{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 2\par Roadtrips & Sidetrips\par Chapter 7\par Getting to Know You\'85\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \par \tab Each of the girls had a Dark Side to them. Secrets that they did not share with their Club members. Mostly out of fear, some out of respect. Secrets that deserved to be kept secret, dark things no one outside themselves should know about. All resolved around the single topic--sex. (natch)\par \tab We\rquote ve already looked at Claudia. There\rquote s more, we\rquote ll get back to her in a bit. Moving on to----Dawn. Dawn was a lovely girl with a very nice body, a bright dazzling smile, incredible persona of happy-go-lucky and all that. Blond hair that was always stylish and trendy. She wore good clothes and was always \ldblquote clean.\rdblquote She wasn\rquote t opposed to \ldblquote getting dirty\rdblquote , just didn\rquote t chose to do so.\par \tab Anyways, one particular afternoon she was in charge of young Willie Amos. A five year old lad with curly hair and an eye for nature. He liked birds, lizards, mice, and anything creepy-crawly. Dawn wasn\rquote t so much into the creepy-crawly things of the earth, but birds were okay. So she escorted the youngster out into the \ldblquote wilds\rdblquote of the woods of the area they lived.\par \tab Thru no fault of his own--young Willie began groping. Aye, groping Dawn\rquote s lovely bustling bosoms. She was a little shocked at first, then a little frightened. Then alarmed. She suddenly became flushed and realized that there was a strange stirring seething thru her young teenage body.\par \tab Already Dawn was into finger banging, that was no biggie. She knew the other girls did so, too; they talked lightly amongst themselves about it, saw one another in various stages of undress, but hadn\rquote t fingered themselves in front of each other. (not yet)\par \tab As for boys, no. Dawn was pretty, popular, and pretty popular. But that was because she was pretty--not because of any other reason. (and she was pretty popular \lquote cause most boys saw her as pretty and wanted to be with her--really wanted to be with her.) But at her age she really wasn\rquote t 100% into dating boys. (but they were fun to be with just the same!)\page\tab Being nasty with one\rquote s self was one thing, it was a private thing; public sexuality of any kind was taboo. At least in Dawn\rquote s book. So when little Willie began fondling her breasts not knowing any better as they stood out in the woods of an impromptu park observing some blue jays, Dawn found her cunny to be very-very excited.\par \tab So excited that she was mildly aware that her cunny had cum.\par \tab Her ass tightened up, her nipples became erect, her pussy demanded a dramatic fingering. But she couldn\rquote t, not out in the open and especially not with Willie. She had had like feelings when--when--no, she couldn\rquote t admit it, not even to herself.\par \tab (August had to pry a time or two into the girls\rquote mind when he ran into a roadblock. Some things the girls still just couldn\rquote t deal with on any front.)\par \tab So digging deeper, lulling the Subject into releasing her deepest darkest secrets, August smiled and saw that Dawn was a pervert. When bathing young lads a time or two \ldblquote fondled\rdblquote them as well--AND got off on it! She had unimaginable sensations; fondling their hairless testicles, smoothing her hand over their smooth asses, masturbating their young willies.\par \tab Willie.\par \tab She gulped and felt flushed. Her ass tightened up, her cunny was teeming with anticipated excitement. August smiled more and more as he saw Dawn\rquote s predicament intensify ten-fold. This \ldblquote predicament\rdblquote prompted Dawn to go against one of her moral codes--the outdoor code. Nonchalantly she whisked young Willie into the woods and out of the open area. Finding a nice secluded spot she placed young Willie between her legs. This day she wore very designer jeans, a light mid-Spring blouse with a trendy sweater tied about her.\par \tab She gulped and was most nervous, the other times she was intimate with charges they were behind closed doors, in a bathroom setting. Bathing the boys or helping them to pee she could easily get away with her illicitness. But this was different; out in the open--sort of. \par \tab A big hug she gave to the boy. He hugged her and was turned about. Dawn pointed out a bird flirting about in a nearby tree. On the sly Dawn fondled the lad between his legs, she felt her young cunny soiling her brand new pair of panties. Her fingers ached to please her self--did she dare?\par \tab\ldblquote I gotta pee.\rdblquote suddenly announced Willie.\page\tab Dawn held tight for a moment; thought, and had to make herself blink. None of the boys had ratted her out. None even were aware of her molesting them. After she had done her thing with the lads she often got a moment to herself of which she then seriously fingered her teen cunny into a stupor. (she also spanked herself to ultimately satiate her yearnings.\par \tab With Willie she was nervous. But slowly (as if she were possessed by an internal demon) she undone Willie\rquote s brown corduroys. The boy was most preoccupied with the hopping bird, there were two squirrels dancing about the bark of a nearby tree, too, that amused the little boy.\par \tab Dawn soon had the boy\rquote s pants down. He wore white briefs with a red hem. Her breathing became labored, the juices in her cunny were intensifying, she was beside herself with sexual agony. (but he had started it!!)\par \tab Very-very carefully she eased her hand inside his undies and began a studious task of fondling him. He also had begun to pee, with Dawn holding the lad\rquote s pee pee. She fondled his testicles and worked his undies down and really began working his little tally. He finished peeing quickly though, but Dawn wasn\rquote t finished.\par \tab She did the \ldblquote shake\rdblquote that was customary with boys, but didn\rquote t pull up his clothes. Feeling a little more daring she easily whisked off the lad\rquote s shirt. Willie didn\rquote t mind, didn\rquote t care. She helped him out of his shoes and socks and then his pants and undies. Willie could care less. He sat on her lap and continued watching nature while Dawn fondled--fondled--fondled.\par \par \tab Stacie--Stacie--Stacie. She did more than fondle-fondle-fondle. Lots more. She was a tad bit more daring than Dawn. Dawn found herself in a precarious situation one particular Saturday afternoon; while in the company of three triplet boys. They were all red headed, all precocious, all adorable, all seven years young. And all locked in the boys\rquote bathroom!\par \tab Hmmmm\par \tab The house was an old Victorian, remodeled but retaining some of its old worldly charms, including the crystal door knobs on the three bathrooms. Being boys and being seven there was the usual chaos of trying to curtail the youngsters. Dawn finally managed to trap the lads in their own bathroom, but \ldblquote Charlie\rdblquote shut the door HARD and locked it. When Dawn had managed to settle the other two down, she turned the bathroom knob--and it came off in her hand. Not good. The door was \ldblquote locked-in\rdblquote and there was no way out.\par \tab Okay, no need to panic, not yet.\par \tab The time to panic came when the need to pee arose.\par \tab Holding back the necessary urge became an increasing problem as the minutes ticked by. The boys\rquote parents weren\rquote t due home for HOURS! Her fellow B\rquote 7 club members were with other charges and/or busy with their families. There was no phone available, and Stacie was in great need.\par \tab So were Adam, Bobby, and Charlie.\par \tab August had to uproot deep seeded narly business to uncover Stacie\rquote s dark secrets. Other than being a finger banger, she, too, like Dawn, fondled little boys. Stacie, though, did a little more--sucking and having wee ones wee on her as well as nosh on her breasts and hump her between her legs. The wee lads were, of course, very oblivious to what she was doing. She didn\rquote t do it often, mostly when the urges struck her she locked herself in her private bathroom and went to town on her cunny. But it wasn\rquote t enough.\par \tab There was another very deep seeded secret she was keeping in the darkness of her mind. It piqued August\rquote s interest, he would get it in a few, but currently he wanted to know how the bathroom escapade turned out.\par \tab As it turns out--Bobby seemed to be the one in the most need to pee. He was already \ldblquote wetting\rdblquote and couldn\rquote t hold it any longer. Stacie sat on the lime green bathtub, feet in, facing the matching green tile. In moments she heard the telltale sound of urine splashing into the toilet water. This only made her own needs more desperate.\par \tab Looking at her feet she wondered\'85\par \tab She could draw the vinyl shower curtain and pee in the tub\'85\par \tab It was just a thought. She pushed back the flood and heard the boys giggling behind her. Adam was taking a turn at peeing. Great, the BOYS could pee but she couldn\rquote t!!\par \tab Suddenly their giggling turned to distress as the toilet lid slammed down--slamming down onto Adam\rquote s pee pee. The boy yelled, screamed, and went into a dire panic. \ldblquote He chopped it off! He chopped it off!\rdblquote he wailed.\par \tab Not so. Bobby and Charlie had been joshing their triplet brother and in so doing upset the wooden toilet lid. Both Bobby & Charlie had their wee wee\rquote s still out, they had been \ldblquote playing.\rdblquote\par \tab Stacie held Adam\rquote s hands out of the way and took a gander at his schlong. It was still there. She assured him, fondled it, fondled his testicles, and felt a new stirring within her loins. \rquote Oh my God!\rquote she muttered to herself. This was pure torture.\par \tab\ldblquote It hurts! It hurts!\rdblquote wailed Adam.\page\tab Stacie fondled him more and more, then simply worked his jeans and undies down, parted his legs a bit--and did the natural thing, she went down on him. His brothers stood gawking, watching, methodically fondling their young puds.\par \tab A minute elapsed (or therebouts) and Stacie pulled back, she loved sucking young pud. August saw a memory flash in the young teen, it was a flash from the deep secret she was hiding in the darkness.\par \tab\ldblquote Feeling better?\rdblquote she asked of Adam.\par \tab Adam smiled, blushed, grinned--his little pud stood out before him, he fondled it, squeezed his testicles and rubbed his bare bottom. Stacie took over fondling his pud and rubbing his butt. She grinned big herself, her nipples stuck out through her top, her cunny quivered in sexual tension.\par \tab\ldblquote Stacie! Stacie! Mine hurts, too!\rdblquote blurted Charlie.\par \tab She cocked her head and looked to the little boy. He held his wee wee and was grinning big. \ldblquote Me too! Me too!\rdblquote shouted Bobby from the other side. Stacie was in a fix. It was more than just \ldblquote stepping over the line.\rdblquote she knew that she was going to have to have a nice long talk with the boys--a long talk. After. Afterwards.\par \tab She went to each boy, even resucking Adam. The boys stripped off their clothes and Adam lay down on the clothes and bathrug. Stacie had an easier time sucking him.\par \tab The urgence to relieve her bladder took precedent. She wondered if she should dare what she considered.\par \tab\ldblquote Uhm, boys, I gotta pee, myself.\rdblquote she told them.\par \tab Their dazzling eyes all stared at her, Bobby began to smile as he knew what it meant.\par \tab She hesitated. These lads were older than what she usually did anything with. It was risky. The boys were wiser. Slowly, very slowly she undone her jeans. The boys flanked her, staring and watching. She stood up and let her jeans tumble down to her knees. She wore pink undies with flowers. The boys stared, gawked, ogled. Their little puds got a little stiffer. She stood against the toilet in prep to take a seat. The lid was already down. The anticipation was a killer.\par \tab Slowly she went for it, sliding her undies down in a fluidic motion.\par \tab She stood, she had indeed both soiled her panties with her \ldblquote essence\rdblquote as well as a bit of pee. She let the boys take a moment to gawk at her blond bush, then she sat on the toilet and commenced to release the flood.\par \tab She ripped a sudden unannounced fart, too.\par \tab This ripped the boys up into an uproarious bout of laughter.\par \tab Bobby and Charlie stood right up close looking between Stacie\rquote s legs as she peed. Stacie opened her legs wide and let them see her peeing. Adam stood behind, fondling his prick.\par \tab After a good pee, Stacie kicked it up a notch, she removed her top and then her bra. The boys sucked her titties and she fondled them beyond her wildest dreams. (and she had some pretty hot wild dreams!)\par \tab Soon she was laid out on the floor with the boys taking turns riding her. She was in euphoria. Pure and simple. She endured multiple orgasms. After a good hump from each boy she brought them up to squash on her lovely model-material face and there she did fully engulf their testicles and cock.\par \par \tab Mary Anne. Of all the B\rquote 7 girls, Mary Anne was by far the sweetest. Dawn and Stacie came very close, but demure reserved Mary Anne scored the highest marks. She wore old fashioned dresses, retained babyfat to her cheeks, had a whimsical demeanor/persona about her, and melted practically every boy she met.\par \tab This was to include young stud Logan Matthews. Logan was warm for her form. Very warm. Mary Anne saw him playing soccer, he was good. He was handsome, he was lean and had a boyish charm she found to be very enticing. \par \tab On Mary Anne\rquote s part, she saw her heart throb in the woods where they lived. A sort of park ran between the walkway and shrubs then out to the edge of the woods not taken over by development (yet.) He was alone and Mary Anne thought it would be a good time to finally be alone with the guy--always there was someone with either herself or Logan.\par \tab She easily slipped away from her own friends and eased into the woods. It took several enduring minutes to relocate the boy, she found him on the lee side of a great boulder, pants and undies down part way and he was strongly schlepping his salami.\par \tab Mary Anne gushed. Sure she had seen little boys playing with themselves and could only imagine what a boy Logan\rquote s age would be like. But this was up close and personal. Well, not overly up close and not too personal.\par \tab She watched him as he rubbed his ass, squeezed his balls, and wanked off until he began to cum. She wasn\rquote t overly sure for certain about the white milky fluid shooting from his pud, splashing onto the flat boulder side, but realized that it was the boy\rquote s personal juices--much like her own.\page\tab It was then that Mary Anne realized her own needs. Her panties were soaked with her personal juices. Diligently and on the sly she eased her fingers into her quivering quim and began diddling until there was relief.\par \tab When she looked back up, Logan was gone. In a way she was relieved. She finished fingering herself and then dashed home, locking herself into her room and flinging herself onto her bed. She stripped off her clothes and frigged her cunny into oblivion.\par \tab Like the girls before her (Stacie & Dawn) Mary Anne, too, had a thing for boys. She was a little more subtle but the same things occurred, on the sly she masturbated and fondled the boys, helped them to pee, and got them to suckle her breasts. One boy aged seven she got to do a little more with. The \ldblquote call of mother nature\rdblquote struck her while she and he were out communing with nature. Right as she was commencing to pee, Jason appeared. He was supposed to stay by the creek while she \ldblquote excused herself\rdblquote . The boy knew what she had to do. He himself had just done so, pissing into the creek before Mary Anne caught him and stopped him.\par \tab Mary Anne\rquote s dress concealed most of her, her panties, though, were at her knees, ass just mere inches from the forest floor. She wasn\rquote t about to stop her most needful thing to do, she continued whizzing--opening her legs as Jason seemed to be curious.\par \tab After a good pee, Mary Anne stood, raising her dress and allowing Jason a \ldblquote real good look.\rdblquote The boy seemed \ldblquote anxious\rdblquote , rubbing the heel of his hand into his groin. Mary Anne knew why, she smiled, blushed, and \ldblquote helped him out.\rdblquote\par \tab She soon \ldblquote helped him out of his clothes.\rdblquote She herself stripped down to her Birthday Suit and laying right there on her mauve cotton full length dress, Jason nailed her.\par \tab She clutched the boy\rquote s ass and they commenced to a steady bout of doing the horizontal bop. For several minutes. The boy was too young to cum, but not too young to know that what he was doing was a marvelous thing, a thing he wanted to do on a repeating basis.\par \tab Mary Anne sucked him and got him to suck her budding teenage breasts--all unaware that she had been observed\'85\page\tab Logan. Logan--Logan--Logan. He feared everyday getting caught, or someone ratting him out. He WAS a nice boy, a nice looking boy. And in a pinch he would help out anyone he could. Usually that meant watching some young\rquote uns(s). He didn\rquote t mind. But as he \ldblquote came of age\rdblquote there were problems. Problems with watching little ones run amok butt bare assed naked, having to bath a little one, change a little one\rquote s clothes, help dress, etc. \par \tab He had never considered himself a pervert, not in the general since. He liked girls, girls his age. He liked Hollywood stars, music stars, some teachers, and some members of his own family. \par \tab But when coming of age, to the time of when his cock got hard at the breath of a wind, when a girl of ANY age showed her panties in any fashion, when a pretty girl of any age giggled, got within his viewing range, brushed up against him--his cock fired up and drove him to seek privacy.\par \tab He had presence of mind to realize that doing anything with a girl in his charge would get him into deep shit, he held off his wild desires and did nothing. Nothing until he came into being in charge of Melody Sue Harris. Melody was nigh but 3 years young--and blind.\par \tab Her parents both desperately needed a night out and the B\rquote 7 Girls were all booked up. Logan Matthews to the rescue!\par \tab He played with the child, child games. He fed her and then bathed her \rquote fore putting her to bed. It was during that \ldblquote bathing\rdblquote part that got him. Butt bare assed naked she was. Logan washed her up well and as he got to her little delicate cunny, his cock suddenly sprang to life.\par \tab This was not good. This was not right. Many--many times he had slyly fondled a little girl--at family reunions. He had ALWAYS snuck a look at a girl when he could, watched little girls out in the woods peeing. When little girls of the family or neighborhood ran amok butt bare assed naked, Loga was there to take a LONG look. Then spent the next half hour in the bathroom jerking off and reliving the moment.\par \tab After bathing the child he dried her off and then whisked her off to her bed. He read to her, keeping her naked. He soon stripped off his own clothes and got the child to handle him. She had no idea, she was oblivious. He read to her, kissed her, tickled her, and soon found himself rubbing his schlong up against her virgin cunny.\par \tab He soon spilled his load on her and felt very relieved. He felt emotionally horrible for the hellish deed, but sexually relieved just the same. He came hard and diddled his fingers (and cock) in the spillage.\par \tab The little girl was unawares and he soon found himself straddling her chest and goading the girl to suck his cum laden cock.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t the last time for Logan Matthews, he went on from Melody to other girls, they were all under five years and oblivious to the shenanigans of their sitter. Surely he wanted to have a shag with a girl his own age, but most of the girls going to his school weren\rquote t sluts, they didn\rquote t put out. He was sure that there was probably some girls who did--but he didn\rquote t know any.\par \tab He liked the girls of the B\rquote 7 Club, they were cute, damn cute. He imagined strongly every one of them naked; showering, sitting on the toilet, changing clothes, prancing about their rooms in their panties, masturbating, and so on.\par \tab He figured that all of the girls were probably virgins.\par \tab And he would be WRONG!\par \tab After seeing Mary Anne with the little boy Jason, Logan made it a point to score with Mary Anne.\par \par \tab Mallory. There\rquote s precocious and then there\rquote s--Mallory Trickle.\par \tab Outgoing, inventive, adventurous, usually 100% happy-go-lucky, a little na\'efve about most things, highly curious, pesky. But she was a joy to be around, she was illuminative, very friendly, and when she discovered how much more happy she could be simply by fingering her most holy of holies--well, she was insatiable.\par \tab Fingerbanging became an art form. She soon sought out many other ways to \ldblquote please\rdblquote herself. She wanted to ask her B\rquote 7 Club members about the \ldblquote act\rdblquote but thought against it. She deemed that it was indeed a most personal and private thing to do.\par \tab She found the bed post on her Victorian style bed to be pleasing, she even attempted to sodomize herself , sliding down on the post to the first burl ring. She found riding horses and sitting on the washer during spin cycle incredibly gratifying!\par \tab Then she found the most incredible item of all. It was long, it was hard, it was thick, it was a shade of black and white mixed, had a nut sac (minus the pubes). She was no dummy, she was wise enough to know that it was a \ldblquote man thing.\rdblquote she baby sat for little boys and knew. She had had the \ldblquote talk\rdblquote with her parents and knew. She had seen teen boys out in the woods nearby peeing and jerking off--and knew.\par \tab What exactly the \ldblquote object\rdblquote she had in her hands was not known to her, but it was a wondrous thing. Thick and very lifelike. Somebody\rquote s loss was her gain. While walking thru the park she needed to make use of the single bathroom provided. After washing her hands she took note of the object wrapped in toilet paper and other wrappings cast off in the trash bin.\par \tab No one was about. She saw only the nut sac exposed and her interest was keenly piqued. She stared at it in her hands for several minutes, then was disrupted by someone coming in. She quickly stuffed the object (dildo) into her shirt and hustled out the door. \par \tab She didn\rquote t stop \ldblquote hustling\rdblquote until home.\par \tab Once home she entered into her bedroom and locked the door.\par \tab The dildo she now could closely scrutinize. It didn\rquote t take long for her to realize the amazing potential of the item--including where it was supposed to go and what it was used for.\par \tab Quickly she shucked her clothes and rubbed the manly cock against her red haired cunny. Then she spanked herself with it before trying to cram it up her bung hole.\par \tab It didn\rquote t fit. It need a little lube.\par \tab Before dashing across the hall to the bathroom she used to fetch said lubrication, she continued scrutinizing the object, fondling the balls and masturbating it.\par \tab It was clearly eight inches long, her hand barely fit around the shaft. She wondered if the cock was in similar fashion to a boy\rquote s real cock. She thought probably not at length, it was probably more befitting of a real man, like her father, uncle, teachers, adults.\par \tab She soon found herself drawn to the cock, to the point of bring her young pre-teen lips to the tip of the phallic and kissing it. There was a life-like piss slit to flick her tongue to, and so she did. She soon found herself stroking the wondrous object and sucking on the head.\par \tab This only prompted her to lay out on her bed and spank her pussy and try to force the cock head into her cunt. It was a no go, the angle-of-the-dangle wasn\rquote t apropos. But she tried just the same. She found simple humping the cock against her cunny was pleasing enough, but couldn\rquote t imagine what it would really feel like fucking her!\par \par \tab Cheri. There were three African-American families in the small suburb outside of the New Mexico city, Cheri was from one of them. The other black family that lived just down the street from her home schooled their children and the other family had high school aged children.\page\tab Cheri was outgoing, in the respect that she was a dancer. She had the moves and the desire. She grooved to everything except rap music. A lovely girl, and though she was twelve--her breasts weren\rquote t. She was the \ldblquote late bloomer.\rdblquote It didn\rquote t deter her or put her off, her ass was widening out and was the object of many a young boy\rquote s dreams. Her smile was infectious, her ability to rally support for just causes assailed her as a very popular 6\super th\nosupersub grader.\par \tab And though she had the attention of 7\super th\nosupersub & 8\super th\nosupersub grade boys at her middle school, HER attention was to some incredibly handsome 5\super th\nosupersub grade boys. The attention went so far as to meet secretly in the woods. There was an old abandoned quarry site that Cheri had come to find, it was here many teens from the high school came to--to smoke, smoke marijuana, and get jiggy with it!\par \tab Cheri watched.\par \tab Cheri found some boys from her school she knew and boys from the local elementary school also \ldblquote watching.\rdblquote Cheri spied on the boys as they schlepped their schlongs, beating off and in a dire need of substance. Cheri often found her cunny very moist and excited. Simple finger didn\rquote t help, although it did sometimes.\par \tab At length she came to be \ldblquote friendly\rdblquote with the peekers. Encountering them in the park and playing Frisbee with them, going to the local malt shoppe, segueing into letting them know about the quarry site and the high schoolers.\par \tab The boys already knew. She knew that they knew. Now they knew that she knew. So with they be knowing, they all went spying. As they drew closer one Saturday afternoon, the group grew quiet. It was a safe bet that they would see the high school kids naked and fucking. Many of the girls gave open BJs, assumed the \ldblquote doggie-style\rdblquote position, laid on top of the boy, and 69ed.\par \tab There were, too, threesomes and foursomes. Girls doing cunt sucks to one another, spanking and \ldblquote water sports.\rdblquote (no guys were seen doing anything with one another.)\par \tab And true to form there were as many as five couples, butt naked, scattered all about the small quarry, fucking-sucking-spanking-more sucking. Cheri and her four boy entourage watched. Cheri so noted the boys with her in various stages of duress, rubbing themselves, excess sweating, eyes bulging, cocks bulging.\par \tab Cheri herself was--was--was--horny.\page\tab The boys with her were from ten to twelve. She didn\rquote t believe they were old enough to get her into trouble. And she was most curious about the whole ordeal, er, that is to say to romp like the high school kids she saw before her.\par \tab The kids slowly moved out of the area and made tracks to a more secluded locale. One of the boys led the way, he knew of a secret pond. Cheri was new to the area and had only become a junior member to the B\rquote 7 club just recently. She was game to accompany the boys.\par \tab Once at the pond the oldest boy of the group was the most daring. A sandy brown haired fart with freckles and long hair almost concealing his brown eyes. He didn\rquote t exactly fit the persona of a suburbanite, more of a inner city youth. He shucked his clothes, including undies, and leaped into the pond. \par \tab\ldblquote Dude!\rdblquote bitched one of the other boys. \par \tab\ldblquote Dude\rdblquote shrugged, wiped the water from his face and bounced in the six foot deep pristine water. \ldblquote What\rquote s the diff?\rdblquote he sputtered back, \ldblquote It ain\rquote t like she ain\rquote t seen some one nude!\rdblquote \par \tab Which was correct, she (Cheri) had already been exposed to the high school kids butt bare assed naked, fucking, sucking, etc., etc. The other boys realized this was true, but still--they were just being nice for Cheri\rquote s sake.\par \tab\ldblquote Well?\rdblquote bitched the boy in the pond. He splashed water onto the small shore and disappeared under the surface, then resurfaced by a log at the opposite end. His nude body could just be seen misshapen in the crystal clear waters. None of the others on the shore made a move, although they apparently wanted to.\par \tab Cheri held her pose a moment, sucked in her breath and before the standing still clothed boys\rquote eyes she began stripping. Simple jeans and a top, purple panties. She kept her panties on for a moment, thought about it, then sucked them down at the last moment.\par \tab The boys still standing fully clothes stood in absolute awe. Twelve year old Cheri was butt bare assed nude and barrel jumped into the pond.\par \par \tab She saw clouds drifting by, a hawk or some other big bird, several birds, and the rays of the sunshine through the leaves of the tall trees surrounding her. She lay on the warm sand of the pond, holding her own legs back as Chris, Mack, Shawn, and David boned her. Chris was the oldest and most rugged, and most experienced. He had a few scars that piqued Cheri\rquote s interests, his companions, too. No one asked and he didn\rquote t volunteer. But there were welts old and new on his backside and ass flesh. \par \tab Chris was the first to \ldblquote enter\rdblquote Cheri\rquote s virgin cunny. There was plenty of displeasure at the onset, it segued into tolerable pleasure, then returned to discomforting sensations. \par \tab There was the \ldblquote blood\rdblquote from the broken \ldblquote cherry\rdblquote to contend with, too. But Chris assured her that it was normal. It took a moment for Cheri to accept that, it WASN\rquote T normal, not by a longshot. She thought she was having her period. Chris, though, seemed more experienced than he let on. \par \tab\ldblquote It happens to all girls their first time. It won\rquote t happen after this.\rdblquote he washed his bloodied cock off in the water and used some sand, too. Cheri washed off and frigged her box, she hadn\rquote t seen any of the teen girls with bloodied pussies--but then again, it wasn\rquote t THEIR first time.\par \tab Chris continued to reassure her that the more she spread her legs the better it would be. Cheri was a little more wise than that, in the respect that she knew that the boys simply wanted to fuck her for THEIR pleasure. But if she could get some pleasure out of it herself--well, so be it.\par \tab She laid out on the warm sand and opened her legs for the remaining boys. Repeatedly. And Chris put her in the infamous doggie-style position and broke in her super tight bung hole. David, at ten years young, doggie-styled her, too, but entered her pussy instead--while Cheri sucked off on Shawn\rquote s schlong.\par \par \tab And now we have---Kristy.\par \tab The illustrious leader. The tomboy. The girl with big ideas, a pleasing body, and a zest for tempting fate. At this juncture August found two noteworthy epics in the young teen\rquote s life. First up; hospital duty. Kristy and her fellow Clubbers volunteered at the local community hospital--bringing smiles, flowers, and \ldblquote sunshine\rdblquote to the patients. They worked the children\rquote s wing primarily--natch.\par \tab One particular afternoon Kristy came to know eleven year old William Riles. A sandy haired fellow who was not overly in a happy mood, a sad lad and wheelchair bound. \par \tab No matter what Kristy tried, the lad refused to get happy or join in on the various festivities for the kiddie ward. It bothered Kristy, her heart yearned to make him a part of the group. She soon learned that the boy had had a couple of major surgeries and broken bones as a result of a bad fall while hiking. His parents worked in the city and worked virtually all the time to pay the hospital bills--so they seldom were able to come to the small community hospital to see him.\par \tab This only made it Kristy\rquote s destiny to bring the boy on board.\par \tab She made small talk with the boy, discovering that he did indeed like baseball. It was a common topic and did manage to bring a smile to the boy\rquote s face, Kristy was very knowledgeable about pro baseball players and teams. The boy\rquote s stay at the hospital wasn\rquote t due to be a long one and he would soon be released to go back home, and he was sad at that, too. It was the height of baseball season and he wanted to play ball so badly, but he was down two strikes all ready: he would have to mend up and probably miss the rest of the season, and Two he didn\rquote t even have a baseball mitt.\par \tab Kristy did. A brand new one. One that she paid half herself while her mother invested the other half for her birthday. Kristy loved the mitt, it was autographed and fit her hand perfectly. She had only used it a couple of times and was hardly broken in.\par \tab She gave it to William.\par \tab He cried.\par \tab Kristy cried.\par \tab And then they went for a walk, Kristy pushing him in his wheelchair.\par \par \tab The park was right across from the hospital. They went there. They tossed a baseball back and forth and Will was still emotional over the selfless gift. Kristy hoped that in sharing her story with her mother her mother just might forgive and get her another mitt.\par \tab But even if she didn\rquote t, that was alright, she had her back up mitt and that was okay, it was well used was all. Just to make the boy happy and not so sad was the best gift of all.\par \tab Okay, enough of that\'85\par \tab From tossing the ball to roaming about the great park and coming out to the edge of the park to the edge of the woods. They saw squirrels, chipmunks, and other assorted woodsy critters. Kristy told him of a special place she went to have thoughts and think things out, to be alone. It was here where she often saw beavers and deer come to the pond and drink.\par \tab William was game.\par \tab The going was a little rough, the woods were not wheelchair compliant.\par \tab But at length they came to the pond, not the same pond Cheri was familiar with. Here there was near absolute seclusion. Incredibly tranquil and peaceful. No deer showed up, but one beaver and several squirrels. A blue jay and an owl were spotted. William was most elated.\par \tab And then\'85\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, Kristy?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, I kinda gotta go.\rdblquote\par \tab Kristy looked to her watch, it was 3:30. She didn\rquote t get it.\par \tab\ldblquote No, not that.\rdblquote William said, there was some agony on his young face and by his body mannerisms, Kristy knew.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh!\rdblquote she exclaimed. She licked her lips and gulped. It was a LONG ways back to the park, she knew she could probably get him to the bathroom, but could he manage it? The hospital was even further, but there were bathrooms there more capable of his needs, along with nurses.\par \tab\ldblquote I gotta go NOW!\rdblquote he complained and he began making efforts to sit up. Kristy helped him, the wheels of his chair were locked tight so it didn\rquote t move. The boy stood up on trembling legs, breathing hard as he struggled and struggled to fend back the flood in his bladder.\par \tab\lquote You shoulda gone before we left.\rquote complained Kristy to herself.\par \tab Kristy helped stand the boy up on his feet, he looked nervously around and Kristy hoped that he didn\rquote t need to do the Number Two. But she saw him gouge his groin and appear in great distress. He took a step and nearly fell. Kristy grabbed him and held him fast.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh man!\rdblquote he bitched. He looked down, Kristy looked down, at that fleeting moment of almost falling he had lost control of holding back the flood, a bit of \ldblquote wetness\rdblquote had come to his jeans. Luckily they were the black Levi jean type, but still, if they could see the wetness so could anyone else.\par \tab William looked hopeful into Kristy\rquote s eyes.\par \tab Kristy chewed her lip, thought, thought some more, and looked around.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay, I think you\rquote re going to have to \ldblquote go\rdblquote here.\rdblquote she said. \par \tab William gulped and nodded that he was okay with that. Walking off to a bush or nearby tree wasn\rquote t going to happen. He stood turning to one side, back somewhat into Kristy, Kristy\rquote s hands on his hips. He unzipped and fished out his willy. Seconds later (almost immediately) there was release. He moved his hand up and down his young pecker and pissed up a storm. He pinched back the need to fart, that would be bad, Kristy was right behind him.\par \tab\ldblquote You doing okay?\rdblquote Kristy asked.\par \tab The need to fart pressed on him, but he managed. He nodded and then did the customary \ldblquote shake.\rdblquote but instead of immediately stuffing the schlong back into his undies, he let it dangle. It was not a gesture \ldblquote just because\rdblquote of Kristy\rquote s presence, but he was lost in thought.\par \tab Kristy rested her head against his shoulder/back, lost in thought herself. There was a pesky contemplation she was contemplating. She pursed her lips and waited. And waited. And waited some more. She played out the \ldblquote scenes\rdblquote in her mind, contemplated a little more, then\'85\par \tab Willie was a might surprised when suddenly Kristy\rquote s hand came about his waist. His head reared up as he looked down and watched in awe as Kristy gripped his tallywhacker. He wasn\rquote t opposed, just somewhat shocked and alarmed.\par \tab Kristy gripped the young pecker, squeezed the shaft and then worked it, masturbating it for a few seconds, then working her hand inside his undies and fishing out his testicles. He had a light covering of pubes. Kristy clutched at the nut sac and fondle-fondle-fondle.\par \tab It didn\rquote t take long before Willie\rquote s willie became stiff. The boy chewed on his lip and stared, August didn\rquote t have any insight on the boy so he didn\rquote t know his side of the story. Was he a prolific masturbator, a bed humper, naughty in any way, anything at all in regards to his cock!? August didn\rquote t know, he could only get the info from Kristy\rquote s mind as to what she saw and could interpret. \par \tab After a moment of working William\rquote s cock Kristy shook her head to clear it, sat back and licked her lips, hands to her self. William didn\rquote t know what to do, he stood as he had, back to the odd teen. Did he dare turn about and face her, with his dick standing out?\par \tab Kristy rubbed her nose, thought very hard and then stood, she rubbed her butt and then sashayed to one side--keeping in full view of her charge. She wore powder blue (turquoise) jeans. She undone the snap and got the full attention of William.\par \tab Methodically he began masturbating himself, eyes fastened on Kristy\rquote s hands as she began working her jeans down. White undies with purple grapes all over them. A nice muff, William had never seen a girl in her undies, his cock was becoming stiffer and stiffer, mouth hanging agape, eyes bulging. Kristy eased her panties down and then squatted.\par \tab A steady stream of urine began to issue from her furry snatch. She blew a fart as well. She held back the gist of the flood, looking at William as he looked at her. She tried to convey to him the \ldblquote look\rdblquote , the \ldblquote get yer ass over here if you wanna see me pee!\rdblquote\par \tab It worked. He held onto the wheel chair and took a few feeble steps, clung to a sapling and then was held by Kristy\rquote s up stretched arms. Kristy then began releasing the rest of her urine and Willie\rquote s willie stood out right before her.\par \tab She paused only a moment and then wrapped her lips about his prong and sucked him.\page\tab Willie was close to cumming, she was sure of it. She felt his cock surge and could already taste his slick pre-cum. She sucked the shaft and gobbled the virtually hairless testicles. Down came his jeans and underwear, caressed his ass and continued sucking him.\par \tab She had pissed her fill and came to rest on her knees, working the boy\rquote s shirt off as well. When finally the boy began to spurt she drained him, clutching his young tender ass and squeezing until he filled her mouth with his juices. Kristy swallowed his juices, making some slurping satisfying sounds as she did so, then rubbing the cock against her face before shooting the absolute remaining cum onto her throat.\par \tab William was speechless.\par \tab Kristy removed her top and bra and let the boy ogle her. She then took his hands and had him fondle her breasts. He was pulled down to his knees and she kissed him, began refondling his cock and taking the boy\rquote s fingers down to her cunny and having him finger her.\par \tab William also caressed her ass before the next step.\par \tab The next step was total nudity.\par \tab Kristy helped the boy out of his clothes and then she had him--help her out of hers. He seemed very occupied with her panties, as well as her pussy. Avoiding the pee puddle she laid out in the clover and drew the nude eleven year old onto her nude body. She got him to begin suckling her breasts while she worked his worked up cock into her quaking quim.\par \tab Natural instinct took over for the virgin boy and he commenced to pump. Kristy pumped, too. The two made love for several minutes before succumbing to that most wondrous of wonders--blissful orgasm.\par \tab There was a repeat after a brief rest. Kristy resucked the boy and she got him to lick her cum laden cunt. When 4:30 rolled around it was time to boogy and get back to the hospital before the Head Nurse called out the Marines.\par \tab Willie would never be the same.\par \tab There\rquote s more, my readers--much--much more.\par \tab \par \tab\par \par \tab\par \par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }