{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 6\par Journeying\par Chapter 12\par Safety Exits are Closed\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par Gothic Purple\par \tab It was only obvious that something was amiss with Tuck. Whatever it was he was keeping it to himself. Samantha was \ldblquote returned\rdblquote to living status by some gadget-device-object that Danny had indeed found in his Dad\rquote s lab. It was a \ldblquote counter acting\rdblquote device prototype. But from the lab notes and such it was low key and only worked on \ldblquote some\rdblquote gadgets. By the crude drawings and notes Danny determined that it was keyed to the one that held Samantha in limbo.\par \tab The trio made their movie (Spawn of the Dead in 3D), a bit of paling around at a nearby malt shoppe, and general stuff three fast friends did before parting for home. Sam\rquote s was close by and first to go. \par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re awfully quiet.\rdblquote Danny said to his pal, Tuck, \lquote for once.\rquote\par \tab Tuck didn\rquote t respond but seemed preoccupied.\par \tab\ldblquote If you wanna talk, you know where to find me.\rdblquote Danny offered. The two friends parted and Danny went home.\par \tab Some hours later--just before midnight, Tucker called.\par \par \tab Explaining to Danny what had happened after Danny had left the gym that day was a toughie. Tucker had gone over it in his head over and over and over. And sitting beside Sam in the darkened movie theatre was a toughie. He had seen her panties, he had pulled her panties down (some) and saw ass flesh, FELT ass flesh and had her wrap her fingers about his cock! He still found it hard to breathe.\par \tab And he couldn\rquote t keep it to himself.\par \tab After telling Danny, he waited. There was no expression from Danny. Not at first, his face was stoic, emotionless. Tuck waited. They sat in the backyard of Danny\rquote s home, a sort of kiddie fort on the ground concealed by shrubs and small trees. Danny seemed lost in thought. Tucker waited.\par \tab And waited.\par \tab And then waited some more.\page\tab Finally, Danny began to nod his head, a quirky little smile quivered at one corner of his mouth, \ldblquote COOL!\rdblquote he exclaimed.\par \tab Tucker was relieved, it was the sign he was looking for.\par \par \tab Despite being socially challenged, the trio always seemed to be surrounded by other classmates. The only time they had actually to themselves was after school on the weekends when nothing at the school was going on. Danny invited Tucker and Samantha over, to \ldblquote hangout\rdblquote in the backyard fort. They did so every so often, to get away from \ldblquote society\rdblquote and chill together. They usually bagged on everyone they knew, swapped juicy bits of gossip they had heard thru the week, discussed their plight in life, friends, parents, and school.\par \tab With munchies and drinks the three gathered and began their discussion. As usually, Sam was attired in her purple ensemble; and when sitting--there was no furniture in the fort, just throw pillows, rugs, and small wooden tables, a tire, etc.--and so even while sitting, on her butt, knees up, arms about her knees, her skirt outfit still concealed her juicy bits.\par \tab Tuck and Sam got into conversing, Danny fished about a brown paper bag pulling out their munchies when suddenly (again) Sam went suddenly quiet. Inside the munchies bag at the bottom was the Phanton gadget Tucker had used days earlier.\par \tab Again the boys check to make sure their friend was \ldblquote stunned.\rdblquote\par \tab She was. They clicked their fingers, waved their hands and fists before her eyes and then, Tuck showed Danny what he had done as he said he had done--brushing his hands up against Sam\rquote s breasts.\par \tab Danny lost all color, totally flabbergasted and awed.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh-ly shit!\rdblquote he burbled.\par \tab Tucker smiled and boldly opened Sam\rquote s arms and fondled each of the girl\rquote s breasts. Danny knew that the fourteen year old wouldn\rquote t put up with that bullshit. She remained stunned, still, quiet. Tucker was beaming, glowing--hard.\par \tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s lay her down.\rdblquote Danny quipped.\par \tab Tuck was all for that!\par \par \tab Carefully the boys pulled Sam\rquote s legs out then tilted and laid the girl out on the rugs and such. When she was flat out, the boys took a moment before\'85\page\par A now for something completely different\'85\par \tab Colleen was still a little standoffish and not 100 percent into the narly doings of the rest of the group. Maggie and Brian, though, had settled right in. Might as well, there was little else to do. Colleen, though, did participate in on some of the sexual shenanigans, she wasn\rquote t put off or anything--if one of the horny horndoggy boys (or men) wanted to shag her, she let them.\par \tab At times she would sit and watch as the horndoggy boys (and men) took their pleasures to the young ones, she had mixed feelings and couldn\rquote t understand them. There was a burning yearning along with a morality issue festering within her.\par \tab Maggie and Brian, though, seemed to have no problem with that and happily and eagerly and willingly joined in on the sexual depravity.\par \tab Gram, the instigator, never returned.\par \tab Mike was glad.\par \tab A few days after the \ldblquote little house by peach creek at Grass Valley\rdblquote incident, the infamous Phase Shift indicated a shift in the universe was imminent. The decision was made to make a go of it, the only resolute concern was dropping into a nasty world of minotaurs--like the ones that had decimated the outpost of those nuns of the Calming Hand. It was thought, too, there were probably worse worlds to come into. \par \tab But it was still hoped to return to their old world, their Birth World. And Jake, ever the dreamer, hoped to return to his butt buddy, Skyler.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\par Cape Whatever\par \tab When the Phase Shifting completed, it still looked as though it were in progress, in that the gray Fog of Transition still seemed to be going on. But there was a significant change in temperature. It WAS fog, however, regular fog--wet fog. Wet dense heavy cold fog.\par \tab\ldblquote Well this sucks!\rdblquote bitched Jake. He huddled to the ground in hopes of gaining better vision. He didn\rquote t. The fog was thick and barely moved. \par \tab Along with the fog there was a strange scent, or an odor. Determining what it was exactly was a bit of a trick. Moving out, still hunkered down, Jake discovered a wet grassy field. It was significant as he had been hunkered down on hard gravely ground. \page\tab Shifting in the opposite direction he found more grassy grass, giving that the group had come to rest on a 10 foot wide patch of hard gravely ground.\par \tab Or a road.\par \tab\ldblquote We got to get out of this dampness.\rdblquote decreed John. He held his granddaughter Samantha, Mike held his little girl, Shannon. Goldie held Jake\rquote s hand\'85\par \tab Slowly they group moved as a whole, the \ldblquote road\rdblquote seemed straight, turning slowly. The heavy scent of pines filled their senses, then there was a telltale distinctive sound of what could only be waves crashing against rock. \par \tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s move really carefully, now.\rdblquote suggested strongly John.\par \tab Slowly-ever so slowly the group came to a structure.\par \tab It was a house.\par \tab A big house.\par \tab An old house.\par \tab A big old house by the sea.\par \par \tab An 1880s style Victorian home, very well weathered, but still sound. It sat perched on a rocky cliff that overlooked a grand sea. A great stand of pines were off to one side, not a damn thing was anywhere else.\par \tab No power lines, no telephone poles. The house was \ldblquote antique\rdblquote and an architect\rquote s dream. Three stories, three \ldblquote towers\rdblquote like a castle that stretched up twenty more feet. A large deck/patio on the second floor. No propane or gas, but as many as four fireplaces with two on the first/ground floor (one in the kitchen, the other in the living room.)\par \tab No one was home.\par \tab No one had been in the home for some time.\par \tab There was a stocked pantry, a layer of dust on everything, stacked wood, hand painted pictures on the walls, some peeling paint, some furniture but not a lot. Five bedrooms with a bathroom at each end of the hallway on the upper floors, two bathrooms on the first floor.\par \tab There was a carved set of steps making way to the small inland/horseshoe-like beach 150 feet below the house. Nothing of significance was there, though; no caves, no pier or boat(s).\par \tab A fire was quickly started in the two fireplaces, the house was quickly gone through. Not a lot of furnishings, as stated, or clothes. He food supply was generous and there was more in the cellar.\page\tab\ldblquote I think we\rquote re home for a while.\rdblquote Jake said. John and Mike were cool with it. It was better than any other place they had been to. They hoped all would remain good.\par \par Getting to know you\'85\par \tab Jake claimed one of the bedrooms, having Drake, Trisha, Kasey, and Goldie bed with him. Mike claimed the next bedroom, his daughters Shannon and Molly with him; Colleen, her brother Brian and friend Maggie bedded with John and his granddaughter\rquote s, Brittany and Samantha.\par \tab All the rooms had beds, handmade from the pine forest nearby. Evry stick of furniture (of what furniture there was) was crafted from the nearby forest. Not fine crafted, no artisan on hand or sculpturist, but not hastily or crudely put together either. \par \tab It was the same with the house, large areas were unfinished and unfurnished--and long time absent. There was no indication of who had built the Victorian style home, who had lived there, who had stocked it, anything. It was a little spooky but livable.\par \tab The phase shift indicator indicated nada.\par \tab There were days of blissful warm sunshine, the water below was cold and not too friendly for swimming, just a mere fifteen feet out and it was over one\rquote s head. There were strong sucking currents and sucking sand, too. As before, no caves. The cliff stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions. There was nothing but flat landscape in all others.\par \tab No weapons in the house, not a whole hell of a lot of anything.\par \tab But there was food, shelter, and a sort of camaraderie among the group. Colleen eventually settled into prancing about nude and giving her body to those horny horndogs who wished to horn her. She even spread her legs (and cheeks) for her young brother, Brian! But mostly Brian was interested in the \ldblquote other\rdblquote girls of the group--mostly John\rquote s seven year old granddaughter Samantha. The other granddaughter also gave him equal pleasure, usually with John present and schooling them in \ldblquote positions.\rdblquote John, too, took pleasures with the boy including spanking and oral (along with the anal\'85)\par \tab Though Goldie had mostly sided with Jake she opened her legs, mouth, and cheeks to the other dicks, John and Mike mostly sunk their bones into her body, Drake and Brian followed behind but not as much.\par \tab A week past. The Phase Shifter Indicator remained unIndicating.\page\tab A generous supply of wood had been acquired. A pony cart found in a small shed beside the home was used--no ponies or other animals so brute force was utilized for the pulling. In the forest wild mushrooms, potatoes, leeks, carrots, strawberries, and wild herbs assorted grew wild and in abundance. A natural spring creek had been found.\par \tab No trails, no roads, flat landscape and little else.\par \tab Two weeks.\par \tab Three weeks--four--five-six\'85\par \tab There were mixed days of good weather and foggy weather. It rained two days and nights and was foggy four days thereafter. The house creaked and groaned and made its inhabitants a little wary--the house was built right on the edge of the cliff\'85\par \tab But it seemed sound enough.\par \tab The PSI remained unIndicating.\par \par \par \tab The time had come when Jake drew curious about \ldblquote time.\rdblquote Specifically his birthday. So much time had passed he had forgotten about time, the day and month. When traipsing thru various non-birth worlds, time was irrelevant. But with the PSI not I-ing, and the group seemingly settling down, Jake had time to contemplate. He figured he was fifteen by the time. He had been fourteen ALMOST fifteen when encountering Forrest, he had been with him in that desert town a couple of months, then--then it had been traipsing into the \ldblquote other\rdblquote worlds with Skyler, then on his own (sort of) a couple more months or so--or so it seemed.\par \tab While thinking about his birthday, he noted the others of his group seemed have aged some as well, Drake-Trisha-Kasey specifically. Not so much John\rquote s granddaughters Brittany and Samantha and Mike\rquote s girls, Shannon and Molly. But they were new, too.\par \tab Drake was about Jake\rquote s age, his hair untrimmed/untamed had grown to his shoulders, he was getting muscles and becoming quite something to look at when naked.\par \tab Trisha and Kasey were sprouting right along, too; Kasey had had more of a \ldblquote chest\rdblquote than her friend Trisha, but now they were both about the same in the titty department and more developed all around in general.\par \tab For Colleen, she still looked upon the sexual depravity with some disdain. Her friend Maggie just went right along without pre-thought or anything. So did brother Brian. \page\tab As previously stated, Colleen willingly spread her legs and cheeks for her bro, but it was the way of the group, the new way of living. But still, Colleen had reservations. Often she would stare as she watched the likes of Mike, John, and/or Jake & Drake jacking off onto the pretty face of one of the young girls. Colleen was eleven years young and knew what the teen boys and men did was wrong. She also understood that she was not in \ldblquote Kansas\rdblquote anymore and things were very different to be.\par \tab But still, there were misgivings. \par \tab She herself didn\rquote t particularly care for the taste of the cum splashed onto her face--and she derived no excitement or sexual fulfillment from being reamed in the ass. And she didn\rquote t care for being spanked or sprayed with pee. She was coerced into licking out Maggie\rquote s cunt and licking her asshole clean of spunk matter; she didn\rquote t care for that, either. And for sucking her brother? Having her brother poke her pussy and asshole? No, she really didn\rquote t go for any of that stuff, either.\par \tab After a time, after settling for weeks yea months in the Victorian home on the cliff, she began to wonder if there was possibly something the matter with her--everyone else was into the illicit acts. Most walked around the grand home naked. In like the weather--if someone wasn\rquote t having sex somewhere right off, wait a moment or two and someone would!\par \tab So, Colleen often found herself in the nearby pine forest. She didn\rquote t care for the small beach below the cliff-side home, too windy and noisy. The forest was quiet and serene. The pine forest was some 500 acres. There were small animals about and some deer had been seen, but they were very skittish and difficult to track down. \par \tab There were several serene places of tranquility within the forest, Colleen knew them and explored them, as well as exploring the whole of the forest itself. She had come to mark various trails and had come to the edge of the forest that opened out to the vast landscape on all the open sides from the cliff.\par \tab At length Colleen heard voices--noises. She at first thought some of the others where about, but she didn\rquote t see them. Being careful (stealthy) she slipped about until coming upon a small family camped out in a small hollow not far from the creek.\par \tab How long they had been there unnoticed until was unknown. But they seemed to have been in place for awhile. Colleen remained hidden, she sighed as she watched over the family--a handsome teen boy had just pulled his pants and underwear down, his penis was raging hard; his attention was to a very young little girl, the boy went to his knees and undressed her\'85\page\tab There, too, there were two adults--the parents, and another teenager, a girl, but some years younger than the boy. Colleen couldn\rquote t believe it, was everyone in the world a perv?\par \tab The adults didn\rquote t seem to mind or care or whatever as their son pushed down the kiddie pants of their five-ish year old daughter. She was incredibly cute, blond curly hair, small body frame, and cute. Her pinkish pants and panties were pushed down and her pinkish shirt pulled up and off. The girl was then laid out on the soft mossy grass, her legs parted and the boy went down on her. Colleen could see the boy\rquote s swinging balls, his hard cum dripping cock\'85\par \tab The adult male-dad was aroused, he stood and undone his pants, his cock popped out and was dramatically as hard as his son\rquote s. The mom/wife worked the manly organ, but it was the other daughter who took the daddy prick, kissing the head before sucking it into her mouth.\par \tab Colleen began to wonder if there was possibly something the matter with her? \par \par \tab The teenage boy, 19 yr old Peter, pressed his peter against the little girl, his five year sister Carol Anne. Fourteen year old Dana had successfully sucked off her Dad\rquote s dick, his spunk matter splashing into her mouth and then onto her face--then onto her bare breasts as during the suck she had pulled off her shirt.