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Book 8\par
Chapter Twenty Five\par
Fuck Walks Among Us\par
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\tab He didn\rquote t have a job; not a steady one.  He didn\rquote t have a career; but he had many talents and aspirations.  He was likeable, funny, a family man, and a man in trouble with his wife.\par
\tab The wife.  A stern woman, she herself had a funny side but the serious side overwhelmed the funny.  As a woman and a mother of three someone in the family had to take the lead.  A family needed direction\emdash so she said, a family needed stability and assurance.  \par
\tab Work and a career was that stability and assurance, Miranda threw herself into her work working for a career in advertising.  It was a dog eat dog (shit) world for sure and though lo she loved-loved her children, work did seem to come first.\par
\tab Miranda did adore her children and would do anything for them\emdash just not with them.  There was no time.  Daniel, her hubby, had the time (he had no job.)  There were jobs\emdash many.  He was an actor\emdash although not a very good one; not good enough to land solid parts but he did bit acting, commercials, advertising (he had an IN in those ventures), and local televised television.  \par
\tab But Daniel\rquote s own ideas got in the way of what the director and producer wanted and he was often canned usually on the spot.  Of course, that led to lots and lots of time with his kids.\par
\tab The kids, Lydia, Chris, and Natalie were his world.  They loved him \lquote cause he was so funny and made their lives fun.  He did voices, many voices, he was a character and often did private kid shows portraying their favorite television characters.  Birthdays were the most extraordinary as Daniel had ways to obtain ponies, monkeys, elephants (baby) and virtually hold an entire circus in the house and backyard\emdash much to the dismay of Miranda who did not find the thrashed house and ire of the neighborhood a bit funny.\par
\page\tab So it came to pass that Miranda had had enough and wanted a divorce.\par
\tab Daniel would have to move out and go on his own.\par
\tab This didn\rquote t sit well with the kids and young Lydia, who was fifteen (but looked amazingly twelve or thirteen (depending on make-up, hairstyle, clothes, etc.)) conspired to have her Daddy stay.  Chris, her brother at thirteen but looked eleven or twelve, agreed.  Little Natalie (Nattie) was always in agreement with her sibs.  She was six (and looked five!)\par
\tab First up was finding Daddy a new and steady job.  Easier said than done.  Daniel just had a way of changing the script as he read it inserting his own notions and ideas the way the character he was portraying should act and or say.\par
\tab Robert McShane was the producer of Act One Television that put out classical programming, plays, docu-dramas, historical plays, and what have you.  If you were an actor or an aspiring one, impressing the socks off of Robert McShane was the thing to do.  Daniel Millard never impressed Robert McShane\emdash but perhaps daughter Lydia could\'85\par
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\tab It was a good effort, on Lydia\rquote s part.  It took several weeks of courting Mr. McShane; selling specialty chocolates, flowers, and getting in his good graces before she even mentioned her Father.  McShane, of course, knew of Daniel Millard\emdash and knew of his propensity to get fired for inserting his own scripting.\par
\tab But as a favor to the sweet Lydia, McShane obliged her and gave her Daddy a chance.  It lasted two-weeks.  But Lydia had a trump card, in the time she had spent with Robert McShane she had learned of his peculiarities.  Everyone had them and McShane was no different; many, though, hid their \ldblquote peculiarities\rdblquote  in secret.  Lydia, however, uncovered them.\par
\tab Being sneaky, Lydia discovered that Robert McShane had a fetish for girl\rquote s panties.  Young girls, young teen to even younger.  In his office closet was a shoebox full of panties with names written on the tags or the on the waist band/hem.  There, too, was a small laptop\emdash it required a password but Lydia fingered it out (Robert\rquote s full name spelt backwards plus a number.)\par
\tab On the laptop in a select file were pictures of those girls whose panties were in the shoebox.   It gave Lydia a choice.  One, she could turn the perv in and he would be gone forever.  Or Two, she could use the information more to her advantage.  The pictures of the girls were young teens and preteens and they looked \ldblquote asleep\rdblquote  or prancing about willy-nilly in their underwear.  If they were harmed in some way or looked like they weren\rquote t enjoying themselves or something, then Lydia would think differently.  But since they weren\rquote t\'85\par
\page\tab The next choice for Lydia was how to approach Mr. McShane.  She had him by the balls\emdash but literally?  She had nothing to offer him\emdash so he stated.  Mr. McShane had come to realize Lydia\rquote s friendly schmoozing\emdash it was a ruse to get her Daddy a job.\par
\tab Thing was, though, Lydia was pretty, not a child, and though she was conniving he admired her\emdash she showed resourcefulness and that was a high point to be accepted.\par
\tab Lydia, though, DID have something to offer.\par
\tab\ldblquote How about these?\rdblquote  she said after Mr. McShane brushed her off in his office.  Lydia produced a pair of lavender panties, scented with her \ldblquote essence\rdblquote  with a slight pee stain.  \par
\tab Robert McShane melted instantly on the spot.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whose\emdash are these--?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia smiled, blushed, and nodded, \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote  to his unfinished question \ldblquote who\rquote s panties are these/are these YOUR panties?\rdblquote\par
\tab Robert McShane was close to evaporating knowing that the pretty fifteen year old\emdash who looked twelve/thirteen, was standing before him in her short green pleated skirt with no panties on.\par
\tab Lydia saw another advantage.\par
\tab\ldblquote Those are free\'85\rdblquote  she said casually.\par
\tab Mr. McShane stood a little dumbfounded holding the panties; he began to sweat, lick his lips nervously, and appear to be in bewilderment.  Lydia didn\rquote t know how to convey to him the \ldblquote bonus.\rdblquote   So she waited, shifted her weight, chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip and felt the uncomfortable need to suddenly have to go pee.\par
\tab What she was contemplating was equally uncomfortable.\par
\tab Then, a burst of insight brought a smile to the businessman\rquote s face.  He nodded and though his fingers still trembled holding the private undergarments and he gulped at the realization, his thought processes were once more on track and true.\par
\tab Backing up a bit to perch his butt on his desk he reached inside his blazer to retrieve the wallet within.  A pair of 20s came into view and were handed over to Lydia.\par
\tab Now it was her turn.\par
\tab She was in the soup, now; she had thought about it\emdash insurance for her Daddy.  But the actually going thru with it was indeed proving to be a toughie.  But Mr. McShane she had discovered had a penchant for seeing young teens naked.  And with the \ldblquote payment\rdblquote  there was the expected delivery of her nakedness.\par
\page\tab Lydia chastised herself\emdash\lquote you couldn\rquote t just let it go with the panties?\rquote\par
\tab Itching her nose with a wiggle rather than a finger Lydia sighed to herself then began to raise up her short green pleated skirt.  She had Mr. McShane\rquote s undivided attention.  The man\rquote s blue eyes focused directly onto the prize hidden behind the garment in astute attention savoring the event as if he were a mere child readying to open a Christmas present.\par
\tab Closing her eyes Lydia finally had her skirt up enough to reveal her full nakedness.  She heard Mr. McShane let out a long satisfying sigh.  He was totally-totally melting.  \ldblquote Oh my!\rdblquote  he muttered.\par
\tab Lydia couldn\rquote t believe what she was doing, but forty bucks was forty bucks!  \par
\tab\ldblquote Would-would you sit down for me, please?\rdblquote  he asked timidly waving his hand to one of the sofas.  Robert McShane\rquote s office was nice; oak paneling, recessed lighting, nautical paintings on the walls, nautical themed items of the sea and ships; a plush spongy sea-green carpet; a large ornate desk; and simple furnishings.\par
\tab Once on the sofa, Lydia made herself comfortable and then realized what the perverted businessman wanted\emdash to see more of her goodie.  With her heart pounding near out of her chest Lydia had no choice but to suck it up and \ldblquote pull it up\rdblquote .\par
\tab Robert McShane merely shifted from the long side of his desk to the width wise side, hands folded at his lap and eyes glued to Lydia\rquote s doings.  And Lydia\rquote s doings was \ldblquote revealing.\rdblquote   Leaning back and feeling an overwhelming fear enveloping her Lydia hiked up her skirt, feet planted on the edge of the sofa cushion along with her bare butt.  It was all very revealing and the naughty businessman was very glued.\par
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\tab\ldblquote Soooo, how\rquote d it go?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia was quiet and not much in the mood for talking.  She sat in the tub lot in thought while her brother came in slowly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, I guess.\rdblquote  Lydia finally replied.\par
\tab Chris parked it on the toilet beside the tub; he knew his sister was bugged \lquote cause usually when she took a bath she had foaming bubbles; when she didn\rquote t take a bubble bath she was either in a hurry or bugged.\par
\tab\ldblquote When\rquote s Mom going to be home?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not sure, around ten or so, but that was a guess.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia nodded, farted, then slid further into the bathwater to her chin.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote we can tell her Daddy\rquote s got a job, a steady one at K-Ten Television.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was elated\emdash overjoyed\emdash relieved.\par
\tab Lydia only so-so.\par
\tab Upon noticing that his sister was not as thrilled as he was at their Daddy\rquote s employment,\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, what\rquote d you have to do?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia wasn\rquote t in the mood to spill her guts.  Wrinkling her mouth she shrugged and said simply, \ldblquote I gave him my panties.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote  Chris said nodding his head, \ldblquote And that did it?\rdblquote\par
\tab Not quite.\par
\tab Perched on the sofa cushion in Robert McShane\rquote s private office Lydia Marie Millard, fifteen, sat precariously with her \ldblquote goodie\rdblquote  fully exposed; her panties in the hands of her Daddy\rquote s potential employer.  Lydia\rquote s own hands were at the back of her knees holding her legs back to allow Mr. McShane to full viewing of her nakedness.\par
\tab And he did view with great admiration.  The man was distinguished, not too tall, well groomed and manicured, well dressed professional.  Professional pervert.\par
\tab Thankfully, though, the man was satisfied with \ldblquote looking\rdblquote .  Still, it made Lydia uneasy and \ldblquote dirty.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  Chris offered, \ldblquote hopefully you wont have to do it again.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia thought thoughtfully, \lquote I doubt it.\rquote  She knew her Daddy and his propensity to make waves in a desert.  Sighing she sat listless in the bathwater being a little gloomy.  Chris stood up from the toilet and shucked his pants; no undies.\par
\tab Lydia watched him peel off his shirt and then stand naked with a half hard-on.  \ldblquote Nattie asleep?\rdblquote  she asked.  Chris smiled, \ldblquote yep.\rdblquote  Then he eased into the tub himself\'85\par
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 \tab\ldblquote Daniel, that line was not in the script.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I know.\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote Why did you add it?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote I thought it should have comment on the situation.\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote What situation?\rdblquote  \line  \tab\ldblquote The fact that Wedgy the Hedgehog has a cigarette shoved into his mouth is reprehensible!\rdblquote  \line  \tab\ldblquote This is a cartoon, Daniel, not a fuckin\rquote  talk show special!\rdblquote\par
\page  \tab\ldblquote Thousands of children in this market will see this cartoon; it\rquote s like showing them if Mom and Dad can smoke and Wedgy can smoke I can, too!\rdblquote\par
\tab The argument continued for a short time and then Daniel was fired.\par
\tab Again.\par
\tab Much to the dismay of his daughter who nearly blew up at him when she heard.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s with her?\rdblquote  chortled unemployed Daniel to his son, Chris.\par
\tab Chris was in disbelief, too; if he only knew what Lydia had to do.\par
\tab\ldblquote I think she\rquote s on her period.\rdblquote  Chris said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ah, that would explain it.\rdblquote   Kinda.\par
\tab So he was axed again and Lydia was confirmly not going to help.\par
\tab A week later\'85\par
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\tab With no job, Daniel moved in with his gay oh so gay brother and his lover.  Daniel was resolute in his masculinity and was not bisexual, either.  His balls didn\rquote t swing in that direction.  (not for men, anyways\emdash more on that later.) \par
\tab He needed steady employment or the pending divorce would go thru as Miranda (Plaintiff) wanted.  If Daniel could secure a long term employment and stop bringing circus animals into a non-circus animal zone then she would loosen up.  The kids adored him\emdash he was one of them.  It made Miranda mad as the strife between made it out to be her being the heavy and the bitch.\par
\tab With Daniel out of the house, life with Mom wasn\rquote t peachy\emdash one, she was always working and working late and spent very little time with the family.  A \ldblquote nanny\rdblquote  was hired\emdash a bunch of them.  None of the nannies did the kids like\emdash they were weird, too strict, not strict enough, lame, foreign, and questionable with the \ldblquote sticky fingers\rdblquote  issue.\par
\tab One of the nannies was Ms. Gretta Gretchlittle.  She was Irish/English and hailed from merry ole England, Shefford to be exact.  She was rather tall being just over a meter tall (six foot to your yank blokes), trim, proper, and a little strict.\par
\tab She was also aghast when she found Chris naked on top of the naked Lydia and they were just a \ldblquote doing it.\rdblquote   So aghast was Ms. Gretta Gretchlittle that she took a hand to Chris\rquote  bare sweaty ass.  It was either take the discipline are have their parents called.  To let it be known, Daniel wouldn\rquote t have cared; Miranda, however\emdash would.\par
\page\tab The bare ass spanking was intense; neither Chris or Lydia had ever been bare assed spanked.  But across Grettle Gretchlittle\rquote s lap they went, one at a time.  The discipline was dished out swiftly and not sexually.  Chris\rquote  ass burned and he thought he would come clear out of his skin.  Ten very hard smacks and he was stood up to watch his sister take her turn. \par
 \tab Chris naturally felt anger and wanted to stop the abuse to his sister, but his ass stung so (and there was some excitement watching his sister getting spanked.)\par
\tab Standing (naked) in the corner of their room followed for their punishment\emdash Hitler\rquote s Little Sister (Grettle) remained in the room continuing to chastise the naughty siblings and quoting Scripture from the \ldblquote Good Book.\rdblquote\par
\tab After an hour punishment was over and the two had to collect their clothing, dress, and go about their business while she prepared the evening meal.  Going about their business had Chris and Lydia finding themselves in the basement peering at the other\rquote s beaten ass.\par
\tab Their conversation was light; mostly it was Lydia who hated & despised the new nanny.  Chris was undecided; he didn\rquote t like seeing his sister hurt or to feel the hurt himself.  Then again,\par
\tab His penis was still hard.\par
\tab After much rubbing of his ass and said hard penis and gawking at his sister reddened ass, Chris put his cock against Lydia\rquote s ass then down between her legs.  Lydia opened herself as much as she could, she was dressed (in fear of being caught again).  Horny Chris humped his sister\rquote s ass, his hands on her hips, reaching around to finger her cunt then up under her clothes to squeeze her breasts.\par
\tab Lydia fingered her own cunt and rubbed her own flaming ass but didn\rquote t harbor the same excited feelings of being whacked as did her brother.  There was a tingling sensation, true and sure, but Lydia herself just didn\rquote t care for being swatted.\par
\tab Too bad; \lquote cause brother Chris did\'85\par
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\tab Alden Speerberry ran the show at Parkland Studios, another local public television that Daniel Millard often got bit parts at but nothing steady.  He had been fired from several promising roles and voice-over stints for inserting his own ad-libbing giving way to his name being well known but not for the reasons an actor wanted to be known.\par
\page\tab Once more and did Lydia find herself submitting herself to aid her Father.  However, her wily wiles were failing.  And there was a reason.  Though on the sly she made some snooping there was no incriminating evidence suggesting anything Lydia could use against him in the way of blackmail.\par
\tab The man did like her, they even had lunch and discussed subjects other than her Daddy.  She had ideas herself about television programming and Mr. Alden listened.  But as far as trying to warm-warm up to him?  No-go.\par
\tab Then one day, \par
\tab Lydia just happened to be in the right place at the right time and saw something she shouldn\rquote t but was glad she did.  In Mr. Aldren\rquote s private office Lydia was privy to see two naked teen boys.  There were others (by their voices) but she couldn\rquote t see them.  Mr. Alden was there\emdash she couldn\rquote t see him, either, but she knew he was within.\par
\tab The naked boys she saw went across the room to the private bathroom.  They were about fifteen or so, nice looking (\lquote specially naked) and very tan bodies.  On her way home it came to her\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote I think he likes boys.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  brother Chris asked in astonishment.\par
\tab\ldblquote Boys, I think he likes boys more than girls.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Great.\rdblquote   Chris had asked out of curiosity \ldblquote How\rquote d it go?\rdblquote  when his sister had come home.  There was no more nanny as Lydia had finally convinced her Mom that she was old enough to handle the house\emdash and those in it.  Their Mother just worried, the times of the day were trying and it wasn\rquote t safe for children of any age to be \ldblquote home alone.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote So what\rquote ll we do now?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab Lydia didn\rquote t know, \ldblquote He likes boys.\rdblquote  she said softly.\par
\tab Chris sat against the tiled counter in the kitchen, clad in brown cords, a black tee-shirt with a punk rock band emblazoned on the front, and a raging hard-on in those cords.\par
\tab Lydia sat quietly with thoughts to her own.  Chris made a slow exit\emdash straight to sister Nattie\rquote s room where he had just been.  It was early evening, Nattie and Chris had been together while sister Lydia had been out trying to secure their Daddy a job.  After a light meal (consisting mainly of snacks) the littlest sibling who had a cold took some cold medicines she could take and went promptly to sleep.  Which was good \lquote cause horny Chris had no morals\'85\par
\page\tab Little Nattie was sound asleep, still.  Which was good \lquote cause horny no-moral Chris once more slid her panties down.  Nattie didn\rquote t like pajamas and often slept in a long night shirt and sometimes less.  Although he had been interrupted, Chris\rquote  cock was still hard and after getting his sister\rquote s panties down to her ankles (again) he crawled easily and carefully on top of her pushing down his pants just enough\'85\par
\tab Nattie never stirred all the while her naughty no-moral brother humped her.  He had been right at the pivotal point of ecstasy when he heard the front door\emdash fearing that it was his Mom put the boy in panic mode.  There was relief, though, to find that it was only sibling Lydia.  Still, though, she was not so keen on the idea of him molesting Nattie.  Chris was.\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t see what he was doing as \ldblquote molesting\rdblquote ; the other party involved was asleep\emdash so it didn\rquote t count.  If she didn\rquote t know that she was being molested then it was ok.  Chris humped her little hairless pussy grinding his cock hard into her slit (not in).  Only with Lydia could Chris sink his skin flute; and it was only recently that she began sucking him.  Taking it up the ass, though, remained a no-no.\par
\tab When finally the sweet release so sought after came\emdash the bedroom door opened.  It wasn\rquote t the first time Chris had been caught by Lydia.  She didn\rquote t approve but didn\rquote t fuss about it, either.  Being in the final throws of orgasm he continued spewing his spunk all over Nattie\rquote s belly and pussy.  Chris was very relieved and Nattie remained sound asleep.\par
\tab Slowly and did Lydia make her way to the bed (and her naughty brother.)  Chris was smiling, sweating, and still spewing spunk.  He lay off of his young sib stroking his squirter, breathing hard, farting, and still lusting.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote  Chris said off-handedly.\par
\tab Lydia held fast a minute, checked her watch, then began undressing.\par
\tab As Lydia stripped to her skin, brother Chris got harder and began humping Nattie\rquote s hig, caressing the sleeping child\rquote s cum laden cunt with eyes glued to his stripping sister.  He regarded her as being very pretty (especially naked).  Once her panties and bra were off she climbed onto the bed firstly checking her sister\rquote s sleeping status then eyeing her brother\rquote s one-eyed monster.  Chris waggled said one-eyed monster and Lydia finally smiled.  \par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t an easy thing to do to keep a boner concealed.  Lydia feared once their Mom saw it then she might think something (naughty) was going on.  And of course she would be right.  \par
\page  \tab Chris clad in sweats had a pronounced visible hard-on and tried concealing that fact while in the kitchen with his Mom when she finally got home.  Lydia saw the bulge and knew that if she could see it surely their Mom could.  But Mom was tired and bustled about the kitchen yapping, being nosey about the kids\rquote  day and on and on and on.  She never noticed Chris\rquote  erection and if she did she either passed on it or didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab When their Mom checked on the youngest then went to her room to shower and go to bed, Chris and Lydia were at it again.  Mostly it was Chris, of course, the ever ready to be naughty boy unleashed the beast from his sweats rubbing the throbbing erection against Lydia\rquote s ass.\par
\tab Lydia, though, wasn\rquote t too much in the mood and didn\rquote t pay him too much attention.  In their bathroom they shared, Lydia, clad in pajamas, stood at the sink basin brushing (trying to) her teeth.  Ever the horny brother stood behind her taking her pajamas bottoms and panties down enough to rub his cock against her ass.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Spread year legs.\rdblquote  Chris whispered.\par
\tab Reluctantly Lydia complied.  With her clothes still on the \ldblquote spreading of her legs\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t much.  Chris took what he could get and pressed his hard prick down between his sister\rquote s ass crack.  With his hands on her hips he began to hump.  There was no penetration but it felt good just the same.\par
\tab Lydia spat out the spent toothpaste\emdash the taste of her brother\rquote s cum, though still lingered.  Earlier, in Nattie\rquote s room, Lydia had sucked on her brother\rquote s cummy cock.  She sucked and sucked and sucked; sucking it clean including swashing his balls.  Then, on encouragement from her brother, she licked Nattie\rquote s pussy clean, too.\par
\tab She did!\par
\tab Chris still ever the horny boy \ldblquote reached around\rdblquote  to try and stimulate Lydia\rquote s quiet pussy.  His throbbing erection was down between her butt cheeks (but his intent was for her dirt chute.)  Finally annoyed Lydia turned and gave her brother \ldblquote the look.\rdblquote   He stopped (wisely).  She wasn\rquote t in the mood.\par
\tab They heard the shower in their Mother\rquote s room shut off (thru the piping).  She would spent ten minutes drying and fussing with her hair then dressing for bed, then either go straight to her bed or do a bed check on her children.  Fifteen minutes at least.\par
\tab\ldblquote Please!?\rdblquote  Chris begged.  His cock ached and needed to be brought off only by the way of getting sucked or by some other orifice.  Lydia looked down to her brother\rquote s throbbing cock.  She handled it, stroked it (a little hard squeeze) then eased to her knees to take care of the matter proper.\par
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\ldblquote he likes boys\rdblquote\par
\tab Alden Speerberry of Parkland Studios liked boys.  Naked, vibrant, healthy teenage boys.  Lydia had stated so and Chris followed up.  The brother and sister came as a team to help out (schmooze) with the public television schmuck with Chris doing most of the schmoozing (kissing ass).\par
\tab A week later and all of Chris\rquote  ass kissing got him \ldblquote in\rdblquote  with the Parkland Studio executive.  He met other boys his age, a little older, a little younger.  They were a part of a special project Mr. Speerberry was doing; the project was something about boys being stranded on a south sea island.  So it was a no-brainer that \ldblquote clothing\rdblquote  was optional.  \par
\tab As Lydia plagued her brother about the details of what went on, Chris spewed that the \ldblquote set\rdblquote  was a special room with drop down scenery, built up sand, fake trees, fake rocks and boulders; a wind machine, and bright lights to simulate the sun as well as provided adequate lighting for the cameras.\par
\tab Thing was, though, just a couple of cameras operated remotely by Mr. Speerberry and Mr. Speerberry was the only person present.  Chris made some comment about that to wit the exec replied, \ldblquote cuts down on the cost\rdblquote  and \ldblquote besides, this is my own project.\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab Answers that.\par
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\tab Another week of running around nude with other boys who also ran amok nude and Chris was finally accepted as \ldblquote one of them.\rdblquote   This allowed Chris the final \ldblquote in.\rdblquote   Heavy on the \ldblquote in.\rdblquote   Chris was a little light on the detailing the events that took place after a session doing a scene from \ldblquote The Boys of Summer Island.\rdblquote   But after the \ldblquote cast party\rdblquote  and all the other boys scampered off somewhere else, Chris was left alone with Mr. Alden.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?\rdblquote  Lydia asked.\par
\tab Chris was a little embarrassed.  The tables were now turned as he was being pestered for details inasmuch as he had pestered Lydia about Robert McShane.\par
\tab Chris was still nude and Mr. Alden said, \ldblquote why don\rquote t you shower up in my bathroom?\rdblquote  he said with a Devil\rquote s smile.  After collecting his clothes, Chris did so.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then what happened?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote When I came out of the shower, Mr. Alden was standing there.\rdblquote  With a towel in hand.  Chris took the towel and dried off\emdash all the while Mr. Alden Speerberry stood there\emdash watching.\par
\page\tab From there it was weird (according to Chris); in the private office Chris posed for Mr. Alden, then masturbated.\par
\tab\ldblquote He asked you to do that?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris twisted his mouth and was sheepish, then he shrugged with having a puzzled look on his handsome young face.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m not sure\emdash I-I guess so.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia didn\rquote t understand that.  \ldblquote What else happened?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris sighed, whether or not he understood how his sister felt under similar circumstances wasn\rquote t clear; after yanking his chain in front of the studio exec\emdash\par
\tab Chris turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks.\par
\tab The next thing he knew was Mr. Alden was also naked.\par
\tab Was also naked!\par
\tab Can we say \ldblquote touchy-feely\rdblquote !? \par
\tab Thought you could\'85\par
\tab Mr. Alden fondled Chris\rquote  noodle\emdash fondle-fondle-fondle.  Chris\rquote  balls got a could fondling, too; then his ass followed by Chris fondling Mr. Alden in turn.  (Chris left out that part.)\par
\tab After the mutual fondling and Mr. Alden was on his knees, Chris on the sofa; legs out and up and pulled back fully exposed.  The man who paid him on a daily basis twenty dollars then began sucking him.\par
\tab\ldblquote He sucked your dick?\rdblquote  Lydia exclaimed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Did he do anything else?\rdblquote  she inquired.\par
\tab That was the thing, Chris couldn\rquote t remember.  \par
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\tab A couple of days later\'85\par
\tab In search of a missing plush toy for Nattie, Lydia found her brother in the bathroom with the toilet plunger handle jammed up his ass!\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck!?\rdblquote  followed by \ldblquote What the fuck are you doing?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s it look like?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It looks like you\rquote re fucking yourself in the ass with the toilet plunger.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote\par
\tab And he didn\rquote t.  It was just something he had to do.  There didn\rquote t seem to be a particular reason\emdash just that once a day for a little time in the bathroom he had to jam the toilet plunger up his ass after the hole and the plunger stick were generously lubed with petroleum jelly.\par
\tab Imagine!\par
\page\tab But try as he might (so he thought) Chris couldn\rquote t stop himself from going to the bathroom and jamming the handle into his ass.  Lydia also found him with the insertion of a candlestick taken from the dinning table.  It was a little larger diameter and he again\emdash didn\rquote t know why he was doing it.\par
\tab Then the day came when Lydia was searching once more for a missing plush toy Nattie had not lost but hidden.  It was a game she played with her siblings\emdash a sort of hide-and-go-seek.  Sort of.  Clothed Lydia and Chris went in search while Natalie hid herself under the pile of assorted sized plush toy animals she had on her bed.  (if the plush toy animal wasn\rquote t found?  Nattie would cry and talk to her Mother and that would be bad (cause Nattie had a sometime propensity to say things she shouldn\rquote t ought to say about the question her Mother would often ask \ldblquote how was your day\rdblquote  to wit the little girl would say she lost her favorite animal and neither Chris or Lydia would help her find it and \ldblquote did you know they go naked?\rdblquote ))\par
\tab No, it wouldn\rquote t be good not to find the lost item.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you doing?\rdblquote  Lydia asked of her brother, \ldblquote we\rquote re not supposed to go in there.\rdblquote   The \ldblquote there\rdblquote  was their Mother\rquote s bedroom, off-limits (except for Lydia when collecting or depositing laundry.)\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote ve looked everywhere else,\rdblquote  complained Chris, \ldblquote you want it found and her quiet or not found and she go blab something?\rdblquote\par
\tab He had a point.  Lydia sighed, \ldblquote Just don\rquote t touch anything!\rdblquote   The room had to look exactly as it did.  If the toy was found then Lydia would have to have a talk with Nattie \lquote cause the rule of \ldblquote Stay out of Mom\rquote s room\rdblquote  applied to her, too.\par
\tab Chris, of course, had been in his Mother\rquote s room snooping\emdash but without sister Lydia in the know.  He was sure, too, that Lydia had done her fair share of snooping\emdash it was a thing all children did.  \par
\tab Lydia searched the bed, under it; then the dresser, behind it.\par
\tab Chris checked the bathroom; the shower stall, behind the toilet, in the cabinet with no luck.  Chris was sure for certainty that Nattie had hid her toy in their Mother\rquote s room.  Lydia still searched the bed and furniture, Chris made for the closet.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t find Mr. Snuffles the Blue Elephant but he found an object in a box that was more interesting.\par
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\tab\ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  Chris called out to his sister from the large walk-in closet, \ldblquote check this out.\rdblquote\par
\tab The box had been hidden tucked back in the closet.  Inside was a \ldblquote cock\rdblquote  with attachment.  Neither Chris or Lydia had ever seen such a thing, the only recognizable part was the \ldblquote cock.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab\ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote  Lydia piped (again).\par
\tab\ldblquote It looks like me.\rdblquote  Chris said noting the similarity of his wang to the one in the box.  The similarity ended there.  The cock-in-the-box (with attachment) had a belt-like thing, studded; then a jockstrap-like thing attached.  The \ldblquote cock\rdblquote  was thick and approx. seven inches long.  No testicle sac.  The kids stared at it and stared at it and stared it.\par
\tab Lydia finally took it, stroked it, noted the very life-like texture, the veins, the \ldblquote head\rdblquote  and permanent stiffness.  Then she got a news flash.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit,\rdblquote  she announced, \ldblquote I think you wear it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was in the dark.\par
\tab Lydia fumbled with the straps and it was like putting on underwear, a boy\rquote s jockstrap.  It was quite hilarious as Lydia stood wearing the cock-jockstrap.  \ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  she said giggling, \ldblquote I\rquote m a boy!\rdblquote  and she masturbated her cock like her brother did.\par
\tab Chris stroked the phallic, too; giggled, then hauled out his own.  Lydia stroked his while he stroked hers.  Both giggled as they played with the other\rquote s \ldblquote cock.\rdblquote   Lydia was curious while Chris wondered why their Mother would have such a thing in the first place.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck it.\rdblquote  Lydia said to her brother.\par
\tab\ldblquote No way!\rdblquote  Chris exclaimed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, way\emdash I suck yours\emdash suck mine!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris definitely had the heebie-jeebies about the prospect; he knew some boys sucked dick and though lo he was curious\emdash he wasn\rquote t that curious.  Then it came to him\emdash\lquote holy shit, that\rquote s what that perv Mr. Speerberry wants!\rquote  a blowjob.\par
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\tab Sliding his mouth down on the fake cock was more than just odd; it was weird, too.  \lquote is that what my dick tastes like?\rquote  he wondered to himself.  He wasn\rquote t sure, but on the insistence from his sister, he gobbled the fake dong but very muchly wasn\rquote t into it.\par
\tab After a few Ups and Downs he pulled back; Lydia was in glory with giggles and \ldblquote payback\rquote s\rdblquote  a motherfucker.  She flopped the fake dick all about her brother\rquote s face\emdash then had a more mischievous aim.\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Chris asked noting his sister\rquote s demeanor change.\par
\tab The \ldblquote what\rdblquote  was for Chris to \ldblquote turn around\rdblquote .\par
\page\tab Clad merely in their skin in their Mother\rquote s bedroom, the two siblings experimented with reverse sodomy.  The phallic strap-on was lubed with a coating of anal grease then with a semi-willing Chris turned around, hands on knees, legs apart, sister Lydia made anal insertion\emdash just like the horny bastard did to her.\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t care for it much\emdash their was more discomfort than pleasure.  He wondered if a girl felt the same way?  He thought girls liked being boned in the ass.  Maybe not.  He knew that he enjoyed it; it felt better in her mouth and a damn sight better in her cunt.  \par
\tab Of course, after Lydia humped her brother\rquote s ass for a few minutes it was his turn to hump.  Sliding into Lydia\rquote s asshole was a damn sight better than taking it.  With his hands on her hips he gently made full anal penetration\emdash his own asshole clenching and as he settled into the rhythm of humping his mind slipped and thought of Mr. Speerberry.  It was a no brainer what the man wanted; \ldblquote he likes boys.\rdblquote  Lydia had said and the two weeks young Chris had been in the man\rquote s private circle of confidence (and naked teenage boys) Chris knew it to be true.\par
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\tab And so it came to pass that\'85\par
\tab The taste of dick was far different than the taste of the phallic.  There was the uncontrollable retching to deal with, gagging and making faces and all that\emdash that was a given.  But Chris gave it a try and slurped Mr. Alden Speerberry\rquote s many cock.\par
\tab Completely naked with the man Chris lowered his morals even further sucking the man\rquote s cock realizing how it must be for Lydia.  He really didn\rquote t know what to make of it but attributed the \ldblquote taste\rdblquote  to be much like string cheese!\par
\tab Thankfully the man didn\rquote t cum\emdash not in Chris\rquote  mouth anyways.  Instead, he pulled out to hump the boy\rquote s face cinching up tight his nut sac to Chris\rquote  handsome boyish face.  Chris sucked on those, too.  seemed the thing to do.  Thereafter, Chris felt the time had arrived and he fully gave himself to the horny boy lover.  He hoped that taking the toilet plunger and his Mom\rquote s dildo would pave the way for his asshole to take manly dick.  (he still didn\rquote t know how he wound up in the bathroom self fucking himself, though.)\par
\tab Positioned on the sofa in Mr. Speerberry\rquote s private office, naked thirteen year old Chris got fucked.  It was very much unlike fucking his sister.  Banging Lydia\rquote s crapper was on thing, taking their Mother\rquote s fake dick jockstrap with leather panel and studded belt was one thing; but taking a man\rquote s dick in the mouth and ass was something else entirely!\par
\page\tab Getting fucked in the ass by the strap-on was way different than the pounding Chris\rquote  asshole received by Mr. Speerberry.  The man clamped his hands onto the young teen\rquote s ass and drove like a freight train thundering thru a dark tunnel.  Chris thought he would come out of his skin but finally his asshole gave way and he could relax a little plastered against the dark brown sofa material.\par
\tab Alden Speerberry enjoyed his private time with Chris and after fucking him royally the two enjoyed a few minutes together in the shower, too.  After Alden had thoroughly cleaned Chris and Chris did likewise to him, Chris was prompted once more to suck Alden\rquote s cock.\par
\tab He did.\par
\tab Then was pissed on before once more being fucked in the ass.\par
\tab\ldblquote Tell your Father to come see me tomorrow.\rdblquote  Mr. Speerberry said as Chris zipped up his pants preparing to leave.  Chris felt the same way as Lydia had when she had given herself Mr. McShane, \ldblquote fucker better get this job and keep it!\rdblquote\par
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\tab With Daniel back in the house again (this after securing a position at Parkland Studios) Lydia and Chris (especially Nattie) were elated to overjoyed.  Daniel was none the wiser at the sacrifices his children had gone to and the children who had aided him in securing said position at Parkland Studios hoped beyond hopes he wanted fuck it up.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t know who else I have give it up to that\rquote s important in this town!\rdblquote  bitched Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, the Chief of Police, the Mayor, Fire Chief--\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia gave her ever the horny brother a bad look.\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s not funny.\rdblquote  she snapped.\par
\tab\ldblquote Boy Scout leader, high school principal, football team\'85\rdblquote\par
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\tab With their Father back in the house\emdash all was not so back to normal; Lydia found him on the sofa in the den.  Miranda was still being a bit of a bitch and though she was once more sharing the house with him\emdash she wasn\rquote t sharing the bed.  \par
\tab Lydia felt badly for him but good that he was back in the house.  When she found him she sat with him; they talked, discussed the new job with Lydia trying to instill upon her Father to \ldblquote just go with the flow\rdblquote  and read the script as is.\par
\page\tab Daniel sighed, nodded his head, and agreed to appease his loving daughter.  (if only he knew how loving\'85)  They continued their talk up to Midnight.  Lydia snuggled against her Father and there she did fall to sleep.  No biggie, Lydia had often snuggled to sleep against her Father; it was a Father/Daughter thing most Father/Daughters did.\par
\tab Couple of hours later\'85\par
\tab Lydia awoke with the need to pee.  Being downstairs she used the downstairs bathroom and wasn\rquote t in the mood to go upstairs to check on anyone like she usually did when making bathroom trips.  She returned to the den and her Daddy, re-snuggled up against him and returned to sleep.  It was a light sleep; her young mind was filled with the debauchery she had engaged in with Mr. McShane and the so-so knowing of what her brother had to engage in (but she fingered it out just the same\emdash Chris didn\rquote t give her much information just as so she had left out information about her doings in McShane\rquote s private office.)\par
\tab So Lydia slept lightly, just a couple of hours or so before anyone would begin to stir; her Mom went to work early and came home late.  Daddy Daniel went to work late and came home early.  He did voice over work; commercials, cartoons, etc. and didn\rquote t have to work very long to get an acceptable paycheck.\par
\tab As Lydia snuggled against her Daddy, she felt something.\par
\tab And how!\par
\tab And\emdash it was familiar.\par
\tab Too familiar.\par
\tab Pressed against her butt Lydia felt the unmistakable presence of a hard-on.  Usually that hard-on belonged to her every present horny brother.  But it wasn\rquote t her brother she was snuggled against\'85\par
\tab Not knowing what to do she lay still faking going back to sleep.  She waited to see if her Daddy would do anything.  And what if he did?  What would she do?  Sex with her brother was one thing\emdash but with her Daddy?  She knew and was very well aware of other girls having sex with their Daddies, but that was them.  Lydia herself had never given it a second thought.\par
\tab There was no going to sleep\emdash especially after Lydia felt her Daddy\rquote s hand on her hip.  She froze and almost panicked\emdash but somehow managed to curb herself from doing so.  What was she afraid of?  What if he did more than \ldblquote rest his hand on her hip?\rdblquote   The concept of getting freaky with her Daddy never came to her as it did with her brother.  It was something to consider.  But she had to consider quickly \lquote cause Daddy Daniel\rquote s hand was on the move.\par
\page\tab Trying not to tense up, Lydia faked breathing hard.  Then she felt a fart bubble at the ready.  There was no releasing it\emdash her Daddy right behind her would no she was awake.  Or could she fart while asleep?  She waited and waited and squeezed the pesky potentially offense away.  Then she sighed and relaxed.\par
\tab Daddy Daniel had moved his hand down to her belly\emdash and for a long while it remained there.  Lydia wasn\rquote t sure if her Daddy still had his hard-on but thought he might.  Was he on the up and up?  Or something more sinister?  How would she react if his hand touched her private area?  A curious mind wanted to know.\par
\tab Lydia found herself indifferent.  Fooling around with her brother was one thing.  But her Daddy?\par
\tab Suddenly the hand was there\emdash right there on her Holy Moly.  Lydia uncontrollably tensed up.  When she realized it she calmed herself\emdash but her thoughts were wild.  She stretched to cover up her fear and apprehensiveness in hopes to convey to her Daddy that she was indeed still asleep.\par
\tab Daddy Daniel did nothing more for a long while.\par
\tab Lydia was in her nightgown; she had pajamas, long tee-shirts, nightgowns that she wore for bed with no particular preference for any of them.  Wearing the thin powder blue nightgown seemed good; her Daddy wore typical two-piece pajamas.\par
\tab Slowly\emdash very slowly did Lydia begin inching up her nightgown.\par
\tab What was she doing!?  What was she thinking!?  Submission?  Was she going to let her Daddy molest her?  That seemed the intent.  And in fact, in her mind\emdash she didn\rquote t have a problem with it.  If he only knew that she had been completely nude in Robert McShane\rquote s office, legs open and letting the man jerk off while she sat perched on his sofa.  Tsk tsk tsk\par
\tab Daddy Daniel\rquote s hand was on the move again; Lydia\rquote s eyes were wide open with her mind in a whirl.  She had managed to get her nightgown up to her butt but with her Daddy\rquote s body right up against her she had to stop lest she give way to the fact that she WAS awake.\par
\tab But would that matter?  Would her Daddy care if she were awake?\par
\tab Sighing (to herself) she wondered what to do nextly (to communicate to her Daddy that she was ok with whatever he wanted to do.)  Whatever he wanted to do?  Lydia had to think about that.  How far was she willing to go to let her Daddy molest her?  Finger her pussy, cop a feel of her ass, her titties?  Would she let him put his dick against her ass like she let brother Chris do?  \par
\tab Her thoughts were dramatically interrupted by the placement of her Daddy\rquote s hand right on her poon.  It had begun.\par
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\tab With his fingers about his stout schlong, Chris worked himself into a frenzy.  A pair of panties aided him in that venture, Lydia\rquote s panties.  He had at his disposal, though, a pair of Nattie\rquote s panties as well as his Mom\rquote s!  He thought of screwing Lydia, of course, and doing naughty unto Nattie.  There, too, was the thought(s) of humping on his Mom.  Those thoughts, though, were brief.  Humping on his sisters was one thing\emdash but getting it on with his Mom!?  \par
\tab The point of climax came\emdash and came\emdash and came some more.  A gracious quantity of boy spunk.  The first jut exploded with great cumming force shooting up a few inches; the rest of the sticky milky goo oozed out of his cock in small spurts soiling his hand and the panties wrapped about his member.  \lquote oh shit did that feel good!\rquote  he said to himself.  Of course, cumming off on Nattie would be better.\par
\tab Why he didn\rquote t think of \ldblquote visiting\rdblquote  Lydia he didn\rquote t know for sure.  He made his way out of his room, naked, with cum dripping from his dick and made his way to Nattie\rquote s room she had to herself.  It was a small room and not necessarily intended to be a bedroom but it sufficed until one of the older siblings moved out to college or something.\par
\tab Nattie was sound to sleep\emdash as usual.  Naked Chris made entry creeping slowly across the room giving no thought to anyone coming in on him.  At his sister\rquote s bed he paused to watch her sleep\emdash possibly to make SURE she was asleep.  His cock ached; he stroked it to get it hard again but it didn\rquote t respond until he was sliding her panties down.\par
\tab Nattie wore a tee-shirt to bed so getting her underwear down was easy.  Casually he wondered how old she would have to be before he could get himself into her?  The thoughts of hammering his sister filled his mind and gave cause to give strength to his cock.  Satisfied with that he climbed onto the bed and rested his throbbing erection against his sister\rquote s young cunny.\par
\tab Nattie made a small face as her brother grinded himself against her sex.  Chris eased up but found himself just about out of control and with an increasing measure of desire to \ldblquote stick it in her.\rdblquote   Somehow he managed to curb himself from doing so and settled against her slit.\par
\tab After a minute of sincere humping that slit the pivotal portion of his misdoing came to be and a sudden jut of cum spewed forth from his piss slit.  The humping then increased as the good pleasuring overwhelmed him and he humped Nattie\rquote s cunt tenaciously.\par
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\tab Fighting the somnolent feeling that had snuck up on her Lydia wriggled herself until she for sure felt the strong presence of something familiar.  Again she froze.  What to do\emdash what to do??  \par
\tab She sort of knew what she WANTED to do\emdash but doing it was another thing.  What if she DID reach back and grab a holt of her Daddy\rquote s dong?  What he freak out, stop whatever his intentions were, or what?  Lydia sighed to herself then felt the stirrings of the need to pee as well as some tingling albeit sexually in her cunny.\par
\tab Slowly\emdash very slowly, Daddy Daniel simply caressed his daughter\rquote s hip area, then down to her cunny area.  Against her ass was his cock.  It was hard and deftly grinded against Lydia\rquote s ass.  Lydia couldn\rquote t help it, she couldn\rquote t stand to hold off any longer and began tugging down her panties.\par
\tab\lquote if you\rquote re gonna fuck me, fuck and don\rquote t mouse around about it!\rquote\par
\tab When Lydia moved\emdash Daddy Daniel froze.  Discovering that his precious daughter was inching her panties down was a little mindboggling to say the least and it had him stunned.  More stunning mindboggling emotions came as that precious daughter reached over herself to latch onto his throbbing erection.\par
\tab\lquote What the fuck!?\rquote  he thought to himself loudly\emdash but not too loudly.\par
\tab It was Daniel\rquote s turn to freeze\emdash what was happening was more than he could imagine or ever imagine.  It was more than simple mindboggling.  He lay still against his daughter\rquote s backside, inching his pelvis back some so as she could get a better grip\emdash and she did.  He was ready to spurt right then and there.  But he held off somehow; breathing low to the point of sighing in the respect of achieving orgasmic bliss.  Lydia worked his cock like magic; something the Wife USED to do.\par
\tab The more she squeezed and manipulated his prick the harder it astoundingly got!  The pleasure was incredible (and almost unknown.)  The level of excitement reached pivotal levels never before known (or reached.)  Daniel began humping against his daughter\rquote s ass\'85\par
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\tab He didn\rquote t know how such a person could sleep so soundly; the head of his cock was IN Nattie\rquote s asshole.  His cock, though, wasn\rquote t strong enough for the proper ass fucking like he did to sister Lydia.  \par
\page Having already cum all over Nattie\rquote s cunt, a little hump to her sweet-sweet face had pretty much emptied his dick of strength.  But dire determination drove him to drive himself into his little sister\rquote s pooper.\par
\tab Unable to make full anal penetration he pulled out and humped on her ass.  His hands went all over her, up and down her sides, mostly concentrating on her ass.  But he was spent so he quit, pulled her clothes back on, rolled her back onto her back and stood gawking at her as she went right on sleeping without ever knowing.\par
\tab Out in the hall his cock ached for Lydia\emdash his cock ached period and then he wondered the date\emdash was it Lydia\rquote s time of the month?  The first time he fucked Lydia when she was on her period totally grossed him out and he vowed not to dwell there again during her \ldblquote special time.\rdblquote\par
\tab Of course, she had two other holes, a hand, titties, ass flesh\'85\par
\tab On his way to Lydia\rquote s room he paused hearing a sound coming from his Mom\rquote s room.  Optimum word here\emdash come.  Wrinkling his nose and feeling kind of odd he stole his way up to the parental door that was open just a crack.  How convenient!\par
\tab Inside it was dark but Chris\rquote  eyes were well adjusted.  There was a night light from the master bathroom, the bedside clock radio light, and natural light from the outside streaming thru the window.  On the parental bed just one parental unit\emdash Mom.  And Mom was naked and \ldblquote getting after it.\rdblquote   Chris\rquote  aching cock suddenly spurted to full life.  He couldn\rquote t see exact details but he saw his Mom\rquote s legs flailing, her knees up in the air, and she was in the midst of \ldblquote cumming.\rdblquote\par
\tab Having watched his sister masturbate (and cum) Chris was well aware of what was going on.  He had never-ever thought of his Mom in a sexual manner.  Never-ever.  He knew all girls masturbated and casually figured all women did\emdash like his teachers, movie stars, other assorted relatives.  But his Mom?\par
\tab Before he knew it\emdash he was jerking off.\par
\tab Was he jerking off for the sake of jerking off or jerking off for his Mom?  It was a feeling of oddness he wasn\rquote t used to or had experienced before; scoring high on his Weird Shit o\rquote Meter.  Strange to very strange thoughts invaded his mind; what would it be like to fuck his Mom?  Would she masturbate him, suck him off?  Putting his pud into Lydia was one thing, but his Mom?  It was too totally weird to think further on.  He had to go find his sister\'85\par
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\tab Pulling on her butt cheek she managed to give her horny Daddy access to her hole.  Daddy Daniel fully rubbed his hand all over her hip, up her side, then around to her naked pussy.  Lydia had managed to get her panties down just enough to expose her ass.  Her Daddy\rquote s hard throbbing cock was pressed hard against her ass while her fingers worked tentatively about her most Holy of Holy trying to work it up to a fever pitch.\par
\tab Joke\rquote s on him, Lydia\rquote s cunt was already worked up!\par
\tab Finger-finger-finger; Daniel\rquote s fingers fingered his daughter\rquote s cunt while his throbbing cock poked at her asshole.  The effort was there as well as the determination but the angle of the dangle made for an inaccurate penetration.  Lydia eventually tuned onto her back.  Daddy Daniel was speechless (for once.)  Lydia was, too.  They lay quietly still for a moment then Lydia began trying to slide her panties down some more\emdash Daddy Daniel took over that; Lydia smiled at him and when the panties were off she opened her legs and began fingering herself.  Horny Daddy took over that stint as well.\par
\tab  The finger got intense with Lydia wriggling and experiencing orgasmic bliss.  Daddy Daniel was experiencing his own thrill, being naked with his child, being naughty with his child, being horny with his child, being horny with his child\'85\par
\tab With the conveyance that Lydia, his child, was receptive, Daniel moved into optimum position whereas he was on top and his manhood resting against his child\rquote s cunt\emdash her receptive cunt.  Lydia was already perspiring, moaning, and in sexual want.  \par
\tab Daniel began to grind.\par
\tab Lydia\rquote s nipples stiffened.\par
\tab Sperm was already squirting from Daniel\rquote s dick and with no consideration whatsoever of the prospective consequences he began making dutiful entry into his daughter\rquote s cunt.  Lydia spread her legs all the wider to accept him; she arched her back, wriggled, twisted, and as the head of his manly manhood breached her cunny she began to flutter and cum herself.\par
\tab Making typical sexual noises of \ldblquote ohhs\rdblquote  and other assorted pleasing noises in response to his penetration to his daughter gave Daniel the insight that she was more than receptive.  His talented expert cock also told him that the girl was not a virgin.  Still, though, she was tight and pleasing (very) to his invading love tool.\par
\page\tab Lydia\rquote s hands ran up and down her Daddy\rquote s arms then to his shoulders as he came down on her as his cock fully made entry into her sex.  She was fifteen as previously stated but looked young (as previously stated.)  Daniel didn\rquote t know what the turn on was\emdash the fact that it was his daughter he was sinking his bone into; she was a pretty teenage girl; she was a pretty teenage girl who looked twelve???\par
\tab In her pussy his cock swelled and juts of cum repeatedly shot out of his cock filling the young teen\rquote s recess.  There was no controlling the flood, no stopping the fuck action\emdash not even if a hockey mask wearing seven foot giant with a bloody knife came busting into the room.  (but say, if Lydia\rquote s Mom, his wife, came in\'85)\par
\tab But no mass murderer or bitchy not-giving-it-up wife came in\emdash so Daniel proceeded to fuck the daylights out of his sweet giving-it-up for her Daddy Lydia and cum for all he was worth.\par
\tab Then they kissed (passionately) with Daniel squeezing her nipples and showing her the ways of complete sexual love.  Lydia was barely aware \lquote cause she was so wrapped up in the sinewy lust over all.  Her cunny tingled like never before.  So did her nipples.  Love-lust consumed her, overwhelming her and sending her on a sexual journey she had yet to experience.  And like a drug user, she knew that she wanted to have that experience over and over again.\par
\tab Daniel was the same way.\par
\tab With his cock out of her pussy there was some remorse over what he had just done.  His cum squirter continued to cum spilling a gob of spunk all over his child\rquote s belly.  His balls tingled.  Lydia\rquote s nipples were still stiff and the whole affair still enticed him.  The sexual aire compelled him to linger in the lust filled air a while longer; tweaked Lydia\rquote s nipples, kissing her, and grinding his amazingly still hardened cock against her sex.\par
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\ldblquote is that a toilet plunger in your ass\emdash or are you just happy to see me?\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab Getting caught masturbating by a parent was a given\emdash it was bound to happen with Mommies normally catching their sons and daughters \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it.\rdblquote   Daddies already knew their sons were whackin\rquote  off and that, too, was a given.  They knew similarly that their daughters self pleasured themselves but tried not to think about it.\par
\page\tab Chris had been caught in his room, naked at his desk with eyes glued to computer monitor screen all the while his hand busied itself with his rock hard cock.  The event was brief; it was Miranda\rquote s fault for not knocking.  It had been a while since she had seen her son naked, but she was his Mother, it was her house.  But Chris was growing up and he was modest, so was Lydia but it was alright for a Mommy to see her daughter whatever age she be naked.\par
\tab But Chris wasn\rquote t naked in his room jerking off to naked bitches on the computer screen; he was naked in the bathroom with what looked like a toilet plunger in his ass and panties about his johnson.  The boy was bent over some and ramming the plunger in his ass while his other hand rammed his cock.\par
\tab Miranda was in her nightgown (and nightgown only).  Her nipples stuck out and the nightlight from the bathroom gave way subtly to the fact that she was naked under the gown.  Chris stood bolt upright with fear consuming him.  Cum squirted from his cock.  He struggled to breathe.  His eyes went from his Mom\rquote s shocked face to his Mom\rquote s bodacious ta-tas and then down lower\'85\par
\tab Miranda backed up; pure shock at seeing her teenage son naked, with a hard-on, cumming off, panties, and a toilet plunger in his ass was a bit much to cope with (especially in her condition (horny)).\par
\tab Chris stood in shock, bewilderment and fear overwhelming him.  After his Mom fled (back to her room) the young teen stood (with HER panties about his johnny) contemplating the next move.  A minute, two minutes, three minutes elapsed before he began shuffling to the door\emdash having to remove the toilet plunger from his ass before exiting.\par
\tab At his Mom\rquote s room he found the door shut tight.  Chris paused placing his ear to the door hearing noises from within.  For a moment he wasn\rquote t sure\emdash then he was.  She was \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it\rdblquote  again.  With his young heart pounding near out of his chest he politely knocked\emdash one-two-three rasps and then twisted the knob and opened the door walking in partly.\par
\tab On the queen size bed there was his Mom, naked, cramming a life-like dildo (of some notable size) in and out of her pussy with ANOTHER one crammed into her asshole!\par
\tab She did!\par
\tab Chris stood with his cock squirting off all on its own for some minutes before Miranda became aware.  She thrashed and thrashed about madly striving to \ldblquote get off\rdblquote  but only reaching the lofty orgasmic goal without crossing over.  Suddenly aware that she wasn\rquote t alone she shot up,\par
\tab\ldblquote Chris!\rdblquote  she exploded in shock.\par
\page\tab Chris was too dumbfounded to speak and stood naked continuing to cum.  Miranda locked her eyes on his cum squirter; firstly dismayed that he was there, he was naked, and he was cumming on her carpet.  Then\emdash then regardless of the fact that he was her son\emdash he was a handsome fart with a nice cum shooting teenage cock.  Very nice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Get out of here!\rdblquote  bitched Miranda to her naked cum dripping son.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t think I can.\rdblquote  muttered back Chris.\par
\tab A brief pause from Miranda at her son\rquote s talk-back then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, then either come in and shut the door then before someone sees you, or--\rdblquote  she was confused and her syntax was a little misconstrued.  Chris understood anyways and came fully into the room shutting the door behind him.\par
\tab Another brief pause while Miranda\rquote s eyes whirled about trying not to lock in on her naked son\rquote s willy standing so erect before her.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God,\rdblquote  she finally blurted,\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, it-it\rquote s just been so long since I\rquote ve seen you (naked)--\rdblquote  she was unable to complete her sentence as she was too absorbed in her young teen\rquote s son\rquote s exposure.\par
\tab Chris took his turn looking over his naked Mom.  The room was still dark somewhat, only illuminated so-so by the bathroom nightlight and the natural light coming in thru the window.  It was enough, though.  \par
\tab Although his feet felt like they were mired in thick mud Chris managed to make his way across the room to his Mom\rquote s bed.  There he stood with his cock raging hard, stark naked, with the head of his naked hard cock glistening with his sperm.\par
\tab Miranda didn\rquote t even ask \ldblquote why did you have the toilet plunger in your ass\rdblquote  she reached out and stroked her son\rquote s schlong instead.  Miranda didn\rquote t even ask \ldblquote whose panties was those wrapped about your cock?\rdblquote  she cupped his barely hairy balls, closed her eyes, then spread her legs\'85\par
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\tab The den had a private three-quarter bath (sink, toilet, shower); Daddy Daniel was within taking a quick shower.  Lydia was left behind on the sofa in a bit of a funk.  The young girl was too mesmerized to know if her Daddy had said anything or not\emdash her pussy and titties tingled so and then the whole of her young body.\par
\page\tab Minutes after being left alone, though, the girl sat up and heard the shower going.  She had just had sex with her Daddy.  She had just had SEX with her Daddy!  It was amazing\emdash incredible\emdash Fucking-A fantastic!  She wanted to do it again.  And again\emdash and again.\par
\tab She wanted to suck him.  Lydia wanted to know what it felt like to have her Daddy\rquote s fuck stick in her mouth\emdash shooting off its goo.  Lydia wanted to feel her Daddy\rquote s prong ramming her asshole.  Lydia was a dirty girl.\par
\tab In the bathroom, Daniel contemplated what he had done\emdash briefly.  It felt too good to be wrong!  Of course, being a man, an adult, a Daddy, a husband, he was supposed to know better and not cave in to such atrocities.  He knew it, he knew better of it.  But,\par
\tab she started it!\par
\tab Lydia came into the bathroom (the door wasn\rquote t closed).  She was so pretty (especially naked and freshly fucked!)  Daniel looked her over, \par
\tab\ldblquote You alright?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia nodded with a smile; she suddenly got a case of embarrassment shielding her nakedness with the twisting of her long arms.  Her cunny still tingling (still leaked cum, too!)  Daniel stood with his erection still incredibly hard but all nice and clean.  On the sofa he would have been satisfied with a little fingering of her cunt and his cock against her ass and that would have sufficed!\par
\tab Lydia\rquote s eyes fell onto her Daddy\rquote s dong.  The more she stared the harder it got and the more her Daddy felt at oddly\emdash it was wrong for her to stare at his throbbing noodle but then again, he liked it and she liked it and it made him feel proud.\par
\tab An unknown force prompted him to grip the base of his dick and flop the cock.  It made Lydia giggle and gush and she came into the small bathroom further.  The more Daniel flogged his dog the more Lydia was entranced.  Soon the girl was \ldblquote on her knees\rdblquote  with her delicate fingers about the enormous erection.  She couldn\rquote t believe that minutes earlier it had been thrashing madly in her cunt!\par
\tab Sucking off on her brother\rquote s cock had been one thing\'85\par
\tab Daniel stood with mixed indifference.  He knew in his heart that he should stop his child from the pending act that she was about to lay on him.  But then again\'85\par
\tab\lquote you can beat your wife, you can even beat your fish and dog, but nothing\emdash nothing beats a blow job!\rquote\par
\page\tab Daniel\rquote s eyes fluttered uncontrollably as down onto his shaft did Lydia engulf.  It was the most incredible thing ever!  He swore that his cock was swelling inside her mouth.  How could she take it all!?  Somehow she was\emdash and the girl had amazing talent, too!  As her mouth was filled with manly dick she thrashed her pretty head side to side.  Daniel was sure that his prick was touching her tonsils\emdash she didn\rquote t make a face, gag, or even retch!  Her tongue went around and around the shaft and soon her hands were cupping his hairy balls.\par
\tab All Daniel could do was run his hands thru her soft hair and feel the juts of his love cream squirt into her cocksucking mouth.  All thoughts of what was going on being WRONG or IMMORAL were bashed\emdash inasmuch as Daniel bashed his cock against the inside of his daughter\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab Lydia did make a face and did gag as her Daddy\rquote s spunk squirted onto her tonsils and then down her throat\emdash but she didn\rquote t retch.  Almost instantly after the Daddy spunk supply had run its course then did the Daddy cock begin to lose it strength.  Sperm still exploded in small juts; it pulsed inside her mouth and was still amazingly full sized\emdash just not ball busting hard.\par
\tab With a big hearty sigh of relief, Daniel pulled out and rubbed his dong all over his child\rquote s sweet face.  The relief was incredible.  Sex was one thing, and he had had some good sex in his time; even with Miranda.  But the sex with Lydia\emdash WOW!  He guessed it was due to the fact that it was illegal, immoral, wrong, illicit, incestuous, etc.\par
\tab Sex with Lydia.  His cock had been in her pussy.  Not all the way, but it was pending.  After the blowjob (and what a blowjob!) the girl stood, hugged her Daddy, and they began to dance.  Daniel loved his child (and then some) and with Lydia standing on his feet they swayed about the smallish bathroom dancing naked.\par
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\tab Upstairs, Chris Matthew Millard was engaged in his own dance with his Mom.  Putting it to his Mom was the last thing he thought would ever happen.  His thoughts were unclear, they were disrupted by the act he was involved in\emdash and that was having sex with his Mom.\par
\tab How it happened exactly he didn\rquote t know; his Mom didn\rquote t know.  After handling her son\rquote s schlong, fondling his balls, admiring his nudity, she caressed his butt and pulled him to her.  Her cunny was on fire and it didn\rquote t matter that he was her son or even a boy.  She wanted him, desired him; she had to have him to settle the fire in her sex and that was all there was to it.\par
\page\tab Although Chris didn\rquote t have a superior long schlong, thick, and cunt filling, it was satisfying just the same.  The repetitive In and Out grinding motion against her clit and the simple fact that she was engaged sexually with her own son made the sex act all the more intense.  Somewhere along the way she came.\par
\tab Once, twice, thrice.\par
\tab The more Chris fucked the more Miranda found herself swirling in a wondrous sea of ecstasy.  It was phenomenal that Miranda couldn\rquote t hardly comprehend.  Sexual repression went hand in hand with the morality of submitting to the usually innate suppressed drive for sexual release.  Only the wall of morality preventing Miranda from crossing over the threshold and wallowing in the mired stickiness that was illicit sex.\par
\tab Well, it used to be.\par
\tab Once her young son brought her to the brink of sexual explosiveness there was no stopping.  Nothing mattered\emdash nothing else mattered but to experience orgasm even if it was with her son.\par
\tab Chris wasn\rquote t the greatest lover, he wasn\rquote t Daniel, Donny, Mitch, Brad, Brian.  But Chris held his own and found a unique way to grind against her cunt\rquote s super sensitive slit driving Miranda wild.  She clung to his body, caressing his backside hard; grabbing his ass and squeezing trying to drive her illicit lover further into her.\par
\tab A shared orgasmic fit cumulated after several minutes leaving the two lovers in a swath of sex sweat.  Chris lay on his Mother panting.  Miranda lay under her son heaving and in total bewilderment.  There was sincere fear trying to envelope her but there was a sudden calmness, too.  The release of her pent up orgasmic juices soothed her regardless of the circumstances.\par
\tab Patting her son\rquote s naked sweaty ass she prompted him to \ldblquote get off me.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris rose up, cum squirting out of his prick a little bit more.  He wanted to fuck some more\emdash and strangely, just her cunt.  The concept of getting a blowjob off of her or ramming her asshole didn\rquote t appeal to him (he saved that for his sisters\'85)\par
\tab\ldblquote Go shower.\rdblquote  Miranda told her son.  The remorse of her actions had begun to set in.  She had to deal with the aftermath of what they had done.  The submission was nothing in comparison to the consequences.  \par
\tab And Daniel.\par
\tab What if Daniel found out?\par
\tab And Lydia?  Already the teenager and her Mother were at odds with one another and if it were to be found out about the impropriety\'85\par
\page\tab But\emdash Miranda had to consider the fact that it was very possible to likely that Lydia and Chris were already fooling around.  It was a typical normal brotherly-sisterly thing to do and generally acceptable.  \par
 \tab Chris felt odd, foolish, embarrassed.  Slowly he backed out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.  His mind was muddled, mired in a swamp of feelings he did and didn\rquote t understand.\par
\tab But he had just bagged his Mom\emdash that was a plus!\par
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\tab The following morning and Chris was bustling around searching for an answer to his school project he had put off until the last moment.\par
\tab\ldblquote You gotta help me!\rdblquote  he pleaded to his sister who felt ambivalent abut his needs.  She suggested, though, \ldblquote try the den, all those books in there might help.\rdblquote   \par
\tab Chris found a few books to help him; he also found something else\'85\par
\tab When the Mommy went out the door and Daddy Daniel was playing with Nattie, Chris took sister Lydia by the elbow,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, what\rquote s up with this?\rdblquote  he said showing her her panties.\par
\tab Lydia lost all color in her face.\par
\tab\ldblquote I found them in the den bathroom.\rdblquote  dramatic pause, then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Didn\rquote t Dad spend the night in the den?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia was in fright.  How could she tell him?  What would be his reaction?  Would he even care?  He was such a horndog maybe it wouldn\rquote t matter?\par
\tab Before she could blurt out \ldblquote I had sex with Dad\rdblquote  the bus rolled up outside and honked its horn.  It didn\rquote t relieve the situation or Lydia \lquote cause brother Chris\rquote  curiosity was highly heightened.  \par
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\tab The day at school and work for the Millard family was a toughie;  all Chris could think of was the fact that he had boned his Mom.  He knew other boys like him (age group) were screwing their sisters but he didn\rquote t think any of them were humping their Moms!\par
\tab Lydia was in love\emdash with her Daddy!  Her cunny tingled all the day thinking of how wondrous their lovemaking had been.  He hadn\rquote t actually gotten all the way into her (cunny) but close counts.  She did suck him and he did hump on her, finger her out.  They had danced naked and then showered and slept naked the rest of the morning.  \par
\page\tab Miranda was in a funk and barely could function thru her day.  She had had willing sex with her willing son.  Of course he was willing, he was a boy, a teenage boy, and sex was about all that mattered with him.  But it was unfuckingbelievable that she had succumbed to her sexual want.  She didn\rquote t know what to do about it\emdash if anything.\par
\tab Daniel Millard was in a bit of a funk himself\emdash his feelings about the naughty night with his teenage daughter were more complex than Miranda\rquote s dilemma with herself.  Daniel yearned for more time with his daughter; and like Miranda, was casually aware of the fact that she was getting boned by her brother.  He was ok with that and more than \ldblquote ok\rdblquote ; he wanted to SEE her getting boned by her brother!\par
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\tab Life in the Millard home went on\emdash with some apprehension and difficulty.  Daniel Millard feared wife Miranda would find out but he wasn\rquote t so worried if son Chris found them out.  Miranda was deeply concerned about her illicit actions with her son and told him so.\par
\tab\ldblquote I want you to know,\rdblquote  she began her speech, \ldblquote what we did was wrong.\rdblquote  Then she went on trying to explain her \ldblquote need\rdblquote  although both knew that her \ldblquote need\rdblquote  could have very well been satisfied by hubby Daniel who was kicked to the den.\par
\tab Lydia was worried that her Mom would find out and not so much that Chris would\emdash although he already knew he just hadn\rquote t gotten to see his sister and their Dad doing it.\par
\tab Chris was confounded and wondered how Lydia would feel if she were in the know about him and their Mother.  He also feared getting caught molesting Nattie as his efforts to hump on her increased.  He knew that if his Mom caught him\emdash instant death.  If his Daddy caught him?  He wasn\rquote t sure, he was screwing Lydia so what would be the big deal if he was caught being naughty with Nattie?  For that matter, what beef would his Mom have if she caught him \lquote cause she had been naughty with him!?\par
\tab Of course, parents always saw things regardless of their involvement differently.  It wouldn\rquote t be the same.  The whole thing confounded young Chris\emdash it didn\rquote t stop him in his efforts (to molest Nattie) just confounded him.\par
\tab One night, some nights after that special \ldblquote initiation\rdblquote  night, Chris came out of Nattie\rquote s room carrying his pajamas.  He was naked and had a tremendous hard-on that was still dripping cum.  His desire was to prevail upon his other sister to finish off his need\emdash when he met his Daddy bumping into him.\par
\page\tab Daddy Daniel was no idiot; the hallway nightlight gave way to the fact that son Chris had been up to no good.  Chris was in fright with his heart pounding all the harder.\par
\tab\ldblquote Is she awake?\rdblquote  Daniel asked.\par
\tab Chris had to get a grip on himself, think about what was asked of him, then answered, \ldblquote No, she\rquote s-she\rquote s a sound sleeper.\rdblquote   It was then that son Chris noted that his Dad Daniel had a hard-on, too.  The boner was poking out of his own pajamas\emdash right out the opening in fact.  Chris\rquote  eyes focused right on the protruding erection and for a moment he was oblivious to everything else.\par
\tab Then it came to him.\par
\tab\lquote Holy shit!\rquote\par
\tab Looking up to his Dad he cocked his head.  A mass of confusion erupted into his mind and he struggled to sort it all out.  At length he re-opened the bedroom door\'85\par
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\tab Ok, a few times Chris had been naked in the presence of his Dad; he had been naked in the presence of other boys at the school gym AND had seen their coach naked, too (non-sexual).  But it was still odd.  And odder still to be naked with his naked Daddy!\par
\tab But the two were being naughty with Nattie and not each other.  But while Daddy Daniel humped on the still incredibly slumbering Nattie, Chris had a thought.  First, his asshole clenched up as he watched in utter awe his Dad\rquote s penis rock hard humping against naked Nattie\rquote s cunt.  Chris lay on the other side of Nattie and his cock was just as hard.  He had already spent some time humping on sleeping sibling and spilled (spewed) his seed.  So as he watched his Dad hump\emdash he wondered.\par
\tab Wondered what?\par
\tab What would it be like to be fucked in the ass by his Dad?\par
\tab Chris had those thoughts before sister Lydia rammed their Mom\rquote s strap-on up his ass; he had those thoughts before he started cramming the toilet plunger up his ass.  It was curiosity.  That same curiosity mystified him in the school gym, too; he resoundly confirmed to himself that he was NOT gay; he was NOT homosexual\emdash but; he had the tendencies and inclination to be curious.\par
\tab He had, though, no close enough male friends whom he thought were on the same wave length.  One friend, though, he was considering\'85\par
\tab Meanwhile,\par
\page\tab Cum spurtz spurted splendiferously from Daniel\rquote s cock soiling Nattie Marie\rquote s entire smooth & hairless cunt area.  The relief was fantastic and Daniel continued humping, grinding his cock right into the little girl\rquote s slit until all his life giving goo was expelled.\par
\tab Chris\rquote  fascination increased ten-fold and on dual tracks; one, the amount of cum that came out of his Dad\rquote s dick and the rising curiosity about what it would be like to be fucked in the ass by that cummy dick.\par
\tab What about sucking it?  Was he curious about that, too?\par
\tab Kinda.\par
\tab He wanted to try sucking on a friend\rquote s dick first\emdash just to see if he liked it or not.  But that was a friend\rquote s dick, he was sure that his Dad\rquote s dick would taste different.  Sucking his Dad would be totally different in itself, too.\par
\tab Chris couldn\rquote t believe what he was contemplating\emdash sex with his DAD!  It was a wow factor exceeding the scale of his Weird Shit o\rquote meter.  Not only was he considering getting fucked in the ass by his Dad but sucking him off, too!\par
\tab Definitely ten-plus on the Weird Shit o\rquote meter.  Definitely.\par
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mischief on an average afternoon\par
\tab Gia Harbanger was Lydia\rquote s best friend.  Both had parents in divorce but Gia\rquote s Daddy actually moved out (with secretary) and was no longer in the picture.  Her Mom worked as a waitress and worked long hours, too.  That left Gia time to get herself into mischief.\par
\tab Lydia was usually a part of that mischief.\par
\tab One incidence was getting caught being frisky (with a boy) at school by the Vice Principal.  A simple scolding wouldn\rquote t do and fear of their parental units being called in would do, either.  The alternative, other than suspension and a week\rquote s detention was,\par
\tab Bend over.\par
\tab Bend over across Mr. Grabballz\rquote s lap.\par
\tab Lydia held her breath while Gia got her swatting.  It seemed as though, too, Mr. Grabballz enjoyed it.  Of course he did!  Gia\rquote s ass twitched and clenched as she was smacked; and Lydia realized later than the man \ldblquote copped a feel\rdblquote  of her twitching/clenching ass.  Of course he did!\par
\tab Lydia got her turn; five HARD smacks to her jean clad ass.\par
\tab The boys got the scolding and a week\rquote s detention.\par
\page\tab The next mischief incident was a little more severe.  It involved the Spring Valley Mall, shoplifting, and a security chief with a private office.  Oh!\par
\tab Gia was a rambunctious girl, a city girl, a street wise girl.  Coming from a broken family and with her Mom working long hours, Gia Shay Harbanger was on her own.  She got away with a lot of stuff but ventured into those dark areas mostly out of curiosity.  Smoking pot was one, heisting a beer from the local neighborhood liquor store was another.  The \ldblquote heisting\rdblquote  went from lifting 40oz bottles of beer to stuffing CDs down her pants at the local Mall.\par
\tab Often times she got away with it.\par
\tab Not always.\par
\tab One time, this particular incidence, she was in the company of best friend Lydia whom she had drawn into her sordid world of free spiritness.  Lydia was along for the ride and not away of Gia\rquote s dark side of pilfering.  After perusing the music aisle and not having any money to make a purchase proper the girls left the store to ogle more boys (their favorite pastime while at the Spring Valley Mall and make their way to the Snack Shack before going home, Gia shoved a CD of a popular performer they both liked,  \par
\tab\ldblquote Here,\rdblquote  Gia said hurriedly, \ldblquote hold this.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia was caught off guard and took the CD.  They were just outside the store main door.  Other people were coming and going at the same time but security was well aware of who was the shoplifter.\par
\tab Two tall men in Suits blocked Gia\rquote s escape while a third took Lydia by the elbow.  \ldblquote Busted.\rdblquote  spoke one of the Suits.  Lydia suddenly knew what had happened.  She couldn\rquote t believe it and stared at her friend conveying \lquote how could you do this!?\rquote\par
\tab The girls were escorted thru the store to the rear situated offices; one of which was marked PRIVATE  SECURTY CHIEF.  A tap to the door, a buzzer sounded off, and the girls were led inside with their \ldblquote booty\rdblquote  placed on the desk.  Behind the desk sat another tall man; stern cold face, Suited, and all serious as all get out.  A nod to his lackies and they departed closing the door behind them.\par
\tab\ldblquote Park it.\rdblquote  The chief of security told them.  Lydia and Gia flopped into two chairs before the desk while the Chief checked over the ill-gotten merchandise.  Lydia flopped into her chair with a little more pissed offedness than good friend Gia.  She folded her arms and stared at the man behind the desk and not looking at all to her friend.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not good.\rdblquote  The man said shaking his head noting the price of the item copped.  \ldblquote It\rquote ll be two hundred dollars.\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls looked to one another, \ldblquote huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The fine for stealing and the cost of the product.\rdblquote  The man answered smiling.  The girls looked to one another in awe-horror.\par
\tab\ldblquote We don\rquote t have two hundred dollars.\rdblquote  spoke Lydia.\par
\tab\ldblquote Or else we woulda bought the CD.\rdblquote  Gia piped in.\par
\tab The Chief, Bo Vance, nodded, furled his lips and looked over the popular CD the girls of the day were wild about.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, then, you\rquote re in a wee bit o\rquote  trouble then, aren\rquote t ye?\rdblquote  he said with an Irish accent tone.\par
\tab Neither girl spoke but sat pensively on the edge of the gray-steel framed chairs\emdash waiting.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, ladies,\rdblquote  the Chief said putting down the CD and interlocking his fingers, \ldblquote we have some choices.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I like choices.\rdblquote  perked up Gia.  She knew she was in trouble\emdash but it wasn\rquote t her first time.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good!\rdblquote  chimed Chief Vance, \ldblquote Then you\rquote ll love these!\rdblquote   he didn\rquote t look like a bad sort, kind of cheerful almost\emdash cast in the shadow of a stone face.\par
\tab\ldblquote One,\rdblquote  he continued, \ldblquote we can call your parents to come get you.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, shit.\rdblquote  Bitched Lydia aloud.  She didn\rquote t like that choice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Two, we can wait for the police to come and take you both downtown.\rdblquote\par
\tab That didn\rquote t sit well with either girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Beings as this is Friday, you\rquote ll have to wait for the magistrate (judge) to see you on Monday.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lydia rolled her eyes in thought, \ldblquote so we would have stay there all weekend?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, downtown juvenile detention.\rdblquote\par
\tab This was getting serious.\par
\tab\ldblquote Is there another choice?\rdblquote  Gia asked hopefully.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why yes, yes there is.\rdblquote  He smiled.  He was up to something.  All men (in power) are.\par
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\tab It had only been a couple of days since last she had been swatted (and her ass still stung, too).  Across Chief of Security Bo Vance\rquote s lap lay Gia WITH her pants down!  Lydia rubbed her own ass anticipating the swatting she would soon receive.  It was insane.  Being spanked by a stranger, regardless of the circumstances surrounding.  But of course, the other options weren\rquote t so good but Lydia still felt that the Spanking Option was wrong.\par
\page\tab Gia wriggled as she was spanked; and like their Vice Principal, after each swat the man copped a feel of the swatted ass.  Gia wore pinkish panties with lace; the Security Chief seemed to admire them and stared at the girl a long while when she pushed her jeans down before laying down across his lap.\par
\tab\lquote the man\rquote s a perv.\rquote  Lydia decided firmly.  No shit.  The real horror of how much trouble they were in befell the young teen; no one knew where they were; they were in a closed private office.  Not good safety wise.\par
\tab Then, before Lydia\rquote s bewildered eyes, Gia herself inched her pinkish panties down; down enough to expose her blistered ass.  Lydia was in shock.  The shock so overwhelmed that she missed a conversation.  She saw the man\rquote s mouth moving and Gia\rquote s head moving in a nod-like confirmation.  Gia didn\rquote t seem upset and wasn\rquote t fighting.\par
\tab Lydia was confused.  Her eyes steadied on the man\rquote s spanking of Gia\rquote s ass; one smack, two smacks, three smacks, FOUR!  Not in rapid succession (and no pausing in between smacks, either.)  After, though, the final smack to wit Gia\rquote s ass was very-very red, the man smoothed his hand all over the searing bum.  Gia\rquote s legs were flailing, her feet \ldblquote dancing\rdblquote  and ye her whole body twitched vigorously as the tingling in her ass was sensational.\par
\tab Chief of Security Bo Vance caressed Gia\rquote s ass AND pushed down her panties and pants so as she would be able to open her legs a little more.  Lydia could only stand, unable to breathe, unable to conjugate a thought.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Take your pants down.\rdblquote\par
\tab The words she knew.  They came twice, the full sentence with the second time being a little more forceful compelling her to undo her jeans and push them down.  \par
\tab Once her pants (and panties) were down she stood in utter awe and confusion.  Her bewilderment continued to consume her as she realized \ldblquote where\rquote s Gia?\rdblquote\par
\tab Her concern for her friend was washed away as \ldblquote the next thing she knew\rdblquote  she herself was laying down across the man\rquote s lap.  There was a pause before her tender ass was smacked\emdash the pause was for the man to smooth his hand all over her naked ass.\par
\tab When the feelings of horror began to rise in Lydia they were suddenly unexplainably obliterated to be replaced by a calmness.  She smelled wildflowers, herbs, and horse shit.  She was in Primrose Meadows, mid summer, and wild horses were about.\par
\page\tab For Lydia, Primrose Meadows was one place she could go that was serene.  All her cares, worries, and rigors of being a teenager in a broken home were washed away with the buzzing of bees, the summer breezes, and the heavily scented air of flowers.\par
\tab The next thing she knew\'85\par
\tab The pain to her ass, bare ass, wiped out her serenity meadows.  Chief of Security Bo Vance landed smack after smack to her ass, copping a feel in between smacks.  Try, try, try as she might\emdash Lydia couldn\rquote t return to her meadow of pleasantness.  There was a calmness, though; it was hard to explain\emdash she felt like she was in a darkened room and there was an echoing voice speaking to her.\par
\tab\lquote relax.\rquote  was the word she heard echoing mostly in her head; followed by:\par
\tab\lquote are you a virgin?\rquote\par
\tab Lydia couldn\rquote t believe the invasive intrusive question or the fact that she answered \ldblquote No.\rdblquote   or did she?  The truth was right there, the image of her brother was foremost but also her Daddy.  The images of her brother was prominent; catching him jacking himself off in the bathroom, fucking himself in the ass with the toilet plunger; and out and out sexual romps with Chris on a regular basis.\par
\tab Then there was nothing.\par
\tab The next thing she knew was a strange but familiar odor wafting into her nostril summarily \ldblquote waking\rdblquote  her up.  She blinked her eyes and looked around to equally strange but familiar surroundings.  Music was playing, there were rock posters on the plaster white walls, and friend Gia was handing her a joint.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote  Lydia blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wuz a matter, Lid,\rdblquote  chortled her stoned friend, \ldblquote too much for ya?\rdblquote  she giggled and took the offering back and toked herself.\par
\tab Lydia, confused, asked, \ldblquote Weren\rquote t we just at the Mall?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We were.\rdblquote  stated firmly Gia who took a long hit from the joint before once passing it to her friend.\par
\tab\ldblquote Didn\rquote t we go into Music Sound?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck if I know.\rdblquote  Gia said letting out some smoke; her eyes were glazed over; she bobbed her head to the thrashing thrasher music and was oblivious to the pounding on the wall from the next door neighbor.\par
\tab Lydia got up and turned down the tunes; she wasn\rquote t stoned but she wavered just the same.  Gia didn\rquote t know if they had gone into the music store, Lydia sort of thought they did.  Her confusion reigned supreme; then she felt of her ass.\par
\tab In the bathroom she lowered her pants and panties to check the condition of her butt; it was red\emdash bright-bright red and stung some, too.  Her confusion, though, disrupted her thoughts and nothing was solid.  \par
\tab\ldblquote We shoulda asked those boys to come back with us.\rdblquote  Gia said as she still bounced around.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What boys?\rdblquote  Lydia asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn, you really cant take this stuff, can you?\rdblquote   \par
\tab Lydia\rquote s confusion continued to reign.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Didn\rquote t we get spanked?\rdblquote  Lydia blurted out.  She stood in the bathroom holding her undone pants up mired in a sea of tumbling perplexity.\par
\tab\ldblquote Say what?\rdblquote  Gia piped.  She was a cool girl; super curly long blond hair; nice body all around; street wise; and an \ldblquote average\rdblquote  student at school.  She mostly liked to talk and be active in various ventures like school radio and choir singing.\par
\tab Once more Gia passed her friend the joint.  Lydia wasn\rquote t so pressed about passing it up the second time and took a hit.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna spank my butt?\rdblquote  Gia said being silly and in a silly manner she tugged down her pants (and panties.)\par
\tab The flesh was tomato red.\par
\tab Gia didn\rquote t recall being spanked OR going into the music store (or copping a CD).  She was too buzzed to care about how her ass became so bright red, either.  Lydia was too confused to figure it out.  She took another hit and Gia stripped off her clothes\'85\par
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\tab Gia lay out on her twin size bed, naked, working feverishly her fingers to her fevered cunt.  Lydia stood at the foot of the bed staring at her friend\rquote s nakedness with even more confusion mounting within her.\par
\tab\ldblquote I wish I had one of those boys!\rdblquote  Gia said fingering her cunt all the harder.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You can always use something else.\rdblquote  Lydia said slowly.  Strange, but not unique, feelings swelled up in her.  Her mind blurred and began to swirl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Like what?\rdblquote  Gia asked.\par
\tab Lydia paused then shrugged still holding her pants up, \ldblquote I dunno, like a candle?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Really?\rdblquote  Gia said brightening up with clarity.  She sat up and was all curious.\par
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\tab In the living room and in the kitchen appropriate candles were found.  Some candles were put in the freezer, the others were tried out right then and there\'85\par
\page\tab It was like being in a blur; Lydia willingly stripped off her clothing and pushed a green candlestick from the breakfast table into her pussy.  Angling herself forward a bit, friend Gia inserted another into Lydia\rquote s crapper.  Lydia then did insert candles into Gia\rquote s orifices and the two began walking around working the makeshift cocks in and out of themselves.\par
\tab The blur for Lydia continued with Gia at length laying out on her bed, naked with two candlesticks (one frozen) jammed into her body.  After Gia flopped about working the phallics in her driving her to a near frenzy, Lydia was drawn in and helped out\emdash candlesticks still in her orifices, too.\par
\tab Then, from \ldblquote helping out\rdblquote  to licking out.\par
\tab It was phenomenal and beyond belief\emdash but neither girl found it displeasing, especially Gia (and especially Lydia!)  The girls enjoyed one another on an entirely new level\emdash SEX!  Working the unusual dildos in and out one another was one thing; working their fingers and tongues in and out of each other was something else!  \par
\tab There was passion involved, but on an entirely esoteric level.  The girls grinded their young bodies together, pounding their pussies to one another, discovering the \ldblquote Scissor\rdblquote  lesbian action then just out and out shared cunnilingus.\par
\tab They also spanked one another while 69ing.\par
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love on a hot afternoon couch\par
\tab Girl on girl, girls spanking one another, girls pissing on one another, girls standing up to pee, girls in a circle jerk dance getting creamed on, girls getting multiple dick in multiple orifices\emdash it gave great cause for anyone watching to \ldblquote whip it out\rdblquote  and jerk off.\par
\tab So Chris and his best friend, Zach, did just that.  It was a boy thing and something to do on a lazy hot afternoon when no parental units were around and porn was on the television.\par
\tab\ldblquote Man,\rdblquote  said Zach, \ldblquote you\rquote re so fucking lucky to have sisters!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris shrugged, \ldblquote It aint always so good.\rdblquote  He wasn\rquote t about to give way to the fact that he was screwing with them.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, but still, panties and everything.\rdblquote  pause \ldblquote You get to see them naked and in their panties.\rdblquote  \par
\tab Chris again shrugged and continued to hammer his meat while watching naked bitches on the television.\par
\tab But it wasn\rquote t all naked bitches on the television\emdash there, too, were dudes.  Dudes with BIG dicks, hairless balls, and bigger dicks.\par
\page\tab Sex was the thing, though; the Dudes with big hairless dicks crammed/rammed themselves into the naked bitches; pussy, mouth, asshole, all three and with multiple dicks.  It gave great cause for the two horndog teens to wank off and wank off hard.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  yelped Chris\rquote  friend.  Eagerly with enthused enthusiasm he squeezed his favorite organ; he humped the average teenage prick with much vigor and vim, cupping and squeezing his balls and catching the eye of his stalwart friend beside him.\par
\tab Slowly, Chris inched his pants down; his undies, too.  His own average cock was nothing to laugh at\emdash\lquote specially when it was striking hard.  Chris didn\rquote t hammer it so like Zach was doing; his technique was a slow process, squeezing the base and massaging his nuggets.\par
\tab At length before he exploded Chris scurried from the sofa and made for the bathroom.  With his pants down he shoved the toilet plunger into his arse and began a hearty cock pounding.  \par
\tab Luckily he heard footsteps just in time and pulled the plunger out of his ass.  Zach came to the open bathroom with an equally rock hard-enough to-break-bricks-cock.  The two naked boys stood staring at one another myriads of thoughts racing thru their young minds.\par
\tab Then, to Chris\rquote  surprise, Zach came in close and \ldblquote went to his knees.\rdblquote\par
\tab Afterwards, when at home in his own bed, Chris went over the events that went on in Zach\rquote s bathroom.  The more he concentrated\emdash the more he was sure there was a voice.  A voice.  It wasn\rquote t friend Zach.  No one else was home\emdash or supposedly.\par
\tab A voice.\par
\tab A voice.\par
\tab What was said?\par
\tab A voice said \ldblquote suck him.\rdblquote\par
\tab Try-try-try as he might, Chris couldn\rquote t see anyone else; there was no one else in the bathroom or the house.  So he thought.  But clearly there was a voice, someone said \ldblquote suck him.\rdblquote   And Zachary Shumings went to his knees, admired Chris\rquote  throbbing dong, gripped it, squeezed it like he knew how, then put his lips to it and went down on the shaft.\par
\tab It was almost like getting sucked off by his sister.  Almost.  The same feeling was there but beings that it was Zach and not Lydia, it was different.  It was still enjoyable nevertheless.  Chris got into it and began pumping his friend\rquote s mouth; one hand braced against the wall while the other grabbed a holt of his friend\rquote s hair and \ldblquote got after it.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab The point of orgasmic bliss was just about there\emdash Chris made it to the threshold but couldn\rquote t cross over.  He pulled out and like he did to his sisters he humped Zach\rquote s face.  Zach, in turn, sucked on Chris\rquote  ball sac and finally received a copious amount of jiz (most of which was squirted into his hair.)\par
\tab When Chris had sufficiently recovered\emdash it was his turn, or Zach\rquote s turn depending upon how you look at it.  Chris didn\rquote t feel compelled to go down on his friend\emdash only obligated.  Zach stood by the toilet with a serious raging hard-on that was already spurting.  Chris stared at the cock which was his first time seriously being up close and personal with such.\par
\tab There was a slight odor, not unpleasant, but it was there.  The whole ordeal was odd; a feeling of indifference came over him and he was at odds with himself to wrangle one way or another\emdash gay or not gay?  What he knew about being \ldblquote gay\rdblquote  was dude liked boys and not girls; dudes fucked each other in the ass and mouth and didn\rquote t fuck girls in the ass or mouth.  Other than that his knowledge of \ldblquote gaydom\rdblquote  was nil.\par
\tab Zach was his best friend.  He was never thought of being more.  How many times, though, had his curiosity bothered him in the shower, the locker room?  Not all the boys in those places was he interested in, just a few.  There was a strong curiosity about \ldblquote what would a dick in my ass feel like?\rdblquote  along with \ldblquote what would MY dick in some dude\rquote s ass feel like?\rdblquote  and, \ldblquote what would my dick in some dude\rquote s mouth feel like?\rdblquote  with \ldblquote what would a dick in MY mouth feel like?\rdblquote\par
\tab Eating out his sister was neat, and her sucking his dick off was damn neat.  Ramming the toilet plunger into his asshole was kinda neat but how would it compare to a guy\rquote s dong doing the same thing?\par
\tab\ldblquote just suck it.\rdblquote  said a voice.  Chris complied; he sort of wanted to\emdash just to try it out and see what what and submitting to some compulsory obligation also had an impact.\par
\tab Sucking cock was not unlike licking Lydia or Nattie\rquote s pussy.  It was just the concept of the fact that it wasn\rquote t pussy\emdash it was dick.  He did retch but didn\rquote t gag.  The cock was warm in his mouth, slick, and not unlike string cheese.  Then some strange overpowering presence overcame Chris and he found himself jacking himself off as she sucked Zach\rquote s cock.  He wanted it.  He WANTED to suck Zach off (and he did!)\par
\tab That was followed by anal play.\par
\tab Chris went first\emdash plunging his fuck stick into Zach\rquote s willing pooper.\par
\tab In comparison to plunging his fuck stick into Lydia\rquote s asshole, plunging his fuck stick into Zach\rquote s asshole wasn\rquote t so different.  So what if their were some balls dangling an inches away?  Chris found the plunging a little tight suggesting that Zach was a \ldblquote virgin.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Being a tight virgin meant the need for lubrication despite the amazing strength of a fuck hard cock.  In the medicine cabinet was sufficient lubrication means\emdash mainly petroleum jelly.  Lubing up his shaft and Zach\rquote s asshole, de-virginizing the best friend was a done deal.\par
\tab Though in concept a \ldblquote hole was a hole\rdblquote  it was a boy hole Chris was invading and not a girl hole like Lydia.  But it was not so different in actuality and once the rim had been breached\emdash and the head was in with the shaft inching in the confusing doubt of dude plunging evaporated to be replaced by good ole fashioned sodomy.\par
\tab It no longer mattered if it was Zachary or Lydia\emdash the sensation of \ldblquote getting off\rdblquote  overtook the anatomy description.  \ldblquote a hole is a hole is a hole.\rdblquote   Chris pounded his friend\rquote s hole\emdash pounded his friend\rquote s hole\emdash pounded his friend\rquote s hole for up to and including five minutes.  Then the incredible release of a pent up storm unleashed inciting more pounding in a rigorous fashion.  Zach clung to the toilet while his naked friend reamed his hole until it was over.\par
\tab When it was over, Chris pulled his prong out\emdash it ached more than ever now and still squirted sperm.  The spew was splashed all over Zach\rquote s ass and like with when after he fucked his sister\rquote s asshole, Chris was fascinated with watching his spunk ooze out of the hole that slowly snapped shut.\par
\tab Lust consumed the boys; Zach heard any \ldblquote voices\rdblquote  he didn\rquote t say.  There were voices, or one voice speaking multiple times.  Most of what the Voice said was unknown to Chris, the spoken words were washed away in the surf-like noise of Chris\rquote  passion.  Chris and Zach fell into a mire of arms and legs, grinding and rubbing their naked sweaty bodies together wallowing on the bathroom floor.\par
\tab Chris got his asshole pounded, too.\par
\tab Thereafter the two showered whereupon Chris once more thrashed his friend\rquote s poop chute and Zach did likewise to him.  After the shower the two dried one another off and a new feeling enveloped them\emdash or at least Chris.\par
\tab Passion.\par
\tab Sincere overwhelming want consumed both boys and they languished in a sea of tumultuous turmoil thrashing their young viral bodies together, sucking and fucking one another into a frenzy requiring not one but two more showerings.\par
\tab The feeling of sucking dick was a strange feeling to say the least; the feeling of butt fucking his best friend was equally strange.  Taking dick in the ass\emdash that was the topper.  It sure as hell beat sodomizing himself with the toilet plunger!\par
\page\tab While he lay in bed, naked, jerking off with his Mom\rquote s panties about his shaft, he thought over the day\rquote s events in Zach\rquote s bathroom.  Was the Voice perhaps his?  His Inner Voice?\par
\tab Loving IN and ON Zach was a mind boggling experience to be sure.  He couldn\rquote t believe it\emdash but he loved it!  But did that love include \ldblquote LOVE?\rdblquote   He didn\rquote t think so\emdash he wasn\rquote t IN love with Zach Shumings, just wanted to love ON him (and in.)\par
\tab The bedroom door opened slowly and a voice inquired,\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you asleep?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris needed a moment to react to his Mom\rquote s inquiry, \ldblquote No.\rdblquote\par
\tab Miranda stood at the askew door\emdash hesitating.\par
\tab\ldblquote You can come in, Mom.\rdblquote  Chris said\emdash and half a minute later she did.\par
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\tab The bed squeaked as Miranda slid herself up and down her son\rquote s schlong.  The powerful teenage cock filled her cock hungry cunt and only after a minute she felt the flood of her juices releasing coating her son\rquote s cock and balls.    But the need and urgency and desire was still great and she continued to ride him.\par
\tab Chris drove his powerful teenage prick up into his Mom\rquote s cunt, gripping her hips and striving to get his nut.  Of course, already having had multiple orgasms that day interrupted the sperm factor and producing any more was difficult.  The sensation that went along with the gooey release was also as difficult.  But it was still fun!\par
\tab The thoughts of Zach filled him\emdash and always would.  Resoundly, confirmedly\emdash Chris affirmed that he was NOT gay.  What happened in the bathroom with Zach was just sex.  Pleasure.  There was no love involved.  Well, not much.  It was passion.  Passion.  Passion pure and simple\emdash nothing more.\par
\tab With his Mom, however\emdash it was passion AND love.\par
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\tab Passion\emdash love\emdash sex\par
\tab Chris was too young to fully grasp the concept of what exactly \ldblquote love\rdblquote  was.  He LOVED to play video games, to play football and baseball, to go fishing, hiking, and jerking off.  He loved fucking his sister and humping on the other one.  He loved watching sports, girls tumbling in gym class in their suggestable clothing attire, and girls in their swim suits prancing around willy-nilly unawares of how much they were revealing.\par
\page\tab Those things he was passionate about.\par
\tab No, wait, those things he loved.\par
\tab What was the difference\emdash passion, love?\par
\tab Did it matter?\par
\tab Passion was, by definition, \ldblquote strong, intense emotion.\rdblquote   A strong liking and/or enthusiasm for a subject or activity.  \par
\tab Love was to feel tender affection for somebody such as a close relative or friend, or for something such as a place, an ideal, or an animal.  Also, to feel romantic and sexual desire and longing for somebody.\par
\tab Passion.  Love.  Tough call.\par
\tab Chris felt a world of confusion with trying to determine what exactly he felt as he engaged in sexual deviancy with his Mom.  Sinking his boner into his sister Lydia was one thing and humping on sister Nattie was one thing; but ramming his rod into his Mom\rquote s cunt\emdash that was something else entirely!\par
\tab It was sex\emdash but there was more to it than that.  It was more than love and more than passion\emdash so he thought and was led to believe by his own ascertation.  He enjoyed slamming his rod into his Mom\rquote s cunt\emdash no doubt there.  He was bugged by the definition, though\emdash did engaging in such an act make it immoral?\par
\tab He was sure of that, too.\par
\tab His confusion reigned\emdash what was normal?  With the advent of the EMAD things loosely rampant on the world\rquote s civilized societies the hidden sexual deviancy families had long since kept quiet about had become the new norm.  Before, incest was a taboo generally kept secretive (except in some certain southern US states\'85)\par
\tab With the measure of electronic mind altering devices plaguing the nations incest had become the new norm and accepted.  Incest was not the new mandate and still was condoned by the general public.  But it was no longer \ldblquote against the Law.\rdblquote   A fine line, though, of \ldblquote willing\rdblquote  and not so was still among society and therefore prosecutable if family members were not so inclined to follow the mainstream norm.\par
\tab But what did that say among the willing?\par
\tab For the young members of society they knew no better.  The older folk, the older generation had grown up in a world where sexual deviancy among family members was intolerable regardless so they suffered with their conscious on the matter of engaging sexually with their children.  Chris had no compunction about humping in his Mom\rquote s cunt; his Mom, however, had reservations.  Sex among family members was still a difficult challenge for Miranda.\par
\page\tab General society accepted generally the inappropriateness of sexual deviancy; it was tolerated but only to a certain level.  Rape, against will, by electronic means, subterfuge, etc. was still prosecutable.  Only willing members could escape frowns by society.  But it was still a fine line and for some members of society it was not so acceptable or tolerable.  Most of those frowners were members of High Society, those in power, those commanding large entities, commanders of society, those commanding respect by their peers and those on the corporate ladders.\par
\tab Miranda was one of those on the corporate ladder and had to deal with \ldblquote what if someone found out\rdblquote  that she was having willing sex with her more than willing teenage son?\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t care if anyone found out that he was screwing his sister but he had some reservations about letting anyone know he was boning his Mom.  How odd.\par
\tab He knew sex with his sister(s) was good\emdash real good.  And sex with his best friend was good\emdash doubly good.  Schlepping his salami into his Mom, though\emdash that was a wow factor off the scale.  With his hands on her ass, his cock in her pussy, his eyes glued to her bouncing titties as she rode him on his bed, Chris got a conceptual idea of what love was.  Maybe.  He was relatively sure\emdash relatively speaking.  The Love, though, was mingled with Lust and Passion.  Maybe that was what is was supposed to be?  Getting off wasn\rquote t the optimum goal\emdash just the \ldblquote doing\rdblquote  was the thing.\par
\tab And once the \ldblquote doing\rdblquote  had been completed he lay in a wonder of lust with his Mom laying beside him caressing his chest.  His cock was sore, aching, pulsing, and still squirting some cum.  Then his Mom put her head on his chest and began tugging on his cum squirter.  Chris\rquote  mind filled with whimsy; he wanted to fuck Lydia\rquote s brains out, then go to Nattie and sink himself into her, then go to Zach and bone his butt\emdash\par
\tab Then a strange new thought invaded his mind\emdash Dad.\par
\tab So entranced was he by the image of his Dad (naked) that he was unaware of getting sucked on (by his Mom.)  He was also unaware that someone was spying on him/them\'85\par
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\tab 2:37AM  Chris lay wide awake\emdash tired, achy, but wide awake.  The hum of the air conditioner usually helped put him to sleep but not this time.  Then, of course, once awake for any amount of time\emdash nature calls and you gotta go.\par
\page\tab Disgruntled, naked, and the pressing need to pee increasing Chris sloughed his way to the bathroom.  His mind was wracked with images; humping Zachary\rquote s asshole took precedent.  To describe the feeling of butt hole humping he couldn\rquote t.  He never thought of it before\emdash when stuffing Lydia\rquote s corn chute it was just another hole to hump and get off in.  It was guess \lquote cause Lydia was his sister (and a girl) the sensation of plunging into her backdoor increased the severe good feeling of getting off.\par
\tab But what did that say about how he felt doing the same to Zach?\par
\tab And sucking Zach\rquote s dick?  And sucking Zach\rquote s ball sac?  And wallowing on the floor naked with Zach?  And taking a shower, peeing on Zach (and Zach peeing on him), butt hole licking, spanking, and kissing?\par
\tab Gay.\par
\tab Gay.\par
\tab Gay.\par
\tab Oh so gay.\par
\tab Or was it more simpler to denounce gaydom for sex?\par
\tab Love.  Lust.  Passion.  His mind was in a blur\emdash and his bladder, finally, was empty.  After the customary \ldblquote shake\rdblquote , a fart, he flushed, washed his hands then out in the hallway on his way to his room his stomach said \ldblquote FEED ME!\rdblquote\par
\tab Always obey the Almighty Tapeworm\'85\par
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\tab Chris didn\rquote t make it to the kitchen, his tapeworm would just have to wait.  Curiosity overwhelmed the hunger pang directing young Chris to the den.  The door to the den was askew and familiar \ldblquote noises\rdblquote  were coming, er, cumming, from within.\par
\tab Inside, there was Lydia, naked, sucking on their Daddy\rquote s dick.\par
\tab Chris had an idea.  He watched, masturbated, and lusted.  The desire to join in consumed him (but didn\rquote t overwhelm him.)  He could see his sister\rquote s naked ass wriggling as she was on her knees on the floor; there were slurping sounds\emdash pleasing slurping sounds as she bobbed her head up and down on their Daddy\rquote s dong.  Daddy Daniel lay in a swathy sea of extreme pleasure (getting a blowjob from your own daughter will do that to you).  He moaned, groaned, and filled his daughter\rquote s mouth fully.  And at length she came up onto his lap sliding her fuckable cunt down onto his very rigid schlong.\par
\tab The light was just right, a nite light and natural light, for Chris to see his Dad\rquote s cock sliding up into Lydia\rquote s cunt with his mighty Daddy hands clamped tenaciously to her lovely-lovely oh-so lovely ass.  Chris mind began to escalate into a new realm of lust\'85\par
\page\tab Lydia bounced-bounced-bounced on her Daddy\rquote s lap taking fully into her sex his sex.  She was totally nude and made haughting noises as she was fucked.  It was more than Chris could take and he backed off.  He had a decision\emdash to bust them and then possibly join in or go fuck someone else.\par
\tab For some reason\emdash he tredged back up the stairs and for some other reason did not go into his Mom\rquote s room but to little sister Nattie\rquote s room.  His desperation was great\emdash a new found lust drove him and straight to Nattie he went.  After checking to ensure that she was asleep Chris slid the girl\rquote s panties down.  His cock was bursting; already spewing!\par
\tab Nattie slept soundly, Chris lowered her blue kiddie panties down to her ankles\emdash then off.  Slowly he opened her legs and eyed her delicate bald poon.  A yearning there was\emdash to fuck it.  But she was too young\emdash he would have to wait at least a couple of years.  The wait would be a bitch.  Sure he was satiated by fucking Lydia and now his Mom, but he wanted Nattie, too!\par
\tab He would have to be satisfied with having her naked, opening her legs, and grinding his cock on her pussy.  His passion lusted to lofty heights as his cock slid effortlessly against the little girl\rquote s slit\emdash and it was almost agony being denied access.  He wanted to hump her mouth, chest, asshole; he wanted to spank her, squirt his cum all over her face, watch her pee (while standing up) and watch sister Lydia lick her pussy clean (of his spew).  He never thought he would see that and was surprised when Lydia did so.  It gave cause for Chris to wonder just how naughty would his sister get?\par
\tab After soiling Nattie\rquote s cunt and belly area with his life giving goo he sat up.  The desire to fuck her brains out still was with him\emdash somehow, though, he managed to curb the incestuous bite and have a little bit of decorum and leave her alone.  Sort of.\par
\tab Laying beside her he began fingering her cunt working his spilled spunk into her slit.  He wished Lydia was there to lick the cum up from the pussy\emdash then suck his dick.  The sight of Lydia riding their Daddy\rquote s cock filled his mind to capacity.  He wondered how would she feel should she discover that he was banging their Mom?  \par
\tab It was an interesting concept.  Lydia was doing their Dad, Chris was doing their Mom.  Casually he wondered how they (the parents) would feel about that knowing?  Chris\rquote  Mom was still upset with the Daddy, how would she feel if she knew he and Lydia were fucking?  Of course, there would be no room to talk \lquote cause she was fooling with Chris.  \par
\tab Chris kinda figured that his Dad would get a chuckle knowing his son was banging his Mom.  His Mom, though, probably would not find it as humorous\'85\par
\page\tab After much ado about fingering his sister cummy cunt\emdash and he was hard and very horny (again) he bailed to go either find Lydia or just go visit his Mom (again).\par
\tab Outside the door, however, he found his Dad.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi there!\rdblquote  Daniel said to his naked sweaty cum dripping son.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  blurted aloud Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shhh!\rdblquote  warned the Daddy, \ldblquote some people are still sleeping!\rdblquote  like Nattie and Mom.\par
\tab There was an awkward moment then Daniel asked,\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re not getting IN her, are you?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was near petrified.  He didn\rquote t know what to say.\par
\tab Daniel peeked into the girl\rquote s room\emdash it was then Chris noted that his Dad was naked and had a hard-on.  Holy shit!\par
\tab And doubly holy shit \lquote cause Chris suddenly found himself with a raging boner but his thoughts weren\rquote t on sinking said boner into his Mom or sister(s) but fooling with his Dad!\par
\tab\ldblquote Good thing she\rquote s a sound sleeper.\rdblquote  Daniel stated factly.\par
\tab\ldblquote She sure is.\rdblquote  Chris said stroking his aching boner.\par
\tab Daniel then moved into the bedroom leaving his bewildered son to stand naked in the hallway jerking off.\par
\tab At length, though, Chris got his wits and made his way into Nattie\rquote s room to find his Dad poised at the girl\rquote s bedside\emdash jerking off.  Chris had pulled Nattie\rquote s panties up, smoothed her nightgown down, put the covers back over her and left her be.  The covers were down\emdash so were the soiled panties!\par
\tab Daniel was positioned leaning nakedly over his mostly naked six year old heavily handedly beating off with strong effort to cum.  Chris came up alongside to watch\emdash he wanted to help.  The more he watched he wanted to wrap not his fingers about his Dad\rquote s throbbing prong but his lips!\par
\tab That was so gay!\par
\tab Suddenly, Daddy Daniel was cumming.\par
\tab Chris watched in utter fascination with some agony.  Would his Dad freak out if he went down on the Daddy cock?  Would he freak if he (Chris) went down on Nattie\rquote s body where the Daddy spunk was spilled?  Chris was too fraught with confusion to act fast enough; his Dad breathed hard, made a face, then for some reason amscrayed.  He left quickly and Chris didn\rquote t know why\emdash but he knew that he missed an opportunity.\par
\tab Enthused by what had happened, though; Chris got back on top of his naked sibling and once more humped her slit.  There was sincere desire to poke her\emdash so he did.  \par
\page\tab There wasn\rquote t a great deal of penetration\emdash but it was a start.  The head of his cummy cock made entry but there was strong resistance.  Chris figured it to be her intact hymen or the simpler fact that she was too young to be righteously fucked.\par
\tab Chris was in agony and humped Nattie\rquote s slit until he was aware that once more he was surprised.  He kinda figured that regardless of him screwing his Mom, she would be upset with him if she should find him trying to fuck Nattie.\par
\tab But it wasn\rquote t his Mom\emdash it was Lydia.\par
\tab She said nothing as she neared the bed.   A gob of sperm oozed out in a half-hearted squirt from Chris\rquote  piss slit.  He made an audible sound in the pleasing realm.  Then with his energy zapped he lay down beside Nattie to hump her hip and finger her very soiled pussy.  How would Lydia feel if she knew that their Daddy had just spilled his seed (on Nattie?)\par
\tab Chris fingered-fingered-fingered Nattie\rquote s cum soiled cunt and made longing eye contact with Lydia.  Lydia stood, naked, staring.  She was in quandary but at length came down to her knees and began licking up the spilled spew on her sister\rquote s pussy\emdash followed by sucking her brother\rquote s cock and getting a little more goo from within.\par
\tab (outside in the hallway\emdash someone stood watching!)\par
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\tab the first treasure (in shades of white sticky goo)\par
\tab\ldblquote Cum on my balls!\rdblquote\par
\tab Sounded like a good idea.  Chris wasted little time in shooting his wad onto his best friend\rquote s ball sac.  The release was incredible and thoroughly coated Zach\rquote s nuggets.  The boys giggled then Chris somewhat nervously and embarrassingly eased to his knees\'85\par
\tab Hardly had Chris entered his friend\rquote s house than did the two embrace\emdash mostly it was Zach practically \ldblquote jumping his bones\rdblquote .  The \ldblquote embrace\rdblquote  coincided with lip locking and ass grabbing.  Chris had some reservations about the \ldblquote kissing\rdblquote\emdash to be sure, it really wasn\rquote t his thing.  THAT was being gay.  Ass fucking, ass grabbing, ball playing and even cock sucking\emdash that was sex.  Just sex.  Kissing another dude (and being lustfully passionate about it\emdash now that was gay.\par
\page\tab Zach apparently did not note the hesitation and was already naked upon Chris\rquote  arrival.  Zach then stripped his friend naked and while pulling down Chris\rquote  underwear sucked his dick.  Chris didn\rquote t mind that.  The two engaged immorally right then and there at the front door entryway.  Afterwards, after Chris had emptied his balls into his friend\rquote s luscious cock sucking mouth the two romped about the house naked chasing each other.\par
\tab They eventually came to Zach\rquote s bedroom where the chasing changed to \ldblquote getting.\rdblquote   The two boys fell onto the bed become one in a mesh-mash dance of arms and legs where at length Zach said \ldblquote Cum on my balls.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris jerked his gherkin squirting a nice wad of spunk onto his friend\rquote s nuggets.  It had only been some hours since last he had cum; earlier that morning in the bathroom he had put his cock up Lydia\rquote s nightgown and down her panties and between her cheeks.  Lydia obliged by spread her stance and helping her ever so horny brother get off in her asshole.\par
\tab A nice coating of his spunk soiled Zach\rquote s balls.  Zach himself was impressed and jerked his own gherkin saying \ldblquote suck \lquote em clean, bee-atch!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris hesitated momentarily\emdash\lquote hey, that\rquote s MY spunk!\rdblquote  he had never sucked up his own stuff.  The hesitation was only momentary and down he went licking clean Zach\rquote s nuggets.\par
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\tab After a shower and the boys\rquote  sex drive had diminished somewhat,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, check this out!\rdblquote  Zach said with much enthusiasm.\par
\tab Out of his backpack he pulled out what looked like a remote control device like for a television or stereo system.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s an EMAD.\rdblquote  Zach said proudly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit, no kidding?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit, no kidding.\rdblquote  Zach said beamingly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote d you get it?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Made it, at school.\rdblquote\par
\tab Zach didn\rquote t make it himself necessarily, a friend did.  It lacked a lot, however; the device had no pizzazz and lacked a lot of mind control, mind controlling power, capture, and etc.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Does it work?\rdblquote  Chris asked almost anxiously.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  Zach replied half heartedly, \ldblquote it aint like those on the street and stuff but it does work.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Who\rquote d you do it on?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Cynthia Crushwell.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No shit?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No shit.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab\ldblquote What\rquote d you do?\rdblquote  inquiring horny minds wanted to know.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not much, really,\rdblquote  Zach said shrugging\emdash but blushing and grinning just the same, \ldblquote got her titties and fingered her cunt, though!\rdblquote  he said bursting out the last tidbit of information.\par
\tab Cynthia Crushwell was a nice-nice girl; for merely thirteen, the girl had fifteen\emdash sixteen year old looks.  Nice set of titties, very nice tight ass, lots and lots of beautiful blond hair in a very hip modern trend, incredible blue eyes on a smallish very girlish face.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote d you do her?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Behind the cafeteria.\rdblquote\par
\tab How romantic.  Well, it was a place where the bad girls went to smoke pot, ditch a class, plot some bitch\rquote s demise, and fuck their boyfriends.  No one was there that particular afternoon Zach and his amazing mind altering device directed the lovely Cynthia.  \par
\tab Fear, though, nipped Zach\rquote s doing very much with Cynthia, the bad girl area wasn\rquote t the most secure and the EMAD itself was questionable in its operation as well as mind holding abilities.  So whatever he was going to do he had better do it and do it quickly.\par
\tab So he did.\par
\tab Being a trendy kind of girl, Cynthia wore very nice clothing; a powder blue blouse w/sleeveless rope sweater (also powder blue.)  A simple white bra was there for horny Zach to slip his fingers under the cups and have himself a feel job.\par
\tab Of course that wasn\rquote t enough.\par
\tab\ldblquote You took her pants down!?\rdblquote  exclaimed Chris.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep!\rdblquote  beamed Zach.\par
\tab After feeling Cynthia\rquote s titties and no reaction from the girl, Zach felt comfortable and secure enough to take her pants down.  His intent, of course, was to nail her\emdash lay her out on the grass and fuck her trendy brains out.\par
\tab With her very tight designer jeans at her knees he heard noises\emdash chatting students on the other side of the tall hedgerow.  The bad girls or other assorted students were getting too close.  The bad girl area was secure in that the bushes surrounding the open air area completely encircled the spot with only a particular spot open to pass thru.  But you had to be in the know of where that particular bush space was.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?\rdblquote  Chris asked anxiously.\par
\tab Zach shrugged and conveyed his unhappiness at the intrusion.  He did, though, get Cynthia\rquote s matching powder blue panties down and have himself a good exam of her cunt.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  blurted Chris\emdash who was by now jerking his merkin, \ldblquote What\rquote d you do then!?\rdblquote\par
\tab Zach grinned saying, \ldblquote It looked great!\rdblquote  but his viewing of teenage pussy was limited\emdash mostly to skin mags his Dad had hidden in the garage.  To actually describe Cynthia\rquote s pussy\emdash any girl\rquote s pussy, was a difficult task.  He couldn\rquote t tell, for incidence, if the pussy was \ldblquote virgin\rdblquote  or not so.  It had a layer of blond pubes, smooth surface, and more than anything did he want to see her pee.\par
\tab By then, Chris\rquote  cock was rock throbbing hard\emdash hard enough to break boulders in a river.  His friend\rquote s description put him in a high sexual state of arousal.  Zach was same and the two once more fell into one another for half an hour of naked romping.\par
\tab Then, after humping one another to their fill,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  said Zach, \ldblquote let\rquote s go see Janna and the twins!\rdblquote\par
\tab The \ldblquote twins\rdblquote  he referred to were Janna\rquote s bodacious sixteen year old titties.  Janna lived next door and was the object of many a boy\rquote s jerkin\rquote  his gherkin.\par
\tab Janna, though, was not home.\par
\tab Disgruntled, the boys made their way along the alley\'85\par
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\tab Gia was weird\emdash no doubt there.  Sex was her weird thing, smoking pot, fingering stuff not hers, five-finger-discounting, her like of country music.  But she was still a good friend regardless.  Lydia herself was not in the weirdness factor.  She was having regular sex with her brother and Daddy; a tryst with best friend Gia, and then this next little incidence\'85\par
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\tab She arrived early with a little apprehension trying to engulf her.  The plan for the day was to hit the mall\emdash a different mall, go to the park to see a soccer game (ogle boys) and whatever came their way.  Lydia just had a case of the heebie-jeebies and she wasn\rquote t exactly sure why.  Well, she knew why\emdash hanging with Gia was sometimes not a good idea.\par
\tab Sucking it up, though, Lydia knocked on the door and pressed the illuminated doorbell button.  Why there was an illuminated doorbell button in a lighted hallway was anyone\rquote s guess.  \par
\tab\ldblquote If it\rquote s you, it\rquote s me; if it\rquote s me, it\rquote s you!\rdblquote  said a familiar voice.\par
\tab Weird girl.\par
\page\tab\line\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s me!\rdblquote  Lydia exclaimed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Cool!\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote You know the drill.\rdblquote\par
\tab On a ten digit keypad by the illuminated doorbell Lydia punched in the security code to unlock the door.  Then she made her way in following the smell of Happy Smoke to Gia\rquote s bedroom.\par
\tab Gia emerged from the hall bathroom; a little stoned, a little wet, a lot naked.  Lydia assumed she had smoked a joint then taken a shower.  She was mostly right.  Gia seemed more than a little stoned; she had that mischievous look etched upon her pretty face.  \par
\tab Suddenly, a little boy no more than six or so stood at the half closed bathroom door.  Lydia looked to Gia in astonishment\emdash the little boy was also wet AND naked.\par
\tab\ldblquote I was giving him a bath,\rdblquote  Gia said simply, \ldblquote and we got a little silly.\rdblquote  She concluded.\par
\tab The little boy, Freddy Bulmuse, was a cute little fart.  He was six years young, reddish brown hair, handsome sweet little boyish face, and naked.  He also seemed to have a bit of a wee hard-on.  Lydia stared at it, the little boy was grinning and asked boldly, \ldblquote Are we going to play some more?\rdblquote\par
\tab That would be a yes.\par
\tab Gia was babysquatting little Freddy, cold hard cash for a few hours of \line\ldblquote playing\rdblquote  and entertaining the youngster.  She did so on a fairly regular basis.  It was her first time, though, getting caught.  But, getting caught by her best friend was no big deal.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna join in?\rdblquote  Gia asked.\par
\tab Freddy put his arms out to be held\emdash he was familiar with Lydia but Lydia wasn\rquote t familiar with the tyke in such a manner.  She had helped him pee once, he had gone to sleep on her (with his head (mouth)) right on her tit.  But she had never-ever had any sexual thoughts in regards to little Freddy or \ldblquote Little Freddy!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna join us?\rdblquote  Gia asked.\par
\tab Lydia couldn\rquote t believe what had been asked\emdash or proposed.  Gia then stepped up into Lydia\rquote s personal space and wrapped her arms about Lydia, hugging her passionately and kissing her same.  Lydia reciprocated and felt the stirrings in her sex.\par
\tab\ldblquote You need to loosen up.\rdblquote  Gia said flatly and backed away to her nearby bedroom returning with a half smoked joint.  Lydia stared at the little boy the few seconds Gia was gone.  Lydia found herself staring at the youngster\rquote s tallywhacker!\par
\page\tab There wasn\rquote t much time, though, to thoroughly take in the little boy\rquote s hard pud\emdash Gia returned interrupting.  Lydia took the offering and drew in the narcotic like a pro.  Then she and Gia locked lips and Lydia passed the happy smoke into Gia\rquote s mouth.  Their embrace was full of passion\emdash with Gia undoing Lydia\rquote s bra, pants, and then slipping her hands down inside Lydia\rquote s panties\'85\par
\tab Lydia herself finished undressing (herself) while in the presence of Freddy.  Gia squatted beside the boy, hugging him and lightly toying with his still erect penis.\par
\tab The little boy\rquote s eyes stared right at Lydia as she slid her underwear down.  It made her feel a little uncomfortable with some trepidation curiously wondering what was to come?\par
\tab That was answered by being led into the bathroom whereupon Gia continued bathing Freddy, and joining in herself.  With a head nod and a smile, a twinkling of mischievousness in her sparkling blue eyes, naked Lydia joined in.\par
\tab The three romped in the sudsy bubbly bath singing songs and making merry; Gia, at length, stood Freddy up, turned him about and \ldblquote presented\rdblquote  him.  Both girls had been toying with the tyke\rquote s willy, Gia mostly but Lydia got her fingers about the prong, too.  With Freddy\rquote s dick right there before her\emdash all hard and such, Lydia felt compelled to do more than look and fondle it.\par
\tab She kissed it.\par
\tab Gia reaching around tugged the pubescent member tight while best friend Lydia took the member into her mouth and sucked him.  She did!  She sucked and sucked and sucked him whole, his hairless testicle sac, too!  Her hands clung to his little butt and soon her cunny was tingling.\par
\tab Making the water slosh made quiet a mess\emdash that was due to Lydia trying to get Freddy to fuck her in the bath.  The effort was fun, though; but it made the water slosh too much so out of the tub they came with Lydia laying out on the sopping wet floor amass towels and bathmats positioning her little lover between her legs.  Then it was all a matter of getting his little dinkus into her fired up cunny.\par
\tab Gia caressed Freddy\rquote s humping butt, giggled, and fingered herself all the while.  Lydia found herself mired in a sea of turmoil\emdash she knew her engagement with little Freddy was wrong\emdash but it felt so good!  Clutching the boy\rquote s smallish boyish butt she helped him help her have a good hump.\par
\tab And after a time\emdash Lydia and Gia engaged in their own hump fest.\par
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\tab Her name was Linda Yenraby; she was very-very cute\emdash and young.  Zach didn\rquote t know her personally only that he saw her walking with her Mom and an older girl possibly the girl\rquote s sister.  Her skin was lily white and the blond hair on her head\emdash very blond.  And those eyes!  Neither Zach or Chris had ever seen such blue eyes. Amazing!\par
\tab The six year old was lost, though; wandering down the alley playing and not fully aware of any dangers whilst she kicked a can, followed a butterfly, and was oblivious to all else.  \par
\tab For a long while after she passed by the gate of Zach Shumming\rquote s house the boys, Zach and Chris watched her with Zach commenting, \ldblquote Goddamn!  She\rquote s cute!\rdblquote\par
\tab And she was; clad in turquoise jeans, an off-blue top, blue ribbons in her very blond hair, and a blue child\rquote s watch\emdash she was way cute with matching short blue socks and tennis shoes.  Too cute to be alone (or left alone.)\par
\tab With a sigh and a cracking of knuckles, Zach brought the school made EMAD to life.  Chris had reservations and was apprehensive about waylaying the little girl.  He went along with his friend just the same, though.  Why she was wandering the alley all alone was unknown, Zach didn\rquote t have the Q&A feature on the EMAD; the minding device was good just to grab the brain waves.  And that was all it could do, too.  The rest was up to the possessor of the device.\par
\tab The alley was one that was wide having brick, wooden, ivy covered, and stucco fencing and walls along the alleyway with great eucalyptus trees lining the alley, too.  Garbage cans, trash dumpsters, motorcycle frames, Christmas crap six months late and still not picked up, car parts\emdash including whole engines, wheels w/tires, and bumpers.  It was a haven for neighborhood kids to make makeshift forts and assorted hiding places.  Zach and Chris had many such places\emdash some out of necessity to avoid a pissed off parents or neighborhood bullies.  Some were for esoteric reasons such as the intended means of being just that\emdash a fort and/or hiding place.\par
\tab Tugging on the little girl\rquote s shirt sleeve Zach brought Linda Yenraby into the heavily concealment of ivy that clung to the cinder block wall of Chester Waverly.  Mr. Waverly wasn\rquote t home and the walls of the fence wall were high\emdash as were all the other fence walls of the alley (for security and privacy reasons.)\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Whaddya we do now?\rdblquote  Chris asked.\par
\tab Zach only grinned and on his knees reached around the girl cupping her butt.  It proved that the girl was mindless\emdash a victim of the school made mind altering device.  She stared straight ahead and though both boys could hear a calling of the girl\rquote s name from the next alleyway down, Zachary Shummings undone Linda\rquote s turquoise pants and pulled them down\'85\par
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\tab\ldblquote Dude,\rdblquote  quipped Chris, \ldblquote you\rquote re not gonna--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Naw,\rdblquote  replied Zach with a smirk and a shrug, \ldblquote just a little fooling around.\rdblquote  Already little Linda was practically naked before them.  Chris kept looking about the thick heavy ivy vines that was their temporary sanctuary, the den of despicable deeds.  Linda\rquote s top was off and her turquoise pants were down.  All that remained were her bright yellow panties with blue flowers all over them.  Though Chris was somewhat with reservations, he was curious (damned curious) himself.\par
\tab Zach looked the girl over like a dessert\emdash then, on his knees, pushed down his pants freeing his nakedness.  Taking Linda\rquote s hand he had the girl handle his rock hard erection.  No emotion whatsoever was there from the little girl\emdash Zach went on.\par
\tab Down came Linda\rquote s panties.  Chris\rquote  cock began to surge\emdash it was uncontrollable and a natural instinct unable to be curbed.  Zach smoothed his hands over the girl\rquote s butt, squeezing and proving further just how much mind control he had over the girl by spanking her.\par
\tab Chris was shocked and amazed\emdash not a tear, not a shriek, nothing from Zach\rquote s slapping her bare bottom.  The calls of the girl\rquote s name could be heard getting closer but the horny naughty boys continued.\par
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\tab There were lots of girls in the neighborhood; teens, a little older, some younger, some as young as Linda (and younger.)  None of those girls, however, had the misfortune of traipsing without care down an alley and encountering unknowingly two very naughty and horny teen boys equipped with an electronic mind altering device.\par
\tab Linda was naked.  She lay out nakedly on her own clothes with naughty and horny teenage boy, Chris, positioned at her head, his pants and underwear off and his seriously hard throbbing cock pressed against the girl\rquote s face while he held her legs back.\par
\tab Naughty horny teenage boy, Zach, licked out the little girl\rquote s pussy.\par
\page\tab Slowly, though, the naughty horny teenage boy named Zach moved up from cunnilingus to something more.  All over the little pussy did he lick and thrust in rapidly his tongue to her young cunny.  Sucking on his finger to sufficiently getting wet enough he made anal entry then pressed his thumb to her pussy.  Chris\rquote  mind was in uproar as his thoughts fell to his sister, Nattie.  The desire was there\emdash deeply, to do more.  \par
\tab Zach was doing more\emdash moving up to suck Linda\rquote s nonexistent titties.  There were flat nipples and he sucked on them, then arched his back repositioning himself to grind his cock against the girl\rquote s cunny.  There were mixed feeling surmounting in Chris; he frowned but continued holding Linda\rquote s legs back just the same.\par
\tab Thankfully, Zach only grinded his cock shooting a massive wad of teenage spunk a minute later.  The cum squirted out of his cock shooting up the little girl\rquote s body splashing onto her pretty face and Chris\rquote  body, too.  Zach continued to hump until he was spent; Chris found himself drawn to his friend\rquote s pud, going down on it sucking it drying.  His nut sac lay against Linda\rquote s face\'85\par
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\tab Somehow\emdash somehow Chris managed to keep himself from crossing the line.  Somehow.  It wasn\rquote t easy, though.  He did, however, grind himself against Linda\rquote s cunt\emdash just as he did with his little sister, Nattie.  He humped his cock against her face, poked her cunny.  He very nearly made entry.  Nearly.\par
\tab The thing that got him the most was laying the unwary girl across his lap and spanking her.  Chris really liked that\emdash a lot!  Zach enjoyed watching the abuse and after Linda\rquote s ass was tomato red he had Chris hold the girl\rquote s cheeks open while he attempted anal penetration.\par
\tab Chris protested\emdash to himself.\par
\tab Then there were voices.\par
\tab Several voices and they were close at hand\emdash real close.\par
\tab The naked naughty horny teens froze as Linda\rquote s family had come looking for her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe she\rquote s in here?\rdblquote  said a teenage female voice, Linda\rquote s fifteen year old sister.  The thick heavy ivy vine curtain began to be pulled aside revealing all to all\'85\par
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