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Book 3\par
Sidetrips\par
Chapter 16\par
Whoops, I Did It Again!\par
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\tab\i0 His eyes fell on the Sheriff\rquote s car as it hit the road running, lights and siren booking down the main road at full blast.  Chris breathed slowly, mulling over his deed, shaking his head and contemplating.  Someone had found the girl, or she had come around and freaked out.\par
\tab After cumming off into her pussy and resting a bit, he sat back on his heels and then peed on her fresh fucked cunny.  He then lay on her again, sucking on her titties, kissing her, fingering out her pussy before rolling her over.  He had fondled her super fine ass before spanking her flesh.  Parting her cheeks he had closely examined her hole before poking it with his finger, then his tongue, and lastly his cock!\par
\tab He spanked her some more after humping her hole, filling it with his juices.  It was sooooooooooo incredibly unbelievable he could hardly stand it.  He smacked her ass, humped it, then straddled her chest and forced her to suck him!\par
\tab He had left her where he had nailed her, dressed and slinked off into town.  Once there he met up with some of his friends at the local malt shoppe.  No one else paid much attention to the Sheriff\rquote s car hauling ass out of town.  Someone, though, blurted, \ldblquote Busted!\rdblquote  Chris had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.\par
\tab After being annoyed by his friends Chris ditched them and found himself slinking behind the minimall stores.  He kicked some boxes and trash, peeked into some dumpsters to see if there was anything good to scavenge.  It was then he spotted a young girl, wandering around sniveling somewhat.\par
\tab Chris approached you, \ldblquote You okay, you lost?\rdblquote\par
\tab The young child looked up, she was a cutey, a real cutey.  Chris knelt before her and wiped away her tears.  He offered her a friendly smile and the child of under ten smiled back.\page\tab He guided the child over to the big pile of accumulated broken down boxes and three well positioned dumpsters.  Here on his knees he hugged the girl, patting her backside and then copping a feel of her ass.  The child wore a short skirt, very short.  One of those kiddie denim things.  \par
\tab Chris looked around, gulped, licked his lips and then--slipped his hand under the short skirt and fondle-fondle-fondle!  Which only led to lower the undies, too.\par
\tab When the girl protested he pushed her down onto the slick cardboard boxes and stuffed her mouth with the horse girl\rquote s panties.  He then locked the child\rquote s ankles together, lifting her legs and looking at her nakedness.\par
\tab His cock was busting out of his pants.\par
\tab Holding her still he went down on her, her pussy reeked of pee.  Chris didn\rquote t care.  He licked her young hairless cunny hard, driving his tongue into her, sucking fully on her innocent pussy, shoving his finger into her asshole and sodomizing her until he had to free his cock.\par
\tab With his cock free he pressed it against the child\rquote s cunny and humped her.  When he began to cum he saved some to shoot onto the girl\rquote s face, he ejaculated until he was emptied, turning the girl over and poking her very virgin hole until he was indeed fudge packing her.\par
\tab He moved on, after showering the child with some pee.\par
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\tab In actuality, Chris didn\rquote t really prefer little girls, not a whole lot of fun.  Some, but not a whole lot.  So he upgraded, just by a couple of years.  After leaving the minimall back area, hopping over a fence and cutting across some vacant land, he spotted a girl skating on a small bike path.\par
\tab She was alone.  She wore a tube top/halter/sport\rquote s bra type thing, small busted, great ass.  She wore enticing black shorts.  Her auburn hair blew all about in the air as she hurtled along at near break-neck speeds.\par
\tab\'85which she nearly done as Chris suddenly bolted up out of the debris piled at the end of the vacant lot and tackled her.  His momentum, and hers, propelled them over the side of the bike path into the tall grass and weeds beyond.  There was no one else about and the timing was perfect.\par
\tab Chris used all of his weight to hold the girl down, she was a little disorientated and had bumped her head on broken concrete.  Quickly Chris wrestled with stripping off the pre-teen\rquote s halter top.  Bare naked titties greeted him.  He mawed them, squeezed the young fleshy mounds, squeezing the nipples before moving down ripping the tight snug fitting nylon bike short down.\par
\tab She wore bright yellow nylon panties.\par
\tab Chris took them and added them to his growing collection, already he had the horse rider girl\rquote s panties as well as the little girl from behind the mini mall.  Now he added one more.\par
\tab With the girl naked, he laid his organ against her light brown pubes, rested his body fully on her and planted his mouth onto hers.  He held her hands firmly but she was having none of that and tried bucking him.  Chris forced himself, wrestling with her, he had a little more weight on her and she was already tired out from her skating.\par
\tab It was just her adrenaline that carried her for a few intense moments, that was okay for Chris, it charged him up and he buried his cock into her pussy for a quick and decisive fuck.\par
\tab He spanked her, too.  Rolling her over, clamping her hands and wailing on her ass until it was searing; then he pushed his cock into her glory hole and fucked her until he got dizzy.  The heat from her seared ass intensified him, he diddled her cummy cunt, tweaked her nipples, and continued spanking her.\par
\tab After shooting his load and sitting back in amazement, watching as her asshole closed back to normal, pushing out his jizum, Chris moved to her face and made her suck his soiled schlong.\par
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\tab By the canal that was unused and without water, choked with weeds, cluttered with city debris, Chris set his eyes upon someone else.  A boy.  A boy who was peeing on an old washing machine.  Something stirred in Chris, mostly his aching never satisfied cock.  \par
\tab Slowly he snuck up on the boy, \ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  he blurted out.  The boy whirled around quickly.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What the hell you think you\rquote re doing peeing out here!\rdblquote  Chris asked angrily.  The boy was stunned and tried to return his penis back where it belonged.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bullshit!\rdblquote  Chris bellowed, \ldblquote Too late now, yer busted.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy looked as if he were about to bolt.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m the Canal Police.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy busted looked horrified.\par
\tab\ldblquote I have to take you to the Sheriff.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy in question was petrified.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll have to call your folks, you\rquote ll spend a night in the county jail and see the judge--\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy began to cry, cringe and seriously look for a way out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, maybe I can cut you a deal.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Anything, dude, I got some birthday money!\rdblquote  he dug into his pockets and pulled out some wadded and folded bills.\par
\tab\ldblquote Naw, keep it.\rdblquote  Chris had another idea.\par
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\tab The boy wasn\rquote t 100% in agreement with the Canal Officer\rquote s doings, but it beat having to go to jail and face his father.  The boy stood secluded and well hidden from sight in among a large pile of torn up city sidewalk concrete slabs--with his pants and underwear down at his ankles.\par
\tab Chris promised that if could land a few swats he would call it good and let the boy go.  Nervously and very timidly (if not stupidly) the boy agreed.  Chris\rquote  erection grew more and more.  And moreso when he pressed the boy up against him and landed the swats.  Surreptitiously he humped against the boy.\par
\tab After a few swats, warming up the boy\rquote s ass and sending the youngster into a slight tizzy, Chris knelt down before him, holding him at his bare hips, caressing his warmed ass.\par
\tab His eyes fell upon the boy\rquote s dong hanging down, shriveled up.  Just a few pubes were coming out, the lad was a ways away from maturity.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna see mine?\rdblquote  Chris said with a slight smile.  The boy was confused and rubbed his burning butt.  He shrugged and tried very hard not to cry.\par
\tab Chris whipped his dick out, then tugged down his clothing and revealed to the young youngster his wares.  The blond haired boy of ten stared at the mammoth cock, \ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote  he uttered.\par
\tab Chris reached out and stroked the boy\rquote s cock.  \ldblquote Don\rquote t worry, your\rquote s will be like that, too; but, you gotta start working it now or it won\rquote t grow at all!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Work it?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh yeah, like this.\rdblquote  and Chris proceeded to show him the technique of circle jerking, spanking the monkey, beatin\rquote  the meat, flogging the dog, choking\rquote  the chickin, humping the log\'85\par
\tab The boy did so but couldn\rquote t quite get a stiffy.\par
\tab Chris once more helped out\'85\par
\tab It helped, too, that the boy was na\'efve.  Just a scooch.  Chris engulfed the boy\rquote s cock, sucking him to the base and then popping in the lad\rquote s hairless nads.  The boy squirmed some and didn\rquote t know how to react.  He did, though, get a \ldblquote stiffy.\rdblquote\page\tab Getting the tyke to do likewise unto Chris was another story, though; the boy wasn\rquote t budging.  He didn\rquote t mind \ldblquote receiving\rdblquote  but the mere thought of \ldblquote giving\rdblquote  was kinda appalling.\par
\tab So Chris pulled off his belt and threatened the boy with serious bodily harm.  Gulping, cringing, crying, the once shy na\'efve boy pressed his trembling lips to the fully erect and highly engorged cock head.  Chris placed his hand behind the boy\rquote s head and pushed!\par
\tab The boy flailed about and tried to back off from the distasteful cock in his mouth.  Chris would have none of that and wrestled with the boy, shaking him, slapping, and belt spanking him on the side of his bare ass.\par
\tab The boy was pretty more willing.\par
\tab But now Chris was in the mood for something else.\par
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\tab One, two, three, five\'85\par
\tab Eight, nine--nine hoboes.  There were nine hoboes on the westbound late afternoon train.  Three were just sitting in the open door of a boxcar, the others scattered all over the lumber and pipe cars.  The train kicked up speed as it left the small farming town and soon the 200-plus train car was but a memory.\par
\tab Chris crossed the tracks and then moseyed over to the weir.  Behind the wooden blocks was a makeshift pond where jillions of carp (goldfish) swam merrily about.  In the semi murky waters he spotted something of interest.  He looked about, saw no one, stripped off his clothes and waded ass deep into the refreshing waters.\par
\tab He needed it, his cock for sure.  He reached down into the muck and pulled from what he had spotted:  a bottle.  A long neck bottle.  Washing it off a little he eased back out of the water and into the reeds, assuring that no one--NO ONE could see him.  It was then a simple matter of \ldblquote insertion!\rdblquote\par
\tab While he did so infacto sodomize himself, he heard once more the wail of the Sheriff\rquote s car.  Had the boy been found, had the boy \ldblquote woken\rdblquote  up and crawled out of the canal?  After making the boy suck him (again) he coaxed the boy to \ldblquote fuck him\rdblquote  in the ass.  The boy\rquote s dinky wasn\rquote t quite up to strength for the penetration, so he made the boy use his finger and then kiss his asshole.\par
\tab When the boy once more got uppity and tried to bolt, Chris tackled him and pinning him down over some broken concrete wailed on him with the belt.  When the boy lost consciousness, Chris tongued his dirt chute, fingered it, sodomized it with a broken piece of rebar (from the concrete) and then sodomized the lad properly.\par
\tab Chris grunted as he slid the bottle neck into his asshole, he spanked himself and wished his sweet sister were sucking on his cock.  With the bottle most of the way into his asshole, he began hand jobbing his cock, the taste of the boy\rquote s cock in his mouth filled his mind, it wasn\rquote t that bad.  He liked the taste of pussy, any age; and the taste of the ten year old\rquote s dong was pretty all right, too!\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t as much pleasure from the bottle up his ass, he dressed and moved on.\par
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\tab A pair of ten year olds came nextly.  They were already naked and already in the groove of fucking one another.  They had been fishing in the small stream that fed a meadow pond.  They were way out in the open, in the middle of the meadow area.  Rolling hills to one side, a thick forest on the other, open ended on the north and south ends.\par
\tab After a small string of fish had been landed, the boys took to skinny dipping, which led to circle jerking and then circle jerking one another.  Chris watched as they fondled one another, pressed their nude well tanned bodies together and gripped one another\rquote s ass.  \par
\tab One boy turned about, bent over, hands to his knees.  One hand pulling a cheek open; the other boy stepped up with a generous erection and implanted it into his friend.  He then grabbed his friend\rquote s hips and humped madly until he either came off or had worn his cock out.\par
\tab The other boy stood up, spanked his own butt, then turned and turned his friend around.  Both boys were giggling and laughing.  The boy whose ass had just been fucked got to his knees and did so infacto place his face into his friend\rquote s acc crack.  Chris could only imagine what was going on.\par
\tab It made him hard.  He slipped out of his clothes and approached.\par
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\tab The \ldblquote taste\rdblquote  of the boys\rquote  cock in his mouth lingered.  He couldn\rquote t get enough, he had sucked--and sucked--and sucked.  He sucked on their balls until it was thought he was going to suck the nuggets right off of their young bodies.  Hickies he applied to their nipples, then to their butt cheeks.  He did so himself rim job their winking assholes--applying tongue, then finger, then cock.\par
\tab They also did him, sucking and fucking.  The sucking was okay, but the butt fucking left a little to be desired.  Just a little, though.  The feeling of cock slamming into his corn hole was pretty good.  It was different, much different, than slamming his own hole with bottle and broomsticks.\page\tab He watched the boys butt fuck and suck one another, he spanked them and they spanked him.  He loved it and made plans to meet with them at the same spot as often as possible.\par
\tab The day was getting on, he had to scurry home.\par
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Sex Ed 101\par
\tab To say the least his balls were about ready to explode.  Daphne Kimberlake was one of the prettiest bitches he had ever known.  She was a little stuck up, prissy, trendy, uppity, and all that and more.  She was also an honor student, cute, damn cute, and a cheerleader.\par
\tab Five of the cheerleaders on the junior high squad were the cutest girls in the whole school.  Other girls were a close second, some fell into third while the remainder fell into the category of \ldblquote Two Bagger.\rdblquote   self explanatory.\par
\tab (and some were noted to be Three Bagger girls, one for your self in case the two bags the Girl wore fell off!)\par
\tab Anyways, Chris had it bad for Daphne.  Daphne, Rachel, Raylynn, Hanna, and Denise.  It was those short skirts, tight fitting sweaters, bouncy hair, the way they walked, talked, farted, and flirted.  Everything, everything about them put them above the \ldblquote remainder\rdblquote  girls.  \par
\tab The \ldblquote remainder\rdblquote  girls had good qualities, too; tight jeans, summer dresses, short skirts, walking shorts, Daisy Dukes.  But none sent him like the Cheerleader Five.  A few of the \ldblquote remainder\rdblquote  girls did, but not many.  Those girls had \ldblquote subtleties\rdblquote  to them, shyness, a blend of cute and personality that was a draw for the ultra horn dog Chris.\par
\tab He could scarcely breath (or think or do anything) when the Cheerleader Five pranced out to the field to do their thing.  They did backflips, twists, jumps, and splits.  They swished, twisted, leaped, and were held high in the air by their comrades.  Chris wished he could get close to \ldblquote look up\rdblquote  to see the girls\rquote  underwear--if not more.\par
\tab His obsession with the C-5 led him to become a \ldblquote stalker.\rdblquote   just following the girls, observing what they did, when, where, etc.  This led him to discover the girls\rquote  doing inappropriate things.  Raylynn he noted sneaking to the back door of the auditorium.  Here at the Stage Door entrance she tapped lightly on the door.  Opening it was Mr. Mackey, the junior high drama coach.\page\tab Chris found himself peering up from behind a large bin that contain actor\rquote s clothes.  It was mostly dark in the back area of the junior high theatre, no one was about--save for Raylynn and Mackey.  Raylynn, clad in her frilly white with red trim cheerleader outfit bent over a counter, her skirt hiked up, her underwear at her ankles.  Behind her Shakespearean actor Mackey drove his face between her cheeks.  Chris quietly whacked off.\par
\tab Soon Mackey was doing likewise, \rquote cept he was standing with his cock buried into Raylynn\rquote s ass--although he could have been in her pussy, too.  Raylynn made faces, clamped her hands to the counter, her young fourteen year old face grinding against the smoothed wooden counter top as she was ploughed from behind.\par
\tab Mr. Mackey pulled out of Raylynn and smacked her ass with his saucey cock, he then plunged back into and completed the deed of fucking her.  He let out a mighty moan of pleasure, caressed the girl\rquote s ass, smacked it, reached around her and diddled her pussy, fondled her breasts, etc.\par
\tab Raylynn stood up.  Mackey hefted her up onto the counter, he then opened her legs and went down on her.  Raylynn pulled off her cheerleader top and removed her bra, too.  Wondrous titties.  Chris maintained his hiding position, jerking off into a costume.\par
\tab Mackey stood, smacking his lips, Raylynn smiled at him and pushed herself forward some, her young ass right at the rim edge of the counter.\par
\tab The phone rang.\par
\tab Mackey at first ignored it, there were more important things to do than answer a fucking phone.  \par
\tab But it rang, and rang, and rang.\par
\tab It was disturbing and the Shakespearean actor held his slacks up and went to answer in an adjacent office-room.  Raylynn rested her shoulders against the counter wall, diddling her pussy, totally naked.\par
\tab Mackey came out and said something Chris couldn\rquote t rightly here, but it was clear that he had to leave, but would be back in five minutes or so.  Raylynn was to stay put.  He kissed her, sucked on a titty and patted her furry fur burger.  He then put his clothes back together and scurried off out the rear door.\par
\tab Chris humped his hand a moment or two more, watching Raylynn finger herself.  Soon the girl turned over and began SPANKING herself.  Chris was insane with desire.\par
\tab He found himself putting on a demon\rquote s costume, complete with cape, and head mask.  The outfit concealed his body and he slinked up stealthfully to the naked cheerleader happily spanking and diddling her asshole. \par
\tab\ldblquote That was quick!\rdblquote  Raylynn smirked as Chris placed his hands onto the girl\rquote s naked ass.  He ran his hands over the cool flesh, parted a cheek and began quickly poking at her backdoor.\par
\tab Raylynn pulled her cheeks open and Chris slid into her.\par
\tab He began pumping, slamming into her hard.  She was up against the counter too tightly and he couldn\rquote t \ldblquote reach around\rdblquote  and finger her pussy, her body compressed to the counter top so he couldn\rquote t cop a feel of her bodacious titties.\par
\tab He wondered if she gave it up to anyone else, like her high school brother or even her own dad!  Chris slammed her, creamed her hole, pulled out and rested a moment, cum squirting out of his schlong.  Raylynn pulled away from the counter and dropped to her knees, \ldblquote Here, let me fix that!\rdblquote  she said in her young voice and she took his gooey member, popping it into her mouth and sucking it!\par
\tab She clutched his egg sac and sucked his cock whole.\par
\tab Chris ran his hands thru her hair, humping her face.\par
\tab Raylynn was good, she sucked the life out of his cock, then replaced it!  She worked him, caressed his ass, squeezed his nuts, then proceeded to try and drain him once more.\par
\tab Chris\rquote  eyes fluttered and he felt the sudden need to pee.  It was like he needed to cum off, but there was the unique feeling of needing to pee, too.  So he did.\par
\tab Raylynn wasn\rquote t too keen on that deal.\par
\tab She spurted the urine splash out, bitching and sputtering.  Chris pissed on her naked chest while she carried on, then he heard the keys in the door ten feet behind him.  Quickly he dashed off towards the stage curtains.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck!?\rdblquote  bitch/yelled the girl.  Chris tossed off the costume and made for one of the Exit doors.  Mackey was close behind him.\par
\tab Outside Chris faded into the crowd of students letting out from a nearby shop class.  Mackey stood at the open door of the auditorium, very pissed off but no clue as to who the perpetrator was.\par
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Sex Ed 102  \tab\par
\tab Handball was a good exercise and Chris had a knack of making repetitive \ldblquote kill shots\rdblquote ; whereas smacking the rubber ball to the wall at such an angle that the opponent was unable to make the return hit.  It was the only game Chris was good at, he didn\rquote t have the strength for football, the coordination for basketball, the stamina for baseball.  He didn\rquote t care for tennis or soccer, either.  So handball it was.\par
\tab After a rigorous game with a fellow student and coach, Chris waited it out by the handball court, until the most of the boys had cleared out from the gym-locker room, he didn\rquote t care for showering with a group of guys.\par
\tab While he waited he smelled something.  He was mostly familiar with it, though he had tried it himself.  Happy smoke. Wacky-tobaccy.  Marijuana.  It was strong, there wasn\rquote t much wind, so the illegal doings was close by.  Chris went on a search.\par
\tab Behind the handball court there was the weight room building, then a large hedge row separating the lower field from the upper field where there was the football and track area.\par
\tab There were actually two rows of oleander bushes, in between the two--well, this was where many students came to fuck and smoke.  Chris found Daphne and Hanna smoking Happy Smoke.  Daphne had her cheerleader sweater open and Hanna was sucking titty!  Both girls were fucked up, smoking a hemp stick each and drinking beer from a thermos!\par
\tab Hanna was the first to go.  Go down.  To the ground.  Passed out.\par
\tab Chris waited.  Daphne giggled and finished her toke, killed off the thermos and fell over Hanna\rquote s body.  Chris listened and looked around, there were some students running track, a coach had a flag football game going, there were 20 minutes left in the class period.  Quickly he moved inward into the bushes.  \par
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\tab He knew that once the girls came around they were going to scream their fool heads off, might as well give them a reason.  It was an easy manner of removing their clothes.  Hanna had pissed in her panties.  Chris was in his glory.  With both girls nude he fingered their pussies, spanked them with their legs locked upward, then laid into them.\par
\tab Were they virgins?  He didn\rquote t know, didn\rquote t care.  He laid on them and humped to his heart\rquote s (cock) content.  He fucked Daphne first, sucking on her titties, driving his bone DEEP into her hot box of pleasure.  He couldn\rquote t spank them too hard lest someone walking by should see.\par
\tab He nailed Hanna in the ass, squirting a nice load therein before showering her with some pee.  He laid the girls out on one another, placing them a 69er (although he was himself oblivious to the fact that that actually had merit.)\par
\tab His cock ached terribly.  He dressed and scooted to the locker room to shower.  Most of the boys had cleared out, but the period was about to end and a new batch of boys were due in.  Quickly he showered and tried to soothe his aching cock, he found that it would die out, it remained very stiff.\par
\tab Wrapped up he was with his aching bone that he didn\rquote t hear the warning bell, the sound that alerted coaches to shuttle the athletic students to the showers before they headed off to other classes.\par
\tab With a raging boner Chris wasn\rquote t about to wander to his locker.  He would just linger all soaped up in the corner area of the open bay shower area.  He figured it was pretty safe as no one really stared at another guy, especially his wanger--lest he wanted to be labled a gay-wad!\par
\tab  Chris DID have a friend, a guy friend.  Harold was his name.  They lived at opposite ends of the town so visiting one another was not to often.  They spent time together at school and at school sponsored events.\par
\tab Chris\rquote  next class was Chemistry.  He was failing it anyways, so he didn\rquote t really plan on going.  Harold had a life science/biology class he wasn\rquote t doing so well in.  Both lads planned on going to Study Hall, though they didn\rquote t really plan on any \ldblquote studying\rdblquote  it was just a place to goof off legally.\par
\tab The new period had begun, Chris and Harold were still \ldblquote showering\rdblquote , they would wait until the new students amscrayed out to the playing fields.  That would take a few minutes to change out of \ldblquote street clothes\rdblquote  into gym wear.  Chris and Harold waited them out.\par
\tab When the locker room was empty, the boys proceeded to leave, they got into the rinsing off their soaped up young teenage bodies, covertly eyeing one another.  Both boys had major boners going.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Goddamn,\rdblquote  spurted Harold, \ldblquote I\rquote m so fucking horny I could fuck a horse!\rdblquote  and Chris wouldn\rquote t put it passed him; one time the two had gotten kind of drunk on some moonshine they had found and Harold humped a cotton bale in the family barn, he then tried to hump the milk cow and finally standing naked on a bale of hay tried to get it with his mare.\par
\tab Chris couldn\rquote t remember if Harold ever did or not, he passed out.\par
\tab Both boys blatantly somewhat noted one another, then watched as they blatantly stroked themselves.  They got into a bit of playing by flopping their cocks, power stroking, and then stepping up a little close they compared their cocks in size and girth.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh God I need to cum!\rdblquote  said Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Me too!\rdblquote  stated Harold.\tab\par
\tab But simple jerking the gherkin wasn\rquote t enough.\par
\tab Knowing that they were alone, the boys handled one another\rquote s organ, which led to ball handling, which led to pressing their bodies to one another, smooching their cocks against one another\rquote s bellies.  Their hands came to one another\rquote s ass, they rubbed, squeezed, and then spanked.\par
\tab This over friendliness led to Chris turning about, bracing against tiled wall of the shower room.  Harold wasted no time in plugging his best friend, once the head of his engorged cock was pressed into Chris\rquote  rim, he placed his hands onto his friend\rquote s hips and penetrated him.\par
\tab Chris almost orgasmed right then and there--it was so much better than the bottle, or his finger, broomstick, cucumber\'85\par
\tab Harold humped and humped and humped, \ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote  he screamed, \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna fucking cum!\rdblquote   he pumped hard and fast, reaching around to toy with friend Chris\rquote  cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck me, man, fuck me hard!\rdblquote  Chris screamed.\par
\tab Harold complied, banging into his friend\rquote s hole, balls swinging, cum shooting.  Chris reached down himself to grab his own flapping balls, he felt his friend\rquote s dick slamming him moving about in his rectum, it WAS better than doing himself.\par
\tab He could barely concentrate the fuck was so intense.  \ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  he bellowed, he had no idea butt fucking could be so invigorating.\par
\tab Harold finally reached his apex of orgasm and blasted a hot sticky load of ball juice into Chris\rquote  anal tract.  He continued humping until his cock died off.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck me, man, suck it!\rdblquote  Chris said turning about with an erection that wouldn\rquote t quit.  Surprisingly friend Harold dropped to his knees, working his organ with one hand while slurping the salami of Chris.\par
\tab Chris held his friend\rquote s head (at the customary back of the head), squeezing himself at the base of his aching dick, slapping his balls against Harold\rquote s chin until he felt the stirrings of orgasmic bliss.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stand up, dude.\rdblquote  Chris said.  Harold stood and knew instinctively, he turned about, bent over, hands on knees.  Chris jabbed his friend\rquote s ass crack and finally found the puckering poop chute.  A few jabs, miss jabs, pokes and prodding\rquote s and he was finally IN.\par
\tab He slid his dong all the way in.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh yeah!\rdblquote  he breathed as the sensation of the penetration was extraordinary.  He slid his pecker all the way in, held it there a moment, straining.  His eyes fluttered, his balls swelled and the desire to commence with the vigorous fucking overwhelmed him.\par
\tab He pounded Harold\rquote s ass until he felt a swath of warmth overcome him.  He felt his cum shooting out his piss slit, filling Harold\rquote s asshole.  And like Harold, he kept his cock in his friend until the orgasmic bliss subsided.\par
\tab He then pulled out, spanked his friend\rquote s ass and wanted Harold to do likewise to him, but some boys were coming in, along with a coach.  \par
\tab He didn\rquote t know what her problem was, but she was bitch.  She was a member of the Cheerleader Five, Denise.  She was a long legged gal who very seldom wore jeans.  Always a skirt, dress, or her perky/preppy cheerleader outfit.  She was okay, but didn\rquote t like to be stared at.  (but at fourteen she had a hell of a body!)\par
\tab Chris was caught staring at her.  They got into a heated debate with Chris mouthing off \ldblquote you shouldn\rquote t wear crap like that if you don\rquote t want anyone to stare!\rdblquote  which was true, but--it didn\rquote t sit well with Denise and she bitched back pissing Chris off to the point as to where he slapped her.\par
\tab Yep, right across the face.  He had had it with her and her kind.\par
\tab Naturally as soon as he did it he knew it was a mistake.\par
\tab Luckily there weren\rquote t any witnesses.\par
\tab But still, Denise darted off to inform to Ms. Pepper.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper was their English teacher.  She was a hotty, too; but sometime SHE wore jeans.  She was about 26 or so, nice rack, bouncy-bouncy shiny dark hair, real sweet, gave the benefit of the doubt of essays and other English garbage turned in.\par
\tab Every boy in the class (as well as other classes) wanted to sink their bones into her.  Chris for sure for certain.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper, unmarried, came to the door and wiggled her finger for Chris to come in.  He bitched and scuffed his feet going into the classroom; it was a square room with darkened windows and two doors, 30 chairs.\par
\tab Denise stood at the teacher\rquote s desk, arms folded at her fuckable chest.\par
\tab Chris had heard the girl fart once, while they stood in a lunch line.\par
\tab He longed to sink his cock into her, in her mouth, between her bodacious knockers, in her ass, and especially her cunt.  He betted that she was a little dynamo in bed.  He saw her doing her cheerleading routine, saw lots of leg, thigh, and butt cheeks.  She was flirty, damn cute, nice voice, all packed nicely in a dynamic body.\par
\tab After a scolding from Ms. Pepper, she opened a desk drawer and brought out a paddle.  Half an inch thick with small holes in it, and reinforced handle.  It was well polished and lacquered.  She smacked it against her hand and both students standing jumped.\par
\tab She nodded Chris, Chris knew what was up, he hesitated a moment and then lay across the teacher\rquote s lap.  The first swat came fast and with little warning.  His butt tightened right up and was almost instantly afire.  He clung to the chair legs as another swat paddled him and made a resounding reverberation in the classroom.\page\tab Another swat came and then his butt was somewhat felt out by Ms. Pepper.  There seemed to be a reprieve, albeit briefly.  His mind concentrated on his burning bum.  Then, THEN, his pants were being pulled down.  He braced, tightening his whole body.  The paddle came to his ass now protected only by his thin cottony boxers.\par
\tab Three hard swats and then his butt was fondled again.\par
\tab After catching his breath a moment, his underwear were tugged down as well!  He gulped and gripped tightly the legs of the chair, tightening his ass even more.  The paddle came and came in repeated swats until Chris was squirming in pain.\par
\tab And once more this was followed by some rubbing.\par
\tab\ldblquote And now you.\rdblquote  stated Ms. Pepper.\par
\tab Chris started to move thinking that the statement was directed to Denise, SHE was going to get a spanking, too.  (for being a tattletale.)\par
\tab But now, the paddle of Ms. Pepper was merely handed off to the cheerleader.  There was hesitation before Denise did so infacto lay the Ass Smacker to Chris\rquote  ass.\par
\tab She landed several hard hitting swats (with some glee about it) before being stopped by Ms. Pepper.  Denise then did like Ms. Pepper and rub her hand onto Chris\rquote  tomato reddened ass.\par
\tab Chris did not cry but was highly emotionally charged.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stand up, now.\rdblquote  Ms. Pepper commanded.\par
\tab He hardly had the strength and Ms. Pepper and Denise had to help him.  He braced against the chalkboard, his burning flesh against the cool aluminum chalk tray.\par
\tab\ldblquote Your turn, now.\rdblquote  Ms. Pepper said.  And it WAS Denise\rquote s turn, to lay down across Ms. Pepper\rquote s lap.  Denise naturally hesitated and wasn\rquote t about to comply.  She casted a look to the naked Chris, trying to avert her eyes from his naked dangling willy.\par
\tab Nervously she finally laid across Ms. Pepper\rquote s knees.  Ms. Pepper, Ms. Charlene Pepper, with raven hair, coal dark eyes, Italian features, and the major cause of every boy\rquote s erection problems, raised Denise\rquote s short pleated cheerleading skirt.\par
\tab Chris forgot about his burning-searing ass and stared at the girl\rquote s hind-end, her gorgeous tight hind-end clad in a pair of matching cheerleading underwear, not her regular type because she was subject to \ldblquote exposing\rdblquote  herself during various cheerleading routines.\page\tab Ms. Pepper smoothed her hand over the ass, lightly patting it.  She then reached out and \ldblquote touched\rdblquote  Chris\rquote  erection.  Chris stood still, rubbing his own ass watching and semi reeling in the intense situation at hand.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper stroked his organ, smiled at him with a devilish aire, then picked up the paddle and landed it HARD against Denise\rquote s ass.  The girl wriggled and tried to get off, \ldblquote Hold her hands!\rdblquote  commanded Ms. Pepper, Chris grabbed at Denise\rquote s flailing hands and held them while Ms. Pepper smacked down to her hinny four more hard/harsh swats.\par
\tab Denise\rquote s legs, too, flailed madly.  She cussed and wailed and tried her best to wriggle free of her dire predicament.  Ms. Pepper paused in her spanking spree, rubbed her hand over the tormented girl\rquote s ass, then tugged the undies down, enough to expose the fine ripened super lovely ass.  \par
\tab Chris could feel the \ldblquote wind\rdblquote  gush as Ms. Pepper brought the paddle down for some bare ass smacking.  The sound was incredible, Chris cock strengthened even more.  Ms. Pepper reached for it again, pressing the bulbous knob against Denise\rquote s searing hot flesh.  Pre-cum began to spill as the fiery flesh intensified his organ.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper put the paddle down, held Denise\rquote s hands with one hand and parted a cheek with the other.  Chris peered down the crack and to the puckered hole.  He rubbed the girl\rquote s ass, running his finger down the crack and diddling her anus.\par
\tab Onto his knees he went, parting the cheeks himself and poking her rim with his tongue.  He smelt the funkiness of her hole, the mustiness of her poon.  He didn\rquote t care, he licked and probed with gusto. (hey! Who invited him!)\par
\tab Her undies he worked on down, opened her legs and then with his cock severely demanding attention he stood up and began poking her rectum, Ms. Pepper holding his cock and helping.  Whenever Denise fussed too much Ms. Pepper smacked her ass.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper also smacked Chris\rquote  ass, rubbing it mostly, squeezing a cheek and stuffing his well fucked rectum with her finger.  It helped stiffen (even more) his cock as he slammed into Denise\rquote s tight poop chute.\par
\tab When he began to cum Ms. Pepper squeezed his ass cheek until he had done so.  It was sooooooo good.  He slammed her hole and couldn\rquote t differentiate between banging Harold\rquote s backdoor and Denise\rquote s!  A mighty gusher load of spunk flooded Denise\rquote s anal chamber, his eyes fluttered and the feeling was just intense.\page\tab After stepping back some Ms. Pepper brought Denise around, positioning the young girl on her knees.  \ldblquote Suck him.\rdblquote  said the twenty-something teacher.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck no!\rdblquote  exclaimed the creamy skinned girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Either suck his cock or take ten more swats to your ass!\rdblquote\par
\tab The girl shook her head in disappointment.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  she wailed angrily.  She eyed Chris\rquote  dong, it still squirted bits of cum, it was \ldblquote soiled\rdblquote  and unappetizing.  She gripped it at the base, fondled the balls, closed her eyes and leaned in.  She wrinkled her perky nose and wrapped her lips about the cock head.  Ms. Pepper \ldblquote pushed\rdblquote  the girl\rquote s head down on the stiffening dong.  Chris tightened up his ass and watched his soiled prick disappear into the cheerleader\rquote s sweet mouth.\par
\tab Unbelievably Chris had yet another load of spunk matter to give.\par
\tab And he gave it, too, shooting a massive wad into Denise\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab The spunk oozed out of her mouth, she choked and gagged, cussed and retched.  Ms. Pepper wouldn\rquote t let the girl back off the cum squirter, though, and Chris wasn\rquote t pulling away, either.  Not until he was completely empty.\par
\tab His cock was going into overload on the sensitivity issue.  With his cock out he smacked it against Denise\rquote s mouth, tried to fuck her nostrils and then took a poke at her left ear.\par
\tab When she stood she was completely naked, when had she done that?  Chris couldn\rquote t recall her removing her top, but she must have.  He then noted that he himself was nude.  He didn\rquote t get it.  (he didn\rquote t care, either.)\par
\tab Then Ms. Pepper stood and began undressing.\par
\tab This was cool.\par
\tab This was a fucking dream cum true!\par
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\tab Chris and Denise stood shoulder to shoulder watching as Ms. Charlene Pepper stripped out of her clothes.  She wiggled her panties down and stood butt naked.  She was gorgeous.  Drop dead fucking-a gorgeous.  Chris brought Denise\rquote s hand to his cock, having her stroke it back to life.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper took position laying over her chair.  She rubbed her ass, parting a cheek, smacking herself.  She then brought into play the paddle.  Chris smiled.  He took the paddle and firstly rested his hand onto his favorite teacher\rquote s bare ass.  He diddled her hole, smoothed his hand over each moon, then applied the paddle.\page\tab One swat, two swat, three swat-four!\par
\tab By the fifth swat her lily white ass was turning a nice shade of red.\par
\tab Chris caressed the ass, feeling the intense warmth.  He handed off the paddle to Denise who remembered the harshness of her spanking.  Chris held the teacher\rquote s hands, straddling a leg to keep it still while a vengeful Denise applied spank.\par
\tab Charlene Pepper did wriggle a bit, fuss and cuss, tighten her burning ass until she was at the point of begging, and finally shed some tears in her dire torment.  Denise rubbed the woman\rquote s ass, smacked it with her bare hand and then proceeded to finger fuck it, too!\par
\tab Nextly, Denise sat on the desk, legs open, leaning back.  He marveled at her dark fur burger between her legs, not matching her hair he so noted.  He marveled at her creamy skin, her lovely-lovely naked body, her perfectly shaped orbs.  His cock screamed for attention.\par
\tab He sucked on the breasts while Ms. Pepper sucked on the girl\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab She worked Chris\rquote  organ, too.\par
\tab Chris slipped his tongue into Denise\rquote s mouth, fondling both breasts and humping Ms. Pepper\rquote s right ear.  The woman paid it no mind and continued to masturbate him while she noshed on Denise\rquote s cunt as well as jabbed her finger into the girl\rquote s glory hole.  Ms. Pepper also peed on the floor.  \par
\tab Chris couldn\rquote t stand it, his cock had to go into a hole, any hole, he didn\rquote t care.  Thankfully Ms. Pepper was aware of his dilemma and guided him into Denise\rquote s pussy.  He sank himself fully into the fellow student, hands going up and down her naked back, her breasts jiggling.  They kissed while he pegged her, he felt as though he were peeing in her rather than cumming, his organ was out of control, the sensation was beyond mere mortal words could conjure.\par
\tab  Finally, he was out of the pussy.  His cock was screaming now for a different reason.  He found himself caressing his ass, smacking it, tugging on his dong and balls.  He was delirious.  He soon found himself laying across the desk, arms (hands) pinned behind him as Ms. Pepper sodomized him with the chalk stick/pointer!\par
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\tab He awoke with a startle.  He was lathered in a layer of sweat.  He was hot.  He was out of breath.  He was hard.  In his mind were a million images, none of which he understood and were beginning to slip away into nothingness.  \lquote What the fuck!?\rquote  he bitched to himself.\page\tab The sheets he had kicked away, his bed was soaked.  His bed was also \ldblquote sticky\rdblquote  with spots of cum stains.  His belly and balls, too.  His cock, though, was amazingly still stiff.  Slowly he pulled on it and tried to settle down.  \lquote Son-of-a-bitch.\rquote  he cussed to himself.\par
\tab He stared up thru the darkness, moonlight strayed into his room, he could hear the frogs at the pond, the crickets, the windmill he hadn\rquote t greased, yet.  Clenching his cock he shook his head, \lquote Son-of-a-bitch, a dream.  A fucking dream!\rquote  a dream.  Go figure!\par
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\tab Come the new morning brightly Chris was up stripping his bed and stuffing the cum stained sheets into the washer.  He did so al la butt naked.  His father though a farmer/rancher was not a morning person and often slept in to as late as six o\rquote clock!  Traipsing back to his room he encounter his sister, Suzie.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you doing?\rdblquote  she asked in a semi sleepy voice, she eyed it dangling dong slowly waking up.  (the dong, not his sister.)  \par
\tab\ldblquote Never you mind, go back to sleep.\rdblquote  he slipped into his room and quickly put on fresh clean sheets.  Suzie came in to help.  She said nothing but thought much.\par
\tab\ldblquote Did you pee the bed?\rdblquote  she asked in a shocked sort of voice.\par
\tab\ldblquote What!\rdblquote   then, \ldblquote Hell no, just don\rquote t worry about it.\rdblquote\par
\tab  Suzie \ldblquote didn\rquote t worry about it\rdblquote  she helped fix the bed up, timidly eyeing her brother\rquote s dancing dong.\par
\tab After the bed was completed, Chris struggled with reality, Suzie wasn\rquote t freaking out on him, so some of the stuff he remember must be true.  But what part?  He rubbed his ass almost feeling the hard smacks Ms. Pepper had lauded him.  He knew logically that it hadn\rquote t happened; he could almost see maybe/possibly being spanked (although unlikely).  But that was about it, certainly Denise wouldn\rquote t have laid across Ms. Pepper\rquote s lap, and definitely she would not have tolerated having her underwear yanked down.\par
\tab All the stuff that had happened at school, all a dream.  All a stinking lousy dream.  That stuff in the showers--Chris held his mind on that, what the hell was THAT all about?  Taking Harold\rquote s cock up his ass, fucking Harold!\par
\tab Then, the girl on her horse, the little girl behind the mini mall, those boys.  It gave Chris something to think about.  His cock, too.  It had become inordinately stiff and rigid.\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote  muttered surprisingly Suzie.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t cuss!\rdblquote  chided Chris.\par
\tab He looked to his dong standing outward, it seemed to be a bit bigger than it had ever been so before.  He tugged on it, pulled on the skin down to the base, it felt sooooooooo good.  His ass tightened up and he thought of Harold slamming into him.  He trembled all over and felt a strange tingling in his balls.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suzie, would you--\rdblquote\par
\tab Suzie didn\rquote t let him finish, she crawled happily across the fresh made bed to her brother, gripping his cock and squeezing it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh God, Suzie!\rdblquote  Chris wailed.  \ldblquote Suck it, Suze, please, suck it!\rdblquote\par
\tab Suzie though held back, pursing her lips.  She didn\rquote t mind eyeing it, or \ldblquote touching\rdblquote  with her hand and masturbating him.  But the \ldblquote tasting\rdblquote  of said cock was not up to her liking.\par
\tab\ldblquote Christ, Suze, just do it!  I-I\rquote ll give you my allowance, this is Payday, right, I\rquote ll give you my allowance for this week.\rdblquote\par
\tab Suzie mulled it over a half moment and then leaned in, kissing the head of the cock before wrapping her lips about the member and \ldblquote sucking.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris moved his cock slowly inch by inch into her, the images of the girls (and boys) he had fucked filled his mind.  Ms. Pepper filled his mind, Daphne, Denise, Hanna, Raylynn, Rachel--Denise.  \par
\tab And then Harold.  Those two boys, too.\par
\tab Thinking of them overwhelmed his mind and he was unaware that he had cum into Suzie\rquote s mouth.  The girl was sitting back, giggling, grinning, and retching some--mouth full of jizum.  The taste afoul got to her and she darted off to the bathroom.  Chris paused a moment, his cock seriously aching.\par
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\tab He came up behind the hurling Suzie.  She had merely spit out the goo into the sink.  Chris listened and upon hearing no sounds from his dad\rquote s room two doors down eased up behind Suzie and lowered her pajama bottoms.\par
\tab\ldblquote Chris!\rdblquote  the girl almost wailed aloud.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shhhhhhhhhhh!\rdblquote  he bitched to her.  He kept her from turning about.  She wore blue kiddie panties with bears and honey jars on them.  He caressed her ass, Suzie spat out some more of the goo and Chris lowered her panties.\par
\tab He pressed a finger into the crack, finding her hole and attempted penetration.  Suzie wasn\rquote t into that and turned about regardless.  Okay, no matter, the pussy was just as good--if not better!\page\tab Suzie didn\rquote t mind the fingering action to her pussy.  It felt good.\par
\tab After a few minutes of it, Chris\rquote  finger wore out.  Time for some tongue action.  He hefted his sister up onto the counter.  Suzie giggled and didn\rquote t care for the cold tile to her tushy.  That was okay, Chris was going to warm her up!\par
\tab He applied his tongue to her cunny.  Holding her legs open a bit, pushing her body back he applied his tongue until it, too, wore out.  But it was a good way to go, she hadn\rquote t peed yet and so there was the preliminary taste of urine.  Her cunny was nice and soft, slick, salty, and delectable.  \par
\tab His cock was back to full mode again.  He moved Suzie from the counter to the hamper, better angle.  Suzie held her own legs open and it seemed as though she were to allow him to poke her.\par
\tab Chris was cool with that.  He leaned in and rubbed the head of his dong against her pussy.  \ldblquote Come on, Suze, let me put it in you.\rdblquote  he breathed hard.  Suzie began to squirm (and pee.)\par
\tab\ldblquote I gotta pee!\rdblquote  she wailed hoarsely.\par
\tab Chris was at the pivotal point of entering her super tight unfucked pussy.  But she began to pee uncontrollably.  He grabbed her under the arms and sat her down on the toilet.  She farted first and then began a long steady stream of urinating.\par
\tab She took her brother\rquote s cock and jerked on it, grinning, farting, and peeing.  She leaned in again and though he wasn\rquote t fucking her pussy, her mouth (again) was a close second.\par
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\tab Soft breezes gently caressed their bodies, the wind had shifted earlier and they got a brief displeasing smell of the reeking compost pile in an adjacent field.  Thankfully the wind shifted again and the two Mitchell kids could breath again.\par
\tab There were chores aplenty to get to, but some things were just more important.  Chris\rquote  mind was still filled with the incredible images of his dream.  Trying to understand it was a no-go.  What did it mean?  Was it a reflection of who he was, or to become?  He had fooled around with little boys and girls, he had literally stepped over the bounds of decency.\par
\tab He was still bugged by that business with Harold.  Sure the two had jerked off in front of one another, but that was it; actually handling one another cock sucking and BUTTFUCKING was just unthinkable.\par
\tab But that wasn\rquote t the topper.\par
\tab Ms. Pepper and Denise was the topper.\par
\tab A dream.  A lousy stinkin\rquote  fucked up dream.\par
\tab The only thing to help clear his mind was resting against his favorite peach tree overlooking the small meadow/valley beyond.  He was naked.  He had shed his clothes once getting into the orchard and at the agri pond.  After peeing in the pond and watching sister Suzie strip naked, they proceeded to the peach tree whereupon sister Suzie willingly occupied his lap.\par
\tab His cock was hard, it got smooshed against her belly, his hands clamped to her darling little butt and casually he wondered if THIS was a dream?\par
\tab Spanking.\par
\tab The images of being spanked (and sodomized) filled his mind.\par
\tab He knew that he sorta-kinda DID like fucking himself, he had pushed smoothed broom stick handles into his hole, a bottle with a long neck, and a slender zucchini.  \par
\tab Could h actually stuff his salami into a boy hole, Harold\rquote s or otherwise (younger--like those boys in his dream?)  Could he suck a cock, could he handle BEING sucked?  And the biggie, could he handle butt fucking AND being butfucked?\par
\tab He moved sister Suzie slowly up and down, grinding her against his organ.  How could he look at Ms. Pepper and the Cheerleader Five again?  Hanna, Rachel, Raylynn, Denise; his eyes fluttered, his balls were near to exploding.\par
\tab Suzie reared back, looking down to her brother\rquote s cum soaked schlong.  She diddled the piss slit then tasted her cum laden finger.  She made a face again, but was blushing and grinning.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna suck it?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab Suzie nodded that she would.  She scooted back along his legs and went down on him.  Her mouth was wondrous, she did an excellent job.  Chris ran his hand thru her hair, helping her go up and down.  \par
\tab He knew it was impossible, to have any sort of fling with the C-5 girls, he knew that they were uppity and snooty.  They were sort of friendly, he wondered if they DID smoke marijuana?  Could he catch them at it, blackmail them into having sex with him, or at the very least exposing themselves to him?\par
\tab Ms. Pepper.\par
\tab He would never be able to look upon the woman the same again.\page\tab He did note that she DID often wink at him.  Was she just being friendly or WAS there more?  His mind raced, the image of her naked, sucking Denise\rquote s pussy etched firmly into his mind.  The spankings, the laying out on her desk being held by Denise while his English teacher shoved her chalk stick/pointer into his asshole--definitely would make attending her class difficult.\par
\tab And Harold.\par
\tab What the fuck was he to do about Harold?\par
\tab Was the guy as nasty as he?  He didn\rquote t have any other siblings, but had plenty of cousins, girls and boys alike.  He and Harold got together as often as they could, ditching school or antics before and directly after school--spying on the cheerleaders from under the bleachers, spying on girl scouts camping in the woods, spying on girls in gym class and those in the Olympic Hopefuls class.\par
\tab Simple jerking off, though, was all that they did.  They DID skinny dip in the various agri ponds, but they seldom spoke of sticking it to a girl, they spoke of girls they knew and how they looked, smelled, and looked.\par
\tab But the business of schlepping one\rquote s salami into another guy\rquote s hole, or mouth--could that happen (with Harold?) Did he want it too?  Chris knew that he wanted to know what it was like to be hammered in the ass, he wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock.  He wanted to suck his own cock!\par
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\tab His eyes fluttered and suddenly there was that surge, he held onto his sister\rquote s head until shooting his wad.  His asshole clenched up tight, his balls surged, his cock powered into Suzie\rquote s mouth.  She was good!\par
\tab She spat out the goo, though, it was kinda distasteful and not to her liking.  She retched and gagged and almost vomited.  But since brother Chris liked it, she pleased him.  (a promise of getting his allowance went a long ways in compromise.)\par
\tab She then stood, stretched, and stepped to one side.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s doing?\rdblquote  he asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Gotta pee!\rdblquote  she giggled.\par
\tab Chris rubbed her ass, his cock surged a little more, it had gone limp but was still with some life.  She placed her hands onto the tree and stood with her legs outward a bit, ass pooched out, too.  A stream of pee streamed from her body.  Chris caressed her ass, kissed it, parted a cheek and fingered her asshole while she peed.\page\tab After peeing, he positioned the young sibling on the ground.  She opened her legs and he went down on her.  Her pissy pussy was wondrous, he didn\rquote t care nor mind the foul taste of fresh piss.  His tongue drove into her cunny and before long his cock was \ldblquote ready.\rdblquote\par
\tab He lay between, Suzie was a little concerned.  So was Chris.  Could he fuck his sister?  Could he breech her?  The remaining questions and concerns faded as sexual desire zoomed to the top of overwhelmed all concerns.  He lay his schlong against Suzie\rquote s pussy and humped.\par
\tab Suzie got some enjoyment from it, Chris rubbed to hard and she had to bite her lip, but as long as he was getting pleasure\'85\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t getting as much pleasure out of the deal as he hoped.  He needed to be IN.  He poked her pussy, sat up and dragged the head of his cum squirter up and down her slit.  His mind raced, could he fuck her?  What would happen after?  How would she be, would she be alright?\par
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\tab\ldblquote Whattya looking\rquote  at?\rdblquote\par
\tab His eyes stared out over the waving sawtile grasses and reeds.  There was no horse or rider.  He sighed, cocked a cheek and let one fly.\par
\tab Brrrrr-rip!\par
\tab Harold made a gagging sound and fell over.  Chris strained to try and force another but couldn\rquote t.  Harold acted up and made a death-gag scene.  \par
\tab The sun felt good, warming their fresh nude young bodies.  There were chores to be done, still to be done, but screw, a day to fuck off was a day to fuck off and enjoy.  Chris\rquote  old man had gone to town, taking Suzie with him.  \par
\tab Chris\rquote  mind was still mostly filled with his \ldblquote dream.\rdblquote   none of which he shared with best pal, Harold.  On a fluke Harold had come to the Mitchell ranch, he seemed light hearted and all, but Chris knew that there was trouble (again) at home, Harold and his step-father didn\rquote t get along.  It was a five mile jaunt far Harold, but he didn\rquote t care and used a neighbor\rquote s bike (who wasn\rquote t aware but oh well\'85)\par
\tab Swimming in the agricultural ponds was okay, but there were better places, more remote, too.  Half way to said remote local (which was an old abandoned quarry) the boys shucked their clothes and ran willy nilly butt bare assed naked.\page\tab They had dove right into the remote pond, it was deep--damn deep, chucked full of concrete from the city, old abandoned cars, old washers and refrigerators, and tires.  It was dangerous--which was why the boys made a point to swim there.\par
\tab The quarry pond was filled by a diverted stream of water.\par
\tab Just how deep the quarry pond was wasn\rquote t known, the boys had never touched bottom.  There were jutting concrete precipices in which to leap off of and the boys did this repeatedly.\par
\tab A few times while Chris treaded water in the pond waiting for Harold to make his leap.  He stared up to his pal, trying not to be caught eyeing his friend\rquote s dangling wanger--so as not to be labled a gay wad.\par
\tab After their swim they sat on the sand, dried off with the help of mother nature and then;\par
\tab\ldblquote Whattya think of Ms. Pepper?\rdblquote  Chris asked sort of out of the blue.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ms. Pepper, hot damn!  She\rquote s cool.  Why?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, I dunno, she always gives me--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote G-good grades, she always gives me good grades!\rdblquote  Chris said stammering and beginning to sweat.  Could he tell his best pal he had a hard-on for Ms. Pepper?  He was now dreaming about her and everything?\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, she gives me good grades, too.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She gives everyone good grades, dumb ass!\rdblquote  smirked Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, she\rquote s easy!  Not like Mr. Beavers, that fucker\rquote s psycho!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She winks at me.\rdblquote  Chris blurted out.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Harold said being caught off guard.\par
\tab\ldblquote S-she winks at me?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Big deal, she winks at everyone.\rdblquote\par
\tab The subject of GIRLS came to be, every girl they knew at school, the girls from the nearby high school, the check out girls at the supermarket, cousins, aunts, movie star girls (and women.)  \par
\tab All this talk slowly drove the boys into a state of arousal.\par
\tab After a time they slyly noted they were watching one another.\par
\tab They giggled and laughed and smirked, \ldblquote You gay wad!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Homo!\rdblquote\par
\tab It didn\rquote t stop them for masturbating, though.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who do you think of when you jerk off?\rdblquote  Harold asked off the cuff.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck, man, it don\rquote t matter, anyone and everyone.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, me too.\rdblquote\par
\tab More jerking.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man, I was jacking off in my room once when my MOM walked in.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit, what did you do?  What did SHE do?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She just looked and slammed the door shut, I kept whacking off until I blasted a load off, splattering the wall and everything!\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys busted up and laughed about it.\par
\tab\ldblquote You ever been caught?\rdblquote  Harold asked.\par
\tab  Chris had, his dad had caught him once out in the barn, nothing came of it, not even a scolding or spanking!\par
\tab Then, Harold stated, \ldblquote Man, you are so lucky to have a sister!\rdblquote  he said it kind of low like and it possibly wasn\rquote t supposed to be spoken at all.  It was one of those statements where it was out of the mouth before the brain could stop it.\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t say anything, his cock got harder and had begun to spurt as he thought of his sister; sucking him, jerking him, nakedly humping him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit!\rdblquote  Chris blurted.\par
\tab Harold watched (closely) as Chris leaned back some and began to jerk harder, switching hands and emptying his mind of whimsy, just concentrating on cumming off.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man, I wish I had a hole to fuck!\rdblquote  Chris blurted out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Have you ever?\rdblquote  Harold queried.\par
\tab\ldblquote Just my hand.\rdblquote  Chris said not missing a stroke.\par
\tab Harold lightly stroked his own bone, curiously watching his friend.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man this feels so good!\rdblquote  Chris blurted.\par
\tab Harold then rolled over and laid in the sand, he squeezed his butt and worked his organ into the sand.  Chris watched him, watched him hump the sand, fondle his ass.  He seemed determined.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man, I\rquote m so fucking horny!\rdblquote  Harold bleated.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, me too.\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold continued to hump (the sand) and Chris continued to jerk off.  A steady stream of cum spurted from Chris\rquote  cock.  He made appropriate noises and squeezed every bit of cum out until he couldn\rquote t.  His cock, though, didn\rquote t limp out like usual.  It was still \ldblquote thick.\rdblquote   It was also still \ldblquote excited\rdblquote , or something relatively close.\par
\tab Harold continued humping the sand, he smacked his ass and Chris watched in awe, getting horny. (hornier!)\par
\tab Harold rolled to his side and feverishly jacked himself.  Chris watched.  Harold struggled to cum, he smacked his ass, squeezing hard a cheek and straining to make orgasm good.\page\tab\ldblquote Man, you ever stuff something in your ass!?\rdblquote  the words were out of his mouth before he could think.\par
\tab\ldblquote What!?  Dude, you serious!?\rdblquote  Harold almost paused in his circle jerking.  He squeezed his organ, face full of strain.  \par
\tab Chris bit his lip, \lquote Man, what a fucking idiot, why\rquote d you say THAT for!?\rquote\par
\tab But then, \ldblquote What\rquote s it like?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, okay, I guess.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Whattya stuff up there?\rdblquote  Harold asked, he rolled back onto his stomach, lightly straining against warm sand.  He smacked his ass some more, squeezing a cheek and trying to finger fuck his backdoor.\par
\tab Chris told him, broom stick, bottle necks, anything that would \ldblquote fit.\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold looked around, \ldblquote Fuck, man, ain\rquote t nothing like that around here.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Naw, just my dick!\rdblquote  Chris laughed and giggled.\par
\tab Harold then rolled with his back facing his friend, parting his cheek even more, exposing his \ldblquote hole.\rdblquote   Chris gulped.  Just like the dream.  Could he?  Should he?  Harold seemed willing.  Would Harold freak out at the last minute, or make it some sort of ha-ha joke and lable Chris a homo when the attempt to sodomize came to be.\par
\tab\ldblquote You do me and then I\rquote ll do you.\rdblquote  Harold spurted.  Chris scooted over on his knees.  Harold\rquote s ass was okay, he would prefer to fuck a girl\rquote s ass, though.  Harold really seemed to be \ldblquote offering.\rdblquote   Chris debated, slyly he pinched himself--just checking.\par
\tab He felt the pain of the pinch.  He felt the warmth of the sun, heard the buzzing of flies.  \ldblquote I\rquote ve never put it up a butt before!\rdblquote  exclaimed Chris.\par
\tab Harold shrugged, \ldblquote Me neither.\rdblquote   He moved to a new position, ass up in the air, face down on the sand.  He worked his cock with one hand and parted his ass with the other.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come on, dude, just do it, then I can do you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris gulped.  \lquote Great.\rquote\par
\tab The hole was \ldblquote clean\rdblquote , that was a plus.  There were the hairy balls dangling down, and Harold\rquote s schlong he was stroking.  It seemed different somehow and not like the shower scene.  Chris stepped up closer and diddled his finger into his cum spunk, then applied it to friend Harold\rquote s corn hole.\par
\tab\lquote Oh man!\rquote  Chris yapped to himself, \lquote I can\rquote t fucking believe I\rquote m doing this!\rquote   he drizzled some spittle onto the unfucked hole, then pressed the head of his gooey cock to the entrance.\par
\tab Harold gripped both cheeks and held his breath, trying to force his anus to accept the intrusion.  Chris applied steady pressure, forcing in his dong and trying to concentrate.\par
\tab The first attempt wasn\rquote t happening.  Chris pulled out and simply humped his friend\rquote s sandy warm bum.  He then looked around and saw something in the grass at the edge of the quarry.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t a long neck like he was used to, but an old short neck beer bottle.  Chris spit on to coat the neck, then re-spit on Harold\rquote s hole.  The bottle then was insert and deftly sodomized Harold\rquote s rectum.\par
\tab Moments later and Chris was sodomizing him himself.\par
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\tab He came hard.  A gallon of jiz at least.  It was the most incredible feeling of orgasmic bliss he had ever known--except for the time he pasted his sister\rquote s face.  He held onto his friend\rquote s cheeks, reaching around toying with his cock and balls and slamming into his asshole until he was well spent.\par
\tab His cock was a little soiled, but a \ldblquote sand wash\rdblquote  took care of that.  Chris sat back on his heels, watching Harold\rquote s rectum close up, cum oozing out of the hole.\par
\tab Chris chewed on the side of his mouth, farted, and continuously worked his dong.  Harold smacked his ass, diddled his hole and turned about to face his friend.\par
\tab His friend laid out on the ground, just because.  He flopped his cum squirter, massaged his balls and couldn\rquote t believe what he had just done.  He wondered if they COULD have a fling in the shower room some day!\par
\tab And for no other reason just because Chris pulled his legs back.  It was a Missionary Position, but different.  Harold didn\rquote t mind, didn\rquote t care.  He ogled his friend\rquote s wares, Chris cringed at the anticipation of penetration, curiously wondering how different it would be than that of a zucchini, broom handle, wine bottle\'85\par
\tab He pulled his balls up and horny friend Harold pressed the head of his schlong to friend Chris\rquote  bung hole.  Spittle and pre-cum made the penetration easier, pre-sodomy with the use of fingers and the beer bottle, too.  Harold\rquote s dire determination finally made \ldblquote headway\rdblquote  and butt fucking was on the go.\par
\tab Chris held his legs back, grinding his shoulders into the hot sand, his mind whirling as his asshole was plugged.  It was certainly a new experience, it was different, much different than fucking himself!\page\tab Harold drove his bone into his friend\rquote s rectum, pulling out and humping the ball sack, then reinserting and humping madly until he was getting to the point of exhaustion and orgasm.\par
\tab Chris bit his lip and endured.  The presence of Harold\rquote s dong in his asshole was something, really something.  Chris didn\rquote t care for the Missionary Position, he rolled over--with Harold trying to keep his dick in Chris\rquote  hole.  Harold continued on with the humping until he did cum off, he masturbated Chris\rquote  cock and fondled his balls and squirted a mega load of cum.\par
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\tab He smoothed his hand over Suzie\rquote s ass.  It was a glorious ass.  He would prefer someone his age, or Ms. Pepper, or anyone but his sister.  But circumstances didn\rquote t allow and he had no choice.  And Suzie was willing!\par
\tab At their favorite spot was the best, although they had risked it in the barn, up in the loft in their \ldblquote fort.\rdblquote   a construct of hay bales piled around.  Here they could be naked and naughty all they liked once their took off to do work in a far orchard or into town for business.\par
\tab Running around naked in the barn, the house, the yard got to be a regular thing.  Chris got more and more frisky, tonguing his sister\rquote s pussy, licking her asshole and teaching the fine art of finger banging herself.  The use of hot dog wieners and other various suitable veggies were used on Suzie\rquote s poon and pooter.\par
\tab The taste of Chris\rquote  spillage was still displeasing to the little girl, but she did it anyways, sucking it up from the piss slit and sometimes swallowing, too!  Chris preferred jerking off onto her pussy, diddling the spunk all over her young poon, finger it into her asshole where then he could semi easily stuff her hole with his cock.\par
\tab Their father had taken off early in the day, as soon as the old pickup was out of sight down the gravely road and the cloud of dust had settled, the two Mitchell children amscrayed, it was a warm sunny day and chores would always be there waiting.  At Chris primary spot was their destination, he preferred it over all others.\par
\tab They were naked before they got to there.\par
\tab Chris\rquote  cock was stiff before they got there.  He loved watching his naked sister strip off her clothes and then run before him.  He imagined mostly Daphne, Hanna, Rachel, Raylynn, Ms. Pepper.\page\tab His tongue flicked into Suzie\rquote s backdoor.  He had been in her hole a few times prior, each time was like the first, though.  He enjoyed it, he still hadn\rquote t gotten to go off into her pussy.  He feared hurting her or worse!  He had successfully broken her \ldblquote cherry\rdblquote , though--the use of those veggies and hot dogs, his fingers.  It had freaked the young girl a great deal and a great deal of effort was needed to calm her down.  (that and two weeks allowance!)\par
\tab So her sweet mouth and tight poop chute was it.\par
\tab He longed to know what it was like to sink his bone into a girl\rquote s pussy.  It was those thoughts that helped him enjoy butt fucking Suzie.  He tried going at it slowly, poking his way half inch by half inch, gripping her hips and self-gliding into her body.  The pressure, though, was intense, squeezing his super sensitive cock head until the strain was too much and he slammed the remaining cock in, then pulled most of the way out--and then back in.  and then repeat, several times. \par
\tab He tried to maintain a civil mode of slow fucking, but that wasn\rquote t going to happen.  The more he \ldblquote repeated\rdblquote  the sodomizing of his sister\rquote s corn chute the more intense the pressure was to speed up and fuck!\par
\tab So he did.\par
\tab He reached around and diddled Suzie\rquote s pussy, fondled her flat nipples, and reamed her asshole until he exploded.  Once done, he was immediately exhausted.  He sat back to watch Suzie\rquote s hole push out the goo he had spilled.\par
\tab Suzie fingered it, farted and pushed out a bunch of the goo spill.\par
\tab Chris laughed and Suzie commenced to peeing.\par
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\tab She sat on his lap, the afternoon had turned lazy for the two horny-naughty Mitchell children, Chris caressed Suzie\rquote s ass, Suzie dozed.  His severely aching bone rested against her poon, skillfully he prodded her slit, pressing the head of his cock into her.\par
\tab So in tune with his doings he wasn\rquote t paying any attention to anything else.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s that noise?\rdblquote  Suzie asked sleepily.\par
\tab Chris paused, cum seeping out of his fuck pole and soiling Suzie\rquote s cunt.  He strained to listen and got a bad feeling.  His asshole tightened up, he strained to hear for certain.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  he exclaimed.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?  What is it?\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Don\rquote t cuss.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The generator, the windmill generator.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What about it?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s own, stupid.\rdblquote  Chris stood.  There were five generators for the Mitchell farm, all but four of them were automatic.  The generator for the windmill was not.  Someone had switched it on.  Chris gulped, \ldblquote Fuck, dad\rquote s home.\rdblquote   he caressed/rubbed his ass, knowing an impending ass beating was looming.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  Suzie blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah\'85\rdblquote  Chris breathed.  \lquote We\rquote re in deep shit.\rquote   it was late afternoon, a whole bunch of daily chores hadn\rquote t been done, not one. \par
\tab Slowly the two dressed and made their way home in silence.\par
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\tab Their father was waiting for them.  The windmill that pulled water out of the ground deep churned in the lifeless warm day air.  Normally wind power was used but it had been days without significant wind and the farm\rquote s water tower and underground cistern needed replenishing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe I ought to just go into the barn and bend over!\rdblquote\par
\tab Suzie said nothing, bit into her lip and clenched up her butt.  The two held hands and sheepishly made their way to the back door where their father was standing.\par
\tab He had his belt dangling in one hand.  He stepped out of the screen in back porch and shook his head, indicating that the kiddies weren\rquote t going to be going inside.  He nodded towards the barn.  Chris\rquote  ass tightened up, he eyed the belt and gulped.  Suzie already began to cry.\par
\tab In the barn, \ldblquote Get \lquote em down.\rdblquote  their father said.  He smacked the belt against his thigh.  Timidly and slowly Chris obeyed his dad, sliding down his jeans and boxers.  He let out some air and then \ldblquote assumed\rdblquote  the position laying over a hay bale.\par
\tab Beside him Suzie stood, wetting her pants and bawling.\par
\tab The first smack resounded inside the old family barn.  The smack was pretty intense and set young Chris\rquote  ass afire instantly.  Then there was a second smack, a third, a fourth, and a fifth.  Chris\rquote  ass was near to bleeding, the belt cutting into the crease of his ass and his legs.  (the back of his legs at the thighs got a smack, too.)\par
\tab Chris held onto the bale of hay, cringing and pursing his lips, holding them in and decreeing to himself that he WOULD NOT call out.  He knew he had fucked up and shirked his responsibilities, but damn!\par
\tab There was one more swat, the hardest yet.  Chris nearly came unglued.  His ass was beyond being on fire.  He was near dazed and couldn\rquote t hear anything anymore, his mind was on fire, too.  \par
\tab There was a calming, though. His burning flesh would take a while to cool down, he kept himself from screaming out, cussing, or fighting back.  He endured and settled his mind onto Harold, Denise, Ms. Pepper, that horse rider gal, the little girl behind the mini mall, those boys, and everyone else.\par
\tab This helped, his ass still burned, but then he became aware of something else going on.  His was being rubbed.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see his sister standing, she had pissed her pants pretty good, face full of tears, sniveling and crying up a storm.  \par
\tab He wasn\rquote t fondling himself, his hands were clenched into the hay.\par
\tab He tightened up his ass, his toes cringing, mind blinking on and off, cock smooched up against the unrelenting straw.  He couldn\rquote t figure it, only that his dad was sizing the searing moons for placement of the next belting.\par
\tab Suddenly, though, there was an intrusion.  It was brief, but a \ldblquote finger\rdblquote  nonetheless breeched his anal rim.  Chris was shocked.  What new tactic was this?   Then his cringing ball sac was grabbed and pulled up between the legs.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suze, go in the house and take your clothes off, change out of them, take a bath.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris watched as for a moment the girl was taken by her father\rquote s words, she wasn\rquote t going to get a belting?  She cowered some against the empty stall she braced against, looked at her brother\rquote s smoldering bare ass, then fled.  Quickly.\par
\tab Chris waited, anticipating the rash beating to continue.\par
\tab But it was more of the previous, a brief anal probing and ass fondling, ball \ldblquote weighing.\rdblquote   \par
\tab\ldblquote When you\rquote ve got things to do around here, son, I expect you to do them first before anything else.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris nodded.  They had had this conversation before, many times.  Chris, though, had it as \lquote Pleasure before anything else.\rquote\par
\tab Chris\rquote  mind went into overdrive when a \ldblquote BIG\rdblquote  finger came pressing against his fiery flesh.  \lquote What the hell?\rquote   by his foolings with Harold, Chris knew what the \ldblquote big finger\rdblquote  was, his dad\rquote s cock, pressing against his flaming cheeks, up and down his crack, nuzzling his ball sac.\par
\tab Chris gulped, this wasn\rquote t happening.  Was it?\par
\tab Was it still that stupid dream?\par
\tab Couldn\rquote t be, his ass hurt.  Bad.\page\tab Something shiny caught Chris\rquote  eye, he looked to his side on the hay strewn ground to see a lid, a lid from a can of utter balm.  He then flinched as his asshole was niftily probed and smeared with the balm--used for softening up a cow\rquote s utter as well as keeping a human\rquote s hands from cracking and drying out.\par
\tab Then there was greater probing, Chris knew--he knew what was happening, but couldn\rquote t understand it.  He closed his eyes and clung to the hay bale doggedly while his father slipped his cock into him.\par
\tab It went slowly in, Chris had seen his father\rquote s dong, they had peed out in the woods, he had seen his father naked and he was a man with a man-length cock.  Chris felt every inch of the manly prong sliding into him.  He held his breath and griped the metal wire holding the hay together as a bale.\par
\tab The pumping action came moments later, after a few seconds of incredible endurance of just being fully seated.  It was far different than being fucked by Harold.  Harold\rquote s cock was small, Chris guessed that his own bone was about the same (up Harold\rquote s shit tube.)\par
\tab Carl reached around and grabbed his son\rquote s cock, it was limp, but not after some fondling and the \ldblquote pumping action\rdblquote  began.  Chris tried to buck into his father, but his body was still wracked with searing pains, he was pushed too much against the hay, too.\par
\tab Carl scooted back some, placing his hands onto his son\rquote s hips and dragging him back as well.  Chris tried to relax, this was something, this was new.  This could only be a dream, couldn\rquote t it?\par
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\tab The moment of orgasm came, Chris could feel the jutting of the daddy dong in his ass, he could feel when Harold came, too.  Chris stroked his organ, squeezed his balls and waited.\par
\tab The poppycock popped out and smeared against the still inflamed cheeks, \ldblquote Let\rquote s go in the house.\rdblquote  said his father.  Chris gulped, Suzie.\par
\tab Chris scrounged about to pick up his clothes, noting that his father merely stood masturbating, shaking the bits of cum all over.  \ldblquote I don\rquote t think we\rquote ll need those anymore.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote What!!??\rquote  Chris shook his head.  \par
\tab Carl left his clothes on the barn floor and strolled out towards the house.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  remarked Chris.  He blinked his eyes, rubbed his still burning ass and followed his bizarre father, leaving his clothes where they lay.\i\tab\i0\tab   \tab\par
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