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Book 3\par
Sidetrips\par
Chapter 18\par
Boners & Things, Part II\par
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Seven Cum a-leven\par
\tab\ldblquote Think we\rquote ll see her again?\rdblquote  \par
\tab Harold shrugged.  He noshed on a fry and slurped his malt, his cock still ached terribly, but oh well--it was worth it.\par
\tab\ldblquote I never knew girls could do stuff like that.\rdblquote  Chris blurted exposing how na\'efve he was.  \par
\tab Harold scarcely paid any attention, he noshed on his fries and focused solely on the girls who had come into the malt shoppe.  The malt shoppe was on the main road thru town, it was a hot day and the boys had gotten away from Amy without having to \ldblquote pay\rdblquote  her.  So with their wadded almost cum stained money they sat down in the open area of the shoppe for some refreshment before hoofing it own home, about three more miles.\par
\tab It would be close to four o\rquote clock by then, both knew that a severe belting was in store.\par
\tab Chris focused on the girls, too.  Might as well, Suzie would be the only \ldblquote girl\rdblquote  he would be seeing for a couple of weeks--after the belting there would be the inevitable \ldblquote grounding.\rdblquote\par
\tab Daphne.  Daphne and Raylynn, two members of the Cheerleader-Five.\par
\tab They were with some younger girls, also Cheerleaders from an elementary school.  THOSE girls had on even SHORTER cheerleader skirts.  The boys could scarcely breathe.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit, why couldn\rquote t we have met THEM in the woods!\rdblquote\par
\tab Just then one of the younger cheerleaders stooped over.\par
\tab Chris and Harold nearly fell off of the wooden bench of the picnic table they sat on.  Their cocks went into overdrive and they ached terribly.\par
\tab They gaggle of girls moved into the malt shoppe, Chris and Harold polished off their fries and shakes and continued walking homeward.\page\tab Luckily James Casher drove by, he had a cattle ranch two miles passed the Mitchell orchard, the boys got a ride from him, riding in the back on hay bales.  Along the way they whipped out their schlong and massaged their organs, their minds were filled with Amy, Lucky, and the Cheerleader Five plus extras.  Chris got a major boner going.  Harold stood up and bracing himself against the wood slats of the hay truck he pissed off the back.\par
\tab Luck was still with them, they hoped.  The family Mitchell truck was no where in sight when they finally hoofed it in.  Mr. Casher had stopped on the road to let the boys out, waved and went on his way.  The boys avoided coming directly home on the gravel road, they scooted into the countryside and snuck in.\par
\tab No one was home.\par
\tab It was 4:15.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Dad could be in town, and we didn\rquote t see him.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Didn\rquote t he mention something about that auction at the Hammond\rquote s place, he wanted to bid on some generator or something, right?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Right!\rdblquote   \lquote whew.\rquote   \par
\tab Naturally Suzie wasn\rquote t home, the boys had initially been told to check the furthest orchard fences and the agri ponds.  So Suzie wouldn\rquote t be left at home alone, she must have went with her father or to a friends.  The boys jumped into the shower, together, but no sexual hanky-panky.\par
\tab There were chores yet to be done, the boys threw themselves into warp drive to get it done.  At a quarter to five Suzie rolled in on her bike.  She was a little panicky, \ldblquote Where\rquote s daddy?\rdblquote  she asked as she threw down her bike and looked like a frightened animal in a trap.\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s not here.\rdblquote  Chris told.\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s not!?\rdblquote  she said.  Her whole demeanor suddenly changed.  then, \ldblquote Uh, HAS he been here?\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys looked to one another, Chris shook his head, \ldblquote Nope, he\rquote s probably over at the Hammond Auction.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes!\rdblquote  Suzie said getting emotional about in the typical knee up, fist-arm motion in the pleasing manner of a solid affirmation.\par
\tab\ldblquote Phew!\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote I thought I was going to be in trouble!\rdblquote  she grinned and started making her way to the house.\par
\tab Chris looked to Harold.  Harold looked to Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who says you aint?\rdblquote\page                                                   *****\tab\par
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\tab A sudden startled brought Chris to an awakened state.  The looming form of his father at the door.  He heard the creak of the windmill, breezes warm thru the trees, frogs, crickets, and buzzing insects.  Beside him was his sister Suzie, on the other side of her was Harold.  All three were naked.  It was late, damn late, the evening of \ldblquote frolic\rdblquote  had been an enduring one (with Suzie) considering what the boys had already endured throughout the day.\par
\tab\ldblquote You get your chores done I told you to do?\rdblquote  Crl asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yessir, Daddy.\rdblquote\par
\tab Carl gouged his bone then shuffled on to his room.\par
\tab Chris remained still for a moment, Suzie was still, Harold sound to sleep.  Slowly Chris eased off the bed, his cock ached badly, he had stuffed Suzie\rquote s corn hole and then Harold\rquote s while Harold straddled Suzie\rquote s face, his balls in her mouth.\par
\tab He found his dad undressing in his room.\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooooo, how\rquote d the auction go?\rdblquote  assuming that\rquote s where he\rquote d been.\par
\tab\ldblquote Alright, I suppose.\rdblquote  he drawled.  \par
\tab Chris knew there was more to it than that, but he figured it was the Doom of the World, the Chaos of the World that was bothering him.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You feed your sister dinner?\rdblquote  his Dad asked as he stripped to the skin.  Chris nodded, \ldblquote Yessir.\rdblquote   liar.  (she munched on junk food during and after being sexualized.)  but at least she ate.  (tube steak\'85)\par
\tab\ldblquote Son,\rdblquote  Carl said to his son as the boy quietly moved to back out of the room and leave his dad to his glum thoughts, \par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, Dad?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, don\rquote t-don\rquote t fool around with your sister too much.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris raised an eyebrow.  \ldblquote Oh-okay.\rdblquote  he said.  He backed out and returned to his room.  He heard his father\rquote s bedroom door shut.  Chris laid down, he began slowly massaging his pecker staring up to the wall.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck was THAT all about?\rdblquote  queried Harold (still \ldblquote sleeping\rdblquote  on his side.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck if I know.\rdblquote  Chris answered.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t cuss.\rdblquote  murmured Suzie.\page   Spy Games cont.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who died?\rdblquote  Suzie inquisitively asked, this after her gloomy father had left the kitchen.  Chris shrugged.  It was breakfast type time, not a word had been said since arising.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about it.\rdblquote  Chris told her.\par
\tab With clothes on, the boys did some chores and helped unload the new auctioned generator.  Chris assumed that the generator from a neighbor\rquote s farm was what had put his dad in such a gloomy mood.  No one in the farming/ranching community liked the business of taking items from another neighbor, but the Hammond place had gone bankrupt and the Bank was foreclosing.  The manner in which to settle up so to speak in Bank terms was to hold an auction.\par
\tab The day was spent installing the new generator, replacing a generator that was on its last legs.  The family worked hard and by noon the generator cranked to life.  Moments later water gushed from a hundred feet down and began filling a pond that would later quench the thirst of neighboring orchards.\par
\tab\ldblquote Best $20 I ever spent!\rdblquote  smirked Carl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Twenty dollars!?\rdblquote  said Chris surprised.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep.\rdblquote  grinned Carl, \lquote Fuck them Bank bastards.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was the way of the Neighbors, to make sure the Bank didn\rquote t get as much as they hoped.  All those present at the Hammond Auction made a pact, as they would with any neighbor down on their luck and facing \ldblquote auction.\rdblquote   And on the day of the auction to take place, some neighbors misdirected outsiders so as only neighbors would be present.\par
\tab Then very low bids would be cast.\par
\tab The Hammonds were leaving Cartersville, they had had enough of the bad times, so it was okay to \ldblquote sell\rdblquote  their equipment.\par
\tab It would take several hours before the pond would be \ldblquote full.\rdblquote  Chris had to check the \ldblquote float\rdblquote  that automatically shut the generator off so as not to overfill the pond and let the generator run continuously.  On doing so, Chris lost his footing on the dirt mound and went for an unplanned swim.\par
\tab There was a little panic as Chris was at first right in the path of the gushing water out of a 12-inch pipe.  He was swept out into the middle and had disappeared under the upset water surface.  Carl dove immediately in and the two surfaced at the end of the 100 foot long pond.\par
\tab Chris was sputtering and choking but otherwise okay.\par
\tab Back at the truck the two stripped off their wet clothes.\par
\tab Suzie grinned.  Harold grinned.\page\tab\par
\tab He could feel the \ldblquote presence\rdblquote  of the daddy schlong, it was an weird-odd feeling.  His own bone slid near effortlessly into the corn hole, he tried to get a rhythm, to match his father\rquote s pumping action.  Suzie made no sounds, she tried to match pumping actions, too; but with two cocks drilling her it wasn\rquote t going to happen.  \par
\tab Chris pulled out, his cock had begun to ache terribly again, its reprieve hadn\rquote t been all that long, he figured he would need to lay off fucking or even whacking off for a couple of days, maybe even three!\par
\tab He laid his cock between his sister\rquote s crack and humped, Harold sat up on the grassy shady area, masturbating, having already filled Suzie\rquote s pussy and asshole.  Chris himself got a nice blowjob from his sister, she then sucked her father and when he was at the pivotal point of cumming off, he laid out on the grass and pulled his young child onto him, guiding his cock into her cunny.\par
\tab Chris watched from between his father\rquote s legs, watching the daddy dong doing its thing.  When his father pulled Suzie\rquote s cheeks open it was an open invite to make entry.\par
\tab And so he did.\par
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\tab Though \ldblquote peeing\rdblquote  in front of everyone was deemed an okay sort of thing to do, taking a crap wasn\rquote t.  Chris eased out into the neighboring orchard to unload.  He got sidetracked watching some ants, a whole line of them carrying \ldblquote food\rdblquote , he was amazed at their abilities.  \par
\tab A spider\rquote s web caught his attention nextly, a small flying insect was trapped within and the spider was on it in seconds, stunning it with the initial \ldblquote bite\rdblquote  and the wrapping the critter up.\par
\tab Upon returning to his \ldblquote family\rdblquote , Harold was sucking on Suzie\rquote s wondrous cunt while behind him daddy Carl humped his ass.  Chris\rquote s schlong ached terribly, he couldn\rquote t fuck another hole.  He knelt beside his sister, she clutched at his ball sac, then worked his aching organ, leaning up to start sucking on the head.  Harold drove his tongue into Suzie\rquote s snatch, Carl ploughed the boy\rquote s behind, smacking his cheeks and jerking him off.\par
\tab When it came time for Harold to cum he inched up and orgasmed off onto Suzie\rquote s pussy.  Carl had emptied his own load into Harold\rquote s ass, he sat back massaging himself, watching the kids.\page\tab Chris and Harold \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on Suzie\rquote s cum drenched cunt and began licking her out and licking her clean, and into a frazzle.  Chris\rquote  cock was so hard he couldn\rquote t stand it, but it ached, too.  He had yet, unbelievably, fucked his sister.\par
\tab He had been in her mouth and ass, humped her slit, her crack, taint, and chest.  He had peed on her, she had sucked on his nuts.  He had licked her asshole, sucked her pussy, stuffed her mouth with his tongue, spanked her, and sat on her face trying to fart on her.\par
\tab But he hadn\rquote t stuffed her pussy with his cock.\par
\tab And it wasn\rquote t going to happen this time, either.\par
\tab He came up between her, laid his organ against her and had slipped in the head of his pulsing schlong, and as he was about to make entry and slam home the bone, an air patrol plane suddenly zoomed overhead.\par
\tab The naked family dashed into the sanctity of the orchard.\par
\tab The plane was a part of the civil air patrol, it made a sweep of the orchard area outskirts and then out to the meadows and pastures heading for town.\par
\tab The \ldblquote moment\rdblquote  had passed, the day was getting on, the agri pond was filling up nicely and it was time to head home.  Being dirty and grimy no one dressed and rode home naked.\par
\tab Once home the family washed one another off with the water hose.  Chris still wanted to fuck his sister silly.  Badly.  But his cock simply needed a rest, a vacation from orifice plunging.\par
\tab Some chores needed to be done, Carl sat down to do some paperwork, still naked.  The boys discussed \ldblquote venturing\rdblquote  again, Chris\rquote  cock ached, \ldblquote OP no!\rdblquote  but oh well, what the hell, why not?\par
\tab They of course were saddled with the pesky Suzie.\par
\tab She was ditched off at a neighboring friend\rquote s house, with a promise from the boys that they would pick her up on their way back in a couple of hours.  Famous last words\'85\par
\tab And of course Suzie\rquote s friend was a cutey, too.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man,\rdblquote  Harold said once out of earshot and on their way to the forest again) \ldblquote if we could find some bitches like Cheryl.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris nodded, \ldblquote bitches\rdblquote  like the ones in his dream?  Some of that bothered him, would he take part in the molesting of such a young girl, or girls?  He had heard in the news that somewhere in the Midwest a whole bus load of young people had been kidnapped and forced into sexual depravity with one another as well as the kidnappers.\page\tab Suzie had some cute girlfriends.  Chris knew them and had always gotten an erection when staring at them too long.  His balls surged when he saw the young-young girls tumbling in short dresses or skirts, being na\'efve about \ldblquote revealing\rdblquote  themselves.  He had seen toddler girls running amok butt bare assed naked.  He figured he wouldn\rquote t go so low as to molest a child THAT young.  But maybe a hump, a grind against their pussy, try to hump into their mouth, something like that--no penetration.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s the youngest girl you would do?\rdblquote  Chris asked off the cuff.\par
\tab\ldblquote Huh, oh--uh, fuck dude, I dunno, don\rquote t care!\rdblquote   good answer.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What about you?\rdblquote  Harold butted in before Chris could finish.\par
\tab\ldblquote Me?\rdblquote  Chris almost squealed.  They clambered over some logs, rocks, boulders, and skirted the area leading out to the quarry.  He shrugged and tried to think of an answer.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I guess my sister\rquote s age.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No younger?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Naw, probably not.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote You?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote About the same, I guess.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Hey, I aint gonna scrog on some five year old--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But if she were, seven, eight--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, something like that.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Would you FUCK her, a seven year old, in the pussy?\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold shrugged, \ldblquote Dude, fuck if I know.  If she could take it!\rdblquote  he scoffed grabbing his bone in his pants and squeezing it in the typical fashion.  \ldblquote She\rquote d probably have to be older, at least nine or ten.\rdblquote\par
\tab Three green wild parrots they spotted, the boys were familiar with them and saw them every so often.  Most of the area in their area they had already explored.  For some reason, just on the right side of the main dividing road.  After dumping Suzie at her friend\rquote s house, the boys came to the quarry site then followed a dry creek thru a meadow and came to the main road.\par
\tab There was a railroad trestle not far away, spanning a dry riverbed, huge tracts of open land, meadows, and lots and lots of unexplored area.  It only took a grin and a head nod from the lads to one another and they were over the barbed fence and scooting into the unexplored territory.\par
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\tab It didn\rquote t remain unexplored for long.\page\tab But there was little time, they made for the train trestle first, then would follow it back to where it came close to town.  From there they would go back home, after picking up Suzie.  That was the plan, anyways.\par
\tab Old abandoned-ditched cars, foundations of old abandoned homes, torn clothing, and ripped from a porno book, naked pictures of women coated in cum.  The boys shed their clothes and walked nakedly with raging boners.  \par
\tab It was hot out in the open, the boys climbed the short hill up to the single track railroad, looked both ways, nothing.  Harold placed his ear to the burning rail, after screeching \ldblquote OUCH!\rdblquote  he did it again, but not with his ear totally touching.\par
\tab Chris slipped up behind and tried to \ldblquote penetrate\rdblquote  him.  Harold was aware and the two boys rolled off into the shrubs & bushes to wrestle, with Chris winding up on his backside, pinned.  Harold then rammed his wiener into his friend\rquote s rectum and sodomized him good & proper.\par
\tab Thereafter they lay nakedly with Harold on top.\par
\tab Chris caressed his friend\rquote s ass, cum still spewed from Harold\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Then they kissed.\par
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\tab\ldblquote Suck my cock, bitch; suck it, suck it hard!\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold gobbled on the dong, dragging his teeth along the hot skin until it touched the back of his throat and made him retch.  Chris bucked into Harold\rquote s mouth, holding the back of his head to keep Harold\rquote s head (mouth) in place.\par
\tab They had lain in the sweet sticky shrubs at the bottom of the railroad berm for awhile, passionately kissing, grinding against one another.  French kissing, deep passionate French kissing.\par
\tab When they parted for air Chris pushed Harold off of him, \ldblquote Get off of me, faggot!\rdblquote  in jest.\par
\tab They called one another homo and other accompanying names,\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re not faggots, right?\rdblquote  Chris curiously queried aloud.\par
\tab\ldblquote Naw,\rdblquote  replied Harold masturbating himself and ogling his friend\rquote s dangling wanger, \ldblquote just open to fuck and fill any hole there is!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris let it go.  He didn\rquote t fully understand the concept of \ldblquote being gay.\rdblquote   But he understood the joy of humping, a girl hole or a boy hole, what did it matter, both sexes gave pleasure.\page\tab But the kissing.  That was gay.  Very gay.  But was there more to it than that?  Did kissing Harold mean that he WAS gay?  A homo?  A queer, faggot, cum slurper?  His father had humped him, and humped on Harold, too.  Was his father now gay?\par
\tab Harold must of sensed Chris with pestering thoughts of the gay issue, he dropped to his knees and assessed the situation, then smiled and began gobbling on Chris\rquote  bone.\par
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\tab He tried to cum, but he was \ldblquote empty.\rdblquote   Harold was good, jamming a finger up his rectum, sucking on the shaft and his balls, everything to try and get Chris to cum.  His mouth wore out at length and Chris pulled back, masturbating using both hands.\par
\tab They took a breather and returned up the hill to the train track.\par
\tab Chris placed a penny on the track then picked up a large rock and set it on the rail, as well.  Harold squatted and laid a turd on the glistening rail.\par
\tab\ldblquote Here, let the train squish that!\rdblquote  Harold jeered.\par
\tab  Chris laughed and the two began making their way into the trestle itself.\par
\tab The trestle spanned 1,000 feet over the Kalamat River, it was dry, as it was most of the year \lquote cept in the wintery season when it was full.  But come the middle of summer it dried up.  Carrying their clothes in a bundle the boys strolled across the bridge, the smell of the creosote scenting the air.  They chucked various rocks off the bridge, peed on the rails and masturbated one another.  At length Harold laid out on the oil soaked ties, pulling his legs back, \ldblquote Fuck me, whore!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris obliged, he needed to cum, his balls and cock were in dire agony and needed the relief.  He was going to tongue lash his friend\rquote s rim but remember the bitch had just laid a turd and so that was a no-go.\par
\tab Penetrating him, though, was a go.\par
\tab Mid way along an enduring five minute fuck whereas Chris DID feel the surge of orgasm coming, he looked up and saw a flickering light down the track.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh fucking shit!\rdblquote  he bellowed.\par
\tab The train was still a ways off, Chris humped faster but couldn\rquote t cum.\page\tab They were in the middle of the trestle when the vibrations of the great locomotive could be felt.  They began to run.  Twice they looked over the side, but it was a good drop to the sand below, broken legs and arms weren\rquote t cool, especially while naked.  Chris stumbled and fell onto the biting hot rocks, the train entered the trestle and must have seen the two nude boys, it tooted its great air horn and the boys scampered even faster.\par
\tab There were alcoves along the trestle, a place of refuge for those trespassing along the bridge.  The bridge was single track and therefore kinda narrow with just barely any room clearance from the oil soaked railing and the blasting choo-choo.\par
\tab The boys scrunched up against heavy timbers of the alcove as the train thundered by.  The engineer shaking his fist at the two trespassers.  Harold waggled his cock at him, and then to the several hoboes riding the box cars and timber cars.\par
\tab After that, the boys went on.\par
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\tab It was getting too hot out in the open, there was shade under the trestle.  Precariously they made their way down the slippery side of the crumbly hill the trestle was nestled in, hearing faint whispers and sounds that alerted the two boys that they were not alone.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hoboes?\rdblquote  Chris wondered.\par
\tab Harold didn\rquote t think so.  Carefully the boys sneaked around until coming right up to the apex of where the train bridge and the hill met.  Here there was something of an \ldblquote opening\rdblquote  on the slant of the hill, a \ldblquote cubby hole\rdblquote  if you will.  Here in the gloom of the darkness there and the odor of oil/kerosene soaked timbers lay two peoples.  Teenagers from the Carter High School.  Butt bare assed naked, the boy on top of the girl.  She was kinda frantic but continued on with the intense fuck.\par
\tab Suddenly Chris felt the timber he leaned on tremble.\par
\tab\ldblquote I think another train is coming.\rdblquote  he whispered to Harold.\par
\tab Harold nodded and stroked his bone, intently watching the teen pair.\par
\tab The boy, about 16 or so, repositioned his bitch, pushing her legs far back to whereas her knees practically touched her shoulders, this allowed the slinking boys at the boulders around the base of the support poles to the bridge to get an eye full of cock slamming into a nappy dugout.\par
\tab The hapless girl was a long straight dark haired girl, the boy had a goofy grunge-like punk hair style.  Chris found himself \ldblquote admiring\rdblquote  the boy\rquote s ass, it was lily white, smooth, with hairless testicles slapping against the girl\rquote s asshole.\par
\tab The train came and rumbled above.  It totally freaked the girl out, she frantically tried to get out from under her boyfriend, but the boy wouldn\rquote t have any of that and slammed into the girl harder.\par
\tab\'85until he got his nut.\par
\tab Thereafter he was useless.\par
\tab The girl pushed the boy off and KICKED in square in the nuts, then brought a knee up to his chin.  She slapped him into Next Week, \ldblquote Don\rquote t ever fucking do that again!\rdblquote  she yelled and cold cocked him backwards!  She collected her clothes and very nearly caught the two onlookers as she scampered out.  The boy held his nuts, he coughed and sputtered and mouthed something, \ldblquote Fucking bitch!\rdblquote  he then began to vomit and lay curled on the ground trembling.\par
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\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think that was a good fuck!\rdblquote  Harold commented after he and Chris had \ldblquote scampered\rdblquote  away their ownselves.  They struck out across the dry river, still under the trestle--where there was shade.\par
\tab The girl had made good her escape, the boys had looked for her but she was gone.  They shrugged and eased into the riverbed and continued looking for something else to do (or spy on.)\par
\tab This didn\rquote t take long.\par
\tab Getting damn thirsty they got their bearings of where they were at and began making for town.  Bravely they walked along a horse trail, they saw no one but kept a wary eye and ear out.\par
\tab They did see a snake snaking across the path, it was a BIG one, too big to fuck with, there was a slight \ldblquote bulge\rdblquote  in its middle and was assumed to have just had \ldblquote lunch.\rdblquote   Chris figured the rattler to be about five feet long, and as big around as his hand could (if he would) wrap around.  Too big to fuck with.\par
\tab Wisely the boys put their clothes back on, but Chris knew, as did Harold, that a snake\rquote s teeth could sink into the flesh regardless of jeans or thick socks.  (only canvas shin guards offered the best protection from such incidences.)\par
\tab Again, it was too damn hot out in the sun, they left the openness of the horse trail, cut across a derelict open field and made for the sanctity of Gabby Park.  It was a park situated at the edge of town, well, one of its \ldblquote edges\rdblquote .  It was still a good little walk to get thru it, it was a Nature Park and not a regular park until right close to town.\page\tab But there were lots and lots of trees, creeks/brooks/streams, and fresh water fountains.  They boys drank their fill, they still had a ways to go before the malt shoppe.\par
\tab Along their way--the boys spotted a teen girl pushing a young boy in a wheelchair. \par
\tab\ldblquote Dude, that\rquote s gotta be messed up.\rdblquote  Harold said.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Chris asked not getting it.\par
\tab\ldblquote To be in a wheelchair, not able to walk; fuck that, shoot me!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yah,\rdblquote  Chris replied, \ldblquote if I can\rquote t walk and get around--\rdblquote  he didn\rquote t finish, his attention was on the girl as she stopped pushing the chair and helped the boy to stand.\par
\tab\ldblquote He aint crippled!\rdblquote  Harold bitched.\par
\tab The boys felt something was up, worth investigating.  \par
\tab So they did.\par
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\tab Brandy helped her young charge to stand, he was wobbly and in some pain, from his stomach and knee operation and the need to go to the bathroom.  Why he had \ldblquote held it\rdblquote  so long she didn\rquote t know.  They had past a bathroom not too long ago, why didn\rquote t he say something then.\par
\tab She locked the wheels and scuffled about the chair, looking around to see if anyone was about.  At the far end of the Park, though, doubtful, it was kind of way out of the way and only the most venturous made the trek.  There was both paved as well as cement to form the path that ran along the edge of the park.\par
\tab Jason scrunched up his face, he really needed to go.\par
\tab Brandy supported him and eased him into the thick bushes unkempt.  She knew it was embarrassing, but oh well, she was a big girl to get over it; she was a babysitter and had seen plenty of young boys\rquote  naked parts.  And being in the 7\super th\nosupersub  grade, too, she had Life Science, which incorporated Health & Sex Ed.\par
\tab Timidly and somewhat shyly Jason fumbled about undoing his the string that held his pajama bottoms.  Brandy finally just had the boy lean back into her and then she herself reached around and without seeing the draw string untied it and eased the garment down.  He wore hospital boxers, too.  Jason worked them down and quickly began to pee.\par
\tab Jason let out a moan of pleasure (such relief!)\page\tab Brandy emptied her mind of her thoughts.  She looked around, unawares of anyone \ldblquote spying\rdblquote  on her.  For thirteen she had a nice bod, very nice; a bigger chest then most girls her age, but still mid size \ldblquote B\rdblquote  cup.  A great ass, good body from.  She was deemed to be a tomboy.  Her jeans weren\rquote t too tight, but tight enough.  Long semi-curly dark hair.  She licked her lips nervously and then, \par
\tab\'85then, as Jason did the \ldblquote shake\rdblquote  thing to shake the urine free from his little ten year old pecker, Brandy pressed her hand on him, at the area of where the crotch meets the beginning of the leg.  Jason gulped.  Brandy looked nervously about, but they were out of the park area, in the wild growth area.  The hospital from which they had come was WAY on the other side of the Park, she had permission to take Jason out for some air, he was getting couped up inside; a knee operation and busted appendicitis had laid the boy up for a while.  His parents worked hard with his dad out of town and mother working two jobs to pay the bills.\par
\tab Brandy had warmed up to him, she and several of her friends came to the children\rquote s wing of the hospital to have a summer party.  Young Jason already feeling glum didn\rquote t have many friends, and none at the church.  Chris didn\rquote t know Brandy personally, but had seen her at his school.  Harold knew her, he had a class with her.\par
\tab (which made the spying all the better.  All the better!)\par
\tab From the crotch area Brandy moved to just barely cupping the boy\rquote s barely-there-hair(y) balls.  Jason\rquote s schlong instantly went hard.  Brandy touched it, wrapping her fingers about the prong and slowly-very-slowly worked up and down.  Jason stared out into the wild woods, sometimes looking down, biting his lip and then starting out into the woods again.\par
\tab Brandy smoothed her hand out over the boy\rquote s ass, tugging his boxers down more then lifting off the hospital gown.  She then used both hands on his private area, working his cock and balls.  \ldblquote Now,\rdblquote  she whispered, \ldblquote do you feel better!?\rdblquote\par
\tab There was no response (verbally) from the boy, he was almost grinning, almost cumming.  Brandy snuggled against him some continuing to \ldblquote make him feel better.\rdblquote   She ran her hands over his ass and continued to masturbate him.  He was too speechless to say anything.  Brandy finally turned him about, his eyes widened and pecker stiffened even more.  Brandy eyed the one-eye monster, smiled at admiringly, then leaned in\'85\page\tab Chris and Harold were awed, so was Jason.  He gulped for air and watched in total amazement as he received his first blowjob.  Brandy enveloped the cock and ran her tongue teasingly around the sensitive crown, then worked her mouth expertly up and down the slick pecker until it fully disappeared inside her mouth.\par
\tab Young Jason humped, flexing his ass muscles, his mouth hung open, he was in total awe.  Brandy slurped, making some sucking noises, waggling her head and continuing to tantalize the boy\rquote s schlong with her tongue rolling about the crown.\par
\tab Finally pulling free she took a wondrous gander at the cock, she worked it a bit and then went down to suckle his barely furry tezzies, hands clamped to his naked ass further sending the boy into an never before felt euphoria.  His penis like a dog\rquote s dick lingered and languished about, almost ear fucking the little hottie nuzzling him.\par
\tab With a wicked smile Brandy sat on her knees, \ldblquote Wanna see me?\rdblquote  she said slyly.  Naked Jason had to bring that question in, contemplate what it meant, then--he raised his eyes, \lquote Holy shit!\rquote  in his mind.  He gulped and methodically hand jobbed himself.\par
\tab Brandy pulled off her short sleeve blue stripped top.  She indeed had a nice rack, small on the \ldblquote B\rdblquote  cup side, but pleasing enough to lay one\rquote s cock between the mounds and get a good hump nonetheless.  She unhooked her bra and there they were--a pair of naked teenage titties.  \par
\tab Jason was beside himself.  A naked girl, well, nearly naked.  He didn\rquote t blink, he couldn\rquote t think, he could only stare (and stroke.)\par
\tab Brandy stood, looked around, fondled her bare naked breasts, looked around some more, then smiled as she returned her attention to the boy.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna help?\rdblquote  she said whimsically.\par
\tab Jason grinned, he leaned against a sapling tree and undone Brandy\rquote s jeans.  His full attention was on the fastener, his tongue came out as he deeply thought of what he was doing.  \par
\tab With the jeans unfastened, he slowly unzipped them.  Beyond the zipper was a pair of blue paisley panties.  Jason nearly shook, trembling in complete awe.  \lquote Holy shit!\rquote\par
\tab With the jeans tugged down over her hips the garment slid to her knees.  It was awkward for Jason as he had a bum knee and sore torso, but he managed to work Brandy\rquote s panties down, if only to mid thigh.  But that was enough.  He made it to his knees and positioned him to where he was more comfortable, then he stared taking a long gander at a girl with her pants and panties down.\par
\tab Brandy had a nice muffin, a light covering of poon hair, soft supple creamy skin, a very fuckable cunt.  It was most likely Jason\rquote s first tang, he had seen very little girls, infants and naked toddler girls, but not a girl like Brandy\rquote s age.\par
\tab Brandy laid out on the ground and worked her jeans and panties on off.  She opened her legs and frigged herself, tweaked her nipples, and looked up to the stunned ten year old Jason.\par
\tab She parted her \ldblquote lips\rdblquote , opening her legs to give the boy the full viewing of her snatch.  Her pussy was getting \ldblquote whet\rdblquote , she reached up to Jason and carefully maneuvered him down into position, grinding his schlong against her poon.\par
\tab The two \ldblquote spies\rdblquote  crept up a little closer, optimum viewing of Jason\rquote s schlong entering Brandy\rquote s pussy.  The Spies were so close they could almost \ldblquote smell\rdblquote  the sex being produced.  \par
\tab Brandy placed her hands on the boy\rquote s firm ass, gripped the cheeks and helped him get into the groove.  Thereafter the \ldblquote natural instinct\rdblquote  thing took over and he began to FUCK.\par
\tab The boy did it fast and slow, at times his little pecker slipped out and he grinded against the girl\rquote s cunt; noting the absence of \ldblquote blood\rdblquote  the boys deduced she was not a virgin.\par
\tab D\rquote UH!\par
\tab They humped for quite a bit, when the boy\rquote s prong DID slip out again, Brandy had the boy sit up and hump, then inched him up to titty fuck her.  She sucked on the head of his cock as it popped out between her mounds.  Then she eased the boy back down and had him re-enter her.\par
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\tab It was apparent that the boy liked it.  A lot.  He came, that was evident, too; he jerked and went thru the motions of orgasmic bliss.  Brandy wriggling beneath him continued to cling to his taut little ass, squeezing his cheeks and bucking into him.  \par
\tab After his initial orgasm Jason humped the girl\rquote s gash, his pud was still stiff and squirting some bits of cum.  Brandy diddled her fingers into her swamp box, then sucked on those fingers.  She massaged Jason\rquote s organ and dragged him up her body to whereas she could get to his bone and suck it.\par
\tab She swallowed his balls, too.\par
\tab But it was her pussy that was still on fire.  She fingered herself into euphoria and then commissioned Jason to re-fuck her.  What she needed was a bigger dick!  But Jason was okay, she got him to grind on her and gyrate about and to pump furiously like it was his last fuck.\par
\tab Jason stood leaning against a sapling, watching in awe (still) as Brandy squatted nearby urinating.  She farted, too.  After puddling she stood and smiled at Jason.  Jason smiled back, this had been more (much more) than he had expected.  His cock hadn\rquote t died down, he stroked it and watched the naked teenager as she selected her clothing and began to dress.\par
\tab After dressing, save for her bra and top, Brandy helped the boy into his clothes, save for the zipping up.  She gave him a little more pleasure, squeezing his balls and working his cock.  She kissed him, deeply, and then let him suckle on her breasts.  The euphoric feeling of sexual lust resumed, but they were out of time and Jason had to get back before anyone worried.\par
\tab The \ldblquote spies\rdblquote  followed stealthfully behind, keeping into the woods until such a time as it was necessary to come out into the open, so as to keep Brandy and Jason in sight.  They crossed thru the middle of the Park, coming into where there were more peoples about picnicking, outbuildings, and small groups of kiddies at play.\par
\tab Brandy wheeled Jason into the Cartersville hospital and was gone.  Chris and Harold continued their walk, observing young little girls tumbling in the park across the street they had just come out off.  Little girls in short skirts and dresses or wide open legged shorts.  The boys looked to one another and hot footed it to the malt shoppe.\par
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\tab On their second malt apiece who should waltz into the shoppe but Brandy!  She was so cute, so pretty, so horny.  Her demeanor was unlike how she had been earlier--horny.  Her bouncy pony tail, sweet smile, she placed an order and chatted with some girlfriends.  Chris and Harold wished like anything they could score with those girls--Stephanie had the best ass, Donna had the best rack, Julie was laid back and demure--damn cute she was and generally wasn\rquote t seen in jeans or even slacks, she wore dresses practically all the time.\par
\tab Then of course Brandy.  \lquote If we could just get her alone\'85\rquote  Chris thought to himself, he\rquote d confront her with what had happened at the end of the Park, blackmail her.\par
\tab It was going to be awhile, though, the girl was \ldblquote chatty\rdblquote  with her friends.  The boys focused on her ass, as well as the ripe firm asses of several of the other girls.  At length Brandy made for the bathroom.  The boys had her pictured sitting on the potty peeing, like she had squatted out in the woods peeing.\page\tab The boys were on their 4rth malted and prepping to order a fifth when the gaggle of giggling tarts made their way out.  The boys waited until the group got to the end of the short block before following slinkingly behind.  Three of the gaggle broke off and made for their prospective homes with promises of \ldblquote See you tomorrow.\rdblquote\par
\tab The main group continued for the next block where two more departed.  Then there were four girls left, Subject Brandy still in the mix.  The girls entered into a flower shop and spent thirty minutes in there.  Then they went into a photo shop and spent almost the same amount of time.  \par
\tab Brandy finally was to herself after another block, she had forgotten something and had to retrace her steps back to the photo store, running smack into Chris and Harold following her.  She did recognize Harold.  He introduced Chris and they chit-chatted a moment, then--\par
\tab\ldblquote Saw you in the Park earlier.\rdblquote  Harold blurted out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote  Brandy said not catching the hint of \ldblquote Busted\rdblquote  on his lips.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, you and that boy from the hospital.\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy went a little pale.  She was truly a nifty kind of girl, not really a Plain Jane, she had tits and ass going for her, a pretty face--not outstanding but good enough anyways.\par
\tab She gulped for air and needed it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t sweat it, it\rquote s cool.\rdblquote  Chris butted in.\par
\tab That got her.  She reared her head back, \lquote Huh?\rquote\par
\tab Harold leaned in, \ldblquote You think you could do us what you did with that boy?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy swallowed and small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead.  Her mouth hung open.  Her first response was to be pissed off.  She was shocked mostly, though, so she mulled it over.  She didn\rquote t know.\par
\tab Harold smiled and took her hand, \ldblquote Come on, a quickie anyways.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Semi reluctantly Brandy accompanied the boys.  Harold\rquote s statement that at least THEY would have more to offer than the young boy enticed her, but there were worries, too.  Harold regaled her with their spying. Brandy was alarmed.  Intrigued, but alarmed.  Chris added the stuff about the trestle, and made up some stuff about other peoples they had seen screwing around in the woods and meadows.  He held back the one about the girl and the dog, goat, horse\'85\par
\tab Brandy was still very reluctant, afraid mostly.  But the boys had the goods on her and her narly shenanigans with Jason could spoil her life.  \par
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\tab They paused for a while to watch the kiddies at play.  Brandy noted both boys with bulges in their jeans after watching some particular children tumbling about exposing themselves.  They moved on.\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooooo, are there any OTHER boys you-you--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote\'85you fuck with out here?\rdblquote  Harold amended for his shy friend.\par
\tab Brandy shook her head no, but Chris and Harold didn\rquote t believe her.  She was a pro.  Not a slut, just another horny teen.  Nothing wrong with that!\par
\tab It was getting  too late in the afternoon, Brandy had to scuttle their planned encounter and go home so as she could baby sit her little sister.  She didn\rquote t sound all too happy about that and so the boys believed her.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I can meet you tomorrow somewhere, here in the Park?\ldblquote  she was still nervous and uncertain of the potential dangers the boys possessed but seemed willingly just the same.\par
\tab Harold mentioned that he wished they were at the quarry.\par
\tab\ldblquote Quarry?\rdblquote  Brandy quizzed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, a place where we go swimming, and no one\rquote s around.\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab Brandy shrugged, it was okay with her.  The boys smiled, she was worth the wait.  (they guessed.)  They accompanied her back thru the Park, pausing again to ogle the na\'efve children, then back into town.  When they finally departed the boys hung loose and slyly watched her.\par
\tab She hooked up with a boy, who Harold knew and deemed the boy to be merely a friend, but not that kind of \ldblquote friend.\rdblquote   They parted two blocks later and Brandy maneuvered into a fine 2-story abode half a block later.\par
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\tab He sat back on his haunches watching the cum ooze out of his sister\rquote s hole.  He never minded the scratchy/itchy weeds rubbing against his bare ass or tickling his sweaty cum-sweaty balls.  His cock was going crazy, he really wished he would have been able to fuck Brandy, he sort of doubted she would show at the quarry come the morrow.\par
\tab Suzie made loud slurping noises as she went down on Harold\rquote s cock.  Chris fingered her pussy and still marveled at her glory hole squeezing out his cum. \par
\tab He boys had come to pick up Suzie from her friends and hustle home before it got too dark.  Chris already anticipated a belting for their tardiness but maybe it wouldn\lquote t be so bad.\page\tab Suzie naturally held him the works as she had to have a lengthy goodbye with her friend.  Chris noted that something was up between the two, especially with Shelly, Suzie\rquote s friend.  The girl was blushing and giggling and carrying on so.  Harold shook his head sadly, \ldblquote girls\rdblquote  he mouthed.\par
\tab Once Suzie was with them and their were at last trotting off for home, Chris asked, \ldblquote What was Shelly\rquote s problem?\rdblquote\par
\tab Suzie gushed and wouldn\rquote t say.\par
\tab Chris grabbed her and began tickling her until she squirmed and bellowed that she was going to pee.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go ahead!\rdblquote  Harold said, he helped tickle until Suzie forked over the information.\par
\tab\ldblquote She wanted to know if you guys were \ldblquote hard\rdblquote , that\rquote s all.\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold and Chris fell by the wayside (road) and were in fits.\par
\tab\ldblquote She noticed?\rdblquote  Chris yapped.\par
\tab Suzie nodded, she had noticed, too.\par
\tab The boys were horny.  (d\rquote uh!  When were they not!)  after wrestling with Suzie they pinned her with Harold undoing her pants and stripping them off.  Then, with his mouth he went down on her and tugged her panties off!  All the while Suzie thrashed about--she wasn\rquote t pissed off or mad or anything like, but had to put up a good show just the same.\par
\tab Harold tongue lashed her dainty little cunt, jamming a finger into her asshole, then gripping her ankles together and raising them up.  Chris looked at her at the new angle, he bit his lip and thunk up several girls he knew, of all ages who he had seen with their legs up like Suzie\rquote s.  \par
\tab Suzie clutched at his ball sac and worked him up.  Harold positioned himself between her legs, working his pants and underwear down just enough.  He slid into her delightful cunny and proceeded to fuck her.  Chris got a double blow, his balls into his sister\rquote s mouth with his cock into his friend\rquote s mouth!\par
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\tab No belting, just a scolding.  The news of the Chaotic World was more pressing, mostly it was the bigger cities and the other nations of the world in uproar, their own nation was on edge and in slight fear of terrorist assault.  The family had dinner, though the five malts the boys had had at the malt shoppe kinda curbed their appetite, the boys ate anyways.  They then dashed about in the semi darkness doing the odd chores that hadn\rquote t been done.\page\tab In the house Suzie crawled onto her father\rquote s lap and occupied it.  He nuzzled his chin into her noggin, clasped his hands about her stomach and cuddled her.  Suzie farted.\par
\tab When Chris and Harold slipped back into the house, sort of knowing that something probably was going on.  They were right, natch.  No light on in the kitchen, just the hall light and the dim light from the TV in the living.  But it was enough to reveal; Suzie had her pants and undies being worked down her legs.  Her father beneath her worked his own down as they sat in his comfy extra comfy living room chair.  \par
\tab Carl ran his hands up and down his daughter\rquote s legs, patting her stomach area and lifting off her shirt.  Suzie drew up her legs and removed her pants and panties and then was naked.  She was raised up some, her young body went taut as a daddy dong slid into her young body.\par
\tab Her legs draped over the arms of the overstuffed chair, her father\rquote s cock easing into her well fucked asshole.  His fingers came to her pussy and frigged her.  \par
\tab Harold reached around friend Chris, fondling his friend\rquote s bulge and then undoing his pants.  Chris braced against the threshold of the open kitchen almost oblivious to what Harold was doing.\par
\tab He was only vaguely aware of the naughtiness going on when his pants and underwear came to his ankles, Harold\rquote s bone came up between his legs and Harold\rquote s hand locked about his staff.  Chris reached back and caressed his friend\rquote s ass, clutching at his rod and balls; he bent over somewhat, hands to his knees.  Harold ended the foreplay and drove his bone into Chris\rquote  backdoor.\par
\tab Suzie turned about, raised up and repositioned herself, taking her father\rquote s cock into her poon.  Carl caressed her ass and guided her in a gliding manner up and down his daddy bone.\par
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\tab His fingers dwelled on Suzie\rquote s cunt, massaging the well fucked twat, a twat he had yet himself to fuck.  Harold had fucked it, their father had fucked, but he only got off in her mouth or in her ass.  Come to think of it, he hadn\rquote t been in a girl\rquote s pussy at all!  Just her mouth or asshole!\par
\tab That annoyed him.  Every time the opportunity came around, his cock was stuck with banging off along the Hershey Highway.  Not that he didn\rquote t approve or like it or didn\rquote t get enjoyment from it, the only pussy fucking he had done had been in his fucking dream!\page\tab And when he DID have some opportunity to fuck a cunt, his cock was \ldblquote out of the mood\rdblquote  and unable to \ldblquote perform.\rdblquote   that sucked, that bit nads!  Chris laid his aching organ against the naked thigh of his sleeping sister who was smooched between Harold and himself.  After her indulgence with her father Chris and Harold came into the dimly lit living room.  Suzie scampered off to the bathroom.\par
\tab The boys sat and watched the sordid news, Carl was quiet, masturbating, cum still oozing from his schlong.  Chris and Harold were hard, Chris\rquote  bone ached and ached badly, he could hardly touch it without wincing in dire agony.  It felt like he had to pee real bad or cum real hard.  The most sensitive area was the crown area, but the whole of his shaft was sensitive to the \ldblquote touch\rdblquote , too.\par
\tab Maybe if he wrapped it in a cold wash rag?  Chris wasn\rquote t too absorbed in the news, it was depressing.  He moved into the bathroom, sister Suzie was sitting on the pot washing her cunny.  Chris washed his own pud, then held a cold wet washcloth about his stout organ.\par
\tab Suzie kept vigil on the toilet, her pussy ached, too.\par
\tab At length Chris turned and faced her, he waggled his cock before her, stroking himself some.  Suzie looked to his dick, sort of admiring it.  Chris thought of her friend, Shelly.  Would Shelly freak if he whipped he showed her his \ldblquote bulge.\rdblquote   Would Shelly freak out and tell her pop?  He assumed she was virginal, she didn\rquote t have any brothers, did she finger herself, use vegetables, anything?\par
\tab So entranced was he that he didn\rquote t realize Suzie sucking him, not until the pivotal moment of ejaculation.  He needed to cum, too.  He had been backed up for a while and the need was great.  \par
\tab Suzie\rquote s mouth slid over his aching bone expertly, he imagined Brandy sucking him, Ms. Pepper, any (or all) of the Cheerleader-Five, that horse girl, Suzie\rquote s friend Shelly.\par
\tab He soon was creaming into Suzie\rquote s mouth, she sputtered and spat out most of the odd tasting goo.  Chris rubbed his cum shooter onto her sweet face, fucking her nose and ears.  Slowly his cock died down, it still ached terribly.  Suzie farted.\par
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\tab In the living room Chris was privy to see friend Harold taking cock into his ass.  Harold faced out into the room, settling down on the daddy dong.  Chris\rquote  dad had his hands on the boy\rquote s hips and guiding him up and down until the dong was firmly implanted into the poop chute.\par
\tab Chris groaned and watched as they fucked.\par
\tab Methodically he pressed his thumb into the meat of his sister\rquote s cunt.  His cock languished against her thigh, desperately he wanted to fuck her.  So bad.  His cock didn\rquote t even surge, it languished in agony.  \lquote No more!  Please, no more!\rquote\par
\tab She slept soundly on, unknowingly of his thumbing her.  The day was dawning, a new day.  After chores he and Harold were hoofing it to meet Brandy.  Maybe today he get into some pussy, if she showed.  He sort of felt that she might flake out on them, too.  She could, it would be easy, it was their word against hers about what happened in the Park; but, the rumors would spread, there could be an unwanted investigation.  That wouldn\rquote t be good.\par
\tab They had her.  She would have to bow to their wills.\par
\tab Brandy rolled over, farted, and snuggled into Harold\rquote s backside.  \par
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\tab As always, there were chores to be done before anything else.  The kids threw themselves into those chores and afterwards the boys slinked off to meet Brandy at the quarry.  Both sorta doubted she would actually show, though and they would be surprised if she did.\par
\tab Arriving at the quarry they were correct, Brandy wasn\rquote t there.  That was okay, their cocks were still kinda sore from all the previous \ldblquote activity.\rdblquote   They shucked their clothes and made good use of the watery quarry just the same.\par
\tab An hour later they sat on a rocky outcropping, masturbating and peeing into the green murky water, Harold nudged Chris\rquote  shoulder.  Chris looked into the indicated direction and saw a form moving slowly coming into the light of day.\par
\tab Brandy.\par
\tab She showed!\par
\tab The boys hooted and waved to her.  She had her chance to book and run.  She didn\rquote t.  She ambled up to the quarry site and gave it the once over.  She wasn\rquote t overly pleased with the murky green water, and it was too \ldblquote open\rdblquote , too.\par
\tab The boys scrambled down, not bashful about their nakedness, smiling, dongs straight out, balls surging.  Brandy tried to avoid looking at the boys\rquote  schlongs, \ldblquote Long ways out here.\rdblquote  she quipped.\par
\tab\ldblquote That way no one can bother us.\rdblquote  Harold chirped.\par
\tab\ldblquote You actually SWIM in that?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep.\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy gave a disapproving nod, there was no way she was swimming nude in green water.\par
\tab\ldblquote I know another place.\rdblquote  Chris offered.  It was smaller, a creek fed it, it was in the woods, and a good mile hike.  Brandy checked her watch, looked around, glanced at the boys\rquote  boners, then shrugged.\par
\tab\ldblquote I can\rquote t be out too long.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys shrugged, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  they smiled and Brandy accompanied the nude well tanned lads to the new site.\par
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\tab Along the way the trio yapped about their school, teachers, the uppity Cheerleader-Five, friends, and the Fate of the World.  Chris and Harold continued ah natural (naked).  Chris chose a path where there were places one needed to climb over logs or go up a hill a ways.  Chris and Harold exchanged \ldblquote places\rdblquote  off on and on; Brandy often in the middle as they traversed these arduous areas, thus giving one or the other a nice \ldblquote view\rdblquote  of Brandy\rquote s ass as she bent and struggled over the various obstacles.\par
\tab Finally they arrived at the creek-pond.  It was serene.  Not a lot of sun for sunning, huge towering pines and cedars encompassed the area, the air heavenly scented, wildflowers, wild roses, wildlife all about.  There was evidence that it was a known site, two rock campfires and some trash were present.\par
\tab But only the three teens were present, no one (human) else.\par
\tab Chris stepped into the pool, it was cold.  Damn cold.  But it DID feel good as they had been hoofing it for quite a ways.  It wasn\rquote t too deep, about 7 or 8 feet.  Not too wide, either, about 12 feet in circumference.  A creek actually run thru it, beavers had dammed both the \ldblquote entrance\rdblquote  and \ldblquote exit\rdblquote , but the beavers were long gone, leaving on the remnants of their handiwork.\par
\tab Brandy seemed hesitate, looked around and was apprehensive.  Harold sneaked up behind Chris and gave him a \ldblquote shove\rdblquote  sending him sprawling into the chilly waters.\par
\tab Chris freaked out and splashed haphazardly about.  The water was COLD, but once in you got used to rather quickly.  It was just the initial shock.  Chris blurted a few harsh expletives that shocked even Brandy.\par
\tab Harold paid them no mind and went running in, leaping up and tucking his legs, \ldblquote Here I come!\rdblquote  he yelled and barrel jumped into the center of the woodsy pond.\par
\tab The boys splashed about, splashing one another, Harold spit water at his friend, saying, \ldblquote I\rquote m spitting at the World!\rdblquote  he giggled.\par
\tab\ldblquote This is the World spitting back!\rdblquote  Chris replied and shot a gusher of water back to his friend.  Brandy languished on the small \ldblquote shore\rdblquote  looking around and mulling over what she should do.\par
\tab\ldblquote You gonna come in or what?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy nodded that she was, but not right away.\par
\tab\ldblquote Turn around.\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  said a startled Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote Turn around.\rdblquote  she replied, and made the twirling thing with her fingers indicating that the boys should \ldblquote turn around.\rdblquote   \par
\tab The boys rolled their eyes, \lquote Sheesh, we\rquote ve already seen her naked!\rquote   they shook their heads and turned about.  Harold sucked in his breath and slipped beneath the surface.  Chris blew his breath out so as he would sink better.  The pond water was clear, but not that clear, the boys easily slipped out of sight, and due to the lack of sunlight (due to those towering trees encircling the pond site) Brandy couldn\rquote t detect where the boys were.\par
\tab She sighed, closed her eyes and began undressing.\par
\tab Chris came up by the reeds at the edge of the pond, he did his best to keep from gulping for the much needed air he needed.  He had no idea where Harold was.  He could see Brandy pulling off her top, he loved watching a girl undress, especially a girl who actually HAD something to see!\par
\tab Brandy looked into the pond, she knew the boys were hiding and probably watching her.  She turned her back to the pond and undone her bra, dropped it with her shirt, kicked off her shoes and socks and then paused.  \par
\tab Chris saw her hesitation, \lquote Come on, damn it, get \lquote em off!\rquote\par
\tab Maybe she heard his anxious thoughts, Brandy unfastened the button to her rustic jeans and slid them down.  The back view was okay, damn okay.  She wore turquoise underwear.  Nice.\tab Chris licked his lips, something bumped against him and he shrieked.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t Harold.  Harold jumped, too.  He was just a few feet away, though.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck!?\rdblquote  Harold blurted.\par
\tab Brandy had been startled, too, she whirled about, one hand holding her jeans up while the other covered partially her nude chest.\par
\tab\ldblquote S-something brushed against me.\rdblquote  Chris embarrassingly remarked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh man, it\rquote s just a fish or frog or something.\rdblquote\par
\tab Oops.\par
\tab Brandy raised an eyebrow, \ldblquote There\rquote s FISH in there?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, d\rquote uh, it\rquote s a POND aint it, a creek right there!\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy wrinkled her nose and bit her lip thoughtfully.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude, just come on in, it ain\rquote t no big deal!\rdblquote  Harold insisted.\par
\tab Brandy made a face at being addressed as \ldblquote Dude.\rdblquote   She DID though kick off her jeans, then in a fluid motion slipped her panties down.  She stood and kicked the garment off her ankles.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re sure no one comes up here?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kinda late to be asking that\'85\par
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\tab Quickly the hesitant girl backed up to the nearest tree, sighted in on the pond, then ran bolting to launch off the very edge of the pond into the very middle of it, folding her legs up and barrel jumping.\par
\tab She had long limbs and did a great launch.  The boys treading water flanking her were impressed.  She created quite a wave of cascading waters nearly drowning the two onlookers.  \par
\tab This segued into frolicking.  Lots and lots of frolicking.  Which was actually nothing more than simple splashing one another and barrel jumping into the pond to see who could cast the biggest wave/splash.\par
\tab They also (the boys anyways) snuck up underwater and \ldblquote goosed\rdblquote  one another, especially Brandy.  She was a good sport about it and laughed, splish splashing the boys and \ldblquote goosing\rdblquote  them, as well.\par
\tab At length Harold moved to just sit on the bank of the pond, taking a breather.  His cock was raging hard.  He stroked it and Brandy watched.  When their eyes met she looked elsewhere.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote d like to see Daphne or Hanna here!\rdblquote  spurted Harold.\par
\tab Brandy made a face, \ldblquote I\rquote d like to see them here, too, so I can drown them!\rdblquote  she had no love for the Cheerleader-Five, they were uppity, snooty, prissy, and a pain in the ass to deal with.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Well, you can drown \lquote em afterwards!\rdblquote  giggled Harold.  He sat with legs out seriously whacking his organ.  Brandy treaded water and then moved to where she get feel the bottom.  She had thoughts, bad to evil thoughts in regards to the C-5, she kept them to herself and turned her attention to watch Harold masturbate.\par
\tab Chris soon eased out of the water, he moved to the trees and with his back turned to the others he began to pee.  Brandy could see the stream of his urine splashing onto the pine tree.  More thoughts invaded her young mind.\tab\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude, whatcha doin\rquote ?  I did it in the pond!\rdblquote\par
\tab Oops again.\par
\tab Brandy raised eyebrows and reared her so-so pretty head back.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You did what?\rdblquote  she blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t you pee in the shower or bath!?\rdblquote  Harold chided back.\par
\tab Brandy didn\rquote t answer but slowly eased out of the fouled pond.\par
\tab She moved to one side, opposite of where Chris had whizzed.  Here she squatted and began to do her own whizzing.  Chris and Harold watched, closely.  Harold scrambling on his hands and knees, bending down to watch her.  She sat with her back to them, but looked over her shoulder and saw she had an audience.\par
\tab Brandy assumed the \ldblquote doggie-style\rdblquote  position--although she didn\rquote t know that was what it was OR for.  She spread her legs and the boys had a wondrous view of her ass and pussy.  She still peed and the sight was incredible.\par
\tab Harold leaned in and kissed the flesh of her ass.  Brandy did nothing but clench up some.  She worried a bit, too.  Many thoughts dark and disturbing swam about her mind.  Chris applied tongue to her glory hole, Brandy kind of was startled at that and didn\rquote t know how to react.\par
\tab Harold ran his hands up and down her body, his stance brought his cock to rub against her, she looked to him and virtually emptied her mind of everything, just stared at the cock.  She gulped, bit her lip and watched as the boy neared closer to her mouth.\par
\tab Chris continued working on her rim, his fingers dwelled in tantalizing her furry poon until his cock couldn\rquote t take it anymore.  He licked on her taint for a moment and then moved up to introduce her virgin poop chute to hole hungry schlong.\par
\tab Harold dragged his schlong up to the girl\rquote s mouth, pressing the bulbous head against her face before her lips kissed it.  She diddled her tongue to the piss slit and then engulfed the head.  Harold\rquote s eyes fluttered, he tossed his head back and looked up to the tall swaying pines.  \ldblquote Oh yeah!\rdblquote  he murmured.\par
\tab Brandy brought the slick hot member into her mouth, clutching his ass and balls with her hands while behind her, the other boy slipped the head of his dick into her pussy.\par
\tab But the angle was wrong and Brandy moved about too much and Chris couldn\rquote t keep his pecker in her.  But not for the lack of trying.  There was some joy in the \ldblquote almost\rdblquote  penetrations.  Her asshole was the tightest, the recent dip in the pond help squeeze that entrance tight.  Chris concentrated on that, every once in awhile trying for vaginal penetration.\page\tab Harold had cum.  A great gusher wad of spunk.  It filled Brandy\rquote s mouth, she spat out most of the spew, swallowed some, and the rest was anointed onto her face.\par
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\tab\ldblquote Ever been busted masturbating or anything?\rdblquote  Harold asked of Brandy as they made their way along thru the forest.  Brandy held off saying so for a few steps, then she nodded that she had.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re mom?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab Brandy shook her head, \rquote Nope.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn, you mean you\rquote re dad caught you?  Whoa!  How old were you--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s not my dad, my parents are divorced and my dad\rquote s on the west coast.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Bummer.\rdblquote  Chris said.\par
\tab\ldblquote So your step-dad caught you!?\rdblquote  continued Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote He caught me at it, that\rquote s all.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Did you get into trouble?\rdblquote\par
\tab Brandy didn\rquote t reply for a while.\par
\tab\ldblquote He beat me.\rdblquote  she said at last.\par
\tab\ldblquote What!?\rdblquote  said a shocked Chris.\par
\tab She held her tongue for a moment, tossed her head and sighed deeply.  She was still nude, walking nakedly as her companions after their sex fest at the pond.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, he freaked out and--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Did he use a belt or something?\rdblquote  quizzed Harold.  Chris noted his friend getting an erection again, talk of being caught masturbating and then the subsequent ass beating enticed him.\par
\tab\ldblquote He used his hand.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Were you naked?\rdblquote  continued Harold.\par
\tab Chris was getting pissed, \lquote Enough with the fucking questions, dude!\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, he threw me over onto my stomach and wailed on me.\rdblquote  she said and offered nothing more.\par
\tab\ldblquote Did your mom find out?\rdblquote  Chris asked out of concern.\par
\tab Again, silence for a while from Brandy.  They came to where they could see a car moving along the two lane road.  They stayed inside the forest for a while longer, Harold pissing wily nilly where he liked, Harold slipping back into his clothes.  Brandy followed.  Harold did so reluctantly.\page\tab The boys escorted Brandy to the edge of town, by then it was getting late and both parties had to hustle it home.\par
\tab\ldblquote What about tomorrow?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab Brandy shook her head, \ldblquote Nope, cant, other stuff to do.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Bummer.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve got some stuff to do at my house, have to clean out the garage and that\rquote ll take all day.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris and Harold looked to one another, they had the same thought.\par
\tab\ldblquote Want some help?\rdblquote  they said in unison.\par
\tab Brandy smiled, she was shocked.  She knew, too, that the only reason the boys so willingly offered their services was so as they could be nasty with her again.  She thought it over a moment, stared at the ground, mulled--mulled--mulled.  Then she nodded, \ldblquote Sure, why the fuck not!\rdblquote  she smiled.\par
\tab Chris and Harold cracked up, Brandy was one who didn\rquote t overly cuss, especially not the Big Words.  The boys knew where she lived and they parted.\par
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I Came  I Saw  I Came Some More\par
\tab Stacks and stacks of old magazines.  Boxes of old household wiring, odds and ends of household electrical conduit and fuse boxes.  Rusted nails and garden tools.  Old faded and torn pictures.  Old time clocks.  Old books that were torn, shredded, soiled by garage varmints, debris left over from house construction and a playhouse in the backyard.  Several bags of garbage itself all that needed to be hauled to the big trash dumpster in the alley.\par
\tab There, too, was some \ldblquote straightening\rdblquote  up of things in the garage, Brandy\rquote s mom was a hottie, very trim, BIG tits, thunder thighs.  Well, trim in the eyes of the beholder.  She was slender, had a great butt, but serious thunder thighs and 38 C hooters.  \par
\tab She spoke well and was actually an educator, she taught English and Foreign Language Studies at the local high school.  (Brandy couldn\rquote t wait to get into HER class.)  NOT!\par
\tab There was sweeping to do, windows to wash, a work bench to fix and keep from wobbling.  All chores the new daddy of the house was supposed to do, but he worked too much and was currently out of town.  And Brandy needed the extra \ldblquote allowance\rdblquote  the chore doing would bring so as she could buy a pitcher\rquote s mitt.   She was a bit of a tomboy and pitched for her local junior high baseball team.\page\tab The boys were working for free.\par
\tab Well, not actually, \ldblquote free.\rdblquote   heeheehee\par
\tab There was no hanky-panky while working, the boys did a good job and Brandy\rquote s hottie mother came out with offerings of fresh lemonade and cookies.  She was--a little stern appearing, she was polite and smiled and seemed to be an okay mother, but the feeling from Brandy about her mother was not overly presenting as such.  \par
\tab Chris had scolded his pal on their way to Brandy\rquote s house, \ldblquote Don\rquote t ask so many fucking questions; damn, dude.\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote You aint gonna found out anything if\rquote in you don\rquote t fucking ask!\rdblquote  bitched back Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, but you gotta have more fucking tact that just openly coming out and saying \ldblquote Did you get caught fingering yourself\rdblquote  and stuff like that, man!\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold shrugged it off.  To him it was no biggie, but other people.\par
\tab\ldblquote I sure would have liked to seen her getting spanked.\rdblquote  Harold commented.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, that coulda been cool.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I wonder if her old man got a boner when he did it!?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris rolled his eyes.  No tact, no tact at all.\par
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\tab After shuttling boxes and boxes of crap to the dumpster, Brandy\rquote s hottie mother was heard to tell her daughter Brandy that she was off to visit a friend.  The hint was taken that the boys Chris & Harold should be careful on their way home.  That incurred the hint that the boys should scoot and not be in the same locale as Brandy.\par
\tab The boys took the hint, but there was a subtle smile and a wink between the two parties.  The boys went down the alley and disappeared.  They waited a while, then saw the car of Brandy\rquote s mom leave.  Happily they scampered back to the house.\par
\tab They tapped on the backdoor and it opened.\par
\tab But Brandy wasn\rquote t there, it was a little girl about 6 years young.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello.\rdblquote  she said.  She was pretty.  Long straight blond hair, pink plastic ribbons in her hair, gold rimmed glasses, just as sweet and precious as could be.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, where\rquote s your sister, Brandy?\rdblquote\par
\tab And speak of the devil she appeared.\page\tab Brandy wasn\rquote t too pleased with her little sister, Karen.  She was admonished for opening the door when she wasn\rquote t sure who was on the other side. \par
\tab\ldblquote You never know, it could be a pervert!\rdblquote  she made offhandedly but not so as Karen could hear.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who?  US!?\rdblquote  chided Harold.\par
\tab The boys entered into the house, Karen was scooted back to the playroom where she had been all the afternoon, out of sight.  Brandy spent a few minutes with her, talking to her about the boys--and the boys NOT being there while their mother was gone.\par
\tab Karen was a smart kid for being merely six.  She was damn cute, too.  And she was not entirely Brandy\rquote s sister, just a step, her step-father\rquote s kid.  Brandy didn\rquote t have much of a repore with the little tyke, at times she was completely ignored and Brandy cared more for kids she babysat for than little Karen.\par
\tab The boys sat in the kitchen chugging lemonade, farting, and having lurid thoughts about the step-sibling.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man, if you could, would you?\rdblquote  Harold asked of Chris.\par
\tab Chris knew what he meant without him having to actually spill it.  He shrugged his answer, he sort of figured Harold had no morals and probably would if he could.  Chris?  Chris didn\rquote t know, he might.  Nothing too serious, maybe rub against her bare butt, hump her slit, maybe try to get off in her mouth or something, but no anal or vaginal penetrations.  (not until she was at least nine or ten or so!)\par
\tab\ldblquote I could lick her pussy.\rdblquote  commented Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, you pussy and asshole!\rdblquote  added Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bet she looks good in naked.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Heck, I\rquote d go for just seeing her in her underwear, seeing take a bath or going to the bathroom.\rdblquote\par
\tab Slowly the boys rubbed themselves, all thoughts of the naughty kind were aimed to the little girl.  \ldblquote I\rquote d like to have her on my face when she pees!\rdblquote  said Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote d like to have her on my face when she farts!\rdblquote  giggled Harold.\par
\tab Brandy came into the kitchen, she knew the boys were up to something.  She knew what, too.  She shook her head, \rquote Boys.\rquote\page\tab They made their way up to her room to listen to some of her music, she was diverse and liked several types.  She had a fish tank in her room as well as a gerbil.  Every so often Chris looked at the girl\rquote s bed, imagining her laying across it naked being spanked by her step-father.  He wondered if he the man DID get wood.\par
\tab Brandy noted the boys with boners.  She didn\rquote t say anything.\par
\tab Nervously she kept checking out her bedroom window to make sure her mom didn\rquote t return unexpectedly (as she was sometimes prone to do.)  Harold asked for the bathroom, he closed the door when he went in, Chris figured he was dumping.  Chris wished he had the courage enough to put a move on Brandy, get a quickie or something. \tab  \tab\par
\tab   But the interest was mostly in the music collection she had.  He stood close to her and a couple of times when she reached for something her hand brushed against his bulge.  Did he dare grab her hand and make her fondle him?  \par
\tab He didn\rquote t think that too wise to do.\par
\tab Harold finally returned.\par
\tab\ldblquote Everything come out all right?\rdblquote  chided Chris.  Brandy looked at him, \lquote How crude!\rquote  he knew he shouldn\rquote t have said it, it just blurted out, now he looked like a dork before her.\par
\tab Harold smiled.\par
\tab The phone rang out in the hall.  Brandy went after it.  Harold stepped up to Chris, pulled out of his pants pocket a pair of panties.  Inside his pants he had another pair, under his shirt close to his skin was yet another.\par
\tab One pair was obviously little Karen\rquote s, underoos type panties and very small.  There was a skid mark and a pee stain.  Chris felt his cock virtually exploding.  Another pair was deemed to probably be Brandy\rquote s, the boys weren\rquote t panty experts, but were learning.\par
\tab Quickly they stuffed the undy garments into their pockets, Chris managing to snag Karen\rquote s pair.  Brandy came in explaining that a couple of her girlfriends were coming over.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  said Chris, he tried to look as disappointed as possible.\par
\tab There then was a doorbell ring.  Brandy\rquote s eyes widened.\par
\tab\ldblquote That was quick!\rdblquote  piped Harold.  Brandy looked out the window and shook her head, \ldblquote No, it\rquote s a couple of OTHER girlfriends of mine.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll go out the backdoor.\rdblquote  Chris said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Thanks.\rdblquote  said Brandy.  \par
\tab She ambled out the door, the boys followed.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Dude, whattya doing?\rdblquote  bitched Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?  She\rquote s got girlfriend company, we\rquote re outta here!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck that!\rdblquote  grinned Harold.  At the bottom of the stairs Brandy made left to answer the front door, she looked over her shoulder to see Chris & Harold going right thru the kitchen to the backdoor.\par
\tab At the door were three of Brandy\rquote s close friends, Krissy, Stacie, and Dawn.  The girls hugged and chirped and headed for Brandy\rquote s room.  Lots of girl chatter.  They were soon joined by Mary Anne, Dawn, Mallory and Cheri.  These girls all made up a special club the girls were in, a babysitter\rquote s club.  Instead of one girl it was the whole herd, combining their resources and taking into account who was available and so on and so forth.\par
\tab They all became fast friends.  They all were 13 with Dawn almost 14, Krissy, too.  Malloy and Cheri were the youngest at merely 12 and Cheri was the token African American.  Claudia was of Chinese heritage.  Stacie was Irish with matching flaming red hair.\par
\tab For an hour the girls yapped and babbled, had sodas and chips and listened to ten different types of music.  One of them (unknown who) farted.  Mallory made \ldblquote farting\rdblquote  sounds with her hands.  Dawn had brought a swimsuit she had gotten and wanted to model it for the girls.  The girls were cool with that, she was young model material as it was, great hair, great form in body, perfect for a young teen magazine.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t go into the bathroom to change, she stripped naked right there in the bedroom.  (no one heard the groans from the closet\'85)\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit, you are soooooooooo hot!\rdblquote  commented Stacie.\par
\tab The bathing suit was a two piece yellow striped garment, it snug nicely to her trim body, supple palm sized breasts, fantastically tight ass, great tits, wonderful smile, etc.\par
\tab Brandy was talked into putting on HER swim suit, it wasn\rquote t as grand nor was her body in comparison to Dawn.  But she stripped naked and slipped on the medium blue garment with starfish.  It, too, was a two-piece and snuggly fit to her luscious lovely young body.\par
\tab The music was too loud to hear the muffled groans from the closet\'85\par
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\tab Though the other girls hadn\rquote t brought their swimsuits, they had the next best thing.  PANTIES!  The girls w/o swimwear stripped down to their panties and pranced about willy-nilly.  Brandy still peeking out the window to check for a clear coast.  She also had to check on her little sister downstairs playing by herself in the playroom.\page\tab While she was gone, Mallory and Cheri had to leave.  They dressed and left with Claudia and Stacie.  Krissy remained, stripping her panties off and prancing about nakedly dancing to the grunge music playing on Brandy\rquote s stereo.\par
\tab The remaining girls danced around naked.\par
\tab It was almost too much to bear.\par
\tab But then there was more.\par
\tab Krissy dressed and left.\par
\tab Mary Anne turned the annoying grunge music down and then off.\par
\tab Dawn flopped onto Brandy\rquote s bed.  Mary Anne flopped down beside her, on her stomach though.  Her hand came to rest on Dawn\rquote s stomach.  OH!  Dawn laid with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, her arms up over head, her hands playing with Brandy\rquote s teddy bears.  Mary Anne cinched up closer to Dawn and moved her hand down.  Dawn had a nice poon.  It was blond, a nice covering, very nice.  Mary Anne ran her fingers up and down Dawn\rquote s pussy, twiddling her fingers into the pubes, then delving lightly into the crevice of pleasure.\par
\tab Dawn opened her legs.\par
\tab Mary Anne leaned even closer, placing her mouth onto Dawn\rquote s right breast and sucking on it!  Dawn bite her lip and opened her legs more, she clung to Brandy\rquote s bed and fidgeted goodly while being fingered out.  Soon Mary Anne moved down to begin sucking on Dawn\rquote s cunt.  She sat on the floor placing her face right between Dawn\rquote s twitching legs.  Dawn wrapped her legs about Mary Anne\rquote s head locking her into position.\par
\tab Mary Anne didn\rquote t seem to mind, she munched the girlfriend\rquote s pussy as well as fingered her own.\par
\tab Suddenly, Brandy returned.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit, you guys!\rdblquote  she bitched.\par
\tab\ldblquote Relax, everyone left!\rdblquote  said Dawn.\par
\tab\ldblquote I know, but crap, it coulda been like my mom or something!\rdblquote\par
\tab Mary Anne sat back, eyeing Brandy (clothed) and Dawn\rquote s cunt, glistening.  Brandy shook her head and pulled off her top.  Mary Anne returned to her dutiful work, Dawn squirmed and began entering into an orgasmic fit.\par
\tab Brandy stripped down to nothing, \ldblquote We don\rquote t have a lot of time, Karen will be up here soon to take a bath and my mom will be back soon, too.\rdblquote   she then flopped onto the bed sittingly.\page\tab She caressed Dawn\rquote s chest, squeezing the nipples.  Dawn began to get frantic, making sounds unintelligible.  Mary Anne had quiet the talented tongue!  She held Dawn\rquote s legs, pulling the girl\rquote s pussy open more and driving the young girl into a sheer frenzy.\par
\tab It was then Brandy eased up and settled onto Dawn\rquote s face.\par
\tab Dawn,  Model material, she had an assortment of good clothes, great personality, fantastically young body and well built for merely being thirteen.  (almost fourteen, though).  Her hair was very stylish and full bodied.  Brandy sat on it, massaging the girl\rquote s breasts and wriggling her own pussy onto the model material face.\par
\tab She was heard to murmur something as she thrashed about madly, \ldblquote Of God I\rquote m going to cum!\rdblquote   She breathed heavily into Brandy\rquote s pussy, Mary Anne continued working the pussy until the girl thrashed and frantically freaked out as she succumbed to orgasmic bliss.\par
\tab Dawn bucked into Mary Anne\rquote s face, Mary Anne licked and lapped, feverishly friggin\rquote  her own cunt.  Dawn finally turned over, burying her fingers into her pussy.  Brandy now straddled her head.  She took the opportunity to spank Dawn\rquote s ass.  Mary Anne parted the cheeks and applied her tongue here, too.\par
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\tab Brandy finally loosened up (a tad) and laid out on her bed width wise, legs open, pussy  pointed to her closet door.  Dawn settled on her face and went down on her, Mary Anne continued to nosh on Dawn\rquote s ass, licking her hole, spanking her--every now and then Dawn moved up some and Mary Anne sat on Brandy\rquote s face for a licking.\par
\tab This went on for several minutes until the sound of a door slam scurried the girls into quickly dressing.  Brandy\rquote s mom was home.  Brandy was in a panic.  The front door was heard and the girls were only partially dressed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Brandy!\rdblquote  called out Brandy\rquote s mom.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Up here mom!\rdblquote  Brandy shouted back.  She slipped on her pants and fastened them, didn\rquote t bother with shoes and shuttled out to greet her mother.  Dawn and Mary Anne finished dressing knowing friend Brandy would give them a few extra minutes.  They giggled and blushed as they had the time, they then left and still didn\rquote t hear the moan(s) from the cloest\'85\par
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\tab He fluttered his eyes and strove hard to wake up.  His head hurt, his legs were cramped, \rquote what time was it?\rquote   A little disorientation there was, he was hungry, his balls really ached, and WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE!\par
\tab Then it came to him.\par
\tab Oh shit.\par
\tab\lquote Oh shit!  We are in SOOOOOOO much trouble.\rquote  he gulped and shock his companion almost to the snoring point beside him.  It was dark, but there was a light, in Brandy\rquote s room.  They could see the girl waltzing about, NAKED!  Little Karen was there, too.  SHE was naked also!  It wasn\rquote t too dark, but it would be by the time the boys finally got home.\par
\tab They peered cautiously thru the slats of the closet, Brandy sat on her bed and had little naked Karen between her legs.  They hugged, Brandy dropped her hands down to Karen\rquote s ass and squeezed.  This was good.\par
\tab How pissed would Brandy be is she knew Chris and Harold were slinking in her closet?  Brandy kissed the forehead of her little sis, caressed her young bottom and then held her hand, walking her out of the room.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude,\rdblquote  whispered Chris, \ldblquote we are in SOOOOOOO much fucking trouble!\rdblquote   it was almost seven o\rquote clock.  It was a good hour if not more to walk the distance from Brandy\rquote s house to the Mitchell ranch house.\par
\tab Harold kind of shrugged it off, \rquote Big deal.\rquote\par
\tab Brandy returned to her room, turned on some music, jazz, and opened the closet door.  \par
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