\par \tab The adult mother had stripped off her clothes and laid out on the moss, opening her legs and getting busy with the fingering-pleasuring of herself. Soon after her hubby, Stephan, had creamed all over their teenage daughter\rquote s face he went down on her, licking and sucking, nipping at her clit before crawling onto her very womanly body. For forty, the woman looked as good as any 20 something year old!\par \tab The teenage girl didn\rquote t wipe of her Daddy\rquote s spunk matter, she sat on her heels watching her Daddy and Mommy fool around, she lightly fingered herself and then watched her brother fuck with the youngest member of the family.\par \par \tab It was the Birk family, Stephan Birk, his wife Diane with their children Peter, Dana, and Carol Anne. They had not actually been in the new world all that long and had readily accepted their fate, understanding the concept of transitioning from one world to the next. To them it was no big deal, in a new world there were no one to fear of retribution for their illicit antics.\par \tab When Colleen returned to the Victorian house, she kept the family in the woods to herself. But just one day later and the family Birk made an appearance anyways. They were dressed. Jake, John, Mike made them welcome and they joined the household.\par \tab It didn\rquote t take long before the Birk family became \ldblquote aware\rdblquote of the narly business of the Jake/John/Mike family--and vice versa! A nice blending soon ensued, with Peter sticking Colleen right off much to her chagrin!\par \par A little \lquote ho for your Christmas\par \tab The family Birk lived in an upscale neighborhood of a suburb outside a major metropolitan city. Upscale with a very lovely two-story home, two car garage with two fairly new cars in the drive. The daddy, Stephan, worked in a large office building as some sort of consultant. The mother, Diane, worked as the head of a charity organization.\par \tab Neither of those jobs combined would actually seem to support the family in such a neighborhood. No one raised any questions, not their family or friends or even good ole IRS! \par \tab Anyways, the setting was Winter--just days actually from pivotal poignant part of the season, Christmas. A taxi pulled up to the snowy curb of the house and a tall handsome young man got out. The driver helped with the luggage and the young man looked upon the house with a beaming smile. A light snow was falling, the \ldblquote Christmas\rdblquote trees in the yard were completely covered in snow, the yard and house, too. The temp was tolerable but the young wanted to get inside where he knew it would be warm.\par \tab The taxi pulled away and the young man lingered a moment longer.\par \tab A key under the mat at the door allowed him easy entry. Warm air did indeed greet him as he got inside, he brushed the snow off his jacket while still in the short entry way, kicked his boots free of slush and continued into the warm inviting house.\par \tab All was still, quiet. It was not quite 7AM. He was thankful for being home, there had been times he wasn\rquote t sure he was going to make it--final exams, snow flurries, snowbound airports, misplaced airline tickets\'85\par \tab After setting his luggage down he settled his eyes onto the great overly adorned Christmas tree. A jillion presents were stuffed underneath, so many that they actually were spilled out onto the floor. Then, something caught the young man\rquote s attention--something or someone was prowling through the presents from behind the tree. The tree was nestled into a corner just a few feet from the fireplace. (good place, huh?)\page\tab Suddenly, a wee child appeared, she was dressed in pajamas of pink, uncombed blond curly hair, about five years young. She looked up as the young man fully entered into the family room.\par \tab\ldblquote Peter!\rdblquote she shouted with glee and ran quickly to her favorite brother (and only). The two embraced with \ldblquote Peter\rdblquote copping a firm feel of the young girl\rquote s butt.\par \tab\ldblquote Everyone\rquote s still asleep!\rdblquote the precious (prowling) little girl said.\par \tab Peter smiled, a gleam appeared in his eyes--a bulge in his pants. Embracing the child again he slipped a hand down the back of her jammies, squeezing ass flesh through the girl\rquote s panties.\par \tab Opening his legs a bit the precious wonder being squeezed (and fondled) pressed her hand against Peter\rquote s peter. She giggled as it was ENORMOUS! And it had been awhile.\par \tab\ldblquote Take it out.\rdblquote Peter cooed to the girl, his baby sister.\par \tab Carol Anne giggled and with small childish fingers quickly fumbled about freeing big brother Peter\rquote s prick. Her little hands gripped the dick and worked it, Peter angled his cock to the child, then with a gentle press to the back of her head guided her down to whereas she was pressing her lips to his bulbous tip--he had had a boner since leaving the airport terminal on his way home--four states away!\par \tab Carol Anne kissed and licked the bulbous tip, flicking her tongue as she had been well taught how to the piss slit before rolling her tongue about the sensitive crown. Peter groaned with pleasure while working his cock into the child\rquote s mouth and his hands busy working the girl\rquote s pajama bottoms down, panties, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck it, Carol Anne, suck it!\rdblquote Peter was in agony. His girlfriend had given him a squeeze before she parted for to visit her own family, there was that little girl who had been lost at the airport he had helped keep safe and returned her to her hysterical family, the two stewardesses, the teenage girl about his sister Dana\rquote s age (14), and the cheerleader teen at the taxi terminal. All had given Peter\rquote s peter fits, and great cause for agonizing elongation. \par \tab Though he would have preferred Dana to be first bobbing on his bob, Carol Anne was good. Being five, though, fully engulfing cock was a difficult task. She preformed adequately, though, and Peter was pleased with her efforts.\page\tab Peter had her clothes worked down, he stood her up, temporarily ceasing her peter-sucking and he gazed upon her nudity. Bits of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit, he breathed hard and felt his heart pounding. Slowly he laid the girl out on the floor, opening her knees and thinking of wondrous it would be to actually fit his prick into her other than her mouth.\par \tab But she was too young, still. Humping on her hairless poon and crack and body as a whole would have to suffice. But first, he continued to gaze on her before \ldblquote going down\rdblquote on her.\par \tab Carol Anne\rquote s innocent poon was delicious. Peter licked and licked, sucked the poon as a whole, worked his finger into her asshole and drove the girl to excitable glee. So much glee that in facts she pee a little. Peter didn\rquote t mind and continued licking until his cock was in desperate mode. He couldn\rquote t wait until she was at least ten\'85\par \tab But at five all he could do was settle on her, between her legs and hump the hell out of her pussy. And just a few good earnest humps before his cock exploded, splashing gobs of hot milky white cum onto the chest, pussy area, and face.\par \tab Carol Anne giggled and wriggled, her brother Peter creamed and creamed. He soon was drained, though, and sat back admiring his mess. Carol Anne fingered herself, Peter diddled his fingers into his fresh spilled spunk and Carol Anne--licked the fingers clean.\par \tab\ldblquote You find anything good?\rdblquote Peter asked afterwards.\par \tab Carol Anne looked back to the tree and the presents under,\par \tab\ldblquote Not really,\rdblquote she said unhappily, \ldblquote a bunch of clothes I think.\rdblquote\par \tab Peter smiled, the little tyke had forgotten the previous year--the family had done the same thing--wrapping her toys in clothes so as they wouldn\rquote t make noise. Peter stood up, stretched and worked his favorite muscle, it had limped out but with Carol Anne once more licking him, it grew nice and stiff.\par \tab He was close to cumming again when the rest of his family tredged down the stairs. His mother, father, and other sister.\par \tab\ldblquote Peter!\rdblquote exclaimed his mother, she was elated that he was home, he had called the day before explaining the misplaced plane tickets; he had been wishy-washy about coming anyways as he really needed the extra time to study to stay on the honor roll. But at the last minute, he decided to come home--he was getting rather pent up\'85\par \tab His mother raced to him embracing him, his pants slipped down to his ankles, his cock pressed against her body. His dad smiled and nodded, \par \tab\ldblquote Good to have you home, son.\rdblquote\par \tab His mother asked what had happened and Peter explained. Sister Dana was hugged and she was happy her bro was home. Little Carol Anne was scrunched between Peter, his peter, and her mother. The daddy, Stephan, scooped the child up and in one fluid motion removed her pajama bottoms and panties. Both parental units noted the cum splatter. \par \tab Peter and his mother looked to one another and embraced again, this time adding a French Kiss into the mix, with Diane reaching for (and grabbing) his cock. She worked it and fondled his testicles and heated passion began to arise.\par \tab The daddy fingered his youngest, tickling her and gouging his own growing bone. Stephan had his hands full, holding his youngun\rquote and gouging himself, Dana snuggled against her daddy and placed her hand onto his hand and soon worked out his manly-fatherly daddy dong from his pajamas. She stroked it, squeezed it, and then bent over and engulfed it. Stephan was elated and took his free hand to the girl\rquote s ass, pulling up her robe and nightgown and then slipping inside her panties\'85\par \tab Mother and son moved to a hall table, unable to curb themselves or go somewhere more comfortable, Diane quickly disrobed and pulled her panties down. Peter stripped to the skin and checked out his nude mother, he wanted to \ldblquote go down\rdblquote on her but his cock directed him to sink into her cunny instead.\par \tab They fucked.\par \tab Dana sucked.\par \tab Stephan fingered Carol Anne and then brought her up in a holding position on his chest, her legs over his shoulder--his mouth onto her young cum stain cunny. His tongue delved into her young poon, licking and tickling her until she peed some more. He then swooped her down and then back up.\par \tab Dana got to her knees and fully drank in her daddy\rquote s cock, her hands cupping his balls and/or caressing his smooth hairless ass. On the hall table Peter\rquote s peter was buried to the hilt into the birth hole that had bore him nineteen years earlier. Diane\rquote s breasts jiggled, the nipples pert and erect; sweat poured off of Peter as he drove his prick into her. He conjured up his girlfriend, the little girl at the airport, that one nun he had seen, the stewardesses\'85\page\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\par \tab Great quantities of hot splooge filled Dana\rquote s mouth, she drained her \ldblquote poppy-cock\rdblquote , slurped it clean and dry before standing, swallowing, and grinning. Stephan embraced his daughter, squeezing her and cooing to her, \ldblquote That was excellent, honey.\rdblquote\par \tab Dana peeled off her clothes and lightly fingered herself as she leaned against her dad, watching brother Peter fuck. Dana\rquote s mother wiggled all about the small hall table, her hands clawing at Peter\rquote s bare skin as he plowed deeply into her. She called out several times, bucking and gyrating until at last the apex of their illicit union came to be and both succumbed to a delicious orgasm.\par \par \tab Little Carol Anne ran about naked while Stephan and Diane fucked on the family room sofa. Dana and Peter were (naked) in the kitchen. Peter had been too nervous on the plane to have anything to eat, he was starved. Dana cranked the heat up passed 80 (degrees) and the two settled into a polite conversation.\par \tab Nothing much, just general chit-chat between brother and sister, Dana somewhat curious about the University of the City, getting a job, and where was his so-called girlfriend?\par \tab Peter ditched the question about the girlfriend and spoke only of the City campus, classes, working at the pizzeria and the City Bookstore. There naked (and satiated) mother came in, wrapping her robe about her, but leaving her nightgown in the living room. The daddy came along behind, wrapping his robe about him, but his dripping schlong stuck out anyways.\par \tab Little naked (butt naked) Carol Anne dashed in still giddy (and coated in cum). Stephan plucked up the child and tickled her, held her in a snuggle and asked his son virtually the same questions Dana had asked.\par \tab Both teens rolled their eyes, Diane saw her son in a feeble attempt at making some breakfast for himself--she bustled in and did the task herself. Peter shrugged about the questions his dad asked, and didn\rquote t respond to the one about his girlfriend.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, it\rquote s good to have you home, son.\rdblquote said Stephan. The man winked at his son and stepped back into the family room with the still giggly Carol Anne\'85\page\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s good to have you home, Mom and Dad worry about you.\rdblquote\par \tab Peter shrugged, \ldblquote They always worry about one of us, all of us,\rdblquote he said, \ldblquote it\rquote s their job, they\rquote re parents!\rdblquote\par \tab He at least got a smile out of his sister. All thru the day she had seemed--distant, vague. She smiled and chatty as usual, but Peter knew her and there was something about her.\par \tab Scarcely had Peter time to himself, his mother and father full of questions and concern--but it was their job, \ldblquote they were parents!\rdblquote\par \tab At length, though, they busied themselves with other things, Carol Anne was in bed, the hour was late, the snow was falling. Peter had a question for his sister, but it didn\rquote t seem to be the right time, she was questioning him--school, girlfriend, subjects, what was it like living in the dorms, did he get free pizzas at the pizzeria, and etc.\par \tab Dana seemed to be aware of Peter wanting to question her and so she was putting up blocks. At length, though, she ran dry and became quiet.\par \tab\ldblquote Sooooo,\rdblquote Peter began, \ldblquote things been about the same here?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, pretty much.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote How many movies have you been in?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote A few?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Dad giving you a good cut?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I guess, most of it goes to my \ldblquote college\rdblquote fund.\rdblquote she said with an air of \ldblquote I really don\rquote t care\rdblquote about my college fund.\par \tab Movies?\par \tab\ldblquote Dad\rquote s wanting to expand, bring in others.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote His friends?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote Dana said with not so much of excitement about it.\par \tab Peter stifled a yawn but Dana was aware of it.\par \tab\ldblquote I better let you get some sleep--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s cool, just jet lag and stuff.\rdblquote\par \tab Peter was a handsome fart, tall, dark hair, pleasing to the eye. He was athletic and fairly smart. He was very congenial and despite being a mere freshman at the University of the City, he was popular and well liked. Dana got up to leave his room, Peter reached for her and brought her back.\par \tab\ldblquote Spill.\rdblquote he told her.\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s no big deal.\rdblquote she returned.\par \tab Peter gave her \ldblquote that look.\rdblquote\par \tab Dana lowered her eyes, sighed deeply.\par \tab\ldblquote I was failing biology, it was going to fuck up everything and put me in hock and--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote And what did you do?\rdblquote\par \tab Dana pursed her lips keeping \ldblquote what she had done\rdblquote to herself. At length with the licking of her lips she spilled\'85\par \par And speaking of spilled\'85\par \tab Purple panties. Tucker sat back gleaming, Danny sat staring. Tight snug fitting panties, purple panties. Casually while shopping with his mom he had stolen looks and gazes at the panties next to his clothing area; but scarcely could he ever imagine what a girl actually looked like in them.\par \tab Of course, there was his sister Jazz. Jazmine was just a couple of years older and he HAD seen her in HER panties (Jazz\rquote s undies varied in color, she seemed to have no particular like in color.) But that was Jazz, his sister. He knew he harbored some deep disturbing illicit thoughts in regards to Jazz, thoughts of the immoral kind he knew he shouldn\rquote t have but often whacked off about anyways.\par \tab He had a pair of his sister\rquote s panties, a pair that had gotten mixed in with his own. Yellow, near silk-like. He kept them and \ldblquote used\rdblquote them. But he didn\rquote t honestly really think of his sister when he jacked off into the yellow undies, he thought of the girls at his school, a couple of cousins, and the like. There were a few incidences\'85\par \tab\'85glimpses of Jazz naked, glances of Jazz in her panties and bra, in her skimpy bathing suit. He had never heard her fart or belch, she was polite and congenial--to a point. They were brother and sister and it was naturally normal for them to dis\rquote each other or to get the other into some sort of trouble.\par \tab And then there was Sam.\par \tab Sam DID have a clothing style change, a bathing suit, two piece even! And it was purple. She seldom wore it, though, just occasionally thru the summer. At the time, Danny couldn\rquote t conjure up whether or not he had ever thought of Sam in a sexual way. She was a friend, she was a little weird, a little peculiar--but a friend just the same.\par \tab Danny gulped and could only stare. Tucker moved up along Sam\rquote s side and took Sam\rquote s hand there--and placed on his bulge. Danny stared with eyes wide and mouth wider.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he exclaimed.\par \tab Tucker grinned, \ldblquote I had it out!\rdblquote he sneered.\par \tab\ldblquote And she put her hand around it!?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Damn sure did!\rdblquote proudly said Tucker.\par \tab Danny\rquote s lips were wet, as was the whole of his body (with sweat.)\page\tab He blinked his eyes and looked nervously upon his weird friend, then to Tucker. \ldblquote What should we do, now?\rdblquote he always had thought himself sort of the \ldblquote leader\rdblquote of the three, but in the incidence before him, he was at a loss.\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t know,\rdblquote said Tucker, \ldblquote whatever we can get away with I suppose.\rdblquote\par \tab That had merit.\par \par \tab\ldblquote Whattya think we can get away with?\rdblquote\par \tab Tucker frowned, his usually \ldblquote leader\rdblquote type friend was showing signs of indecisiveness. A little frustrated, Tuck reached for Sam\rquote s panties and tugged them down. Danny was all kinds of awed--all kinds. His fascination intensified as Sam\rquote s purple panties slid down to reveal her reveal--er, pussy.\par \tab Up close and very personal. The boys stared at Sam\rquote s BLOND pubes. Blond. She was a naturally blond girl, who had not only died her hair with purple streaks but black as well. (eyebrows were purple, too--btw.)\par \tab Tucker moved the undies all the way down, parted her legs at the knees and took a strong gander.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote mouthed Danny. His own pud was demanding attention, serious attention. He gave a whimsical smile of embarrassment to his friend, both were a little embarrassed and finally they both shrugged to one another-- \ldblquote Why not!?\rdblquote and hauled out their rock hard schlongs.\par \par \tab Danny was flabbergasted--to say the least; Sam\rquote s hand he had wrapped her fingers about his cock and worked it slowly up and down the semi adequate shaft. Tucker was smiling away as he had Sam\rquote s other hand working his cock.\par \tab\ldblquote See?\rdblquote said Tucker, \ldblquote She\rquote s totally out of it.\rdblquote\par \tab Danny could see. He watched her hand as he moved it, then set his eyes onto her pussy. He couldn\rquote t help himself and slowly found himself fingering the girl\rquote s blond pubes, touching her pussy entrance.\par \tab\ldblquote Man, she\rquote d be freaking if she knew!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No shit.\rdblquote replied Tucker still grinning, beaming, and using Samantha\rquote s hand to please him off. \par \tab Tucker placed his free hand to Sam\rquote s breast--the right one and then the left; he gave each a little squeeze and then took the time to undo the girl\rquote s top and reveal the luscious hidden mounds.\par \tab\ldblquote I think we can get her completely naked!\rdblquote grinned Tucker. A little bit of cum began to spew from his prick.\par \tab Danny smiled a wavering smile, \ldblquote Yeah, I-I guess we can.\rdblquote\page\tab And they did.\par \tab\par \tab The boys had their gal pal nude, her clothes removed slowly and she lay out very unconscious. It didn\rquote t take long thereafter that they two boy pals stripped off their clothes, too. Seldom did they ever see one another nude, with their gym class their last class at school they didn\rquote t bother with the \ldblquote taking the prescribed\rdblquote shower, they came in from the gymnasium or playing field, wiped off their sweat and dressed in their street clothes.\par \tab Once naked in the backyard fort of Danny\rquote s house with their nude friend Samantha totally oblivious, \ldblquote What now?\rdblquote Danny asked.\par \tab Tucker shrugged, though both boys had high intentions of sinking their hard-ons into Sam\rquote s body (and they knew where, too); it was Sam. Neither felt that they actually could do it, fuck her without her knowing it. And both knew that she would never submit to such a thing, either. (not willingly, anyways\'85)\par \tab On a dare to himself, Danny got onto Sam\rquote s body, nestling between her legs, paying/pressing his hard cock against her pussy. Sam made no indication that she was aware. Danny actually only had a vague assumption of what SEX was about, and where he was supposed to put his dick. He had health ed and advanced health (sex ed) and some of the presentations on the blackboard, film, and health book left nothing for the imagination--they were pretty graphic. Along with the disturbing attributes of STDs (sexually transmitted diseases.) But he and Tuck and Sam were pretty healthy, Danny didn\rquote t see the cause for alarm and began humping--without penetration.\par \tab Well, at least it was better than the hand!\par \par \tab After Danny had humped his fill and subsequently spilled a great quantity of personal love cream, it was Tuck\rquote s turn. Tuck laid his black stick right between Sam\rquote s legs, right between her cunt entrance and humped. Danny held the girl\rquote s legs back and Tucker fucked.\par \tab During the fuck it got intense, so much so that Tucker actually got INTO Sam\rquote s pussy! And it felt SOOOOOOOOO good. Tucker was all kinds of ecstatic and elated--all kinds. He fucked and fucked, enticing Danny who had gotten a new hard-on; he looked behind at Tucker\rquote s sweaty black ass, watching the penetration up close and too personal.\par \tab Finally Tucker was cumming, he strained as he drove his black dick deep as possible into Sam\rquote s quivering quim. Tucker made noises of pleasure like never before. He clenched and flinched and spurted copious amounts of icky gooey liquid.\page\tab And you can bet Danny took his turn, after using his underwear to clean the \ldblquote mess\rdblquote from Sam\rquote s poon. He rubbed his aching prong head up and down Sam\rquote s pussy, eyeing the girl\rquote s cunt and having mixed feelings about it; it was wrong what he and Tuck were doing, Sam was their friend, just because they had found a way to knock her out didn\rquote t mean that they could have their way with her.\par \tab But then again\'85\par \tab Danny found the same enjoyment as Tuck did. \par \par \tab Both boys reeled in the diabolical deed they had done. Their puds ached--but it was a good ache. Neither could believe what they had done and there was a small bit of regret about it. If she were \ldblquote awake\rdblquote thru the ordeal, and willing, it\rquote d be different. The boys sort of kind of vowed not to do it again--to Sam\'85\par \tab\ldblquote Unless of course we\rquote re really-really horny!\rdblquote snickered Tucker.\par \tab\ldblquote Of course!\rdblquote confirmed Danny.\par \tab The boys giggled and when they had sufficiently recovered, took their pleasures upon the still unconscious Sam again.\par \par I Fuck Therefore I Am\par \tab Gadgets-gadgets-gadgets\par \tab Hundreds, thousands of various gadgets. Some were useful, some were unique, some were helpful, some were dangerous, most were defunct and non-functioning. An area of the basement of the Phanton home was designated a personal/private laboratory for Danny\rquote s inventor dad, Jack. It house various implements that were supposed to help/aid society; the ever popular toaster oven that not only toasted & broiled & baked but made a fine cup of coffee, too. \par \tab There were skis fitted with a gyroscope thus eliminating the skier from falling. There were gadgets for vehicles to improve gas mileage; prescription windshields; micro seeds that made massive veggies in a small container; household gadgets, personal use, industry and so on.\par \tab Danny and Jazz were forbidden to enter the lab--so of course they did.\par \tab It really wasn\rquote t so much for Jazz as it was for Danny. Jazz could care less, she was into other things; clothes, jewelry, and boys! Gadgets and devices and whatever didn\rquote t interest her.\par \tab For Danny, however, he was just merely curious.\par \tab And you know what they say about \ldblquote curiosity!\rdblquote\par \par \tab How much time had elapsed from when Danny and Tucker had done their diabolical deed unto their bestest best friend Samantha wasn\rquote t clear; but it was days later that Danny found himself prowling about in his dad\rquote s laboratory. No one was home, Jazz paling with friends increasing her popularity, the dad at a scientist\rquote s convention, the mom at a scientist\rquote s wives convention\'85\par \tab Anyways, gadgets-gadgets-gadgets. Danny knew he had to be careful, some of his Dad\rquote s gadgets were dangerous and outright deadly. Unfortunately, the \ldblquote genius\rdblquote gene wasn\rquote t passed on to Danny, he just didn\rquote t comprehend the scientific stuff. He had a slight grasp of some things, and not at all on others. He was still bugged to some degree about the device used on (against) Sam. And he guessed there was some degree of regret about molesting her without her knowledge. But it sure was fun!\par \tab Though Tuck wanted to do her some more, Danny had managed to horn him down, with the pretense that they would use the special gadget they had used against Sam on some other unsuspecting girl. Tuck was cool with that.\par \tab Danny and Tucker were curious as to what ELSE Danny\rquote s dad had in his lab. Danny said he would take a look when possible. It was possible. With everyone out of the house, Danny prowled. Getting into his Dad\rquote s lab was not prob, there was an access card key, fingerprint, eye scanner, DNA scanner, and voice activation. All of which were easily fooled by Danny who bore extreme likeliness; the fingerprint scanner was fooled by Danny using his Dad\rquote s fingerprint lifted from a coffee cup his Dad used; the eye and DNA scanner was a near perfect identical match that the computer overlooked the mild discrepancies; and the voice activation requirement? Danny used a tape recorder of his Dad\rquote s voice and viola! ACCESS GRANTD!\par \tab An hour was spent prowling; gadgets, objects, devices and things assumable and not so. He wasn\rquote t quite sure what he was looking for, just something. He had found his Dad\rquote s lab notes--only a few could he actually understand. After quite some more time prowling, a device similar to the one used on Sam was located. And after a moment of fiddling with it--it came to life.\par \tab There was a blinding light, an ear piercing sound, and a bit of a tingling sensation all over his body. Then nothing. There was some lingering dizziness that segued into some light nausea. They all passed quickly leaving Danny standing in the lab a bit confused. After wrinkling his nose, blinking his eyes, he sat the device down and left.\page Extra Curricular Activities 101\par \tab One would think that for a person of his stature, public speaker, public person, his grooming habits would be more in tune with generalized acceptance to society. \par \tab And you\rquote be wrong.\par \tab James Kavenaugh was a non-conformist--although in part he didn\rquote t look it; he was tall, not broad shouldered, slenderly built, and sported a mop of untamed grayish hair (gray despite his age in the low 40s.) His favorite color(s) were yellow and brown. Brown tweed slacks or corduroys and yellow (dress) shirts in all varied styles and shades. He was a sort of odd throwback from the infamous 60s radicals--except he was a semi-professional in a professional field--he was a teacher!\par \tab He taught junior high biology and science, tutored in English and Math. He was somewhat well like by his peers and student, but also disliked due to his stringent curriculum which put students on a knife\rquote s edge--Pass or Fail, there was no \ldblquote give\rdblquote to a student who was boarderline or test subjectally challenged. In Mr. K\rquote s class, a student had to have at least a \ldblquote B\rdblquote to pass. \ldblquote B\rdblquote s and \ldblquote A\rdblquote s were Passing grades, anything else was not.\par \tab There were several exams thru the school semester, students needed only to pass seven of the ten exams in order to pass the class as a whole. Dana Birk had not made the \ldblquote Passing\rdblquote level and was in desperation. She HAD to pass the class, Biology 1, she despised the class to the point of hating it. But with new curriculums 7\super th\nosupersub & 8\super th\nosupersub graders had to pass at least one science class--inasmuch as she despised Biology, the Life Sciences classes were even worse!\par \tab At the beginning of the semester Dana had heard that actually not many students failed Mr. K\rquote s class, and those who did could make them up at the Christmas break.\par \tab Dana was doing so.\par \tab However, there was a catch.\par \tab There always is.\par \tab In the middle of the semester when it looked as though Dana was going to fail the class, Dana learned of the \ldblquote extra\rdblquote credit attempts to possibly garner passing the hellacious class. It required many long hours at the library, group studies, after class extra instruction, and no social life whatsoever.\par \tab Dana did those things and STILL was on the verge of failing.\par \tab At the end of the semester coming into the Christmas break, Dana learned of one more possible extra credit.\page\tab Dana wasn\rquote t really too opposed to what was proposed she do, but with Mr. Kavenaugh? Ugh! Of all the male teachers at Klienbeck Junior Middle School, Mr. K was the worst! (there were even some janitors that were better looking than Mr. K!)\par \tab But the janitors didn\rquote t teach biology.\par \tab At the appointed/appropriate time, some minutes after regular school time, Dana approached Mr. K.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I need extra credit.\rdblquote she told him.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes, yes, Ms. Birk, you do,\rdblquote he replied, \ldblquote but you are all out of \ldblquote extra credit.\rdblquote he had pale blue eyes, pocked mark cheeks, BIG ears sticking out thru all that raggedy gray mop--he looked like a tall white elf!\par \tab\ldblquote I know, but what about the \ldblquote extra-extra\rdblquote credit?\rdblquote she gulped and sighed (to herself) and leaned against the great white oak desk; she wore a plaid wool skirt that was mid-thigh length, dark red knee length socks, off-white blouse with dark red vest and outer sweater of light red. Her lovely silky dark raven black hair hung loosely at her shoulders.\par \tab Slowly she inched her skirt up, turning sideways a little as she leaned to the desk, looking over the open grade book, a mess of student\rquote s papers all over. Her young teen body clenched and slowly just a glimpse of her matching red undies could be seen.\par \tab Mr. K gulped, batted his eyes and customarily brought his hand to his nose in a sort of \ldblquote wipe\rdblquote and then brought the hand (same one) to run through his hideous hair.\par \tab He cleared his throat and stood--Dana could see his boner bulging in his brown wool slacks. Her mind was near empty of thought. What was there to think about?\par \tab\ldblquote Uhm, perhaps we should continue this--uhm, in my office?\rdblquote\par \tab Dana nodded, \ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote\par \tab JK cleared his desk then escorted Dana to his private office down the open corridor passed other offices, the main student/administration office, and bathrooms. \par \tab The office of James Kavenaugh was kinda small, as were most of the teacher offices. There was a desk, a sofa, a bookcase, and a window. The window was those industrial glass bricks, grimy, too. The couch was 1960 puke green with vinyl cushions. Puke green matching tile with equally pukey green throw rugs. The desk, once oak but someone had painted it\'85green.\page\tab The bookcase sat on a \ldblquote horseshoe\rdblquote cabinet against one wall. A great poster of the world map filled another wall, students who had deemed themselves from his class adorned the other wall. JK\rquote s desk was as messy as his classroom desk. Books and papers, no family photos, though.\par \tab\ldblquote Ok, Ms. Birk, your \ldblquote extra-extra\rdblquote credit?\rdblquote\par \tab Dana sighed, she had been ready n his class, locked away in his office kinda dampened her willing spirit.\par \tab But, again, she leaned against the desk and proceeded. Mr. K sat in his non-matching oak high back swivel rocking teacher\rquote s chair. He sat with legs open, one hand clamped to the curled arm of the chair, the other supporting his chin as he looked upon Dana\rquote s young tender body\'85\par \tab Dana once more inched up her wool tartan skirt, leaning forward and somewhat pooching her ass to the horrible asswipe of the year.\par \tab\ldblquote Hmmm-mmmm, nice.\rdblquote murmured Kavenaugh as he glazed his eyes upon Dana\rquote s right butt cheek fully exposed to him. Her matching red undies clung nicely to her soft white ass, the hand that had been supporting his chin gouged his bulging bulge. He made more murmurs of pleasure, along with head nods of approval.\par \tab Dana pursed her lips hard, to the point of almost pain. For \ldblquote extra-extra\rdblquote credit, so it was learned to Dana, showing a little skin and \ldblquote more\rdblquote was a near guarantee of passing Kavenaugh\rquote s class.\par \tab Dana figured there was probably more involved that \ldblquote showing skin.\rdblquote\par \tab Lots more.\par \tab Dana leaned to practically laying on the cluttered desk, one hand not-so-nervously slipped inside her underwear and pushed the panty down, fully exposing her right butt cheek bare.\par \tab Mr. K groaned. He squeaked his chair and Dana saw perspiration on his upper lip and beads of sweat in the furrows of his brow. He didn\rquote t have a wedding ring, of course that didn\rquote t mean a thing. There, too, though, were no photos of his family as was the usual for other teachers.\par \tab Slowly Dana slid the other side of her undy down, she pooched her butt now bare to the horrible non-passing asswipe, arching her back some and wondering what she should do nextly.\par \tab While she thought, Mr. K brushed his hand against her bum.\par \tab Dana held her breath. Automatically she clenched, body and asshole.\par \tab Kavenaugh placed his hand fully onto Dana\rquote s ass, slipping his fingers into the warmth of her crack and pressing against her clenching hole. In nano seconds, though, Dana\rquote s clenching hole gave way and Mr. K entered in.\page\tab Kavenaugh plunged his finger in, worked it to a wriggle and then plunged another finger in. Whether or not he was surprised by the fact that he was able to stuff the fourteen year old\rquote s backdoor with two of his fingers was not known. What was was the man\rquote s earnest efforts of stuffing yet MORE fingers into her hole!\par \tab When as many as THREE fingers were fully inserted into Dana\rquote s crap chute, the man was standing--then squatting to his knees. His fingers finally came away--only to be replaced by his tongue. Dana\rquote s cheeks were pried open wide and the whole of her crack, hole, and a few tantalizing flicks to her furry snatch burger ensued.\par \tab Half a minute later and Dana\rquote s quim quivered moist. \par \tab Mr. K pressed his nose right into Dana\rquote s funk hole, he licked and licked, kissed each cheek and was soon rubbing his fingers up against her pussy. He stood again with a raging boner freed from his slacks, Dana only got a glimpse of the teacher\rquote s pecker--\par \tab\ldblquote Was it as big as Dad\rquote s?\rdblquote Peter asked interrupting Dana\rquote s story.\par \tab\ldblquote Not quite.\rdblquote\par \tab She then continued.\par \par \tab Dana\rquote s head bumped lightly against the green plastered wall of Kavenaugh\rquote s office, her body rocking as her asshole was reamed. Kavenaugh butt fucked slowly, surely and steadily--but slowly; his hands clamped tightly to her hips. Occasionally he pulled his schlong out and humped her crack, placing it down between her legs to hump her pussy. Dana moved about a bit more; JK worked the girl\rquote s panties on down to her ankles, Dana stepped out of them and as the placement on the desk was not too comfortable--especially for what was to come, she turned about and opened her legs.\par \tab Kavenaugh gazed upon the girl\rquote s poon, cum was already oozing out of his cock, he stroked a little and then started to approach the girl\rquote s quivering entrance. Dana handed him some tissue, his funky \ldblquote smeared\rdblquote cock had to be at least clean before entering her.\par \tab Kavenaugh cleaned off his schlong sufficiently enough that Dana willing accepted the man\rquote s dong. He slid in nicely, Dana\rquote s twat clenching the invading cock, pulling it in as a snake brings in its meal. JK slid in to the hilt; he looked Dana up and down with extreme lust. Before the passion heated, Dana worked off her clothes, all except her skirt which would require Mr. K pulling out so the skirt could go down her legs. But that wasn\rquote t likely going to happen.\page\tab While fucking slow, the biology teacher locked his eyes on Dana\rquote s bouncing Bettys. He smiled as he lusted, he was already shooting wads of manhood juice into Dana, \par \tab\ldblquote He was like trembling all over and shuddering,\rdblquote Dana explained, \ldblquote I could feel him shooting in me.\rdblquote his eyes fluttered and he pulled out to shoot more loads onto her belly and pussy--then plunged back in and fucked like a rabbit for almost a minute before he was done and done.\par \tab He sat (collapsed) into his chair with cum still spewing from his prick, it was going flaccid quickly and Dana guessed the ordeal was over.\par \tab\ldblquote May I keep these?\rdblquote Kavenaugh asked, holding up Dana\rquote s red panties.\par \tab Dana shrugged and JK tucked the undergarment into his desk drawer.\par \tab\ldblquote There were others in there, too.\rdblquote Dana said to her brother.\par \tab Peter hung his head shaking it in disbelief. \par \tab\ldblquote Anything else--happened?\rdblquote\par \tab Dana stood, farted, and went to the window looking out. It was late out, dark with snow falling.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you suck him?\rdblquote\par \tab Dana nodded.\par \tab\ldblquote He didn\rquote t make you, did he?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote she just didn\rquote t care for it.\par \tab The man\rquote s cock was funky, ultra funky from being freshly expunged from her cunt after a turn in her asshole. It filled her mouth and jutted some more bits of cream. She fondled the man\rquote s balls and casually wondered while she sucked just how many girls had done same? Only a glimpse had there been of the \ldblquote panty\rdblquote drawer, there were more than one, excluding hers, a \ldblquote few\rdblquote to \ldblquote several.\rdblquote\par \tab Try as she might, though, she was unable to get the man\rquote s cock hard again. She stood butt naked before him, the horny perverted asswipe looked her over, hands on her hips. He wanted to fuck her again, she was sure of that--but his dick had limped out.\par \tab He did lick her and suck on her titties, then laid her across his nude sweaty lap for a couple of minutes of spanking. After that, he was too worn for anything else.\par \tab Dana pulled her skirt back on, then the rest of her clothes--minus her panties. She needed a bath, then a good scrubbing. James Kavenaugh pulled himself to his desk and opened his grade book, he made scribbles, erasures and new marks, the final grade for the class was made in red ink, \ldblquote A\rdblquote . Dana had passed Biology 1.\page Dirty deeds done dirty\par \tab He stretched, he farted, he tugged on his balls--a guy thing. He felt a little out of sorts, his nipples tingled. A strong lesson he was learning in screwing with his dad\rquote s gadgets. Shaking the experience off Danny washed his face, and ran a comb thru his hair--\par \tab\'85and made a startling discovery.\par \tab Something was terribly-terribly wrong. He knew he was at the sink, but he wasn\rquote t in the mirror above it! He stood for several minutes,\par \tab\ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote he wasn\rquote t in the mirror!\par \tab He could feel the sink, the mirror, and even himself, but there was no reflection saying so, no confirmation of his being. \par \tab More minutes were needed, just standing--feeling of the sink, the mirror, and himself. He then went to his parents\rquote master bath; nope, no reflection there, either.\par \tab He went outside. To the first person he saw walking by he waved.\par \tab When there was no response he smiled and cleared his throat.\par \tab\ldblquote Ahem!\rdblquote\par \tab The passerby paused and looked around, then shrugged and kept on going.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote exclaimed Danny.\par \tab The passerby was within earshot and looked strangely about, then bolted in a run.\par \tab\ldblquote Sorry.\rdblquote Danny replied.\par \par \tab Invisible. His ass was invisible. (and so was the rest of him!)\par \tab But how?\par \tab It didn\rquote t take long for him to realize--his nipples were still sensitive, it was the gadget in his dad\rquote s lab! \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he blurted out again, but this time no one was about.\par \tab Racing down to the lab, he tripped and fell down the stairs very nearly breaking his neck. He lay in a clump, his shins had been badly scraped, the heel of his hands severely impacted by trying to break his fall. He lay still for a moment or two, or three, then heard the front door doorbell.\par \tab Tucker? Samantha?\par \tab He smiled, they\rquote d be gassed when they found out!\page\tab He raced again UP the stairs, and tripped on the top step smacking himself into the kitchen floor. Nearly all the air in his lungs was forced out, his chin hurt and he felt like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes swirl about their head.\par \tab The doorbell continued and continued, Danny finally pulled himself together and made the front door.\par \tab Someone in a Suit with a package delivery for Danny\rquote s dad.\par \tab Danny not thinking opened the door and stood like a dope.\par \tab The Suit looked around, \ldblquote Uh, Mr. Phanton?\rdblquote\par \tab Danny suddenly realized, \ldblquote Oh shit!\rdblquote he blurted. Then realized that, and repeated it, \ldblquote OH SHIT!\rdblquote\par \tab The Suit, \ldblquote Uh, hello?\rdblquote\par \tab Danny clamped his hands to his mouth, \lquote Shut the fuck up you dummy!\rquote\par \tab The Suit twitched his mouth and placed the plain brown package inside the door. Danny stepped out of the way and as the Suit stood, Danny closed the door. The Suit grinned and deemed it was some sort of odd contraption invention the odd inventor had invented. He turned and walked away and entered into a long black limo and sped away.\par \tab Danny had to think. Not one of his strong suits. He left the house and made for adventure.\par \tab\tab\tab\par The First Adventure\par \tab He was too excited to really think straight, invisible--he was freaking invisible! He couldn\rquote t believe it! And he knew best buddy Tuck wouldn\rquote t believe it, or Sam.\par \tab Tuck.\par \tab Sam.\par \tab A wild narly thought swirled in his mind--he could spy on them!\par \tab He didn\rquote t think he\rquote d find too much info worthy of spying on Tuck, but Sam\'85\par \tab Sam was weird, in the scant time he (and Tuck) had known Sam, neither boy had gone INSIDE Sam\rquote s house. And very seldom had they ever GONE to Sam\rquote s house, and when they had, Sam was waiting for them outside all set and ready to go. She never invited them in, to meet her parents or anything.\par \tab It was no big deal, really, she was a quirky girl and who knew or understood quirky girls!?\page\tab Danny was waylaid on his way to Sam\rquote s, something piqued his interest (like a Narly effect sense). He was in the alley behind his house, it was a quick way to get to Sam\rquote s house he had never been in a few blocks over. He paused and looked around, and like radar when moving his head in the right direction something piqued in his mind like a blinding flashlight.\par \tab He could move his head left and right and no problem, but when centering on \ldblquote 00\rdblquote degrees (or so) the blinding piercing light invaded his mind.\par \tab Thankfully he got used to it and the light seemingly only lasted a fraction of a second. When the \ldblquote light\rdblquote had diminished significantly, Danny saw a new world: a greenish world to the \ldblquote left and right\rdblquote of him, but in the center of where he looked directly there was a sort of \ldblquote gray\rdblquote world. It was very narrow and when he turned his head/attention left or right, a greenish world he saw--trees, ground, bushes, fences, trash cans, everything. \par \tab There was a tall-tall wooden slatted fence, covered mostly in overgrown ivy. A small cut out for the trash cans, then the gate. The gate was unlocked. In the backyard was a large constructed boat, a replica of a fishing trawler. It was a sort of \ldblquote playhouse\rdblquote if you will.\par \tab Danny had always heard kids playing but by the size of the fence and ivy he had never actually SEEN the kids. There was a swing set, flowerbed, and vegetable garden. A gardener\rquote s toolshed and not much else. The house was a typical area two-story home with only one light on (the kitchen.)\par \tab Danny crossed the backyard and couldn\rquote t believe what he was doing, but his curiosity was too well piqued to ignore. He found the backdoor unlocked and made entry into someone else\rquote s home.\par \tab He was amazed.\par \tab Then he heard sounds.\par \tab Spanking sounds.\par \tab A small slight case of \ldblquote alarm\rdblquote there was seething within him, but his curiosity was still heavily about him and coerced him to go on and \ldblquote investigate.\rdblquote\par \tab In a hall just out of the kitchen he paused to look in the mirror.\par \tab He was still \ldblquote unseen.\rdblquote\par \tab There was a great living room, it looked a little cluttered and messy with toys and books strewn all about. The spanking sounds were down the hall to his right, Danny rolled his shoulders and moved along.\page\tab A door was opened at the end of the hall by the stairs that went up to the second floor. Inside was a grandpa type figure sitting behind a desk with a young girl across lap, her pants and underwear at her ankles, she was being bare assed spanked!\par \tab And there\rquote s more!\par \tab The grandpa type figure seemed jolly as he wailed upon the young girl\rquote s ass, she was approx. ten or so, raven dark hair, average size and build and such for a ten year old. While she was laid out across her grandpa\rquote s lap, she sucked off on the cock of a seven year old lily white nude boy! The boy having equally raven dark hair and similar features as the girl gave Danny the assumption that they were possibly related.\par \tab Another boy was present, too--he was a Mexican youth the same age approximate as the girl. The Mexican boy was nude, his Mexican schlong stiff and hard and he stepped up to the girl\rquote s ass. The grandpa figure reached out and gave the boy\rquote s schlong a gentle tug, fondled the boy\rquote s balls, then caressed the boy\rquote s ass. The girl\rquote s ass was tomato red, but she didn\rquote t seem to be in any distress.\par \tab Danny couldn\rquote t believe what he was seeing.\par \tab He further couldn\rquote t believe he was \ldblquote aroused!\rdblquote but he was. Greatly. And there was an undeniable urge to \ldblquote whip it out\rdblquote and work it.\par \tab The Mexican boy went to his knees, the grandpa pulled a cheek of the girl\rquote s beleaguered ass, the girl herself pulled a cheek--the Mexican boy placed his face into the opened cheeks and began licking while he humped his cock.\par \tab The girl never stopped sucking on the young boy before her.\par \tab At length the Mexican boy ceased licking and stood up, he stepped right up against the girl\rquote s blistered butt and was soon bouncing against her. Danny was in fits. He felt ill, not ill-ill, but sweaty and in desperate need to whack off.\par \par The Second\par \tab In the living room of another home; a young teenage boy sat with his pants and underwear at his ankles, legs parted wide, cock rock hard and buried fully into the sucking mouth of a luscious blond girl about equal age. The boy\rquote s hand was down inside the back of the girl\rquote s skirt.\page\tab The girl wore a plaid tweed skirt not in style--and hadn\rquote t been in many-many years. Her non-matching chartreuse blouse was opened and there was no bra. The boy looked nothing like the girl, he had thick dark curly hair and no \ldblquote family\rdblquote resemblances whatsoever. The girl had long straight blond hair; she worked the boy\rquote s dick, fingers wrapped about the prong while she sucked. The boy pumped into her mouth and was quite elated about it.\par \tab The furnishings and \ldblquote style\rdblquote of the house\rquote s interior suggested the family was a little \ldblquote out of place\rdblquote in the scheme of time of things. Late 60\rquote s and/or early 70s was the generalized theme. The furniture, oddities, clocks, cookware, etc. All of an era long gone as well as it should be\'85\par \tab The two teens weren\rquote t the only ones in the house doing the naughty\'85\par \tab On further prowling Danny found two older teens in an upstairs bedroom, a boys\rquote bedroom, three beds were within, one was a normal single size bed, the other bunk beds. On the single sized bed lay a fifteen year old girl--butt bare assed naked. She was pretty, very--long luxurious straight golden blond hair. Her hands clamped tightly to the boy on top of her, driving his cock into her pussy. He was approx. a year older, dark curly hair, muscular, pleasing looks and a hard dick.\par \tab The room was dark save for a small nite light by the desk. A door was opened to a communal bathroom shared by the \ldblquote siblings\rdblquote of the house. In the bathroom, another pair of kids were bathing. They were the youngest sibs of the house, the boy half a year older than the girl. \par \tab After splish-splashing about in the tub they shared, they eased out--didn\rquote t bother to dry, and sneaked to the open door to watch their brother and sister on the bed fucking.\par \tab The two kids giggled and backed up into the bathroom; whereupon the girl in a silly mimicking manner fell out onto the floor, opened her legs and the boy equally mimicking what his brother and sister in the bedroom were doing, fell onto the youngest sib and humped.\par \tab The little boy\rquote s six year old schlong only managed to lay on the younger sib\rquote s snatch and hump. Both were giddy and had themselves a laugh. Danny was even more pent up than he was before!\par \par The Third Adventure\par \tab Danny\rquote s mind was out of control, so was his cock, he couldn\rquote t take it--even gentle stroking didn\rquote t help. There was a fleeting thought of finding Sam; finding Sam and--and--\par \tab Well, you know\'85\tab\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }