{\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 20\par Ah! Now it Makes Since!\par (Not!)\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\tab There was an almost acrid smell in the air, it wasn\rquote t very pleasant. Other strange smells lingered in the sullen air, none were overly pleasing, either. She was bothered (as well as strangely drawn) to the disturbing noise she had heard before (in Richard\rquote s van).\par \tab Mandy had left Richard\rquote s van, she had spent enough time with the scum and it was time to move along. With no real direction intended Mandy found herself at the edge of the town--facing the woods. Deep woods. Thick woods. Did she dare re-enter? The strange sound/noise she had heard was within, somewhere.\par \tab Was it calling her? Did it have a meaning? Was there a meaning to it at all? Or was this just another facet to her psychosis? She didn\rquote t know, she didn\rquote t WANT to know! It was all she could do to keep herself together whereEVER the fuck she was!\par \par \tab She held her ground for a while. She could go back and find Richard again, peruse the mall and make a serious nuisance of herself, camp out in someone\rquote s home, whatever. She didn\rquote t know what she was supposed to do, or not do, while in the Land of Confusion (Limbo).\par \tab Was it a test?\par \tab She stopped herself before she continued driving her mind nuts.\par \tab She sighed. The forest had gone quiet. No birds, squirrels, not even a stirring of a breeze--just the lingering scent of something unpleasant. It wasn\rquote t something dead, it was different than that. She couldn\rquote t place it, she didn\rquote t think she had ever smelled it before.\par \tab She decided not to enter into the forest, but to follow along its edge.\page\tab A dirt there came to be. Flanked heavily on each side by dense lush growth, mostly ferns, but lots of ivy, too. The road wound its way into the woods. Mandy debated, thought and thought and considered. She turned and began making her way along the dirt road that was flat and not rutted--towards the town. At the first sweeping turn she turned on her heel and made for the forest.\par \tab She didn\rquote t have to go far before she saw something of interest.\par \tab A car. A police car. More exact it was a deputy sheriff\rquote s car.\par \tab One of the back doors was open. A woman was laying in the back, mostly naked. Her uniform slacks were bunched up at her ankles, along with her panties. Her legs spread wide with a boy in his early teens riding her. HE was butt naked.\par \tab The woman held firm to the boy\rquote s naked ass. Mandy could see the boy\rquote s cock slamming in and out of the woman\rquote s cunt. Her uniform jacket was cast off onto the back floorboard, a uniform shirt was open and her teeshirt pulled up to expose her very bodacious hooters.\par \tab A boy about ten or so was butt naked in the front seat, leaning over and giggling, humping the seat he leaned against, watching the backseat action.\par \tab Another boy was present, about 13 years or so, also nude, standing to one side jerking his pud watching in earnest the hot action in the car, too.\par \tab The boy who was \ldblquote doing\rdblquote the hot action, finally erupted into a furious bout of orgasm. He arched his back and slammed his hips into the woman; then he strained and emptied himself thrusting repeatedly to get every ounce of \lquote good feeling\rquote as possible before absolute plummeting of the sexual apex threshold.\par \tab The boy relaxed a moment, caressed by the deputy sheriff beneath him. The boy at length slid off of the woman, she frigged her cunny and languished there a bit before sitting up. The jerking off boy closest she reached out for and fondled his balls, then began slurping on his schlong. She fondled the hairy nads of the other standing close boy and began sucking him, too.\par \tab All the boys got a turn sinking their bones into her crevice.\par \tab There was a bout with one of the boys sitting on the woman\rquote s face, facing down her body, his balls and/or cock incased in her mouth. One of the other lads came up behind and jammed his prick into the boy\rquote s hole. A goodly amount of sodomy ensued.\page\tab The oldest lad, 14, the one who Mandy had seen first fucking the protector of peace, took up the nightstick from its holder located on the driver\rquote s side door. He jammed it into one of the other lad\rquote s rectum while he sat perched on the deputy\rquote s face. She held the distraught anguished boy being sodomized by a foreign object firmly by the ass, sucking his balls fully.\par \tab Mandy moved on without notice.\par \par Taking Advantages\par \tab A light breeze rustled through the pines, the scent overshadowed the foul acrid odor that had lingered about earlier. When crossing over a small wooden bridge, noting that there was no water in the creek below, Mandy paused to stare up the creek/canyon draw. Did it seem a little \ldblquote darker\rdblquote , more foreboding that way?\par \tab Yep! Sure did!\par \tab Mandy had no intention of going up the dry creek.\par \tab A noise there came to be at that moment. A whistle. A train whistle. It was far off. Somewhere--somewhere in the woods in the direction of where she was looking. It disturbed her, greatly and deeply. More than a mild case of the heebie-jeebies she got and quickened her pace across the bridge.\par \tab Once on the other side, it was suddenly a different landscape.\par \tab No woods, no trees--desert.\par \tab Flat desert.\par \tab Mandy wrinkled her nose. It was dusk, or dawn. The air was kinda chilled, but kinda not. It smelled much different than the forest. Rustic boulders, ridges of red rock, sentimentary rock, limestone and mixed granite. No trees but some low laying vegetation.\par \tab Mandy stood very still for a long while.\par \tab Then she backed up. \par \tab One step, two step, three steps back.\par \tab The acrid smell from earlier filled her nostrils. A very cooling chilled air enveloped her. A sweet fragrance came to be. Mandy opened her eyes and there was the forest.\par \tab\ldblquote Ohhhhh-kay.\rdblquote she drawled to herself. There was no sign of a desert. None, nowhere, anywhere, no how. \ldblquote This is totally fucked.\rdblquote she said aloud. She wrinkled her nose and looked all around. Thick deep rich lush forest. No boulders or desert vegetation whatsoever.\page\tab She took one step forward. Paused and looked around. Still forest.\par \tab She took another step forward. Still forest.\par \tab Another step forward. Still forest.\par \tab Another step forward. Desert. No sign of forest.\par \tab\ldblquote Fine.\rdblquote Purgatory, Limbo, whatever. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and shuffled onward. Before going on she made a triangle sign noting the so-so direction and area of where she had come from. (all those years in the Girl Scouts wasn\rquote t such a waste after all.)\par \tab She made for the ridge and climbed up to the highest point. It was daybreak, there was a sun rising. That was good. Maybe. If this was a desert, it was probably going to get pretty damn hot. She didn\rquote t think her stay in the desert was going to be a long one. \par \tab There didn\rquote t seem to be much, distant-distant mountains, distant hills. Lots and lots of flatness. Sage and other types of low laying vegetation. A breeze mixed with both cool and warm breezes. No acrid smells, that was a plus.\par \tab She thought she saw buildings in a distance. Very far away. Trails, too, trails that were probably vehicle trails. She sat on the jutting boulders and waited for the sun.\par \par \tab As soon as the sun was up (enough) it didn\rquote t take long to get the air and all surfaces warm. Really really warm. Mandy noted that she didn\rquote t have any water. Or food. Or water. She cussed herself and began making her way off the ridge.\par \tab And she saw a dust trail.\par \tab It caught her attention and she forgot about her thirst.\par \tab Straining her eyes she saw what looked like riders. Riders on horses.\par \tab Hmmmm then there had to be a ranch nearby, or a farm. Surely they wouldn\rquote t be foolish enough to go traipsing about the hot desert and stray too far from their home? Surely not.\par \par \tab The best option would be to stay put; or maybe high tail it back into the forest. Why the interest in the horse riders evaded her, but she moved along the desert ridge in parallel pursuit.\par \tab Temporarily she lost sight of the riders, there were four of them; two girls, two boys. (naturally!) By the time Mandy had re-located the foursome, they were further away than before! Mandy sighed, behind her was a goodly distance back to the ridge--but at least it was still there.\par \tab The sun wasn\rquote t too terrible just yet, onward!\par \tab Time seemed to be meaningless, ten minutes, fifteen, thirty? How long she traveled along the ridge, stumbling and falling, slipping and sliding and coming close to saying, \ldblquote Fuck it!\rdblquote and high tailing back to the forest after all--\par \tab When at last peeking over the crumbly ridge apex she did see her quarry up close. They had stopped. Finally! One of the boys, a dark haired good looking fuck probably about 16 was off to one side behind a large rustic boulder and overgrown sage peeing on the desert sand.\par \tab One of the girls, also about 16, was doing likewise, but not in the same area. One of the horses was unloading horse shit while another whizzed.\par \tab Nice.\par \tab After the bathroom break the four humans mingled and seemed to be looking about for something. And they found it, a mine shaft. The hard way. Two of the members suddenly \ldblquote disappeared\rdblquote .\par \tab The mine shaft was concealed by layers of sand and debris, the wood covering was weak and not in support of human weight. It gave way without warning and down dropped two teens, Ted-16 and Melody-15.\par \tab Their stalwart companions freaked out, Bradley-16 and Danny-15. They yelled and peered down into the mine shaft, calling for their friends. There was no sound. It was spookily quiet. It took a while before the dust settled.\par \tab At length a voice from below called up. It was Ted. He was some fifteen feet or so down. \par \tab\ldblquote Melody\rquote s out!\rdblquote he called up coughing and sputtering. \ldblquote Go for help!\rdblquote\par \tab Ted had a broken leg and badly sprained wrists and ankles (not to mention a few other hurtie-owies.) Bradley quickly got on her high horse and darted off for help. Danny couldn\rquote t see nothing but filtering dust in the crumbling shaft. Ted could look up and see the friend\rquote s head and the sun light streaming in. \par \tab Beside him lay Melody. A friend, an associate. They worked together at a dude ranch a few miles away. It was their day off and they went off in search of lost abandoned mines. Well, they found one!\par \tab Ted\rquote s first action was to check Melody out. The light from the opening above showed that she was slightly damaged; a broken arm, bleeding here and there, and unconscious. Danny tossed down a canteen of water and that helped.\page\tab Bradley\rquote s horse was fast and she could ride her hard, but it would still take several minutes to get to the ranch and assemble help and get back. Ted tried to check Melody out, physically speaking, to check for other injuries.\par \tab While doing so, his interest was piqued when his hand came up her legs. Thankfully she hadn\rquote t any broken bones or fractures in her legs. His hands came up to her hips and his dark eyes fell onto her crotch.\par \tab He groaned.\par \tab His cock suddenly busted into super stiff mode. \par \tab He gulped and sweated. \par \tab Looking up he could just barely see Danny\rquote s head.\par \tab He gave the younger friend the finger. \par \tab No reaction from Danny.\par \tab\ldblquote How\rquote s it going?\rdblquote Danny called down.\par \tab\ldblquote Just--just fine, great.\rdblquote Ted bitched back.\par \tab He gave Danny \ldblquote two\rdblquote bird fingers. Still nothing.\par \tab He lay back and unsheathed his aching cock, waggled it, stroked it. Danny did nothing. Hmmm Ted gulped, his broken leg hurt like the dickens, but there was another feeling that was taking precedent. He began to cum. The orgasm overwhelmed all else, broken bones and whatever.\par \tab Melody remained unconscious, unaware of the defiling. Ted pumped her vigorously, it wasn\rquote t certain if she were a virgin. Ted didn\rquote t care. He slammed into the girl, his friend, a co-worker, straining his cock to the max and then pumping furiously until all of his liquid love had been spent.\par \tab He sighed a satisfying sigh, rubbed his own ass and then began peeling back Melody\rquote s shirt, freeing her lovely young teenage breasts. He spent some downtime suckling the girl, grinding his prick against her fresh fucked cum soaked cunny and enjoying his deceit.\par \par \tab Presently, help arrived. \par \tab Ted had titty fucked his unconscious friend, then eased his cum soaked cock into her mouth and moved her head with his hands back and forth. When his prick was at the apex of orgasmic bliss, he unloaded some gobs onto her sweet face--then moved down and entered her for a fast and furious dynamic fuck.\par \tab Barely had he time to pull up his clothes, gather himself, and dress up Melody before ropes began to dangle down. A stokes bed came down along with one of the other men who worked the ranch. \par \tab He went over Melody\rquote s body, but not in the manner that Ted had.\par \tab Having nothing better to do, Mandy went along with the dude ranch group, seemed like the thing to do. Many city slickers were trying to be cowboys, and cowgirls. The whole place stank of horse shit. Wonderful. Mandy roamed about, the injured girl was rushed off to the nearby town for medical aid. Someone in charge of the dude ranch went along. Mandy wandered.\par \tab Wander-wander-wander\par \tab She took note of the various \ldblquote staff\rdblquote members, the regular cowboys (and cowgirls). One of the cowgirls was a wrangler, a person who takes care of the horses but more importantly tames the horsey so as it wont throw the rider--normally a city slicker (and the city slicker then winds up in charge of the ranch!)\par \tab For no other reason than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote , Mandy sought interest in the wrangler. She was in her twenties, late twenties, short cropped blond hair, cowboy hat that was as old as she was. Wide hips, but that seemed a naturally for daily saddle riding. She did wear earrings, smiled and had all her teeth. She seemed nice and didn\rquote t look all that bad, not overly \ldblquote hardened\rdblquote like some of the other cowboys of the ranch.\par \tab But her interest was piqued by another, a young boy.\par \tab He was approx. twelve or so, short brown hair with very boyish features. He seemed nervous, but on closer inspection he was \ldblquote up to something.\rdblquote Mandy got interested, there was nothing else to do. She followed the boy--he seemed to be desperately wanting NOT to be seen. He slipped along the various buildings until he was at the main building. He then casually waltzed in.\par \tab Mandy followed.\par \tab Inside was the main guest lounge, a private meeting hall, an antique desert museum and curiosity shop, an office and a private office. Staff quarters were located topside on the 2\super nd\nosupersub floor. The \ldblquote subject\rdblquote was acknowledged by one of the Staffers, a pretty girl who was 20-ish, dark hair in one long pony tail. Nice bosooms, too. Very nice. The boy was acknowledged as \ldblquote Josh.\rdblquote\par \tab He smiled and carefully made his way past the \ldblquote Employees Only\rdblquote sign and down a hall. Two girl staffers worked behind the desk, taking reservations and transferring calls and whatnot. Josh, at the very end of the hall gave the girls a look and then entered into a room/office.\page\tab Mandy noted it as being Private. She assumed than it was the owner/operator. Probably the man who went with the injured girl. Mandy suddenly found herself INSIDE the office. She didn\rquote t know how it happened, she didn\rquote t recall opening the door.\par \tab Josh was at a big cherry wood desk. Pictures of horses, horseshoes on the walls, Indian style blankets on the walls and floors, a very-very southwestern style theme there was. A new looking rose saddle was on a wooden \ldblquote A\rdblquote frame, a tattered very well worn saddle was on another.\par \tab Behind the desk the boy Josh lit up a huge fat cigar. He choked and gagged, Mandy noted to herself, \ldblquote typical.\rdblquote the boy puffed a few times and began to gag. He quit, wisely, and snuffed out the cigar, tossing it into a brass spitoon.\par \tab He nextly got into the liquor cabinet.\par \tab Mandy deduced by the pictures on the wall and desk that Josh was the son of the owner/operator. The owner/operator was a one Amos Erns. At one time, apparently, he had been an all around cowboy. Years earlier than that had him as an accountant. Then midlife crisis arose and he became a cowboy.\par \tab There was no sign of any woman in his life. But there had to have been at some point--there was Josh.\par \tab And there was Josh slipping off his pants. His throat was scratchy from the intake of cigar smoke, his eyes watery from choking on the stiff whiskey he had gotten into.\par \tab\ldblquote When the cat\rquote s away\'85\rdblquote Mandy said to herself.\par \tab Josh was soon naked. But bare assed naked and fondling himself.\par \tab At length the boy fished out of his pants pocket a pair of panties. Whose wasn\rquote t know, Josh wrapped the garment about his willy and \ldblquote went to town.\rdblquote he took the garment and examined in, sniffed the crotch, checked the inside then fondled his balls with it.\par \tab He spanked himself and then flopped onto the vinyl sofa, legs open wide and began hammering his young prick. Mandy found herself kinda horny. \par \tab She waited, though.\par \tab Josh hammered his schlong for several minutes, pausing now and then to \ldblquote switch hands\rdblquote before proceeding. He watched himself, too, staring at his doing. The panties got a work out, too.\page\tab Cum began to squirt from the boy\rquote s dick, one big cum gob that shot up the boy\rquote s sheer hairless near lily white chest, then another gob splashed onto his belly before another load squirted up and soiled his pubes. A goodly amount of mess soiled his hand. The boy continued to jerk off until he was all cummed out.\par \tab He lay exhausted, fondling his balls.\par \tab He then grossed Mandy out by licking the cum off of his hand!\par \par A Doinking We Will Go\'85\par \tab There was the business of snooping around--it was what she did best. And the more she snooped, the more she became distressed/despondent that she was unable to \ldblquote join in.\rdblquote she figured it was a part of her punishment. No interaction. There was frivolity all around her, dancing, singing, and carousing. She wasn\rquote t too keen on the country theme, but she could tolerate it. \par \tab There was mingling and then there was \ldblquote mingling.\rdblquote Mandy observed teenagers sneaking off from their parents to \ldblquote mingle\rdblquote in private. Some merely wanted to be alone and away from their parents, others wanted to be away solely to fuck. And still others wanted to be away to spy on those who were fucking!\par \tab Mandy was only mildly interested. She noted the owner/operator of the dude ranch had returned, the young staff member was not with him, she would be staying at the town hospital for an overnight observation, and etc. Mr. E disappeared into his office (the one his son had earlier defiled) and Mandy moved on.\par \tab Not much of interest; teen couples from both the city and ranch mingling (fucking) and spying on those mingling (fucking). Mandy moved on some more.\par \tab At length she finally found something of interest.\par \par \tab Mandy had seen some pretty terrible illicit doings, shenanigans, and outrageous doings. Fathers and (grandfathers) to young girls (and boys.) Mothers (no grandmothers) to young boys, sons. Brothers to their sisters and whoever else. Sisters and girls to young brothers and boys. Total strangers to young boys and girls. On and on it went.\par \tab But what Mandy was privy to in the barn of the Hard Iron Shoe Dude Ranch was beyond Mandy\rquote s ability to cope with. It was more astounding than anything she had thus far witnessed.\page\tab The barn was actually a stable, containing the horses of the ranch for the staff as well as city slickers. In said barn was more than horses, though. Mandy saw in a pen on of the girls she had seen earlier, a tall girl who was with the group out in the desert--Bradley was her name. \par \tab She wasn\rquote t alone. The wrangler female, Lacy, was with her.\par \tab They were both nude!\par \tab They were both STROKING a horse, Redbone.\par \tab From stroking to sucking its cock! Mandy couldn\rquote t believe it. She had heard girls getting doinked by the family dog, but a horse! Both females sucked on the bulbous tip of the great reddish hue colored beast, they stroked it and worked the animal\rquote s beastly schlong until the horse made some noise and began to cum.\par \tab The girls licked the horse cream off of one another\rquote s face, then lay and rolled in the hay \ldblquote frolicking!\rdblquote There was kissing and petting, fingering and fondling; much ado about caressing and grinding on one another, too; along with deep penetrating kissing and smearing horse cum all over one another.\par \tab Daringly the two waltzed butt bare assed naked to a bunk house not far from the stables. The bunk houses were a row of where the staff resided. It was dark and not many peoples out, those who were out were at the barn dance social.\par \tab The two naked horse lovers made into one of the bunk houses. It was for two. Mandy got the impression it was NOT where Lacy bunked. A small table light came on and the two naked cum soaked lovers scurried into the bathroom for a shower.\par \tab Mandy heard some voices elsewhere and went to investigate.\par \par \tab\ldblquote Going to go into town for some supplies, wanna come with?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Sure!\rdblquote\par \tab Voice number one was the tall lanky kinda descent good looking teen from the group earlier. He hadn\rquote t been injured at all! No broken leg or anything! \par \tab The second voice was of another member of that same group, he was about a year younger, was part Indian, long dark hair. Part Mexican, too. Both hoped into a dude ranch company jeep and fled for town.\par \tab Somehow, Mandy found herself in the backseat!\page\tab It was not a long ride, especially with Mario Andretti at the wheel, there were a few curves but Ted \ldblquote Mario\rdblquote paid no heed to them. And to some he simply straightened out and paid heed to the old adage--the shortest distance\'85\par \tab Why the need (and the hurry) to boogie to town after dark for supplies Mandy didn\rquote t know. Didn\rquote t care, either. She was just along for the ride\'85\par \par \tab In town the boys shuttled some \ldblquote supplies\rdblquote from one store than another. And at length Mandy left them to their own--following some sort of \ldblquote calling\rdblquote elsewhere. This was Limbo, or some such junk, time was meaningless, EVRERYTHING was meaningless.\par \tab And then there was the church.\par \par \tab A nondescript church, basic white with steeple/bell tower. It was typically narrow as well as long. Some cars there were parked outside, lights were on within.\par \tab Mandy was curious. Was there religion in Limbo?\par \tab Maybe this wasn\rquote t Limbo after all?\par \tab If it wasn\rquote t--then what the fuck was it?\par \tab Someplace in between perhaps?\par \tab Purgatory? Nah, Purgatory was something like Hell. \par \tab Sacred Scripture and the constant faith of the Church affirm that Heaven and Hell, as places, exist. Roman Catholic Christians and other Christians also profess belief in a State of Being, not a place, called "purgatory." The term "purgatory" is not found in the Bible; but neither are other such important Christian beliefs such as "Trinity" and "Incarnation." \par Purgatory is defined as a state of being, the continuing process of purgation or purification of the soul after human death. It is a state of perfection--begun in baptism and faith-consummated after death. \par \tab Purgatory is a sign of God's mercy on those who have honestly sought to know God and to do His will in this life and yet die in some degree of bondage to sin or the effects of sin. \par \tab Well, it was as much as Mandy understood. She hadn\rquote t before, but suddenly the words of her minister filled her. She had never really paid much attention to Church/Sunday School, she had fluffed it off. She had gone simply because her parents went and dragged her along, too. And the boys, all the good looking boys (who were not gay) attended her Church.\page\tab She stood looking onto the typical Americana type Midwestern church. She heard singing within. She felt at odds with herself, a determination there was that she was NOT (after all) in Limbo, but Purgatory. She had been Saved in Christ as a child. She believed in God, an Almighty. She believed in all the stories and junk from the Bible. But that was about it. She didn\rquote t overly have the \ldblquote faith.\rdblquote\par \tab Soooo--\par \tab She was dead?\par \tab How? When? Where?\par \tab She didn\rquote t remember dying?\par \tab Was it at that cabin with those sonsabitches who had kidnapped her?\par \tab Had THAT even happened? Had she died at the pizzeria, or in the parking lot (hit by a car.) she had no recollection of pain or transference from Living to Dead. Maybe--maybe there wasn\rquote t any. Maybe this was how it happened.\par \tab Maybe. Possibly.\par \tab She didn\rquote t know.\par \tab She had died. Somehow. Somewhere. And in doing so she was given an \ldblquote E\rdblquote ticket to Heaven, but it was dog eared, her fare would only carry her so far. To Purgatory--not to Heaven. Past indiscretions (solely on her part) dishonored her Full Fare. She was not a bad sinner, but a sinner nonetheless. But, she had been \ldblquote saved\rdblquote and so had her ticket to Heaven already punched, Hell couldn\rquote t get her.\par \tab But Heaven wouldn\rquote t accept her, either.\par \tab It made her a little sad. A little pissed off, too. Mostly (and mainly) at herself.\par \tab She scuffed the ground, hands stuffed into her pockets.\par \tab She couldn\rquote t make out what the hymn was that was being sung. She flung her head to clear loose wisps of long hair from her face. Behind her somewhere she heard what sounded like 1950s rock music. Off in the distance there was that curious sound that had haunted her earlier.\par \tab Now, though, it filled her mind as being none other than a train\rquote s horn, a whistle or whatever it was called. One of those old timey trains, the steam locomotive type.\par \tab The choir and congregation\rquote s hymn singing overwhelmed and drowned out the train whistle. Mandy scurried across the street. Should she repent? Could she? Was it too late?\page\tab She didn\rquote t recall actually \ldblquote opening\rdblquote the door, she came to the cement steps, saw the closed door, noted the flower pots, a cat spraying the rain gutter, and then--\par \tab She was in. inside. In the foyer. A dark blue carpet there was. Side tables left and right with flowers and literature and religious icons of this and that, a food basket under one of the tables. There was a hall going left and right that emptied into the main area. Mandy wondered if she was still \ldblquote invisible\rdblquote to sight.\par \tab A young boy came out, wiping his nose (on his sleeve) and coughing. He made no acknowledgement to Mandy\rquote s presence. He went to the water fountain in the corner, farted, and got himself a drink. There, too, were the bathrooms/restrooms left and right at the end of the two short halls. The boy went into the proper one.\par \tab Mandy shuffled to it and paused a moment. She could look out thru the small window in the door that opened to the nave, lots of peoples, 60 or so at least, in a house that would hold at least a 100 or so. A large stage with a choir in blue and yellow robes. White, black, Mexican, Indian all together singing, at least two dozen of them.\par \tab Four deacons and the senior minister/pastor/reverend were seated left and right of the choir, in amongst the huge flower vases and religious icons.\par \tab All seemed right to Mandy.\par \tab The little boy who had gone into the bathroom hadn\rquote t come out yet.\par \tab Two guys came up to the door, Mandy stood out of the way and the two entered into the bathroom. Young fellas, late teens. Not too bad looking. Neither noted Mandy.\par \tab She sighed.\par \tab She licked her lips.\par \tab Still no sign of the young boy.\par \tab The choir continued their singing.\par \tab Mandy entered the MENS Room.\par \par Hanky Panky\par \tab The little was at the low to the floor urinals, just finishing peeing. He was approx. 8 or so years young--very cute, too. (or handsome) Strangely, though, his ass was exposed. He had his gray slacks and briefs down fully exposing all of his perfect lovely little butt!\par \tab After peeing he zipped up and turned to the sink to wash up.\page\tab At the other two urinals the other two fellows \ldblquote played\rdblquote (apparently) with THEIR fellows, whilst they peed. They were all kinds of giggling and making unknown remarks. After the younger fellow left, one of the older fellows leaned back some to allow the second a looksee.\par \tab A looksee?\par \tab Aye, a looksee at the first fellow\rquote s fellow!\par \tab They both checked one another\rquote s fellow.\par \tab They stroked their young fellows, finished peeing, and then stepped out to \ldblquote cock-fight.\rdblquote Mandy raised her eyebrows. Boys were SOOOOO fucking weird. The boys sword played with their bones, mostly grinding and smacking one another before stroking the other\rquote s schlong member.\par \tab This action only prompted the two 14/15 year olds to step up CLOSE to one another and slip their hands down the other\rquote s pants to squeeze ass flesh.\par \tab Mandy had no idea why she was staying and watching. No idea.\par \tab They also kissed.\par \tab That was repulsive to Mandy. She wasn\rquote t keen on watching girls kiss, either. But was less enthused watching two BOYS do it.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck me, bitch!\rdblquote piped one of the boys, Jerry. He giggled and was blushing, the second boy, Kyle, obliged him and dropped to his knees. He sized up the waggling cock before him, grinned, and then began working it.\par \tab Up and down, squeeze the base, lick the head.\par \tab Soon Kyle tongue rolled about the sensitive area of his friend\rquote s prick, he still worked the stiff organ, taking his time. Jerry had little time, he guided his teen hood into his friend\rquote s mouth and pumped him.\par \tab Kyle sucked.\par \tab And sucked.\par \tab The noise of the still singing choir and congregation suddenly erupted briefly. The door of the main church body had opened--indicating someone had come out. The boys quickly dashed back to their urinals (with Jerry working his crank in a masturbatory manner.)\par \tab A man came into the bathroom. He checked the two boys and the \ldblquote boy\rdblquote urinal and went into one of the two stalls. Mandy didn\rquote t want to stay, but somehow she felt compelled.\par \tab The boys at the urinals continued exposing themselves to each other, as well as \ldblquote reaching\rdblquote around the partition to pat one another\rquote s ass. The man in the stall pissed a mighty river, farted loudly and then exited. He washed his hands, farted again, and left.\page\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go outside.\rdblquote stated Kyle. Jerry smiled and the boys made themselves scarce. Mandy shook her head and decreed to herself that she didn\rquote t need to see what they were going to do.\par \tab She made use of the facilities, not remembering the last time she had had to pee or poop. Was bodily functions necessary when dead? She had thought when life ended that was it. But maybe not. She had thought that when you got to Heaven you no longer had the want or need for food or any sustenance, you had eternal life, a new body that was perfect.\par \tab Maybe that wasn\rquote t so if you wound up in Limbo or Purgatory--or wherever the hell she was.\par \tab She could feel the cool seat of the toilet, she could feel herself peeing. She could feel herself! There was the water (from the wash basin) she could feel. Were these things just a part of her mindset? Going thru the motions she had done all her life where the things she did just a matter of habit? And with that \ldblquote habit\rdblquote of eating, crapping, touching things because that was the norm her mind was used to?\par \tab The choir had finished their singing, one of the deacons was up giving announcements. Mandy stood just inside the double swinging doors. For some reason she felt \ldblquote uncomfortable.\rdblquote was it the religious reasoning, or just the people, the situation as a whole?\par \tab She looked over the congregation, mostly seniors--elderly, one foot in the grave. A few young peoples, and a mix of ages in groups. To one side of her at the very end pew at the back wall, a nice couple with middle aged teen girls. A grandfather type was on the other side of them, he looked out of place--well dressed--very well dressed, very groomed and distinguished. He was regal. Slender, bald with a ring of white. Mandy figured him to be English. Beside him sat a young girl about ten.\par \tab On the left of Mandy was some rows of short pews, not very long as they were on the far-far left. In the rear most pew sat a nice looking man, a gray sweater with yellow trim, he bore a beard that was well trimmed. A full head of hair with a small gold loop earring in his right ear.\par \tab He looked nice. And harmless.\par \tab Laying in his lap partly was a little girl. A very little girl. No more than three or so. Mostly three. She was asleep. She wore a pink ruffled top with knit slacks, the kiddie kind. Mandy looked away to the other parishioners then looked back to the nice man and his little girl.\par \tab The Nice Man was consoling his daughter\rquote s butt, that seemed okay.\par \tab Another look away and then back.\page\tab The Nice Man was patting the girl\rquote s butt and Mandy noticed that a small portion of the child\rquote s butt crack was visible. It had been so before but Mandy hadn\rquote t paid it any attention. Until the Nice Man did. Lightly his finger slipped under the child\rquote s panty top hem and rubbed.\par \tab Was it innocent?\par \tab Nope!\par \tab Mandy observed (closely) as on the sly, with a leg crossed up over the other so as to block any absolute \ldblquote view\rdblquote or even innocent viewing, the Nice Man eased more and more of his finger down the crack of his daughter\rquote s ass crack. The top of her white panties was very visible, her black knit slacks were ill fitting to her and needed to pulled up, or exchanged to a pair that actually fit better.\par \tab Anyways, the child\rquote s head rested in the Nice Man\rquote s lap. Slowly, on the sly still, Nice Man Daddy began moving his daughter\rquote s head up and down (his bulge.)\par \tab Mandy was aghast.\par \tab But wait, there\rquote s more!\par \par \tab Daringly right in the pew Nice Man Daddy cupped his daughter\rquote s ass, bare handedly. He was damn close to whipping out his dick, too. He was sweating and in a \ldblquote bad way.\rdblquote At length the little girl stirred to an awakening state of being. But that wasn\rquote t an end to the molesting of her. After some cuddling and normal daddy stuff, it was so noted the little angel with light brown hair, sleepy blue eyes, needed to go pee--she clutched at her crotch as a strong indication.\par \tab There didn\rquote t seem to be a \ldblquote mommy\rdblquote figure anywhere abouts, the Nice Man Daddy whisked his child out of the pew and to the bathroom. HIS bathroom.\par \tab Mandy, again, felt compelled to take a looksee.\par \tab In a stall the daddy took his child, taking her black knit slacks and white panties down and sitting her on the toilet. The child quickly began to pee. Nice Man Daddy stood up, looked out into the bathroom and hauled out his massive fuck pole.\par \tab The little girl giggled and grinned and immediately opened her mouth! She was a pro--or at least experienced (with her daddy.) She gripped the phallic with her hands and then began kissing the head before her very young lips engulfed the head. Her daddy liked, a lot.\page\tab He humped the child in the mouth and up side her face before stooping down, standing her up and wiping her young cunny with toilet paper.\tab He cupped (copped) another feel of the little girl\rquote s ass, dragged the back of his finger up and down her extremely innocent cunny before sitting her the toilet again, opening her legs and expressly viewing her.\par \tab He soon tilted the child back, slipping off her pants and panties, resting her ankles up on his shoulder and \lquote going down on her\rquote for his leisure. \par \tab He licked and licked, sucked and sucked and fingered.\par \tab Mandy was appalled. \ldblquote You fucking scumbag!\rdblquote she said aloud.\par \tab Nothing. The man paid her no heed.\par \tab The little girl, though, looked right at her, placed her hands to her mouth and was in awe.\par \tab Mandy looked behind her as if there might be someone else about. Nope. There wasn\rquote t. Mandy didn\rquote t know what to do. If anything. \par \tab The child\rquote s father sat up, smacking his lips.\par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t believe the scum was taking such risks inside a public bathroom! But he was. And more. He turned his daughter around, she clutched the plumbing works to the toilet--her daddy stood and angled himself and pressed his manhood against her super soft ass cheeks.\par \tab There was no penetration, but not for the lack of trying. He humped and humped, grinded and poked. He soon turned the child back around, sat her back on the toilet lid and spread her legs wide. His manly prick went against her slit and he humped his fill until unloading.\par \par Scumbags in the Midst\par \tab Outside something familiar tickled (and tempted) Mandy\rquote s nose. Something familiar. Very familiar. Slowly walking about the scent leading her to the very rear of the narrow church Mandy found two young peoples smoking reefer. A girl and a guy. The girl was topless. She had on a short pleated gray skirt. Her panties were off on the well manicured lawn along with the boy\rquote s pants and underwear. They were getting high, drinking some beer, and doing what young teens like to do if and when they can get away with it.\par \tab And they were.\page\tab Mandy\rquote s attention was distracted, taking her to the other side of the church. Here she found Jerry and Kyle. Butt naked, fucking. Fucking and seriously making out--hands all over one another, groping and jerking one another off with occasional bouts of \ldblquote bending over\rdblquote and taking the friend\rquote s cock up the ass.\par \tab The boys pumped into one another\rquote s ass seriously hard and with dynamic umph. They sucked one another, balls, too. Hands on one another\rquote s ass, their tongues and noses up the other\rquote s crack, rim jobbing one another.\par \tab The stood and while deeply French Kissing one another, urinated on one another.\par \par Scumbags; the Second Act\par \tab In a pickup truck nearby the church a man sat nervously looking about. With him in the front seat was a young girl, about nine years young, super nice looking child with dark raven hair. She was very-very sweet looking. She was laid down in the seat, sucking off the daddy. \par \tab Her not so tight jeans were being inched down as the nervous daddy looked around for anyone too close to see. The young girl didn\rquote t seem to be distressed. She had a grip on the daddy schlong and worked it quickly. Her daddy worked her jeans down, panties, too. It only intensified the stiffness of his prick. When the clothes were out of the way enough he leaned down and began finger fucking his daughter\rquote s poop chute.\par \tab This action led to him unloading man cream into his daughter\rquote s mouth. The young girl gagged and choked some, but swallowed the goo nevertheless. As her father\rquote s cock softened she worked it, flopping it about in her young hands until it stiffened somewhat more.\par \tab The girl sat up, smacking her lips, grinning. She was sooooo cute.\par \tab Her daddy\rquote s dong was still somewhat soft. The girl, \ldblquote Carrie\rdblquote worked her clothes down to her ankles and then off. She sat in the seat facing her daddy, opening her legs and fingering her delicate poon. The daddy was enticed. He moaned, licked his lips, looked about nervously, closed his eyes and leaned down.\par \tab Carrie\rquote s legs opened wider, she sunk down further so as her daddy could get at her better; he began finger fucking her asshole with his finger while his tongue worked her slit.\page\tab He made many yummy sounds as he worked her. Carried pinched her nipples, bit her lip, and thrashed about in a worked up sexual manner. Her daddy worked his crank and finally sat up, \ldblquote Oh baby, I gotta put it in you.\rdblquote he proclaimed.\par \tab Carried scooted over. Her daddy pulled off her little top and she was nude. He then worked his jeans and underwear down, the steering wheel was already tilted up and out of the way; Carrie eased onto her daddy\rquote s lap and his cock rested against her.\par \tab They held one another for a moment (or two.) The daddy caressing his naked daughter, cupping her naked ass and continuing to finger fuck her asshole. Soon, though, she was rising up and the daddy\rquote s cock disappeared into her body.\par \tab Carrie\rquote s little face screwed up, her mouth opened wide, her little body tightened and she shuddered as the length of the invading prong entered her where she peed from. Her daddy worked her little body up and down until he was seated.\par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t believe it. She had seen men fuck little girls before, all had been mind boggling that such young girls could take a man\rquote s cock. It only furthered the notion that this was messed up--beyond belief. It wasn\rquote t real.\par \par \tab In an older model pickup parked where the light didn\rquote t come, a man stood wiping down a young girl. Two boys were nearby drying themselves off. All had come from a nearby creek. A slight breeze there was in the air, there was another toot from the old locomotive somewhere far off. Was that a sign? Was Mandy supposed to go to it?\par \tab She watched the man with a beard and too much hair. He wore only swim trunks. He bore a huge tattoo on his right arm, more were scattered actually all over his body. He looked about nervously for security\rquote s sake; the little girl about 5 he stripped down to the bare skin. She shivered in the cool of the night air. Curly blond hair, very small body. The man looked about and Mandy could see that he had a bulge, a massive bulge in his black swim trunks. The child stood on the running board of the pickup.\par \tab The two boys, 8 and 10-ish, clambered into the truck\rquote s cab via the open door where the man and little girl, their sister, occupied space. A huge pile of clothes and what looked like camping gear was in the front seat. The boys went to the far side and began stripping naked--giggling all the way.\page\tab The man took another look around and slipped out his cock. He took the little girl\rquote s hand and had her work it. Looking around some more the man hugged the little girl, patting her ass and fingering her pussy. \par \tab The child handled her daddy\rquote s cock, squeezing the elongated member and then began to kiss the head. The two boys playfully fussed with one another, farting (pretend) and being typical boys (albeit naked.)\par \tab The daddy soon turned the little girl around and laid her into the truck onto the cracked worn vinyl seat. The man\rquote s hand took some time caressing the child\rquote s ass flesh. The cheeks were parted and her hole was closely examined. He leaned in and began a tedious bout of replacing his \ldblquote finger\rdblquote with his cock; it moved all over the flesh, poking and gliding up and down the crack.\par \tab At length, though, he turned the child about, her knees on the seat, her mouth about his prong. The two brothers were now enticed and came nakedly up to their sister\rquote s bouncing ass. The oldest got his turn first, he seemed to go in with no effort at all. Once in he pumped steadily, gripping his little sister\rquote s ass and just going for it.\par \tab The younger brother fondled himself and watched.\par \tab The little girl didn\rquote t seem distressed. She sucked happily on her father\rquote s cock until he unloaded a massive wad of man spunk. The boy in her asshole pulled out, spanking his monkey and letting the younger brother take a turn.\par \tab The daddy rubbed his softening schlong all over his sweet child\rquote s face, still cumming, too. The younger brother stuck his sister\rquote s asshole and pumped vigorously just to fuck and get the \ldblquote feeling\rdblquote so sought after by all cocks.\par \tab The boys were encouraged to \ldblquote lick her hole\rdblquote by their father.\par \tab They did so.\par \tab Mandy moved on.\par \par I Didn\rquote t Need to See That\par \tab A small town burg, small town Americana. A Midwestern type town, virtually everyone in town knew everyone. There were get-togethers, socials; drive-bys without shooting someone. Little League, Saturday nite at the movies w/o violence or sex--just the suggestion of it. The malt shop was the focal point for the center of attention and served multiple purposes as a media outlet.\page\tab There were chili cook-offs, county fairs, family picnic outings, the nearby mill were everyone worked. Fishing and camping and very little crime of any kind.\par \tab The chili cook-off. It was a big to-do to be held the following day.\par \tab Mandy walked down on the sidewalks, she was in a tither. With herself. Deeply confused and everything. Sexual depravity seemed to fill her every waking move. Was that a clue? Was there a particular reason for it? She began to wonder to herself if she were indeed having some sort of psychosis. Perhaps a bump to the head, she had slipped on the floor at the pizzeria and was actually in the hospital unconscious and on the \lquote trip\rquote of a lifetime.\par \tab She came to an eatery. It was closed. Written in large block letters was many words about the chili cook-off and the county fair. Mandy took note of some activity in the rear of the building. She closed her eyes and suddenly--she was there!\par \tab It was a green building, low light, and a dirty unkempt back alley.\par \tab She could see into the back area of the establishment thru a screen door. A low light was within. It was a secondary kitchen of some sort, extra stores for the restaurant.\par \tab A tall lanky man was washing a ton of dishes and cussing.\par \tab County music blared out of the radio nearby.\par \tab There was yet more activity. A short dumpy man in serious need of a bath, a shave, a haircut, was fussing about checking a huge vat/pot of something bubbling within. Chili.\par \tab\ldblquote Fucking Paul!\rdblquote bitched the man washing the dishes.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, fucking asshole Paul!\rdblquote amended the burly beefy dude.\par \tab\ldblquote Going to have to get back at that bastard!\rdblquote said the man still washing the dishes. \ldblquote Stuck here while everyone else is out having a good time!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Including him!\rdblquote added the second man. He stirred the huge vat of bubbling chili.\par \tab\ldblquote Best chili my ass!\rdblquote he sparked.\par \tab\ldblquote Man, he\rquote d be pissed if he lost!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Ha!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Hey what?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We can MAKE him lose!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote How?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote He\rquote d probably fucking blame us, but he couldn\rquote t prove it!\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote Whatever, \lquote serves him fucking right for making us stay here and do these fucking dishes and watch over his precious fucking chili!\rdblquote\par \tab The men seemed upset. Mandy hung lose for a moment, there was a kitty cat nearby noshing on something it had caught for its dinner. There was more of a convo from the two men, Mandy missed some of it.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah!\rdblquote said the beefy pudgy fella.\par \tab\ldblquote Add a dash of this--!\rdblquote smirked the tall goofy lanky fuck. In his hand he had some sort of bottle. He poured a smidgen of whatever into the precious batch of chili. Then he dumped the whole thing and tossed the bottle into the trash.\par \tab The pudgy man roared with laughter.\par \tab\ldblquote What else?\rdblquote what else to add to the perfect prize winning chili seven years in a row that would spoil it for sure\'85\par \tab The tall man perused a spice rack and thru the various other accouterments. Suddenly, the pudgy man got the \ldblquote dog doggie fucking\rdblquote look, \ldblquote Ut oh!\rdblquote he cried out, \ldblquote gotta go!\rdblquote and he dashed off into the darkness down a hall.\par \tab The tall man fondled his balls, scratched his ass, and made a selection. He dumped an entire bottle of whatever herb into the batch of chili, gave it a stir, then spit into the vat.\par \tab His companion returned, fanning the air behind him. \ldblquote Whew!\rdblquote he exclaimed, \ldblquote DON\rquote T go in there!\rdblquote he chided.\par \tab\ldblquote Jesus H Fucking Christ on a Stick!\rdblquote bitched his friend, \ldblquote What the fuck did you eat!\rdblquote as the noxious odor from the bathroom--and quite possibly from the pudgy man himself.\par \tab\ldblquote Chuck-oh\rquote s\rquote s Blue Plate Special for dinner!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Jesus Christ!\rdblquote coughed-sputtered the lanky man. He wiped his eyes and returned to the dishes.\par \tab\ldblquote What about Charlie\rquote s chili?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck Charlie\rquote s chili!\rdblquote scoffed the tall man.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, I would but then I\rquote d have a chili dick!\rdblquote \par \tab Mandy rolled her eyes, so did the man stuck washing the dishes.\par \tab\ldblquote You gonna mop the fucking floor or do I gotta do THAT, too!?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Alright, alright, chill out!\rdblquote\par \tab The pudgy man grabbed a nearby mop, and then--his eyes bulged and face went ashen. \ldblquote Gotta go!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We aint never gonna get to go home if\rquote in you keep bugging out to the sitter every five minutes!\rdblquote bitched the dish washing man.\page\tab\ldblquote I had some of Charlie\rquote s chili, too!\rdblquote added the pudgy got-the-shits-man.\par \tab\ldblquote Figures.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Ole Charlie would shit bricks golden if people ate his chili and got the shits!\rdblquote added the man in the bathroom down the short hall. More noxious odor came wafting down and filled the small back room. Dish Washing Man coughed and sputtered, \ldblquote My eyes! My eyes!\rdblquote he said almost to himself, he fumbled about in the near darkness and flung open the screen door, propping it open. The cat noshing on its evening meal hissed at the man. The Dish Washing Man stomped his feet and scattered the kitty.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you hear what I said?\rdblquote Pudgy Man said coming back to the room, sweating and zipping up his ill-fitting jeans.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, yeah.\rdblquote griped the other.\par \tab\ldblquote You think all that extra stuff we put in there will fuck up people? Give them the shits?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Naw, we\rquote d have to put in more stuff or something that WOULD give the shits to people.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Like laxatives or something?\rdblquote \par \tab\ldblquote Yeah!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We no got.\rdblquote\tab\par \tab\ldblquote Figures.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I could shit in it!\rdblquote \par \tab Dish Washing Man turned to his friend, \ldblquote You sick fuck!\rdblquote\par \tab Pudgy Man giggled, it was just a joke.\par \par \tab Minutes later and the Pudgy Man was naked, squatting over the vat grunting. Mandy felt sickened, she couldn\rquote t believe what she was seeing--and she couldn\rquote t believe she was watching. At least she didn\rquote t see the man\rquote s turds plopping from the man\rquote s ass--that would be a bit much. He made satisfying groans and moans as he unloaded loaf after loaf.\par \tab When done and done, he stood and leaned against a wall for several minutes, sweating and grunting. \ldblquote I-I think that\rquote s enough!\rdblquote he said at last.\par \tab\ldblquote One more.\rdblquote said his friend, the tall dish washing man ambled over, holding his nose, and was naked, too. He masturbated a moment until he began to cum, a nice load of man spunk he drenched into the 20 gallons of special homemade chili. He then urinated into the vat and spit in it again, too.\par \tab Mandy moved on again\'85\page Scumbags, the Second Cumming\par \tab Wandering around was getting tiresome. She wasn\rquote t hungry and couldn\rquote t remember when the last time she had anything to eat, or drink. Was that a sign, or a simple oversight? She could feel the ground/sidewalk beneath her feet, and she was wearing tennis shoes. When did THAT happen? She knew acquiring clothes from somewhere, but the shoes? She didn\rquote t remember the shoes.\par \tab She didn\rquote t let it bother her. She had learned-or WAS learning, worrying or doting or contemplating or thinking about past crap was useless. Worrying about ANYTHING only made you fucking crazy!\par \tab She thought about looking for the two boys, Ted and Danny from the Dude Raunch. She didn\rquote t see them. She saw nice people walking the streets, going from the Church to the Malt Shoppe, window shopping, holding hands and skipping.\par \tab At another time, and place, Mandy would have looked upon the scene with disdain, displeasure, disgust. But after all that she had been thru she had softened. What she saw in the Midwestern Americana town made her wish she was actually a part of it.\par \tab After crossing a small street letting onto the main drag she came to a hedge fence encircling a group of single story apartments. She closed her eyes and suddenly she was IN one of those apartments!\par \tab There was disorientation and a queasiness throughout her body. It quickly passed and she looked around. It was dark where she was, which was a hallway. It slowly came to be more illuminated, but still dark. Behind her a tv set was on in a small compact living room. No one was there, though.\par \tab There was a hall bathroom and someone in the shower.\par \tab There was a closed door and a door askew.\par \tab Mandy checked the \ldblquote door askew.\rdblquote\par \tab A woman lay sprawled on a bed being doinked by a young teenage boy. The woman was late 30s, not too tall, long curly black hair, long limbs, and deeply enthralled in being made love to by the long tall skinny blond haired youth doinking her.\par \tab By a family photo on the wall and bedside, they were mother and son.\par \tab Mandy was a little repulsed.\par \tab Who was, then, in the shower? The daddy? A sister? Aunt? Grandma?\par \tab Ewewewewe\page\tab The tall long limbed naked youth was about 15 or so, very tan and very into shagging his mother. The mother was as much into it as her son. Their arms and legs akimbo, they flailed madly on the bed as they came into the finale of their illicit bliss.\par \tab When done, the boy kissed his mother, deeply and very passionately.\par \tab He fondled her breasts and continued with the pumping action of his cock jammed to the hilt (still) in the pussy that had bore him. He strained, pumped furiously and then strained some more.\par \tab The shower in the bathroom stopped. \par \tab The boy and his mother didn\rquote t seem to care. The mother\rquote s hands went all over her nude son, mostly squeezing his ass. The boy seemed enamored and enjoyed squeezing his mother\rquote s bodacious breasts. Slowly the boy withdrew from his mother\rquote s cunt and somehow managed to glide up her body. His cock was not totally spent, not soft. It rested nicely between his mother\rquote s mounds and the mother (Alice) gripped the slimey cunt pleasing cock and began tantalizing it some more, flicking her tongue to the cum squirting piss slit.\par \tab This went on for several minutes before the boy (Tommy) began to do what he did best--shoot cum. And surprisingly there was a lot of it! A massive squirt load spewed forth from his prong and coated his mother\rquote s face. Alice gripped hard her son\rquote s ass with one hand, the other gripped the head of his cock as he strained against her skin, unleashing more cum splatter.\par \tab The hall bathroom door opened and there was light. The light was switched off and someone had come out. Mandy felt her feet firmly planted to the shag green carpet and couldn\rquote t move to see who it was. \par \tab Tommy finally began to show signs of his sexual umph nose diving.\par \tab His mother flailed her legs about, clenching her pussy which was still \ldblquote on fire.\rdblquote Tommy humped and humped his mother\rquote s tits until his cock just flat out softened and would do no more. (for the time being) He eased off of his mother\rquote s sweaty body and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was too sensitive even for a \ldblquote touch.\rdblquote \par \tab His mother, Alice, quickly began to fingering her pussy into a furor.\par \tab\ldblquote Tommy--Tommy----\rdblquote said his mother in a voice that was quavering.\par \tab The boy turned his head, noted his mother still in a bad way and so he did what any loving son could do in such a situation--with a flaccid schlong. He went down on his mother!\page\tab Five minutes or so of cunt licking was enough to bring Tommy\rquote s cock back to full strength. He re-mounted his mother and stuffed her one more time. He fucked furiously and quickly, grinding and gyrating, not just simply plowing his prick in and out like a rabid dog or as quick like a bunny, slow methodic pumps. \par \tab Sometimes Tommy brought his dick out and humped his mother\rquote s cunt lips. He tried for the \ldblquote backdoor\rdblquote entrance but his mother wasn\rquote t into that and re-directed his naughty dong to the proper place.\par \tab Tommy somehow managed to stretch their illicit relationship to a full ten minutes! His cock would not be denied and he entered into the final throws of lovemaking. His mother was entering into the same threshold and they pounded furiously until their was no more to give.\par \tab Cum and sweat swathed them. They lay still heaving on the sweat (and cum) soaked bed for several minutes.\par \tab It was the mother who sought sleep and found it.\par \tab Tommy sat up, ran his fingers through his hair, farted, humped his cock with his hand and stared at his naked mother for a long while. Finally, though, the urge and need to pee overwhelmed him and he moved on weak trembling legs to the bathroom.\par \tab He left the door open and straddled the toilet for a nice long pee.\par \tab Looking into the mirror he determined that a simple face wash wouldn\rquote t do it, he entered into the shower and steamed the place up. \par \tab Mandy peered into the living room, the long sofa was with its back to her, someone was in the middle watching tv, a female type someone as of the hair and hairstyle. No movement from Alice, she was in zonkville.\par \tab Tommy took nearly fifteen minutes in the shower.\par \tab He emerged to find the girl from the living room sitting on the toilet.\par \tab Mandy had watched her get up and disappear into a side room (kitchen). She then came waltzing butt bare assed naked down the short hall. Noticeably was the fact that her approx. 14-15 year old poon was bald, cleanly shaven, bikini waxed. Nice breasts, not sagging too badly, almost \ldblquote ski-sloped\rdblquote -like. Nicely tan was her body, full bodied dark brown hair, no blemishes or unsightly moles.\par \tab Tommy\rquote s dong took only a couple of seconds of gawking at her on the toilet to get hard. The girl completed peeing, Tommy dried himself while getting a blowjob\'85\page\tab The two moved into the living room.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re mom alright?\rdblquote the girl, Daphne, asked.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh yeah, wore her out!\rdblquote Tommy said with a sheepish smile.\par \tab He was fairly good looking. Fifteen years young and six foot two inches tall. Daphne had sucked Tommy\rquote s cock until she had gotten the \ldblquote end result\rdblquote of cocksucking. She swallowed, wiped her cunny and then stood, embraced her tall lover and the two left the bathroom.\par \tab On the sofa in the living room they watched an old black and white movie. Tommy made some popcorn and got the two some sodas. Forty-five minutes later and the mother (Alice) moved from her bed to the bathroom. She shut the door.\par \tab The toilet was heard to flush.\par \tab Then the shower was to be going.\par \tab Daphne sucked Tommy again and while the credits rolled on the movie they had just watched, Tommy noshed on his girlfriend\rquote s cunt; the girl\rquote s ass at the edge of the cushion, Tommy on his knees tongue pleasing the girlfriend\rquote s cunt. She tweaked her nipples and frigged her clit.\par \tab At length Tommy\rquote s cock was ready for one more activity.\par \tab\tab \par \tab Tommy was in his \ldblquote second\rdblquote cumming when Mandy awoke. She awoke with a startle. It wasn\rquote t the vocalness of Tommy and his girlfriend thrashing on the sofa, it was something else. It was elusive to Mandy for the moment, she sat up and found herself hungry. And slightly horny. Her pussy tingled--with eyes focused on Tommy\rquote s sweaty ass as he bounced up and down, his balls slapping against Daphne\rquote s body, Mandy felt the need creep up on her (again.)\par \tab The sound of a train whistle blew into her mind.\par \tab It frightened her. It HAD meaning. She didn\rquote t know what the fuck it meant, but something. Surely something. Was she supposed to find out, to go look and see or what???\par \tab The bathroom door opened and Tommy\rquote s mother stepped out. Mandy could just see her nude form, \ldblquote Don\rquote t forget about tomorrow, Tommy.\rdblquote the woman said, her voice, her accent was very strange, almost like from New York, or south of New York. (New Jersey)\par \tab Tommy thrusted deeply into his girl and strained ridiculously and nodded to his mother. Daphne clutched to Tom\rquote s arms and pumped back. She succumbed to a marvelous orgasm. Mandy frigged her cunny and \lquote relieved\rquote herself on the loveseat cushion she sat on.\par \par \tab Daphne was asleep. So was Tommy. Mandy was sleepy, but couldn\rquote t sleep. She found that she could operate the remote control and switched off the tv. She found it strange, very strange, that she could \ldblquote touch\rdblquote anything and feel it and operate it; but no one could \ldblquote touch\rdblquote her--unless she wanted them too\'85\par \tab She didn\rquote t understand.\par \tab And she wasn\rquote t so sure that she wanted to.\par \tab On the sofa Tommy and Daphne lay naked together. If she was a girlfriend and not related to either Alice or Tommy, why was she still in the apartment? It was way after midnight, shouldn\rquote t she be home elsewhere? Mandy didn\rquote t know the story, and didn\rquote t care to, either.\par \tab It was figured that her \ldblquote ride\rdblquote back to the dude ranch was long gone. No need to go out in the chill of the night in search of. It was warm in the apartment. She felt the need to pee, though. She made way to the bathroom and did just that.\par \tab She then took a shower.\par \tab She could feel the water, it was relaxing. It was invigorating. She frigged her cunny and brought herself almost to a climax. In her mind there were suddenly the images of the boys from the mall (Chptr 19 pg. 13). She was no better than that security scum, Richard. No better. So be it.\par \tab But there was no little boys about for Mandy to get naughty with.\par \tab Only Tommy.\par \tab With older boys there was the dilemma/worry/concern of getting knocked up. Could she get pregnant wherever it was she was? How would she handle it? She sighed, breathed, and dried off.\par \tab In Alice\rquote s bedroom the woman was still nude laying partly on her stomach sound to sleep. In the living room Daphne lay on Tommy, both entwined in one another. Mandy let them be and moved into the kitchen.\par \tab Roast beef, meatballs, three types of cheese, crackers, and beer.\par \tab Mandy helped herself.\par \tab Quiet Solitude. It was cause for reflection. A time to reconsider, consider all things that had happened. She couldn\rquote t, though, fathom WHERE to begin!? When had the goofy strange shit begun? At the pizzeria? Was she actually kidnapped, was there actually a cabin? Maybe it was worse than that, maybe NONE of it was real! Wow--that was a concept. Maybe--nah, she firmly believed without a doubt she had had a life prior to the turmoil--whenever the hell it happened.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }