trusty EMAD\emdash then thought; \lquote could she be a set-up?\rquote\par
\tab There was a lot of that going around\emdash decoys, girls, teens, young adults who looked like young girls.  EMAD detectors were getting better, so were preventors.  There, too, were other deterrents\'85\par
\tab With a sigh, though, Dim pulled up alongside the bus stop; the girl inside the covered building sat with a \ldblquote mad face\rdblquote , arms folded across her chest, and about twelve years young or so.\par
\tab She sat staring straight ahead.\par
\tab The lot was one whereas the main road in front went up a slight hill; on the other side was a very large housing area, a HUGE towering water tower, and then the junior college facility just beyond that.  The lot had a few entrances; some were on level terrain by-roads; one entrance off the main road was almost level with the flattened lot but the entrance Dim was on was on a \ldblquote bump\rdblquote .\par
\tab The girl gave no indication of Dim\rquote s presence.  He sat still for a moment \ldblquote a pizza sure would be good right now\emdash and a big pitcher of Coke!\rdblquote   but\emdash\par
\tab\lquote get in.\rquote\par
\tab The indicators on the EMAD face showed he had her brain wave patterns; everything was \ldblquote green\rdblquote  across the board, with one faltering indicator flickering yellow and even red!  That was a result of the young girl\rquote s being pissed off.\par
\tab\lquote get\emdash in\rquote  Dim resent his desire.\par
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\pard\tab The girl shrugged her left shoulder, changed her facial expression to that of one being curious or hearing something not sure of hearing\emdash like your name being called but you\rquote re not sure it was your name or the wind or whatever.  Her arms came down, mouth opened a bit, tongue licking her lips, and an even more facial change.\par
\tab\lquote GET IN!\rquote\par
\tab And Shelly Birdsong \ldblquote got in.\rdblquote\par
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Did you know?  A cat\rquote s urine glows under black light?\par
(I\rquote m wondering how much the Government pissed away to figure that out!)\par
\tab There was the park, behind the pizzeria (convenient), behind the car lot up on the hill, behind the gas station, under that tower water tower, the parking lot of the junior college, or at the warehouse.\par
\tab Warehouse it is!\par
\tab Close to work for one thing.\par
\tab Also more private\emdash way more.  The warehouse was some miles out of town situated in a small\emdash small rural town with a dozen or so other agri-business type warehouses.  Huge orchards and farmlands were all around; potatoes, tomatoes, alfalfa; peaches, almonds, oranges, and walnuts mostly and mainly.  A major freeway was off to one side, too.\par
\tab The little town, Sonofed, had two bars, one convenient store, fire department, a grade school, post office, two trailer parks, and the ever present smell of something disgusting hanging lifeless in the air; the refuse of warehouse by-products, the sumps, and diesel fumes.  Pleasant little town.  Dim\rquote s warehouse was the very last one\emdash if your were going eastbound on the one road thru Sonofed.\par
\tab The railroad ran alongside the warehouses; the various orchards were just beyond.  All was quiet, dark, creepy.  The drunks had all scurried home and at a little before 1AM Dmitri Tsugua motored behind his warehouse where stacks of pallets were\emdash stacked.\par
\tab\lquote what\rquote s the problem?\rquote  Dim asked as they made the ten minute ride from the bus stop to the warehouse.\par
\tab\ldblquote They forgot my birthday!\rdblquote  she said with firm lips and crossed arms.\par
\tab Ah.\par
\tab Shelly had not one but two sets of twins\emdash and they were a handful.  Boys, too.  One set was six years old while the other was four years old.  It had been Shelly\rquote s birthday\emdash and no one remembered.  There was an older sister, too\emdash she was fifteen.  (last month\emdash no one forgot HER birthday\emdash it was a big day for her and she got lots of stuff.)\par
\tab So Shelly fumed.\par
\tab And fumed.\par
\tab And got pissed.\par
\tab She had anticipated a \ldblquote surprise\rdblquote  party\emdash but it never happened.  She was in a nice skirt/dress outfit, too.  There was more pissed offedness than hurt\emdash but there was hurt there, too.  She was twelve.  Right on the verge of being a teenager.  At school she got good grades\emdash not \ldblquote A\rquote s\rdblquote  like big sister but she got a few of them.\par
\tab\lquote how long were you sitting there?\rquote\par
\tab Shelly shrugged.\par
\tab The last bus time was the \ldblquote 1234-A West Hills Mall/Downtown\rdblquote  coming along at 9:35.  She could have been sitting there a damn long time.  Being pissed off can really warp your world.  (so can an electronic device!)\par
\tab She wore good clothes, had a finger ring, earrings, watch.  She was clean, smelled good, nice small palm sized breasts, shoulder length brown hair\emdash an all around nice looking kid.\par
\tab\lquote take your panties down.\rquote\par
\tab Shelly paused a moment, made a face \ldblquote what?\rdblquote  then her hands obeyed and worked her panties down from under her knee length powder blue skirt.\par
\tab\lquote scoot your butt forward\emdash to the edge of the seat.\rquote\par
\tab Compliance!\par
\tab Dim caressed her thighs then had her place her feet up on the headboard.  Her panties helped keep her ankles locked and Dim fingered her delicious little virgin pussy.  Shelly stared blankly unawares of the goings on with her body.  Dim fingered her more and more working her pussy to juice.\par
\tab Soon (very) and the young birthday girl was in the backseat of Dim\rquote s ride, naked.  Her skirt outfit on the floorboard, her legs splayed open, and a naked Dmitri Tsugua was DEEPLY in her sex.  She was a virgin; she was aware of what boys looked like naked\emdash she had younger brothers but also had seen boys her age peeing AND pleasing themselves.  She wasn\rquote t sure what that was about but they seemed to like it\emdash a lot!\par
\tab Mildly and was Shelly aware of her cunny and how to please it.\par
\tab Mildly and was Shelly aware of sex, some sex acts, and not much else.\par
\tab Dim rode the girl, she grunted, groaned, and remained mindless.  Dim fondled her breasts and felt the sudden release of his seminal fluids.  The release was fucking fantastic!  He had been pent up for awhile and the surge of manly juices was very welcomed.\par
\tab Cupping her ass, Dim power slammed his cock into her crevice delivering a gracious quantity of his personal love (in liquid form.)  Then he pulled out and humped her gash while nuzzling her young preteen breasts.  There was just enough strength in his cock to plunge up her ass, too.\par
Men have two emotions:  Hungry and Horny; if you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.\line\tab One potato, two potato, three potato\emdash four!  A sack of spuds spilled onto the floor causing havoc to an already exhausting day.  Dim began to chuck the spuds\emdash some even made it into the sack he had hung on the hook on the warehouse metal shelf.  His mealy mouth supervisor saw him and marched over bitchin\rquote\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote If you aint going to work right go the fuck home!\rdblquote  he was twenty-one and just out of college.  Dim didn\rquote t like him and it showed.\par
\tab\ldblquote You know, you\rquote re gonna look awfully funny with you\rquote re legs sticking up out of that bag.\rdblquote  he said in all seriousness.  The two had had run-ins before with Wayne Kurdswheywhat blowing his cool and yelling while Dmitri was calm and passive.  But unlike Wayne, Dim had in (good) with the Boss and was on the Never Get Fired/Canned or Let Go List.  Wayne was the son of another Boss but that didn\rquote t bother Dmitri.\par
\tab Dim was, though, having about enough of Wayne\rquote s shit.\par
\tab Wisely and did Wayne \ldblquote walk away.\rdblquote   Good thing, \lquote cause he WOULD have looked funny plunged head first into the burlap bag with his legs sticking out.  Dim tossed the rest of the spillage into the bag, sewed it up, put it up, and went merrily on his way.\par
\tab Still pent up with some aggression, Dim sauntered to the other end of the agri-building, it was running potatoes\emdash which was its usual business but also stored in its massive warehouse carrots, peaches, and other assorted or agricultural related food stuffs.  There were the Front End crew who sewed the potato sacks, the ladies on the line who sorted the spuds, the Bulls who ran five\emdash one hundred pound sacks ea. on hand trucks into the awaiting train cars; and way in the back opposite the warehouse the boxes.  The potatoes came to market in one hundred pound sacks, fifty pound sacks, ten pound sacks.  They also came in boxes, fifty pounds.  The boxes were stacked on pallets then loaded via forklift into the train cars.  Spuds were scattered everywhere.  Beyond the box area was another warehouse addition for the smaller bag industry, then the sump, pallet and other assorted warehouse paraphernalia.\par
\tab And a loading dock.\par
\tab There were two loading docks; one was up front by the warehouse and offices.  The second was in the box area where the trucks got loaded not with sacks of spuds but boxes of spuds.  Dmitri was already in a not-so-good-don\rquote t-fuck-with-me attitude when a trucker who had just backed in ambled up onto the cement dock and lumbered largely toward Dmitri.\par
\tab\ldblquote This \lquote ere the potato shed?\rdblquote  the man asked.\par
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\pard\tab Dim looked at the man, \ldblquote No, oranges.\rdblquote  he said.  The man said, \ldblquote Oh, ok.\rdblquote  And turned about, down the dock stairs, into his truck, and left leaving Dmitri to stare at him\emdash\lquote and this fucker is allowed to reproduce!\rdblquote   There were spuds everywhere on the ground, the air was soiled with the stench of washed and unwashed potatoes, BIG signs were on the warehouse walls inside and out \ldblquote KURDSWHEYWHAT POTATOES\rdblquote .\par
\tab Twenty minutes later and the truck was back; Dim was busy slinging boxes of potatoes onto a pallet when the truck driver walked by giving Dim a glare.  Dim merely smiled and held up a brown russet potato, \ldblquote Here, have an orange!\rdblquote\par
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\tab When lunch type time rolled around Dim and his buddies usually stole a nap, moseyed down to the crappy convenience store for a snack, got something off the roach coach, or something.  Dim stole a brief nap in one of the cold cars\emdash train cars with never-ending refrigeration to keep the produce cold.  \par
\tab Brief nap \lquote cause not more than five minutes into the nap on top of the stacked bags of spuds in came Wayne K disturbing him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, we got a train car overloaded at the yard.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m happy for you.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You and a couple of flunkies going down there and unload some spuds to make the load right.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck you, you do it!\rdblquote  Dim said without moving his arm from being draped over his eyes.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m you Goddamn boss!\rdblquote  shouted Wayne.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re my Goddamn ass!\rdblquote  Dim retorted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do it or you\rquote re fired!\rdblquote  threatened Wayne.\par
\tab Dim sat up sighing.  \ldblquote You know what, Dick Breath?  I\rquote ve had enough of you.\rdblquote  \par
\tab Wayne K standing in his white shirt, tie, black slacks, short hair cut \ldblquote just right\rdblquote , reeking of cheap cologne, holding clipboard ensuring his importance in the company, slung his head and looked like he was about to throw up.\par
\tab\lquote take off your clothes, dick breath.\rquote\par
\tab Wayne slung his head some more, retched, then went very still.\par
\tab Slowly\emdash slowly\emdash s-l-o-w-l-y the twenty something college smart ass pushed down his knit slacks and removed his tie, shirt, undershirt, and then his undies to become naked.\par
\tab\lquote alright, faggot, up here on the sacks.\rquote\par
\tab Wayne crawled up onto the cold sacks, laid down, and was fondled\emdash fondled\emdash fondled all over, then spanked.  Dim had much more install for the boy, though\emdash and after taking his own pants down he had the smart ass college boy suck him.  He had sucked dick before\emdash\par
\tab Dim didn\rquote t pry too much, he was bothered by being bothered and vented his disturbed behavior on the disturbing.  Wayne had slurped schlong of a guy who was his best friend\emdash experimental type thing when they were teenagers.  Not butt play, though.  No kissing, no ass grabbing, or ball washing\emdash just sucking.\par
\tab After Wayne had sucked Dim to a serious hard state of being\emdash\par
\tab\lquote turn over, spread your cheeks!\rquote\tab\par
\tab Dim\rquote s cock was still sore from the screwing righteously of Shelly Birdsong just hour prior.  Twice in the pussy, once between her titties anointing her pretty face with his love cream and then once up the ass before \ldblquote dropping her off\rdblquote  at a nearby hospital (well, it wasn\rquote t \ldblquote near\rdblquote ) but close.\par
\tab Wayne had a virgin asshole.\par
\tab Not anymore.\par
\tab A little spittle and some precum lubed up the hole nicely\emdash well, sufficiently so as Dim\rquote s determined cock could breach the rim and drive inward DEEPLY!  It was both rough for the both of them\emdash and of course, any minute one of the Bulls or anyone else could just waltz in the great open doors of the car\emdash but it was on the second track askew of the dock kind of out of sight.\par
\tab It took five minutes before Dim got his nuts off and creamed Wayne\rquote s hole.\par
\tab To say the least he was exhausted.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t much time\emdash lunch was just about over.\par
\tab Time for a potato!\par
\tab Digging around the cold sacks, Dim found the right sized spud\emdash to jam up his mini Boss\rquote  fresh fucked asshole.  It took some doing, a second fucking, and some unnatural shoving to make the uncomfortable procedure.  Then Dim noted the man with an erection.  \lquote no use wasting it!\rquote  and Dim settled on it getting fucked in the ass himself!\par
\tab A nice dirty dick he would have to explain to himself.  Dim smiled and got the man dressed, fucked with his mind about the sordid event and the coming into the car to disturb Dim; he (Wayne) would seek other company flunkies to go to the train yard to get the train car weight right.\par
\tab Dim went back to sleep\emdash and slept for another hour!\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t a \ldblquote mean streak\rdblquote  but more along the lines of \ldblquote just fucking because\rdblquote .  And also perhaps a little of Seth Strangle\rquote s mentality reasoning of why he did what he did to families\emdash they were morally unjust and therefore his strangling of them was justified.  To save the children, or child; collateral damage was the acceptable justification.\par
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\pard\tab From the warehouse there were as many as four ways to get home; the freeway and then three other ways thru town.  Dim often chose the freeway, it was the quickest way\emdash not always, but usually.  The trek along the railroad out of Sonofed was one way and led to the other ways home, too.\par
\tab At a little after 5:30 that day\emdash a breakdown and a truck late sent the warehouse crew home.  Dim was cool with that.  (and he hadn\rquote t seen Wayne K all day!  Probably in the bathroom trying to poop out that potato!)\par
\tab At the 4-way stop at Sonofed Way; a distribution center was to one side, a gas station on the corner, a bar across the street, a truck stop next to it; then the railroad tracks.  Across the tracks a nursery, a small crappy convenience store (non-national type) and then low income housing\emdash mixed rednecks with Mexicans and a few African-Americans.\par
\tab That particular route (the nursery/redneck area) went several blocks to another major roadway that was an indirect route home but went along different housing and business areas.  It was a pretty good route, a few lights but at the right time of day they could be negotiated well enough.\par
\tab Just passed the nursery and the stucco green 50 year old corner store walking along the broken sidewalk that was part sidewalk part dirt right up against the road was a little girl.  There were HUGE mulberry trees and an odd assortment of bushes and shrubs; some of the rundown homes had fences, brick and stone along with chain link and wrought iron.  Cars were in some yards, engine blocks and tire stacks, too.\par
\tab The little girl wore short shorts, a blue top, and seemed none the worrier about being alone.  She could be a set-up, too.  Dim slowed; the little girl swung her arms, picked her panties out of her ass, and was oblivious to Dim\rquote s coming.\par
\tab (what\rquote s the definition of redneck foreplay?  \ldblquote Get in the truck, bitch!\rdblquote )\par
\tab Some blocks down at the main road; orange orchard on one side, large open field on the other; a turn onto Longway Rd. and past the small Baptist church Dim took a small road that wound its way this way and that thru rolling back hills and the backdrop of his town up to the Bluffs that overlooked the river and the oilfields.  The junior college was close by, too.\par
\tab\lquote take your shorts down.\rquote\par
\tab Little Wendy Ropemyass, eight years young, paused a moment then pushed her short blue shorts down\emdash followed by her underwear.  Dim slipped off her blue top to render her naked.  His cock ached\emdash it had been up Wayne\rquote s ass and in Shelly\rquote s orifices and still ached (yearned) for me.\par
\tab Taking the little girl\rquote s hands he had her play with his cock.  That was while in the front seat.  In the back seat he had her lay on him.   Serious cuddling, lots of fondling, heavy petting.  His aching smoldering cock went up against her innocent crevice and with his hands on her hips he grinded her against him.\par
\tab This went on until there were voices heard\emdash specifically \ldblquote radio\rdblquote  noises from a police radio.\par
\tab Ut-oh, rabbit!\par
\tab For a moment he held fast, then; slowly with great care he moved the naked Wendy to the floorboard and rendered himself \ldblquote invisible.\rdblquote  With having only the little girl\rquote s mind to overwhelm there were sufficient power for the EMAD to warp the air around Dim\rquote s personal space to make him \ldblquote unseen.\rdblquote\par
\tab Outside, just ten meters away stood two roving private security guards having a smoke.  Two men, one tall, one fat.  It wasn\rquote t too dark yet, being summer type time; Dim\rquote s ride was parked just behind a row of oleander bushes but if the two guards strolled any closer or made rounds to the water tower\emdash then they would surely see his muscle car and take interest.\par
\tab Dim patted Wendy\rquote s ass and waited.\par
\tab The oppressive heat was beginning to become a bother; Dim\rquote s stomach growled, he needed a bath, and some sleep.  The guards stood smoking and yapping; the fat one turned to whip his dick out and piss on a bush.  \par
\tab Eventually, though, the two men wandered off.\par
\tab Dim sighed and waited until they were off the parking lot and down the sidewalk of one of the college\rquote s buildings\emdash that way when he fired up his muscle car the noise of the bitchin\rquote  engine wouldn\rquote t alert them\emdash until he was off the lot himself and down the road.\par
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I always take life with a grain of salt; plus a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila\par
\tab Timing is everything\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t enough Dmitri\rquote s to go around!\par
\tab Work.  Home.  Social life.  Private life 1 & 2.\par
\tab Not much was done with little Wendy; after the parking lot/guard incident Dim tooled down from the Bluffs into Oilville, a small redneck town by the river and oilfields.  Not a bad town, there was a mix of lots of peoples; blacks, Mexicans, Asians, and \ldblquote other.\rdblquote   Mostly, though, rednecks.  And bikers.  Like with most cities and towns, there were \ldblquote sections\rdblquote  and most folks knew what sections they were comfortable with and what sections to stay the hell away from.\par
\tab Dim sashayed down the middle of Oilville to one of the many fast food places and parked on the lower parking area down by the dumpster.  There he completed his naughty doings with Wendy, no penetration but a hell of a lot of rubbing, humping, and spilling of seed.\par
\tab Afterwards a light spanking, anal gouging, having her suck his balls, then he lay her on top of him whereas her back was on his chest and there he commenced to fingering her pussy like crazy.\par
\tab Then he booted her out of the car sending her thru the thick oleander bushes surrounding the fast food lot into the next lot that was a used car lot.  Dim then dressed and moved to the fast food joint to eat, call his parents, check the work schedule, call a friend, his girlfriend, etc.\par
\tab Meanwhile, two lone dirt bags found the naked wandering dazed little Wendy and THEY had their way with her.  Unfortunately for them, though, she was no longer under the influence of an EMAD and after the boys had raped and sodomized her they giggled and wiggled and were in the throws of enjoying themselves when the cops showed up.  The boys, 14 yrs young, had been flattening tires, bashing windows, poking holes in radiators, peeing into the gas tanks, and making mischievous mayhem\emdash setting off a silent alarm in the process.\par
\tab The deputy sheriffs arrested the boys\emdash after beating the shit out of them, rescued the little girl and whisked her away to the hospital.  It was big news and stirred up quite a ruckus\emdash which annoyed Dmitri.  He completed his socializing and his meal, got a large drink to go and scurried on his way.\par
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\ldblquote I-24\emdash I-24!  O-70\emdash O-70!  B-7\emdash B-7!\rdblquote\par
\tab The sun was going down, a few hours before return to work; Dim casually wondered if Wayne had pooped out that potato.   Taking the main road thru the middle of Oilville, Dim motored north to another road that eventually taking the long scenic route for no other reason than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote  (again) he came across a teenage girl at a bus stop.\tab\par
\tab Dim rolled up, powered down the passenger window,\par
\tab\ldblquote Buses aren\rquote t running this late out here.\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab The girl looked ashen; but there were also mixed emotions.  She looked to the bus schedule plastered on the inside of the enclosure.\par
\tab\ldblquote Read the \ldblquote B\rdblquote  line, Saturday run times.\rdblquote\par
\tab The read the \ldblquote B\rdblquote  line, Saturday run times\emdash and was dejected.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit.\rdblquote  she said.  She was having a bad day.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where were you going?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sommerset Village.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Long walk.\rdblquote  Dim stated.\par
\tab The girl looked broken.\par
\tab\lquote get in.\rquote\par
\tab The girl made way into Dim\rquote s ride.\par
\tab Dim was on a roll.\par
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\pard\tab\lquote having a bad day?\rquote  Dim surmised.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote\par
\tab Her name was Christine, Christine Beeseven.\par
\tab And she had farted\emdash in class.\par
\tab While giving a speech from her essay on estuaries she ripped a butt blast.\par
\tab And everyone heard it. \par
\tab Not her finest moment.\par
\tab\lquote are you a virgin?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  she answered; she made a curious face, cocked her head, but otherwise remained still and quiet.\par
\tab Dim smiled.  then,\par
\tab\lquote undo your pants.\rquote\par
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\tab Just off Zuckzuck Rd. on the other side of an abandoned county dump and cement plant and down in a small valley Chrissy Beeseven lay out on the ground beside Dmitri\rquote s muscle car, naked.  Dmitri delighted in eating out her thirteen year old pussy; it was neatly trimmed and not well fucked.  Only a light prying had Dim done to her mind\emdash divulging her naughty side.  She was a star pitcher for her school\rquote s softball team, and gave excellent head to her boyfriend.\par
\tab She was having occasional sex with a young boy she babysat for, he was eight and got yelled at by his parents a lot\emdash plus beaten.  So Chrissy felt sorry for him and sex seemed to be \ldblquote just the thing!\rdblquote  to cheer a young boy up.\par
\tab Dim slid onto the girl and guided into her his love tool.  Other than sucking her boyfriend\rquote s cock, whacking him off, and letting him \ldblquote do her up the butt\rdblquote  once in awhile, she spread her legs for him, too.  So far, five times.  With the little boy, Jake, also five times.  Thomas, though, had his cock wrapped\emdash but not always.\par
\tab Dim\rquote s cock wasn\rquote t wrapped; just hard and horny.\par
\tab After releasing his love; he lay against her letting Nature\rquote s cool late evening air soothe him.  His cock being revitalized and definitely satiated oozed cum onto the girl\rquote s thigh.  He fingered her super moist cunt, sucked on her teenage titties, and very muchly was pleased with the day\rquote s events (and his wondrous mind altering device.)\par
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\tab He coulda-woulda-shoulda done Chrissy \ldblquote up the butt\rdblquote  but didn\rquote t.  (maybe he was afraid she\rquote d fart on his dick!) Instead, he took her home\emdash her home, dropping her off two houses down from her house and then watched as she \ldblquote came around\rdblquote , looked around, then made way home hours late.  He then realized she was going to be in LOADs of trouble with no real good excuse.\par
\tab The door of the very nice two-story home literally flew open and two irate parental units stood there.  \ldblquote WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?\rdblquote  they were concerned and pissed off.  It was not like Chrissy to be so late\emdash so they were worried that she had been kidnapped by some perv with an EMAD.\par
\tab Chrissy was a little dazed still which gave cause for the mother to believe something tragic had indeed happened to her daughter.  The dad remained at the door pushing back younger siblings.\par
\tab Chrissy explained that the last thing she remembered was being at the bus stop.  Her mother closed her eyes firmly believing that her child had been abducted and had probably been raped then had her mind erased of the incident.  There was a lot of that going around.  Perverts be damned!\par
\tab The girl was ushered inside, the door shut, Dim left in quandary.  The woman WAS a nice looking thing, he didn\rquote t want any undue toil on Chrissy, the little sister of Chrissy was nice\'85\par
\tab Dim motored home checking in just a little before midnight.\par
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\tab The next day\emdash\par
\tab All day and no sign of \ldblquote potato-in-his-ass-boy\rdblquote ; Dim didn\rquote t ask, either.\par
\tab At the afternoon break as Dim made his way to the ever popular roach coach (snack truck), Dim\rquote s Boss took him by the elbow off to one side.\par
\tab\ldblquote That last batch of drink went over well,\rdblquote  grinned the burly Boss, \ldblquote think you can supply me with another case?\rdblquote\par
\tab Dim smiled, \ldblquote Can do!\rdblquote  and the Boss palmed him a small wad of cash.\par
\tab There was no working till the late evening hours\emdash not for Dim (although he\rquote d still get paid for such time!)  He made for nearby Boone County of the Tri-County area and Jeb Harlen, local moonshiner.\par
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\tab Boone County, part of the tri-county area with Stanis Country to the east north of the industrial city, Quarkton.  There was the Suskanna River where twice a day a massive locomotive known as Dark Thunder roared thru the landscape.  A couple of other rivers, Bald Deer River was one; Burrelwood was one of the larger towns, then Northvalley in nearby Sucalotta County.  Knob Hill was the biggest hill in the area in an otherwise predominantly flat landcape.\par
\tab The other notable makeup for the area was the horse farms, the abandoned train station in the woods known locally as Whistle Stop (anything sound familiar?  You\rquote ll have to go back to Book 7, Chapter 36 to refresh your memory).  There, too, was Gobole Farm where two miscreant boys, Angus and Harley, let loose the farmer\rquote s prize pigs to go romp in the cornfield.\par
\tab Then there was Jeb Harlen.  Farmer, wild hog hunter, moonshiner.\par
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\pard\tab Jeb Harlen served the tri-county area, and Stanis, and the City where Dim hailed from.  Lots of thirsty folk and Dim kept finding more and more!  Dim\rquote s boss, Boss, was becoming quite the customer\emdash but that also went for quite a few folk from Boone, Chester, and Gilmore counties!\par
\tab The sheriff of Boone County was Andy Loomas; a tall-tall slender man, no bullshit type man, serious about his badge, was parked on the porch of Jeb Harlen.\par
\tab\lquote Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!\rquote  Dim said as he pulled up onto the scene; it was too late to back out and wait the Sheriff out\emdash getting the Jeb\rquote s place was thru a meandering dirt road thru huge towering grasses, cornfields, and stands of scrap trees.  Making the final turn and\emdash there you were right on Jeb\rquote s property.  The Sheriff\rquote s car was parked off to one side; Jeb\rquote s \ldblquote business\rdblquote  was not on his property, of course, but he did have a few cases stored secretly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, looky, \lquote ere who come to see me!\rdblquote  chortled Jeb.  Dim ambled out of his car and came up to the old man shaking his hand, nodding to the Sheriff.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sheriff an\rquote  me been jus\rquote  a jawin\rquote  up a storm!\rdblquote  Jeb said settling back down in his wingback.  \ldblquote Where\rquote d the hell you been?\rdblquote  Jeb asked, \ldblquote Ain\rquote t seen yer hide in quite awhile?\rdblquote  which wasn\rquote t true, Dim had been out \ldblquote fetchin\rquote\rdblquote  just days earlier.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, Boss got me workin\rquote , took my dad to a ballgame.\rdblquote  General chatter followed for the next few minutes\emdash discussing ballgames and players.  Dim tried not to look uncomfortable; Sheriff Loomas was not a bad ass or a jerk, he was a lawmen and elected by the county peoples to do the job of the office\emdash uphold the laws of the county.  He was easy going but still a man of the law.\par
\tab The Sheriff and Jeb were friends, they had coon hounds that they bred\emdash it\rquote s always nice to take your dog out to get laid, Jeb had been in the Korean War (Conflict) and Loomas had been in the Vietnam affair.  They both had been in the same outfits, just different eras\emdash so there was a commonality there that they shared.\par
\tab Jeb, however, didn\rquote t share his hooch.\par
\tab Loomas knew Jeb had a still, somewhere\emdash and he knew the old boy had skunks like Dmitri runnin\rquote  shine for him in and out of the county and counties.  Some of those ol\rquote  boys Loomas had caught\emdash but they never squealed on where they had gotten the trunk load of illegal liquor.\par
\tab Dim had yet to be caught.\par
\tab\ldblquote You know, I hear\rquote d tell that a pig can have an orgasm for thirty minutes!\rdblquote\par
\tab (something I\rquote ve always wanted to know)\par
\tab Sheriff Loomas sputtered his ice cold lemonade, \ldblquote Gull dern, Jeb,\rdblquote  he sputtered, \ldblquote What fool notion tells you to tell me that?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeb slapped his knee and commenced to giggling, \ldblquote Jus\rquote  to sees your reaction!\rdblquote\par
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\pard\tab\ldblquote A cockroach will live up to nine days before it starves to death.\rdblquote  Dim added.  Both Loomas and Jeb stared at Dim.  Dim, now feeling foolish and uncomfortable, got antsy.\par
\tab Shrugging it off, though, \ldblquote A flea can jump three hundred fifty feet!  That\rquote s like a human jumping the length of a football field!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeb got a twitch in his eye; Loomas sat staring with his mouth open.\par
\tab (I\rquote m still not over the pig\emdash thirty minutes!  Imagine!)\par
\tab\ldblquote A lion can mate fifty times a day!\rdblquote  Jeb chuckled.\par
\tab Loomas stared at him with an even more bewildered look.\par
\tab Just then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Sheriff, Sheriff Loomas, this is Base, come in.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Go ahead, Tim.\rdblquote  Loomas said speaking into his radio\rquote s microphone pinned to his shoulder.\par
\tab\ldblquote Zeb Tucker says someone\rquote s let loose his goats and pigs and they\rquote s runnin\rquote  all over the roadway.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And why is that my problem?\rdblquote  Loomas said shaking his head.  \ldblquote I\rquote m not the county animal round-up man!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  said deputy Tim Dougnuts, \ldblquote but he\rquote s said that\rquote s the third time this month and he\rquote s going to put a stop to it!\rdblquote\par
\tab Loomas sighed, put his head in his hand muttering to know one but anyone who would hear him, \ldblquote tell me why again I took this job?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Jeb, Dmitri, you all have a good evening.\rdblquote  He said standing up and making for his car, \ldblquote Stay out of trouble.\rdblquote  He said\emdash with his final remark aimed at Dmitri.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bite my ass, Sheriff!\rdblquote  Dmitri said\emdash but by then the Sheriff\rquote s car had started and Dim\rquote s words were unheard.\par
\tab After the Sheriff had departed, Jeb shook his head, \ldblquote He\rquote s onto you, boy.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I know.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Best be damn careful.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote You got an order?\rdblquote\par
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\tab Dim had three orders, Jeb only had enough moonshine jars to fill one order.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yer gonna have\rquote ta take me out to my still.\rdblquote   Dmitri was one of the very few who knew where Jeb Harlen\rquote s moonshine still was and Jeb Harlen trusted him.  So, after loading up what filled one order for Dim\rquote s Boss they struck off just at sunset.\par
\tab (I\rquote m still not over the pig\'85)\par
\tab After winding around the back area of Boone County country they emerged to Jeb\rquote s moonshine still site #2\emdash there were three sites to be noted.  Dim helped load fresh made hooch.\par
\tab\ldblquote Top dollar on this batch.\rdblquote  Jeb said seriously.\par
\tab Dim smiled, \ldblquote They\rquote ll pay it.\rdblquote\par
\tab After loading the special drink, Dim sampled some.\par
\tab It was an eye opener\emdash and an eye closer.\par
\tab His entire mouth felt on fire\emdash like a serious hot pepper explosion.\par
\tab Then he swallowed.\par
\tab A thousand mosquitoes buzzed in his ears; he heard Dark Thunder rolling on its rails; he began to tilt; and thought his world was turning upside down.\par
\tab\ldblquote Smooooooth, ain\rquote t it, boy?\rdblquote  chortled Jeb.\par
\tab The fire slowly left his mouth but left a tingling sensation regardless.  Then of course there was the trek down the throat, esophagus, and finally into the belly.  Wow\emdash what a ride!  Another sip and Dim had a hard time standing up; he leaned against his car blowing air and not much else.  He had had some of Jeb Harlen\rquote s hooch before, some batches were not as intense while others would literally knock your socks off.  This was by far the best countrified moonshine\emdash ever!\par
\tab Dim required a few minutes (an hour) to recover.  Jeb had a sample of his own brew\emdash didn\rquote t seem to affect him whatsoever.  After Dim had his senses back it was time to head back to Jeb\rquote s home and then Dim on to his own.  Just as they came onto Rutgut Road\emdash lights of red and blue came on behind Dmitri\rquote s ride filling his rearview mirror.  Dim had already hit the switch hiding his license plate replacing it with another register to a bloke in Stanis County.\par
\tab\ldblquote This is the Sheriff of Boone County,\rdblquote  said a deep booming voice, Andy Loomas, \ldblquote pull over and stop\emdash\rdblquote  bla-bla-bla\par
\tab Dim smiled, \ldblquote Hang on!\rdblquote  he told his passenger.  Jeb Harlen tightened his seat belt, his seat, put a hand thru his old well worn overalls and gritted himself for the ride of his life.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now, boy, I\rquote m seventy-two dern years old,\rdblquote  Jebadiah said, \ldblquote don\rquote t you go aging me none!\rdblquote\par
\tab Dim smiled and tromped on the accelerator.\par
\tab The Sheriff\rquote s car had a bitchin\rquote  motor, too; good tires, and well balanced.  The driver?  Well, not so much.  He hit the accelerator, too.  Unlike Dmitri, though, Sheriff Loomas had something he didn\rquote t\emdash a two-way.  Loomas hit the gas pedal barking after the moon runner.  (insert Foggy Mountain Breakdown music here, from the movie Bonnie & Clyde.)\par
\tab Outrunning Loomas\rquote  car wasn\rquote t an easy task, \lquote specially since he had gotten the proverbial jump on Dmitri as he pulled out onto the road.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sons-a-bitches\rquote  best not go huntin\rquote  fer my still!\rdblquote  Jeb said aloud (of which they did.)  Two deputy sheriff cars peeled off from behind their leader going along the route taking them to Jeb\rquote s still site.\par
\tab Shooting down the main road was not a good idea; roadblocks and road spikes were easy set-ups.  Dim struck off thru the cornfield\emdash and that wasn\rquote t a good idea, either.  He knew the lay of the land but at night it was a little different\emdash he liked landmarks to see but at night that was a little difficult to see.\par
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\ldblquote He was screamin' through the valley where the Bald Deer River flows \line Through the mud and crud in the cornfields where the marijuana grows \line They crossed the railroad tracks at Whistle Stop; around the hills and thru the dales \line That high powered muscle car with four wheels flyin\rquote  and smokey on his tail \par
\line  \tab He was haulin\rquote  shine and making time when Loomas gave him a shout\par
He was right there waitin\rquote  at the meadow exit on the rural route \line Moonrunner Dim was doin\rquote  sixty something per when he came out on that trap \line Loomas commenced to whirl his flashing lights and he made his siren wail \line Dim slipped on down to four on the floor with smokey on his tail \par
\line  \tab Now Dim\rquote s ride was a NASCAR pride with racing stripes and dual pipes \line Ole Loomas had a Ford \line Dim\rquote s motor had a four port carb\line Ole smokey\rquote s was stroked and bored \line So the chase was on but Dim had the edge \line With a car that could never fail \line It was a 1969 Dodge Charger with four on the floor and smokey on his tail \line\line There he was; siren screamin\rquote , lights flashin\rquote , engine gunnin\rquote  \line\line Dmitri dropped down to grab low and made a hard right turn \line Those super wide pavement grabbin\rquote  tries went slashing through the corn \line The tassels flew and the kernels did, too, and it looked like yellow hail \line Just screaming alive in four wheels high with smokey still on his tail \line\line He was screamin' through the valley where the Bald Deer River flows \line Through the mud and crud in the cornfields where the marijuana grows \line They crossed the railroad tracks at Whistle Stop; around the hills and thru the dales \line That high powered muscle car with four wheels flyin\rquote  and smokey on his tail.\rdblquote\par
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\tab\ldblquote Jesus H Christ!\rdblquote  Jeb shouted\emdash as the \rquote 69 muscle car went sailing thru the fields of corn.  A hundred yards behind them and Sheriff Loomas of Boone County was hot as snot on their tail.\par
\tab\ldblquote Gotta try and lose him (somehow).\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeb looked around\emdash but mostly there was only flying corn.\par
\tab\ldblquote Gots to git out of this field!\rdblquote  Jeb said strongly.\par
\tab\ldblquote No argument there.\rdblquote  Dim wasn\rquote t too familiar with the cornfield so it was a bit of work to find an access road and make use of it.  A farmer\rquote s road that was narrow but straight\emdash Dim hit it (gas pedal) and flew down the road.\par
\tab\ldblquote Gots to git me bearings,\rdblquote  Jeb said, \ldblquote an\rquote  I canna help us out a bit.\rdblquote\par
\tab Minutes later\emdash with Loomas still on his tail, Dim roared onto a paved road.\par
\tab Little help, night had fallen darkly and there was nothing to see to \ldblquote get bearings.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Jus\rquote  haul ass, boy, haul ass!\rdblquote\par
\tab Dim did just that.\par
\tab Thankfully, the Sheriff Department of Boone County didn\rquote t have the funds for a helicopter.  In the horizon surrounding them, though\emdash more lights flashing with possible help from neighboring counties.  Might outrun the county car but you can\rquote t outrun the two-way! (radio)\par
\tab Then they passed a row of mailboxes.\par
\tab\ldblquote STOP!\rdblquote  screamed Jeb.\par
\tab Dim stopped and Jeb checked the names on the boxes.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok,\rdblquote  he said, \ldblquote we\rquote re on Lock \lquote n Load Road.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Which way?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeb wasn\rquote t sure, but the boxes were on the right soooo\par
\tab\ldblquote You ain\rquote t gonna like this,\rdblquote  Jeb said, \ldblquote turn around.\rdblquote\par
\tab Dim shook his head, but he trusted Jeb\emdash as much as Jeb trusted him.  Jebadiah didn\rquote t want to get caught as much as Dim did.  With Loomas bearing down on them and fellow deputy flunkies coming, too, Dim whipped the Dodge around and floored it.\par
\tab To say the least, Sheriff Loomas was startled and despite his years of behind the wheel chasin\rquote  moonshine runners he ran off the road and into the cornfield (on his side stalled out.)  He was out of the race.\par
\tab Dim didn\rquote t know that; he saw half a dozen sheriff cars closing in.  With his foot smashing the accelerator to the floor and the speedometer touching 80 miles per,\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, boy, you\rquote ve impressed me good\emdash slows down so we\rquote s can make this turn.\rdblquote\par
\tab Dim let off the gas and made the turn onto Barrel Ave.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Keep a-goin\rquote !\rdblquote  chortled the old man.\par
\tab Jeb had graying hair, in his younger days it had been thick curly jet black; there was a bit of a pudge to his person, he was a few cunt hairs shy of being five foot eight.  He held on (for dear life) as Dmitri powered down the rural road\emdash with half a dozen \ldblquote smokies\rdblquote  on their tail.\par
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\pard\tab\ldblquote Hang left!\rdblquote  Jeb shouted (above the still playing banjo music.)\par
\tab Barrel Ave. ended\emdash literally; one of those dead end roads that gave you an option of turning Right or Left.  The lights of the car illuminated the caution warning sign and the red stop sign and the arrows point Left and Right.  Dim whipped the big heavy car Left and tromped it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bes\rquote  get \lquote er up to speed, boy.\rdblquote  Jeb said seriously.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why\rquote s that?\rdblquote  Dim asked not knowing but knowing something serious was about to happen.  And he was right.  The new road, Shoot Lane, went over a portion of Suskhanna River via a wooden bridge.\par
\tab Thing was, though\emdash\par
\tab The Dodge\rquote s lights brightly illuminated several placards that brightly gave details eluding to the fact that the bridge over the river was OUT.\par
\tab That wasn\rquote t good news.\par
\tab\ldblquote You can make it!\rdblquote  Jeb said.\par
\tab The speedometer wavered at 85.\par
\tab The \rquote 69 Charger weighed just under four thousand pounds.  The powerplant was a nice hefty 500 Hemi giving the car a nice 425 horsepower.  And Dim needed every bit of that to make the jump.  The car could make \'bc mile at 13:48 or so seconds at 109 miles per.  As the bridge neared, Dim hit the booster tromping down as hard as possible opening up all the engine\rquote s abilities thrusting premium juices thru the veins pushing the car to 112 miles per when they came to the non-existent bridge.\par
\tab There was a slight ramp there at the abutment; a raised area of a dirt mound.\par
\tab The car hit it and SAILED over the remains of the bridge and the Suskhanna River that had a trivial amount of water in it\emdash but it was still twenty-five feet down (and sixty feet across!)\par
\tab Momentum is everything.\par
\tab Gravity is, too.\par
\tab And it WAS like slow-motion, Dim recalled; the car lifted and sailed at a phenomenal rate\emdash but also, it was if like Dim could have just gotten out and sat on the hood!  Wouldn\rquote t suggest it, though.  And after the \ldblquote sailing\rdblquote  there was the gravity issue.\par
\tab The car hit the other side of the bridge\emdash barely.\par
\tab One of the shocks didn\rquote t make it, a lot of the undercarriage was bent, the left rear tire blew, two of the four motor mounts broke, and the two fellows in the front seat were rattled beyond belief.\par
\tab Six deputy sheriff cars, however, came to a screeching halt behind them with two crashing into the others pushing one car off into the river!  Whew!  What a ride!  \ldblquote I don\rquote t want to do that any time soon!\rdblquote  Dim said breathing hard.\par
\tab Jeb giggled, slapped his knee, \ldblquote Son, sonofabitch!\rdblquote  he chortled on so.  The banjo music stopped and Dim headed for Jeb\rquote s place.  The car made noises, rattled and shimmied\emdash not a good sign.  Once at Jeb\rquote s place again the car was parked and cooled off with water, the racing stripes were removed, the right license plate flipped back in place, alterations here and there and just in time as Sheriff Loomas made a maddening return.\par
\tab Sheriff Loomas and some deputies were at the front door in just minutes.\par
\tab A maddening knock did Loomas make\emdash disturbing the slumbering inhabitants of the out-of-the-way shack.  Dim was still in his clothes, minus shoes and socks, but Jeb came to the door in nothing but his skivvies!  He looked as sleepy as possible.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the \lquote ells ailing you, Loomas?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You two been here all night?\rdblquote  Loomas said pissed off and confused.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  said Jeb, \ldblquote where the \lquote ell else would we be?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What are YOU still doin\rquote  \lquote ere?\rdblquote  Loomas asked of Dim.  Dim saw a pair of deputies checking out his car.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re goin\rquote  fishin\rquote  in the morning.\rdblquote  Dim said rubbing his eyes and balls.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey!  Sheriff!\rdblquote  said one of the deputy flunkies, \ldblquote This \lquote ere don\rquote t look like the one we\rquote s was a chasin\rquote .\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Chasin\rquote ?\rdblquote  Jeb said, \ldblquote Whaz a-goin\rquote  on, Loomas?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Never you mind!\rdblquote  bitched Loomas and he marched to Dim\rquote s car.\par
\tab The pint stripping was gone, different license plate, it looked lowered, too.\par
\tab The paint seemed different, too\emdash Dim had a special paint job that reflected differently and with a special electrical charge energized the paint scheme to change it just enough to be different.\par
\tab\ldblquote This aint the same car, Loomas!\rdblquote  spoke harshly one of the deputies.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shut it!\rdblquote  almost yelled the Sheriff.\par
\tab Dim came out, stretching, \ldblquote What\rquote s this all about, Sheriff?\rdblquote  he asked nicely.\par
\tab\ldblquote A moonrunner was out on the rural roads, Shoot, Barrel, out passed the river.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We been here all night, Sheriff,\rdblquote  Dim said sincerely, \ldblquote getting up early in the morning to go fishing.\rdblquote\par
\tab Loomas gave Dim a hard stare.\par
\tab\ldblquote You aint foolin\rquote  me, boy,\rdblquote  he said seethingly, \ldblquote I\rquote s knows it was you!\rdblquote  but the car wasn\rquote t the same.  His nostrils flared and Dim leaned against the muscle car knowing that Loomas knew\emdash there was evidence of water to cool the \ldblquote hot\rdblquote  car down\emdash Loomas tapped his foot in one of the mud puddles that had formed.\par
\tab Loomas reared back, \ldblquote That was a pretty good jump you made over the river.\rdblquote  He smiled trying a new tactic.  He then commenced to jostling the car, checking its soundness.\par
\tab Save for the one busted shock the car held up just fine.\par
\tab\ldblquote Most folk water their flowers.\rdblquote  Loomas drawled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Just cleaning her off,\rdblquote  Dim said proudly with his arms folded, \ldblquote lot of bugs out this way.\rdblquote\par
\tab Loomas flared his nostrils again, walked around the car, kicked a tire, shook his head.  It wasn\rquote t the same car.\par
\tab\ldblquote You want us to go check on that registerant?\rdblquote  Deputy Flowertoe asked sheepishly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  Loomas said almost sarcastically, \ldblquote you do that!\rdblquote\par
\tab Loomas stood with his back to Dim; the only lights on were those of the sheriff cars.  Dim sighed; he was proudful that his car had made the leap over the river, but only he and Jeb Harlen knew it\emdash well, he and the entire Boone County Sheriff\rquote s department!\par
\tab As Loomas slowly tredged to his car\emdash an ear of corn fell from the back bumper of Dim\rquote s \rquote 69 Charger\'85\par
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\tab\ldblquote B-7!\rdblquote\par
\tab Once she had been caught nakedly masturbating\emdash her fate was sealed.\par
\tab Once she had been caught having sex with a boy\emdash her fate was sealed.\par
\tab Once she had been caught having sex with a dog\emdash well, you know.\par
\tab Maryanne Beawesome, thirteen, was a very sweet young teenager.  Demure in nature, calm, reserved; but also very bright, wonderful disposition, and had a penchant for \ldblquote getting caught.\rdblquote   To look at Maryanne, with her soft features, nicely developed breasts, shapely body, supple appearance, super fine ass length long brown hair, no one would know she had a \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  side.  But she did.  It wasn\rquote t just boys who had unnatural desires\'85\par
\tab Like most girls Maryanne\rquote s age, babysitting was one way in which to earn cash and help the community.  The duty of babysitting instilled upon the young teen responsibility, management, and the like of young boys.  She was a very helpful girl and one time while at the community hospital she encountered Chad Huntbear.  He was eleven and hospitalized due to an accident confining him mostly to a wheelchair.  His parents lived out of town and couldn\rquote t be with him so much, they worked lots of hours to pay for the hospital stay leaving their only child a little depressed.\par
\tab Maryanne and some of her friends threw a party for mostly the little kids of the hospital that they knew to help cheer them up\emdash but everyone was invited including older kids, too.\par
\tab Chad showed but wasn\rquote t so enthused\emdash his parents wouldn\rquote t be able to come up to see him until the weekend\emdash and it was Wednesday.  Maryanne noticed him wheeling out of the large community room and felt very badly for him.  She followed him, found him, tried talking to him but he was sad and pissed off.\par
\tab Maryanne wouldn\rquote t be put off\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote How about an outside adventure?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chad shrugged.  He didn\rquote t care and was on the verge of breaking down\emdash which only made matters worse\emdash a boy crying in front of a girl!?  Maryanne got authorization from the nurse\rquote s station then whisked Chad outside to the hospital park.  Then around the back of the hospital to the park area that was more secluded.  There were pathways, nature paths, lots of trees, bushes, shrubs, and \ldblquote out of the way\rdblquote  locales.\par
\tab They talked, mostly Maryanne talked trying to cheer up the young fellow who was in no mood to be cheered up.  She tried finding something of interest.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you\emdash like to fish?\rdblquote\par
\tab He shrugged, his dad worked too much to go fishing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Baseball?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Basketball?\rdblquote   \ldblquote Golf?\rdblquote\par
\tab He sucked at basketball, had no clue about golf; baseball, however\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote I play short stop, the hardest position on the field!\rdblquote  the boy brightened up and chatted openly about baseball, his team, the new glove he got.\par
\tab\ldblquote I hit a homerun last time I was playing,\rdblquote  he said proudly, \ldblquote brought two guys in, too!\rdblquote  unfortunately the other team brought in more guys than his team but still, a homerun was a homerun.\par
\tab Then the accident happened.\par
\tab He was riding his bike when it slipped on a bad piece of road, the heat had buckled the road and there was a bump he didn\rquote t see; \ldblquote the front tire hit it and the bike slid in some oil\rdblquote  and Chad got pummeled by a car.  Luckily, though, the car was coming to a stop so the impact was not so bad\emdash just broke his leg and injured his hips.  His parents didn\rquote t have quality health insurance so the community hospital miles away was the best choice for his care.\par
\tab Now he was depressed again.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Maryanne, I-I sorta gotta get back.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You in pain?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, I-I gotta go to the bathroom.\rdblquote\par
\tab Oh.\par
\tab A brief pause, then\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you got to just go pee?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chad bowed his head and nodded quickly.\par
\tab Maryanne brightened hiding her smile, \ldblquote Well, you can just \ldblquote go out here\rdblquote , then.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chad was taken by surprise, \ldblquote Out here?\rdblquote  he said astonished looking around.\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s no one around,\rdblquote  Maryanne assured, \ldblquote It\rquote ll be cool.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chad, though, \ldblquote Well, I-I have trouble standing.\rdblquote  to wit Maryanne said,\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry, I\rquote ll help you.\rdblquote\par
\tab This, of course, took Chad by surprise.  But the need to pee was getting urgent.  Maryanne didn\rquote t seem embarrassed and had already started helping him to stand.  With trembling fingers he opened his hospital gown robe fishing out his penis from his hospital pants and underwear.  He was a little clumsy and had it not been for Maryanne \ldblquote right there\rdblquote  he would have surely fallen.\par
\tab But Maryanne WAS right there and held him firmly.\par
\tab Then she did the unthinkable\emdash she took holt of his member aiming it as the flood of pent up urine exploded from his piss slit.  The relief was instant and very welcome.  The embarrassment was not so bad but he was still sheepish some.\par
\tab The girl holding his dick then began \ldblquote working\rdblquote  it\emdash more than what he did himself when after a good piss.  There was the customary \ldblquote shake\rdblquote  but Maryanne did a lot more than that!  She \ldblquote shook\rdblquote  the eleven year old member, then began pulling it back and forth\emdash back and forth\emdash back and forth stretching the cock more and more until \ldblquote good feelings\rdblquote  began swelling up inside the boy\emdash not too mention his cock.\par
\tab Maryanne expertly played with Chad\rquote s schlong until it was at optimum hardness.  Then she sucked it.  Just like that!  The act totally blew the boy\rquote s mind.  Maryanne sucked and sucked; she fondled his balls, worked down his pajama pants and undies then gently laid the boy down\emdash and laid him.\par
\tab Maryanne pulled off her blouse hen her bra.  Chad\rquote s eyes bulged; he had never-ever seen a girl\rquote s bare breasts before.  Never-ever!  But wait!  There\rquote s more!  The girl was one of few girls who preferred dresses and long skirts; jeans and shorts were ok, walking shorts and such\emdash but in the summer especially, Maryanne Beawesome liked dresses and skirts.\par
\tab In one fluid motion the skirt was off and standing up she slithered down her pinkish panties totally captivating her young charge.  Never-ever had he seen a girl of ANY age naked.  His young cock was the hardest it had ever been!  And Maryanne settled her cunt right down on it.\par
\tab  A little grinding against the boy\rquote s cock, a little cock spittle oozing from the cock\rquote s piss slit; the girl laid down on the boy, grinning and grinding her very nice breasts against the boy\rquote s chest\emdash of which she also made bare, then slowly snaked his cock into her cunny.\par
\tab The fuck was on!\par
\tab Slowly at first but a minute later and the FUCK WAS ON!\par
\tab Chad was a quick cummer blowing his load up into Maryanne\rquote s pussy in just under two minutes time!  His cock, however, remained nice and hard and Maryanne was just getting started.  The girl rode the boy and rode the boy and rode the boy into sexual oblivion.  Laying down on the boy and moving her just hips; the boy\rquote s cock slipped out a couple of times and one of those times\emdash Maryanne eased the boy\rquote s cock into her asshole!\tab  She did!  Sitting up she worked herself up and down the boy\rquote s cock (in her ass) furthering blowing Chad\rquote s mind.\par
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Bark!  Bark!  Woof!  Woof!  Pussy\rquote s pussy to a dog\par
\tab Oh the things you find out when spying\'85\par
\tab Case in point, Maryanne Beawesome and Champion the Wonder Dog.\par
\tab Other than caring for kids, Maryanne also walked dogs.  Champion was one such dog she took for walks almost daily\emdash the doggie, a 10 year old German Shepherd, belonged to an elderly woman who no longer could walk well.  Maryanne checked in on the old woman, as she did several other old people she knew; brought them things they needed and just touched basis.\par
\tab Speaking of \ldblquote touching basis\rdblquote\'85\par
\tab Taking Champion to the park was one of the dog\rquote s best likes; the other was nailing the willing human girl who walked him there.  In the same area that Maryanne had taken Chad, Champion got busy with the pretty human not on a daily basis but \ldblquote often\rdblquote .  Maryanne would get as naked as she did with Chad; put socks on Champion\rquote s paws\emdash so as the front paws wouldn\rquote t scratch her, and after working the doggie\rquote s pick cock out of it sheath and getting it ultra hard\emdash she spread her legs (and ass) and let Champion the Wonder Dog have his way.\par
\tab Champion had his way often with Maryanne\rquote s asshole.\par
\tab Occasionally he plugged her pussy and Maryanne was ok with that, too.\par
\tab Afterwards and did Champion lick out Maryanne\rquote s snappin\rquote  pussy.\par
\tab Kinda creepy but oh well\'85\par
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Daddy\rquote s little girl!\par
\tab (is naughty!)\par
\tab One day, while not out screwing a little boy or dog, Maryanne lay out on her bed\emdash butt bare ass naked, fingering herself.  Who should walk in on her?  Her dad.  Correction\emdash step-dad.  And he didn\rquote t walk all the way in\emdash just opened the door and \ldblquote there she was\rdblquote\emdash naked, on her bed, gettin\rquote  after it.\par
\tab After a few minutes, Maryanne emerged out of her room; clothed.  She found her new daddy in his room\emdash doing what SHE had been doing!  He was clothed, just sitting on his bed\emdash\ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Jesus!\rdblquote  he hollered standing up.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry.\rdblquote  Maryanne said backing out closing the door.\par
\tab New daddy, Chuck Swatswamp, was a nice enough man; after the death of her own daddy, Chuck had come along and swept Maryanne\rquote s mother off her feet.  That had been two years ago and Maryanne, for the most part, had grown to accept the new daddy but not \ldblquote love\rdblquote  him like she did her bio daddy.  And that was ok.\par
\tab\ldblquote We really gotta learn how to knock.\rdblquote  Chuck said finding Maryanne back in her room.  Maryanne nodded.  She was soooo pretty, not outstandingly pretty or knock out pretty, but she was a girl who had pleasing looks, was polite, no blemishes, thirteen years young, and was naughty.\par
\tab Chuck was two inches over six foot tall, lean, business man, good looking, and desperately wanted to fuck his new daughter.  He had no children of his own and Maryanne had no other siblings.  After sighing,\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote  The man said, \ldblquote A-about walking in on you.\rdblquote  He shook his head and was honestly embarrassed.  \ldblquote I-I wasn\rquote t thinking.\rdblquote  He rattled on almost incoherently showing his humiliation.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s ok, Dad (Maryanne had taken a year before she started addressing her new daddy as \ldblquote Dad) I didn\rquote t mean to walk unannounced in on you, either.\rdblquote\par
\tab She was so polite, so demure!  Soft features, lovely to look at and talk with; she had a polite smile, was a pleasant person t be around, and he had never heard her fart!\par
\tab Chuck sighed\emdash now came the awkward moment.\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo,\rdblquote  drawled Maryanne leaning against her desk,\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, sooo, uh,\rdblquote  and Chuck sighted in on the cast off panties Maryanne hadn\rquote t put back on\emdash and bra, \ldblquote sooo, uh, uh\emdash uhm, did you like\emdash I mean, have you ever seen, I mean; uh, was that the first time\emdash first time, uhm, you\emdash you\rquote ve seen a guy\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab Maryanne gave him the strangest \ldblquote what the fuck?\rdblquote  are you talking about look but then brightened at the end.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, well, yes.  I mean, I know how it\rquote s done.\rdblquote  she said smiling meekly.\par
\tab\ldblquote For a long time,\rdblquote  Chuck said continuing, \ldblquote I-I didn\rquote t know girls\emdash I didn\rquote t know\emdash I mean to say, I-I uh, I didn\rquote t know girls\emdash did that\emdash too.\rdblquote\par
\tab Maryanne blushed and Chuck looked down to his feet\emdash eyes still eyeing his daughter\rquote s panties.  Maryanne noted the look and scooped the garment up along with her bra.\par
\tab Chuck looked faint.  There was an ache in his pants, a serious \ldblquote I gotta get laid\rdblquote  look on his face.\par
\tab\ldblquote I was changing clothes and\emdash\rdblquote  oh, that ole line \ldblquote I was changing clothes and somehow my fingers found my cunt.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, it\emdash it looked like you knew what you were doing.\rdblquote\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t believe he said that.\par
\tab Maryanne blushed again and sat on her bed\emdash still holding her undies.\par
\tab\ldblquote You did, too.\rdblquote  she blurted out.\par
\tab Chuck\rquote s ache was increasing.\par
\tab\ldblquote I guess it feels good for a girl as much as a guy.\rdblquote\par
\tab Maryanne shrugged\emdash her eyes fell onto the bulge between his legs.\par
\tab\ldblquote There are better ways.\rdblquote  she said lightly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Same here.\rdblquote  Chuck said with a smile.\par
\tab Another awkward moment lingered; a nice breeze came in thru the window\emdash and being that that window was on the second floor, Chuck waltzed across the room looking out (to see if anyone could see in to see his daughter \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it.\rdblquote )\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, you were changing clothes?\rdblquote  he inquired changing the subject sort of kind of.\par
\tab Maryanne got up and picked up a dress outfit from off the back of her chair at the walk-in closet, \ldblquote Yes, this one.\rdblquote  it was a nice plain dress\emdash blue top with old fashioned designs on the bottom part of which was almost ankle length.\par
\tab\ldblquote Nice.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Would you like to see me put it on?\rdblquote  careful, now\emdash\par
\tab Chuck stood unable to breathe; he blinked his eyes and stared with mouth open wide.  His facial expression had changed somewhat; a more curious mode had come unto him.  He nodded and Maryanne\emdash remember her words \ldblquote see me put it on\rdblquote  and she worked the dress she was wearing off her shoulders to once more be presented naked.\par
\tab Chuck let out a long moan.\par
\tab Maryanne put the new dress on, turned around, and Chuck had a hard time not whipping his dick out right then and there.  But what the hell, the girl had already seen it?\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you alright?\rdblquote  she quizzed.\par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  Chuck answered truthfully.  He gouged the heel of his hand to his throbbing erection and looked to his daughter once more with a mournful ache on his face.\par
\tab Maryanne kept her eyes on his bulge; then, slowly, she removed the new dress and moved to her bed.  Chuck watched her; he was in agony\emdash ag-oh-knee!\par
\tab\ldblquote God! You\rquote re so pretty!\rdblquote  \par
\tab Maryanne smiled, blushed differently; her young teenage nipples were pert, her body fantastic (\lquote specially naked!)  She parted her legs and once more began fingering herself\emdash slowly.\par
\tab Fuck it!  Chuck whipped his dick out and began flaunting it.\par
\tab Maryanne began to intently finger herself.  She was thirteen.  His wife\rquote s biological daughter.  She was thirteen.  He was not.  His cock was hard.  Maryanne was naked, fingering herself, eyeing his cock.  She was thirteen.  His wife\rquote s biological daughter.  She was naked.  She wasn\rquote t screaming and seemed to have the same \ldblquote want to\rdblquote  in her eyes.  She was naked.\par
\tab She was thirteen.\par
\tab Forty-something year old Chuck shed his clothes\emdash maybe this was a dream.\par
\tab Yeah\emdash a dream.  And if it was a dream\emdash then by all means\emdash fuck away!\par
\tab On the bed, naked, with thirteen year old Maryanne, his wife\rquote s daughter, Chuck nestled between the girl\rquote s legs addressing her pussy.  It was a nice pussy.  Neatly trimmed pubes, a perfect pie.  And Chuck\rquote s expert eye noted that the pussy was not all that virginal as it possibly should be.  Not at all.  He applied his tongue and licked-licked-licked.  He was an expert at doing that\emdash just not to thirteen year old girls.\par
\tab After his tonguing\emdash his cock!\par
\tab He said nothing as he moved up onto the girl; she was amazing to him.  So pretty!  Perfect skin!  Perfect titties!  Perfect face!  Chuck expertly guided into her crevice his love tool and very nearly blew his load right then and there.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t have\emdash protection.\rdblquote  He stammered (having a worried look that the proceedings would then therefore be put off until he did.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry,\rdblquote  Maryanne said, \ldblquote I do.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ah, well, there you have it\emdash FUCK AWAY!\par
\tab And Chuck did.  And it was a hell of a ride!  A minute in and the girl nutted up wrapping her legs about his legs, her arms squeezing him drawing him onto her, his powerful cock thrusting deeply into her teenage cunt.  The bed didn\rquote t squeak as much as it bounced.  Chuck managed to arch himself, sit up at an angle and seriously power thrust his cock into her crack.  Maryanne thrashed about her bed making hauting noises and seemingly almost in agony.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t\emdash it was sex related.\par
\tab The fuck went on for three more intense minutes; Maryanne shuddered as her orgasms came in multiples.  Chuck trembled as waves of orgasmic bliss leapt from his heaving body.  His cock tingled, eyes rolled back, toes curled, everything indicating a damn good fuck.\par
\tab The two lay in a swath of serious sex sweat\emdash kissing.  Chuck fondled the girl\rquote s titties, fingered her cum laden pussy, caressed her ass and wanted to talk to her but anything he said would be petty and stupid.  It was best to keep quiet and not spoil the moment.\par
\tab Moments later and he was up to go shower noting the time that was late and his wife, Maryanne\rquote s mother, would soon be home from work.  As soon as the door shut, Maryanne sighed and continued fingering herself.  That was a good one!\par
Cums a river\par
\tab Before there was television\emdash there was radio.\par
\tab Before computers\emdash there was playing stickball in the street.\par
\tab Before Gay Pride there was American Pride.\par
\tab Before Maryanne there was Ginger, the Professor, and this little girl, Claudia.  Claudia Denise Jane Beefore.  Like the other girls thus far, she was thirteen; she was very active (in all kinds of ways); lived with her single father, had a younger sibling, and a horny boyfriend.  Mountain climbing and cave exploration was just some of the many adventurous things this girl liked to wander into.\par
\tab Sex was another.\par
\tab Providing that sex was her ever horny boyfriend, Scott Heyimhere.  He was a year older, dashing good looks, dark hair, green eyes, big satisfying dick.  It was that smile of his (and his dick) that won Claudia over; Scott preferred using her middle initials, DJ, and that was alright with her.\par
\tab They had once been caught kissing\emdash trying out for a record that was usually intended for older teens and young adults.  Claudia\rquote s dad was not mad or even upset but he was just concerned about the two teens\rquote  relationship.  He probably had an assumption that they were probably fucking.  And he would be probably right.\par
\tab One day,\par
\tab Scott comes over finding Claudia\rquote s little sister acting weird\emdash weirder than usual.  Mostly smiling, rocking back and forth on her feet, and almost seemingly glowing.  Scott had no idea. \par
\tab When Claudia finally emerged onto the scene,\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s with her?\rdblquote  Scott asked not knowing.\par
\tab Claudia smiled shaking her head sadly; she was a strikingly good looking girl for thirteen; titties were melon sized, she wasn\rquote t too tall, good build, slim, LOTS of incredible blond hair.  The lip gloss, too, was a nice touch.\par
\tab\ldblquote She just wants to suck your dick!\rdblquote  Claudia said almost sarcastically.\par
\tab A puff of air could have bowled Scott over.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fu\emdash\rdblquote  he said not sure what he heard was what he heard.\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s seen us,\rdblquote  Claudia said wavering on being pissed and aggravated, \ldblquote mostly ME sucking you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott stood more than bewildered.  Claudia went on.\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s been hiding in the closet\emdash watching us.\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott\rquote s eyes bulged.\par
\tab\ldblquote So NOW she wants to do it, too.\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott was speechless.\par
\tab\ldblquote Would you mind?\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott stumbled to breathe.  Claudia\rquote s sister was barely ten years young!\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I-I-I-I, uh\emdash I-I-I-I, uh\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab The stammering teen looked to Claudia for help.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s ok.\rdblquote  Claudia smiled.  Scott, though, wasn\rquote t so reassured.  It felt like a set up.  He felt like he was having a stroke!  That feeling was compounded when Claudia stepped behind her sister (who was wearing a nice blue kiddie dress) and lifted it up\emdash revealing to the always horny teenage boy the fact that Stephanie Joanne Beefore was wearing no undies!\par
\tab The breath was sucked right out of Scott.\par
\tab Claudia turned escorting her sister down the hall of their single story home to her bedroom turning her head over her shoulder to her gawking boyfriend,\par
\tab\ldblquote You coming?\rdblquote\par
\tab (he wasn\rquote t even hot yet!)\par
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\tab They were going out to a movie, mini golf afterwards, meet with friends at the Fat Frank\rquote s Pizza joint but there was a temporary derailment.  Peeking into Claudia\rquote s room he found Stephanie already naked and his girlfriend shucking her short jean shorts\emdash and was already topless!\par
\tab\ldblquote Well?\rdblquote  Claudia asked as she stripped down to her skin.\par
\tab Scott blew out his breath\emdash he had never expected this sort of thing to happen.  Never-ever.  Then, he was kinda glad it did!  He got his famous smile on and though in the back of his mind he thought that maybe it was still a set up or something\emdash like he would get naked and stand before Stephanie ready to get his willy sucked and their dad would come out of the closet and bust him\emdash along with police and police dogs and so on and so forth.\par
\tab A quick look to the closet and Scott began peeling his clothes off.\par
\tab Up close and personal did little Stephanie get a gander at her sister\rquote s boyfriend\rquote s cock.  And what a cock!  It was really about average but stuck out hard and all it was kinda impressive.  A little goading here and a little guiding there and the ten year old put her fingers about the impressive fuck pole.  She giggled and grinned and Scott got harder and harder.\par
\tab Soon and that hard-on was being more manipulated as the little girl worked it, closing her fingers about the pulsing prong she moved effortlessly up and down tightening the skin of the flute all the more.  Then she kissed it.  On whispered guidance from her big sister \ldblquote just do what I did.\rdblquote  and Stephanie amidst giggles and grins kissed the tip of sister\rquote s boyfriend\rquote s cock.\par
\tab That was followed quickly by fully sucking\emdash sliding her pretty mouth down on the slender schlong; all the way to the base where she did show repulsion with making a face and gagging.  Her sister whispered something to her and the little girl nodded\emdash then continued sucking while big sister fingered herself\emdash AND fingered her!\par
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\pard\tab After much sucking\emdash Scott was in even more agony displaying the \ldblquote I gotta fuck!\rdblquote  face.  Claudia was only too happy to oblige\emdash she was just as horny as he was.  And though his girlfriend\rquote s little sister had sucked his dick\emdash he still felt sheepish with her presence as he mounted Claudia.\par
\tab Claudia, however, didn\rquote t seem to mind the presence of her little sister nor did the little sister!  Claudia slipped her hand down between their sweaty bodies and after taking holt of the slobbered on cock guided it into her crevice.  Scott dismissed Stephanie\rquote s presence and sank his cock into Claudia.  The fuck was on!\par
\tab Stephanie sat on the bed crooked, watching in awe up close and very personal as a \ldblquote sex act\rdblquote  took place.  The taste of Scott\rquote s cock still lingered in her mouth\emdash she didn\rquote t seem to mind that, either.  Slowly, as the two lovers did their thing, Stephanie slid off the bed\emdash just to get on her knees.  There she had an extreme eye view of the sex act on the bed\emdash she saw right up close Scott\rquote s cock sliding in and out of her sister\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow!\rdblquote  she breathed.  It was awesome!\par
\tab Stephanie\rquote s turn didn\rquote t come then\emdash it was a couple of months later.\par
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Cums a river II\par
\tab The things you find out when you stalk\par
\tab At another at an out-of-state track meet, Scott Heyimhere stumbled across a find.  After the track meet event\emdash of which Scott placed 3\super rd\nosupersub  overall, there was a celebratory celebration at a local roadside eatery before piling into the bus and heading home.  The bathrooms to this facility were located outside and out behind the 50 year old establishment.  Scott had to go.\par
\tab After emerging from the brick shit house (literally) he saw a long Cadillac pull out from under a huge non-descript tree, hit the pavement and haul ass away-away-away.  After the dust had settled and before turning the corner back to his friends\emdash he saw sitting under the tree a ditty bag.  A bag like he used for carrying shoes, socks, undies, deodorant, a picture of his honey, Claudia.\par
\tab He paused a moment thinking, \ldblquote Hey, he (driver of the Caddy) left in such a rush he forgot his bag.\rdblquote  Then, \ldblquote Maybe there\rquote s an identification tag inside and I can call him (and get a reward?)\rdblquote\par
\tab Slowly he sauntered over to the huge tree; it was a good fifty yard walk; the area was desolate being void of any other trees, or much of any other living thing.  It was hot, too; from beyond the tree there was desert-like conditions; scrub bush and rocks, a few lizards, some snakes.  To the right was an old horse corral; to the left\emdash a few abandoned cars, washing machines, big rocks.\par
\tab The Caddy that had peeled out was an old late mode 1960s car, convertible; Scott remembered that it was lower in the rear than in the front and that there was one occupant\emdash the driver (who wore a big cowboy hat).  Other features of the driver were obliterated by the immense dust storm his car had kicked up.\par
\tab The ditty bag was black with red strapping.\par
\tab Scott looked around quickly to see if anyone else was about coming to claim the bag.  No one was.  Picking the bag up he found it to be kinda heavy.  Sitting the bag back down\emdash something told Scott to just \ldblquote walk away.\rdblquote\par
\tab But seldom did a fourteen year old boy just \ldblquote walk away\rdblquote  from something interesting.  He unzipped the bag\emdash checking for identification and found something that took his breath away.  More than seeing Claudia naked, more than seeing her sister naked\emdash more than getting blow jobs from both girls and more than anything else he could think of.\par
\tab Money.\par
\tab Bank wrapped money.\par
\tab Also a gun, a stun gun, brass knuckles, and a strange device later discovered to be what else\emdash an EMAD.  Scott knew what the Device was\emdash there might be peoples who didn\rquote t know what a satellite dish was, or indoor plumbing, who the current president was, but the general populace knew what an Electronic Mind Altering Device was.\par
\tab His first reaction was to zip up the bag and run.\par
\tab But there was a hell of a lot of money there.\par
\tab Had the Cadillac driver accidentally forgot it; or was it placed there for someone else?  He sure did take off in a hurry.  There was a lot of money inside, the gun, the other gun.  It all added up to something bad\emdash very bad.  Scott wisely stepped away\emdash all the way back to the bathrooms.\par
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\tab It was hot out, high desert area was the place and it was hot, dry, humid, and the bus was about to load and head back to their own city.  Scott washed his hands, read all the dirty jokes scrawled on the plastered dingy walls of the not-so-clean bathroom, then scurried to the bus \ldblquote just in time\rdblquote  slinging his black ditty bag with red stripes into the luggage bin along with his green ditty bag with black stripes.  The two bags were tied together and at the last moment before the driver closed the luggage bin door\emdash Scott stuffed the black bag into the green bag.\par
\tab A three hour drive there was home.\par
\tab As the bus pulled out\emdash a large SUV pulled into the dirt/gravely space and drove all the way behind the eatery to that large tree.  The bus picked up speed and made a turn so Scott couldn\rquote t see the driver but he had an idea he was there to pick up something.\par
\tab While most of his fellow students slept the whole way home\emdash Scott did not and watched the mirrors of the bus, the traffic beside the bus, and fretted.  Maybe it was a mistake\emdash maybe he should have left the bag at the tree.  He wouldn\rquote t have been able to rightly forget about it and would fret so even more so\emdash but at least he wouldn\rquote t be worrying and looking over his shoulder so much.\par
\tab He hadn\rquote t counted the money; the handgun was a worry, the stun gun was a curiosity, the brass knuckles?  Wow.  And the minding device.  He knew what one was and what it did.  They were the most illegal device there was; more so than drugs, handguns, or anything else.  There were devices to detect such minding gadgets as well as prevent their use.\par
\tab But still\'85\par
\tab The long drive home kind of pooped everyone out\emdash no party at the pizza joint or even much socializing at someone\rquote s house.  Everyone grabbed their personal belongings and loaded up in their waiting family car and off.  Scott\rquote s family was there; his Dad, Mom, and three sisters; Marsha, Jan, and Cindy one-two-three.\par
\tab Marsha wore tight jeans; Jan wore a short skirt, Cindy wore big open legged shorts than when she squirmed making room for her big brother whom she adored she gave him a crotch shot.\par
\tab Sure, having three younger siblings, girls, allowed Scott certain \ldblquote perks.\rdblquote\par
\tab Panties; crotch shots, full nudity.  Sister Marsha was twelve, Jan was ten, and Cindy was seven years.  Each one he had seen naked; Marsha had gotten modest about her body when she was around nine; Jan was a little more outgoing and didn\rquote t mind so much if her Daddy or brother saw her \ldblquote unclothed.\rdblquote   Cindy was an occasional streaker.\par
\tab Sure, as a boy, a brother with sisters, girl friends who came over to the house to socialize, party, and whatnot gave thought to \ldblquote if I only had an EMAD.\rdblquote   To see a girl (of basically any age but a girl his own age was satisfactorily more appealing) naked was da bomb.  Deeply did he fantasize about seeing a girl from his age group naked.  All of them!  Having sisters helped in the knowledge of \ldblquote what a girl looked like\rdblquote  naked.\par
\tab There was no immediate \ldblquote going home\rdblquote ; despite his not placing First in the competition that was not a fully fledged event but a get together among schools before final competitions later on, the family took their track runner to dinner.\par
\tab Scott would have preferred to go home.\par
\tab Although he tried to be conversational it was so noted that he was moody.\par
\tab\ldblquote Scott, are you alright?\rdblquote  his Mom asked.  Even sister Marsha noted his lack of being himself.  His Dad assumed that the Third Place finish had his son down.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about it, son,\rdblquote  his Dad said, \ldblquote if you did your best, and didn\rquote t finish last, then all is good.\rdblquote  he smiled and tried to make light of the situation.\par
\tab After dinner they piled back into the family car and finally went home.\par
\tab Scott grabbed his bag(s) and fled to his room, locking the door, checking the windows, heart beating out of his chest.  Then, he went INTO his closet bringing in a flashlight.  It seemed like it took almost five minutes to unzip HIS bag.  He heard the bathroom shower come on\emdash sister Marsha most likely.\par
\tab Sister Marsha\emdash she was twelve, not overly cute, kind of a Plain Jane, almost flat chested but there was some titty mound there just the same.  He had never really gotten to see her fully naked\emdash as a child, sure, but no close ups and no \ldblquote staring\rdblquote  at her to fully take her into memory (for future masturbation purposes.)\par
\tab Jan he saw more openly but both were afraid of getting caught.  With Jan, Scott believed (and hoped) as she got a little older she might be a little more willing to show herself.\par
\tab With Cindy?  Well, she didn\rquote t streak downstairs but upstairs\emdash she darted nakedly from the bathroom to her bedroom.  Sometimes she got a wild hair and ran from one end of the hallway to the other\emdash usually when no one else was home like parents or siblings\emdash Marsha and Jan specifically.  With Scott she took the chance; they had a good rapport and she knew he wouldn\rquote t snitch on her\emdash like Marsha would.\par
\tab More painstaking minutes were absorbed before the black bag with red stripes was opened.  He feared the handgun.  He didn\rquote t know what type it was but it didn\rquote t have a long barrel like many he had seen or a \ldblquote clip\rdblquote  like spies use but was a revolver type.  He wrapped the weapon in his boxers to decide what to do with it later.\par
\tab The stun gun he wasn\rquote t sure about, either.\par
\tab The brass knuckles?  He had seen them used in gangster movies.\par
\tab The EMAD.  It was a Device being some eight inches long, three inches wide, black molded hard plastic casing curved upward at one end\emdash the business end.  If there was a battery compartment he couldn\rquote t find it.  It was seamless.  On the surface side where the skin was smooth and not rough for better grip/handling, there were sensor buttons.\par
\tab Holding his breath\emdash Scott depressed one of the buttons.\par
\tab Nothing.\par
\tab Another button\emdash nothing.\par
\tab Another button\emdash same.\par
\tab He was beginning to think it was dysfunctional when when putting the Device away he touched another button and there was life!  The top part of the elongated gadget illuminated a curious blue color.  A large LCD screen appeared; it was blank.  Several more sensor buttons appeared in that same curious blue color scheme.\tab\par
\tab Scott sighed.  Wow.\par
\tab There were several \ldblquote bundles\rdblquote  of strapped money.  More money than Scott had ever seen!  Both his parents worked; his Dad was an architect while his Mom dabbled in real estate.  They had a nice home, two cars, family vacations to family related resorts, they had it good with little want.\par
\tab The bundles of strapped cash was twenty.  Each bundle was in increments of twenty dollar bills.  Each bundle was two-thousand American dollars.  Scott blinked his eyes, swallowed hard, felt his heart beating out of his chest again\emdash that was some $40,000!\par
\tab Someone was gonna be pissed (like the SUV driver who had come up after the \ldblquote drop-off.)  Scott breathed and couldn\rquote t wrap his head around it.  What was he going to do?\par
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\tab At two o\rquote clock in the morning, Scott slipped out of the house with the loaded revolver wrapped in his undies.  Out to the curb and down to the end of the block where the sewer was.  There he simply shoved the dangerous weapon in and heard it KER-SPLASH into the waste water below.\par
\tab The brass knuckles he had no use for and after wrapping them in a plastic bag tossed them into the trash can in the alley.  The stun gun he wasn\rquote t sure about, either and ultimately sent it into the sewer, too.\par
\tab The EMAD he was keeping\emdash he wasn\rquote t an idiot.\par
\tab The money he was keeping some\emdash the rest he was giving (anonymously) at the Children\rquote s Shelter, Homeless Shelter, Animal Shelter, and Senior Shelter.  The rest he kept for himself; but was wise enough to take the bank banding straps off and wise enough not to go splurging and buying huge expensive gifts.  The money he kept was stowed in another bag and tucked up inside his closet \ldblquote out of the way.\rdblquote\par
\tab On his first return from getting rid of the revolver,\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you doing?\rdblquote  Marsha said catching him coming in thru the patio door into the kitchen.\par
\tab Busted!\par
\tab\ldblquote Just\emdash nothing.\rdblquote  he said having no good answer to give.\par
\tab\ldblquote Still bugged about third place?\rdblquote\par
\tab Oh, well there\rquote s that.  He shrugged and raided the refrigerator and slumped into a kitchen chair after securing a hunk of chocolate cake and milk.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t let it bug you so much,\rdblquote  Marsha said being helpful.  And after getting her own helping of cake and milk and plopping down in a chair, \ldblquote Like Dad said, you did you best, so go with it.\rdblquote\par
\tab It didn\rquote t help\emdash well, it did in a way; it showed that he had his family\rquote s support.\par
\tab\ldblquote Thanks.\rdblquote  he said offering a meek smile.\par
\tab Marsha was alright, sometimes; she wasn\rquote t a brat but sometimes was a snitch and often got her siblings (mostly him) in trouble for some infraction or another.  But she was alright, a little immature despite the fact that girls were supposed to be more mature than boys.\par
\tab Scott was clad in his pajamas, so was Marsha.  As she scrounged around the refrigerator, the light from within gave way to her body.  Sure, it was a twelve year old body and Scott could have easily reached out and snagged her pajama bottoms wrenching them down along with her underwear and have his way with her.\par
\tab Well, that was thought anyways.  And such a thought gave him a boner.\par
\tab He thought of Claudia.\par
\tab He thought of Claudia\rquote s sister, Stephanie.\par
\tab He thought of Maggie, Alice, Elaine, Georgette, another Stephanie\emdash all girls in his social.  Each one he wanted to sink his bone into.  Each girl had a specialty about her, a quirk; albeit her smile, dazzling eyes, breasts, clothes she wore, her laugh, accidental farting.  Each girl he had seen in her swimsuit; each girl he had held hands (not for girlfriend/boyfriend relationship) but in friendship.  Each girl while fucking Claudia had he thought of fucking her.\par
\tab When Marsha sat back down at the table, Scott stood up taking his dishes to the sink\emdash his cock preceded him.  He could just barely see out the corner of his eye his sister\rquote s eyes bulge at seeing his bulge.  She didn\rquote t say anything\emdash had she done so he might have just stuffed her mouth with his bulge to shut her up!\par
\tab On his second return trip hours later\emdash it was Jan who caught him.  She was raiding the refrigerator, too, and in waltzes Scott.  She gave him a curious look and asked \ldblquote What have you been doing?\rdblquote  typical question to ask of one\rquote s brother sneaking back inside the house at 4AM doncha think?\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, couldn\rquote t sleep, had to just walk around outside a bit.\rdblquote\par
\tab She bought it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Have some cake?\rdblquote  she asked smilingly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sure, why not!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jan wasn\rquote t in her typical pajamas but a nightgown.  A SHORT nightgown whereas when bending over scouring the contents of the fridge for anything else tasty\emdash Scott got a bare view of her bare behind!\par
\tab SPROING!\par
\tab His cock was so hard he could bust bricks with it!\par
\tab After Jan sat down, Scott stood up.\tab\par
\tab And there it was\emdash throbbing hard and seriously poking out his pajama bottoms.  His velvet knee length lavender robe was open and the light from the oven clock, nightlight at the corner of the kitchen, the microwave light, all shed light on Scott\rquote s protrusion.  Jan\rquote s eyes were HUGE.\par
\tab She had, of course, seen his cock before\emdash but not so up close or personal.\par
\tab Brief nudity abounded; in a house of siblings it was a given that they would see each in various forms of dress\emdash nakedly dressed being one of them.  But it wasn\rquote t blatant or outlandish.  Not until recently.  Recently and when Scott was changing clothes\emdash Jan barged in on him.  She was startled, he was startled, she was awed, he was hard.\par
\tab\ldblquote Anyone else home?\rdblquote  he asked \lquote cause he had just gotten in from a soccer practice and was changing out of his clothes quickly and hadn\rquote t noticed if anyone else was home.\par
\tab\ldblquote Nope!\rdblquote  she said smiling (and not taking her eyes off his hard cock.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Why is it like that?\rdblquote  she asked not knowing.\par
\tab Not missing a beat, \ldblquote Because you\rquote re here.\rdblquote\par
\tab She didn\rquote t quite get that, but her smiling brother warmed her.\par
\tab\ldblquote And you\rquote re cute!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jan smiled even bigger; for a ten year old she was way more mature (and cuter!) than her twelve year old sister!  Nothing happened, though; the family car pulled in and Jan ran out of the bedroom leaving her brother with a hard-on standing there wondering.\par
\tab Luckily he had his girlfriend to ease his bone but still\emdash\par
\tab So, anyways, he stood up from the breakfast table and once more showed Jan his schlong.  It was harder than ever and just aching to get into her mouth.  He trembled, shuddered, and ached all over.  Jan stared with glossy eyes, mouth open just a little.  There was some three feet of space between them.\par
\tab\lquote suck me, Jan\emdash please\emdash PLEASE suck me!\rquote\par
\tab But a noise averted the potential pleasure\emdash someone coming down the steps.  At least they made a noise and not wait until coming into the kitchen, flipping on a light and catching Scott with his cock in his ten year old sister\rquote s mouth!  That would be bad and really hard to explain.\par
\tab Scott nearly zoomed out of the kitchen very nearly careening into his Dad coming down for a pre-breakfast snack.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa!  Easy there, son!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry, Dad.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jan came in behind them and as their Dad went into the kitchen, the siblings merged up the stairs brushing their shoulders together.  Scott sorta hoped Jan would sneak into his room and they could mess around or something, but she went into her room she shared with her sister, Cindy.  Marsha had her own room, too.\par
\tab In his room, Scott grabbed a pair of panties\emdash which happened to be Jan\rquote s, and happily jerked off.  The cool breeze thru the open window really helped soothe him; he was a lucky guy\emdash banging his willing girlfriend\rquote s three holes, her sister\rquote s mouth (thus far) and had a semi willing sister.\par
\tab He also was the proud owner and possessor of an electronic minding device.\par
Brotherly love (the sticky kind)\par
\tab Some time later and the parental units were going out with friends leaving Scott in charge of his younger sibs.  Marsha was second banana to help over the herd\emdash along with Jan and Cindy there, too, was Peter and Bobby, eleven and eight respectively.\par
\tab After several minutes of banter between parents and children and checking to see if those in charge knew their stuff,\par
\tab Marsha slumped her back against the great oak door sliding down shaking her head saying \ldblquote PARENTS!\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott agreed.\par
\tab He waited until the family car left the drive, then waited an additional two minutes before\emdash\par
\tab\lquote Take off your shirt.\rquote\par
\tab He held his breath and tensed up\emdash waiting\emdash and then watching as the usually very modest almost prissy Marsha undone the buttons to her off-orange shirt.  Scott couldn\rquote t believe it\emdash the EMAD was working!  Of course, he had tested the Device prior\emdash not on anyone in the house but a neighbor girl who happened to cross his path.\par
\tab Tina Slepthere was in the alley walking in a huff about something.  She was thirteen, dark hair, long limbs, nice tight butt, wearing a convenient skirt outfit.  From the world wide web and in-depth news reports on the operation of a minding device and mind control, Scott learned the finite process action procedure of the Device.  He was sure there was more but determined that what he had learned so far was good enough.\par
\tab Directing the teenager into the thick heavily laden ivy that formed a wall most of the alleyway and where his brothers (and other boys had a \ldblquote fort\rdblquote ) Scott got right to the business at hand\emdash which was hand up under Tina\rquote s skirt.  She was mindless\emdash almost zombie-like.  Scott had no idea the scope of what the mind controlling device could do for him.  It was a bold adventure that had him a little worried but mostly curious.\par
\tab After feeling up Tina\rquote s ass he lowered her panties and was marveled at how his balls were still not in pain (and how they were swelling so!)  He had only fondled his own ass and never anyone else\rquote s.  Feeling of Tina\rquote s ass and he thought he would pass out.  So wondrous!\par
\tab Then his fingers went into the crack of her ass feeling the warmth encased therein.  He began to tremble and shudder before hormones overwhelmed him having him lay the mind stunned girl down on the ground on some flattened cardboard.  Then he worked her panties off and pushed her skirt up.\par
\tab Pussy.\par
\tab A nice little virgin beaver greeted him, trimmed pubes and all.\par
\tab Scott admired the girl\rquote s pussy\emdash and the EMAD that had brought it to be.  With a sigh that was long and drawn out along with his thinking, he moved down on the girl licking out her pussy\emdash it was something he enjoyed greatly doing unto Claudia and then subsequently her sister.\par
\tab After admiration and licking, he pushed down his pants and undies and laid his hardened schlong onto the girl\rquote s pussy\emdash and there he did hump.  No penetration, just hump.  It was almost as good as entering her\emdash almost.  He grinded hard, glided his cock up and down the virgin crevice, poked until he met resistance then settled on humping the slit until he spewed spunk.\par
\tab The release was good\emdash he knew it would have been ten times as better if he had been IN the girl but let it go.  He didn\rquote t even go after her titties!  His cock lolled in the mess he had made; he fingered the spunk in her cunt then heard voices.\par
\tab Boys!\par
\tab His brothers and some of their friends!\par
\tab Great\emdash just great.\par
\tab It was a mad dash to put Tina\rquote s panties back on then scoot her out the other end of the ivy wall, brush her off, and send her on her way releasing her mind once she was \ldblquote walked\rdblquote  to the end of the alley.\par
\tab Would he have stuffed her virgin pussy had he the time\emdash and a total lack of morals?  He didn\rquote t know\emdash he searched for answers but couldn\rquote t achieve anything that rightly righted his right.  Clinging to the wooden fence hidden by the ivy wall at the opposite end of where his brothers and their friends were, Scott contemplated shaking his head.  He had jacked off onto Tina\rquote s cunt, poked his way inside her until meeting her hymen\emdash and had it not been for the intruding boys he may have busted that membrane and did away with his morals.\par
\tab Stephanie was ten\emdash she was sucking his cock, he was eating out her pussy.\par
\tab Jan was ten\emdash he was whipping his schlong out to her and having seriously torrid thoughts about stuffing her sweet face, fucking that sweet face, CUMMING on that sweet face!  Morals?  What morals?\par
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\tab After the shirt was off,\par
\tab\lquote Take off your bra.\rquote\par
\tab Slowly, making a bit of a face, Marsha undone her bra clasp and dropped the garment that hid her just beginning budding breasts.  She was topless.  Halfway there!  Scott\rquote s cock was rocketing out of his pants!  Clothed and Marsha was \ldblquote ok.\rdblquote   In her swimsuit and she was a little better; naked and she was cute as could be!\par
\tab Honey brown hair that she preferred styled in twin pig tails off the side of her head\emdash sometimes braided and sometimes just free flowing.  Scott tempted fate by whipping out his dick and jerking off inches from her face.\par
\tab The girl didn\rquote t bat an eye, gush, or scream.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t give the command \ldblquote suck me\rdblquote ; instead, he poked his cock into her mouth and moved her head himself.  Then, as per desire, he moved his aching bone against her face for the provincial face fuck.  That was almost as good as fucking her mouth!\par
\tab Unable to stand it much longer he pulled his sister up,\par
\tab\lquote Take off your pants.\rquote\par
\tab His voice was a bare whisper\emdash transmitted well enough, though, by the mind controlling device in his trembling hand.  The girl slid down her knit pants and stood nicely in a nice pair of light lavender underwear.  Sperm was soiling the piss slit of Scott\rquote s cock\emdash just touching the member and there was explosions all over.\par
\tab\lquote Take off your panties!\rquote\par
\tab In his room he had his sister\rquote s panties, Claudia\rquote s panties, Stephanie\rquote s panties, and his Mom\rquote s panties.  Yep, even his Mom\rquote s.  The cad!  Each panty had sperm soilage; each panty was well fucked giving him much pleasure as he deeply thought of fucking the owner of those undies.\par
\tab Yep, even his Mom\rquote s!\par
\tab Once Marsha was nude\emdash Scott had no choice but to hug her.  He had to feel that ass!  His fingers went into her crack, fingered her hole, then he marched her over to the sofa having her lay over the overstuffed arm of said sofa.  The look on her ass totally blew his mind!\par
\tab More admiration\emdash then touching.\par
\tab Had it not been for the girl\rquote s mind being overwhelmed he would not be standing\emdash and his balls would be in immense pain.  He marveled at the power of the electronic device\emdash then he marveled at his sister\rquote s nakedness.  On his knees he put his face right up to her crack\emdash there was her hole, he pussy, everything.  Just a bare coverage of pubes concealed her snatch.  She was a virgin, too\emdash duh!\par
\tab Breathing hard, trying to hold his breathing, Scott put his tongue to her hole.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know that in the world of perversion it was called Rim Jobbing.\par
\tab He licked the hole\emdash just because.  His hands smoothed all over the girl\rquote s ass flesh, then he stared and stared at her pussy.  In his mind he wanted to damn it all and fuck her!  But forethought put him in fear\emdash what about the afterward?  When her mind was released back to herself\emdash surely she would know something had happened to her?\par
\tab Placing his cock against her ass he humped.\par
\tab Up and down the crack, poking the hole, gliding up and down the perfectly puffy pussy, then seriously humping the ass very nearly poking his way in before the voices of his siblings in the nearby family room disturbed him.  Amazing!  All this while he had been doing the naughty with Marsha while sibs were present!\par
\tab Amazing!\par
 \tab Bold!\par
\tab Careless!\par
\tab Daring!\par
\tab Pulling up his clothes he left the naked Marsha laid out on the sofa in \ldblquote sleep\rdblquote  mode.  In the family room he went to deal with the others.  Pete and Bobby were playing a board game while Jan yapped on the telephone.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, guys, hit the bed.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys, of course, grumbled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Mom and Dad\rquote s orders.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys reluctantly shuffled off to their room\emdash they wouldn\rquote t go to bed but goof off there.  Scott didn\rquote t care, so long as they weren\rquote t in his hair.  Jan continued to yap on the phone\emdash but caught Scott\rquote s eye.  She blushed, grinned big, and concluded her call.\par
\tab The thing with Jan, though, was that she was willing\emdash kinda sorta.\par
\tab But just how far was that \ldblquote willing\rdblquote  willing to go?\par
\tab Let\rquote s find out!\par
\tab A short deep blue dress the whimsical girl wore; he loved all his sisters, and brothers, but there was something special about Jan.  She eyed his bulge bulging in his pants.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s safe.\rdblquote  he told her.\par
\tab The pretty ten year old giggled, grinned, and blushed.\par
\tab Scott \ldblquote whipped it out.\rdblquote\par
\tab He didn\rquote t seriously think that the girl would suck him\emdash not willingly.\par
\tab She did, though, handle him.\par
\tab That was something he didn\rquote t think she\rquote d do, either.\par
\tab But she did.\par
\tab She grinned so big!  Her eyes were dazzling!  Her touch amazing!\par
\tab Just at the pivotal moment of oral copulation and the young girl shot back.  She couldn\rquote t go thru with it.  Scott was disappointed but not undaunted.  \ldblquote Lay down.\rdblquote  he told her (without using the EMAD.)  Curiously, what if one of the boys should traipse down the stairs to the living room and find Marsha laid out on the sofa\emdash naked?  Or, better yet\emdash what if for some reason Dad and Mom should wander home unexpectedly and unannounced? Hmmmm\par
\tab Didn\rquote t happen but it coulda!\par
\tab Once Jan was down, Scott easily raised her legs to take a free gander at goodie place.  Jan seemed so far ok.  Scott proceeded.  His cock was busting, aching to get in a hole.  He moved one hand up and down her thigh\emdash something he had actually seen his Dad do\emdash but his Dad wasn\rquote t molesting the girl just loving her as a normal daddy should do.\par
\tab Touching Jan\rquote s crotch, though, got a reaction from the ten year old.  It wasn\rquote t a bad reaction\emdash just one of shock.  She pursed her lips and Scott hoped that the rapport that he had with the young girl would hold.  So far in their relationship she had never snitched on him; unlike Marsha.  Jan had even covered for him and he for her.\par
\tab Slowly and diligently he fingered the crotch of her panties to one side revealing her hairless poon.  Sperm jutted from his cock and the ache increased ten to the tenth power.  Jan pulled and held her legs back giving her brother the \ldblquote ok; go ahead and molest me!\rdblquote  sign.\par
\tab Scott did just that\emdash not much, a finger here, a finger there\emdash a hotting desiring burgeoning with ever increasing lust.  With the panties pulled to one side there was her young cunny for him to adore.  And he adored it!  Then, taking a chance, he began tugging her panties up her upraised legs and off.\par
\tab Jan pursed her lips as if in concern but continued to be giddy.\par
\tab Scott stripped off all his clothes and positioned himself between his sister\rquote s legs.  He wanted to fuck Marsha but Jan was a good choice, too.  Jan pulled her lips in tighter and changed her face to more concern.  Scott hesitated and laid his aching prong against her very virginal cunt.  There, like with Tina, he grinded until spewing a hellacious load.  Hellacious!  The first squirt shot up the child\rquote s belly, the rest emptied onto her slit until there was no more.\par
\tab Back with Marsha\emdash\par
\tab Apparently, there was a time issue with an overwhelmed mind and Scott barely made it back to his \ldblquote sleeping\rdblquote  sister before it was too late.  He fondled her all over, fingered her, cupped her ass, and very nearly drove his ever present hard cock into her sex.\par
\tab But he knew that boning his sisters would leave an indelible mark upon them.  A broken-in pussy would be hard to ignore.  On how to erase a mind warped mind of the proceedings against them were elusive to Scott.  Too bad.  He was not put off by, though\emdash\par
\tab Unable to score with his sisters there WAS another pussy in the house he could sink his cock in.  No, it wasn\rquote t the seven year old Cindy\emdash who was, by the way, up in her room down with a slight cold.  After Scott had sort of kind of had his way with Marsha and Jan\emdash he did likewise with Cindy.  After fooling with Marsha a bit more, spanking her and finding that in doing so she was still oblivious to what was happening to her.  He spanked harder and got her to suck him before he penetrated her asshole.\par
\tab Claudia let him up her hole\emdash it wasn\rquote t all that what it was led to believe.  It was a hole, tight and snug and gave just the right amount of pleasure as did the other two holes.  But the butthole was a \ldblquote dirt hole\rdblquote  and thusly, to Scott, not all that appealing.  But in lieu of the other two holes\emdash the dirt hole would have to do.\par
\tab He was sure that when Marsha got her mind back she would probably realize something amiss with her asshole.  But being the girl she was; prissy, prime, and modest, she would most likely dismiss the sore hole as having taken a big crap too hard.  Both girls were cleaned up, dressed, and placed in their room and on their bed and once more to sleep (for Marsha.)\par
\tab Jan had her mind overwhelmed \lquote cause she shared her room with Cindy and Scott didn\rquote t think that even though they had a wondrous rapport\emdash there was probably a line Jan wouldn\rquote t cross.  And allowing her brother to have his way with their little sister was one such line.\par
\tab After Jan was laid out on her bed, naked, Scott got naked again and then\emdash\par
\tab Cindy.\par
\tab Cindy was doped up with cold medicine and didn\rquote t require any mind altering device intrusion.  Scott pulled the bed covers away\emdash then paused.  Was he really going to molest his little unconscious sister?  Cindy wore a two piece pajama set, bright yellow with blue duckies all over them.  Not any more!  Easily and did Scott remove the garment finding matching bright yellow panties.\par
\tab His cock ached and screamed\emdash penetration was the in thing and the only thing.  Ass fucking Marsha had been good but PUSSY was what his cock wanted.  Pussy.  Cindy remained quiet and still.  Scott opened her legs and \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her before fingering her pussy until his cock was livid.  Like with Marsha and Jan, Scott laid his prick against the child\rquote s cunt and humped a good hump.\par
\tab Pussy penetration, though, was still in high demand.\par
\tab Then, this happened\emdash\par
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\tab A couple of days later and a set of circumstances came about whereas Scott and his Mom were in the house\emdash alone.  During the time he had straddled his sickly sister Cindy and the present\emdash two days had past.  The nifty gadget for bending minds was put away.  He returned to his girlfriend (and her sister) and enjoyed his time with them.  To his surprise he found that Stephanie was no longer an anal virgin\emdash sister Claudia was sodomizing the girl with candles or various sized dimensions, small diameter carrots and bananas, and what have you.\par
\tab To his further surprise\emdash after both girls willingly sucked his cock, Claudia guided his schlong into Steph\rquote s willing hole-in-the-ass.  It was still a tight fight despite the pre-fucking to stretch the anal muscle but it was a good go anyways.\par
\tab Then, his Mom.\par
\tab There are good places to fuck; bedroom being one, backseat of the car another.  Then the alternate places; bedroom floor, hallway, bathroom\emdash in the shower and on the floor, stairway, sofa, kitchen floor, kitchen cabinet, kitchen table, backyard.\par
\tab Scott chose the kitchen and the kitchen table to assault\emdash er, score his Mom.\par
\tab His MOM!\par
\tab OMG!  WTF!  TGIF!  AUKM!  BBQ!\par
\tab (Oh! My God!)  (What the Fuck!)  (Toes Go in First!)  (Are U Kidding Me!) \par
\tab (Bitch!  Be Quiet!)\par
\tab In the kitchen while fussing with the crock pot for the evening meal, horny son, Scott, slipped up behind her and did the unthinkable\emdash he zapped her with the EMAD.  He did!  He was a scoundrel\emdash a nice boy, but a horny-horny scoundrel.\par
\tab His Mom wore turquoise pants of a diff style and texture than plain cotton or polyester.  Stepping up beside her he whispered \ldblquote MOM!\rdblquote  but got no reaction.  That was a good thing.  He couldn\rquote t remember rightly when the last time she had seen him naked\emdash when he was little being given a bath; when he wet himself (as a little kid); hurt his boy parts?  There was one incident when he saw his Mom naked\emdash while racing around with his brothers when he was ten he dashed unannounced into his parents\rquote  room and there she was\emdash naked.\par
\tab The image was forever implanted on his mind.\par
\tab As he got older he was able to put the image of his Mom standing naked in her room to rest but still\emdash when wrapping her panties about his cock jerking off he thought of her\emdash often.  He hadn\rquote t started whacking himself until about age twelve.\par
\tab Still to make sure his Mom was firmly overwhelmed electronically, Scott brushed lightly her breasts.  First one, then the other.  Then he pressed himself right up against her.  With no reaction from the nearly 40 year old woman he began slipping his hands inside her pants.  Arlene Heyimhere made no moves whatsoever.  Scott held his breath while working her pants down\emdash down\emdash down.\par
\tab Off-pink panties she wore, full brief type.  Scott\rquote s cock ached.  He suddenly thought of Claudia and deeply\emdash deeply wanted to fuck her.  Then her sister, Stephanie.  Oh!  OH!  He saw himself sinking his prick not into her willingly shit hole but slamming into that super tight snug fitting cunt!\par
\tab He thought the very same for Cindy.\par
\tab This only caused Scott\rquote s cock to pop.\par
\tab In extreme ache he pulled his throbbing bone out and rubbed it all over his Mom\rquote s ass.  He trembled.  There was a shudder that was odd coming up from his toes.  He wanted to fuck his sister Marsha in the ass while watching her suck the cunt of Jan!  OH!\par
\tab The imagery was too much and not-so-slowly did he slid his Mom\rquote s pinkish panties down.  As he did so he had to kneel and as the undies were worked down to her ankles\emdash his face was right up against his Mom\rquote s cool bare ass.  For a moment he could do nothing\emdash no thoughts, no actions.\par
\tab Then, he turned his face whereas his nose went right into her crack!\par
\tab He loved there for another moment, just rolling his nose and then his tongue.  For some reason\emdash he wanted to tongue her asshole!  He did!\par
\tab Then\emdash something odd that Scott missed (he was too busy tonguing the alternate crack)\emdash Arlene BENT OVER!  She did!  At first it wasn\rquote t clear to the Unseen Intruder whether or not the woman had bent over the granite island herself or did her horny son do it?  Scott\rquote s hands were on her hips but not in the form that would have guided her into the 45-degree angle.\par
\tab Scott parted the cheeks and \ldblquote got after it!\rdblquote   His tongue rimmed her rim, licked and lapped happily all over before the urgency from his cock demanded attention.  Standing up, Scott pressed his cock where his tongue had just been.  His cock went up and down the crack followed by serious poking to the asshole.  Rearing his head back, eyes closed, one hand guiding his invading prong, the other on his hip, Scott \ldblquote I\rquote m can\rquote t believe I\rquote m fucking my Mother!\rdblquote  Heyimhere began inching inward to his Mom\rquote s dirt chamber.\par
\tab Good thing he had his eyes closed or he would have seen his Mom reach her hand back to pry a cheek!\par
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\tab If you\rquote re gonna be a dog\'85\par
\tab Not half way, not part way, not \ldblquote just the head\rdblquote  but ALL the way in did Scott \ldblquote hey I\rquote m a dog\rdblquote  Heyimhere shove his meat pole.  ALL the way into his Mom\rquote s cornhole.  And once in\emdash she braced herself against the granite counter before her son put his hands on her hips and got down to the business that was sodomy.\par
\tab Scott pumped vigorously for several minutes with smoldering smoke wafting up from the illicit union as he did so (figuratively speaking).  A gusher shot of teenage spunk exploded from his cock splashing back onto his schlong and coating his balls as well.  He kept pumping\emdash not noting his Mom\rquote s shuddering, her grip on the counter, her reaction to being sodomized by her own son.\par
\tab The Unseen Intruding visitor made a check of the EMAD in his possession; it revealed that the woman against the counter was NOT\emdash NOT\emdash NOT under the influence of a minding device save for Dmitri\rquote s.  Dmitri\rquote s minding device was used only to warp the air around him thusly rendering him \ldblquote invisible.\rdblquote\par
\tab Scott pulled his dirty schlong out of his Mom\rquote s ass; he heaved, sweated, and gawked at the coating on his cock and balls and the river of sperm drizzling out of his Mom\rquote s hole.  Stepping out of his clothes he stumbled to the bathroom just off from the kitchen to \ldblquote clean up.\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab Arlene melted onto the counter.  She stood up, slung her head, fingered her hole, then fingered the other one.  Then, there was a gadget she had in the palm of her hand she slyly checked and pushed under the produce piled on the counter.  Dmitri later discovered that THAT device was an EMAD deterrent & preventer.  She had countered her son\rquote s Device!\par
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\pard\tab When her naked son returned with a clean cock the woman resumed being mind blasted.  Scott operated his EMAD unawares it wasn\rquote t working.  Scott\rquote s EMAD gave no indication if whether or not the Device was operating or being countermanded.  Scott finished stripping his Mother nude then guided her to the kitchen table where he positioned her with her ass right on the edge.  Then, with his clean hard cock he glided it up and down before pushing it in.\par
\tab He could hold off no longer and it was also a chore for Arlene to keep herself from reacting to the presence of her son\rquote s schlong.   Scott went in and moaned as his meaty beef stick entered ALL THE WAY IN.  He then began to pump and do so slowly.  He pulled out and humped the gash, poked back into the cunt that had bore him fourteen years prior, then pulled out to seriously grind his dick against the womanly snatch then drove back inward to complete the illicit deed just under three minutes.\par
\tab What a gusher!\tab\par
\tab Sperm literally exploded out of the womanly poon thoroughly coating Scott\rquote s cock and balls.  The boy pumped furiously getting every ounce of pleasure that there was to get.  Arlene\rquote s titties were amazing\emdash the nipples were hard, the titty mound jiggled, and Arlene\rquote s mouth was undulating.  There was an undeniable quiver as the finale was finalized.  Scott collapsed and slumped to a chair.  His Mom surreptitiously fingered her cummy steaming cunt.  Dim debated on how to bring the Mother and Son together without the son\rquote s EMAD\emdash that wasn\rquote t working anyway.\par
\tab At the moment, it was better this way\emdash the covert mission of letting her son believe he was being sneaky and underhanded using a mind controlling device enhanced their forbidden relationship.  It was a strange turn-on but Arlene did want her son to know about it\emdash but not just yet.\par
\tab Then, to further blow his Mom\rquote s mind AND the Unseen Intruder, Scott, after resting a bit, licked out his Mom\rquote s cunt.  Scott\emdash after resting five minutes or so LICKED OUT HIS MOM\rquote S CUMMY CUNT!  His face went all over the fucked poon; he licked and nipped the lips, engulfed the whole snatch area then flicked his tongue into her gully before stuffing her box again for another serious four minute intense fuck.\par
\tab Wow!\par
\tab Wait!  There\rquote s more, but!\par
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\tab Oh that was some gooooood pussy!  Scott gave his all then trotted off to the bathroom again to shower.  Good thing; Dim wasn\rquote t going to be able to hold off much longer.  And thankfully, HIS mind altering device was a little better than Scott\rquote s; it easily mind zapped the deranged woman on the table allowing Dim to have his way with her, too.\par
\tab Turns out, she was in no way opposed to having sex with her son.\par
\tab That also went for Peter AND Bobby!\par
\tab Peter AND Bobby!\par
\tab Well!  Imagine that!  A strong Christian woman; she sang in the church choir; wore sensible clothing, donated to charity, donated blood, donated her time at a hospital and harbored deep seeded sexual desires for her three boys!  Fourteen year old Scott was one thing; Peter was eleven and Bobby was merely eight!\par
\tab Dim smiled, and after empty his love tool\rquote s juices DEEP into her pussy began warping her mind with a little rewiring.  He also posed an inquiry:\par
\tab\lquote would you be upset if son (Scott) wanted sex from his sisters?\rquote\par
\tab The answer wasn\rquote t clear; it wasn\rquote t NO! but also not YES!\par
\tab\lquote would it be alright of Scott to fuck sister Marsha?\rquote\par
\tab A slight pause but, \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote  she said aloud.  Dim smiled and his cock languished in the woman\rquote s very cummy cunt.  \par
\tab\lquote what about Jan?\rquote\par
\tab A longer pause; she wasn\rquote t so sure\emdash in the mouth \ldblquote Ok\rdblquote , up the ass, \ldblquote Maybe.\rdblquote   But as for schlepping his salami into the ten year old\rquote s pussy?  No.\par
\tab There was no need to ask about Scott having his way with seven year old Cindy.  Dim had his work cut out for him\emdash it was a big family.  And they were damn lucky it was HE who was there in their midst and not The Strangler!  Had it been The Strangler! well, the family would get to have their way with one another and he unto them\emdash then, cum the following morning and the family would be statistics.\par
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\tab Interesting news of interest\par
\tab Scott did return to the Beefore household and screwed the brains out of both Claudia DJ and her sister, Stephanie.  The cad!  Butt boning was one thing; getting a blowjob was one thing; shoving your fuck stick into young pussy\emdash WOW!  Dmitri was impressed\emdash and also sticking his own fuck stick into the girls\emdash along with Scott\rquote s sister AND Mom!  WOW times two!\par
\tab Marsha was a good fuck; she was twelve, months away from being thirteen.\par
\tab Jan was a good fuck, too; she was ten but only four months away from being eleven.  Cindy was seven and half way to her eighth birthday.  Pussy, mouth, chest, asshole.  Stephanie and Cindy were \ldblquote a little tight\rdblquote  but the snugness was dealt with and both horndog boys \ldblquote had their way\rdblquote  regardless.\par
\tab Another horndog came into the mix; Dan-Dan, the well hung man\emdash also Scott\rquote s dad.  It had taken a little while to get to the architect but Dim did.  He figured that the man also harbored illicit thoughts about his family\emdash and he was right!  \par
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\pard\tab One late morning, most the family was assembled in the living room being a family.  Dan Heyimhere was in the kitchen with daughter, Jan, discussing punishment.  Jan wore glasses and was supposed to wear them all the time\emdash\lquote cept when bathing and sleeping.  Jan, though, did not always do so and one day while riding her bike into the drive way she rode it INTO the garage smashing it into a big portrait painting the kids had just finished paying for to present to their parents for their anniversary.\par
\tab Dan was, of course, glad his daughter wasn\rquote t seriously hurt but the accident wouldn\rquote t have happened had she been wearing her glasses like she was told to do so.\par
\tab\ldblquote No more bike riding.\rdblquote  for awhile anyways (but kind hearted Jan had sold her bike to pay for a redo of the portrait.)\par
\tab Dan nodded but, \ldblquote You still have to be punished.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jan shrugged, \ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote  and stood up.  She wore a nice blue dress, kind of simple fancy and mid-thigh length.  Her long light brown hair went right down to her butt crack!  She was a pretty girl and her Daddy held her hand moving her to his lap.  Jan laid down across the daddy lap placing her hands down onto the floor.  Dan caressed his daughter\rquote s ass, smacked it (but not too hard), then raised the dress up to expose her powder blue panties.\par
\tab More caressing, more light smacking.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Dan slipped his hand down inside Jan\rquote s panties and squeezed the flesh therein.  He made small circles before working the undies down.  The voices of the family in the other room were not a distraction.  Jan made no adverse reactions save for a bit of wiggling.\par
\tab SMACK!  One hard smack but that was all.  Daddy Dan delved his fingers into her crack, fingered her hole\emdash fingered her hole\emdash sodomized her hole.  Jan clenched and couldn\rquote t help but wiggle which only earned her another SMACK!  Dan moved his hands all over the girl\rquote s body under her dress with specific attention to her ass area.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Jan slid off of her Daddy\rquote s lap and helped him fish out his cock from his pants.  She worked the mighty organ (which was handsomely more prominent than most manly schlongs); she grinned big and seemingly admired the might boner; then she kissed the glistening knob before going down on it.\tab\par
\tab After only a minute or so of intense sucking, Dan raised his child, hugged her, then moved her off to the adjoining family room\emdash leaving her panties on the kitchen floor.  The rest of the family continued whatever they were doing in the other room.\par
\tab In the family room, Dan stripped off his slacks and dress shirt\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote OH!  Daddy!\rdblquote  cried out Jan as her young asshole was fucked.\par
\tab Dan had his young child pinned against a large family section\emdash having sex.  It was anal but it was still sex (according to the law).  Not all of his manly manhood was in the girl\rquote s ass\emdash it wouldn\rquote t fit.  He pumped slowly, pulled out and humped the girl\rquote s ass flesh then plunged back in for a dramatic finish.\par
\tab And he was just finishing when the rest of the family came waltzing in\emdash Scott holding his sister\rquote s panties in hand he had scooped up from the floor.  No one seemed overly shocked or even stunned or alarmed.  Scott was smiling and smiling big; he said \ldblquote Why don\rquote t we join them!?\rdblquote\par
\tab One by one the family Heyimhere stripped off their clothes.\par
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\tab Dmitri was more than impressed with the Heyimhere family, and the Beefore family, too.  He had played a small part in their unnatural ways but for the most part they were already that way.  Arlene Heyimhere had long fantasized about sex with her boys; Dan-Dan the Well Hung Man had torrid thoughts of boning his girls; Claudia and Stephanie were a pair of naughty girls who enjoyed Scott\rquote s cock.\par
\tab One day, while downtown in the City, Dmitri saw Dan and Claudia\rquote s Dad going into a club.  A club for men.  A club for men!  Dim\rquote s curiosity was piqued\emdash and how!  After concluding his personal business he checked up on the Club finding there were no women and no one under eighteen in the Club.  It was a strange interior; not well illuminated, lots of rooms, open rooms, closed rooms, a couple of theatres, a lounge, and so on and so forth.\par
\tab Men.  Black, white, Asian, \ldblquote other.\rdblquote   Some were kinda fat, some were about average.  All were naked.  There were sex acts going on everywhere totally blowing Dim\rquote s mind.  It would have been alright had there been young people there; young teens, young boys.  He wasn\rquote t into \ldblquote men\rdblquote .\par
\tab He did find, finally, Dan and Rick\emdash in a whirlpool with some other men.\par
\tab After awhile the two went to the lounge\emdash naked, had a couple of drinks, then moved on to a private room.  Dim slipped in just in time; the two men embraced and began carrying on as gay men do.  It was a huge turn-off for Dim.  The two men then commenced to blowing one another followed by sodomy.  Dim made himself scarce\emdash vomiting just outside as he was greatly repulsed by what he had saw.\par
\tab Later on and he wondered what the men\rquote s families would think should they know?  Wow\emdash what an eye-opener; two family men who had big families and were carrying on sexually-homosexually with one another!  Wow!\par
Eye opening experience\par
\tab Sex was Man on Top; a married man on top of a married woman.\par
\tab The exactness of the coupling was a little elusive but an idea was forming.\par
\tab Dogs had sex; so did the turtles and elephants at the zoo.\par
\tab It had been said that for whales in the ocean to have there had to be three whales; two for the coupling while the other swam around helping to keep them coupling.  According the Bible, sodomy was wrong (and rampant!)  The exactness of what sodomy was was also a little elusive.\par
\tab Cherry Bestoned came to realize that her knowledge of sex was seriously lacking.  And from what she heard\emdash some of her friends seemed to know more about sex (and sex acts) than she did!  She was twelve, four months into her twelfth year of life.  She came to learn that there was more sex going on in church (her church) than at home (anyone\rquote s home!)\par
\tab   Now, Cherry had a best friend, Kenny Budosboy.  They had been friends since they were little, kindergarten to be exact.  They had a strong friendship; they went camping together, hiking, fishing, swimming, and getting into trouble.  They were typical kids; mischief makers, helping puppies find homes, sneaking out of their homes to meet up in a park to watch a meteor shower at one o\rquote clock in the morning.\par
\tab The two friends met up at their church which was non-demonational; all faiths could attend.  And since the terrible stuff that had happened at the Church by the River, lot of white folk had been coming to the usually mostly black church.  Didn\rquote t bother Cherry or Kenny or most the black folk at the usually mostly black church.\par
\tab\ldblquote HEY!\rdblquote  Cherry said brightening up as she saw her friend at the open courtyard just before services.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey.\rdblquote  Kenny said not as bright as his friend.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re mom said you\rquote ve been sick.\rdblquote  Cherry said out of concern.\par
\tab Kenny sighed and nodded, \ldblquote Yeah, something like that.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry was a pretty girl; light chocolate skin, bright eyes, favorite color was blue, and she had an amazing smile.  Her friend, Kenny, was smartly dressed in slacks, dress shoes, dress shirt and tie.  His skin was a little darker; he was just a couple of inches taller, his hair cut short and he bore a single gold earring in one ear.  Cherry didn\rquote t even have ONE!\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, what\rquote s been happening?\rdblquote  quizzed Cherry.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t want to talk about it.\rdblquote  the boy stood with his hands stuffed in his pants\rquote  pockets with his head bowed.\par
\tab A moment of silence between them; Mr. Poleick stepped out from the church\rquote s enclosed foyer and began ringing his bell.  Services were minutes from starting.  Kenny sighed, he wasn\rquote t much in the mood for \ldblquote services.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna ditch?\rdblquote  Cherry said.\par
\tab\ldblquote I guess so, where?\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry blushed, took his hand and began leading him opposite of their church\rquote s entrance.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, wait,\rdblquote  Kenny said, \ldblquote I\rquote m with my family, they\rquote ll see me not there.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry paused a moment, \ldblquote Tell them we\rquote re in children\rquote s choir.\rdblquote  A lie.  Good Christian girl.\par
\tab Both kids ran off to their prospective parental units and fibbed.  Then they met up again and surreptitiously slipped out of sight.  Not far, just around the big church\rquote s outer buildings to the furthest parking lot that butted against the back of a wilderness type park.\par
\tab After slipping under the lodge pole fencing and sneaking further into the wilderness\emdash which wasn\rquote t more than a few acres with a big lake in the middle; it was a protective piece of land for birds and other assorted animals to find haven, the kids came to a spot they frequented often (when ditching church.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, what\rquote s going on?\rdblquote  Cherry asked knowing that her friend hadn\rquote t been sick but something else ailed him.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s embarrassing.\rdblquote  Kenny replied.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  Cherry said; then, after licking her lips, \ldblquote Will you tell me if I tell you something embarrassing?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny shrugged leaning against a large mostly dead oak tree, hands in his pockets, looking very dejected.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  Cherry supplied, \ldblquote I farted in class.\rdblquote  Just like that, \lquote I farted in class.\rquote\par
\tab Kenny\rquote s eyes bulged, \ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote When did this happen?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Last week\emdash while YOU were sick!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?  Who knows?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Everyone practically, \ldblquote giggled Cherry, \ldblquote most the boys know it was me but think sort of that it was Jimmy Markhead; the girls think mostly it was me, too, but also blame Jimmy, too.\rdblquote   then,\par
\tab\ldblquote So what happened to you?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I got a boner!\rdblquote\par
\tab Just like that \ldblquote I got a boner!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow!\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote What was it like?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny was still embarrassed.  There was a lot of things he shared with his friend, but their relationship had come to a point where some things seemed awkward and possibly too private to share.  Being twelve was awkward.\par
\tab Kenny stood totally embarrassed.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?  Did something ELSE happen?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny nodded, \ldblquote Yeah, I got caught.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my gosh!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The first time was by my Mom.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The FIRST time!?\rdblquote  Cherry squeaked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, the first time and my Mom caught me red handed in the bathroom; I was in there too long and so she just opened the door thinking I was sick.\rdblquote   He shook his head sadly, \ldblquote I wish I had of been.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What\emdash what were you doing?\rdblquote  Cherry asked not really knowing.\par
\tab Kenny sighed and dropped his shoulders, \ldblquote You know\emdash what guys do.\rdblquote\par
\tab No, she didn\rquote t know \ldblquote what guys do.\rdblquote  She gave him a blank stare conveying as much, too.  This only made it worse for Kenny who hem-hawed around trying to find a coy way of explaining the fact that he had been jerking off.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s ok, you can tell me.\rdblquote  Sure, she was his bestest-best friend\emdash forever, but could he tell her that he was masturbating?\par
\tab\ldblquote I was doing this!\rdblquote  he said almost angrily (and made the motion of a guy jerking off.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote What was it like?  I mean, did it feel good?\rdblquote  an inquiring mind wanted to know.\par
\tab\ldblquote Jeeze, Cherry!\rdblquote  Kenny bitched and turned his back to her.\par
\tab A moment came between them, \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, I-I didn\rquote t mean to embarrass you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny said nothing.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t have what you have so I was just curious.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote The first time?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny nodded but continued to keep his back to her.\par
\tab\ldblquote How many times did you do it\emdash and get caught?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny gulped, \ldblquote Well, just a couple of times\emdash the one time in the bathroom and then in my room.\rdblquote  pause, then, \ldblquote My mom walked in on me (again) while I was doing it.\rdblquote  He failed to mention, though, that he was caught butt naked humping his bed.\par
\tab Being of a Christian family\emdash this didn\rquote t go over well.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come on,\rdblquote  Cherry said trying to cheer up her friend and change the subject, \ldblquote let\rquote s go see the ducks.\rdblquote\par
\tab The kids took to a nature path and made way to the unconstructed park\rquote s lake.  There were wild ducks there, geese, ganders, peacocks, and other assorted small animals.  Way on the other side was a fisherman with a girl, a granddaughter presumably.  No one else was about.\par
\tab\ldblquote I gotta pee.\rdblquote  Cherry announced.\par
\tab Kenny giggled.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Cherry asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you know that girls can pee standing up?\rdblquote  he was a plethora of information.\par
\tab Cherry gave him a look\emdash you know that look girls can give.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so\emdash\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote How?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Take your underwear off and stay standing, then pee!\rdblquote  just like that!\par
\tab Cherry thought it over, shook her head, then thought it over\emdash thought it over\emdash then thought it over some more.\par
\tab\ldblquote No way.\rdblquote  she concluded.\par
\tab\ldblquote Try it.\rdblquote  giggled and blushed Kenny.\par
\tab Then, off-handedly, \ldblquote You wanna watch me?\rdblquote  she was smiling giving Kenny the impression that she was on the level.  In the past, while camping together, hiking, and going off into the wilderness and the need to pee came up\emdash they were modest enough to do their business privately.\par
\tab Now, at twelve years of age, things were changing.\par
\tab Surprising Kenny, Cherry tugged down her panties and stepped out of them.\par
\tab Then, continuing to surprise her friend she had known some seven years, she spread her stance, hiked up her dress, and commenced to peeing.  She did!  Kenny was bombed; his mouth hung open and he could only stare and stare and stare.  And get hard-hard-hard.\par
\tab Agony came onto the young boy\rquote s face.  After Cherry had finished her pee,\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s the matter?\rdblquote  she said pushing down her dress and smoothing it out.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I never, I\rquote ve seen a girl\emdash I mean, you and me and, well\emdash\rdblquote  babble babble\par
\tab Cherry winced as the morning sun got brighter\emdash and hotter.  She moved to the interior of the wilderness where there was more protection and shade.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t you gotta pee?\rdblquote  she asked coyly.\par
\tab Kenny shrugged\emdash then got red in the face saying \ldblquote I-I sort of cant.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry cocked her head and eyed her friend\rquote s \ldblquote boy parts\rdblquote  area.\par
\tab\ldblquote How come?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Exactly!\rdblquote  he said making a joke only a boy would know.\par
\tab A moment passed, then another, then another.  Kenny checked his watch.\par
\tab\ldblquote You got a date?\rdblquote  Cherry asked noting that he had \ldblquote checked his watch\rdblquote  three times so far.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, we ought to get back pretty soon, I guess.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry looked a little glum.  \ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  she said sounding dejected.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  asked Kenny, \ldblquote What did I do?\rdblquote  it wasn\rquote t WHAT he did but what he didn\rquote t.\par
\tab\ldblquote Nothing.\rdblquote  Cherry answered.  Typical female response which means \ldblquote You\rquote re dead.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry,\rdblquote  Kenny said, \ldblquote this has been all really\emdash strange and weird for me.  I-I didn\rquote t mean to share that stuff about me with you\emdash I-I\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You can share ANYTHING with me.\rdblquote  Cherry said.\par
\tab Kenny sighed then said, \ldblquote I\rquote ve got one of those boners now.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry brightened up, \ldblquote Can I see it?\rdblquote   wow.\par
\tab Wow\emdash he wasn\rquote t expecting that.\par
\tab Was she serious?\par
\tab\ldblquote Really?\rdblquote  he asked, \ldblquote You want to see it?  Really?\rdblquote\par
\tab The goofy girl shrugged, \ldblquote Sure, why not?\rdblquote\par
\tab Sure\emdash why not!?\par
\tab Sooooo, Kenny slowly at first unzipped his Sunday dress slacks, then fished out his penis from within his tidy-whiteys.  And there it was.  Cherry smiled, cocked her head, admired the proud prong\emdash it was hard and though he was merely twelve he had a significant cock.\par
\tab Kenny was embarrassed\emdash for about five seconds.  Then he proudly stroked his more than average cock, flopped it, and entered into a new relationship level with Cherry.  Cherry giggled,\par
\tab\ldblquote Can I touch it?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny felt a little embarrassment sneak back in but quickly got over it and stood like Superman\emdash hands on his hips, head up proud, shoulders reared back\emdash girlfriend touching his schlong.\par
\tab And from touching to stroking.\par
\tab And from stroking to kissing.\par
\tab And from kissing\emdash no, she didn\rquote t suck.  That was yucky.  She just kissed the head and gushed big time giggling and blushing.  Standing back trying to calm herself from discomfiture she smiled ear to ear and with her hands over her face like a little kid she peeked at her friend with the amazing cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Too bad that old man is there.\rdblquote  Kenny said with his typical gravely boy voice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, we could go skinny dipping!\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry laughed.  Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote If we go out to Stanis-Tippleton Quarry we could go swimming naked there!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s a long way.\rdblquote  Kenny said.\par
\tab\ldblquote We could take the bus.\rdblquote   The girl had thought this out!\par
\tab Of course, no busses ran on a Sunday.\par
\tab The heat was a beginning to become a bit much so the two miscreants sidestepped off to where it was a little more shade and thusly cooler.  Kenny\rquote s cock remained steadfastly OUT and still dramatically hard.\par
\tab\ldblquote Can you show me what you do?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What I do?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, that thing you did when you got caught.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  Kenny was a little put off about that\emdash he had gotten a yelling and chastising for out and out whacking off.  A beating for bed fucking.\par
\tab Something was gonna happen there under the shade of the gathered birch, elm, and mulberry trees when something else was happening across the lake.  A girl about ten or so had come onto the scene; apparently the granddaughter.  The grandfather placed his fishing pole on a stand by the lake\rquote s shore and turned his attention on the girl.\par
\tab The girl backed up to the lone picnic table\emdash and lowered her pants!\par
\tab Off-yellow pants that went just to the knees, simple shoes, and simple top almost matching the pants; she had curly brown hair to her shoulders, and had a bit of titty.  The grandpa hugged the girl, patted her back and smoothed his hands over her butt before hoisting her up onto the table.  The girl laid down and the grandpa pulled her pants AND panties off.  The girl undone her shirt and opened it.  The grandpa opened the girl\rquote s legs and \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her.\par
\tab\ldblquote WHOA!\rdblquote  exclaimed Kenny\emdash but not loud enough to be heard.  He slipped his cock back inside his trousers\emdash but Cherry fished it back out and stroked it while nestled up snug against him.  Kenny\rquote s eyes were fastened on the old man and the girl.\par
\tab Grandpa Jeb Scamhouse, 68, deliciously licked and licked out his ten year old granddaughter\rquote s pussy.  She was mostly willing\emdash mostly.  He had something on her so she put up with the abuse.  Gripping the sides of the table it was an enduring abuse and whatever he had on her must have been a good one!\par
\tab The old man stood and unhitched his jeans pushing them down along with his boxers.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  whispered harshly Cherry.\par
\tab\ldblquote Looks like he\rquote s gonna boff her.\rdblquote  Colloquial term for \ldblquote fuck.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry had stopped stroking Kenny\rquote s cock and had gripped it.  As the grandpa got up into position and seemed to be indeed \ldblquote boffing\rdblquote  the young girl on the table, Kenny reached back as much as he could to rub/caress Cherry\rquote s ass.  His cock was ready to exlode!  He needed relief and moved around to be behind his girl and tried for some Back Door Banditry.\par
\tab Cherry was game but her hole was closed.\par
\tab Kenny wasn\rquote t deterred and humped her ass just the same; Cherry reached for (and got!) his cock to rub it against (of all places) her pussy!  It was \ldblquote closed\rdblquote , too, but receptive enough for grinding against.  She frigged herself with the other but was concerned for the little girl on the table.\par
\tab The grandpa got his rocks off in record time; he pulled out and slapped his schlong against the girl\rquote s poon, gouged it up and down before masturbating furiously; then, the little girl came off onto her knee before her Grandpa\rquote s aged pole so as he could hump her sweet face to complete the deed.\par
\tab Just as Kenny was about to \ldblquote get some\rdblquote  Cherry tensed up turning her head towards their church.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Kenny asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote I hear my Mom!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit.\rdblquote\par
\tab The kids dressed and dashed back the way they had come pausing at the fence when seeing indeed Cherry\rquote s parental unit standing at the stairs leading into the back parking lot.\par
\tab She wore a seriously pink outfit with a HUGE Southern style pink hat and fanning herself with a huge Japanese fan.  She called for Cherry two more times before turning in a huff.\par
\tab\ldblquote I am in soooo much trouble!\rdblquote  Cherry said.\par
\tab As soon as the woman was out of sight the kids made a maddening dash back to the church property.\par
\tab\ldblquote We better break up,\rdblquote  Kenny suggested, \ldblquote and not be seen together.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote  Cherry asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote If we\rquote re seen together\emdash we\rquote ll never be seen together again!\rdblquote  he was sweating and didn\rquote t make much sense and there wasn\rquote t time to explain.  He took off and Cherry slipped into the main sanctuary via a side door.\par
\tab When she met up with her Mom minutes later there was a stern scolding but nothing more as Cherry was a smooth liar explaining about the children\rquote s choir, bathroom, she got \ldblquote sick\rdblquote , and so on.  She was believed as Cherry had such a smile and face that seldom could be mistaken for a fibber.\par
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Does this story have an ending?\par
(nope!)\par
\tab One week later, Saturday, Bus 201 to Rural Route 6 Stanis-Tippleton Corners.  An hour and a half drive; cost:  $1.50 (one way.)  Once there, the kids made firstly to the Mr. Freeze & Ms. Frosty Ice Cream Emporium.  For five bucks you got a hell of a deal in ice cream, freezes, shakes, malteds and brain freezes.  The day was hot\emdash as per the norm for summer type time in that particular part of the country.  Humid and muggy, too.  \par
\tab After filling up on a year\rquote s worth of ice cream and ice cream related treats, the two kids struck off for Quaking Aspen\emdash five hundred foot recreation area (the highest point in Tippleton located at on the outskirts of Stanis.)  A good little walk; the kids cut across a meadow, paused at the fence where some horses were and petted some, laughed at the donkeys, then finally arrived at the quarry.\par
\tab A large area long since abandoned surrounded by towering granite boulders and other assorted boulders and left over mining equipment.  In the middle was a lake fed by an underground spring.\par
\tab The evidence of \ldblquote teenagers\rdblquote  was all over; beer cans, campfires, clothes.\par
\tab\ldblquote Pretty deep, huh?\rdblquote  Cherry asked.  Neither had been to the quarry before\emdash they had only heard about it.\par
\tab Kenny was curious and a little apprehensive.\par
\tab No one of concern knew where exactly Cherry and Kenny were!\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  drawled Kenny surmising, \ldblquote we\rquote re here\emdash we\rquote ve come all this way.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry nodded, \ldblquote Yeah, we\rquote ve come all this way.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Best make the best of it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Just a week earlier and Kenny\rquote s dick had been kissed on by the pretty girl.\par
\tab A week earlier and Kenny had had his dick up against the girl\rquote s ass!\par
\tab All during the week he had thought of nothing more than boning his friend!\par
\tab It had been a long week.  They had snuck out at midnight to meet up\emdash once in her backyard, once at the park, once in the alley.  Each time they had almost\emdash almost done something.  Each time she had gripped his dick, jacked it, kissed it, fondled his balls; each time he had gotten his throbbing cock against her ass, poked her hole, rubbed up and down her pussy.\par
\tab But each time there was a cat fight, a dog barking, a helicopter buzzing\emdash all times bringing out peoples from their homes.  At the park a roving park ranger\rquote s flashlight caused the naked kids to scuttle in a bush and become nearly discovered.  Each time Cherry was too freaked out to continue.\par
\tab Bummer (for Kenny.)\par
\tab There was some concern about the water\emdash it was clear revealing that it was also deep.  Being kind of \ldblquote out of the way\rdblquote  if something should go wrong\emdash it was a hell of a trek to get help.  Kenny saw Cherry\rquote s concern\emdash and the only way to brighten her up was\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote BONZAI!\rdblquote  he said enhancing the Japanese word\emdash and butt bare assed naked he jumped off a small protruding rock into the refreshing water barrel jump style.  Cherry did laugh at him then shucked her own clothes and did likewise.  Both were fairly good swimmers but Cherry preferred swimming whereas she could \ldblquote touch bottom\rdblquote  to shoot herself back to the top\emdash so she swam close to the edge where there were handholds to grab hold of.\par
\tab Kenny, meanwhile, forgot the real reason of coming out to the remote swimming hole and dove to the bottom, shot to the surface\emdash without touching the bottom, swum across the diameter of the pool, and enjoyed swimming naked\emdash which was a rarity for the boy.\par
\tab Cherry dared herself and swam out to the middle then hurriedly returned to the edge and also enjoyed swimming\emdash naked.\par
\tab After a while, though, both kids got a little tired from their frolicking and climbed out of the water to bask in the sun on the shore.  They lay still for awhile, then rolled over to be baked on their backsides.\par
\tab They discussed school, summer, their teachers, their new teachers, friends, family, and so on.  At length, Kenny leaned up on his elbows\emdash his eyes looking over his naked friend.  She had nice form!  Most times he only got to see her naked in the middle of the night.  During the daylight and she was ten times better!\par
\tab Cherry noticed his noticing.  She smiled, blushed, giggled and grinned; then rolled onto her side facing him.  The boy checked her out all the more grinning just as big as she was.\par
\tab\ldblquote I heard that some kids got caught doing it in the pool at the hotel.\rdblquote  She referred to the group of teenagers who had graduated high school and as a reward they invaded a hotel in their town and went skinny dipping\emdash in the middle of the night!\par
\tab Kenny grinned.\par
\tab\ldblquote I didn\rquote t know you could \ldblquote do it\rdblquote  in water?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny didn\rquote t either; he shrugged, then smiled bigger.\par
\tab\ldblquote You wanna try?\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry was surprisingly game.\par
\tab Kenny jumped into the water while Cherry slid in from the shore.\par
\tab As the kids came together and awkwardly tried \ldblquote coupling\rdblquote\emdash voices were heard.  Kenny and Cherry hurriedly splashed out of the water, grabbed their clothes and dashed to a nearby overhanging rock that had a slight concave to its underside allowing concealment.  A group of teens came up on the scene\emdash they wasted no time in getting naked and diving into the pool; then later on making a campfire and bringing out the weed, beer, and whiskey.\par
\tab Only when the sun finally kissed the horizon did Cherry and Kenny were able to make a dash for the bus stop\emdash they were way late and almost missed the last bus back to their town.  Deeply disappointed\emdash especially Kenny, the kids sat in some silence for the long bus ride back.  He had almost scored.  Almost.\par
\tab All the while they had hid in the almost cave they had watched the teens smoke and drink\emdash and fuck.  Three girls, four boys.  All three girls got hammered by all four boys.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  It was an orgy.  In the water the girls rode the boys (shoulders) and played around very nearly almost nearly seeing the hiding NAKED Cherry and Kenny.\par
\tab What Kenny told his parents about his day and why he was out of touch and late getting home wasn\rquote t known; Cherry told her parents that she had spent the afternoon helping a little kid get back home; he was lost after chasing his puppy.  Her parents bought and were proud of their daughter but still scolded her for not checking in.\par
\tab Cherry half expected Kenny to come calling\emdash he didn\rquote t, though.\par
\tab The next day she met with her beau\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Did you get in trouble?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  He said but shrugged it off and the two made a day goofing off with their friends at the mall.  Cherry knew that he had gotten into \ldblquote trouble\rdblquote ; probably more than a yelling, too.  He didn\rquote t seem too bothered but Cherry had known him since they were little\emdash he was hiding what had actually happened which was probably a spanking.  She felt bad for him\emdash going to the swimming hole was her idea.\par
\tab After the day of socializing\emdash nothing.  Kenny and Cherry parted with\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote I better get home.\rdblquote  From Kenny and he took off doing so.  Cherry knew he had gotten into BIG trouble.  Somehow she had to make it up to him.  Somehow.\par
\tab That opportunity came along some days later\emdash\par
\tab Kenny was all smiles when the two met up at the library.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s with you?\rdblquote  Cherry asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Looky what I got!\rdblquote  he said showing her some keys.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are those?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Keys\emdash\rdblquote  Kenny grinned, \ldblquote keys to the church!\rdblquote\par
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\tab It was Friday, and on Saturdays, a family member of the church volunteered to clean the church for the next day\rquote s services.  Kenny\rquote s family was due to do the cleaning and so they had the keys.  Correction, Kenny had the keys.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you planning?\rdblquote  Cherry asked not really knowing but knowing he was up to something.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s blow this joint and go to the church!\rdblquote\par
\tab It was Friday and no one would be there\emdash and along with the keys he had the security access codes, too.  Going to the library was just a meeting up place; checking in with the librarian was essential as their parents would confer with her to see for sure if their children had been there.  It wasn\rquote t \ldblquote I don\rquote t trust you\rdblquote  issue but security.  Yeah, right\'85\par
\tab Watching the janitor go out the side door\emdash that had an alarm to go off when anyone else but the janitor went out, Kenny and Cherry dashed out right behind him.  Then they walked the few blocks to their community church and noted two cars in the \ldblquote A\rdblquote  parking lot by the trees.  One car was Ms. Whittite, she taught Sunday School to 4rth grade level kids and did some other volunteer work.  She was part Chinese, tall, long-long jet black hair, skinny body.\par
\tab The other car was not a car but a full size van parked at an angle.  It was Mr. Jordan McGivemesome; he was just a member of the church, part African-American with some Mexican in him, too.  He was nice, a little taller than Ms. Whittite, slender, spoke a bunch of languages, and someone said he was Scottish.\par
\tab Ms. Whittite wore a nice summer dress, light blue with light and dark blue flowers all over them.  The dress was a little tight and mid thigh length.  She was a gorgeous woman and Kenny liked her\emdash she smelled good!\par
\tab Ms. Whittite sat on the hood of her car; leaned against it with arms folded light heartedly talking to Mr. McGivemesome.  Jordan M was dressed in dress slacks (brown) and a dress shirt (no tie.)\par
\tab After a few minutes of chattering there was suddenly a change up.\par
\tab Ms. Whittite came up off of the car\rquote s hood she had been leaning her super fine butt against and went right up against Mr. Jordan.  He hugged her and at first it looked like a friendly thing and their conversation was concluding.  Not so.  Mr. Jordan slipped his hands down to Ms. Kim\rquote s ass and gave it a squeeze.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fu\emdash\rdblquote  blurted Kenny.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote  Cherry said.\par
\tab Then\emdash THEN\emdash Ms. Kim Whittite began rubbing Mr. Jordan Givemesome\rquote s cock!  Cherry couldn\rquote t believe what she was seeing\emdash neither could Kenny.  Ms. Kim put her fingers about the bulge in Mr. Jordan\rquote s slacks and seemingly was masturbating him!  Ms. Kim\rquote s husband was some sort of businessman who worked downtown; he was a Sunday school teacher, too.\par
\tab Then the woman worked Mr. Jordan\rquote s cock out of his slacks and underwear and boldly gripped the manly dick, stroked it in a masturbatory way before leaning down, bending over, and SUCKING IT!\par
\tab\ldblquote HOLY SHIT!\rdblquote  blurted Cherry.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow!\rdblquote  exclaimed Kenny.\par
\tab While Mr. Jordon got his weeny waxed he pulled up Ms. Kim\rquote s dress.  His hands went all over the woman\rquote s butt with at length his hands going inside her non-matching green tinted panties.\par
\tab Soon and Mr. Jordan was laying down width wise in his van\rquote s passenger area with his slacks and undies at his ankles.  Ms. Kim worked off her dress, bra, and shucked her panties to lay stark nude on the man not her husband.\par
\tab Cherry and Kenny had excellent viewing and saw rightly Mr. Jordan\rquote s cock sliding UP into Ms. Kim\rquote s cunt.  His hands tightly gripped the woman\rquote s lily white smooth ass, her legs straddling his waist area fully taking his manhood.  It seemed intense.  Kim Whittite bounced herself up and down slinging her head all about making a bunch of noises that neither Cherry or Kenny were sure were good or not.\par
\tab Two-three-four minutes\emdash the fuck was incredible and Kenny was hard-hard-hard.  Hiding in the shrubs made things difficult but concealment was optimum.  And once more Kenny moved into position\emdash behind his girl with his cock pressed against her ass.  It would have been had she been in a dress or something but she was in jeans.\par
\tab Cherry did reach behind her, found her boyfriend\rquote s cock, played with it, then undone her jeans pushing them down.  Kenny slipped his cock inside the crotch of her panties and got busy with the humping of her cunt.\par
\tab Kenny\rquote s hard cock was very nearly making vaginal penetration.  Very nearly.  And Cherry didn\rquote t seem to mind\emdash especially \lquote cause she had a gripe on her beau\rquote s beautiful cock practically guiding it into her!\par
\tab Cherry was a little concerned\emdash that was Mr. Jordan and he shouldn\rquote t be doing what he was doing with Brittany\emdash let alone her mother!  Kenny was cumming.  His cock was right up against Cherry\rquote s cunt (but still not IN).  He grinded and grinded; her peach colored panties kind of kept the sensation alive and his cock in place.\par
\tab A few minutes later and the man rolled Ms. Kim off of him.  Kenny\rquote s eyes feasted on Ms. Kim\rquote s cummy cunt.  His own cock was incredibly hard and very nearly\emdash very nearly impaling Cherry\rquote s cunt.  Very nearly.  Cherry\rquote s eyes were locked onto Mr. Jordan\rquote s cock.\par
 \tab Then a car came onto the lot causing the man to make a mad scramble whereas he closed the van\rquote s door.  The car went out to the park on the far side of the church; a man got out and went into the park to one of the tables.  He got something off of a table, got back in the car and left.\par
\tab Minutes later and the door of Mr. Jordan\rquote s van opened; he was dressed and helped re-dress Ms. Kim and put her back to the same spot she had been some many minutes earlier.  Then, a minute later and it seemed like Ms. Kim was talking like nothing sexual had happened at all!  Hmmmm  well, good thing The Strangler! wasn\rquote t there.  Mr. Jordan hugged Kim\emdash and nothing else followed.\par
 \tab Ms. Kim got back into her car, Mr. Jordan got into his van and they left leaving Kenny and Cherry bewildered beyond belief.\par
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\tab Once the coast/lot was clear the kids scurried quickly to the church and to the side door.  Kenny made a mad dash to the security control pad to input the code before the alarm went off.\par
\tab When the green light came on\emdash all was good.\par
\tab Cherry stood beside Kenny blushing and grinning.\par
\tab Kenny was just grinning.\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, what do we do?\rdblquote  Cherry asked still grinning and blushing.\par
\tab Kenny was too embarrassed to say.\par
\tab Cherry looked around the church body; it was a good sized church having on a good Sunday service as many as 600 peoples!  Nice and cool inside, there was the stage with the band equipment, piano, and chairs for the staff and choir.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s kind of creepy.\rdblquote  Cherry said.\par
\tab\ldblquote I know how to make it more livelier.\rdblquote  Kenny said unable to wipe the smile off his handsome black face.\par
\tab\ldblquote How?\rdblquote  Cherry asked not picking up on the boy\rquote s statement.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s take off our clothes!\rdblquote\par
\tab Oh.\par
\tab Well there\rquote s that\'85\par
\tab Kenny was out of his clothes first\emdash naturally.\par
\tab Cherry hesitated\emdash mostly out of embarrassment of undressing inside her church.  She said, \ldblquote We\rquote re going to Hell!\rdblquote  giggled then removed her clothes to stand just as nude as Kenny.\par
\tab Kenny leaned against the end of the pew row where his family sat\emdash grinding his butt crack right against the smooth curved wood.  Cherry blushed big placing her hands to her face in awkward shame.\par
\tab\ldblquote So whatta wanna do?\rdblquote  Kenny asked\emdash his cock was rock solid hard.\par
\tab There had been an ample amount of cum in Cherry\rquote s panties\emdash and some in Kenny\rquote s tidy whiteys.  Cherry was very embarrassed but said \ldblquote Race ya to the stage!\rdblquote\par
\tab Kenny was game.\par
\tab The kids ran amok (nakedly) inside the church; to the stage and up the main aisle to the foyer; then to the bathrooms and back to the stage where Kenny sat nakedly in the seat his father, an assistant, sat.  Then, he marched up to the podium where he took the microphone and rubbed it against his sac!\par
\tab He did!\par
\tab Cherry giggled to the point of whereas she almost peed herself!\par
\tab Then Kenny turned around placing the microphone to his butthole.\par
\tab He tried to fart but it wasn\rquote t happening.\par
\tab\ldblquote Here,\rdblquote  he said to Cherry, \ldblquote you do something.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry took the object but wasn\rquote t sure what to do\emdash or why.\par
\tab\ldblquote Just think,\rdblquote  Kenny said grinning, \ldblquote come Sunday morning and Preacher up here yapping!\rdblquote  he busted out laughing as he saw the burly man talking into the microphone.  Cherry then joined him and took the speaking device rubbing it against her pussy!\par
\tab Then Kenny turned looking at the baptismal pool above the area where the choir sat/stood.  \ldblquote Something I\rquote ve always wanted to do.\rdblquote  Kenny said beamingly.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s that?\rdblquote  Cherry asked.\par
\tab Kenny didn\rquote t answer but ran up to the baptismal; it was a large square pool a few feet up from the choir area having a portion visible to the audience.  It was accessible from behind the great white stucco wall.  Kenny stretched up almost climbing up but lost his footing on the back of one of the chairs and took a tumble to the stage.  Cherry rushed to his aid but he was alright\emdash just damaged his pride.\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe you ought to use the keys.\rdblquote  Suggested Cherry.\par
\tab Kenny nodded, \ldblquote Good idea.\rdblquote\par
\tab Cherry thought he was just going to go swimming.\par
\tab Not quite.\par
\tab Once inside the area unseen from the rest of the church body, Kenny went up the stairs to the water tank and seemingly\emdash seemingly suggested the fact that he was going to pee in it!\par
\tab Upon seeing this, Cherry quipped,\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, I got something better we can do!\rdblquote  and she slid herself into the cold\emdash very cold water.\par
\tab Kenny grinned\emdash he couldn\rquote t quit grinning, and joined her.\par
\tab The water sloshed; Kenny finally farted, and the two naked reprobates came together in a hug.  By the time the two kissed (their first kissed by the way) the water had stopped sloshing.  All that time they had just held one another staring into the other\rquote s eyes.  Thoughts to their own.  When they finally brought their lips together\emdash Kenny\rquote s hands had slipped down to cup Cherry\rquote s ass.  His throbbing hard cock went pressingly right up against her.\par
\tab Cherry moved the hard dong down between her legs.\par
\tab Then they were kissing.\par
\tab Deeply and passionately.\par
\tab It was pretty intense and the two began to get frisky.\par
\tab There were steps leading into the tank, one on each side.  Cherry sat her butt down on the middle step and Kenny guided his cock into her pussy.  First time!  Despite the cold water, Kenny hot cock and Cherry\rquote s hot cunt paved the way for fucking.  There was a noticeable sharp pain and a little discomfort as Kenny\rquote s schlong invaded her sex but Cherry dealt with it and tolerated it.\par
\tab The first time was not so grand as Cherry thought.\par
\tab What Kenny\rquote s thoughts were on the matter were not known.\par
\tab The sloshing of the water got to be a bit of a problem but there was not stopping as Kenny got into the grove of \ldblquote getting into the groove!\rdblquote   Kenny fucked and fucked until some minutes later there was an explosion like never before had he experienced.  And it was grand!\par
\tab Cherry received a bit of pleasure at that point, too.\par
\tab And there wasn\rquote t a lot of \ldblquote cherry\rdblquote  juice to spoil things, either.\par
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\tab After splashing around, fucking around, the kids left the baptismal tank, dried off, then scrambled back to the sanctuary where right on the stage\emdash and right below the picture of the Savior they commenced to Round Two.  It was a little better that time but when Cherry saw the portrait of Christ\emdash she got a little creeped out.\par
\tab Kenny was cool and they switched places\emdash Kenny taking his girl \ldblquote doggie-style\rdblquote  and he understood what that really meant!  His hands went all over the girl\rquote s body, his cock slammed her cunt\emdash slammed her cunt\emdash slammed her cunt until blowing a magnificent load in just under three minutes work.\par
\tab Then they coupled in the pew of their families.\par
\tab Once in the foyer.\par
\tab Another doggie-style in the center aisle.\par
\tab Again on the stage then someone came to the church breaking their frolic up.  The kids scrambled into their clothes\emdash a little sticky and a lot sore.  They managed to slip out of the church unseen (well, save for the Unseen spy) and make for their prospective homes.  Cherry pleased herself in her shower then once more on her bed.  She had been fucked and fucked well that day.  Whew!\f1\fs22\par
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