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Book 3\par
Sidetrips\par
Chapter 23\par
Just Being Neighborly\par
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\tab She was finally in pants, not jeans, but some funky material atypical of city girl wear.  Not tight, either.  She was still cute so it didn\rquote t matter what she wore.\par
\tab Justin was once more trying to outdo her; running, jumping, leaping, climbing, anything.  But Martha was good at all those things.  Finally the boy encounter Josh Higgle, Kyle Byly, Brad Hoax, and Jimmy Spitz, all ten and eleven years old.  Boys of the area northwest of the Mitchell ranch.  Justin thought he knew something he could do to outshine Martha.\par
\tab Football.\par
\tab Jimmy Spitz had an autographed football from some football great and carried it with him virtually always.  So they got into a game of football, and despite the antics and putons and jeers by the boys, Martha was allowed in.  Justin thought surely she would fall flat on her face and make a fool of herself.\par
\tab He was wrong.\par
\tab She was good.  Damn good.  Too good.  She intercepted a pass he was supposed to get and Justin got a little bent out of shape about it.  So an argument ensued and Justin couldn\rquote t let it go.  They faced off and Justin held his ground.\par
\tab Unfortunately so did Martha.\par
\tab All of Justin\rquote s friends surrounded them--it was up to Justin to save the day.  He did the only thing he could against a girl.  He punched her at the shoulder.  She was a girl, where else could he?  She told him to stop and he had better not do it again.  She shoved him back with her own punch.\par
\tab Justin held his tongue and shoved back.\par
\tab She warned him twice.\par
\tab Justin shoved again thinking himself doing pretty good, she was going to cry and run off any minute.\page\tab Wrong.  (again)\par
\tab She punched.  Not in the shoulder, in the face, giving Justin Taylor a black eye.  It was Justin who broke and ran.  The whoops and jeers by his peers was too much.  Getting a black eye from a girl was just the limit.\par
\tab He ran home.\par
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\tab In the home was his father with Martha\rquote s aunt, Ms. Krump, who was a school teacher at Justin\rquote s school, though not directly his teacher.  It seemed as though Randy and Thelma were getting friendly.  Well, they had been and would have gotten friendlier\'85\par
\tab Chris watched the gaggle of still jeering, they scrambled when they got a bad-ass look from Martha.  Pissed off Martha stomped her way back to the Taylor home.  Chris followed, he didn\rquote t know who to follow, but decided to hang with Martha.  He casually thought he might slip up behind her and Flash her.  But there were too many peoples milling about the area, the north end of town had a couple of buildings, a gas station, general store, a small park, trying to build up like their counterpart six miles south.\par
\tab In the Taylor home Ms. Thelma confronted her visiting niece.  The girl hung her head and said that she had hit Justin, but only after he had shoved her.  Justin had failed to explain that little detail to his father and Ms. Krump.\par
\tab Randy was none too pleased with his young son.  He nodded and made mention that there was only one thing to do in a situation like this.  He looked to Ms. Krump who nodded.  She wasn\rquote t a bad dish, kinda homely, short cropped dark hair, dazzling blue eyes, though.  A well rounded face, always-always wore a dress of some sort.\par
\tab Randy escorted his son to the back porch that looked out onto the massive expanse of meadowland.  Here Mr. Taylor sat down on an armless wooden sittin\rquote  chair and pulled his son to him.\par
\tab "Take \lquote em down." he said.\par
\tab Chris stood in the thick patch of hollyhocks, peeking through the porch railing.  Bees buzzed and beetles crawled, but Chris wasn\rquote t leaving.  The sun burned the back of his neck, but he wasn\rquote t leaving.  This was the good stuff!\par
\tab Justin looked back to see Ms. Krump and Martha standing close by.  Timidly and nervously Justin undone his jeans and tugged them down.  He looked to his Pa, his Pa nodded, "them, too."\page\tab Reluctantly Justin lowered his underwear.  His young lily white butt tightened up and he was lain across his Pa\rquote s lap.  Randy seemed to admire his son\rquote s bare ass; so was Martha.  So was Ms. Krump!\par
\tab Mr. Taylor laid a hand onto the boy\rquote s ass, squeezing the flesh and generally smoothing his hand over the cheeks--before applying a stern smack.\par
\tab The sudden smack made everyone jump.\par
\tab Chris noted that both aunt and niece were fingering themselves, ogling Justin\rquote s ass.  Another smack came, then another, then another.  Justin refused to holler out or cry.  Chris knew that he had to get to know this family, they would fit right in!\par
\tab Mr. Taylor then looked to Martha and Ms. Krump.  He nodded and Thelma gently pushed her niece forward.  Not quite sure what was going to happen or go on Martha timidly came forward.  Justin rubbed his burning ass, holding back the tears, an ass beating he just didn\rquote t care for.\par
\tab Mr. Taylor gave a head nod to Martha, her aunt leaned down and whispered something in her ear.  Martha lit up like a firecracker, she was shocked and dismayed, but enlightened at the last moment.  She smiled and then tried not to smile.  This was serious business.\par
\tab She applied her hand to Justin\rquote s ass.  It was a feeble smack, she got a glare from both parental units.  She smacked Justin\rquote s tender ass harder, then harder again, then again.  The boy twisted and jerked about in a serious wriggling manner but his father/pa/dad held him tightly and Martha smacked him two more times.\par
\tab Justin\rquote s ass was tomato red, he was crying, ass tightening up and he wriggled more and more, he was at the point of begging.  Martha, however, seemed to be enjoying herself.\par
\tab That was okay, because soon it was to be her turn.\par
\tab Mr. Taylor stopped the girl\rquote s continuing smacking, "That\rquote s enough." he said.  He rubbed his son\rquote s fiery ass and stood him up.  The boy sniffled and consoled his burning flesh.  "Son-of-a-bitch that smarts!" he blurted.\par
\tab Everyone smiled and Martha almost giggled out loud.\par
\tab Justin was pushed a bit out of the way, he still rubbed his ass, Ms. Krump came up to him, went to her knees and helped him out of his shirt, then helped him out of his pants and underwear.  She then began caressing his ass and smiling as she watched Mr. Taylor help Martha out of dress.\par
\tab Martha didn\rquote t fuss and she lowered her panties on her own.\par
\tab Justin was just about blown away, even more so when he suddenly realized that Ms. Krump was behind him rubbing his naked ass.\par
\tab Martha laid across Mr. Taylor\rquote s lap and he admired her bum for a moment, parted a cheek and checked the virgin status of her asshole.  He had already stolen a glance at her poon.  \par
\tab A light smack to her tender bottom.  A caress and then another smack, a little stiffer than the previous.  Justin stared, somewhat aware that the smacks he received were far tougher than what Martha was receiving.  Then he became aware that Ms. Krump was masturbating him!\par
\tab He was fairly hard as it was, seeing Martha naked and all.  And being spanked also fired him up.  \par
\tab The smackings to Martha\rquote s ass increased and she, too, moved about the lap of her potential uncle.  Five solid ass bare hand ass swats.  Then it was Jusitn\rquote s turn.  He gulped and stepped up staring at the burning butt.  He sweated and felt a little flush.  It was like a dream.\par
\tab He laid his hand onto Martha\rquote s ass, he got a stern look from his Pa, Justin didn\rquote t want anymore smackings to his own ass so he laid a heavy hand to the girl\rquote s butt, then another, but still not too hard.\par
\tab His Pa looked to him, \lquote She shoved you, made you a fool, gave you a black eye in front of your friends\'85\rquote\par
\tab Justin nodded and summoned up his strength and smacked Martha\rquote s ass as hard as he could.  Then again, then again until he had done so sixz times.  \par
\tab His little dinky was standing out straight, pressing against the girl\rquote s ass.  Justin was in fits.  Ms. Krump positioned the hapless boy before her niece.  Martha, a little upset and reeling from the ass smacking gripped Justin\rquote s cock and brought it into her mouth--after running her tongue about the crown, diddling her tongue into piss slit.\par
\tab Thelma continued caressing Justin\rquote s ass, Randy finger fucked Martha\rquote s asshole.  \par
\tab Justin was soon re-positioned, placed behind Martha.  His Pa parted the girls still burning flesh and Ms. Krump guided the slender schlong into the girl\rquote s asshole.  Once in natural instinct took over and the boy began to fuck.\par
\tab He put his hands onto the girl\rquote s hips and pumped madly, his cock slipping out now and then until he pulled out and was utterly exhausted.  Ms. Krump took him and had him help her out of HER clothes!  Chris was blown away.  A bee had stung him and he didn\rquote t care, he dared pull his dong out and work it, twice a bee had landed on the enthused schlong, but Chris swatted it away before being stung.\page\tab Justin pulled Ms. Krump\rquote s full brief panties off and gazed longingly at her snatch.  It was a womanly snatch, a forest covering of dark fur.  She diddled herself and lay out on the dusty floorboards of the porch, legs open, knees up.  Martha and Randy watched, smiling and giggling as confused dazed Justin was brought between the legs and helped into the savvy of fucking proper.\par
\tab Martha in turn helped take Mr. Taylor\rquote s pants down.  He wore beige slacks and there was a "wet spot" already.  His bulge was massive.  Martha gripped it, stroked it, sucked on it thru the slacks.  Randy wore boxers, Martha pulled them down and immediately grabbed the manly cock, kissed it and popped it into her mouth.\par
\tab She sucked greedily, almost managing to take the whole thing.\par
\tab Justin was oblivious as to what was going on behind him, he was fucking!  Her pussy wasn\rquote t too tight, but he didn\rquote t know the difference.  It was "losser" than Martha\rquote s poop chute, but that was okay.  He was totally blitzed at being able to sink his bone into Ms. Krump.  At ten, though, his knowledge about sex was rather limited.  He knew dimly what sex was about, how it was done.  But not much beyond that.\par
\tab Soon Martha was on Mr. Taylor\rquote s lap again, this time straddling with his manly bone gliding into her non-virgin pussy.  Ms. Krump wallowed on the floor, smiling, looking passed Justin.  She gripped the boy\rquote s ass and had him fuck faster--and faster--and faster!\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t over.  Just the beginning.  Mr. Taylor gave his all to Ms. Krump.  This after son Justin had done so.  It wasn\rquote t for certain if the young boy had actually "cum" or not, but the action of achieving orgasm was there.  His bone didn\rquote t die right and go "limp", neither.  He pulled out and humped on the woman\rquote s pussy until she brought him up to sit on her chest.\par
\tab Behind them Mr. Taylor creamed deeply into young Martha\rquote s cunt, pulled out and poked and prodded her asshole.  HIS cock was dying off, he finger fucked her asshole, smacked and gripped her ass and felt her cumming as well as peeing on his genitals.\par
\tab Ms. Krump took Justin\rquote s cock into her mouth and sucked on him, then pulled his hairless tezzies inward and sucked on them, too!  Chris knew that he just had to meet these people.  \par
\tab Martha slid off of Mr. Taylor\rquote s lap, sized up his ooey-gooey schlong and then gripped it and whacked it back to stiff mode.  She took a breather, standing up against the old style washer, fingering her pussy, tweaking a so-so nipple.  \par
\tab Randy Taylor moved down and caressed his son\rquote s ass, then probed it.  Chris gathered that he had done so before.  Justin was having fits, too much sex all at once was orgasm overload.  He slid off, fondled his balls and watched as he Pa slipped his massive manly man dong into Ms. Krump.\par
\tab He leaned in closer to get a better look.  Martha got on the other side to watch, too.  She then giggled and still fingering her pussy leaned to look at the actual coupling in progress.  She placed her hand onto the man\rquote s humping sweaty ass.  She even grabbed his slapping balls and seriously watched the man cock slamming into her aunt\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab Justin watched himself, intrigued, fascinated, awed.  He suddenly found himself with a major erection.  Martha grinned and pulled him to a spot on the floor.  She pushed him down and straddled him, wriggling her swamp box onto his throbbing pole.  She then lay on him, raising her ass up some and guiding his cock into her body.\par
\tab Randy Taylor gave his all into Thelma Krump\rquote s cunt.  Both adults shuddered as they shared a wondrous and blissful orgasm.  Randy slid off and lay on his stomach a moment, Ms. Krump frigged her juiced up love entrance, biting her lips and experiencing more shudders.\par
\tab Martha rode Justin, gyrating on him and seriously getting into the act.\par
\tab This only enticed Randy, who had turned over and sat up to look and watch and admire and become aroused.  Slowly he moved over to the bouncing tush, he positioned himself so as he could see her pussy sliding up and down his son\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Thelma came along and smoothed her hand over her niece\rquote s ass, she then parted the cheek and Randy went down, licking the funk hole before applying his manly cock and fucking her.\par
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\tab Brandy had issues.  With herself.  She missed her mother, she was pissed at her mother for not supporting her during a family issue, but still missed her regardless.  She missed her friends, school--when it would return to session, she missed going out in town and everything.  She liked the free life and lifestyle of being on the ranch, going naked, sex, and all that stuff like that there, but she missed her regular life, too.\par
\tab So after two-weeks she returned home, with Karen in tow.\page\tab The ditty bag full of money & jewels, Chris placed the bag out by the quarry and on a particular hot day the Mitchell family took a breather-swim.  The ditty bag was found by Daddy Carl.  At first he wasn\rquote t remembering the jewelry heist weeks back, but did so when Chris and Harold brought it up.\par
\tab He mulled it over what he should and would do with the booty.\par
\tab The right thing would be to turn it in.\par
\tab "Don\rquote t those places, banks and jewelry places have insurance on that kind of stuff?" Chris chimed in.\par
\tab Carl nodded that it was so, but there were mitigating circumstances.\par
\tab Morals, the "right thing to do", and it would be nice.  Not turning the ditty bag in would only raise insurances and other plausible domino problems, but Carl noted that he didn\rquote t deal with the jewelry store so he was not directly affected, and wasn\rquote t sure if he was even indirectly affected.\par
\tab Not turning the ditty bag in would help out on the bills.\par
\tab A new truck, pay up on past due bills, new furniture, a new tv.  The boys and Suzie would benefit, too.  It was a Godsend.  He knew to play it cool, though.  Not to go crazy and buy stuff left and right.  A little at a time, maybe venture to the big city and buy some stuff and sneak it home.\par
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Just Being Neighborly\par
\tab For a week there had been no word from Brandy.  She finally got in touch with Chris, informing him that she was permanently grounded.  Well, she figured about a month.  She was virtually under "house arrest", but had concocted a plausible story and was backed up by her friends.  She was not on good terms with her step-father and her bio mother was finally seeing her daughter\rquote s point of view.  It was rough times at the household.  \par
\tab "You know yer welcome to come back out to the house." Chris told her plainly.\par
\tab "I know, thanks." Brandy replied.  "See you in school."\par
\tab Chris said his goodbye, school.  She just HAD to mention that.\par
\tab Although with the Flash Pen still working, returning to school might not be so bad!  He grinned and went about his way.\par
\tab Which was back to more spying.  His efforts led him to dress better, to be more protected while spying.  He took great precautions about his attire and placement, in no way did he want to be seen, smelt, heard, or anything.\page\tab As before stated, the far end of Cartersville was beginning to build back up, this after a devastating fire that had in effect leveled the original township a hundred years back.  The townsfolk simply moved the town down the lane and restarted.  It caught on and (New) Cartersville was born and stayed.  Old Cartersville hung on from the ashes with a few buildings and a few old people not wanting to let go.\par
\tab Over the years its rustic charm had saw new homes springing up, bought up by city folk desperate to escape the trials and tribulations of the big city.  The quaintness of a small town was appealing and destiny abounded.\par
\tab The Taylors were only one such family to move into the area of Old (Original) Cartersville; there, too, were the Darbys and Andersons.  The Darbys acquired that fine two-story house, dual fireplace, huge backyard, private deck, two-car garage, lots of room for an 8-person family!  Six kids, a housekeeper, and a set of parents.\par
\tab The Andersons were across from them in another fine 2-story home, albeit smaller with a smaller family; three children and a set of parents.  The woman was--peculiar.  In her speech, Chris detected no accent per se, but she was from someplace else that was for sure.  He assumed that she was well edu-ma-cated, too.\par
\tab The father was a doctor!\par
\tab The oldest girl, Mary, was fifteen or so.  Then there was a teen boy Chris had seen at school, he was thirteen or therebouts, he was at the middle school of Chris and Harold\rquote s grade anyways.  And the youngest was Kathy, she was seven.\par
\tab The Anderson\rquote s had been in their new home (it had survived the fire, a flood, several storms, and then left empty for several-several years after Mr. Gumption blew off his wife\rquote s head, sliced off his son\rquote s hands, and went blitzo on the rest of the family in a fit of rage over a canasta game!)  anyways, the Anderson\rquote s had been in the home just some three months.  It was a fine home, a rich (albeit spooky) history, fine detail, lovely home.\par
\tab It was chocked full of bushes and shrubs, trellises and other things Chris found it easy to sneak onto, into, be a part of and see virtually every room of the house.  \par
\tab This gave him great insight as to the narly shenanigans that went on there, just like at the Taylor house.  A little different, but close counts.\page Here it is in a nutshell:\par
\tab The children were at school and the two parental units were sitting out on their deck looking out into a grand meadow.  Margaret Chris had seen never wore slacks or pants, always dresses.  Which was okay, she had a body for it.  Beside her was her tall so-so handsome husband who had a receding hairline.  He had a good personality about him and smiled a lot.  \tab The sipped coffee and watched the day progress.\par
\tab Though the potential to cause mischief at school was a strong draw for Chris, getting the goods on neighbors was stronger.  He figured he would dedicate one day, maybe perhaps two days a week to spying on the neighbors.  Or was that 1-2 days a week actually going to school?\par
\tab Chris was glad he was snooping when he overhead a particular intriguing conversation between parental units Dr. Adam Anderson and wife Margaret having a quiet early morning peace time together when Margaret  broached the subject. \par
\tab "Jeff's growing up to be quite a man, isn't he?"\par
\tab  "A man?" Adam almost spilled his coffee; he put it back down, trying not to stain his new pressed slacks. \par
\tab "He's not a man yet, is he? He's only -- what, 11? 12?"\par
\tab Margaret hid a smile behind her own coffee cup. "He turned 12 just before we moved, dear, remember? And, well, I know 12 isn't really a man, but it won't be long now. ... So don't you think it's time he learned things?" \par
\tab Adam stared at his wife. "Things? He can't drive until he's 16. What's he got to learn now?" he bitched.\par
\tab "The facts of life, dear. The birds and the bees? You know."\par
\tab Adam shook his head in disbelief,  "Yes, I know them." he said smartly in his defense.  "But--I mean--well, isn't that what we send him to school for?"\par
\tab "Now, Adam, you know they don't teach those things in school. What's the matter?" she asked in a aire of awe and suspicion, "You've done this before, haven't you? When your patients ask you questions, what do you tell them?" \par
\tab "To ask their parents," he said quickly, then stopped. "Er, but, that is -- you did such a good job of telling Mary, why don't you take care of Jeff, too?" \par
\tab " Oh I\lquote m sure he would love that.  Mary is a girl, dear--or haven't you noticed?"\par
\tab "Of course I've noticed. I'm a doctor. I mean -- but --"\page\tab Margaret cut off further debate. "I found a stain in his underwear that I'm sure must of come from a wet dream. We can't put this off any longer."\par
\tab She paused and let her husband of several years catch his breath.  \par
\tab "I\rquote ve told Jeff that you have something to discuss with him and you would do it after dinner. That's enough time -- if you need to brush up, I mean."\par
\tab  With a giggle, she left him to his own thoughts.\par
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\tab Jeff was waiting in his bedroom when his dad came up later that day after his return from school.. Their discussion was short and, to Jeff, very confusing.\par
\tab "Your mother said it was time you learned about ... things," \par
\tab  "Birds and bees. That kind of ... thing. Here." With that, he thrust into Jeff's hands a heavy, dusty old book and left the room quickly. The title, what Jeff could read gave little insight as to wait lay within:  "Medical Encyclopedia." \par
\tab Puzzled, Jeff opened the thick book up to a page marked by a sheet torn from his father's prescription pad and started reading--or trying to read. The words were long and unfamiliar, and the pictures weren't much help: they looked like people with spaghetti in their laps--no, wait, that wasn\rquote t spaghetti--Jeff made a face and closed the book.\par
\tab The next day, Jeff dropped in at his father's office after school.  His father worked in town and had an office in the big city a couple hours away.  He also had an office in his home.  \par
\tab Jeff shrugged and told his dad he'd tried to read the book but the words were too big and the pictures didn't make any sense.\par
\tab "Hmmm. Well," his father said heavily, "do you understand any of it?" he said hopefully.\par
\tab "Yeah, I figure it's about making babies and what mommies and daddies do, but that's just 'cause I recognized some stuff I've heard kids talking about at school. But I guess I don't really understand how it all works--what the mommies and daddies do, I mean." \par
\tab Dr. Anderson glanced down at his paperwork cluttering his desk, \par
\tab "I've-I've got to do some work right now," he said, "but I'll think about this and talk to you later."\par
\tab "Tonight?" whined Jeff.\par
\tab "Well, we'll see. Maybe not tonight."\page\tab It was some days later when Dr. Anderson finally made his way up to his son\rquote s room after dinner, carrying a thin brown paper bag. Jeff was at his desk building a model airplane and barely had time to turn around before his father tossed the bag onto the bed and turned to leave.\par
\tab "There, those ought to help" his father said over his shoulder. "You study those awhile. And if you have any questions ..." He left the sentence hanging as he closed the door after himself. \par
\tab Curious, Jeff picked up the bag and shook out the contents:  three magazines about the size of comic books, with pictures of women on the covers. He started flipping through one: more women, but they were naked. And men. And they were touching each other and so much more!\par
\tab Each night after school for the next week or so, Jeff hurried up to his room after dinner and pored over the books. It didn't take him that long to figure out what was going on, it gave him terrific hard-ons; his mind focused on the naked women, in his mind he got the idea of what every girl he knew in his class looked like naked, going to the bathroom, showering, bending over, everything!\par
\tab He grew accustomed to the things that happened when he looked, and figured out that the stuff that came out of his penis was the same stuff he'd found in his shorts once in a while recently, when he woke up in the morning. Soon he found that if he rubbed his penis while he looked, he could make the stuff come out even more--plus it  felt pretty darn good, too.\par
\tab In time the nudy mags were just about all he could think about.  He even had begun to think about his mom, and sister!  \par
\tab One night he even snuck up to his older sister Mary's door, while their parents were still downstairs. He crept up to the keyhole and peeked in. He got to see her take off her blouse, but she had a bra on underneath and before she took that off or anything else she moved to the other side of the room and he couldn't see anything.\par
\tab He began digging into the clothes hamper, there was a separate hamper for himself and one for his sister in the common bathroom they shared.  Jeff began to get emotionally attached to his sister\rquote s panties and bras.  He snagged a pair of her \ldblquote dirty\rdblquote  undies and whacked himself with them wrapped about his cock.\par
\tab Then came one Saturday night. The folks were going out to dinner and a movie and maybe dancing after, they said.   It would just be Jeff and sister Mary at home, little sibling sister Kathy was spending the night at a friends.\page\tab  Jeff bounded up the stairs, contented in the fact that he would at least not be bothered by his parents or pesky little sister.  Mary would be on the phone chatting with her girlfriends.  She had mentioned watching some TV and having some popcorn later on, and invited Jeff to share the brother/sister experience.  He rolled his eyes and made a hasty exit.\par
\tab In the sanctity of his room he pulled out the magazines and got busy drooling and lightly humping the bed methodically.  After a little while, he tossed the books aside and lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling.\par
\tab Suddenly Mary tapped on the door and walked in. Lost in thoughts, he'd forgotten about the books on the bed until Mary spotted them and reached down. She got one before he could stop her. She also noted his \ldblquote bulge.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeff was a little peeved at her \ldblquote just waltzing in.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I could have been changing clothes or something!\rdblquote  he bitched, \rquote or something.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh hush, it\rquote s not like I\rquote ve never seen you naked before!\rdblquote\par
\tab Her eyes grew wide as she flipped thru the dirty magazine.\par
\tab "Where did you get this? What if Mom and Dad find out?" \par
\tab "Well, Dad GAVE it to me," he said in his defense and justification. \tab "I'm supposed to LERN stuff from it." \par
\tab Mary was suspicious. "Learn stuff? Just what are you supposed to be learning?" \par
\tab "You know--what's in there. Birds and bees, Dad said. You know." He said being sheepish and somewhat timid.  He couldn\rquote t believe how cool his sis was being.\par
\tab\ldblquote Birds and Bees!?  Oh my!  Didn't Mom talk to you about that?" \tab "No. I think she's the one who told Dad to talk to me, though. But he didn't seem to want to talk about it. First he gave me this big old book, but I couldn't figure out the words. So he gave me these." He explained dryly. \tab Mary flopped down on the bed by her brother to look at them. As she stretched out on the bed and flipped through the books, Jeff looked over his sister. In her mid-teens, she had already filled out; he knew that from his peek through the keyhole. She had smooth, white skin, with just a hint of a tan. Her legs were long and slender.  A plain white blouse she wore with a plaid skirt.\par
\tab What was she wearing underneath?  Her blue panties that were sheer and soft, the pink ones with all the yucky flowers?  Jeff suddenly found himself humping the bed (again.)\page\tab While Mary was still engrossed in the pictures, Jeff cautiously reached out a hand and began to stroke her back. He barely touched her, but he could feel the thick strap of her bra as he slid his hand up and down.  He couldn\rquote t help it, he felt as though he was no longer in control of his actions.\par
\tab Mary didn't seem to notice  (or care.)   He could feel his penis growing stiff and hard. He began to scoot on the bed, forcing the issue of bed humping, sitting up some, arching his back.  He chanced to stare at his sister\rquote s butt.\par
\tab He applied more pressure to the act, straining, grinding, elongating his rod inside his underwear trying to achieve the maximum pleasure. Mary stirred and gave him a so-so glance at his actions.  \par
\tab Jeff arched his back and watched as seemingly surreptitiously scratched or rubbed her butt.  In doing so she managed to pull up her mid thigh length skirt revealing her deliciously shaped and appealing butt.\par
\tab Mary continued to flip thru the glossy pages of the dirty naughty magazine, some of the ads were just as raunchy!  Jeff\rquote s eyes were focused on her butt, during her \ldblquote scratch\rdblquote  she had managed to pull the skirt up reveal a great deal of ass.  She wore her powder blue panties, with little daisies all over them.  Jeff gulped, his eyes fluttered and his mind spun.\par
\tab\ldblquote Jeff, would you mind rubbing my back?\rdblquote  his sister said quietly.\par
\tab Jeff gulped for air.  \rquote W-what?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I played tennis with that Dorothy Malone and she made it as difficult as she possibly could.\rdblquote   she continued flipping thru the magazine until she had gone thru every page, then selected another magazine.  \ldblquote I wish mother would have gotten me these when I was your age.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jeff nearly fell off the bed.  (Chris, on the trellis outside the window nearly fell himself!\par
\tab  Jeff obliged his sister and began a duty of rubbing her shoulders.\par
\tab This went on until sister Mary had completed perusing the second magazine and was on the third.  By then Jeff was seriously worked up and rubbing his hands down on the middle of her back.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lower Jeff, please.\rdblquote  said his sister quietly.\par
\tab Jeff gulped and further obliged, pressing the heel of his hands into the small of her back.  Uninhibited his massaging grew intense and to his surprise no adverse reactions from his sister.  She even reached back and pulled her blouse out of her skirt!\par
\tab He felt immense pressure between his legs, his cock was ready to explode.  He kept rubbing, taking daring escapades of slipping his fingers just under the hem of Mary\rquote s skirt.\page\tab Encouraged with his sister\rquote s lack of emotion his fingers slipped further and further under the skirt.  She wriggled her butt and Jeff thought he would surely explode right then and there.\par
\tab A sizzle went through him as his fingers came to the hem of her panties.  He bit his lip and slipped daring fingers underneath.  His eyes focused on her gently wriggling ass as it had been exposed earlier.\par
\tab Her skin was warm to his touch.  \ldblquote Go up my sides, Jeff.\rdblquote   she told him.  Jeff gulped, he hoped he hadn\rquote t spoiled it and stepped over the line.  Diligently he complied and ran his hands up and down Mary\rquote s torso.\par
\tab He found that that was just as good, her skin was oh so soft!  He was beside himself with orgasmic feelings never before felt let alone experienced.\par
\tab His daring fingers came to her bra strap and he followed it along to the bra cup.  This was beyond anything he could have hoped for, many times he had fondled her bra, but this was the first time her breasts had been inside!\par
\tab Mary raised herself up slightly onto her elbows. Jeff eagerly reached for more titty, moving around to kneel astride her and putting both hands firmly on the cups; his rock hard pre-teen schlong pressing against her side.\par
\tab  Tentatively he moved the tip of his dick back and forth, rubbing against her. Neither of them had said a word during the deed.\par
\tab And then it happened.\par
\tab Their bodies meshed, arms and legs akimbo, pelvis\rquote  bashing together in a hurried manner.  Sister Mary\rquote s hands roamed the back of her younger brother, slinking down to undo his pants and free his willy.  He wore boxers and his \ldblquote willy\rdblquote  was already out the boxer opening.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh God, Jeff!\ldblquote  she said aloud.  Not in distress or pissed-offedness, she took the member and smiled, gleaming at the pulsing slinky.  Her other hand fumbled about trying to get her blouse off.\par
\tab Jeff helped her with that.  Mary worked his organ, the tio of it was already soaked in pre-cum.  Mary went down and began lapping up the jiz, it further blew young Jeff\rquote s mind.\par
\tab Oh God, sis!\ldblquote  he exclaimed.\par
\tab She sat up, smiling, lips glistening with his pre-spunk.\par
\tab She sat cockeyed with one leg folded and the other out, her foot under his pillow, finding another small batch of dirty nudy magazines.\par
\tab She reached around her and undone her bra, and then there they were, a set of two beautiful breasts, early \ldblquote B\rdblquote  cup.  Perfect nipples, perfect supple skin.  More pre-cum spilled and coated the head of Jeff\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Mary sat up and pulled her brother up, too.  She was taller than he, even on her knees.  She pressed his body to hers, more specifically his penis, bringing it to rub against her pussy, still clad in her panties.\par
\tab On his own he humped some, then Mary pulled the crotch of her undies open and pressed the head of her brother\rquote s cock into her body.  Jeff focused on his sister\rquote s bare naked breasts, smiled and was barely aware of Mary gliding his cock into her.\par
\tab Mary's nipples were hard and Jeff could feel them tickling his hairless chest as he and his sister twisted on his rumpled bed. Her breasts weren't as big as those in the books, but these were real and right there. He hungrily moved down and sucked on them, putting into practice what he'd learned from the pictures. Mary's back arched as he slid his tongue along the mounds and then flicked at the nipples that stood out from her small brown aureoles.\par
\tab Jeff lay on his sister, his naked sister.  He himself was just as naked.  Their passion heating up tenfold.  \ldblquote Oh God, Mary!\rdblquote  the boy said as his cock slid into his sister\rquote s cunt.  Mary gripped his young tender smooth ass and helped him penetrate her.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t a virgin, but oh well.\par
\tab  After a few false starts as it slipped up or down, at last his shaft drove between her lips and into her hot, wet tunnel.  Almost immediately he felt an orgasm building within him.  They pumped one another, Mary clenching her brother\rquote s ass, digging into almost his asshole.  She rubbed her hands up and down his bare backside and bucked into him.  Her breasts were super sensitive and pressed hard against her brother\rquote s chest.\par
\tab Lightly they kissed, it was passion out of control, it was one thing for a brother & sister to fuck and carry on so, but to actually kiss!  It was a despicable thought to entertain, they barely \ldblquote touched\rdblquote  one another (aside from the fucking on the bed.)  \par
\tab Suddenly a gusher load of orgasmic bliss came.  It was sensational.\par
\tab Mary felt the same, she bucked continuously into her brother, not allowing him to \ldblquote pull out\rdblquote  until she herself had had all of hers.\par
\tab  Very soon his penis began to swell again. As she felt her brother's cock fill her vagina again, Mary resumed the rhythm. Jeff joined in, heaving his hips into the air and driving them down again. Squashy noises burbled out of Mary's hole as their juices bubbled out under the pressure of his thrusts. "Yes, yes, that's it!" Mary shouted. Jeff could only grunt his excitement and joy as he pounded away. Her hips rose around him, opening herself wider to his thrusts.\page\tab "Oh, God," she said, "I\rquote m gonna cum again!\rdblquote   The orgasm shook her body over and over while Jeff held himself still, feeling the sensations of his sister's cumming wash over his cock and spread through his whole body. \tab When Mary's tremors quieted down, Jeff tried to resume his thrusting, but found a strange laziness overwhelming him.  He pulled out and rested his cock onto her gash.\par
\tab They kissed some more, now with tongues gnashing inside one another\rquote s mouth.  Mary gripped her brother\rquote s ass, spanking him some and lightly ever so lightly pounding into his organ.\par
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\tab They lay still for a while after their kissing.  Mary recovered sooner than her brother and she snuggled up against him, her hand roving up and down his backside, she settled to dragging her fingers up and down his crack.  Lightly Jeff moaned and finally rolled over onto his backside to stare at the ceiling again.\par
\tab Mary leaned down and toyed with his cum spurter.\par
\tab Jeff bit his lip and endured, for now he didn\rquote t want to do anything.  Not sexually anways, maybe in an hour or so.  \par
\tab But Mary was persistent and she wrapped her fingers about his cock, she grabbed up her discarded panties and wiped her soiled steaming pussy, then pressed the garment to her brother\rquote s face.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  he shouted.  Mary giggled, then farted.\par
\tab Seldom (if ever) did Mary rip a juicy butt blast, she was generally very polite and did not cut the cheese in the presence of anyone else.\par
\tab "Here, Jeff," she said changing the subject of embarrassment quickly.  She pointed out a \ldblquote position\rdblquote  in one of the magazines that was still open on the bed. "Do you want to try that?" \par
\tab Jeff stared at it in mild shock. "Would you ... do that?"\par
\tab In reply, Mary crawled over and assumed the \ldblquote doggie-style\rdblquote  position.  She smacked her ass and parted a cheek.  Jeff gulped and peered at the back entrance, he also noted her cunt dripping juices.  Something overpowered him, guided him, and he came to press his face into his sister\rquote s ass.\par
\tab He licked the crack, it reeked a bit of mustiness; he licked the hole and then began fingering it.  Soon he stepped up and began pressing his cock into her tight but giving anus.\par
\tab After creaming in her hole which took some several minutes to do, Jeff once more fell back on the bed, exhausted.  Sister Mary was just warming up.\page\tab Mary came to her sweaty brother and straddled his face, sitting on it.  She nuzzled her swamp box onto his young face and soon the boy reacted, licking and nipping at her swollen cunt lips.  This action of course compelled his cock to surge and began aroused (again.)\par
\tab Mary took the member and wiped it with her brother\rquote s undies.\par
\tab Then she engulfed his pecker and sucked him, clenching the cock meat at the base and devouring his bone whole.  Jeff pumped into her mouth, he was in some agony, but pleasure, too.\par
\tab Jeff\rquote s tongue drove through the sopping wet layers of his sister\lquote s pussy, pushing deeply into the hot folds. Her juices coated his face and every so often he had to lift her off slightly and gasp for air. All the time Mary was keeping up her stroking and sucking on his penis, pressing her mouth hard around the shaft as her head drove up and down. Finally, Jeff could hold back no longer and his cum shot into Mary's mouth, pulsing over and over again through his cock. \par
\tab Mary choked, gagged, retched, and spurted some of the juice out, but managed to swallow the rest.  Her hips began to grind against her brother's mouth until she too orgasmed, stiffening for a second and then releasing, stiffening and releasing. The motions pulled deep groans from Jeff as Mary's mouth teased at his now ultra-sensitive cockhead. The mixture of pain and passion drove him wild and his hands clawed and clutched at his sister's slippery wet body. Every nerve in his body seemed to be alert; he could feel her nipples pressing against his stomach, her hair cascading on his thighs, her legs squeezing the sides of his head. It was several minutes before they both calmed down and huddled under the wrinkled sheet for warmth as the cooling sweat sent shivers through them.\par
\tab After a \ldblquote cool down\rdblquote  on the bed they both managed to amble to the bathroom whereupon they showered together.  Here there was more astute kissing, ass grabbing, fondling of one another\rquote s private parts and then Mary was up against the tiled wall with her legs about her little brother\rquote s waist.  His cock pounding near effortlessly into her poon.\par
\tab They nearly collapse as the cum-shudder envelops them.  Jeff pulls out and drags his super sensitive cock head up and down Mary\rquote s juicy delight.  He never imagined that boning his sister was going to be so good.  (or that she was going to be so willing!)\par
\tab Mary turned the shower to be more soothing--colder.  It helped revitalize their sexed out bodies.  She toyed with his drooping cock, fondled his balls and tongue kissed him some more.  This only aroused the young fella ONE MORE TIME!\par
\tab This time around, Mary turned about and pressed her lovely young naked \lquote fuck me already\rquote  body to the tiled back wall, parted her cheeks and beckoned her brother to fill her.\par
\tab He did.\par
\tab His cock all soaped up and re-strengthened he pressed into her asshole and ploughed her, sinking in fully he found the position enlightening; he could fondle his sister\rquote s breasts, glide his hands up and down her naked body, finger her pussy--everything!\par
\tab It was a dynamic fuck.  The cold water splashing onto Jeff\rquote s back, his cock plowing all the way it could go into his sister\rquote s asshole, the simple act of sexing up with his sister in the first place--it was beyond comprehension!\par
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\tab Chris was having a blast, he kept the Snooping Neighbor News to himself; for now, he decreed that at sometime in the near future he would make strides to bring the naughty neighbors together for some sort of shindig.\par
\tab Attending school was not on Chris priority list, but he did go.  Harold did not, he was allowed as he was officially a \ldblquote runaway.\rdblquote   Though his parents really didn\rquote t give a shit one way or the other.  He attempted to contact them a couple of times, but at the last minute, \ldblquote Fuck \rquote em.\rdblquote  he said and went on about his business.\par
\tab But Chris didn\rquote t have an excuse and so off to school he had to go.  At least once in awhile.  There were leeways, mostly in that some ranchers and farmers needed their sons to help in a time-crunch and so were often times excused.\par
\tab He still had to go and make an appearance, though.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t mind, now armed/equipped with the Flash Pen school was a little more fun.  Ms. Pepper and Ms. Beaver were not in attendance, though, not the first week anyways.  That was okay, Chris kept a careful eye on the \ldblquote bitches Brandy couldn\rquote t stand\rdblquote  as well as a few of the bitches he himself couldn\rquote t stand, but COULD stand to see tied up, naked, in his basement-dungeon!\par
\tab After school at the Malt Shoppe he once more re-encountered Mr. Thomas, the original owner of the Flash Pen.  He was in company of his very demure and quite lovely daughter Marsha.  They got some malts, talked shop, and Chris was invited to the Thomas home.\page\tab Chris felt kinda badly that ole Harold was along.  But oh well.\par
\tab Once at the Thomas home and inside the sanctity of the humble abode, Marsha was commanded to be out of her clothes.  The young girl paused and began peeling out of green shirt, then wriggled her ass in an odd dance as she shucked her navy blue jeans.  No panties.  Chris moaned and felt his poor cock ache.\par
\tab Robert Thomas had been tinkering with the Flash Pen that he had, enhancing its abilities.  There was no communication involved, a higher form whereas before the communication was limited and sometimes didn\rquote t work at all.\par
\tab It now worked and worked well.\par
\tab Robert took Chris\rquote  Flash Pen and set to tinker with it and \ldblquote enhance\rdblquote  it as well.  Chris was cool with that.  In the meantime, there was the naked Marsha to contend with.  And contend with her he did.  He mostly admired her, then fondled her, caressing her ass.  He stripped off his clothes and laid the girl across a family table and stuffed her asshole.\par
\tab When done he ambled about the house that was \ldblquote closed to the public eye\rdblquote  and found six year old Susan naked being sandwich fucked by brothers Barry and Pauly.\par
\tab Chris continued roaming freely, finding Eve being boned on her bed by young Michael.  Chris joined in, fondling the young boy\rquote s ass, spanking him lightly, then re-positioning them so as he could have access to Eve\rquote s ass.\par
\tab On her bed he found Evelynn, the mother of the hapless girls.  She was in a zombie kind of way and Chris felt obliged to doink her.  He did.  He dwelled on her delicious ta-tas and then titty fucked her, too.   \par
\tab He was having a time.  He was worn out, but\'85\par
\tab He showered quickly then roamed back down to find Mr. Thomas.\par
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\tab The Flash Pen for Chris now boasted an ability to transmute silently whispered messages in a range of 25 feet to as many as 4 subjects at one time.  There were added touch sensitive buttons for the increase of Subject Zombiefying, Decrees, and Conveyances.\par
\tab A very strong lithium battery was installed as well as a Pain Amplifier.\par
\tab\ldblquote Pain Amplifier?\rdblquote  Chris quizzed.\par
\tab Robert Thomas nodded with a smile and took Chris down into the basement.\page\tab It was a \ldblquote dungeon\rdblquote  of sorts, a little less gloomy than the Mitchell family dungeon, it was cordoned off, separated from the rest of the basement dwelling, there was an actual functioning basement--with a laundry room, plumbing stuff, a pool table, refrigerator, mini stove, sofas, rugs, a pinball machine.  It was so well put together than Chris wasn\rquote t even aware of the fake wall.\par
\tab Beyond the wall--the Thomas family Dungeon.\par
\tab Within were some beds, iron frames with simple plain mattresses.\par
\tab The beds had straps at each end.\par
\tab A girl in her teens Chris didn\rquote t know was strapped to a wall.  She was pretty.  And naked.  Her butt sat on a small seat, her arms up over her head, so were her feet.\par
\tab Two girls in the pre-teen age group sat on a bare mattress bed, they looked up as Chris and Mr. Thomas entered.\tab  \par
\tab There, too, were two women, early adult age, naked and strapped to beds.  The straps and such were not overly necessary or needed, not with the upgrade to the Pen Flasher, it just added to the ambience of the ordeal.\par
\tab Occupying a small corner was some video equipment.\par
\tab When Chris seemed interested Robert Thomas explained that it was his enterprising \ldblquote business.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Huh?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I make videos of what goes on in here, then sell them privately and to a market in the city.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was overwhelmed.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s big business.\rdblquote  Mr. Thomas added.\par
\tab Chris went from the video stuff to the girl stuff.  His cock wasn\rquote t too enthused, but his mind was.  Dutifully he forced himself to commit and fuck the Thomas Captives.  Mr. T joined in himself, but mostly was into the filming/recording of the \ldblquote captives\rdblquote , he had his family to sexually satisfy him.\par
\tab Before leaving, Chris fucked the missus of the house and oldest daughter Marsha, too.  He was filmed while he did so; he spanked Susan\rquote s ass then gave her a rim job while she slurped on her brothers\rquote  schlongs.\par
\tab Chris was worn to a frazzle afterward.  He got a ride back to his home, Chris assumed that Robert was just checking out where exactly he lived.  Chris was cool with that, \lquote whatever.\rquote\par
\tab Before getting out, Mr. Thomas said, \ldblquote If you ever want to \ldblquote get into the business,\rdblquote  indicating the video recording part, \ldblquote just let me know and I\rquote ll lend you some equipment.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris shut the door to the car, but clung to it and peeked back in,\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, what about--\rdblquote  he paused as he tried to find the right words.\par
\tab\ldblquote No, the parties involved don\rquote t have to know,\rdblquote  Robert smiled catching Chris\rquote  drift.  \ldblquote My city contact and I both enjoy natural things occurring, people doing things they ought not to do and being caught on film for doing it.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Anything goes?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Absolutely!\rdblquote\par
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\tab Mr. T\rquote s captives filled his mind, the two young adults especially.  Sure he liked young girls, teen age girls, but the young adults were kinda neat, also.  One of the two was a candy striper at the local hospital, the other worked at an office supply store and had been outside breaking down boxes.\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t discuss the matter with his father, or Harold.  He returned the following day to his favorite extra curricular activity--spy-snooping.\par
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\tab Being that it WAS a school day, Harold was along for the snooping.  But catching any narly business at any of the homes Chris had previously visited was remote.  Not unlikely, just remote.  The only thing going on at the Taylor home was Mr. Taylor putting it to Ms. Krump.  They seemed to have become an \ldblquote item.\rdblquote   They were on his bed with Randy on top ploughing deeply and earnestly into his new love interest.  Even from his vantage point and outside the window Chris could hear the slop noise of Randy Taylor\rquote s cock slamming into Thelma\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab Son Justin and niece Martha weren\rquote t home.\par
\tab Chris hoped the day wouldn\rquote t be a bust.  He and Harold moseyed down a small trail, the same trail he had slinked along days earlier following Justin and Martha.  He came back to the spot they had been in and took a breather. \par
\tab Their breather was interrupted by sighting in on a horse & rider.\par
\tab Using binoculars it was a girl, a teenage.  Kinda familiar, too.  She had been in a small group a few days ago, Chris remembered her.  He wanted to doink her badly.  She was all kinds of cute, all kinds.  \par
\tab Carefully the boys slinked their way towards her, she was out in the middle of the meadow so \ldblquote slinking\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t going to be absolute, unless they crawled like the snakes they were along ground.  The horse seemed to walking funny, kinda lame.  It was already jittery and several times came close to toppling the rider.\page\tab The rider, Melody Anne Striker, was fifteen.  Blond with her lovely hair in twin braided pony tails along side her pretty little head. \tab She was cute.  Damn cute.  Dazzling brilliant blue eyes, just right bouncing breasts, a wondrously tight and adorable ass.  She was trim, slender, and fuckable.\par
\tab Chris had to have her.  He just had to.  Harold seconded the need.\par
\tab The meadow growth was barely three feet high, there were soggy areas, too, small ankle deep watery ponds, and a few dozen biting insects.  The Flashing of the rider could be done relatively easy like, but the boys needed to be in range for that.\par
\tab They kept their distance, ducking down out of sight and looking around them to the tree line to see if anyone ELSE was around.  Horse and rider edged on thru the meadow to the opposite end.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t go into the grove of trees there, though, she took the other trail that led towards the dry river bed.  She skirted its edge opposite the Park and moved in a large circle towards some rustic dry hills and a bit of plain desert-scape.\par
\tab Here the vantage point was more to the boys, huge boulders, hills, and plenty of places to waylay someone.  Encountering the five foot rattler put the boys\rquote  pursuit to a brief halt.  After it had finally slithered out of sight the boys hotfooted on, keeping Melody in sight and checking out the area.\par
\tab She was most likely heading towards the Bar-None Ranch.  It was a dude ranch for city slickers.  The chaos of the nation was calming down, not quite back to normal but close counts.  City folks were once more returning to their regular lives and shirking the roughness of nearly being annihilated by a third world nut burger was just the thing.  \par
\tab Target Melody came thru a narrow boulder pass, her horse favored his right rear foot and finally stepped on a rock shard that went into the tenderness of the already injured hove.  The mount reared up and very nearly toppled the rider.  She dismounted wisely and squatted down by the animal\rquote s hindquarters to see if she could dislodge the rock shard.\par
\tab Harold lobbed a rock that broke her astute attention and Chris jumped down from the nearby boulder and Flashed her.  Her eyes dazzled, blinked and she at first attempted a \ldblquote shake-off\rdblquote  of the blinding-mind debilitating device.  A second attempt was made and she stared outward in a zombie state of being.\par
\tab Chris smiled.\par
\tab But there were other facets of the new & improved gadget, time to see if what Mr. Thomas had done worked.\par
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\tab The dizzy teen shook her head as she began to come around.  She felt winded, ill, seasick.  It was the very heat of the day and her mind was a mass of confusion and delirium.  Try as she might she couldn\rquote t shake the effects of being ill or call up into her consciousness what was going on.\par
\tab  Vaguely she became aware of being somewhat restrained.  No, a LOT restrained, her hands, her feet, her confusion became insurmountable and she struggled to ascertain just what the fuck was going on!\par
\tab Having no luck there she settled down and tried to calm her self.\par
\tab This was interrupted by the known presence of someone with her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who are you, what\rquote s going on?  Ted?  Danny?  Is this your doing?\rdblquote\par
\tab More and more she began to be aware that she was indeed tied up.  Her young teenage heart began to race.  She felt sweat rivets running down her face and neck.  She pounded her head back and felt a hard object (no, not that kind) (not yet!) and thru her hands she determined that she was secured to a pole, like a phone pole only smaller (in diameter.)\par
\tab She WAS tied securely to a pole, a phone pole but from a different era, way-way back in the days of telegraph poles.  They were much much smaller than the modern day telephone poles.\par
\tab She was in the \ldblquote standing\rdblquote  position, securely tied, hot, a little frightened--but intensifying by the minute.  She demanded in a quavering voice to be let in on what was going on.\par
\tab\ldblquote Nothing much, my pet,\rdblquote  whispered hoarsely Harold, \ldblquote yer just gunna do what we SAY yer gunna do--\rdblquote\par
\tab Melody\rquote s eyes rolled, her mouth quivered, she struggled against her bindings, she knew--she knew she was in deep cow pie.  Her butt tightened up, her pussy, too.  She began to breath harder, gulp and became very frightened.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, listen,\rdblquote  said a second voice, \ldblquote as long as you do what we say, yer gonna be cool with this.\rdblquote\par
\tab Melody Anne Striker was freaking out.  She had been kidnapped and tied to a pole!  She couldn\rquote t see her perpetrators, she was blindfolded.  She began to beg, \lquote please, please let me go.\rquote\par
\tab A strong hand came to her arm and squeezed it, \ldblquote Listen, bitch,\rdblquote  said a gruff voice, it sounded gruff and therefore constituted as a \ldblquote third voice\rdblquote  but it wasn\rquote t, \ldblquote you do what we tell you or else!\rdblquote  and the hand went from the arm to her butt and smacked it.\page\tab After a few minutes of ranting, a few \ldblquote Oh my God\rquote s\rdblquote  freaking out, panicking, she dared asked, \ldblquote What is it you want?\rdblquote  already fore-knowing.\par
\tab Something came to her lips, gushing.\par
\tab It was sweet and fresh and was quenching.\par
\tab She drank her fill and whoever poured some of the water onto her face and let it drizzle down the back of her scorching neck.  Nothing was said.  Her breasts were squeezed and fondled but neither the first voice or the second said word one.\par
\tab Then, Melody Anne felt their bodies against her, pressing hard.  Both needed a bath, or something, they reeked.  Mostly she detected meadow flowers, ragweed, and everything/anything relating to the meadow she and Magic had just crossed thru.\par
\tab A hand came to her breasts again, squeezing each one.  She knew that there was an inevitable circumstance to her fate.  She clenched up all over, trying to shut her eyes (although already covered) and block out the horror.\par
\tab The horror, the horror.  \par
\tab One of the Two began sucking on her neck, giving her a hickie.\par
\tab The other, or possibly the same began a stern squeezing of her pussy, digging in thru her jeans.  She couldn\rquote t believe that she was still dressed, if she were to be sexually assaulted she thought surely she would have been naked and/raped by now.\par
\tab One of the voice sighed and whispered into her ear, \ldblquote I want you to pee.\rdblquote\par
\tab Melody Anne shook her head, did she hear correctly?\par
\tab\ldblquote Pee, pee your pants.\rdblquote  said the voice again.\par
\tab Melody thought that that was awfully strange.  If not weird.  If not disgusting.  She hadn\rquote t pissed in her pants since she was a little kid.\par
\tab\ldblquote Pee in yer pants, bitch, or we\rquote ll pee in them for ya!\rdblquote  harshly whispered the second voice.  And once more with feeling this voice grabbed her ass and gave it a mighty squeeze.\par
\tab Melody Anne was in a terrible spot.  She wriggled and found that she was very well secured to the pole.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Listen, whore,\rdblquote  spat the first voice whom she deemed to be the calmer and gentler of the two, \ldblquote piss in your pants or we\rquote ll piss down your throat!\rdblquote  he sounded seriously but Melody didn\rquote t have the need to go.\par
\tab More water came to her parched lips.  She drank hungrily and then realized what was happening, she was being set up--to pee!  To pee her pants!  Her face was covered in refreshing water, it felt good to her exposed neck.\par
\tab One of the two voice\rquote s hands once more squeeze her pussy and began to massage it.  Her breasts were squeezed and then she felt her shirt being torn/ripped open.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yer beginin\rquote  to piss me the fuck off, bitch!\rdblquote  the second more harsh voice said.  \ldblquote You best do what the fuck I say, you don\rquote t want to piss me off, you want like me when I\rquote m pissed off!\rdblquote  and her shirt was ripped away from her body.\par
\tab Nextly came her bra.\par
\tab Melody Anne tried to pee, but she was too scared.  She knew that whatever she did in compliance, she was going to be raped.  Possibly murdered.  She fussed on the pole, bit her lip hard and cried.  The harsh voice smacked her ass and then slapped her face.\par
\tab She lost some consciousness thereafter.\par
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\tab When she awoke it was just as hot as it had been earlier.  More water was forced down into her and the need to comply with the Voices became a real thing.  But the notion of pissing in her pants went against her, she couldn\rquote t, it was disgusting.\par
\tab Two mouths came to be suckling on her breasts, nipping her nipples and driving her insane.  There WAS some pleasure in the insane deed, but mostly she knew it was wrong, immoral, illegal, disgusting.  She clenched her young fifteen year old body up some more and squeezed back the urge to pee.\par
\tab But more water came to her, she was splashed with the water, quenched and virtually drenched.  Her ass was smacked by her tormentors, her breasts were mawed and more hickies were applied to her neck as well as tingling in her B size breasts.\par
\tab More water, a little time, more ass grabbing and smacking, pussy squeezing and massaging and finally her bladder was just too full.  Her head ached, she knew she was in a dire situation with no end.  She squeezed her eyes shut and released the flood gates.\par
\tab She felt the sudden deluge of hot urine soaking her crotch and spilling down her legs.  Her tormentors seemed pleased, they jeered and scoffed and undone her jeans.  \par
\tab The jeans were pulled down and for a moment nothing.  She imagined the bastards were gawking at her defiling herself.  She hoped that they didn\rquote t ask her to do anything \ldblquote else\rdblquote  immoral.\page\tab Her bikini panties came down nextly, slowly peeled down.  She had completed urinating and felt the hot sun basting her now virtually naked body.  Her jeans and undies were pushed down to her ankles.  Her boots had been already removed but her socks were still on.\par
\tab A finger not her own came to her sensitive urine soaked pussy.  She cried some more as she knew that soon she was going to be raped.  She tensed up and clung to the pole.  The finger invaded her cunny and dug around.  Another finger of the same hand reached between her legs to poke and say \ldblquote Howdy!\rdblquote  to her asshole.\par
\tab\ldblquote You a virgin?\rdblquote  spoke up the gruff Voice.\par
\tab Melody Anne held her tongue, what should she say?  She bit her lip, made furrows in her brow, searched her mind for the right answer. \par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  she said reluctantly shaking her head.\par
\tab\ldblquote You got any brothers?\rdblquote  he asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Y-yes.\rdblquote  she answered.\par
\tab\ldblquote They ever tag you?\rdblquote\par
\tab For a moment she didn\rquote t quite comprehend \ldblquote tag\rdblquote , and then was disgusted when she understood the unsaid.  She almost lost it, her emotions began to overwhelm.  Her mind became clouded.  A finger was busy fingering her pussy, digging into her asshole.  There were mixed sensations that were beyond belief.\par
\tab\ldblquote How old were you when you first got fucked?\rdblquote  came the voice asking again, more blatantly and with a more direct approach.\par
\tab Melody twitched, tightened her young body, she tried several times to calm herself, to be like her friend Danny Lightfoot, a Navajos Indian boy she worked with at the ranch.  He had taught her calmness, to be one with the Spirit of Nature.  In her mind came the image of the time they had spent in a Sweat Lodge.  They had been naked therein and had made love.  \par
\tab It had been the summer before last.  \ldblquote T-thirteen.  I-I was thirteen.\rdblquote\par
\tab In her tormented mind she casually wondered, \ldblquote Ted?\rdblquote   could it be that jerk showoff Ted whom she also worked with?  She knew he was constantly eyeing her and wanted desperately to get into her pants.  If he wasn\rquote t so full of himself she might consider it, but he was a show off and too egotistical.\par
\tab Could her horrendous ordeal be put on by some others from the ranch, she hadn\rquote t any enemies but the whole group was constantly doing crazy stuff to push the perverted envelope.\par
\tab But this was a bit far, peeing in her pants, being fingered, sucked on and tormented beyond belief.  This was out of the realm of the dude ranch staff.  Wasn\rquote t it?\par
\tab She became aware of her feet being untied.  She hadn\rquote t the strength to lash out and kick the sorry son-of-a-bitch who was there, she tried though.  Her legs were quickly grappled with, her jeans and panties removed fully.  She determined that two men were holding her legs.  Then one stepped up, still holding her leg.  She felt his manhood press against her pussy.\par
\tab Here it comes!\par
\tab Melody Anne shuddered anticipating the penetration.  She wasn\rquote t opposed to sex, but on her own terms.  This was rape, pure and simple and she didn\rquote t go for it.  She began to fuss and make it difficult.  The other person holding her leg let go and then something extremely hot was pressed against the bare skin of her ass.\par
\tab It hurt.  A lot.\par
\tab She tightened up and frantically wrenched herself about, tearing the skin at her still confined wrists.\par
\tab\ldblquote Settle missy,\rdblquote  spoke Voice One, \ldblquote it\rquote ll get worse, much worse.\rdblquote\par
\tab After some settling down and coming to terms with the simple fact that she WAS going to get dicked, she sighed and opened her legs as being told to do so by Voice One.\par
\tab\ldblquote You piss me off again, bitch,\rdblquote  spoke gruffly the Voice Two, \ldblquote and I\rquote ll shove this fired up rock up yer ass!\rdblquote  and he pressed the stone heated up by the hot afternoon against her bare ass again.\par
\tab Voice Two had made vaginal penetration.\par
\tab He sank himself into her fully, held her at the hips and then worked up and down her body, massaging her breasts as he pumped.  Somewhat Melody Anne pumped back, clenching her pussy against the invading prong.\par
\tab Making love to Ted would be okay, but he was such a jerk!\par
\tab There were a couple of other boys at the ranch, even a couple of men she sometimes pleased herself with fantasizing about.  Her fingers gripped into the splintery wood of the pole she was lashed to and endured.\par
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\tab The First Voice had done his thing.  How long he had pounded her she didn\rquote t know, but a while anyways.  And try as she might she could not herself hold back the need to cum.  The sensation of orgasm enveloped her from her tingling toes to her hair.\par
\tab Her tormentor pulled out, humped on her pussy spilling more of his seed, fondled her ass and then apparently urinated on her pussy.  She continued to cling to the pole; the sun was hot, she was naked, being raped and tormented; she had picked a fine day to wander off by herself.\page\tab Suddenly her legs were once more being hefted up.  But more \ldblquote UP\rdblquote  than before.  Way up, it forced her pelvis to jut forward.  She gripped the pole behind her tighter to keep from sliding and getting a back full of splinters.\par
\tab Then a finger began probing her asshole.\par
\tab Oh My God! She knew, she knew what was next.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t know if it were Voice One or Two, not that it mattered, her hole was being sternly violated, deeply.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote ve been fucked up the butt?\rdblquote  asked the Second Voice.\par
\tab Melody shook her head immediately on that one, she hadn\rquote t.\par
\tab Then a \ldblquote bigger\rdblquote  finger came to her backdoor, she didn\rquote t know if it was the one that had humped in her pussy or the second one, or even the third if there was one present.  She clenched up and pressed her body into the pole, her legs were held up high and a cock entered into her asshole.\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t as bad as she had thought, but still; it was a violation.\par
\tab She endured a second anal probing as the other son-of-a-bitchin-scum sucking-piece-of-walking-shit motherfucker fucked her asshole, too.  She felt a splinter from the pole dig into her skin.  She was allowed to slide down the pole, enduring more splinters.  Her wrists, hands, were numb.  Her asshole and pussy ached, her breasts ached and her mind was a combo of all the above.\par
\tab Vaguely she became aware of being removed from the pole and carried, supported by both tormentors.  She tried wriggling some but the strength was zapped out of her.\par
\tab She was carried quite aways and then sat down.  She was given more water and then told to be quiet.  Her young mind raced, so long as she wasn\rquote t seriously harmed she could sort of kind of deal with what had happened.\par
\tab How long she sat she didn\rquote t know, but she soon came to realize that she was alone.  She began trying to work her head about to move the blindfold about her eyes.  Her feet were free, but her hands were still tied.  She had barely any strength but did what she could to wrestle out of her predicament.  \par
\tab She stumbled and went headlong into the dirt, her head clunked with a rock and she lost consciousness.\page                                               *****\par
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\tab There was activity about, something like scrambling.  Wafting in the sullen still hot air was the unpleasant smell of pig muck.  Nearby somewhere was a pig farm.  Already dizzy and weak from her ordeal Melody Anne felt ill.  Her mind was clouded and unclear, it took a few minutes to do so.\par
\tab She was still naked, that much was clear to her; the sun basted her young naked body and she discovered a new predicament to her plight as well; she was now tied securely to a rock, a boulder, her arms outstretched from her body.  Her legs, however, were still free.\par
\tab Suddenly there was light, a great light, the light of day.  The blindfold was removed.  She squinted as the bursting brightness of the mid afternoon sun near blinded her.  She soon grew accustomed to the brightness and refocused.\par
\tab She then gulped and was once more in a dire shock.\par
\tab Before her on the sand were her friends.\par
\tab They were in an area she had been in before, a small sandy pass virtually surrounded by huge towering boulders.  She did not understand what was going on.  Her friends, Ted, Danny, Josh, and Bradley were sitting in the sand, two other peoples were present, she didn\rquote t know them and they seemed to be teenagers themselves.\par
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\tab Ted, Danny, Josh, and Bradley had taken their horses up No Man\rquote s Draw, scopping out a new trail for the city dudes who would soon be returning to the Bar-None, after the chaotic calamity that had swept the nation calmed down.\par
\tab They were missing their other companion and close associate, Melody; she had ridden off to by herself earlier, she had lost a brother and a favorite cousin during the hectic hours of chaos.  She needed time alone.\par
\tab Ted topped the sandy draw first, coming up to a flatland area or a mini plateau.  He didn\rquote t think it was the altitude, it wasn\rquote t that steep of a draw, but maybe that in combination of the arduous trek up encouraging his horse and the sheer heat of the day--but he felt a little ill.  Dizzy, lightheaded.  He felt himself leaning to one side and then hitting the ground.\par
\tab He saw Bradley and Danny topping the small hill and racing towards him.  That was all he could rightly remember.\page\tab Was it a dream?  Or a fantasy come true?  He blinked his eyes to clear the sweat, there was an ear piercing whine in his ears, a bad taste in his mouth, and a queasiness in his stomach.  His shoulder hurt, too; from his unceremonious dismount earlier.\par
\tab He tried focusing and coming to grips with what was going on, but his mind fought with him, something wasn\rquote t right.  He was in a new area, not the mini plateau as before.  The horses were gone, too.  Huge towering boulders, the very heat of the day.  He was on his knees, his neck hurt, he needed some water, and needed to pee, too.\par
\tab There was Bradley, sitting on her knees; Danny and Josh beside her.  All three were dirty, dusty, and showing signs of needing water, shade, and some slight medical attention; bleeding a little here and there, some bruising.  What the fuck was going on!?\par
\tab Ted tried to say something but suddenly found that he couldn\rquote t.  it was the most peculiar sensation; the thought of the words was there, but he literally couldn\rquote t get them out.  Apparently, neither could the others.\par
\tab\lquote Stand up.\rquote\par
\tab The two words entered into his brain, a deep booming voice, STAND UP.  It was like a command from someone else other than himself, but also not unlike his sub-conscious telling him/advising him in those things he would do consciously almost without thought or precept notion.\par
\tab He struggled with this, the command STAND UP came again.\par
\tab Then overwhelmingly there was something like unseen hands helping him to stand.  His legs were weak, he was hot and tired and thirsty and--\par
\tab\'85shaking his head he suddenly caught sight of Melody, tied with her arms outstretched to a boulder--and she was NAKED!\par
\tab He was at first greatly horrified.  Greatly.\par
\tab Then there was a fleeting thought of--she\rquote s naked!\par
\tab It was only fleeting, the realization that something was horribly horribly wrong filled him.\par
\tab\lquote You will do what you are told to do, or you will suffer the consequences!\rquote  came a voice he didn\rquote t know.  It was booming and sounded very serious.  \par
\tab Consequences? He inquired.  He looked around trying to finger out just what was going on.\par
\tab\lquote You will comply, or your FRIEND there (on the rock) will suffer.\rquote\page\tab Ted focused his attention once more to the lovely nakedness of Melody Striker.  She was fifteen, blond, cute, (damn cute) and naked.  But then, she was naked and quite possibly had been raped or something.  His desire for her sexually diminished and he was fearful of her safety.\par
\tab He began to try and get pissed and shake off whatever the hell was happening to him.  But he wasn\rquote t able, in part due to seeing Melody began to twitch and freak out, something was happening to her; she began to flop all around and scream out in dire agony.\par
\tab\ldblquote Okay, okay, what the fuck do you want!?\rdblquote  Ted bellowed out.\par
\tab\lquote Your cooperation.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Fine, then, you got it.\rdblquote   Ted was pissed, but in a different manner.  \rquote Just don\rquote t hurt her.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote No harm will come to her, so long as you comply.\rquote\par
\tab Ted didn\rquote t understand what was going on, but--\par
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\tab He took a few steps towards Bradley.  She seemed to be in distress herself.  Danny and Josh, too.  Bradley checked Melody, made a mouth movement of some kind as if in an apology.  She had teared up and had cried some, but mostly was trembling not so much as in fear as she was in sheer pissed-offedness.\par
\tab Ted found himself standing before her.\par
\tab Bradley was okay, he wouldn\rquote t mind to see HER naked, either.  She was a dark haired girl, more tomboyish than girl.  She was sixteen, was pretty when she dolled herself up.  She was more comfortable in jeans and boots than dresses and pumps.  Her chest had more to offer, but not over done.  A long narrow jaw line, a dazzling face of awe and beauty.\par
\tab She was a good horseman and Ted hated to admit it but even better than he was.  He had thought he had heard her fart once, but couldn\rquote t be sure if it were her or Danny.\par
\tab Danny Lightfoot, the Navajo Indian.  A good friend, followed most of his ancestors ways, but was a city boy, too.  His mouth dropped when he had seen the naked Melody, his eyes bulged when he saw Bradley reach out and begin massaging Ted\rquote s crotch.\par
\tab She then with timid fingers undid his jeans and tug them down to his knees.  Danny couldn\rquote t believe his eyes, nor could preteen youth Josh (the son of the dude ranch the others worked at.)\par
\tab Ted wore briefs, the boys all watched in awesome awe as down they were pulled to his jeans at his knees.  Bradley then sat back and eyed the one-eyed-monster dangling before her.\page\tab Then to alls amazement Bradley reached for Ted\rquote s limp organ and began massaging it, cupping his dangling testicles, caressing his bare ass.  Ted seemed in a bad way, trying NOT to get hard, and desperately wanting to.  Josh was totally blown away, this was something beyond belief.  He was twelve, too, so most things of this nature were beyond even his wildest imagination.\par
\tab Josh was to become even more astounded when Bradley leaned in and took Ted\rquote s cock into her mouth.  She engulfed it wholly, then began to suck on it.  Ted\rquote s bone became almost instantly hard.  Almost instantly.  Try as he might he could not stop the instinctive reaction of pumping.  Bradley held his ass with one hand, worked his cock and balls with the other, and sucked him into euphoria.\par
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\tab\lquote Have you sucked cock before?\rquote  came the invading question.\par
\tab Already Bradley was out of her mind; in a precarious situation she couldn\rquote t for the life of her figure out how it had happened, Melody tied to a rock, and Ted\rquote s dangling bone waggling before her.  She did realize that Ted was probably under the influence of whatever oddity was happening to her, she wasn\rquote t tied up and could well enough \ldblquote escape\rdblquote  or something, but she couldn\rquote t.  she tried.  Each time she tried a terrible noise came into her head, she saw Melody screaming out in some torturous dilemma.\par
\tab So there was naught to do but do as the Voice decreed, comply.\par
\tab\lquote Have you sucked cock before?\rquote\par
\tab Bradley gulped and brought up the image of Jimmy Maltrigger.\par
\tab On a dare they had run naked thru the woods near her home, it was midnight and she was supposed to be home in bed.  It was after a big football game, Jimmy had scored the winning touchdown against Carver, she had been naked with Jimmy before, in junior high.  She had seen Jimmy peeing when they had been in the 6\super th\nosupersub  grade.  \par
\tab He peed again, then flogged it.  On a dare she dared him to run naked with her, so he did.  He dared her to suck him.  It was a flagrant foul, but they were both naked, giddy, and the timing was just right.  She sucked him.\par
\tab She sucked him off.\par
\tab He sucked on her titties and tongued out her pussy, too.\par
\tab She was, however, reluctant to spread her legs.  He humped her virgin cunny and that only intensified her lust.  In the tall grass in the deep woods they made love.\page\tab\lquote Are you an anal virgin?\rquote\par
\tab Jimmy had tried, but that was just too weird for her to try.\par
\tab\lquote Have you seen your father naked?\rquote\par
\tab She gulped, she had.  Several times.  Her brothers, too.\par
\tab Not on purpose, not from her father.  And not always from her brothers, either.  One older bro and a younger one sometimes deliberately whipped their dongs out at her, flopped them and made jest of masturbating.  But there was no sexual contact between them.\par
\tab Nor of her father, uncle, cousins, teachers, etc.\par
\tab The compelling force pushed her head forward, \rquote Suck him.\rquote\par
\tab Ted was a friend, an egotistical son-of-a-bitch, big mouth, a fair horseman, full of himself, way too much into himself, but a friend just the same.  She couldn\rquote t suck off a friend.\par
\tab Then Melody screamed.\par
\tab Bradley felt the tremors of some strange pain seething through her body like electricity.  The only way to stop it, so she determined from the Voice, was to suck Ted\rquote s dick.\par
\tab\lquote Suck him good, play with his balls and rub his ass, too!\rquote\par
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\tab Ted\rquote s cock surged inside Bradley\rquote s mouth.  Despite his good looks, his athletic ability, horsemanship, demeanor, and all that, Ted was a virgin.  Through Q&A it was learned that he jerked off, almost constantly.  Sometimes he DID jerk it with Danny.  Never Josh, though.\par
\tab No homosexual tendencies, but some mild pedophilia ones; some girls at the ranch were cute.  Young, but cute.  Some girls in his neighborhood where he lived were cute, damn cute--and damn young.  He sometimes imagined them sucking him, sitting on his face, in a bathtub with him when he jerked off.  He couldn\rquote t help staring at young girls in their bathing suits, either.\par
\tab His cock increased in size and strength, he felt the familiar stirrings of orgasmic bliss seething thru his rod, he gripped his own ass tight and fired off a mighty hot load into Brad\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab There were several more waves of orgasm to cum.\par
\tab Bradley swallowed inadvertently the first glob, her mouth filled with the remaining and she spat it out.  Ted\rquote s prick popped out of her mouth and she was commanded to rub his bone all over her face, to suck on the head, diddle her tongue into the piss slit and then to suck on his balls.\par
\tab To thwart any torturous act to Melody, Bradley complied.\par
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\tab Ted sat in the sand, exhausted.  His first blowjob.  It was tremendous.\par
\tab He was commanded to complete undressing, he did so.  He tried doing something else beyond that, like escaping or tossing sand into whoever was forcing this bizarre issue, but couldn\rquote t.  some overwhelming unseen force compelled him to comply regardless of his own desires.\par
\tab He sat on the warm sand and watched as Bradley stood and began doing likewise, undressing.  She seemed to try and not to, but was compelled and overwhelmed to do so.  She shook and trembled, fighting back the unmitigated force gripping her.\par
\tab Ted had seen the girl, once, in her bathing suit.  The dude ranch, luckily, (thankfully) had a pool.  Bradley looked GOOD in a bathing suit.  Melody did, as well.  And whereas Melody was more refined, Bradley was--hmmm, more hardcore.  No, hardened features?  She was a girl, a lovely girl in her own right, well blended, semi shapely.  When dolled up she was even desirable.  But she wasn\rquote t striking.\par
\tab Not until she was clad in a bathing suit or naked.\par
\tab She tensed up her neck muscles, closed her eyes and dropped her western shirt.  Whereas Melody bore a lovely set of small cantaloupe hooters, Bradley\rquote s sloped down more and she had more to offer.  Melody\rquote s breasts were ski-slope like when standing.  She still wriggled against the boulder, aching in pain as her arms were at their limit of being outstretched like they were.\par
\tab Who was doing this?  How was this happening?  Why?\par
\tab Ted had no idea.  He continued to watch as Bradley stripped down.\par
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\tab She wasn\rquote t pleased about the situation, not in the least.  She was mad.  She paused when lowering her jeans, already discarding her shirt and bra.  All eyes, all eyes, were upon her.  She tightened up and stepped out of her jeans, having already kicked off her boots, too.\par
\tab She turned around.  Ted briefly thought he heard a whisper in his ear, it was like being spoken from far away, though; \lquote Turn around.\rquote   and after seeing Bradley \ldblquote turn around\rdblquote  deemed that the spoken command was not for him but for Brad.\par
\tab She then BENT OVER and lowered her panties.\par
\tab There was a subtle moan from Ted, Danny, and Josh.\par
\tab Brad clutched her cheeks and pulled them apart, giving the three boys behind her a wondrous view.\page\tab Suddenly Ted was \ldblquote compelled\rdblquote  to scoot forward and \ldblquote kiss the hole\rdblquote .\par
\tab He tried to hesitate but was unable, an enormous force overcame him and he was \ldblquote scooting forward.\rdblquote   He ogled the girl\rquote s ass, it was just slightly tan, it was not a bad butt, a little more to it than what Melody had, but a nice butt just the same.\par
\tab He caressed it with trembling hands.  In a way it was a dream-fantasy cum true.  He had always ALWAYS wanted to fondle (grab) Bradley\rquote s ass, but he sort of frowned on the manner in which he had to do so now.\par
\tab It was a wondrous ass.  He would likened to have had a grope of Melody\rquote s ass, in that thought he grew intensely irked at the manner of which the whole sordid ordeal WAS taking.  This was insane, crazy, unheard of.\par
\tab Well, not unheard of, he HAD heard of similar situations occurring through out the land, yea even the world; strange school bus incidents whereas the students of said bus were forced into depraved acts of sexual immorality with themselves, fellow students, and the bus crew, too.\par
\tab Bradley\rquote s ass was warm.  Nice and warm.  Soft, supple, smooth.\par
\tab Ted pressed his lips to the right cheek.  Waited a moment and pulled back.  \lquote The hole, asshole, the hole!\rquote  came a direct voice that sounded a little pissed off.  Ted gulped, sighed and leaned in, pressing his lips to Bradley\rquote s funk hole.\par
\tab\lquote Get yer tongue into it, lick it out!\rquote\par
\tab Ted bulked, he had heard of licking out a girl\rquote s pussy but an asshole?\par
\tab Melody screamed, Josh flopped onto the ground and began wriggling like a chicken with its head cut off, Ted himself felt as if though someone had a grab of his balls and were squeezing way too tightly.\par
\tab He leaned in and began feverishly tonguing Bradley\rquote s puckering asshole.  There was a bit of distaste to the ordeal, a bit of a \ldblquote smell\rdblquote , and the prenotion of what he was doing.  It all spelled disgust to the teen, he thought he was going to be ill.\par
\tab Thankfully Bradley stood, he heard the command for her to do so.\par
\tab She turned about, Ted still being on his knees poised right before her, staring right to her pussy.  Ted was ready to bust, his cock seethed and returned to full staff mode.  He couldn\rquote t believe that he had cum in her mouth!\page\tab Her pussy was glorious, a nice covering, perfectly shaped.  It was his actual first viewing of a girl\rquote s twat.  He had seen health books and crude drawings, and wee little girls, but nothing like Bradley.  He looked over to where Melody was, she wasn\rquote t that far away, ten feet or so.  She was equally naked, equally pretty beyond belief.  He stole a long look at her pussy, she was in great distress (over the combined dire situation).\par
\tab His attention returned to Bradley.\par
\tab She turned to face Danny and Josh who had stood up.  Ted looked up and down Bradley\rquote s body, staring down at the ground where she had shuffled her feet stepping on her panties.\par
\tab Ted looked up and saw Bradley fumbling about undoing Danny\rquote s rustic jeans.  The Navajo squinted against the sunlight, staring in awe as Bradley did her thing, he tried not to stare at HER, period.\par
\tab Josh did, though.  He didn\rquote t care, he felt odd and badly about how the situation was happening, but hey, go with it.  Josh\rquote s attitude was better than the others.  He was more willing to comply.  \par
\tab Danny himself removed his shirt.  Bradley went to her knees and lowered Danny\rquote s jeans.  HE wore boxers, green boxers.  His cock was already somewhat kinda stiff.  It was already poking out the slit opening of the underwear and Bradley tugged the garment down freeing the cock totally.\par
\tab Then, like she had done unto Ted, she stroked the Indian Peace Pipe, fondled his swelled very tan balls, then caressed his ass--but done so while standing.  She had to press her body into his.  Danny was short in stature, not hardly as tall as was Josh, who was twelve.  Bradley was tall, just a few red cunt hairs under being six foot.\par
\tab Danny\rquote s cock became very erect, Danny\rquote s mouth fell open, he tightened up his asshole and stared at the marvelous work his friend was doing.  Not even jerking off himself had he ever gotten his schlong to be so.\par
\tab Other than \ldblquote making love\rdblquote  to Melody, Danny was a virgin.\par
\tab And like unto Ted, Bradley eased to her knees, worked Danny\rquote s dong into a frenzy and then popped the Indian member into her mouth and sucked it.  (Josh, standing right by Danny anticipated what was to happen to him!  He was kinda gleeful and already had a boner a-bone-bone going.)\par
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\tab Danny let go a gusher load of Indian spunk, the biggest load he had ever let go.  His legs immediately went weak, the sensation of blasting such a dynamic load of jiz was incredible.  Bradley gulped down the first load, as usual, then spat out the rest along Danny\rquote s dong.\par
\tab She was further instructed to suck the boy\rquote s shaft, suck his balls, and put a hickie on each of his ass cheeks.  She was also instructed to lick out his dirt chute.\par
\tab Bradley balked at this notion, \lquote bullshit!\rquote  she exclaimed to whoever.\par
\tab Then Josh and Ted rolled in the sand screaming in dire agony while Melody thrashed on the boulder in agony.  Bradley very very reluctantly tongued out Danny\rquote s dirt chute.\par
\tab Josh smiled in anticipation.  It was more than he could rationalize.  There was a part of him that understood even the minute complexities of how immoral the sordid situation was; but be that as it may--\par
\tab Bradley undressed, fondled his wares, caressed his wares, caressed his ass, then tugged on his schlong and brought it up between her breasts for a titty fuck.  Josh was virtually ready to cum as soon as she had started undressing him.\par
\tab She spent two minutes sucking him before Bradley turned about and presented her ass.  Josh had no idea, but he liked the view.  Now, with her clothes off, it came to Josh what a girl actually was like bent over.  He saw her ass, asshole, pussy.  His cock was seconds from exploding.\par
\tab She pulled her cheeks, face on the warm sand, mind in a blur, clothes mixed in with the boys, Melody tied to a rock.  She was barely aware of twelve year old Josh, the boss\rquote  son, stuffing her asshole with his slinky.\par
\tab The boy only pumped less than two minutes before unloading his juice.  He shuddered and trembled and nearly passed out.  His first honest orgasm.  He was an avid wanker, but had never orgasmed before.  It was sensational!  \par
\tab He fell back and continued to work his cum squirter, staring at it in awe; staring at Bradley asshole, noting how it squeezed out his cum as it closed back into proper shape.  \par
\tab Bradley turned and positioned herself on her back, knees up and legs outward.  She lightly diddled herself, face tight as she stared up into the pristine sky of blue.\par
\tab Ted moved to be between her legs, staring at her cunny.  The command he anticipated came, one that he was hoping for.  He had always wanted to know what it was like to nosh of a girl\rquote s pussy.  Again, though, he wasn\rquote t too crazy about how the nosh job came to be, but oh well.\par
\tab Bradley\rquote s pussy was a little musty, there was the taste of pee.  Her pubes were okay, there was the slickness of her cunny.  Ted eyed the pussy fully, up close and personal, it was unbelievable.\page\tab He didn\rquote t know the exact proper way to \ldblquote eat a pussy out\rdblquote  but licked and delved his tongue into the slicked up tunnel and did his best.  It was a unique experience and would have been 100% enjoyable had it not been for the dire cirCUMstances.\par
\tab He was given several minutes of tantalizing Brad\rquote s pussy, by then his cum shooter was at full fuck mode and ready for insertion.  So was Brad\rquote s pussy.  She quivered, wriggled like a snake on the warm torn up sand.  Her pussy was on fire and needed quenching.  She bit into her lip and almost begged to be fucked.\par
\tab Ted obliged her, though he was encouraged to do so.\par
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\tab Danny and Josh sat whacking their rods watching from behind as Ted\rquote s cock slid in and out of Bradley\rquote s pussy.  They watched his balls slapping and ass humping.  It was quite the scene and got both boys very hard.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t long before both Ted and Bradley succumbed to their ultimate desires.  Bradley\rquote s pussy was flooded with juices mixed, Ted continued to pump to get every ounce of thrill from the diabolical act.  He pulled out and humped her canyon and languished on her for a moment before rolling off.\par
\tab He lay on his back staring up to the sky, for the moment he was his own person, he had his own will, his own thoughts, everything.  But he was too exhausted to act on them.\par
\tab Then Danny was moving, scooting along on his knees.  He came to Bradley who was still in throws of orgasm.  Danny came onto her, crawling up and settling onto her chest.  His fat Navajo cock between her titties he began to pump.  Bradley gripped his ass and sucked on the head of his dick that poked out from her breasts.\par
\tab At length it was clear that the boy was ready to unload.  He scooted down and sank his cock into her love hole.  His eyes fluttered, so did Bradley\rquote s.  Her mouth undulated and she couldn\rquote t believe the feeling, or the horrid act itself.  She had never really consider sexual relations with Danny.  But then again, a fuck was a fuck was a fuck was a fuck\'85\par
\tab Danny did his thing, pumping like he knew how.  Other than Melody (and Bradley), he had sank his cock into two others:  another white girl co-worker the year BEFORE last (when he was nigh but thirteen), and a very very very cute maiden cousin of his.\page\tab He sucked on Bradley\rquote s jiggling hooters and plowed her pussy deeply and dramatically like it was his last fuck ever.  Bradley pounded up into him, clutching him and they both thrashed about madly.\par
\tab The ordeal lasted a sum of seven minutes.\par
\tab Danny unleashed a torrent of Navajo spunk unbelieved.  His body shook and trembled, his ass flexed and shuddered, their naked sweaty bodies meshed together quaked for two-three minutes during the finale.\par
\tab Then there was Josh.  \par
\tab He sucked on Bradley\rquote s breast and she sucked on his cock and balls.  She caressed him and worked him into a fit of orgasm and then somewhat helped him into position for fucking.  Josh was very nearly out of his mind, this was beyond any comprehension whatsoever.  As it was so for the other members of the group.\par
\tab The young Josh found the act of coupling beyond words.  It was better than jerking it, that was certain.  The feeling seething through his cock and balls, his ass, his entire body was flood with unknown unfelt emotions and sensations never before felt.  But he knew he wanted to feel them again.   And again.  And again.  \fs36\par
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