{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 4\par Still Tripping\par Chapter 19\par This Space Left Blank\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par At the Theatre!\par \tab Late evening. Cool breezes. Busy nite life. A big shindig was apparently in swing at the local small town theatre, the only theatre in town. It wasn\rquote t a mainstream movie but a play, a touring company\rquote s production of some well known play.\par \tab Mandy (our wandering-wondering primary character) wandered among the gathered throng; still miffed that she was unseen. She could smell food, she could taste it; she could \ldblquote feel\rdblquote things, feel other peoples. She had the normal bodily functions, she got tired and sleepy. She could hear voices, birds, and dogs. \par \tab But no one seemed to notice her. Was that a function of being in Limbo? The other people seemed to be interacting with one another. Why all the symbolism to sex and sexual depravity? Because of her own indiscretions? Because she WANTED to be a pervert or what?\par \tab Being despondent was an understatement. Miffed to pissed was more like it. Were was the Beginning, was there any end? Was there redemption? Hmmmm\par \tab A side alley. Mandy wandered to the side alley to the mega theatre, it was some historical monument from the heydays of the town. It encompassed a great deal of real estate. A garage was nearby, a light could be seen under the sill of the roll down door, a side door was partially open; peeking in Mandy was privy to seeing a black man in his 60s putting it to a young black woman in her 20s. The woman was laid over the trunk of a sleek low slung being restored Caddy. She was clothed, a bright orange knit skirt was hiked up over her waist, no panties in sight. Her stripped orange and white knit shirt rolled up to expose some bodacious hooters.\par \tab The aged black man had on a work shirt, his trousers were down and he was pumping vigorously into the woman, smacking her ass flesh and right at the pivotal point of getting off.\par \tab Mandy moved on.\par \tab All the way around the great antique but still functional building. Small shops were anchored nearby, but it was late evening and those shops were long closed. Was there a purpose to the wandering aimlessly in the land of Limbo? Was there an end?\par \tab The smell of popcorn enticed her. She made her way easily thru the gathered throng into the interior. No one noticed her or paid any attention to her. She wondered if she shucked the clothing she had acquired along her way would make a difference. She had bumped against several peoples, but no one noticed. No one. She herself could feel them, but they didn\rquote t seem to be aware of her.\par \tab Dead? Was she dead? The concept of what it was like to be in Limbo was evasive. She had thought casually (before this trip began) that bing in Limbo did not necessarily mean Life was over, it was like being in a horrific accident of some sort and being seriously knocked out--in a coma like state of being. Depending on what else happened and how good the rest of the body fared and the doctors\rquote treatments\tab --the person in Limbo could \ldblquote come back.\rdblquote \par \tab If the body had been thrashed too much in the accident and the doctors all out efforts just weren\rquote t good enough--then that person in Limbo proceeded onward--to the ultimate goal--Heaven or Hell.\par \tab It\rquote s what she thought. She wasn\rquote t sure. \par \tab Happily she munched on some ill gotten popcorn. She stepped out of the way, but didn\rquote t know why she should bother--just a habit. One of the busy-busy counter clerks had set down a small cup of popcorn. Mandy helped herself and then got herself a soda pop, too. Slowly she began to consider that being in Limbo wasn\rquote t all that bad. It was bitch that she was enduring it alone, no one to talk to, but other than that\'85\par \tab For some reason the gathered throng wasn\rquote t being allowed into the main theatre. They were gathering exponentially in the lobby and up the stairs to the balcony. It was getting crowded. Peoples were bitching, show time had come and gone.\par \tab Mandy eased to one side and tried peering thru the small windows of the doors to the stage. On the stage apparently it was Picture Taking Time that was the hold up, the production company putting on the play were taking pictures of the cast.\page\tab In the small cubby hole where the 4rth access door was, the unisex bathroom, a young girl approx. eleven peered thru the small window to the stage. A tall man was with her and they shared a convo. There were other peoples about but none seem to be \ldblquote related\rdblquote to the two; and nor were the two to one another.\par \tab There was too much noise to hear clearly, but there was something of \ldblquote kismet\rdblquote between the tall man and the young girl. The girl seemed all a-quiz about the play, the players, and the whole bit. After a few minutes of polite banter the two slipped off.\par \tab Te man looked around surreptitiously. The girl went down a short hall where there was a ticket office to one side and a side door for Exiting only. Once outside the girl went to the alley. The tall man, Richard, followed but tried to make it look like he WASN\rquote T following.\par \tab The girl, Paula, paused at the alleyway entrance. She had raven dark hair to her shoulders. Wore sensible clothes, good clothes. Jade earrings, no make up, soft facial features, soft moundy-mouthful breasts. Dark slacks not too tight, an oversized jacket--it was cool-to-chilly out in the night air.\par \tab Richard nodded to her and made an indication to her where to go.\par \tab The girl crossed out of the corner light of the theatre to the dark side of the alley, and then on towards the private machine shop and auto repair building. To an enclosed dumpster they went, there was a chainlink security gate posing as the fourth wall, the other three walls were off-white cinder blocks six feet tall.\par \tab Inside the enclosure and to the rear of the dumpster where there was JUST enough space. Here Richard pressed his body against the girl; his hands went eagerly up and down her young body. The girl protested somewhat, but not loudly or violently.\par \tab Soon the girl\rquote s jacket was off. Her simple non-descript top came off, too. A small bra she wore, Richard pressed himself against the girl and she protested slightly more. Her protests went unheeded and she was kissed. The tall man scrunched himself down and planted his lips to Paula\rquote s.\par \tab During the passionate Frenching, the tall man slipped his hands inside the back of the young girl\rquote s pants and eased them down. Paula\rquote s hands clung to the man\rquote s arms. She wriggled some and made moans and groans of protested--but nothing (still) in the violent mode.\par \tab Paula\rquote s pants were down, it seemed as though she kicked them free on her own. Mandy leaned against the dumpster, noting its cold steel frame she could feel and the funky odors coming from within she could smell. Neither Paula or Richard knew of her--existence?\page\tab Paula\rquote s legs were placed up and about Richard\rquote s waist. She still bore her panties. The crotch of those panties were pulled to one side and Richard\rquote s manhood eased into the girl\rquote s cunny.\par \tab Paula\rquote s eyes bulged, her mouth undulated, she clung tenaciously to Richard\rquote s arms; Richard supported his young lover\rquote s ass and plowed into her for several enduring minutes.\par \tab Much noise they two did make, but apparently no one was aware.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote Paula made mention several times. Mandy wondered if there WAS a God, or some semblance thereof in the Plane of Existence called Limbo. Was anyone, being or otherwise, in charge of Limbo? Surely God (or some entity) was in charge, or knew of it.\par \tab Richard pumped furiously until the final moment of ejaculation. He came deep, strong, and hard. He pumped like a rabbit until the final moment, then slowed keeping his prong in the girl\rquote s young pussy until he was finally completely drained.\par \tab Paula, too, was drained; a swath of sex sweat. She eased down to where she was sitting on her butt. She worked her panties down and opened her legs and began to frig herself. Richard, still standing before her, panting, worked his crank. Cum strands dripped from it and at length he brought the girl\rquote s head up and began wiping his cock all over her sweet face.\par \tab From wiping to insertion, into the girl\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Paula didn\rquote t seem to care for any of that but gulped the schlong, still friggin her pussy while she did so. Only when a car came up the alleyway did Richard cease his insidious action(s) and step back. He rubbed his ball sac and aching cock, then stood and showered the girl in a wash of his pee.\par \par Act II\par \tab There was a girl approx. ten or close to eleven. Small body, very child-ish mannerisms AND appearance. She was cute, though. Light brown hair to her shoulder, green eyes, a sweet smile, happy-go-lucky. She wore a pink and white stripped top and dark jeans. \par \tab It was the jeans that were of interest.\par \tab She was a flat chested girl, nothing happening topside at all. A late bloomer. She definitely appeared younger than she was, like eight or so. Very cheerful and happy.\par \tab And totally unaware of the fact that her JEANS were undone.\page\tab Not undone actually, just unzipped. And it could be seen now and then flowery panties beyond. No one else seemed to notice--\rquote cept that Richard guy--and Mandy.\par \tab The new girl, Amber, seemed to be chatty with some older kids, some young adults, too. She had a writing pad in one hand and apparently was to take notes on the play for a school-class project. \par \tab The throng of peoples from earlier was formulating into a large crowd, many of which were getting pissed off due to the increasing delay of being allowed into the main theatre.\par \tab Mandy lost track of the two subjects, Richard and the Unzipped Girl.\par \tab She found them, making for the short Exit Only hallway.\par \tab Why the girl(s) went along with Richard wasn\rquote t known. For lack of nothing else better to do, Mandy followed them (again.)\par \par \tab No sign of the previous girl, Paula. The new girl, Amber, seemed oblivious to the dangers. She went to the rear of the dumpster enclosure and like Paula before her, the tall man pressed himself up against her and began an earnest bout of \ldblquote fondling.\rdblquote\par \tab His hand went up her shirt and fondled her nipples, the girl protested slightly. Richard, again, paid no attention. The young girl\rquote s top was removed and her barely-there nipples the center of his attention; firstly his fingers and then his mouth.\par \tab The girl fussed somewhat but was smacked on the ass by her errant lover. Amber clung to the brick wall and sobbed lightly--while the tall man moved to his knees, unfastening the girl\rquote s dark jeans and lowering them. More slight protests from Amber--more smacks to the ass as a result.\par \tab The dark unzipped jeans were lowered--Richard stared at the girl clad in her panties. He smiled. He leered. He lusted. Amber clung to the wall, shaking her head to clear loose strands of hair, she pursed her lips and looked all everywhere else save for the man assaulting her.\par \tab Then, slowly, her panties were lowered, too.\par \tab Just to her knees, very-very slowly. The man seemed more obsessed with the girl\rquote s undies than her nudity. Once the undies, though, were at her knees, Richard\rquote s attention settled to her cunny. It appeared to be virginal. Richard dragged the back of his finger against the young cunny--he closed his eyes and had something of an orgasm.\par \tab Trembling hands caressed the girl\rquote s bare ass. The girl herself shuddered an orgasmic-like awe. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and began to pee.\page\tab Richard was not offended or --pissed--. He caressed the girl\rquote s ass and began suckling on her young nipples. The girl\rquote s urine stream thoroughly soiled her panties and bunched up pants. Richard eased the wet undies on down to her ankles and helped her step out of her clothes. He then stood and shucked his own pants. \par \tab Amber stared at the waggling stiff cock before her.\par \tab\ldblquote You ever see a cock like this?\rdblquote Richard asked licking his lips.\par \tab Amber shook her head, \ldblquote No\rdblquote she hadn\rquote t.\par \tab Richard then took the girl\rquote s hand and had her cup his balls. Her other hand had the task of stroking his love organ. He then had her caress his own ass. This action brought the girl to be \ldblquote closer\rdblquote to the tall man, more specifically her mouth.\par \tab Amber\rquote s lips came in direct contact with Richard\rquote s slick already cumming cock head. Richard flexed his ass and pushed his manhood into the girl\rquote s mouth.\par \tab A full insertion then withdrawl.\par \tab The mighty manly schlong languished a bit before returning into the girl\rquote s hungry mouth. She seemed to like it. She continued to fondle his balls as well as handle his shaft, the whole of his cock slid into her mouth and he did then so pump for several minutes before spewing forth his manly spew.\par \tab The girl choked and spat out most of the goo, a great deal was splashed onto her mouth. The sudden distaste of cum in the mouth filled Mandy. She retched herself. Lonnie and his brother had cum in her mouth, so had those other boys, and those two men.\par \tab It was so real.\par \tab Was it?\par \tab Was that part of her sanity real, or a part of her acid trip? When exactly had she crossed over into Limbo? Hmmm\par \par \tab Amber\rquote s legs flailed all about, mostly wrapping about her lover\rquote s waist as he plowed her. There were grunts and groans but lovemaking was in full progress as the two lay on the dirty-grimy ground. At times the girl\rquote s legs were brought back to the point of which her knees nearly touched her shoulders. Her lover, Richard, sank virtually every inch into her cunny. \par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t believe, she was too young to take such a monstrous schlong--where\rquote d it all go? The man pulled his cock out a time or two and rested it on the girl\rquote s cunt and humped there a moment, then plunged it into the child\rquote s asshole for a few pumps before restuffing the cum soaked pussy.\par \tab Amber bit her lips hard, causing the lower one to bleed.\par \tab Richard shouted out nonsensical words as he entered into the ultimate threshold of bliss--orgasm. He came hard, hard and long--and deep. Little Amber lay twitching beneath him as he completed his task. He uttered a mighty \ldblquote AH!\rdblquote and collapsed.\par \par Act III\par \tab A brisk breeze drove Mandy back inside the still cramped overcrowded lobby. Peoples were getting angry and pissed and barging into the main area of the theatre. It was chaos. \par \tab Richard was suddenly there, his hair all tousled but otherwise in fit form, clean, and clothed. No sign of Amber but Mandy thought she saw the first girl, Paula.\par \tab By the time she got to where Paula had been, she was gone--replaced by a sorta tall very white kinky blond haired fifteen year old. She was well dressed, good clothes, spoke well, and was one who was into Plays/Art and such as the like like that there. (you know the type)\par \tab Long narrow face, very blue eyes, good sized breasts for a girl her age, cheerful and very outgoing--just an inch away from being cheerleader material. A beige outfit she wore, a tight beige skirt, off white blouse, nappy beige blazer. \par \tab\ldblquote Tina\rdblquote was with others, they were \ldblquote good choices\rdblquote as well, but Tina was the target. Richard was suddenly in appearance, standing up close behind her as they peered thru the small viewing window into the empty (still) theatre seating area. The production company was still taking pictures of the various cast members.\par \tab Mandy saw Richard\rquote s hand on Tina\rquote s ass. He rubbed it and caressed it; and soon was lifting her skirt! Right there in the mass of too many peoples, including peeps of Tina\rquote s social class!\par \tab Richard didn\rquote t seem worried. Tina stood up and the man began fondling the girl\rquote s breasts, his hand up and down the front of her body, up under her skirt and apparently inside her panties. Tina strangely seemed oblivious--as did everyone else.\par \tab By the elbow the girl was led out of the theatre the same way the others had. For no other reason--no other--Mandy followed.\par \tab Back out to the secluded dumpster. No one else was about. No one.\page\tab Activity at the right close nearby mechanic\rquote s garage distracted Mandy. A car had pulled up and a young black fellow got out. He was tall, wore a lot of gold jewelry and hip-hop was blasting out of the too many speakers in his nondescript car.\par \tab The black boy opened the door, the black girl from earlier was sitting on the hood of the same car she had recently been boffed on. She was clothed. The 60-something year old man was working on the engine of said car. The girl was filing her nails, legs crossed.\par \tab\ldblquote You ready?\rdblquote sparked the young black, he seemed miffed.\par \tab\ldblquote I suppose.\rdblquote answered the woman. She hopped off of the car\rquote s hood and sashayed out to the noisy car. \ldblquote Night, Pop!\rdblquote said the new arrival as he turned on his heel and went out the door. The old black man chuckled to himself but didn\rquote t say anything.\par \tab The two young blacks got into the car and roared off into the night.\par \par \tab Tina\rquote s skirt was up and her panties off on the dirty cement floor. She still wore her blazer but her off-white blouse was open and her bra had been snipped in the middle to reveal her nicely firmed up 28-Bs.\par \tab Richard supported the girl\rquote s ass with his hands as well as pressing her against the brick wall. His manly prong slid effortlessly into the girl\rquote s snatch. A time or two he pulled free and grinded against her cunt before sliding back into her.\par \tab At length he began to cum.\par \tab Tina moaned and groaned. She shuddered and trembled and clung to Richard, cumming off as well as did he. Both were very drained, but it was only Round One. Richard deeply tongue kissed the teen, then brought her to the grimy floor, removing the rest of her clothes until she was stark nude.\par \tab Richard removed all of his clothes and then straddled her chest, laying his beefstick between her lovely mounds and humping her. Tina brought her head up and sucked on the slick cum laden head of the man\rquote s dick.\par \tab Soon the manthing was \ldblquote ready\rdblquote again; it slid effortlessly into the girl\rquote s mouth and she did suck it until her mouth was filled with spunk. She choked and gagged and sputtered. Richard chuckled and continued humping the girl\rquote s mouth until he was drained.\page\tab He wasn\rquote t thru, however--he waited a moment or two--his cock languishing in the girl\rquote s mouth before going totally soft. He sighed deeply, farted, then urinated onto the girl\rquote s face before moving down her naked lily white body. He paused a moment or two trying to stuff his soft schlong into the girl\rquote s pussy.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t happening. It wasn\rquote t GOING to happen. He blew another butt blast and then went down on the girl, licking her pussy and munching on her--never minding the fact that his own spunk matter coated the girl\rquote s cunny.\par \par Insight\par \tab There was no rhyme or reason--none, Mandy seemed to be segueing from one scene to another in mere instances. She faintly recalled seeing Tina\rquote s legs being lifted and scumbag Richard stuffing her asshole with his rigid man-tool.\par \tab Then, there was the orgasm and cum leaking out in gobs from the girl\rquote s poop chute. Thereafter, a space of time Mandy couldn\rquote t account for. Her next awareness was being in a car, no-a truck, a big truck--no--a pickup, a big one. City streets. Late night. Modern times, modern vehicles. Bars and dives, teen hangouts, small throngs of amassing peoples on the sidewalks.\par \tab Country music came thru the speakers of the ride. It was dark inside the vehicle, it moved quickly thru the city, hitting all the green lights. Mandy scarcely paid any attention--and then she did. The driver was Richard!\par \tab Richard Scumbag was driving, Mandy sat in the backseat. She emptied her mind of thought, she had been thinking too damn much lately, it was all too confusing. If it WAS Limbo, well, so be it. There didn\rquote t seem to anything to do but \ldblquote ride it out.\rdblquote\par \tab Into a residential area and then into a driveway of a moderate house. Richard got out and made his way to the house. Mandy eased out of the truck and slowly moved to the house. She had no other place to go and it would be at least warmer inside than out in the cold.\par \tab She still didn\rquote t grasp how that was--to exist in Limbo and experience all the sensations. She didn\rquote t know that that was possible. She shrugged it off and entered into the house.\par \tab It was dark, save for a fish tank light.\page\tab She let her eyes adjust before moving on. She could smell something, perfumy. There was a toilet flushing, a door down a hallway opened and Richard emerged.\tab\par \tab\ldblquote Ricky, Ricky, that you?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Who the fuck else?\rquote he replied harshly under his breath, \lquote You think a fucking burglar comes in a uses the toilet before robbing you?\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, Ma, it\rquote s me.\rdblquote\par \tab He stood still a moment.\par \tab\ldblquote Ricky, Ricky, you going to bed yet?\rdblquote it was an old frail voice, kinda harsh, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Ricky\rdblquote stood his ground, licking his lips, wrinkling his nose. He blew a fart, scratched his balls (he was still clothed), and waited a moment longer.\par \tab\ldblquote No, Ma, I\rquote m right here.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I could use you.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote he breathed hard. He turned on his heels and eased down the hall to an open bedroom door. Inside it was dark, as well, save for a nite light on a bedside table, the red illuminated numbers of a radio/clock showing the time of 11:15 PM.\par \tab In a full size bed was a woman, a BIG woman, in her late 50s, early 60s. She was a smoker. She was also a nag, crass, impolite, nosey, and definitely hard to get along with.\par \tab She had sore feet and it was Richard who was the good son to rub them. Richard did the task though he didn\rquote t seem pleased about it. After a few moments there was snoring to be heard from the beefy woman. Richard pushed the feet back under the thick heavy covers and exited the room. There was a wheelchair in the room, too.\par \tab In his own room there was another fish tank with light on.\par \tab Richard began peeling off his clothes. \par \tab He returned to the bathroom and showered. Mandy watched him (though she didn\rquote t know why). After showering he spent some times shaving his balls and face. Mandy had no idea men did such things--shaving their balls. He also shaved his armpits. Mandy made herself scarce. She didn\rquote t feel like going outside and seeking something else, she felt compelled, though, to make for the kitchen.\par \tab In the kitchen she found some candy. She noshed on an apple, too.\par \tab In the fridge there was a mac & cheese casserole with baked tomatoes on top. A plate of roast beef and pastrami. Mandy helped herself, then found some cheese and a covey of beer. She helped herself to that, too.\par \tab Naked Richard came into the kitchen, switching on a light and nearly blinding Mandy. She still wasn\rquote t noticed, but her dishes were, and the empty beer bottle. Richard shook his head, Mandy noted that her thoughts towards the man wasn\rquote t all that bad--he WAS kinda good looking. Just a scumbag for his recent doings at the theatre.\par \tab But--on second thought--was that a part of the Limbo buzz? Was that for HER benefit or what? It was still too confusing. No one could see her, but she could see them and they seemed to be interacting with one another. But, maybe not so. Maybe the other(s) were oblivious to \'85\par \tab No, that didn\rquote t wash. The peoples she saw, observed, were for her benefit. It was a part of the being in Limbo, some sort of state of mind bullshit.\par \tab Richard cleaned up the dishes and downed a beer himself. Mandy found herself staring/ogling the man\rquote s dangling \ldblquote soft\rdblquote manhood. His balls and whole genital area was cleanly shaven, hairless. His chest was rigid and he apparently worked out. He was well groomed, just a scumbag.\par \tab The kitchen light went out and Richard Scumbag moved down the hall back to his room. For no other reason, Mandy followed.\par \tab Just the light of the fish tank gave off the room ambience. Naked Richard flopped onto his bed, one hand supporting his head--the other supporting his cock. He began to stroke, jerk, pull, tug, masturbate. Mandy wondered and surmised that ALL boys who were mature enough to jerk their gherkin did so. She wasn\rquote t--or she hadn\rquote t been before her \ldblquote trip\rdblquote began, aware of just exactly how boys did such things. She had a minor idea but nothing vibrant.\par \tab Richard only humped his hand less than two minutes before he got up and made for his walk-in closet. After rummaging about for a moment or two he returned to the room with a woman. A non-woman, plastic sort of. She looked real, very real. \par \tab 38-B titties. A furry furburger, shapely, and looked to be (if real) about 20-something years young. She was posable and had three \ldblquote orifices\rdblquote to be satisfied in. Richard laid the fake woman out on his bed, opened her legs and mounted her.\par \tab Mandy was awed, aghast, and shocked.\par \tab Richard fucked the fake woman madly and furiously (for about an hour.) thereafter he typically rolled over, farted, and went to sleep. Mandy found comfort in the living room on the sofa. Going to sleep took awhile, she couldn\rquote t remember doing so before. She yawned, farted, and went to sleep.\page Security Issues\tab\par \tab It was a blissful sleep. No interruptions of any kind. The passage of time, and there must have been some, was elusive to her. She noted that it had been after One in the morning when she laid down. Nextly, it was the break of day, birds twittering, sun shine shinning, and a toilet flushing. \par \tab There was slight activity in the house, the hag was up, scooting around in the wheelchair, bitching at her son for his blatant nudity. The love doll was no longer on his bed. \par \tab The hag moved into the bathroom--and needed help getting onto the toilet. She bitched, yelled, fussed and--it wasn\rquote t pretty. Mandy was ready to leave--but--but something held her firm. She didn\rquote t know why but she didn\rquote t overly feel like bugging out.\par \tab At length Richard came into the kitchen and prepared the coffee and a light breakfast. He had the county music playing, Mandy assumed that she was being punished as C&W was not her choice of music.\par \tab\ldblquote Who the hell are you!?\rdblquote barked the hag\rquote s voice.\par \tab Mandy was startled and gulped and looked to the woman. She was looking directly to Mandy! Oh shit.\par \tab\ldblquote W-what?\rdblquote stammered Mandy. This was new. And not good.\par \tab\ldblquote Who the hell are you?\rdblquote repeated the old puss.\par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s the matter, Ma?\rdblquote asked Richard as he stepped out of the kitchen and to the open. \par \tab\ldblquote Who\rquote s that?\rdblquote she demanded.\tab\par \tab Mandy locked eyes with Richard.\par \tab Richard peered into the living room, he furled his lips and looked hard, then shook his head. \ldblquote Uhm, who\rquote s who? Ma?\rdblquote then, \ldblquote There aint no body there.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Bullshit!\rdblquote the hag bitched, \ldblquote And don\rquote t say aint!\rdblquote and she lashed out a kick to her son\rquote s shin (with the cane she had to push herself along in the wheelchair like a paddle.)\par \tab\ldblquote AW, son-of-a-bitch, Ma!\rdblquote griped Richard.\tab\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t cuss!\rdblquote the hag spiked and hit his other shin.\par \tab Frustrated Richard returned to the kitchen. His Ma gave a stern look into the living room, her old aged eyes of no particular color peered all about. \ldblquote Humph!\rdblquote she snorted, then blasted a noxious butt blast herself and merged into the kitchen.\par \tab\ldblquote And I\rquote m staying here because\'85???\rdblquote Mandy asked herself.\page\tab At 7:30 Richard was dressed in a Suit and left the house, kissing his Ma goodbye. She bitched at him about various things; the weather, other people, his driving, his job, other people. Mandy was in no way going to stay with the Hag, she accompanied Richard.\par \tab Richard listened to more crappy country music on his way to work. And work was one of those places that was one of Mandy\rquote s favorite places to be--the mall!\par \tab She went along with Richard (just to see where he worked) and then moved on. Richard worked in a mall store, a big electronics gizmo place attached to a larger department store. Mandy assumed he was a clerk, manager, assistant suck up, or some such junk like that. She would check on him at her leisure, to Mandy--she was home!\par \par \tab The only sour note about romping in a mall unnoticed--was being unnoticed. No interaction. She could eat and drink, and piss where she stood. She could \ldblquote poke\rdblquote people and trip them, fart and make fake farts and get kids into trouble, but that was about it. She couldn\rquote t talk to no one. No one could talk to her. That was a bummer. Was that also a part of her punishment?\par \tab She changed the music in the music store, opened the \ldblquote do not open unless an emergency\rdblquote doors throughout the mall, pulled the fire alarm in three different stores, and found that no one could see her and no one could apparently \ldblquote touch her\rdblquote --she could touch them.\par \tab And she did.\par \tab Pushing, tripping, and raising skirts so leering young boys could get a looksee and teenage and young adult women\rquote s underwear--for those who WORE underwear.\par \tab There also came the time in the late afternoon whereas Mandy got a case of the horniess. She didn\rquote t know where it came from or why, but her pussy needed friggin\rquote , badly. And simple fingering wasn\rquote t cutting it. \par \tab So, while up on the 2\super nd\nosupersub floor that didn\rquote t have a lot of patrons in the late afternoon, Mandy stripped naked of her \ldblquote new\rdblquote clothes and frigged herself silly on a bench. She eyed some young boys. Some teen boys firstly, but they were too immature and geeky. \par \tab How exactly it came about she wasn\rquote t sure, but she soon found herself (mis)leading a young fella about seven to the restrooms. They made a detour to an access/security hall. Mandy didn\rquote t gather the how and wherefore of how she was able to misguide the little tyke--she only knew that she was horny and the boy obliged her.\par \tab The boy, Charles, obliged her in many ways. Mostly in allowing Mandy to take his clothes off. In the access corridor there were some lounge chairs and stock material in boxes. It served well enough for the deed to be done. Mandy felt at odds with herself, this wasn\rquote t overly like her and it was spiraling, happening too quickly.\par \tab She removed the boys shirt. There was a brief pause in her actions as she looked upon the young lad. He was a cute little guy, very boyish, short bowl shaped sandy brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, a sweet face.\par \tab Mandy lowered his brown pants.\par \tab Was she really doing this? Was what she contemplated as an end result really what she was going to do?\par \tab Yep.\par \tab She helped the lad out of his pants, after removing his shoes, she ogled him a little more before lowering his briefs. Briefly she noted to herself in the action she was then no better than Richard. No better.\par \tab So be it.\par \tab\par \tab This wasn\rquote t happening. It wasn\rquote t. It couldn\rquote t. It meant that she WAS as bad, no better, than Richard or those assholes from the cabin, or any of the many Characters she had seen/encountered since her leaving the cabin. She had the little boy, Charles, butt naked. He was a good boy and wasn\rquote t fretting or raising a ruckus. Mandy caressed his bare super soft ass flesh, his hips and then his private parts.\par \tab After that she herself became nude.\par \tab After that, she recalled the grandpa in the woods banging his young granddaughter. There were others, many other scenes of adults doing naughty-naughty things to children. On and on it went, repeatedly.\par \tab Mandy guided Charles\rquote small penis into her hot torrid cunny.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck me!\rdblquote Mandy cooed.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote the boy said back cheerfully.\par \tab It took Mandy by surprise. She knew that this was not a normal situation in any way shape or manner. The boy should be having a fit, crying or screaming or something. But then again, not many teen girls took little boys off for a screw.\par \tab The boy entered Mandy\rquote s cunt and they began to fuck.\page\tab As far as \ldblquote fucks\rdblquote go, it wasn\rquote t bad. With Charles\rquote little dinky, her pussy wasn\rquote t \ldblquote filled to capacity\rdblquote as many other cocks had done unto her. There was significant enjoyment from the young fuck as his little dinky tantalized her pussy just as much--if not more so, than fatter and longer cocks.\tab \par \tab Gripping Charles\rquote ass she helped the lad fuck her. The boy giggled and wriggled. Mandy recalled the young girl who took the boy out behind the big boulder; there was the the young girl who basically seduced the young boy (at the farm scene). \par \tab Quickly she dismissed the past scenes and concentrated on enjoying the moment (with Charles.) She caressed him, consoled him, loved him. The little boy sucked on her titties, humped, and peed in her pussy. It was unique sensation and Mandy had her orgasm.\par \par \tab After Charles there was Timothy and Gary, followed by Davey and Howie. All four boys were between seven and ten years young. Nice looking fellows with good enough \ldblquote fellows.\rdblquote Just plain \ldblquote stick it in\rdblquote and fuck me. Mandy DID suck the boys but no anal play.\par \tab A boy of twelve she got, too. \par \tab Each boy had filled her. With cum or pee. It was time for a break. And a check on Richard. She went about naked, carrying the clothes she had \ldblquote acquired\rdblquote from the various mall stores. Her pussy was satiated, for the moment. Each boy she had she had undressed slowly. The boys seemed--seemed almost like the girls Richard had seduced the night before.\par \tab Was there anything to that?\par \tab Hmmmm\par \tab Was Richard like her, in that he was in Limbo, too? Was the perception of the Limbo ordeal perceived differently with each person, interacting with their environment and so forth differently or askewed from someone else who was also sharing the Limbo experience?\par \tab Mandy had no idea. She didn\rquote t overly give a shit, either.\par \tab The dangling bones of the young boys she admired. She realized that in that manner it was her inhibitions that had been lambasted. There were no repercussions from seducing a young boy. (well, none that she knew of!) She mildly assumed that for the indiscretions--there was undoubtedly some retribution to pay for it. She didn\rquote t want to think about it.\page\tab She fondled the boys each in turn, admiring their smooth naked bodies. One of the boys, a ten year old, was Chinese. She liked him, he was not so indifferent than the other lads. She sucked him and got his bone hard quickly. His penis was uncut, not circumcised. It was unique and she wasn\rquote t aware that there were such differences.\par \tab She HAD enjoyed the boys. Sucking their cocks, balls; rubbing their tight firm ass flesh, watching them masturbate, pee, and fuck her. Her mind went into a blur. In away, she was no different than the others. No different.\par \par \tab She thought Richard must have clocked out early and gone home. She searched and searched for him, noted all the Suits in their various departments. She wandered in and out of various departments, butt naked. No one noticed her. She was curious as to the security cameras, would THEY notice her? But--why should they? This was Limbo, or some reasonable facsimile thereof--it was too confusing to finger out. She determined that whatever the fuck happened, she would deal with it as it happened.\par \tab That helped.\par \par \tab Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something happening. A young girl was mixed in with some other young girls. They were all gaggling and carrying on as young girls (any girls) do. Slowly most of the girls began to disperse. Save for one. She was approx. ten or so, long light brown hair, a not so good zippered sweat shirt, dirty tennis shoes, rumbled top with the word \ldblquote STAR\rdblquote emblazoned in glitter, not so tight fitting jeans. \par \tab The Girl zipped up the sweat shirt and leaned in to a rack of music CDs and cassettes. She seemed to be contemplating. She looked over and over the mass selection, as well as checked her surroundings. Then, she applied for a Five-Finger-Discount and collected several CDs and stuffed them into her sweat shirt, some cassettes went down her pants.\par \tab She stood still for a moment, licking her lips and fidgetting, adjusting her illgotten booty. She picked her nose and then turned to flee. Only to be blocked by two LARGE Suits. The men stared down at the young girl, Mandy could almost see the girl\rquote s ass cheeks tightening. She was guided by the shoulders to some stairs located at the rear of the store. Mandy followed.\par \tab To a door marked Chief of Security.\par \tab Inside behind a desk was Richard--Chief of Security.\page\tab The \ldblquote evidence\rdblquote was displaced onto the desk. The two Suit escorts nodded to their Chief and left. The Chief looked over the various CDs and cassettes spilled onto his desk. He shook his head. The girl exhibited signs of mixed emotions--didn\rquote t give a shit, a little apprehensive and frightened, and didn\rquote t give a shit.\par \tab She was concerned and was fidgety.\par \tab Chief Richard scribbled some notes on a legal pad.\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote drawled the Chief at length, \ldblquote this don\rquote t look too good.\rdblquote\par \tab The girl gulped some, pulled in her lips, sat on her hands and twisted her feet about under the nondescript chair she sat on. She avoided direct looks to the man. \ldblquote You\rquote re in deep shit over this.\rdblquote\par \tab There was a polite knock on the door, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote said the Chief. One of the Suits from earlier had returned, he handed over a video cassette tape. The man nodded and left. Chief Richard slid the tape into a handy machine and switched on a monitor above the machine. It revealed the fidgety Subject in the chair \ldblquote caught in the act.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh shit.\rdblquote she murmured.\par \tab\ldblquote Jigs up, sweetie.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Busted.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Want to name your companions, it seems as though they were the ones putting you up to it.\rdblquote\par \tab The girl looked to the floor, she wasn\rquote t going to name any names.\par \tab\ldblquote So you\rquote re gonna take the fall, huh?\rdblquote\par \tab Still nothing from the girl.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, okay. Okay by me; I doubt any of those others would do the same, but okay by me. Damn shame, though; pretty girl like you having to go to the pokey an\rquote all.\rdblquote\par \tab The pokey?\par \tab The girl gulped again and tightened up. She looked up to the man behind the cherry wood desk cluttered with papers and books. \ldblquote Pokey?\rdblquote\par \tab The Chief nodded, \ldblquote Yep, that\rquote s where we send folks who steal private property, it\rquote s called shoplifting.\rdblquote\par \tab Slowly the tears began to come. The girl began to breathe hard and screw up her face and become slightly emotional.\par \tab\ldblquote Gonna have to call your folks.\rdblquote\par \tab With that stated the young girl really began to lose it.\par \tab\ldblquote Y-you cant!\rdblquote she blurted.\par \tab The Chief smiled, \ldblquote Why?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Cause my dad\rquote s a maniac and he\rquote ll kill me!\rquote \par \tab\ldblquote Well, if I cant call your folks, I can call the cops.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Nooooooo!\rdblquote wailed the young girl.\page\tab\ldblquote Yes!\rdblquote replied the Chief. \ldblquote The cops will come, see the evidence (he indicated the CDs and cassettes on the desk and the video tape) and take you downtown to juvenile hall. Beings this is Friday, you\rquote ll have to stay the weekend before seeing the Judge. Your folks will get to see you before lock up.\rdblquote\par \tab The young girl really began to lose it.\par \tab The Chief picked up the phone and began punching numbers.\par \tab The young girl, \ldblquote Charlotte\rdblquote screwed up her face and shook her head, \ldblquote Please.\rdblquote she begged.\par \tab Chief Richard, bless his heart, put the phone down. For a long lingering moment, nothing. Silence. Then, \par \tab\ldblquote Alright, perhaps we can work something else out.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote wept the young girl desperately trying to keep it together.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote she asked timidly.\par \tab\ldblquote Well--\rdblquote drawled the Chief, he leaned back in his chair and rocked, then, \ldblquote My way, or the jail way.\rdblquote \par \tab The girl didn\rquote t understand, neither did Mandy.\par \tab The water cooler gurgled, the air conditioner-heater kicked on. Time passed. Charlotte shrugged and said, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Come here.\rdblquote said the Chief. Slowly their was compliance. Slowly Charlotte eased from the chair and to the side of the great desk. From a bottom drawer the Chief pulled forth a paddle.\par \tab Charlotte\rquote s eyes widened. Her body tightened up again, specifically her ass. The paddle was some ten inches across and resembled mostly a table top tennis paddle. It had some holes drilled into it and was half an inch thick. It bore a glossy sheen and the Chief of Security smooth his hand over it.\par \tab\ldblquote My way, or jail way.\rdblquote said the Chief again. Charlotte understood--take the paddling from the Chief, or go to jail. The young girl mulled it over only a moment and then she moved to the man\rquote s side. Richard smiled reassuringly to the girl, he held her at the elbow and went up and down her arm; segueing to rubbing his hand up and down her backside--followed by a brief \ldblquote feel\rdblquote job of her soon-to-be-searing ass.\par \tab With a sigh Charlotte laid down across the man\rquote s lap. Her hands were locked behind her back and the girl\rquote s ass was sized up. There was another preliminary \ldblquote feel\rdblquote and then a squeeze of the cheeks with a finger sneaking between her legs. \par \tab The paddle came down HARD thereafter.\par \tab And again. And again. And again some more. Five hard smacks. \par \tab Charlotte stood trembling, weeping and caressing her burning ass. Chief Richard tried to console the girl, rubbing her backside again.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote re almost done.\rdblquote he said.\par \tab\ldblquote Almost?\rdblquote queried the girl.\par \tab He nodded and smiled, then stared at her belly, more directly to her pants button. His hand came to her ass and caressed it. \ldblquote Take \lquote em down.\rdblquote he told her.\par \tab Charlotte gulped and screwed up her face, \ldblquote Nooooo!\rdblquote she wailed in dire protest. She got a long hard look from the man, causing her to relent and reluctantly relented. Trembling fingers unhitched her jeans, unzipped, and peeled the flaps back.\par \tab Blue panties. Nice firm snug fitting blue kiddie style panties. Richard liked. A lot. He tugged the outer garment down to her knees, the jeans and sat back to admire the child in her blue undies. He had her turn to one side, then all the way around with her butt to him--and bend over. His hand got busy caressing her butt and legs, patting the searing bum and then having the girl lower her own panties, just enough to expose a butt cheek.\par \tab Richard gazed upon the ass for a long enduring minute. He then had Charlotte take the undies on down to her knees. \par \tab Compliance!\par \tab The cheeks were spread and Charlotte\rquote s glory hole aptly examined--fingers and eyes. The Chief slipped a finger up between her legs to finger her virgin pussy--a thumb pressed against her asshole.\par \tab Soon Charlotte was turned about. She stood up straight, hands clenched to her sides while the Chief eyed her naked pussy. And he did eye it for a long while. The back of his finger came against the naked hairless poon; Richard was in heaven--Charlotte in hell. He caressed her sides, hips, waist, and ass before laying her across his lap again.\par \tab Charlotte gritted her teeth and tightened up all over as the paddle once more seared her delicate naked ass. Five harsh swats. Then, while Charlotte reeled in the assault one more \ldblquote ass-sault\rdblquote came--Chief Richard got busy fondling the girl\rquote s burning ass with a reverence; parting the cheeks and fingering her asshole, fingering her pussy before standing her up and removing her sweat shirt and then simple top. \par \tab Charlotte sobbed and wept and did nothing as the Chief continued his deed--taking her pants and panties off and rendering her completely naked. The panties he sniffed and stuffed into his pants pocket. He then hefted the girl up onto his desk. Her legs were parted and the Chief went down on the girl, pushing her back and noshing on her delicate flower.\page\tab Moments later and his manly prong was humping against her flower, his hands going up and down her lovely nude young body. His cock glided up and down her virgin entrance and at last began a steady forceful entry.\par \tab\line She Sells Seashells\par \tab You would think that someone (Richard) who had just banged off in a young girl would be somewhat satiated and quit for the day. But then you would be wrong. Richard was Mandy\rquote s ride, for some odd reason she had decided to hang with the scumbag bastard, for some reason. \par \tab After scrogging on Charlotte and subsequently cumming off DEEP within her, he rolled her over and went to his knees, parting her cheeks and licking out her crack and hole. A slight few spanks were applied and then he was ready for sodomizing.\par \tab When done with that, he dressed the girl. He cleaned off his cock and put the girl to her knees, having her kiss the head of his cock and suck on it. She nuzzled his testicles and then received a copious amount of his jiz as a reward.\par \tab Thereafter she was handed the illgotten booty she had tied to get away with and sent on her way! The girl didn\rquote t seem too pissed (about being sexually abused and so on.) The booty was placed in a bag, a security lackey came and escorted the girl to the front door and off she went. \par \tab Richard clocked out and Mandy followed him.\par \par \tab Richard didn\rquote t go straight home, he went some blocks from the mall and stopped in a shopping center. Mandy stayed in the car and dozed. Richard wasn\rquote t gone too long. He returned thirty minutes later with a small load of groceries. He then tooled two blocks further and closer to home but pulled into another shopping center, this one having a pet store.\par \par \tab Three girls--one-two-three. About ten to and/or eleven. A blond, red head, sandy brown. The blond had short hair not to her shoulders, full bangs, smallish face, jade earrings, dyed green jeans. The red head was with long super fine hair clear to the crack of her butt. Turquoise jeans and small mounds, the only one of the trio who DID have something on her chest. The sandy brown haired girl had a pair of braid strands in her hair.\par \tab All were sweet young girls, good clothes, typical kiddies.\page\tab They were wandering about the vas parking lot trying to hock some seashells. The girls had a large shoebox and had recently returned from the coast, the seashells were put together to form vehicles, buildings, and mostly goofy looking characters. The girls were hoping to make sells to earn money.\par \tab They encountered Richard, however, and got more than they bargained for.\par \par \tab Richard emerged from the pet store with an armload of pet supplies.\par \tab The girls had emerged minutes before him and lingered by the convenient soda machines. The girls had been chased out of the store for soliciting--er, trying to sell their wares--er, trying to hock the stuff in the shoebox.\par \tab The girls followed Richard. It was a done deal. They had made eye contact in the store and a \ldblquote silent\rdblquote deal had been made therein. At Richard\rquote s van, he placed his stuff in the back; talked the girls into \ldblquote going with him\rdblquote and drove them to a nearby park.\par \tab Then, the shenanigans began.\par \tab In the back cargo area, doors all shut and locked, the skylight vent opened for ventilation, and a small side interior light provided the right ambience (for shenanigans!)\par \tab Richard perused the various shells in the shoebox, frowned and didn\rquote t seem all that interested. The girls looked disappointed, but hopeful.\par \tab\ldblquote Tell ya what, though; all is not lost.\rdblquote \par \tab The girls were all attentive.\par \tab\ldblquote Perhaps we can still make a deal.\rdblquote oh brother! (run girls, run!)\par \tab Richard fished out of a pocket a small wad of bills.\par \tab\ldblquote Tell ya what, I\rquote ll pay you for services, you do for me and I\rquote ll do for you.\rdblquote he said patting the wad.\par \tab The girls didn\rquote t know the danger they were in--not like it was dangerous enough to be in some guy\rquote s van--and shrugged, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote\par \tab Richard Scumbag smiled.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay, for $20, take off your tops.\rdblquote\par \tab The girls stared wildly in shock at the man.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote exclaimed the blond girl, Susan.\par \tab\ldblquote No fucking way!\rdblquote bitched the red head, Julie.\par \tab\ldblquote You gotta be kidding!\rdblquote yapped the third girl, Amy.\par \tab\ldblquote Twenty buck, EACH!\rdblquote said Susan rethinking.\page\tab Mandy blinked her eyes, what? She closed her eyes, this was all a part of some fucked up bullshit happening to her.\par \tab Richard sucked in his breath, pursed his lips and thought it over.\par \tab He peeled off one twenty, a second twenty, and then a final third.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote he said not so enthused.\par \tab The girls plucked their $20s and stuffed them into the pants\rquote pocket.\par \tab Then the three girls one-two-three slipped off their tops.\par \tab Julie was the only one with something to \ldblquote show.\rdblquote her companions were flat, like two aspirin on an ironing board. \par \tab Richard flipped thru more monies.\par \tab\ldblquote Twenty for your pants?\rdblquote he said.\par \tab The girls seemed a little more concerned about this venture.\par \tab Susan shrugged, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote Julie made a face. Amy sighed, she wasn\rquote t all that willing. Susan had spoken out of turn.\par \tab Julie, though, was the first to work her jeans off.\par \tab Susan peeled off hers and Richard helped yank Amy\rquote s off.\par \tab The girls were handed their money.\par \tab\ldblquote Open your legs.\rdblquote he told them. It was a freebie, the girls spread their legs open and Richard marveled at them one-two-three. Susan wore blue undies with little quack-quack duckies on them. Julie wore light pink panties. Amy had plain white undies. \par \tab The girls spread their legs wide and fingered themselves.\par \tab\ldblquote Who has a brother?\rdblquote\par \tab Susan and Amy had brothers; Susan had one younger brother and two older ones. Amy had just an older brother. \par \tab\ldblquote Ever see you brothers naked?\rdblquote\par \tab That was a given.\par \tab\ldblquote Ever see your brothers \ldblquote playing\rdblquote with themselves?\rdblquote\par \tab The girls looked to one another, they didn\rquote t understand the concept.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you \ldblquote play\rdblquote with YOURselves?\rdblquote\par \tab This time they did.\par \tab\ldblquote Ohhhhhhhh.\rdblquote the girls said. They blushed and grinned, giggled, and blushed some more.\par \tab\ldblquote Your brothers ever \ldblquote DO\rdblquote anything to you, make you play wit their pee-pees, suck, spread your legs, stuff like that?\rdblquote\par \tab The girls (who had brothers) weren\rquote t saying, but it was on their faces regardless that SOMETHING was happening/going on with the boys. Richard let it be (unspoken). \ldblquote Okay,\rdblquote he said, \ldblquote turn around, on your knees, show me your ass.\rdblquote\page\tab Each in turn, for a fresh crisp $20, the girls \ldblquote assumed the position\rdblquote of doggie style. Richard caressed the ass of each girl (in turn). Then tugged the undy down, parted the cheek and then began licking the crack of the girl\rquote s ass.\par \tab With all three girls treated to Richard\rquote s tongue to their ass crack and hole, Richard removed their panties, sniffed the crotches and then undressed himself. He had the girls do this task. A sort of strange familiarity came to Mandy. She had seen this happen before. But where?\par \tab She was momentarily distracted by a sound. A loud noise that she wasn\rquote t familiar with. It was distant. It was strange. Was it significant?\par \tab Back to the naked trio--plus one.\par \tab The girls had removed Richard\rquote s clothes and one by one (by one) masturbated him, compared his cock to their brothers--those girls who had brothers. Julie had a boyfriend she had seen naked, his cock was nothing like Richard\rquote s. All three girls had seen their cock of their dad. Susan had seen her dad jerking it, Susan had seen her dad peeing in the woods when they were camping, Julie had seen her dad on top of her mom.\par \tab Each girl, for twenty bucks (more) kissed and sucked on the head of Richard\rquote s cock. Each girl in turn sucked on the shaft, stroked it, sucked his hairless balls, and caressed his hairless ass.\par \tab After that, the girls laid out getting comfortable. Richard went down on each one, licking and sucking on their little hairless poons, stuffing their virgin assholes with his finger. He made numerous yummy sounds as he did his thing, spreading their legs wide and driving his tongue DEEP.\par \tab Soon his tongue was replaced with his cock.\par \tab The girls, in turn, grabbed up fingerfuls of carpet, their young bodies wrenched and wriggled, arched, and endured being fucked. For twenty bucks each.\par \tab Each girl received a generous amount of hot sticky gooey cum.\par \tab Most of the cum shot was emptied into the girl\rquote s pussy, the rest was spilled and coated onto her pussy, smeared all about. Richard laid with them, there was a slight desire to fuck the girls in their tight virgin poop chutes, but his cock didn\rquote t seem to be in it.\par \tab Each girl received a twenty dollar bonus. A wash rag cleaned and soothed their burning fresh fucked cunnies. They dressed, minus their panties that Richard kept (as a sort of memento). The girls dressed exited the van and skipped merrily thru the park and home.\par \tab Richard farted and wiped his soiled cock in the left behind panties.\par \tab\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }