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Book 8\par
Chapter Twenty Eight\par
The Fuckers\par
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The goat farm episode\par
\tab Working a Summer job at a goat farm\emdash how tough could it be?  Let\rquote s find out.  Wendy Bottom Farm featuring a small bevy of goats for the making of soap and cheese and stuff like that there called for our hero\emdash Mack Borelin.  \par
\tab In the Summer of his twenty-sixth year Mack found employment a bit of a challenge.  All the usual places were either scaling back or simply not hiring or the pay was ridiculously too low to consider.  Just a ways outside of town, however, there was a small farm that was hiring.  \par
\tab Handyman, fix what needed to be fixed (and he had his own tools.)\par
\tab The job paid \ldblquote ok\rdblquote , better than average and he got a bunk in the bunk house, three meals a day, Sunday off.  The work wasn\rquote t hard, either; a fence repair, roof, find a lost goat, hold a goat so it can trimmed or milked, help out with the milking and the subsequent making of soap thereafter, clean up after the goats, and take an interest in the girls (human).\par
\tab There were a couple of other \ldblquote hands\rdblquote  on the farm, they had been there a long time and had their own way of doing things.  There was no Head Man but a Head Woman who was the boss.  She was the owner/operator of the goat farm, it was a family business and there was no mentioning of the Mister, husband (or ex).  Mack was wise enough at that time to let it lie and not pry.\par
\tab There were three kids, other than the \ldblquote goat\rdblquote  kind; Debbie, Megan, Jason.  Debbie was the oldest at fifteen, but looked thirteenish.  Megan was eleven no where near being twelve for ten months yet.  Jason was the middle child, he was thirteen but looked twelve.\par
\tab The Mom, Wendy, was a big gal\emdash not overly so, not out of proportion, but a big gal.  She was very friendly, likeable, and apprehensive about running the farm.  There were bills, paperwork\emdash paperwork\emdash paperwork.  It was pressure unknown to run a goat farm and she welcomed the extra help.\par
\tab From the get go, Mack and Megan hit it off.  It was a slight infatuation; Megan to Mack moreso than Mack to Megan.  That isn\rquote t to say Mack didn\rquote t have an infatuation, but Megan\rquote s to Mack was the typical \ldblquote crush\rdblquote  type.\par
\page\tab Touchy-feely 101\tab\par
 \tab For the first week Mack kept to himself and did the assigned chores.  He was aware that Megan followed him on the sly AND watched him when he peed out along the fence he was repairing.  She didn\rquote t run away, either, when he masturbated out in the glen OR skinny dipped out in the small meadow lake and then in the forest\rquote s creek.\par
\tab When in passing somewhere on the property he comments that she\rquote s pretty.  This seriously increases the girl\rquote s like to him.  They took a ride into town to fetch some items, Mack driving the family pickup as yet he had yet to acquire the Chevy.  Megan went along and after the fetching Mack sprung for a rootbeer float and some chili fries at a drive-in.  This only increased MORE of the girl\rquote s like to Mack.\par
\tab  A few days later or so and Mack was in the \ldblquote back 40\rdblquote  mending fences.  Along comes Megan in a golf cart bringing lunch.  They chatted and had lunch with Megan finally blurting out shyly \ldblquote do you wanna see me like those girls in those magazines of yours?\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack smiled and indeed did so what to see Megan like he saw \ldblquote those girls\rdblquote  in those magazines of his.\par
\tab But there was hesitation as Megan teetered on the knowing what she was about to do crossed the line.  She was generally a shy girl, reserved, and was embarrassed by even farting in mixed company.  Mack tried breaking the ice by asking,\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you and your brother do anything?\rdblquote  naughty to nasty.\par
\tab Megan blushed and smiling nodded that it was so.  She was a pretty girl, not overly pretty but she was pretty.  The sunshine illuminated her face; she had a small dainty nose; her short brown hair was nice with loose strands hanging down into her eyes.\par
\tab\ldblquote Touchy-feely?\rdblquote  Mack asked.\par
\tab Megan didn\rquote t know what that meant at first and had to think about it.  The she got it and nodded without saying so.  She was blushing even more and began to show signs of nervousness.\par
\tab\ldblquote Touchy-feely is good.\rdblquote  Mack said laying on his side.  Lunch consisted of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, potato salad, watermelon, and lemonade.  Laying on a picnic blanket in the middle of the afternoon made the whole scene surreal.  A nice breeze gently wafted thru the boughs of the pines and cedars and Mack Borelin was alone with a beautiful eleven year old girl. \par
\tab Hmm \par
\page\tab Slowly, using sly maneuvers, Mack brought his hand to Megan\rquote s hip.  They stared into one another\rquote s eyes with Megan still blushing.  Slow near methodic circles did Mack make on the girl\rquote s hip down to the curve of her ass and then along her thigh.\par
\tab In turn, Megan ran her hand down along Mack\rquote s arm that somehow eventually came to brush against his bulging manhood.\par
\tab\ldblquote So you and your brother fool around?\rdblquote\par
\tab Megan shrugged meekly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Touchy-feely?\rdblquote\par
\tab Megan blushed and averted her pretty brown eyes.\par
\tab\ldblquote You handle his penis?\rdblquote\par
\tab She did.  And more.\par
\tab\ldblquote And he touches you\emdash where you pee?\rdblquote\par
\tab The color of apples would pale in comparison to Megan\rquote s face.\par
\tab Mack pulled himself a little closer taking control by taking Megan\rquote s hand and brushing it more sternly against his bulge.  \par
\tab Megan giggled.\par
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\tab With his cock out, Megan got her first look at a serious dick.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote  was her reaction.  It was nothing in comparison to her brother\rquote s dick.  It looked nothing like the many goats there were on the farm, the horses, dogs she had seen, nothing compared.\par
\tab Mack squeezed his pud, waggled and got the girl to take holt of the monstrous unit herself.  Timidly she did so\emdash just like she did her brother\rquote s.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s warm.\rdblquote  Megan commented.  Although it was bigger, warmer, Mack\rquote s cock was then not so unlike her brother\rquote s cock.  Brother Jason got his jollies by exposing himself to his sisters; then there was the touchy-feely part with the boy rubbing his penis against his sisters\rquote\emdash specifically their ass.\par
\tab The girls obliged him and masturbated him, too.  No penetration, though.  Not even in the mouth!  Mack held off prying about anything else.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Would you take your pants down for me?\rdblquote  he asked shyly.\par
\tab Surprisingly, disregarding risk, she did.\par
\tab With her jeans down at her ankles, Megan lay on her back clad in her lavender panties.  Mack Borelin lay beside her with his manhood out pressed against her hip; a manly hand roaming about her body with specific intent to her goodie area.  Megan\rquote s eyes locked to Mack\rquote s helped ease the girl\rquote s rising fright.\par
\tab Then they kissed.\par
\page\tab The kissing, of course, led to serious fingering\emdash that would be Mack to Megan\rquote s pussy, of course.  Of course!  Megan thrashed her legs about, her little young heart was beating so hard that Mack could feel it and hear it.  The girl was panicking\emdash and rightfully so as her manly lover had worked her young cunny into frenzy.\par
\tab The fright got to the girl and she exclaimed \ldblquote I don\rquote t want to do this anymore.\rdblquote  She pulled up her pants and hustled quickly to the golf cart and sped away leaving Mack a little concerned if she would say something to her sister or possibly her Mom.\par
\tab He doubted she would say anything to her Mom but she might her sister and the sister would say something to the Mom.  And that would just suck.\par
\tab Once back at the farm he noted that Megan kept out of sight.  That bothered him; had he perhaps gone too far?  He hoped not\emdash he had plans for her!\par
\tab That night, however\'85\par
\tab Knock-knock-knock\par
\tab Megan stood at bunkhouse door.\par
\tab Oh!\par
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Tangled webs and more touchy-feely 101 barnyard style\par
\tab Wearing a sheer nightie, the eleven year stood at Mack\rquote s door.  The old farts who had been with the farm for a long time had their own bunkhouse and Mack, the newbie, had his own.  He liked it that way.  It was dark out, a little after midnight, and Megan stood willingly at his door.\par
\tab There was a half moon and a jillion stars illuminating the night sky and a nightlight inside the bunkhouse shed a gentle light on the visitor.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry about earlier.\rdblquote  Megan said referring to the incident at the fence.  Mack shrugged conveying \lquote no big deal.\rquote\par
\tab Then, after a couple of seconds of sheepishness, the girl raised her nightgown revealing the fact that she wore no underwear.  Mack wore boxers and nothing else and his Mack Jr. popped proudly out the boxer flap.\par
\tab Megan giggled, blushed and was ushered inside\'85\par
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\tab On her knees Megan Bottom worked Mack\rquote s cock.  She was still shy, still timid, but she did the dirty deed as well as more.  Mack reeled, rocked on the balls of his feet and made as much entry into her mouth as he could taking care to back off when she gagged and made faces.\par
\page\tab Once inside the small bunkhouse with bunk beds four, a private bathroom, some tables, small refrigerator for those midnight snack attacks, sweet little Megan pulled off her nightgown on her own.  Mack felt compelled to push down his red boxers and stand naked before the girl.\par
\tab Those beautiful brown eyes went straight to Mack\rquote s amazing cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bigger than your brother\rquote s?\rdblquote\par
\tab Meg didn\rquote t answer but nodded that it was so.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you suck your brother\rquote s dick?\rdblquote\par
\tab A little embarrassed at the bold question Megan nodded again.\par
\tab Although he didn\rquote t say so he conveyed so and Megan did so.\par
\tab He held off cumming in her mouth; and he asked if her brother ever did so.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, it was really gross, too.\rdblquote  she said in disgust.\par
\tab\lquote You\rquote ll get used to it.\rquote   Then, \ldblquote Does your brother and sister\emdash fool around?\rdblquote  leaving the unsaid to wonder the cosmos while the girl thought about it.  Then she blushed and nodded her head.  Brother Jason and sister Debbie \ldblquote fooled\rdblquote  around--as in fucked.\par
\tab After some sucking, Megan pulled back to stroke the manly manhood.  She was in awe.  And rightly so.  The proud owner of the manly manhood flopped his pud before her gazing brown eyes then gently pressed it against her face cinching his balls up against her mouth.  She sucked on those, too.\par
\tab This ultimately led to Megan being led to the bunk Mack had claimed.  She was laid out on the bunk with Mack going to his knees on the floor.  Meg\rquote s legs were parted and Mack examined closely the girl\rquote s pre-teen cunt.  His astute examination determined that the girl was truthful, she was a virgin.\par
\tab Applying his tongue to Megan was nothing new\emdash not for Mack and not for Megan.  He lapped all over, tasting the slight taste of pee.  It didn\rquote t dissuade him but excited!  All over the virtually hairless pussy he licked and licked, lapped and nipped, drove inward into the trench and desiring deeply to sink not his tongue but his dick!\par
\tab All in good time.\par
\tab The girl tensed up as Mack came positioning himself on top of her; she feared the dick.  But Mack merely humped the girl\rquote s slit, gouged the head of his dick against her slit, but didn\rquote t penetrate.\par
\tab Then he lay partly on her, off to one side so as not to crush her and toyed with her dainty little breasts while fingering out he cunt.  Megan gushed, farted, and peed a little.  Mack\rquote s manhood rested comfortably against her and the two engaged in kissing.\par
\page\tab After much kissing there was the repositioning.  Megan was gently rolled over askew with the oh-so naughty Mack Borelin behind her.  His cock was ready\emdash it was hard and dripping cum and very determined to make entry into someone\rquote s hole.\par
\tab A little pre-fingering, then some tonguing and spittle gave Mack the insight that the girl was NOT a virgin in that particular hole.  After much fingering and pre-lubing the mighty Mack Jr. made anal entry and surprisingly it was giving\emdash very giving.\par
\tab Once he got going with most of his manhood ramming the girl\rquote s hole, Mack began fingering the girl\rquote s pussy expertly and quizzing her on who had breeched her backdoor.  It was a given that it was brother Jason.  But then again this WAS a farm\'85\par
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I came, I saw, I came all over the place!\par
\tab Almost every night did Megan make a secret visit to Mack\rquote s bed.  And on those nights she slept thru they made up somewhere out of sight of others or boldly in Mack\rquote s bed anyways.  And as usual, after making love in his bed they showered together.\par
\tab The lovemaking was limited to oral, anal, and touchy-feely.  Mack\rquote s desire to peg Meg increased exponentially to the point where he began working on her to get her brother to fuck her.  Meg was not opposed, just leery and fearful of getting pregnant.\par
\tab But just fingering her pussy was getting it.  Mack\rquote s torment of her young body during their encounters almost got the young girl to give the young man his way.  But that fear factor of pregnancy was a dousy to ignore.\par
\tab\ldblquote You need broken in.\rdblquote  Mack cooed to her.\par
\tab\ldblquote But I don\rquote t want to get pregnant.\rdblquote  Meg replied.\par
\tab The solution was abstinence or a wrapper.\par
\tab Mack provided the wrapper.\par
\tab In the meantime of Meg getting laid proper by her brother, Mack\rquote s snooping got him insight on the oldest Bottom girl, Debbie.  There was always talk of farm girls having relations with other than their horny brothers; there were porno movies filled with naughty farm girls getting more than friendly with their clippity-clops and ba-baaas.  On one particular afternoon Mack\rquote s sly spying got him insight on Debbie Bottom.\par
\page\tab Lying on her stomach on a log split in two to form a natural seat, Debbie Bottom had no cares whatsoever.  Her eyes were closed but she wasn\rquote t asleep; her round butt was bathed by the noonday sun and she didn\rquote t seem to worry should pesky stinging insects come about from the nearby meadow.  \par
 \tab It was a little ways from the farm and secure enough to allow Debbie the freedom to shed her clothing and lay out naked to get a nice Summer tan.  She wasn\rquote t alone, however\emdash\par
\tab As the young teen relaxed from the rigors of working making soap and cheese and such a wet touch on her back startled her making her jump.\par
 \tab\ldblquote What the fuck!? ... oh, it's you, Sugar,\rdblquote\par
 \tab Sugar was one of the goats of her Mom\rquote s farm; he stood about four feet high; white with black splotches and a near constant waggly tail.  Its\par
 tongue was hanging out as it backed away and he had a curious to perplexed look upon his goatish face.\par
\tab Debbie smiled when she recognized her favorite pet.  She coaxed it\par
 Back cooing \ldblquote Come on, Sugar, it\rquote s ok, I\rquote m sorry I scared you.\rdblquote\par
\tab The goat cautiously trotted back to her side.\par
\tab Debbie had a unique \ldblquote country\rdblquote  voice, kind of high pitched, very southern country.  Stroking the goat\rquote s dense coarse fur she continued to talk to it softly.  Sugar took it all in but seemingly had another agenda than a mere walk in the meadow.\par
\tab The goat baaed and pranced a bit seemingly to be skittish.\par
\tab What\rquote s wrong, Sugar?\rdblquote  Debbie asked\emdash then she saw the problem.    \par
\tab Sugar's cock was stiff and exposed hanging down.\par
 \tab Debbie blushed and understood the funny glazed look in her pet\rquote s eyes and yea his face.\par
 \tab\ldblquote You're missing Buttercup, ain't ya?\rdblquote  she purred to Sugar.  Buttercup, was another goat and Sugar\rquote s sweetie, and gotten sick.  She was spending some days at the Vet\rquote s until she got better.\par
     \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, Sugar,\rdblquote  Debbie continued to coo, \ldblquote I guess you miss her a lot,\par
 huh?\rdblquote   And almost as if he understood her words, Sugar pressed against his muzzle to Deb\rquote s face waggling it\rquote s goaty tail all the more.  His goaty cock began to drip, too.\par
 \tab Debbie looked to Sugar\rquote s cock again.  Looking around to ensure she (and Sugar) were alone, she whispered, \ldblquote Maybe I can help you out a bit.\rdblquote\par
 \tab Petting Sugar\rquote s back to distract and keep the animal calm Debbie snaked her other hand down to gently encircled the stiff shaft.  Slowly did she stroked the long, erect cock, slipping her fingers back and forth across the swollen head.\par
\page  \tab Sugar moved prancing more, his tail straightening out and giving all the signs of having an orgasmic fit!  Every now and then, a slight tremor shook his furry goaty body.\par
\tab Debbie stroked the goat\rquote s cock; it wasn\rquote t a long shaft; it was slippery and slick in her fingers and getting warmer with each stroke.  There was a warmth spreading in her own sex with subsequent tremors all her own.  Slowly did Debbie begin rubbing herself until she was wet enough to admit a couple of fingers.  Her passion began to heat up.\par
 \tab As her passion increased, she got off the bench and stood behind the animal, keeping up her stroking on his cock while she fingered herself increasing tumultuously her sexual need.  Her ample teen breasts pressed against Sugar\rquote s back.  Sugar increased his prancing; his tongue lagged, tail twitched, and he was close to cumming.\par
 \tab Moaned softly, the teen girl felt her pet\rquote s hard cock swelling even more.  Suddenly, a hot spray of cum shot out the tip.  Debbie continued humping her furry lover getting him well sated.\par
\tab\ldblquote There, that\rquote s better now, huh?\rdblquote  she whispered in his ear as she practically lay her nude body against his backside.\par
 \tab But while the goat was satisfied, the young teen found her own juices were flowing hot and heavy.  Pushing herself off of Sugar the fifteen year old with bouncy brown hair, green eyes, and a shapely body that was a little out of proportion for her age group moved back to the wooden bench laying down on it, spreading her legs out wide.\par
 \tab As she looked up between the mounds of her breasts she saw Sugar move into position between her legs and lap at her\emdash just like he always did under similar circumstances.   It wasn\rquote t the first time (nor the last.)  Debbie had a fine-fine cunt; like her sister, she feared getting knocked up by their ever so horny brother so taking on a farm beast was the next best thing.  The girls knew that they couldn\rquote t get pregnant by them.\par
 \tab The scraping of his rough tongue on her sensitive pussy lips excited her greatly and she bucked as she grinded herself against his face.  Locking her legs about his neck, tweaking-pinching her very erect nipples she face fucked Sugar and Sugar liked it.\par
     Several minutes of his lapping and Debbie had had enough.  The tongue lashing from the goat just wasn\rquote t enough.  So, gently pulling on his fur she pulled the fifty pound farm goat up between her legs\'85\par
 \tab Oh!\par
\page  \tab Debbie slipped a hand under her pet finding his goaty dick.  It was slicker than ever before!  Giggling, blushing, she continued to manipulate Sugar\rquote s cock as she pulled him up further until said cock was pressed against her cunny.\par
 \tab The goat climbed up but before anything else Debbie quickly and clumsily put her socks on Sugar\rquote s paws\emdash to lesson the \ldblquote scratching\rdblquote  he would do when he \ldblquote got into it.\rdblquote   \par
 \tab Then, Sugar inserted his cock into her eager cunt.  The goaty cock was just the right size and swelled as it slid into her sex.  Debbie took the animal\rquote s pud, bucking back against his frantic rutting.\par
 \tab\ldblquote You fuck me good, you hear?\rdblquote  she encouraged him.\par
 \tab With her breasts jiggling, her heart pounding, Debbie bucked  as she was laid by the goat.  Pushing back against his thrusts, Debbie\rquote s sex became inflamed (sexually speaking).  She began to grunt and grip the furry sides of Sugar, arching her back as her favorite pet drove with rapid succession his goaty dick driving his human lover into a sexual frenzy.\par
 \tab\ldblquote That\rquote s real good, Sugar,\rdblquote  Debbie exclaimed feeling her sex exploding in time with Sugar\rquote s own explosion.  Sugar wasn\rquote t thru and continued to drive madly into her tunnel.\par
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\tab Spying came naturally to Mack, stumbling upon unique situations also played a part in his farm experience.  Just on the outskirts of the farm area there was a treehouse.  In a huge great oak twenty-five feet up was the fort where the Bottom kids enjoyed hiding out and being kids.\par
\tab One day while working loosely Mack got to noticing the Bottom kids \ldblquote missing.\rdblquote   He wondered about Megan but upon seeing Sugar wondering about dismissed the girl hiding out elsewhere.  As the afternoon wore on he wondered about the Bottom children more then sighted in on the treehouse.\par
\tab Quite often he had seen the children slinking up into the great tree and be there for hours.  After a time, Mack got curious and the \ldblquote snooping\rdblquote  part of him took over.  When the timing was right he made his move slinking along the outer area keeping to the bushes marking the boundary and sneaking undetected to the tree.\par
\tab The \ldblquote fort\rdblquote  walls were a mix of wood planks, canvas, wood sheet paneling, and whatever the kids could find to make walls, floor, and ceiling.  Many nights thru the Summer the kids would often spend the night in the fort where there was a telescope to watch the moon, stars, and occasional flying saucer.\par
\page\tab With extreme stealth, Mack made his way up the ladder tacked to the tree.  There was a trapdoor, a rope with a bell attached (or a bell with a rope attached) to signal to whoever was in to let someone in or whoever was out to let them in.  Mack didn\rquote t ring the bell but carefully-carefully ease up the trap door.  To his surprise\emdash mildly speaking, there was Jason Bottom humping the shit out Debbie Bottom (literally speaking.)\par
\tab On her hands and knees, angled, naked Debbie Marie Bottom fingered her cunt while one leg was cocked up on a swinging hammock.  Naked brother Jason pounded her from behind with great furor apparently having achieved that blissful sought after goal of orgasm.\par
\tab Armed with that knowledge\'85\par
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\tab After running a needful errand for Debbie Bottom, his employer, Mack sidetracked to make his own errand on his own time before returning to the farm.  He was in company with Jason Bottom.  The sidetrack was to a liquor store.  Not just \lquote liquor\rquote  was inside the establishment; cold drinks of various kinds, snack foods, accessories of this and that for your ride and/or yourself.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s interest was the small bottles of liquor on the counter and the porn mags by the wall.  After making his purchases the two made their return to the Windy Bottom Goat Farm and Soap farm.  Along the way Mack down one of the liquor bottles while Jason dumped his into a can of soda and downed it.\par
\tab Jason also perused the glossy pages of the skin magazine Mack had purchased.  There magazines all of serious hardcore beaver mags that seriously got Jason\rquote s attention.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Why don\rquote t you come to the bunkhouse later this evening.\rdblquote  Mack said to the enamored youth after their return.  Jason very willingly nodded his head.\par
\tab A little before midnight and\'85\par
\tab Knock-knock-knock\par
\tab Young Jason Bottom eagerly stood at Mack\rquote s bunkhouse door clad in his jimmies and sportin\rquote  wood.  The boy was welcomed in, had another tiny liquor bottle poured into a soda then saw spread out on a table a small collection of porn magazines.  \par
\tab On the small portable television\emdash more porn.  Seeing various \ldblquote action\rdblquote  taking place put young Jason Bottom into serious hard-on mode.  He made a little moan then realized his benefactor was nude.  Mack Borelin stood butt bare assed naked masturbating right beside him.\par
\page\tab Although he was a little embarrassed\emdash Jason let his pajama bottoms drop and he was nude, too.  Masturbation came naturally with Mack explaining that \ldblquote masturbation\rdblquote  is a natural way of life for all guys and a necessary thing, too.\par
\tab\ldblquote Necessary?\rdblquote  Jason inquired almost sheepishly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, a guy can only hold off for so long and then he\rquote s got to work it or his balls will explode.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jason\rquote s eyes bulged, \ldblquote No flippin\rquote  way!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes way.\rdblquote  Mack smiled and worked his favorite organ explaining,\par
\tab\ldblquote You see, a guy\rquote s got cum in his balls and it needs released now and then and by working your crank there\rquote s the release.  Either by hand or in some bitch\rquote s mouth, pussy, or asshole.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jason got a steady grip on his cock while he listened.\par
\tab\ldblquote I knew a guy one time who refused to jerk off until one day his balls were like someone had kicked him.  He was in agony and finally went to the doctor \lquote cause all the jerking off no longer worked\emdash his cum had solidified and wouldn\rquote t spurt out his johnson.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote W-what happened?\rdblquote  Jason asked with growing concern.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Well, while the nurse showed him her boobs, the doctor slipped up behind him and whacked his inflamed cock with a mallet.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jason\rquote s mouth dropped while Mack showed in exaggerated mode the size of the \ldblquote inflamed\rdblquote  cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote So if you don\rquote t jerk off regularly, don\rquote t have sex--\rdblquote  Mack smiled whimsically and made the motion of the doctor smacking a guy\rquote s johnny with a mallet.\par
\tab Jason wanted no part of that and took to working his magic flute with some gusto.  Mack worked his own flute and then had another miniature liquor bottle.  Jason had one and didn\rquote t pour it into a soda can but drank it straight.\par
\tab After taking a long hard piss, Mack returned from the bathroom finding the naked Jason seriously humping his hand while he stood watching some bitch-whore on the television via video tape getting pounded from the front as well as from behind AND sucking a cock, too! \par
\tab Mack eased up behind his young stallion and slipped his hands around the wiry boy\rquote s hips taking over the masturbating.  The boy\rquote s cock stiffened (more) in Mack\rquote s expert hands.  His own cock slipped down between the lad\rquote s cheeks and their passion began to stir to unknown heights.\par
\tab Well, not quite unknown\'85\par
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\tab After his nightly visit with Mack, Jason returned to his bedroom where he belonged but was caught by his sister, Debbie.\par
\tab\ldblquote What were you doing (coming from his (Mack\rquote s) bunkhouse?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jason shined her own but Debbie remained suspicious and slightly concerned to annoyed.  Her annoyance increased when she caught sister Megan emerging in the wee early hours of the morning from Mack Borelin\rquote s bunkhouse.  She wasn\rquote t amused and confronted her sister who also shined her on.  So she confronted Mack Borelin himself who smiled to her and politely informed her,\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, don\rquote t get too uppity, missy, they know I\rquote ve got something better than a goat dick!\rdblquote\par
\tab He let that set in as the teen girl\rquote s eyes bulged with fear.\par
\tab Using his manly wiles the stunned girl was led to the bunkhouse herself.  The girl was at first a little more than unwilling\emdash but then those manly wiles (and a little blackmail) kicked in.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think you\rquote re Mom would like to know about you and Sugar, and your brother?\rdblquote\par
\tab Debbie lost all color in her face and half the Romanian Air Force could land in her mouth.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  she managed to blurt out.\par
\tab Mack smiled a special smile conveying \lquote not to worry, I wont rat you out.\rquote\par
\tab Strangely, Debbie didn\rquote t ask for \ldblquote proof\rdblquote  of her shenanigans with Sugar or her brother.  She was led to the bunkhouse where more shenanigans took place all with Debbie still reeling in the fact that she had been caught/observed with her goat and brother.\par
\tab The business of getting freaky with Mack came with some trepidation.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t want to do this.\rdblquote  Debbie said nervously.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think you\rquote re Mom wants to deal with having to secretly take you to the vet for hanky-panky business with a farm animal.\rdblquote\par
\tab Debbie was confused with the man\rquote s words.  But she certainly didn\rquote t want her Mom to know about Sugar\emdash or anyone else!  Slowly she submitted and found herself swathed in a layer of sex sweat moments later.  The bed squeaked as Mack drove his prong into her; Debbie\rquote s nipples erected and feelings she hadn\rquote t enjoyed before tingled all over her young teen body.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Much better than Sugar, huh?\rdblquote  Mack smirked.\par
\tab Well, sorta.  True, there was little to compare or none at all; there was a difference\emdash Sugar\rquote s goaty cock was slick and delivered a unique manner of thrusting that seriously drove the girl into distinctive sensations she could not even grasp.\par
\tab After the first lovemaking they showered.  Debbie was\emdash in a mindset that wasn\rquote t her own.  Enamored wasn\rquote t the word; nor perplexed.  Overwhelmed?  That might work.  She was simply swept up in the guise of the handyman who had charms she had never knew existed.\par
\tab After the shower and subsequent drying off\emdash they made love again this time with Debbie on top; sitting up, laying down, and doing the \ldblquote around-the-world\rdblquote  shtick.\par
\tab  Debbie Bottom also learned the elusive \ldblquote 69ing\rdblquote , spooning, doggie, facial, double penetration, and so on.  Double Penetration usually done with another dick but in lieu of a dick a candlestick will do.  It all had Debbie in a quandary of sincere confusion.  She wanted to be led into the twisted world of sexual depravity (with a man) but she feared that lead just the same, too.\par
\tab Getting her cunt licked out and making her cum during solidified her trip to the Dark Side.  After shuddering orgasms rocked her world the girl lay on Mack\rquote s bed\emdash worthless.  She couldn\rquote t move, she couldn\rquote t think.  She wanted fucked and fucked hard.  Mack, though, had to take a break\'85\par
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Reflective Behavior Modification\par
\tab The goat farm had been an experience.  A long summer, good pay, good experience, and the boffing of all three of the Bottom farm children.  Strangely, Mack didn\rquote t score with the Boss who signed his checks, but that was ok, he got her children and that was enough.\par
\tab Towards the end of Summer and his stay at the farm Debbie Bottom found the true pleasures of Double Penetration\emdash without a candlestick in lieu of a dick.  All three Bottom children had their flings with Mack either in his bunkhouse after hours or in their treehouse OR out along the fence he was repairing out of sight of the farm.\par
\tab Debbie thoroughly enjoyed getting hammered doubly; she enjoyed being spanked, too; and that thrilled the Spanker (Mack) and soon her brother, Jason, too.  Megan wasn\rquote t so much into getting spanked but loved being eaten out and getting double dicked in her cunt.  Both girls squatted on their brother\rquote s face and peed.\par
\page\tab Only once did Mack engage naughtily with Debbie with the goat, Sugar, present.  Up close and personal did Mack want to see Sugar fucking Debbie.  She gave her favorite pet a handjob and was soon talked into giving head to Sugar.\par
\tab One afternoon out by where Debbie went to be private with Sugar, Mack found jealousy in the farm animal as he was making love to Debbie and \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it\rdblquote  when suddenly he was butted on the butt from behind by a snorting pissed off goat!\par
\tab Jason and Megan were not clued in on their sister\rquote s animal antics.\par
\tab And what was so fantastic about the Summer experience\emdash it was all done WITHOUT the aid of an electronic device!  No EMAD was used in the swaying of Megan, Jason, OR Debbie!  Amazing!  Of course, it would have been easier\'85\par
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\tab From the farm to a new life, the military, finding himself.  It was a long process.  The military life left him more than a little confused.  The loss of his parents upset him and he found himself in a dilemma concerning the house he grew up in and the crap that was in it.  He had no real attachment to the house (or the crap in it) but then again\emdash he did.\par
\tab He decided not to live in the past and sold the house (and the crap in it) and move on.  He had memories of his parents and that would suffice.  Some pictures, some special knick-knacks of his Mother\rquote s; a fishing pole of his Dad\rquote s, and other nifty treasures he kept but the furniture and other items he had no real attachment to were sold and the acquisition of a fine ride and a new house was made.\par
\tab So was the bane of the Nation, an EMAD.\par
\tab Life in the country was fine and alone that changed his life.\par
\tab The advent of the EMAD in his life seriously changed him.\par
\tab Getting his way using his charm, his wiles, and sometimes force, was one thing.  Sometimes being forceful or using other necessary talents just wasn\rquote t enough.  The electronic gadget paved the way to facilitate a more joyful attainment of those things that made him happy.\par
\tab The twins Bonnie and Hanna Carney made him more than happy.  The twin eleven year olds prancing about naked or in their panties made him very happy.  The girls obliging him with sex, sex acts, and all things regarding sex and its glorious depravity more than happy.\par
\tab However, there was something missing.\par
\page\tab The girls filled a special void; in the past when he had had troubles of one sort or another he had his Mom and Dad to go to to talk things over and get their opinion.  In the military he had chums and a chain of command to go thru and often a priest he had found to be a friend.  They often shared time together, had some beers, and went to ballgames off the base.\par
\tab With his parents\rquote  passing and no longer in the military, Mack was alone.  Bonnie and Hanna were fine\emdash more than fine, but for someone to talk to, to share his life?  Not so much.  He needed a friend.  A chum.  A companion.  Easier said than done.\par
\tab Making the bar scene was not his thing but he did a few times with limited success.  Other places to encounter a possible \ldblquote chum\rdblquote  were at social gatherings\emdash ballgames, bowling, sports bar, a social cause of some type, a county/city meeting aka bitch camp.\par
\tab The other social gathering place is, of course, a church.\par
\tab And a park.\par
\tab It was at a park that Mack B encountered his next incident\emdash featuring boys.  Mack liked boys, nothing wrong with them\emdash they just had one less hole to fuck but some boys were just as cute as girls (and some were even more!)\par
\tab Two boys, teenagers, caught Mack\rquote s eye\emdash and cock.  The boys weren\rquote t playing any sports game, no tennis, soccer, golf, croquet or anything of the like.  No basketball, either.  The boys were at a lone aluminum picnic table playing a game of imagination, Dungeons and Dragons.\par
\tab Brad Finigan and Vance Cordon were friends, they were fourteen and had good enough appeal to get unwanted attention.  From the onset Mack merely \ldblquote observed\rdblquote  his prey\emdash getting to know them from afar.  He could have used his new toy, the EMAD, but EMAD detectors were in heavy use about the park and Mack didn\rquote t want to chance it.\par
\tab The boys played their game and weren\rquote t bothered; there were roaming security guards armed not with weapons but detectors and preventors.  Mack made himself nonchalant in his observance of the boys then made himself scarce when the busybody security got too close.  The boys were still able to be observed, just further away.\par
\tab At length the boys collected their game, a mess of papers and books, dice and figurines representing their characters, and made for home.  Mack followed (al la nonchalantly.)  \par
\tab Subject One, Brad, was the first stop at a quaint home not dissimilar to the dozens of other homes in the neighborhood.  Color schemes, placement of the front door, the garage, fireplace on opposite side from the previous home, and landscaping made the homes \ldblquote unique.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Vance Cordon lived in a similar home across the street and down two blocks.  There were some young peoples playing outside that were of some interest but Mack stuck to his guns and sought pleasures with Brad and Vance.\par
\tab Getting to know the boys was the first step, and that was easy with Mack\rquote s young adult looks and appeal.  Immersing himself in the realm of fantasy the boys he sought enjoyed got him \ldblquote in\rdblquote  with the boys and though the park provided outdoor fresh air there were the hazards of interruptions with other kids wanting to know what going on; a wayward basketball; screaming little kids; and changing weather.\par
\tab Mack offered his humble home which was \ldblquote just down the street.\rdblquote\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t a grand home but it would do; constructed during the \lquote 40s.  It had charm, a front and back yard, garage, and suited Mack during his interim of deciding where he actually wanted to spend the rest of his life.  Brad\rquote s Mom accompanied her son\rquote s first visit; she was welcomed, too.\par
\tab There was pizza, tunes, and drinks provided for the gathering; Mack invited Merrideth to stay.  She said No.  Pity.  The boys were elated by the goodies and the prime place to play without interference.  That was a plus.  There were \ldblquote other\rdblquote  boys, and a girl, who also played the game and they could come join in, too.\par
\tab Mack was more than pleased.\par
\tab The first session went well and \ldblquote nothing\rdblquote  happened.  Mack had patients and there was no hurry.  The second session, however, Mack began his shenanigans.  Again, it was just Brad and Vance, the others had other obligations but planned on joining in as soon as possible.\par
\tab While the boys were seated at a huge wooden spool table in the open dinning room, Mack hung back in a dim lit hall of the Southwestern style stucco home.  Fondly he fingered his minding device.  His eyes and full attention were on the two boys and what he wanted to do with them, what he could do with them, and what it would lead to.\par
\tab There were two other boys in their social and one girl.  Can we say \ldblquote Orgy\rdblquote ?  Mack saw an outrageous party where no one wore clothing; there were games to play; like \ldblquote Twister\rdblquote  and other assorted games ending up with lots of cum splatter.\par
\tab There, too, were notes and flits of fanciful thought concerning younger girls and boys.  Acquiring them, of course, would be a neat trick and something to be done where he was.  Of course, he didn\rquote t plan on staying in the small home in the middle of a neighborhood.  For his shenanigans to play out the way they swam about in his mind he would need a home out of public eye.\par
\tab That was for later, though; for now, let the games begin!\par
\tab\lquote Stand up.\rquote\par
\tab Brad slung his head and looked like he was going to vomit.\par
\tab Vance slung his head, sat still, blinked his eyes, then stood up.\par
\tab Brad didn\rquote t vomit, thankfully, then stood up from the table, too.\par
\tab Mack merged back into living/dinning room, turned down the tunes and sized up the situation concerning the boys.  Wavering his hand before the boys, patting them on their butts, a brush to their crotch, and saying aloud \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna fuck your brains out\rdblquote  assured Mack that the boys were intend under the spell of the EMAD.\par
\tab Making adjustments on the minding gadget to lessen the effects on the boys enabled Mack to make the boys take their own clothes off and lessen the \ldblquote sick\rdblquote  feeling they were experiencing.  Mack was very pleased at watching the boys undress.  Brad had red hair, was of Irish heritage, five foot five and a little more \ldblquote weighty\rdblquote  than he ought to be for his age but not classified as \ldblquote overweight.\rdblquote\par
\tab Vance had dark brown hair and a few scars on his thin build body.\par
\tab\lquote You like being naked with your friend.\rquote  Mack began inserting a new way of life for the boys to accept.\par
\tab\lquote You like sucking your friend\rquote s cock.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You like playing with your friend\rquote s cock.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You like kissing your friend\rquote s cock.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You like fucking your friend\rquote s ass.\rquote\par
\tab The commands were brought up on the EMAD\rquote s display screen; highlighted, then SENT.  The wavering brain wave activity on another display screen indicated the level of \ldblquote capture\rdblquote  of the Subject(s) mind.  A sub-screen indicated the level of acceptance of commands from the sending unit, the EMAD.\par
\tab More and more commands were brought up and sent AND received.  According to the minding device the commands were being accepted and Mack began slipping off his own clothing to join in.  \par
\tab Slowly he began to fondle the boys who already had significant hard-ons.  Their thoughts were fired up with the prospect of being naughty with the other.  The boys embraced one another, hands to the other\rquote s ass, lips pressed together with tongues rolling inside.  Their young teen cocks rock hard squashed to the other\rquote s midriff conferred to Mack that the boys were well enough under the spell of the minding gadget and held no compunction against such otherwise distasteful engagement.\par
\page\tab To further infuse the boys with their sexual blossoming Brad Finigan moved to his knees to take his best friend\rquote s cock\emdash to fondle it, work it, then suck it (and most of all\emdash like it.)  While Brad sucked Vance, Mack stepped up butt bare assed naked, flogging his own dog and instilled upon the young man that he also would love to suck on Mack\rquote s dog, too.\par
\tab While Brad serviced Vance AND Mack, Mack caressed Vance\rquote s ass, slapped it, and became more and more aroused.  Brad, though a professed straight stud did a fair job of cocksucking.  During the short time Mack had spent with the boys it was learned that they did not approve of homos.  Vance had a gay teenage cousin and knew of other family members or close family friends who were gay.  Brad knew of family friends and school mates who were \ldblquote funny.\rdblquote\par
\tab Both Brad and Vance vehemently disapproved of same sex relations.\par
\tab Well, they used to\'85\par
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\tab After both boys had serviced one another (and Mack) time for ye olde rim jobbing!  Not one of Mack\rquote s favs but it was a part of the ritualistic behavior modification initiating the way for the boys to behave from henceforth thereon.  Brad and Vance tongued each other\rquote s dirt chute rim prior to stuffing it with their cocks.  As they did so, Mack continued to instill upon their young minds there \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote\par
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2009 Augmented Program for the Aspiring Pervert Symposium\par
Location to be held Undisclosed but somewhere near Wingding Elementary\par
Open registration after the First Bell\par
9:AM to 10:AM  Orientation; literature handouts; lubes, toys, binoculars\'85\par
10:AM to 11:AM  Guest Speaker Toejam author of the alley gate scrawling \ldblquote You Suck, I Suck, Let\rquote s Change the Alpha Quadrant\rdblquote\par
11:10AM to 12:Noon  Get Acquainted with Twister (clothing optional)\par
12 Noon  Lunch\par
1:PM to 2:PM  Cocksucking 101\par
2:15 Break\par
2:30 resume schooling with Mutual Masturbation\par
3:PM to 4:PM  Rim Jobbing 1A combined with Mob Informant Vinny the Mouse who wrote the bathroom wall article \ldblquote A Slip of the Tongue and You Could be in Deep Shit!\rdblquote\par
5:PM  Anal Play; a play about Anal and his best pals Taint & Scrotum\par
6:PM  Dinner break\par
\page\tab\lquote You love sucking your friend\rquote s cock.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You love your friend\rquote s ass.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You love humping your friend\rquote s ass.\rquote\par
\tab The implanted notions continued to fill Brad and Vance; the boys enjoyed slobbering on one another\emdash cock, balls, asshole, and face.  They enjoyed rubbing their naked bodies together, embracing one another, ass grabbing one another and topping their illicit togetherness off with a little humping.\par
\tab Mack enjoyed them, too.\par
\tab But wait!  There\rquote s more!\par
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\tab Brad had a little sister, Mindy.  She was nine.  She was cute, way cute.\par
\tab Brad had a Mom, Merrideth.  She was alright, 30ish, not bad looking in the looks department and was deemed worthy enough to mess with.  Mack was that way.\par
\tab After a few sessions at Mack\rquote s house Merrideth invited Mack to sup with them.  Vance was a near permanent fixture at the Finigan house and he was there for dinner as well.  Merrideth naturally had some inquiring questions for Mack; job, wife, school, why the interest in the imagination game at his age.  Mack figured she was feeling him out on a more esoteric level\emdash she wanted to know if he was a pervert and his interest in the fantasy game was for an ulterior reason.\par
\tab Mack skirted the subject by injecting other topics of interest; military, film student, backcountry trekker, the loss of his parents and the transition of having parents one day and not having parents the next day.  The subject of fantasy role playing never returned to the table.\par
\tab And Mindy farted.\par
\tab The little girl was a cutey, she sat next to Mack and seemed to like him.  Mack had that appeal.  At nine years young the tyke was beginning to \ldblquote bud.\rdblquote   Her hair of brown was curled hanging loosely down her shoulders midway.  Heavenly blue eyes, a sweet-sweet face of lily white.  Dainty little earrings adorned her lobes, a small mouth, small teeth.  Mack imagined his cum squirting onto her sweet face\emdash then everywhere else.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t sure for certain but didn\rquote t think Brad and Mindy were naughty.  They might be on a low-low level; exposure or something but nothing like Touchy/Feely like at the Fat Bottom Goat Farm.\par
\tab After dinner, Mack helped out with the clean up and dishes.  Merrideth appreciated that\emdash of course, Mack had an ulterior motive there.  Of course!\par
\page\tab When the kids left for their own rooms and were safely out of sight Mack put his moves on Merrideth.  She didn\rquote t respond to the verbal input but the minding device hot in his hands let him know that she was his to manipulate as he saw fit.\par
\tab And Mack Borelin saw fit to lower the woman\rquote s beige slacks, spend a precious moment admiring her in her flowery panties before lowering them as well.  Then, pressing Merrideth against the sink counter, the fondling and groping began.\par
\tab Merrideth didn\rquote t react and Mack \ldblquote got busy\rdblquote .\par
\tab But not too busy\emdash the noise of the children and their music was distracting.  The boys and Mindy were in a battle of the tunes, each turning their own specific music choice up a little louder than the other.  Mack had his hands down the front of Merrideth\rquote s slacks fingering out her pussy while his cock throbbed incessantly down between her legs.\par
\tab But the distraction was too much and he had to settle it.\par
\tab Leaving a Subject while his cock was ready to bust didn\rquote t sit well with Mack; he went to the boys first and had a momentary disruption concerning his plan\emdash the loud music and the boys\rquote  high level of energetic emotions made overwhelming their young minds difficult.  But not impossible.\par
\tab Once they were settled (and their blaring grunge music turned way-way down) it was time for Mindy.  Mindy, across the hall askew had changed into short denim shorts and was fancifully flipping about to her own music which was a popular fast tune her and her peers enjoyed.\par
\tab The EMAD was unable to sway the child due to the interference of the trendy music set to a higher level unacceptable to adults but just fine for the younger set.  Tapping on the wall as he stood in the doorway got the girl\rquote s attention.  She shrieked at the sudden intrusion but only to the level of being startled.  The music was turned down politely; Mindy all grins, blushing, and Mack saw her panties on the floor by her other pants she had been wearing for dinner.\par
\tab The girl continued to be embarrassed.  Mack stood casually leaning against the door frame, \ldblquote What\rquote s that called?\rdblquote  he asked trying to keep his eyes from the girl\rquote s panties.\par
\tab\ldblquote Summer Girls.\rdblquote  she said standing swishing herself at her stereo rack system by her desk.  The girl\rquote s room was a little messy, but not overly so.  Clothes were picked up\emdash\lquote cept for her underwear; rock posters on the wall; a hamster in a plastic cage whose name was \ldblquote Zippity.\rdblquote   A nice room with purple and lavender colors, two twin beds, mauve thick carpeting, and a swishing young girl wearing no panties\'85\par
\page\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s your pet\rquote s name?\rdblquote  Mack asked although it was only obvious.\par
\tab\ldblquote Zippity!\rdblquote  exclaimed the girl.\par
\tab It was only for a distraction as the girl went to the cage to get the critter out\emdash she was zapped by the EMAD Mack had hidden in his folded arms.  She stood absolutely still in the quiet room and Mack felt exhausted already.\par
\tab\lquote Take your shorts down.\rquote  \par
\tab With no hesitation young Mindy pushed down her denim shorts.\par
\tab No panties.\par
\tab Mack wondered if she went to school or church without her undies on?  He wondered if the girl was naughty with her brother in some way\emdash and was he naughty with her in the same token?  Funny, Mack hadn\rquote t quizzed the girl\rquote s brother before.\par
\tab On his knees he took some time to linger in lustful awe at the girl\rquote s nakedness.  A soft smooth cunt greeted him.  He took the girl\rquote s top off and she WAS naked.  Mack was well pleased and took the girl\rquote s beauty in a moment more before hoisting her up onto her bed.\par
\tab More astute gandering of the girl\rquote s body as she was laid out across her bed, legs open.  Her bald beaver fully captivated Mack\rquote s attention and slowly did he go down on her.  Just the slight hint of pee.  His mind went into overload as tons of sensations began to tingle and come alive.  There were none such actions when molesting/groping the girl\rquote s Mother.  \par
\tab With expertise the tongue went flicking all over increasing the sensations prompting a more intense lick-out of Mindy\rquote s cunt.  His thumbs pressed in a massaging manner all about the poon; cupping her little ass with his hands the increased sensations intensified bringing Mack to a new heightened level of sexual want.\par
\tab Engulfing the whole of Mindy\rquote s twat Mack somewhat satiated his lust drive but it wouldn\rquote t hold for much longer.  His tongue powerfully worked its way into her trench finding resistance therein suggesting she was still an intact virgin.\par
\tab But not for very much longer.\par
\tab Mack finally pulled back; he was sweating all over, heart beating near out of his chest and his cock near bursting out of his pants.  Time to get naked.  \par
\tab The boys remained as they had been left, sitting on a bed.  Mack stood before them and told them \ldblquote get naked.\rdblquote   \par
\tab In the kitchen, Merrideth remained at the sink counter.  Mack\rquote s lust was still great and though he wanted to fuck Mindy\rquote s brains out, spank her ass tomato red, then fuck her beaten ass, squirt love onto her face\emdash\par
\page\tab Pangs were taken in stripping off Merrideth\rquote s clothes.  She wouldn\rquote t respond to verbal commands or commands sent electronically from the EMAD.  Her mind was locked and Mack would have to settle for that (and undress her himself.)\par
\tab The deed wasn\rquote t too difficult just time consuming.\tab  Her flowery panties were the last to slip off her long legs.  Then she was positioned on the cleared dinner table, legs open.  The woman\rquote s bush was trim with just a slight patch on each side of her sex.  Her pussy was a little musty but not reeking.  Mack helped himself to her snatch and licked his fill before his cock said in a demanding tone \ldblquote HEY!  GET ME IN THERE!\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack complied; with eyes closed he thought of shoving his fuck stick into Mindy\rquote s mouth instead of her Mother\rquote s cunt.  But whatever.  It felt good just the same and as soon as he had gone all the way in the image of Mindy faded and all that mattered then was to fuck Merrideth\rquote s brains out.\par
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\tab Her pussy wasn\rquote t tight but it was snug.  Merrideth jiggled on the dinner table as she was humped; nice sizable globes the woman had making Mack\rquote s doing of her all the more.  Slamming his cock into her womanness increased his lust and after a couple of minutes he was filling her interior with his liquid love.  Two hard incredible squirts there was followed by a little jutting seepage.  His energy level tumbled a little; but laying on the sweating heaving woman he took on her delicious globes and suckled them like a baby.\par
\tab On her bed, Mindy remained, eyes wide shut (so to speak.)  Her mind was locked in a \ldblquote sleep mode\rdblquote  kind of awakeness.  Mack went straight to her cunny; licking, lapping, nipping before sliding up her young naked body gliding his cock against her cunt.  \par
\tab His cock, of course, was too much for her to take fully but he managed to get the head in.  She would need breaking in.  Of course, Mack knew if he was a real dog he wouldn\rquote t care for her and just shove his fuckstick into her and let it be that at that.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s cock wasn\rquote t sufficiently hard enough, anyways, to make the full vaginal penetration.  He languished on her, kissing on her grinding his cock hard against her before sliding up to hump her chest them have her suck on the head of his aching cum squirter.\par
\tab Then he turned her over and found more love with her ass.\par
\tab What the draw was to a girl\rquote s ass was he didn\rquote t know.  \ldblquote Hey, she\rquote s got a nice ass!\rdblquote   \ldblquote Damn, that\rquote s a tight ass!\rdblquote  but what did it mean?  Did a nice ass, tight ass, refer someway to her pussy or overall body?  Mindy had a nice ass and a nice bod to go with it.\par
\page\tab The skin of Mindy\rquote s butt was smooth\emdash as it oughta be.  Cool, warm, and alluring the ass of Mindy Finigan pulled Mack into another realm he enjoyed but had little to no idea as to why.  \par
\tab Spanking.\par
\tab In part, he assumed the deliverance of spanking was in someway a sexual need to be satisfied on some parental level.  It was also in part an empowerment malevolence; as were most sexual assault cases the perp committing the assault did it not so much for the sexual gratification but for the showing of power; the prowess of instilling upon whoever who was in charge\emdash a caveman mentality.  \par
\tab To Mack, it didn\rquote t matter (much) that the girl was not aware of being swatted.  He sort of kind of wanted her to but let it be and rendered the girl\rquote s ass a lovely shade of red before stopping.  His hand stung, the girl\rquote s ass was more than warm\emdash fingering her hole and applying a generous gob of sperm anal intrusion began.\par
\tab\lquote Are you and your brother naughty?\rquote\par
\tab It was a vague question as the level of \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  covered a wide variety including touching and feeling, exposure, handjobs, oral and so on.  He got no response regardless and was with the head of his cock and a bit of shaft into her asshole.\par
\tab\lquote Do you and your brother \ldblquote touch\rdblquote  each other?\rquote  sexually speaking.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sometimes.\rdblquote  the girl said in a muffled manner.\par
\tab Sometimes the brother and sister \ldblquote showed\rdblquote  themselves; exposure was one thing, accidental or otherwise.  But Brad and Mindy willingly showed themselves naked to the other\emdash usually during bathing times, dressing, and when their Mom wasn\rquote t in the house.\par
\tab Sometimes Brad blatantly masturbated in front of his sister; Mindy spread her legs and let him get close but fear freaked her out and she quickly would close them preventing him from jerking off of onto her.\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t want that on me!\rdblquote  she would cry out\emdash making note of her brother\rquote s splooge. \par
\tab Sometimes she masturbated her brother, fondled his balls, and got him excited enough that he DID squirt his splooge.  It grossed her out and she very seldom would jerk him off.\par
\tab Sometimes Mindy let her brother finger her pussy. \par
\tab No oral, no anal.\par
\tab Mindy had seen a dog and a goat and a horse fuck.\par
\tab Brad had seen a teenage couple fuck.\par
\page\tab After the spanking and anal fucking of Mindy, and the picking of her mind, Mack left the girl putting her into a deep sleep.  Her asshole he had fucked but not all the way.  He did leave in her hole a significant spillage.  He wanted to spank her some more and there was an ever increasing desire to fuck her cunt.\par
\tab\lquote You want to fuck your sister?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes!\rdblquote  that was a given.\par
\tab\lquote You want to fuck your Mom?\rquote\par
\tab That was met with a long pause.  He sorta-kinda did but the concept, the actuality of him even having a slight-remote possible chance of sinking his cock into his Mom\rquote s cunt made the concept a little elusive. \par
\tab There was no holding back; Mack brought the boys into Mindy\rquote s room then put the boys thru their paces (sucking one another) while he fondled (fingered) Mindy.  \par
\tab Watching the boys on the floor sixty-nining got Mack very hard.  He was exhausted on one hand but horny as all get out on the other.  The naked boys thrilled him; naked Mindy thrilled him even more.  He knew before he left that night he would have fucked Mindy Michelle Finigan\emdash no doubt about it.\par
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\tab No doubt about it, naked Brad and Vance were nice looking as they rolled about the floor spanking one another, slobbering on one another\rquote s tool; rim jobbing, handjobbing, and grinding their young naked teen bodies together.\par
\tab At length Mack brought Brad up to his sister and with some tweaking to the lad\rquote s mind prompted him to fuck his sister in a semi willing manner.  To Brad, Mindy was just as willing and to Mindy, she was just plain willing.  Brad firstly sucked on Mack\rquote s cock then sucked on his sister.  In a confusing manner it was instilled in their minds that Mack was NOT present\emdash but then again he was.\par
\tab For Brad\emdash it was a dream cum true!  His sister was finally going to allow him to fuck her brains out.  His sex was already enhanced by his fooling with his best friend.  Mack held the little girl\rquote s left leg and watched with a Devil\rquote s gleam as Brad\rquote s schlong slid with some effort into his sister quim.  The hymen was easily busted with little to show for it (blood) and Brad sunk in about half way before pumping.\par
\tab Meanwhile, Vance firstly came to slobber on Mack\rquote s tool then was re-directed to Brad\rquote s sweaty ass to lick it, lick the hole, then suck on the flapping balls between the boy\rquote s legs.\par
\page\tab After thoroughly cunt busting his sister\rquote s cunt, Brad Sherwood Finigan fell away holding his aching cock in some agony.  It was during that time that his mind was free from the electronic gadget of Mack and he realized that he had just fucked his sister AND Mack was naked with them; the young boy also knew that Vance was with them and he, too, was naked.\par
\tab Confusion, though, reigned supreme confining the boy long enough for Mack to reinitiate mind control.  Brad fought it off (and never released the grip on his cock!)  Mack\rquote s determination was greater than Brad\rquote s and Brad once fell to the curious wiles of electronic domination.\par
\tab Then Vance took his turn while Mack sodomized Brad.\par
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\tab Mack didn\rquote t think it could get any better\emdash while one lad humped the girl, he himself humped the boy.  Mindy got the dicking of her young life then she got more.  Mack.\par
\tab Already, though, his cock was well worn out.  The day had come to an end, the phone rang a few times; once he thought he heard someone knocking at the door.  If whoever was customarily a visitor or family friend of the Finigans then they might wander around to a window to see if anything was amiss\emdash and would get an eyeful when seeing the naked Merrideth Finigan laid out naked on her dinner table.  That would be a sight to see for sure.\par
\tab But not as much as the carryings on inside Mindy\rquote s bedroom.\par
\tab Mack could take no more; he and his cock needed a rest.\par
\tab Brad and Vance had fucked Mindy, humped her asshole, then humped her sweet face with the implanted notion that from henceforth at least once a day they would fuck.  At least once a day Mindy would suck off her brother and if Vance was present (as he usually was) she would suck him, too!  \par
\tab A shower was in need and Mack took it and did so alone.  A refreshing hot shower followed by a cold one.  Merrideth was taken to her bedroom; Mack raided the fridge for more potent sustenance and found imported beer to suit him.\par
\tab The boys were \ldblquote asleep\rdblquote  on Mindy\rquote s bed, Mindy was with Mack sitting on his lap in the living room.  A calmness came over Mack, helped by the imported beer.  After a big sigh, a fart, he settled in the chair and promptly slipped off to a welcomed sleep.\par
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Bang the sheep slowly (that way they wont know they are being banged)\par
\tab What happens when you take a really skanky sex story and dress it up in a lot of flowery words?  You get the Bible, of course!  Or large chunks of it, anyway.  Sure, rather than using phrases such as \ldblquote reverse frog squat\rdblquote  or Around-the-World\rdblquote  Biblical sex is referenced almost exclusively as \ldblquote coming in unto\rdblquote .  But once you get past the unimaginative verbs, the Bible has some nasty, nasty stories.  Such as:\par
 \tab The most famous referenced is:  Lot Has Drunk, Drunk Sex in a Cave with His Daughters.  Sunday school lessons tend to focus on God turning Lot\rquote s wife into a pillar of salt like she\rquote s starring in a Hollywood horror movie.  It\rquote s the sort of imagery that might distract you from something like flagrant incest.  But sure enough, we find at Genesis 19:30-36 great debauchery perpetuated by two incestuous harlots. \par
\tab Something tells us Lot\rquote s daughters would lose any drinking game.\par
 \tab If you've done it in a cave and you've done it with your Dad, then you\rquote ve probably also done it tangled in Fruit By The Foot or by accident with a vegetable.\par
 \tab Speaking of people who might want to steer clear of drinking games, the Bible seems to blame the whole thing on booze, a strategy you'll recognize from work the morning after karaoke night.  The alcohol is most always is wine; which raises the question:  how much wine do you have to drink before you became oblivious to the fact that you were having sex with your daughter--a second time?\par
\tab Next up in debauchery thru the Biblical pages:\par
\tab Jacob, Two Sisters, and What the Hell, a Handmaid\par
 \tab In Genesis 29: 21-28, Jacob had taken a job where he was to be paid entirely in woman.  His boss, Laban, promised his daughter Rachel in exchange for seven years of work.  After the seven years, Laban pulled a fast one and swapped in his ugly daughter, Leah, instead:\par
\tab\ldblquote And Jacob said unto Laban, \lquote Give me my wife, for my days are fulfilled, that I might go unto her.\rquote   And it came to pass that in the evening that he took Leah his daughter and brought her to him; and he went unto her.  And Laban gave unto his daughter Leah, Zilpah, his maid for a handmaid.  And it came to pass that in the morning, behold, it was Leah.\rdblquote\par
 \tab Despite the sugar coating the Bible writers professed to be, Jacob \ldblquote got some.\rdblquote  And he got a lot!  Kinky.\page  \tab Unless Leah and Rachel were identical sisters there is very little reason why Jacob wouldn\rquote t realize fairly early in the process that he had the wrong drunken slut.  Who knows, maybe they were serving some of Lot\rquote s date-rape wine at the party.\par
 \tab The Torah offers further exposition in Megillah 13b:  Jacob and Rachel had actually expected Laban to perform the wife-swap and devised a secret signal to reveal that it was really her under the veil (apparently lifting the veil was too obvious a solution). \par
 \tab However, in a last-minute display of womanly wile (what Toran scholars agree is \ldblquote bitchiness\rdblquote  in modern English), Rachel taught Leah the signal, and she used it to double-double cross Jacob; fucking him in every possible meaning of the word. \par
 \tab After waking up to the presumably hideous Leah, Jacob offered to work another seven years just to get Rachel.  (Damn!  That\rquote s messed up!  How ugly can one chick be and by the same token, how hot did Rachel have to be for some bloke to work his balls off to \ldblquote go unto her?\rdblquote   This teaches Christians today that the Rachel of Genesis was hotter than the Rachel of Friends.\par
 \tab Hey, it only gets weirder as you go along\par
 \tab If you read the passage again you\rquote ll notice that right in the middle of it is mention of a third woman: Zilpah, Leah\rquote s \ldblquote hand maid.\rdblquote   She\rquote s right between the verse commencing the night of boning and the verse concluding it.  What was she doing there?  Watching?   Learning?  Taking notes?  \par
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 \tab God Gives You Tips on How to Hold Your Load\par
 `If you've ever heard masturbation referred to as \ldblquote onanism\rdblquote , well, you've got one guy to thank.  Onan was apparently one of the pioneers in the art of ejaculating somewhere other than into a sex partner, as we see in Judah 38:8-10:\par
\tab\ldblquote And Judah said unto Onan, \lquote Go into unto thy brother\rquote s wife, and marry her, raise up seed to thy brother.\rquote  And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother\rquote s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest he should give seed to his brother.  And the thing that he did displeased God wherefore he slew him also.\rdblquote\par
 \tab Wow!  Talk about filth!  Larry Flint would be proud!  Little wonder why some preachers smile so much and bounce back and forth behind their pulpits\emdash they\rquote ve got a woody going on in their $500 suits!\par
\page\tab But talk about awkward, there\rquote s something a woman never forgets; you\rquote re a simple Bible slut getting busy with your husband\rquote s brother, he spills his splooge on the ground and promptly gets slain by the God.\par
 \tab Talk about awkward.\par
 \tab This story became the basis for Christian arguments against masturbation.  The story does not address the counter-argument:  what if God has no righteous purpose for your semen that particular day and you're just bored? \par
 \tab But more importantly, what about women?  Sure, they don\rquote t have seeds to spill at their whimsy; yet female masturbation never comes up in the thousand or so pages in which there is ramblings about everything from having almonds in your diet to how an awesome robe.  Surely a fair God who loves all His children equally wouldn\rquote t allow women to fingerbate and not just men!\par
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I Thought She Was a Prostitute, But She Was My Daughter-in-Law!\par
 \tab Try to find all the things wrong in this passage, from Gen. 38:15-16\par
\tab\ldblquote When Judah saw her, he thought her to be a harlot; because she had covered her face.  And he turned to her by the way and said, \lquote Go to, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee\rquote ; for he knew not that she was his daughter in-law.\rdblquote   WTF!?!?\par
\tab You\rquote  think the Bible would have just edited out all of the misconceptions involving veils considering how many times people accidentally have sex with the wrong person.  Pesky veils, and now our only excuses are\emdash like\emdash alcohol.  Right, Lot? \par
 \tab Of course us modern westerners probably don\rquote t realize the kind of impact a veil can have on a relationship.  Our women are free to just walk around with their faces flapping in the wind, proclaiming their identity to the world. \par
 \tab Note that the frisky femme above is the same femme (Tamar) who got to witness Onan being slain by the LORD for coitus interruptus.  Getting right back on that horse, Tamar!  Only instead of a horse, it's Judah--Onan's dad.  Score! \par
 \tab If you don\rquote t\rquote  think that\rquote s hot, you\rquote ve, never been to a really drunk family reunion where everyone is wearing veils (and no one is aware it\rquote s a family reunion!)\par
\page Solomon Gives Boobies 10 Fingers Up!\par
\tab Solomon\rquote s Song, which he creatively titled Song of Solomon, was mostly about boobies.  Hooters.  Gazabas.  Bodacious ta-tas.  The below references can be seen in 1:13, and 2:6, and 4:5, and 4:16, and 5:4, and 7:7-8 and 8:10.  OK, the whole damn thing was pretty much \ldblquote Titties, titties, I love titties.\rdblquote  Go look it up, I\rquote ll wait.\par
\tab\ldblquote He shall lie all night between my breasts.  His left hand under my head, his right doth embrace me; thy young breasts are like two young roes that are twins feeding upon lilies.  Come blow upon my garden, that my spices thereof may flow out.  My beloved put his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.  They stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.  I will go up the palm tree, and grasp the boughs.  I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers.\rdblquote\par
\tab Holy fucking sheep shit!\par
\tab\lquote my bowels were moved for him.\rquote  \par
\tab\lquote come blow upon my garden.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote my beloved put his hand by the \ldblquote hole of the door\rdblquote .\par
\tab\lquote thy stature is like a palm tree.\rquote\par
\tab I\rquote m screeching here\emdash and laughing on the inside when I recall fondly reciting said passages in Sunday school as well as participating in the full reading of the Bible page to page during the first week of every year in a grand church some time ago.\par
\tab We don\rquote t know why this is in the Bible (and we don\rquote t care!)\par
 \tab The reference to women with towering breasts has caused some confusion, though.  Since we prefer a literal interpretation, we think Solomon\rquote s concubines had breasts that were three stories tall with look-out posts in the cleavage.  Either way, the Bible is a bigger supporter of breasts than a push-up bra!\par
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\tab The little church by the river had gone thru several name changes and dominations.  The little church by the river had at one time as few as a dozen on any given service attendance to as many as five hundred.  There had been revivals, dedications, expansions, miracles, and so on and so forth.  Ye.\par
\tab The prospects of acquiring social venues for reasons of eradicating loneliness was the primary reasoning for visiting the quaint church that had settled to a number of 440 in regular attendance on a regular basis.  The church was situated near a semi-major river.  Most of the year, though, that river was dry.  But it was fed from a high mountain lake reservoir and water did flow \ldblquote now and then.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab An entire neighborhood dwelled by the river; there was a train track and trestle, horse corrals, and very low income residents residing as best they could under dire circumstances.  Little Redneckville the area by the river was sometimes aptly named.  In many of the yards there were parts of cars, car parts, and weeds big enough and numerous enough to hide a small army.  \par
\tab The residents were separated by a large very large dirt berm in hopes t keep those residents from being flooded out should the dam at the lake fifty minutes away give way.\par
\tab The area around the church was not rundown per se; but there were some homes in need of TLC.  An alley ran behind the church with the immediate backyards having corrugated tin sheets to serve as fencing and privacy.  On the right of the church was an empty lot of weeds, engine blocks, tire piles.  It served as a so-so playground for the Little Redneckville redneck children to play.  The church children\emdash who were also redneck offspring, played there as well.\par
\tab To the left was the back end of some north facing apartments.\par
\tab In the cab of a blue modern day pick-up a man sat with head tilted back reeling in the awesomeness of receiving a tumultuous blowjob.  The man appeared to be in his mid 40s, slight graying at the temples with raven jet black hair.  He was well groomed; hardened features, and very serious most of the time.  The assorted tools in the bed of the truck suggested the man was a contractor, oilfield related.\par
\tab The one giving the man the awesome blowjob was none other than his own precious daughter.  And more to it, she was \ldblquote not of age.\rdblquote   Of course, where incest is concerned there was no \ldblquote of age\rdblquote  proper.  The giving girl had long silky blond hair and tenaciously did she slurp on her Daddy\rquote s dong.  The Daddy (Paul) caressed his daughter\rquote s backside, slipping a hand down to her butt clad in a short-short skirt\'85\par
\tab Paul caressed his daughter\rquote s butt; she\rquote s was nigh but ten years young, slim body, long legs, yellow panties.  By her cocksucking action it seemed as if though the girl knew what she was doing.  Whether or not a minding device was in use was not certain, it didn\rquote t appear to be so.  \par
\tab The caressing segued to more with Paul\rquote s Daddy fingers slipping inside those yellow panties to \ldblquote cop a feel\rdblquote  of her delicious young ass.  Fondle-fondle fondle!  His fingers went down into the girl\rquote s crack and his cock fully disappeared into daughter Christine\rquote s mouth.\par
\page\tab Paul reeled, shuddered, and began blowing his load into his sweet child\rquote s mouth.  The sperm ran down his shaft coating her hands.  The little girl continued to suck, though, getting every bit of love from her Daddy\rquote s tool.\par
\tab Daddy Paul rolled his eyes back and made an audible noise as the final juts of his love spunk squirted into his daughter\rquote s mouth.  Christine pulled back smacking her lips, grinning and blushing.  Paul slid down to the seat placing his mouth to the crotch of his daughter engulfing it.  The panties were worked down and Paul slid himself to be under Christine.  Her legs straddled his head with her young cunny right on his face.  A voracious licking began with Christine working his manhood all the more.\par
\tab Once more did Paul squirt his special love, most anointing his lovely nearly naked daughter\rquote s face.  His tongue had gotten quite a work out licking out her hairless poon.  The air inside the cab of the pick-up was a little stale to a lot stanky.  The man pulled himself together, sat up and powered down the windows.  Christine knew that what they were doing was over and pulled her panties back on then began brushing her hair.\par
\tab Paul farted and ran a comb thru his hair, sprayed the stale air with some house spray then the two got out of the truck and returned to their church already in progress.\par
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\tab The two were not the ones doing naughty on church property.  The parking lot was busy with naughty shenanigans.  In a modern day conventional van it was observed a grandfather type person in the midst of serious naughty shenanigans.\par
\tab Grandpa John was naked.\par
\tab Grandpa John was naked pressing his nakedness up against his pre-teen granddaughter who was also naked.  Beside them on her hands and knees was the younger sister of the naked pre-teen.  Grandpa John, in his mid sixties, light growth of beard, blue twinkly eyes, some tats but in good taste and nothing suggesting Satanic worship, sweated greatly as he \ldblquote put it to\rdblquote  his twelve year granddaughter, Breanne.\par
\tab Breanne, on her back, legs out widely, took her Grandpa\rquote s cock FULLY into her young sex.  Her young breasts jiggled with pert nipples very erect.  The van rocked a little and when John realized it he tried to lessen the herky-jerky movements he was causing.\par
\tab That only lasted momentarily as his lust for schlepping his salami into his granddaughter took precedent.  And while he schlepped his salami into his granddaughter\emdash he fingered the other granddaughter.\par
\page\tab The \ldblquote other\rdblquote  granddaughter was ten, very slim body, blond hair in serious curls and down to her shoulder as opposed to her sister who had dark hair that was straight unstyled down to her butt.  Samantha giggled as her naughty Grandpa fingered her pussy and asshole.  The man roamed his hand all over her tiny butt, squeezed the cheeks and made dutiful finger penetrations to her sex and funk hole.\par
\tab John finally unleashed his tumultuous load shoving his fuck stick fully into his granddaughter.  He gave a mighty grunt with his cock humping madly until there was no more to give.  Then he pulled out and humped Breanne\rquote s well fucked cunt before laying off to one side.  Little Samantha crawled onto her sister laying across her and began tugging on her Grandpa\rquote s soiled schlong.\par
\tab John smiled, he was out of breath and energy but pulled on the girl maneuvering her to where her cunt was on her sister\rquote s face.  Breanne began instinctively licking out her little sister while the little sister licked off the splooge spilled onto Breanne.\par
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\tab When John \ldblquote I\rquote m a naughty grandpa\rdblquote  got his energy back, he quickly checked his watch and frowned.  He sighed, farted, then lay fondling his very happy prick.  Breanne had propped open one of the van\rquote s tinted windows as well as the roof vent.  She stood straddling her naughty Grandpa and it made him smile.\par
\tab After caressing the girl\rquote s legs and viewing her wondrous cunt the naughty grandpa turned his attention to the younger girl.  Samantha lay beside them quietly singing some church songs to herself toying with the strands of her hair making braids.  John brought her onto his naked sweaty body and proceeded to lick out her cunt.  Samantha meanwhile once more took her attention to the naughty prick that was only partly engorged.\par
\tab She flopped the member, sucked on the head, rolled her tongue about the now super sensitive glans and crown followed by diddling her tongue into the piss slit.  It drove her Daddy crazy; he clenched and clenched her pert little ass and drove his tongue into her soft smooth hairless snatch.\par
\tab More cum spewed from his aged cock squirting all over the precious angelic face of the girl who had yet to even have her period yet.  Her Grandpa shuddered all over and then sighed deeply.  He was worthless.  Sam wriggled her sex on his face, giggled, peed a little, tooted, then slid off.  Sister Breanne took up a washcloth, wetted it from the sink and washed herself off then did the same to her sister.  The girls dressed and their Grandpa slowly dressed.  After sprucing up a bit more they exited the van and made their way back to the church.\par
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I think I Love to Bang You!\par
\tab It was noticed two teenage boys \ldblquote up to something.\rdblquote   The two boys had just come out of a side door from the church; the church comprised of a main building with two elongated buildings running outward like arms with a grassy/brick courtyard with fountain feature between.  \par
\tab The boys were escorting a young red haired girl.\par
\tab Yeah, they were up to something and worthy of investigating.\par
\tab The red haired girl didn\rquote t seem to be more than seven or so, maybe a bit younger but not by much.  The boys; one had raven black hair while the other who seemed to be a bit older had reddish brown hair.  It was deduced, then, that the little red haired girl was related to him.\par
\tab Out to a funky painted 1960s era van the trio went and then inside.\par
\tab Inside, the interior was with funky paneling, carpeting, ceiling, and lights.  There were captain chairs in front as well as in the cargo/passenger area.  The little girl, \ldblquote Tracie\rdblquote  seemed strangely (but all to familiarly) out of it.  Spacey, drugged, EMADed.  Freckles a plenty adorned her sweet young face, skinny arms and legs, and a basic flat body.  But at seven years young what did you expect?\par
\tab A short sleeved shirt the girl wore; red threads with alternate colors throughout with a matching short-short skirt; red knee socks, matching dress shoes.  Red braids in her flaming red hair, too.  She was a cutey and the boys with her were after that cuteness.  \par
\tab The girl\rquote s brother, eighteen year old Keith, got on his knees behind her, patted her sides, then raised her dress.  The other boy, Greg, stood up massaging himself looking onto the cutey with some illicit fascination.  Tracey did nothing but stand still; oblivious, mindless.\par
\tab With the dress up to the arms, brother Keith took a security check, a nervous look around, then pulled off the Summery churchy dress leaving the girl clad in her non-matching basic white panties.\par
\tab Greg moaned and massaged himself; Keith unleashed his cock giving it a good stroking with one hand while the other rolled down Tracie\rquote s panties.  Greg stepped up closer; Keith guided his sister\rquote s head/mouth to Greg\rquote s throbbing cock and worked her mouth onto the pulsing prong.\par
\tab Greg Grayson reeled as the little girl\rquote s mouth went down onto his cock.  Keith worked her head back and forth until she took over the task naturally.  Then, while Tracie sucked, Keith removed her panties then positioned himself directly up behind her and began to rub his cock all over her ass.\par
\page\tab A minute later and Greg Grayson was cumming off.  A goodly quantity of his love juice had filled Tracie\rquote s mouth and was oozing out the corners of her mouth.  Pulling out, Greg humped the child\rquote s face with his cock right up against her nose tightly as if he were in her pussy or asshole.\par
\tab Tracie\rquote s brother had managed a bit of his brotherly schlong into her asshole but being ten years older, Keith\rquote s dick was significantly larger in diameter than the girl\rquote s hole.  The head was about it.  But it was enough, he rubbed his brotherly prick all over her petite butt, gouging the crack, and rubbing himself between her legs and yea her hairless cunt.\par
\tab Greg sat back to watch as Keith pulled the mindless sibling onto his lap working his cock into her slit.  And as with her asshole, only the head  made entry.  But Keith had something in the works to make it so he could get into the girl\rquote s tight virgin holes.\par
\tab In the meantime\emdash hump-hump-hump.\par
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\tab Meanwhile, on the other side of the church-in-progress sat a grungy man in a beat up pick-up.  He needed a shave, haircut, spruced up, and etc.  He sat with a little girl of ten on his lap; she needed a new dress.  Redneck folk, low income po\rquote folk, poor white trash.  The girl had thick brown hair just covering her eyes, a flat face, a perky nose, and small-small teeth.\par
\tab The man was the nervous type but he had a reason.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yer Ma sure takin\rquote  her time.\rdblquote  bitched the man.\par
\tab The girl said nothing but grunted and made face as if she were straining to push out a healthy turd.  But it wasn\rquote t a turd in her ass but something else.  Little Jena squirmed, twisted, and grunted to the point where as the man whose lap she sat on got pissed and smacked her thigh.\par
\tab\ldblquote Settle down, damn you!\rdblquote  he almost yelled.\par
\tab Little Jena squirmed and twisted so \lquote cause step-daddy in training Rory\rquote s cock was buried to the hilt up her ass\emdash and it was damned uncomfortable.\par
\tab\ldblquote You want a damn spankin\rquote  again?\rdblquote  Rory harshly spat into her ear.\par
\tab Jena shook her head NO but the presence of his cock up her ass began to feel just as bad as the whoppin\rquote .\par
\tab Rory put his hands to her hips and worked her up and down; when his cock popped out of her hole, \ldblquote Put it back in!\rdblquote  he shouted and the girl complied.\par
\tab Jena reached down between her legs and put the man who was destined to be her new daddy back into her asshole.  She grunted and couldn\rquote t help but twist her young body.  Rory gripped her tightly working her up and down moaning \ldblquote take it all, bitch, take it the fuck all!\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Rory wasn\rquote t getting satisfied enough or the way he wanted and angrily pulled the girl off of him flinging her to the passenger side.  With his head rolled back he feverishly wanked himself but still wasn\rquote t able to cum\emdash which was his optimum objective.  He blamed Jena.\par
\tab A little pissed off he thrashed about having Jena hold her legs back with her hands at the back of her knees.  His wild dark eyes stared at her nakedness and clenching asshole.  \par
\tab With lust in his face he went down on the girl mouthing \ldblquote I love your sweet pussy, Jena.\rdblquote  and then he munched-munched-munched shoving a finger into her asshole he had just been fucking.\par
\tab Soon and the man was on top of the girl trying to drive his cock into her sort of virgin cunt.  Jena fussed preventing entry causing Rory to get even more pissed.  Roughly the man humped the girl\rquote s cunt trying to get his member in; Jena fought back wrestling out from under the man, opening the door and falling out.\par
\tab The fall wasn\rquote t easy and she clunked her head on the pavement.\par
\tab Rory already pissed struggled to get out of the truck when\emdash\par
\tab An unseen \ldblquote force\rdblquote  connected with the half naked pissed man sending him back into his truck\emdash a little dazed and a lot confused.  Little Jena stood up\emdash or was \ldblquote helped\rdblquote  to stand up.  \par
\tab When Rory came to his senses\emdash little Jena was gone\'85\par
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I think I want to bang you, Part II\par
\tab Keith Edgetrap had a problem; usually it was his numerous siblings but it had come to light that he was indeed the \ldblquote man of the house\rdblquote  and should act like one.  It had been years since Daddy Edgetrap had passed away unexpectedly leaving the family without a proper provider.  Momma Edgetrap, Shirley, had office skills and worked at a bank.  But there was a house to keep and five children.  \par
\tab As Keith entered into higher teen age it came to him that he needed to take more responsibilities at home.  His coach at school suggested so.  Keith and some of his buddies had started up a small band and somehow he had entwined his family into being included.  His Mom, Shirley, had a beautiful voice and was well received wherever they went.\par
\tab After a few months of playing at fairs, outdoor arenas, school concerts, the city\rquote s civic auditorium the family cut a record.  The sells didn\rquote t sore to lofty heights but the bill collectors were satisfied and Keith got the big head.\par
\page\tab As stated, Keith\rquote s coach at school took notice and had a chat with the up coming star.  Keith had never been too popular at school and his grades were not all that swift, either.  He needed an edge and his vocal talents as well as musical helped boost his personal moral.\par
\tab\ldblquote Being a star, popular, well known and well liked is fine an\rquote  all,\rdblquote  said his coach, \ldblquote but don\rquote t forget who helped put you there.\rdblquote  And he wasn\rquote t speaking about the fans.  It was the family of Keith\rquote s who encouraged their \ldblquote star\rdblquote  and lifted him to the lofty goal he so sought (popularity.)\par
\tab Keith thought over the conversation with his coach, who meant well but the words burned into Keith\emdash be responsible.  Keith decided that he should take on a more \ldblquote fatherly\rdblquote  role but in a brotherly manner.  But Keith was not a \ldblquote father\rdblquote  and his efforts therefore were lacking.  \par
\tab But he tried\emdash too hard.  Classical music shindigs in the park, trips to the museums, ballets at the civic, and anything culturally related.  Though Keith thought he was doing well and aiding his siblings in refinement\emdash the kids thought otherwise.  There was no time to be a kid, no time for themselves to be themselves or for plain old fashioned \ldblquote fun.\rdblquote\par
\tab Twelve year old flaming red haired Danny was the most fed up, followed by siblings Chris and Tracie and sixteen year old Laurie.  Laurie had seen the coming doom for her brother and although she and Keith had a good relationship (non-sexual) she; too, had had enough of the cultural crap.\par
\tab Danny initiated a \ldblquote get back at Keith\rdblquote  scheme.  Laurie was reluctant but when the Subject said for the weekend he was taking them to a new Art Exhibit she threw in her towel nodding, \ldblquote let\rquote s get him!\rdblquote\par
\tab One by one the kids began coming to Keith laying out their problems\emdash real or otherwise.  Tracie had a problem with a boy at school; Chris had a problem with a girl.  Danny was facing puberty, a bully, and the possibility flunking a class.\par
\tab Laurie had boy trouble, er\emdash troubles.  More than one boy sought her affections; she wasn\rquote t sure about her abilities at driving; her aspirations for college were waning\emdash she wanted to go to sky diving school and be a professional sky diver.\par
\tab The pressure finale came with Danny coming to his illustrious leader asking about \ldblquote the facts of life.\rdblquote   He wanted details as he was confused (and in the day and age of sexual frivolity so blatantly exposed on all mediums) it was little wonder.\par
\tab But it was too much for Keith and in his frustration of trying to explain \ldblquote life\rdblquote  to Danny and the other kids his own life began to unravel.  No new music, forgotten homework, and no social life\emdash girlfriend dumped him.\par
\page\tab Then one night when he was about to come to a new direction on how to handle the family problems\emdash he happened to overhear Danny and the others ripping on their brother and applauding themselves about the success of their plan.  Even Shirley was in on the gag, but only in allowing the kids ruse their brother.\par
\tab Keith confronted his siblings and made hurtful eye contact with his Mom\emdash the ultimate let down.  He was hurt and humiliated and fled to the sanctity of not his bedroom but the garage (where he played his music.)\par
\tab The kids felt bad and knew that they had fucked up.  They felt bad, and Shirley felt worse for being a part of the ruse and going along with it\emdash and encouraging the siblings to continue even knowing that what they were doing would ultimately result in someone getting their feelings hurt.\par
\tab One by one the kids came into the garage and apologized personally to their big brother.  Tracie was first.  She felt very badly for dissen Keith and hugged him.  Chris followed and was very sad.  He apologized almost bursting into tears.  Danny was too embarrassed to speak\emdash but Keith and Danny were able to convey their tones, emotions, and feelings without words.\par
\tab Laurie hung back outside the garage feeling the worst.  She and Keith were \ldblquote buds\rdblquote , they were close in age and going along with the kids upset her the most.  Unlike Danny, Laurie couldn\rquote t hold back her emotions and let her feelings be known (and seen).\par
\tab Mother Shirley was the last and also felt damned for her going along with the kids.  She knew that she should have stopped them when she learned they were goofing their brother.  But she didn\rquote t and she felt very badly.\par
\tab A hug, a kiss, a pat, and all was forgiven.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you feel better, now?\rdblquote  Little Tracie asked of Keith.\par
\tab Keith sat in an armless chair, somewhat slumped, clutching his first (and favorite) guitar.  He nodded and offered a meek smile; Keith had the early 1970s look\emdash long dark hair, the \lquote 70s \ldblquote look\rdblquote , and dressed like he was from the 1970s.  His music was also from that early era and the people he played before liked it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Would you feel better if you spanked me?\rdblquote\par
\tab Why the little girl said such a thing\emdash unknown.  Discipline for the Edgetrap family was non-harmful and usually a harsh scolding was about it.  Loss of allowance, privileges, rights, and so on followed\emdash but no spanking.\par
\tab Keith sat up\emdash brightening up and all kinds of curious.\par
\page\tab Tracie took that as a cue and positioned herself across her brother\rquote s lap.  The girl wore a short-short flowery dress, sleeveless, thin, and didn\rquote t take much in the girl\rquote s movements to reveal her plain white panties.\par
\tab Keith could only stare at his usually timid sibling; sure, as a brother he had seen her in her underwear\emdash and less!  The same could be said for the others, especially (and including) sister Laurie.\par
\tab Back to Tracie.\par
\tab Tracie detected the lack of spanking from Keith so to further entice him she pushed down her basic white kiddie panties.  Keith\rquote s eyes nearly exploded out\emdash and his cock, too!\par
\tab No one moved, no one intervened, no one spoke.\par
\tab Keith slowly put his hand to his sister\rquote s willing butt and caressed it.  Small-small circles did he make; Tracie wriggled some working herself to where she could place her young hands on the garage floor positioning her ass more visible (and available.)\par
\tab It didn\rquote t seem that Keith had a choice and gave a quick sharp slap to the seven year old ass.  Tracie fidgeted and made a face (but her long flaming red hair hid her face and so no one knew her distress.)\par
\tab Another smack followed by another and then Keith was done\emdash sensing that his sister had had enough with her wriggling and young tender butt turning slightly red.  The girl was helped to stand and Keith himself pulled up her panties.  Another hug and she\rquote s done.  For now.\par
\tab Eight year Chris stepped up, offered a quirky expression then undone his pants pushing them down\emdash along with his underwear.  Then sheepishly he lay across his brother\rquote s lap.  Keith was a little perplexed but didn\rquote t take as long in delivery of retribution as he had with Tracie.\par
\tab Three sharp smacks to Chris\rquote  bare ass and he was done.\par
\tab Danny felt at odds as he was up next.  At twelve, Danny did have qualms with being nude in front of the others.  His body was slim, he had flaming red hair like Tracie, freckles, and he just wasn\rquote t too happy with his nakedness.\par
\tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t have to.\rdblquote  Keith said with a smile and shoulder shrug.\par
\tab Danny checked siblings Chris and Tracie, \lquote if they can do it--\rquote\par
\tab And with that he undone his pants, pushed them down taking his tidy-whiteys with them.  His cock was at half mast.  Tracie blushed while sister Laurie in waiting beamed.  Danny sloughed it off and lay across his brother\rquote s lap.  Keith was not so inclined to lay hands on his nearly teenage brother\rquote s ass\emdash it bordered on the line of \ldblquote gaydom.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab But three spanks in and Keith didn\rquote t care about the uneasiness.  He wanted to do more (and more) but Danny had had enough and quickly pulled himself together and stood off to one side pulling his clothes up.  Laurie was next.\par
\tab How many minutes there was between Danny\rquote s turn and Laurie\rquote s wasn\rquote t noted\emdash but more than one minute but less than ten.  Hesitantly, though, Laurie did move to her brother\rquote s lap; she wore light brown slacks, a simple top, and not much else.  Keith had the dark raven hair, siblings Chris, Tracie, and Danny had the flaming red hair while Laurie had rich light brown hair.  (Momma Shirley had honey blond hair.)\par
\tab More hesitation followed with Laurie mulling over the situation.\par
\tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t have to.\rdblquote  Keith conveyed to her without speaking.  \par
\tab Laurie sighed, someone burped\emdash someone farted.  Danny giggled, Shirley look disgusted (for whoever burped and farted.)  Laurie closed her eyes and held her fingers at the button to her slacks.  Keith\rquote s cock was raging; had he\rquote d known that he would have started spanking them long beforehand!\par
\tab At length, Laurie\rquote s slacks came undone and as they were of the \ldblquote loose fit\rdblquote  kind they simply fell to her ankles with ease leaving her naked right off.  No panties.  (no bra, either!)  Keith batted his eyes and Danny\rquote s bulging cock nearly exploded.  Young Chris got a healthy boner, too.\par
\tab Laurie also had no fur on her cunt, she liked a smooth hairless poon.  Well, didn\rquote t everyone!?  All eyes\emdash ALL eyes were on the teen\rquote s twat; she was greatly embarrassed but managed to grip herself and position herself across her brother\rquote s lap.\par
\tab Keith felt his bone ooze.  His mind went into sudden uproar with fanciful images of sinking his bone into Laurie.  The others came one by one, too.  Each sibling Keith imagined having his way with in some capacity\emdash Chris and Danny not the exception.  And it didn\rquote t matter that sibling Tracie was seven years young.  She had been the first willing to be spanked\emdash bare assed and held a special place in his heart (or maybe somewhere a little lower.)\par
\tab One smack\emdash two smack\emdash three smack\emdash four!\par
\tab Laurie twisted as the brotherly smacks to her ass began to sting.  She could well enough feel the burning and discomfort brought by the intense discipline\emdash she could also feel his prick stabbing her stomach.  \par
\tab Keith smoothed his hand over his sister\rquote s inflamed ass somehow managing to keep himself from delving his fingers into her crack.  The pressure was great and more seepage from his cock grossed him out.\par
\page\tab Laurie stood pulling up her slacks.  She was emotional on multiple fronts\emdash none of which were being pissed off.  She was just embarrassed, ashamed, and so on.  With a sigh she took her place with her sibs and all eyes then went to their Mom.\par
\tab Shirley looked to her gazing children in bewilderment.  \lquote What?\rquote\par
\tab Then, \par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, no!\rdblquote  she said waving her hands before her.  Shirley was generally a congenial woman, a little stressed out sometimes but usually capable of handling life\rquote s turmoils with some ease.  She stood in some defiance, shaking her head and resoundly confirming \ldblquote NO WAY!\rdblquote\par
\tab But the look she received from her family, including Keith, suggested that she might ought to rethink that confirmation.  Closing her eyes, shaking her head, Shirley couldn\rquote t believe what she was contemplating but stepped out from the upright piano she had been beside during the spank session and took her place across the lap of her eighteen year old son.  Teal colored slacks down along with her brief type panties.\par
\tab Danny couldn\rquote t help it but to gouge the heel of his hand to his raging boner.  Young Chris had the same deal going on while strangely, Laurie felt strange stirrings in her sex\'85\par
\tab Hands on the floor, vulnerable Shirley took her lickings.  She squirmed as her teenage son landed the smacks.  She wriggled as intense feelings she was uncomfortable with began to seethe through her womanness creating a unique sensation she was not eager to share in such an open situation.\par
\tab She couldn\rquote t believe she had submitted herself to such an ordeal.\par
\tab Keith stopped the spanking just as his Mom\rquote s skin began to turn color.\par
\tab Shirley sighed a big sigh and wrestled to stand herself up, taking a moment of exposure before pulling up her clothes.  Her pussy fur was a nice trim with two tattoos revealed to the bulging eyes of her family; a rose on the right of the mons and a rearing pissed off red muscle bulging unicorn on the other.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you feel better, NOW?\rdblquote  inquired Tracie.\par
\tab Keith smiled then blushed.  His cock was about ready to explode (and partially already had.)  His embarrassment conveyed to the young sibling that indeed he wasn\rquote t feeling any better and therefore needed more stimuli.\par
\tab\ldblquote I can make you feel MUCH better!\rdblquote  the tyke offered.\par
\tab Keith was more than bewildered\emdash he was stunned; but also intrigued.\par
\tab The rest of the family stared in utter amazement as they watched Tracie begin massaging her hands to Keith\rquote s very serious and pronounced erection.\par
\page\tab Rub-rub-rub\par
\tab Keith was near out of his mind and be damned if the family was present he fumbled about his pants undoing them and freeing his very teenly dong.  Tracie giggled and wrapped her little fingers about the pulsing member neverminding the splooge spillage coating the shaft.\par
\tab A long satisfying groan the teen (girl) heartthrob let out.  His sister gripped his dick like a pro (?) and worked her fingers magically before totally blowing the boy\rquote s mind and putting her lips to the glistening orb.\par
\tab\ldblquote WHOA!\rdblquote  announced Danny aloud.\par
\tab Chris\rquote  dark eyes bulged; Laurie stared in utter awe; Shirley was too shocked to react.  Danny unleashed his own bone and worked it feverishly.  Brother Chris had seen both Keith and Danny jerking off and was somewhat doing so his ownself.  Chris shared a room with not Danny but Tracie.  Danny had his own room, Keith had his own room, and Laurie had her own room.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Tracie!\rdblquote  almost shouted the girl\rquote s Mother.\par
\tab\ldblquote It tastes good, Mom.\rdblquote  replied the tyke who was all grins; her brother\rquote s spunk coated her lips and chin and then more on her face as spurts of his brotherly love begin to squirt shooting onto her sweet face. \par
 \tab Gobs of Keith\rquote s cum coated the Tracie\rquote s face and fingers.  She seemed to have no compunction against the usually distaste of the splooge and in facts, licked the cream oozing from her brother\rquote s piss slit.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Are you better, now?\rdblquote  Laurie asked whimsically.\par
\tab Keith was but he was so traumatized by Tracie\rquote s doings that he was too perplexed to answer.  All he could do was sit in his chair, squirm and appear to be in anguish.  It was a notable type of anguish that prompted Shirley to usher the other siblings out.  Danny\rquote s cock was spurting, too.\par
\tab But not ALL the Edgetrap family went out of the garage.  Laurie remained.  Keith wasn\rquote t sure what to expect, it had been a hell of an evening of awakening.  Panting, sweating, confused, he stared at Laurie wondering \ldblquote what the fuck next!?\rdblquote\par
\tab What the fuck next was Laurie pulling off her top.\par
\tab No bra.\par
\tab No panties, no bra.\par
\tab Keith stared at the girl\rquote s breasts.  They were awesome.  Laurie was sixteen and had the best set of titties on a sixteen year old he had ever seen!  They were of the right size, shape, color, and the nipples were pert and ready to be tweaked.\par
\page\tab Then down came those slacks again.\par
\tab This time, though, she stepped out of them and was stark raving nude.\par
\tab Keith worked down his pants and underwear, opened his legs and sat breathing hard staring blankly at his lovely-lovely teenage sister.  Laurie looked around then stepped forward and took a seat on her brother\rquote s lap.  It wasn\rquote t their first time, of course.  They had engage in the touchy-feely at early ages with the stepping up their relationship when they were in their early teens.\par
\tab Gripping his sister\rquote s ass and with her lifting herself up she settled her cunt right down on the brotherly shaft.  It pierced her nicely and the fucking commenced quickly.  Laurie\rquote s breasts that Keith so admired grinded against his chest; their bodies began melding and the grunting soon commenced.\par
\tab At length, before they got too far Keith noted his family at the garage windows peering/peeking in.  He smiled then with some effort stood up keeping his sister on him with his prick still in her.  It was a bit of a clumsy effort getting stepping out of his clothes but he managed without dropping his sister.  A few steps to one side and there was the pool table; red velvet, cherry wood, family piece.  Laurie pulled off her brother\rquote s shirt and they were both naked.\par
\tab Laying out on the pool table was a little uncomfortable but it served a purpose; Laurie was still on top of her brother and his cock was still in her cunt.  As Laurie lay down on her brother it angled her body (butt) just right to reveal to the onlookers Laurie\rquote s ass and the penetration of Keith\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Outside, Danny was in fits and with his member still exposed began an earnest route of humping sister Tracie\rquote s ass.  All over the ass, between the ass; over and over, etc. etc. until at length the girl turned about and \ldblquote went to her knees.\rdblquote\par
\tab Danny reeled on the balls of his feet as his young sib sucked the life out of his prick.  Unlike with brother Keith, Tracie was able to take all of brother Danny\rquote s prick.  She sucked and sucked and drove brother Danny insane to the point whereas he had to pull out, jerk off a bit, and calm himself.  Meanwhile, the girl turned her attention to her other brother, Chris.\par
\tab While Danny was getting sucked, young Chris whipped his dick out (\ldblquote everybody was doing it!\rdblquote ) and while Danny took a moment to \ldblquote calm himself\rdblquote  she sucked him.  That was cool, Danny caressed his sister\rquote s ass then stepped behind her to shove himself into her asshole.\par
\tab He had been there before.\par
\tab The hour was late, the air warm, and shenanigans at the Edgetrap family was just beginning.\par
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\tab Laurie Edgetrap loved her brother\emdash er, loved ON her brother.  His powerful thrusts tantalized her as she lay on him laying on the pool table in the family garage.  Her feelings were all in turmoil as she was rocketed to elevated heights of sexual wonder.  She clenched her self, her sex, and grinded her breasts into his smooth hairless one.\par
\tab Keith kept a tight hold on his sister\rquote s bum; his hips power thrusted driving his insane cock into her womanness.  Occasionally they kissed.  A few times since they had skipped over the Touchy/Feely portion of their brotherly/sisterly relationship had they had sex; but there was nothing in the past to compare to their \ldblquote having sex\rdblquote  on the pool table.\par
\tab Outside, Mother Edgetrap had made herself scarce leaving her naughty oh-so naughty children up to their shenanigans.  It was dark out and the space between the garage and house was quite secure.  Tracie was on her knees sucking off on her brother Chris; behind her, brother Danny worked his magic flute.  The girl had sucked him and sucked him well (as she had done previously a few times before) but though her mouth was a good receivership of pleasure\emdash it was her other two holes that Danny sought more.\par
\tab Back inside the garage\emdash\par
\tab Laurie got hers; Keith got his.  There was nothing left to do but lay in a swath of sex sweat and pant.  Laurie who was usually a little chatty lay heaving on her equally heaving brother\emdash quiet.  Keith caressed his sister, patting her ass with his mind virtually blanking out.\par
\tab Later on, in his room laying on his bed naked there was a politely tap-tap-tap on the teen\rquote s bedroom door.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open.\rdblquote  at your own risk.\par
\tab The door opened and there did enter his Mom.\par
\tab\ldblquote Feeling better, now?\rdblquote  she asked capriciously.\par
\tab Keith fondle his aching-aching prick; he had showered after his tryst with his sister and didn\rquote t remember much after.  A raid to the refrigerator but he couldn\rquote t even remember what he snagged! \par
\tab How many times had he and Laurie engaged sexually he couldn\rquote t remember; they had been fucking since their early teens \ldblquote once in awhile\rdblquote .  He couldn\rquote t remember if it was once a week, two-three-four times a week; multiple times a day or what.  But whatever\emdash the fuck in the garage on the pool table topped them all.\par
\page\tab Keith smiled and though he meant to indicate \ldblquote YES\rdblquote  to her question he said \ldblquote NO\rdblquote  instead.  His Mom cocked her head and looked disappointed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote maybe I can fix that!\rdblquote  and with that she dropped her sheer pinkish nightgown and was nude.\par
\tab Just like that!\par
\tab Shirley Edgetrap was not a bad chick to look at.  Despite having five children she retained a nice pose even for a woman in her early 40s!  At one time she had been a lounge singer; she had been in some musical stage plays; and was quite the looker with her short sassy blond hair, perky nose, and dynamite trim body.\par
\tab Keith\rquote s cock instantly sprang to life.  Long had he wanted to fuck his Mom.  He had seen her in various stages of undress including stark raving nude.  As a teen he got laid now and then by various girlfriends, their sisters, his own sister.  But in the back of his mind he wanted to sink his pud into his Mom\rquote s twat.  It was a dream cum true as she came to his bed\emdash her pussy was the object of his attention; those tats, trimmed cunt hairs; and willingness all compelled his cock to sore to extreme hardness.\par
\tab Shirley lay a hand on her son\rquote s schlong, gripping it and working it slightly.  She was all smiles and Keith was all hard.  Slowly, like his sister, she moved to straddle him.  Her pussy squashed his love tool; she sat up straight with head tilted back, eyes closed.  Keith strained as his prick was nestled; he felt surges of cum beginning but strove to keep it from spurting.\par
\tab Shirley twisted some, grinding her sex against her sons.  Her breasts were round, firm, with perky-perky erect nipples.  Keith fondled the breasts, tweaked the nipples and entered into a new realm of sexual frivolity that he didn\rquote t want to end.\par
\tab Down the hall and Danny lay on sister number one, Laurie.\par
\tab Laurie and Danny, of course, engaged sexually with one another \ldblquote now and then.\rdblquote   She didn\rquote t put out to her horny younger brother all that often but did so \ldblquote now and then.\rdblquote   \par
\tab What bothered Laurie the most about having sex with Danny?  He smiled the whole time.  It was quirky and annoyed Laurie so most of the time of their coupling she kept her eyes shut.\par
\tab In the adjoining bedroom; Tracie lay nakedly on her naked brother, Chris.  They had fooled around after their shared bath and gone to bed together, fooled around some more, then promptly went to sleep.  Well, it was ten o\rquote clock at night!\par
\page\tab Keith got his.  And how!  He tried to make the moment with his Mom a lasting one.  Of course he thought of himself as the ultimate lover; he had a dynamite cock and the bitches he nailed enjoyed their shared minutes graciously.  But his Mom was experienced and Keith wanted to show her he was just as good as the lovers she had had\emdash if not better!\par
\tab Shirley gave no indication that her son was a poor lover.  He was a quick lover but he was a teenager and that was a given.  He was lasting in the since that after blowing his wad his cock remained sufficiently hard enough to \ldblquote go again.\rdblquote   And again.  And again some more.  Lasting power, stamina, all niter.\par
\tab A great shudder was mutual between them; they shook and shivered; toes curled, hair straightened out.  As Keith\rquote s prong exploded its luscious love DEEP inside his Mom\rquote s twat\emdash Shirley released her own flood and it coat her son\rquote s dick and balls.\par
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I Like you (but not in a creepy way)\par
\tab Jena Lynn.  She was a cutey in a Plain Jane sort of way, very plain.  Of course, she was ten years old, too.  Unlike with already captives Bonnie and Hanna, Mack had no hurry in shoving his love stick into the girl\rquote s pussy, or asshole, or mouth.  Not yet anyways.  He had rescued her from just such an event from her soon-to-be new daddy.  \par
\tab Mack couldn\rquote t understand it, couldn\rquote t make much sense of it; though he did same to Bonnie and Hanna\emdash he had done so with their young minds nipped and not \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of being raped.  Young Jena had been fully aware and somehow it just bothered Mack and he took action.\par
\tab Jena Lynn.  She was a cutey and made a nice addition to Hanna and Bonnie.  Rewiring her mind wasn\rquote t much of a stretch and soon, willingly and \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  the young girl proudly went about the house naked and willingly pleased Mack in every sexual manner he desired.\par
\tab Meanwhile her used-to-be new daddy was in county lock-up.  When it was discovered little Jena was missing a mad search ensued in the church parking lot where Jena\rquote s Mom found Jena\rquote s panties on the floorboard of Rory\rquote s pick-up.\par
\tab She freaked and knew that the son-of-a-bitch had done something and promptly beat the shit out of him right there in front of the congregation.  The congregation let her have at him until the cops showed up.  Then they beat the shit out of him trying to get him to give up the details of where Jena was.  He didn\rquote t know\emdash and, he didn\rquote t know.\par
\page\tab Mack had no intention of forever keeping Jena, nor Bonnie and Hanna.  Just for a while, fuck their brains out, smear his love all over them and then let \lquote em go and get new faces to replace them.  Mack felt for Jena, more than the physical application.  She was a pussy virgin, Rory had gotten her in the ass AND she had sucked him.  Often times when Jena\rquote s Mom was working and Rory was left in charge of her care\emdash he beat her with a belt and his hand until she willingly submitted.\par
\tab Like Mack, Rory enjoyed watching Jena waltz about naked, dance naked, and masturbate.  Jena, too, peed standing up; straddling the toilet or standing in the bathtub.  It was a slow (but necessary and enjoyable) process transferring the girl into a calm person who readily would accept her \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote\par
\tab Still in search of companionship other than \ldblquote captive\rdblquote  type, Mack continued visiting the redneck church.  There were many prospects there already; the naughty oh-so naughty grandpa; the daddy in the pick-up; and so on etc. etc. etc.\par
\tab The other fellow who had been with Keith that fateful day of Jena\rquote s disappearance was Greg.  He was some years younger than Keith but friends with just the same.  (he had to be or Keith wouldn\rquote t have let him get a hummer from his (Keith\rquote s) little sis, Tracie!)\par
\tab The church was a haven for perverted scum, Greg Grayson was no exception.  The boy was happy most the times; and why not, he had three beautiful golden haired sisters and a dynamite Mom.  The sisters were new and so was the Mom.  Greg\rquote s Dad had been a widower for some time and finally re-married.  \ldblquote Carol\rdblquote  was the new Mom for Greg, he liked her in the beginning but wasn\rquote t too keen on the re-marrying part or coming into the house on a permanent basis.\par
\tab The girls, Marsha, Jan, and Cyndia, were alright, too\emdash he liked them from the onset, too; just like their Mother, but invading the household permanently annoyed him.  That passed soon enough when that little gadget electronically speaking fell into his life.\par
\tab A year after he girls and new Mommy came to be and Greg\rquote s relationship to the invaders was nominal.  Unlike his own Mom who had died of a cancer; the girls\rquote  Mom had died in a horrific car accident on her way home to Jan\rquote s birthday.  So Greg cut them some slack and eased up on his dislike of their enduring presence.\par
\tab The little electronic mind altering device definitely altered Greg\rquote s relationship.  Since the arrival of the girls and their Mom and in-house status, PANTIES began showing up everywhere (in his laundry mostly.)\par
\page\tab Occasionally he got to see glimpses of the girls in their underwear (or less.)  Sometimes while passing bedroom doors he saw the girls\rquote  Mom in her underwear\emdash or less.  Being a new teenager it was all Greg could think of, it was his only goal\emdash to see a girl up front and personal; naked, naked, naked.  In her panties was ok\emdash very ok, but up close and frontal naked was his optimum goal.\par
\tab The minding device Greg had wasn\rquote t much to speak of; it had little in control operations and apparently, it\rquote s only function was STUN.  Well, that would have to do.  The device was in his possession over a week before he used it.  Not that it didn\rquote t work\emdash it did (he tested it to make sure) but he just felt at odds with himself.  \par
\tab One day, though, thirteen year old Marsha with the super fine long-long blond hair came to him in his room asking homework help.  Greg was happy to oblige; he had found that having a sibling, girl or not, was actually ok.  Someone to talk to, to share life with, and to take the blame for something.\par
\tab But Marsha was alright, she WAS pretty, she was blossoming into a very nice looking girl, and he had heard her fart.  On more than one occasion he had seen her in her panties AND naked.  The image he had glimpsed strongly filled his mind and he wanted to see her more and more that same way.\par
\tab Jan was the nicer girl, shy and reserved.  Like her sister, Marsha, Jan had long superior golden hair but less golden and more \ldblquote honey-ish\rdblquote .  Jan was more sweet, kinder, and curious.\par
\tab Sister Cyndia was the youngest at six years.  Like Jan, Cyndia was honey blond but liked her hair short.  Unlike her sisters, though, Cyndia\rquote s hair was curly.\par
\tab Fourteen year old Greg was an avid wanker; morning, noon, and night\emdash and then all hours in between.  He humped his bed, his hand, and occasionally another dude\rquote s ass.  He wasn\rquote t profoundly gay, so he professed to himself\emdash it was just sex.  There was no \ldblquote oral\rdblquote  with the dude, just anal and mutual manhood manipulation.  But they weren\rquote t gay.\par
\tab Humping the dude-friend was in lieu of humping a girl.  \par
\tab Marsha was a girl.\par
\tab She wore these narly tight-tight green pants that went just to the knees.  Her top was a wicked tight bodice thing.  Her body overall was trim, perfectly shaped, delicious!  \par
\page  \tab The clincher was when she BENT OVER onto his desk to look at the beginner\rquote s algebra book Greg had scribbles all over somehow emerging into a plausible answer of explaining \ldblquote If you sell x tickets, then your profit will be 3x \u8722? 10 dollars, or f(x) = 3x \u8722? 10, where f is the function, and x is the number to which the function is applied.\rdblquote\par
\tab It had Marsha perplexed\emdash long enough for the wily (horny) Greg to slyly whip out his new found implement.  Unlike other such implements, the one Greg had acquired was very-very low key.  A couple of three buttons, indicator lights and a power meter indicating strength amplitude.\par
\tab That was it.  Low key, no frills.\par
\tab But, it worked.\par
\tab Marsha remained bent-over but her own scribblings on her own paper had ceased.  As with his \ldblquote test subject\rdblquote  earlier Greg brushed his hand up against her butt.  It was daring and very bold\emdash but it proved a point; the girl was unaware the offense.\par
\tab\ldblquote Marsha.\rdblquote  Another check of security.\par
\tab Standing up behind the girl Greg risked certain death by putting himself right up against her; then, with hands on her hips he began to hump\emdash just as he had done with Carrie DeLong, his girlfriend.\par
 \tab They had held hands, kissed (no tongue) and rubbed shoulders.  That was prior to the acquisition of the EMAD.  There was no \ldblquote mind controlling\rdblquote  as in initiating a new way of life\emdash but that was ok.  The shenanigans had started at his girl\rquote s house; parents gone.  The girl, Carrie, wasn\rquote t one to \ldblquote put out\rdblquote  and she was slow on letting Greg get to Second Base.  Mostly their relationship was nominal with being together, going to the movies, the park, the beach, and so on.  Greg, of course, wanted to step their relationship up a peg.  To do that would be either to take time and let the relationship evolve naturally OR use an EMAD.\par
\tab Greg chose the EMAD method.  Much faster with more pleasing results.  Getting the girl naked was a chore but well worth it once she was to her skin.  A long moment there was before anything else happened; then Greg was all about licking out her pussy, fondling her breasts, and laying his prick against her cunt and humping.\par
\tab There was concern about penetrating the girl\rquote s quim and getting her pregnant.  That would be bad.  Luckily, Greg had \ldblquote protection\rdblquote  and wrapped his rascal before slipping it into the hapless Carrie.  Whether or not she was a virgin or not\emdash Greg had no idea.  He didn\rquote t understand that complexity of a pussy.  All that mattered to Greg was to \ldblquote get in\rdblquote ; \ldblquote hump a little\rdblquote ; \ldblquote get off\rdblquote ; then get out before anyone found out.\par
\page\tab It was a good fuck\emdash in comparison to humping his bed and hand.\par
\tab It was a good fuck\emdash in comparison to humping his best friend.\par
\tab Sinking his wrapped rascal into Carrie\rquote s cunt was pretty phenomenal.  It was a mind blowing experience.  Fooling around with his best pal was one thing and experimenting with anal play was one thing; but actually shoving his fuck stick into a girl\rquote s quim!?  That was bloody fucking awesome!\par
\tab He gave the girl his all\emdash and then some.  He didn\rquote t have to worry about her \ldblquote feelings\rdblquote  or did she get off as much as he; that was a plus.  He humped his fill and as hard as he could and tried to make it a lasting hump but he was too horny and came off in under two minutes.\par
\tab Oh well.  He was naked with her and after carefully withdrawing and removing the condom he lay with the girl sucking on her titties, fingering her pussy, and wondering if she would really ever actually let him bone her.\par
\tab Back to Marsha.\par
\tab After much ado about touching her inappropriately all over; titty squeezing, ass groping, and \ldblquote reach around\rdblquote  there was naught to do but undo (her pants.)  He wished she would have worn something simpler, something looser, something like a dress.  But the tight jeans would have to do.  They were skin tight but tight enough.  Greg had to smile (he had no choice) when reflecting on his Dad when seeing his new daughter in such jeans.  It was to be sure that the girl gave him wood.\par
\tab It gave thought to Greg to wonder if his old man wouldn\rquote t mind sinking his bone into Marsha?  He figured that his Dad was humping Carol a lot, the new Wife/Mom.  Greg\rquote s bone raged hard against Marsha thinking of Carol\emdash thinking of Carol naked!\par
\tab Holy shit!\par
\tab The sudden possibilities of the EMAD came to light.  He had had his way with Carrie.  But that was just the beginning.  With the minding device he could have his way with anyone!  Anyone!\par
\tab Wow.\par
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\tab Marsha had bright yellow panties.  Greg had heard of differing styles of panties; guys had two styles\emdash boxers or briefs.  Girls had French-cut, bikini, full brief, boxers, and no telling what all.  He didn\rquote t mean to but he went to his knees and stared at the girl\rquote s ass.  Her pants he had undone and pulled down just enough to expose the ass.  His heart was pounding, his cock was throbbing.\par
\tab There were no thoughts\emdash none of what to do or anything; he just took in his new sister\rquote s ass admiring it.  It was a nice ass\emdash very nice; shaped just right, perfectly alluring, and demanding attention.\par
\page\tab Although he was relatively sure for some certainty caution was still the thing and so very-very carefully did the panties slowly-slowly come down.  The superior ass was revealed slowly-slowly.  His mind was blank, his heart racing; a huge broad smile etched across his handsome boyish face.  Nodding his head in approval he stood and unleashed the beast\emdash well, his best pal aptly referred to his (Greg\rquote s) cock as such.  But in actuality it was just a normal fourteen year old schlong.  But Greg was happy with it (as was his best pal!)\par
\tab Anyways, Marsha\rquote s ass.\par
\tab Marsha\rquote s ass met Greg\rquote s cock.  With a light touch, a kiss, Greg rubbed the head of his prick all over the girl\rquote s ass and was about to go for it and get into the crack when,\par
\tab\ldblquote MARSHA!?  GREG!?  ANYONE HOME?\rdblquote  a shout of interruption from downstairs.  Pesky siblings had come home unexpectedly.\par
\tab Greg barely got Marsha back to normal (and himself) and in his seat releasing Marsha\rquote s mind just in time before both her siblings rushed in exclaiming about the accident their Mom had had at the supermarket.  It was no big deal, really, a slight fender bender but according to them it was \ldblquote wild.\rdblquote\par
\tab Marsha forgot about the homework question and left to go see the bent bumper.  Greg was curious, too, but pissed at the interruption.  He had to stop off in the bathroom first to take care of \ldblquote business.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Jan.\par
\tab Although Marsha was the oldest of the girls it was Jan (Greg\rquote s opinion) who looked the best.  Her smile was fantastic.  She had a more pleasing attitude; she was nicer, shy, reserved, and was more friendlier to Greg than Marsha.  The couple of times Greg had \ldblquote accidentally\rdblquote  seen the middle sister in her underwear\emdash Jan merely blushed and hid herself with a towel or whatever she was changing into or out of.  She didn\rquote t get mad, angry, or raise a fuss\emdash like Marsha had done.\par
\tab Marsha did forgive Greg but admonished him just the same.\par
\tab Jan, however, didn\rquote t admonish Greg and took it all in stride and continued to giggle and blush about the incident whenever they met hours after.  The two would bump shoulders, jostle one another and to Jan\emdash it was apparently no big deal.\par
\tab In facts, on one occasion when Greg knew Marsha was in the shower and Jan would follow after, he made his way down the hall passing the girl\rquote s bedroom.  Cindy was in her own room and not of consequence.  The bedroom door was open just slightly\'85\par
\page\tab Jan could be heard inside her room singing\emdash more humming than singing and as Greg slowly-slowly crept by outside in the hall,\par
\tab\ldblquote Greg?\rdblquote\par
\tab Greg stopped in his tracks and there was Jan in stripped blue/white bikini panties.  For merely eleven\emdash Jan was HOT!  It was her face more than her body\emdash but the body was pretty good, too!  She didn\rquote t have much of a chest, but she did have something to suck on, fondle and so on just the same.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi!\rdblquote  Greg said trying to curb himself.\par
\tab Jan tugged in a lip as she stood in her panties at the door trying to check and see if anyone was about.  Greg himself was dressed in a bathrobe and was making for the other bathroom at the end of the hall. \par
\tab\ldblquote Taking a shower, huh?\rdblquote  Jan asked.\par
\tab Greg nodded that it was so.  \par
\tab It was so weird to casually stand gawking at one another as they did.\par
\tab\ldblquote Is anyone about?\rdblquote  Jan curiously asked.\par
\tab Greg shook his head No.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good.\rdblquote  Jan replied.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re up next I guess, huh?\rdblquote  Greg chortled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  Jan said comically, \ldblquote Marsha the Queen always wants to go first.\rdblquote\tab  \par
\tab Awkward moments there were between the two\emdash and then Greg noted that the shy girl was standing with her thumbs hooked into her panties.  What was she doing that for?  Greg\rquote s bone was thoroughly engorged and wouldn\rquote t take much to explode.  The situation was already volatile with Jan clad merely in her panties.\par
\tab And it seemed as though the goofy girl was waiting for something.  Sure, she was waiting for her turn in the bathroom, but Greg got the strange feeling there was more.\par
\tab\lquote show her your ding-dong, dumbass!\rquote  spoke his inner voice.\par
\tab Greg blushed and blushed big.  \tab Could he get away with it?  Could he just open his robe and expose himself to her?  Would she freak?  What would she do?\par
\tab Looking left, looking right, Greg began to pull his robe open with his hands inside the pockets.  Jan\rquote s eyes were glued right on him\emdash at where his cock awaited her gaze.  \par
\tab And just as the unveiling was unveiling\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Is Marsha done yet?\rdblquote  Cindy called out from her bedroom.\par
\tab Greg fled and Jan slammed the door shut.\par
\page\tab Cyndia.\par
\tab\ldblquote Greg, would you mind watching Cyndia while I go shopping?\rdblquote\par
\tab Greg had no problem with that request from his Mom.  He had other things he would rather do, sure; but he had a good rapport with the six year old and didn\rquote t mind at all.\par
\tab No one else was in the house.\par
\tab In the Family Room Greg found the little tyke.  He didn\rquote t proclaim himself to be a \ldblquote monster\rdblquote  and had little intention of out and out molesting her; not to the point of penetrating her anyways.  But, there were other notions that surged thru him bordering on monsterism.\par
\tab Firstly, they played a board game, then had \ldblquote tea\rdblquote , then while there was still time left before anyone was scheduled to come home, Greg distracted her by having her close her pretty blue eyes for a \ldblquote Guess What\rquote s in Your Mouth!\rdblquote\par
\tab Good guess.\par
\tab First was a banana; then a carrot; then a cucumber (bleck!).\par
\tab She guessed string cheese, hot dog wiener, and pickle.\par
\tab Then she went quiet and still as the wondrous minding gadget Greg held overwhelmed her young mind and soothed her.  Clicking her fingers got nothing, making a \ldblquote fart\rdblquote  noise got nothing and if that didn\rquote t do it nothing would.  \par
\tab It was a little awkward and somewhat clumsy but he stood with his pecker out brushing it against her face as she sat with legs folded Indian style.  She was a cutey girl, those blue eyes set her off.  She had ultra curly hair, a small body, and a curiosity coupled with being na\'efve that made her a charmer.\par
\tab All over her sweet innocent face did Greg rub against her with his pud; face humping in other words.  The little girl did nothing to indicate awareness so Greg stepped over the line of brotherly decency and pushed his hardened prick into her mouth.  With his hand to he back of her head he moved her down the shaft while his hips moved back.\par
\tab Just when he felt the time was ready to blow off he heard a noise.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  he bitched.\par
\tab Checking quickly the patio/driveway relieved him; no car and no one coming to the sliding door.  He then raced to thru the kitchen peeking into the living room\emdash no one there, either.\par
\tab Had someone come in and gone straight up to their room?\par
\tab Greg didn\rquote t think so\emdash whoever would have said something or made more noise.  Maybe.\par
\page\tab No one upstairs; not in their rooms or in the bathrooms.\par
\tab Returning to Cyndia he waited, listened, fretted, and grew annoyed.  \par
\tab Then he returned to humping the little girl but was unable to achieve the lofty goal he sought\emdash orgasm.  A little frustrated he laid Cyndia out and tugged down her short blue pants.  Plain blue kiddie panties there was to greet Greg; he smiled and a bit of cum jutted from his piss slit.\par
\tab Desperation continued to tug him over the line of decency and down came those plain blue panties.  Greg\rquote s mind blanked out.  All he could do was to stare at the girl\rquote s nakedness.  It was smooth, hairless, untouched.  More cum was jutting from his piss slit bring him back to some since of reality\emdash such as it was.\par
\tab In the panties there was a pee stain; on the girl\rquote s pussy there was a strong hint of pee.  Greg licked, lapped, and engulfed the whole of the girl\rquote s quim bringing him to lay his prick against Cyndia\rquote s cunt.  There he did hump and hump well squirting a massive wad of spunk a minute later.\par
\tab Grind-grind-grind splat!\par
\tab The release was incredible and it didn\rquote t matter anymore if anyone came home.  It did, but\'85\par
\tab After the release he gouged the head of his cock into the girl\rquote s innocent slit.  His hands went all over her young body, cupping her ass and grinding his aching prick into his own spunk right into her little slit.  He humped and humped until he heard the family car pull into the drive.  Mom was home.\par
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\tab Under extreme stealth and serious panic, Greg leapt up the living room stairs carrying his soiled baby sister; her pants and panties still at her ankles and his cock still out of his pants.  Into the hall bathroom the girls used mostly and he quickly wiped off his splooge, copped a feel and knew that he wanted to hump on her some more.  Then he dressed her and placed her in her room before calming himself.\par
\tab He heard his name and debated what to do.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi, Mom!\rdblquote  he said bounding down the stairs.\par
\tab In the kitchen his new Mom had deposited some grocery sacks,\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s more in the car.\rdblquote  She said wiping her brow, smiling, exhausted.  Greg happily made way to the car, Cyndia came into the scene\emdash a little confused but upon seeing her Mommy she brightened and forgot why she was confused.\par
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Let me spill a little love on you\par
\tab Interruptions pissed him off.  The only time that he wasn\rquote t interrupted when he was at his best pal\rquote s home.  Best pal, Norman, was an easy going guy; tall, lanky, and had a whopper of a cock.  He was shy, hailed from a farm life but was transitioning to city life just fine.  He was well liked, got along with everyone, and although he professed in his like of girls, he and Greg enjoyed their private moments together.\par
\tab With both Norman\rquote s parents working, no siblings, seldom anyone just \ldblquote dropping by\rdblquote , Norm and Greg often skinny dipped in the backyard pool before \ldblquote frolicking\rdblquote  freely on the deck, patio, and in the house.  \par
\tab Greg enjoyed the frolicking part, the butt stuff; him to Norm.  Taking dick was another thing.  Sucking was ok, ball fondling, mutual masturbating\emdash that was all ok.  Taking dick in the ass\emdash that was another matter.  Greg didn\rquote t care for it and didn\rquote t derive a lot of sexual pleasure from it but tolerated it \lquote cause it was turnabout-fare play.\par
\tab Butt sex; ass grabbing, humping, humping genitals, and cocksucking.\par
\tab No kissing.  Greg absolutely drew the line there.  Kissing was tantamount for sure being a flaming homo.  A little ass grabbing, anal, and cock spit was one thing\emdash flinging his tongue into another dude\rquote s mouth was a no-go.\par
\tab On his way home\'85\par
\tab Normally, Greg kept his electronic minding device at home in a safe and secure spot.  Normally.  For some reason, he took the mind altering gadget with him.  He wasn\rquote t sure why\emdash he just did.  Was it to use against his friend, Norm; no, not really.  Norm\rquote s Mom?  Way no\emdash Norm\rquote s Mom was a 2-bagger (two bags over the face in case the other fell off.)\par
\tab The trek from Norm\rquote s to his own home was three blocks and one over.  Greg walked as his bike was damaged and he hadn\rquote t the funds to get it fixed yet.  Taking the alleyway Greg saw a girl sloughing some garbage in a red wagon.  Two large overstuffed plastic garbage bags probably weighing more than she did were in the wagon; the girl brought the wagon all the way out into the alley to load the garbage can in the inset.\par
\tab The girl was cute; blond with hair down to just passed her shoulders with some curls.  Lily white, average size for her age group, tight but not too tight powder blue pants and a green top with a bold daisy on the front.  She had \ldblquote nobbies\rdblquote  and was not quite eleven years young.\par
\page\tab The girl had a little trouble hefting the oversized bags but managed with one.  The second one was the most difficult and ripped spilling some contents.  The girl, Elyse, fretted but managed to wrestle the rest of the bag into the can then began picking up that which had spilled.\par
\tab Greg hung loose at the end of the alley watching.\par
\tab He watched\emdash and he watched\emdash and he watched.\par
\tab When the girl dug out her panties from her ass\emdash it was too much for Greg and he was done \ldblquote watching.\rdblquote   He had no idea the \ldblquote range\rdblquote  of the EMAD, it had never come into play as his previous Subjects had been kinda up close and personal.  From where he was to where Elyse stood was guestimated to be about twelve to fifteen feet.  Greg clung to the wooden fence of Mr. McPeevy.  It was tall, like all the fences in the alley; some fences were brick, masonry, chainlink with ivy coverage, or a variety of wooden structure ensuring privacy and security.\par
\tab Eylse picked up the handle of the wagon and was opening the fence gate when\emdash\par
\tab As soon as she went still and remained so for several seconds, Greg made his appearance.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi, Elyse!\rdblquote  he said.  Elyse was a friend of his new sister Jan.\par
\tab Elyse didn\rquote t move or respond to his greeting.\par
\tab Wrinkling his nose Greg clicked his fingers before her eyes; then, on the sly, brushed the back of his hand to her breasts.  He didn\rquote t know what he would do if the girl (or any other Subject) should react.\par
\tab Elyse didn\rquote t and Greg pulled her into the ivy wall that well enough hid them.  Noting that the gate was still open askew Greg re-shut it then returned his attention to the girl.\par
\tab Greg wasted no more time and got Elyse\rquote s pants undone and down.\par
\tab Red panties.  Plain, simple, and red.  Greg\rquote s cock nearly busted out of his pants.  Already he had had quite a tryst with his best bud but it wasn\rquote t enough.  His desire was great\emdash his need greater.\par
\tab With trembling fingers he pulled down the girl\rquote s panties.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Nice.\rdblquote  \par
\tab It was a nice pussy, fresh, clean, few pubes, and smooth.  Greg lingered a moment then eased the girl down on some broken cardboard boxes and off came the pants and panties.  The top the girl wore was up and off in seconds leaving the girl stark naked.  \par
\tab Greg lay on the girl undoing his pants and pushing them down some.  Oh how his cock ached but it felt good against the girl\rquote s pussy.  It felt fantastic!  A quick commence of humping ensued with sincere forethought of penetration.\par
\page\tab Gouging the head of his cock penetration began.  Elyse made a face as the breech occurred but otherwise remained unawares.  A slight thrust and he was in.  Another screwed up face of discomfort and Greg was easing further and further inward.  He pulled out and using her own panties wiped clean his dick and her pussy.  It was gross but he didn\rquote t like blood.\par
\tab A couple of strong humps on the girl\rquote s trench and he was thrusting his way back in trying to go slow and make the event a lasting one.  The full length of his average but adequate cock went all the way and was stimulating him wholly when,\par
\tab\ldblquote ELYSE!  ELSYE!  You got that garbage out yet?\rdblquote\par
\tab Shit!\par
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\tab Interruptions\emdash interruptions\emdash interruptions!!!\par
\tab Greg couldn\rquote t believe his luck\emdash and it pissed him off royally.  Somehow\emdash somehow he was going to have to score with some chick somehow somewhere ALONE.  \par
\tab Marsha-Marsha-Marsha!!!\par
\tab The following day found Marsha in the garage sweeping.  God she was cute!  Her usually long straight unstyled hair was put up on her head secured by a handkerchief.  A simple top and green knee britches she wore and Greg could just see her panty lines.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s everyone at?\rdblquote  Greg asked lopping into the open garage.\par
\tab Mom\emdash shopping.\par
\tab Dad\emdash working.\par
\tab Jan\emdash after school project.\par
\tab Cyndia\emdash little friend\rquote s house.\par
\tab\ldblquote And I\rquote m here.\rdblquote  Sweeping.  It was a chore and a \ldblquote nice\rdblquote  thing to do.  The blended family had a combined \ldblquote bunch of crap\rdblquote  and it needed stored somewhere.  Greg and his Dad were avid fishermen; they also liked to canoe up and down some rivers and lakes and they also liked to hike.  So they had a lot of \ldblquote crap\rdblquote  stowed in the garage and over the course of some months the crap had been moved about and stored in the attic rafters of the garage.\par
\tab Marsha was sweeping and moving stuff (crap) about to make more room for the family car and the family bicycles.  \par
\tab It was a quarter after three.  Greg had passed up time to play ball at school\emdash and to play \ldblquote ball\rdblquote  with his pal, Norm, to hustle home and see who he might possible have a chance at.  His Dad worked until four-thirty.  Mom\rquote s shopping usually was a two hour chore.\par
\tab The sisters were questionable.\par
\tab Interruptions were possible and always would be.\par
\page\tab While Marsha continued her sweeping\emdash and turning her back to get under some shelving pooching that wondrous young teenage ass to him, Greg made good with the EMAD and zapped her.\par
\tab The sweeping stopped instantly.\par
\tab Greg waited for the dust to settle then powered down the garage door.\par
\tab After security measures were checked and determined that the young tart was essentially a zombie, Greg wasted no time and got her britches down.  Pinkish panties greeted him.  He took those down, too.  The bare ass was warm and as Greg roamed his hands over the \ldblquote moon\rdblquote  flesh a dramatic hard-on.  \par
\tab The hard-on was freed and took its turn to roam all over Marsha\rquote s ass; Greg moaned and quickly moved to began an anal assault.  No interruption.  He paused anticipating one but none came\emdash the only cumming was his cock.  He pressed the bulbous tip that was pulsing and very sensitive to the girl\rquote s tight-tight hole and began pushing in.\par
\tab Full anal entry wasn\rquote t possible\emdash not without a lot of effort and he wasn\rquote t quite ready for that.  But the head and some shaft length was in.  Let the pumping begin!\par
\tab And Greg found that by successful pumping Marsha\rquote s hole opened more to allow more and more of her new brother\rquote s shaft.  It was still tight, still very snug, still extremely rewarding.  And no interruptions!\par
\tab But then again\emdash not quite.\par
\tab Just as the final squirts of brotherly love left his cock and Greg heard the telltale sounds of a family car pulling onto the long driveway to the detached garage that sat back from the house.  Greg wasn\rquote t quite-quite thru, he wanted to pump his sister\rquote s ass a little more; relax, eat out her pussy, finger her pussy, then go from there.  Whether or not he could hump her cunt remained to be seen\emdash and so it would.\par
\tab Scrambling to clean his dirty dong and his sister\rquote s well fucked smoldering hole was a challenge.  Thankfully the only windows were on the side and none on the door.  Greg quickly put his sibling back in order then himself, grabbed a spare broom and \ldblquote released\rdblquote  Marsha from the minding device.\par
\tab Marsha staggered, farted, and looked as if she were about to hurl.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t but looked to Greg strangely.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll open the door.\rdblquote  He said wiping the air with his hand as the sweeping had stirred up a lot of dust.  Marsha recovered and apparently was none the wiser.  \par
\tab It was a partial success.  Greg vowed to get Marsha solely.  Somehow\emdash somewhere\emdash someway.\par
\page Jan\emdash Jan naughty as she can (be)\par
\tab 11:15  jerk off via hand manipulation\par
\tab 11:25  hump bed\par
\tab 11:40  wrap Marsha\rquote s panties around johnson and jerk off \par
\tab 11:55 go bathroom\par
\tab Downstairs was a full bath plus a half bath; the unfinished basement had a bathroom, too.  Upstairs there was two full bathrooms.  The girls used one exclusively but not always.  Greg had use of the other\emdash it was smaller and had a shower only.  \par
\tab It was not unusual for one of the girls to use the bathroom Greg used; there were three girls and they didn\rquote t like sharing their bathroom.  Greg found Jan in his bathroom brushing her teeth.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi!\rdblquote  she said with a mouthful of paste.\par
\tab\ldblquote What up?\rdblquote  Greg asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Forgot to brush my teeth!\rdblquote  she giggled and spat out the paste.\par
\tab How do you forget that?  Before going to bed; brush hair for fifteen minutes; fart, pee, wash face, brush teeth.  Not necessarily in that order.  Greg stood at the door watching her\emdash his cock was still enthused and hadn\rquote t been quite satisfied.  Jan wore her powder blue nightgown and Greg could see that there were NO panties!\par
\tab His heart began to race and his cock groaned.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you doing up?\rdblquote  Jan asked.\par
\tab Greg\rquote s mind was blank.  Good question.\par
\tab Jan rinsed out her mouth, farted, then washed her lips off.  \par
\tab Greg stood at the doorway slowly-slowly revealing the fact that he had a raging boner in his pajamas.  Jan had some tissue she had used for some reason and casually dropped it into the waste can by the toilet\emdash but missed the can so she stooped over to pick up the paper and drop it in directly.  The \ldblquote stooping\rdblquote  over revealed for a fact that the girl had no undies on.  Greg stepped in with his cock leading the way.\par
\tab When Jan stood up and turned to face her brother\emdash there he was with his cock hard and ready for action.  Jan blushed big and giggled\emdash her pretty eyes all a gleam.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote that\rquote s big.\rdblquote  But what did she have to compare it to?\par
\tab Greg beamed and tugged on the proudly stately schlong, flopped it, waggled it, showed it off.  Jan watched, giggling, gleaming, totally fascinated.  \par
\tab Slowly\emdash ever so slowly and did Jan raise up her thin shortie nightgown revealing for a fact that she was underwearless.  It was Greg\rquote s turn to gleam.\par
\page\tab On her knees, Jan eyed the one-eyed monster more up close and personal like.  Greg pulled the skin of his flute back tautly trying to convey to his not so timid sister \ldblquote suck it.\rdblquote\par
\tab But she didn\rquote t.  She was too enamored and the concept of \ldblquote suck\rdblquote  was not a part of her psyche.  Greg didn\rquote t have the minding device, he wondered if he could talk her into anything.  Anything at all.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hold it.\rdblquote  he blurted in a low almost inaudible voice.\par
\tab Jan wouldn\rquote t \ldblquote hold it\rdblquote ; she was too embarrassed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lay down, then.\rdblquote\par
\tab Surprisingly, the girl did.\par
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\tab Grinding on Jan was ok\emdash just ok.  Greg, however, wanted in.  Jan, however, was too frightened, too giddy, and somewhat resistant knowingly and otherwise.  Instinctively she knew better than to let Greg shove his fucks stick into her cunny.  But she was sort of willing to willingly let him, too.  She was just frightened.\par
\tab Somehow, Greg settled and eased off Jan\rquote s clothing.  Her pussy was warm and \ldblquote moist.\rdblquote   Already there were sexual lubrication on the girl\rquote s cunt and it excited the both of them\emdash Greg more.\par
\tab The excitement cumulated to a fantastic spree whereas Greg DID make vaginal entry and it wasn\rquote t that bad.  There was little blood to show for the breech and Jan felt only mild discomfort.  When the incestuous deed was done\emdash the two slipped into the shower and showered together!  They did!\par
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Cyndia Lou, I screw you!\tab\par
\tab There was no sleeping the rest of the night, that was for damn sure!  Humping his sister on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night!  Wow!;  Wow! Wow! And double fucking WOW!  And it happened all too fast\emdash on the floor.  In the shower, though\emdash that was better.  With the warm water splashing on them they hugged one another and security went down the drain.\par
\tab Massaging Jan\rquote s pussy made her feel better but the girl was just as giddy as ever!  Greg didn\rquote t mind the fingering of the girl\rquote s cunt and finally she did grip his stick and massage it.  She still wouldn\rquote t kiss it but that would come in time.\par
\tab In the meanwhile, it was clumsily and awkward and twice they nearly fell, but Greg maneuvered Jan to position her back/shoulders against the tiled wall of the back of the shower; then, with diligence and determination, penetrated the girl\rquote s cunt and it was better\emdash way better than the humping he had just done to her on the bathroom floor!\par
\page\tab Five minutes at least did Greg hump Jan.  Whether or not she herself \ldblquote got off\rdblquote  or not was not clear.  Greg got his (and that was all that mattered!)  He loved on her, cupped her ass, sucked on her so-so titties, shoved his fuck stick into her and then on her until there was no more and his chemistry began to change making him weak and worthless.\par
\tab But he did kiss on the girl and the two stood numbly in the shower sucking face\emdash and peeing!  Greg thought he was having dick trouble and something close to an orgasm\emdash then Jan began to giggle as she stood with her nimble legs open peeing and there was Greg also peeing.\par
\tab When done, they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off.  Greg saw Jan\rquote s ass and wanted to go for it\emdash but his cock was not in the mood.  \lquote later, asshole, later!\rquote\par
\tab The relationship between the two siblings (non-biological) had forever changed.  And it was mostly Jan who was enamored with Greg; Greg was merely lustful for his sister; he viewed her as a simple conquest.  Nothing more\emdash nothing less.\par
\tab In bed, he lay out naked massaging his favorite organ.  \par
\tab He had fucked Jan.\par
\tab He had fucked Jan!\par
\tab And it was a good fuck, too.  Twice!\par
\tab Greg knew that he could probably at length get her to suck him (off.)\par
\tab It was figured that he could get her in the ass, too.\par
\tab Then the conquest of Jan Shannon Grayson would be complete.\par
\tab That left Marsha!  Marsha!  Marsha! and Cyndia.\par
\tab Cyndia?  Hmmm What could he possibly do with the six year old?\par
\tab Hump.  Lots and lots of humping (on) and all over her.  Doubtful that any penetration could be made.  Maybe the mouth.  Surely the mouth; his balls all over her face; his cock squirting brotherly love all over\emdash that was more likely and probable.\par
\tab And it was unlikely to seriously doubtful that Cyndia would be as willing as Jan.  For that matter, Marsha, too.  The minding device would have to compensate.\par
\tab His thoughts settled on Marsha.  In the ass.  He wanted to fuck her ass raw, fill it to capacity with his love spunk.  Then, whip her around and face fuck her silly until he was ready to shoot again and then squirt his love all over her face and hair.\par
\tab Then have her suck him off.\par
\tab Getting off in her pussy would be last.\par
\tab Then he wanted to spank her!\par
\page\tab Somewhere before sunup and he finally drifted to sleep only to be rudely awakened moments later by a knock and then a gasp.  Greg was too bleary eyed to know what what or who who.  According to his clock it was a few minutes before seven.\par
\tab Shit!\par
\tab He thought he saw four-thirty on the clock before he drifted off to sleep\emdash now it was suddenly seven!  He sighed, farted, and found his cock still with him\emdash still aching.  But it was a good ache.  He had fucked Jan!\par
\tab He needed a moment to himself\emdash then heard the girls yelling as they made their way out of their rooms and down the stairs to breakfast.  Greg stretched, farted again then slowly pulled on some clothes.  \par
\tab At the bottom of the stairs there was Marsha seemingly waiting.\par
\tab\ldblquote Thought I was going to have to knock on your door again.\rdblquote  The girl said with a smile.  The look on her plain face, though, told Greg there was more.\par
\tab\ldblquote You should be more careful.\rdblquote  She whispered as the two went shoulder to shoulder slowly advancing to the breakfast table.\par
\tab\ldblquote What? Greg asked for clarity.\par
\tab\ldblquote They way you sleep\emdash in your room.\rdblquote\par
\tab Greg played dumb\emdash so SHE was the one.  He smiled as he knew she had seen him\emdash naked.  This was interesting.\par
\tab\ldblquote I saw you, naked!\rdblquote  she explained blatantly.\par
\tab\ldblquote What were you doing looking?\rdblquote  he asked back chidingly.\par
\tab Marsha cocked her head, \lquote how dim are you?\rquote  \ldblquote Mom asked me to get you up.\rdblquote  And \ldblquote UP\rdblquote  he was\emdash full strength hard and ready to fuck!  \ldblquote I knocked on your door but got no answer.\rdblquote  Then, \ldblquote I guess I should have left it at that but I did open your door.  I just didn\rquote t think you would be laying on your bed that way.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Did you like what you saw?\rquote\par
\tab They arrived at the table and that was it.\par
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\tab Cyndia-Cyndia-Cyndia!\par
\tab Taking the high school electronic class was a big help.  A little confusing, a lot confounding; but in the end\emdash success!  Greg scored a B- and had a clearer understanding of diodes, electrodes, amplifiers, transistors and all that jazz.  \par
\tab But applying that knowledge to his one and only minding gadget was tricky\emdash not too mention frightful.  The minding device was his \ldblquote one and only.\rdblquote   Fuck it up and show\rquote s over.  And that would just suck!\par
\page\tab But early on and Greg had realized how limited his nifty little gadget was.  It needed enhancement.  The only way to enhance was to open up the case and start tweaking, adding a component, whatever.  A semester and Greg wondered if it was enough.  He liked the high school campus and couldn\rquote t wait until he got there regularly.  The girls were something else, bigger parts, prettier, more shape, more flirtatious, and a hell of a lot more of them.\par
\tab Once the case was open\emdash Greg knew he needed another semester of Electronics 101, 1A, Advanced Electronics, and Are You Over Your Head (repairing the toaster)?  But with a sigh and dire determination\emdash Greg persevered; the EMAD needed an upgrade but there wasn\rquote t much to \ldblquote upgrade.\rdblquote   There was one circuit board with a sensory touch pad, no wires.\par
\tab Greg had some components but wasn\rquote t sure exactly how to attach them or what they would do\emdash if anything, once he did.  A genuine fear was losing the effects\emdash those marvels electronical effects of the EMAD once he did something griped him.  He had a good thing going\emdash why risk fucking it up?\par
\tab Why indeed.\par
\tab Cyndia (actually pronounced \ldblquote Cindy\rdblquote  but spelt different to fuck with you) was playing with her dolls in the family room.  Greg\rquote s newly repaired bike skidded to a stop outside on the patio where he met his Mom coming out of the house.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh Greg, so glad you\rquote re home!\rdblquote\par
\tab Greg smiled, he had her on his List, too, (to conquer).\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s up?\rdblquote  noting that she seemed haggard.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, it\rquote s Marsha, I forgot bla-bla-bla and Marsha needs bla-bla-bla so she can bla-bla-bla so I need to go bla-bla-bla so I need you to stay here and watch over Cyndia.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sure, Mom, no prob.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No prob!\rdblquote  quipped his Mom trying to keep up with the younger generation lingo.  She bounded off to the family car and was gone\emdash leaving Greg alone with little Cyndia once more.\par
\tab Dad was at work.\par
\tab Jan was at a school event.\par
\tab Marsha was on some lofty pedestal trying to be Miss Goody with her Mom\rquote s help.  The wheels in Greg\rquote s head whirled and whirled.  As soon as the sound of the car was down the street, Greg happily and eagerly made his way into the house.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Will you play with me?\rdblquote  Cyndia asked as her big brother made his way in.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sure!\rdblquote  he said beamingly.  \par
\tab They played dolls (again) and had a tea party (again.)\par
\tab Then it was time fro Greg\rquote s favorite game\emdash\lquote guess what\rquote s in your mouth.\rquote   His cock was already salivating.  To be safe\emdash and plausibly uninterrupted, Greg hustled his na\'efve little sis up to his room (and surreptitiously locked the door (for no unannounced intrusions)) then distracted Cyndia with having her sing him a song, blind fold her, whirl her around then\emdash\par
\tab Electronic Mind Altering Device powers\emdash activate!\par
\tab Laying Cyndia out on his bed he paused a moment, then got down to business taking off her shoes, socks, pants, and top.  Then another long moment as he stared and took in the naked tyke.  He smiled.  Of course, there was no way he could breech her cunt\emdash or asshole.  but\emdash\par
\tab For the next hour Greg enjoyed a significant amount of \ldblquote rubbing.\rdblquote\par
\tab Humping, grinding, licking, and even spanking!\par
\tab It turned him on (the spanking) and confounded him, too.  It was phenomenal to be able to administer such discipline and the recipient not even aware.  \par
\tab Greg\rquote s cock got quite the work out grinding and humping all over the sibling\rquote s body.  Her pussy and ass was the primary target but he also enjoyed humping and grinding against her face.  And the only hole possible was her mouth\emdash but not much of his cock could he get in there.  But he was satisfied and after an hour of so he quit.\par
\tab A significant amount of brotherly love coated her cunt area, also her ass, asshole, and face.  The simple fact that Cyndia was indeed a mere child didn\rquote t bother Greg; it did but not on the level of his sexual thinking.  She wasn\rquote t biologically connected to him so he didn\rquote t consider his messing with her (or her sisters) incestuous.\par
\tab It was sex.  Pure and simple in all its grody terms.   \par
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Mommie dearest\par
\tab\ldblquote Greg, would you help me with some things in the attic?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sure!\rdblquote  Greg was always eager to help his moment.  Very eager.\par
\tab The attic was stuffed with crap; crap-crap-crap.  Furniture from both sides of the family mostly.  His new Mommy wanted some of the furniture to begin integrating it into the normal household.\par
\tab No one else was home.\par
\tab Perfect.\par
\page\tab A lamp, a pair of nightstands, a quilt, a wall hanging, a throw rug, and a coffetable made the trek from the attic to the living room.  The lamp was hideous but supposedly a family heirloom.  Greg kept his comments to himself.  The nightstands were from an era no one knew of.  The quilt was to be a wall hanging and was of some odd geometric shape.  Greg liked it but found it hard to stare out for too long.\par
\tab Carol made one more look around in the attic for something to take down; she swept up a little, opened a small round window and was never the wiser of her one and only teenage son behind her.  \par
\tab The dust stirred up settled.  Carol went still.  Greg sighed.\par
\tab Getting naughty with Marsha\emdash that was one thing.\par
\tab Getting willingly naughty with Jan\emdash that was one thing.\par
\tab Getting super naughty with Cyndia\emdash that was one thing.\par
\tab Getting freaky naughty with the new Mom?  That was a category all its own.  But that was the way it was and Greg liked it.  It was a bother that Carol was in her mid thirties; she still had form and good looks.  Her laugh, smile, and demeanor were intoxicating.  There was a serious side but it seldom showed.\par
\tab For a few moments all Greg could do was stare.  He took in the woman, admired her, and for the first time since she had come into his life relaxed.  He couldn\rquote t explain it but since she had come into his life he had been on edge.  The girls were ok, in the beginning he really didn\rquote t care for them let alone notice them.  Then as the dating of his Dad and Carol continued and got serious, the girls came over to the house and there were outings the noticing took on a new note.\par
\tab It had been over a year and Greg still didn\rquote t know what to think of having \ldblquote sisters.\rdblquote   They were ok, there were fights, bickerings, invasions of privacy, and typical sibling rivalry; Greg had a solution to that.  \par
\tab Greg had a solution to his cunt hungry aching cock, too.\par
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\tab Paisley blue panties greeted Greg as he got Carol\rquote s blue pants down (and off.)  A tapestry rug was laid out on a sturdy dinning table and Carol was laid out on that (for comfort.)  Her blouse was off and she was clad in panties and bra.  Greg\rquote s cock was about to bust wide open.\par
\tab Another round of long lingering salivating gazing, though, before anything else.  In the back of his mind he knew time was precious so he stepped up the gazing and pulled the woman\rquote s panties down (and off.)\par
\page\tab A trim twat.  The pubes on Carol\rquote s cunt were really very well trim and Greg figured his Dad fucked her on a regular basis.  Equipped with the EMAD, Greg was gonna fuck her on a regular basis, too!  And casually, as he undressed he wondered if his dear ole Dad would like to fuck Marsha (on a regular basis?)\par
\tab What about Jan?\par
\tab What about Cyndia?\par
\tab Occasionally Greg noted that his Dad hugged the girls; he patted them on the back and with Cyndia he cupped her butt (while holding her.)  But was that a Fatherly thing or did he have an ulterior motive\emdash along with a boner?\par
\tab It was something to think about\emdash but first!\par
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\tab There was a slight hint of \ldblquote pee\rdblquote  to Carol\rquote s cunt but it didn\rquote t turn Greg off\emdash it enthused him!  He licked, lapped, nipped the lips and wondered what she would think if she knew?  What would she think if she knew he had humped the beejesus out of Cyndia?  What if she knew he was having regular sex with willing Jan?  What if she knew\'85\par
\tab Greg gingerly slid his cock s-l-o-w-l-y into his new Mommy\rquote s cunt and once all the way in let his cock hump there for a moment before s-l-o-w-l-y pulling out.  Once out he humped the gash before returning to her crevice and hump there for several minutes.\par
\tab The pussy of Carol wasn\rquote t particularly tight but it was pleasingly snug.  Greg didn\rquote t care; all that mattered was the simple fact that he was humping his step-Mom!  That scored big points on the Conquer and Fuck scorecard.  She was totally naked and totally unaware\emdash Greg was more than satisfied.\par
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Bang the sheep slowly\par
\tab The redneck church by the river had quite a congregation; a stern looking daddy getting a hummer in his pick-up; a grandpa humping naughtily to the extreme his two young granddaughters; two teens having their way with a lovely flaming red haired girl the young sister of one of those teens; and on and on it went.\par
\tab Mack found one more. \par
\page\tab After some astute observation of Paul Mikelson, Mack determined he was like him, a strong candidate for inclusion to the exclusive Pervert\rquote s Association.  It took awhile, Mack had others to observe and continue to follow and keep tabs on.  He was very impressed with Greg, Keith, the Grandpa, the rest.  All had qualities that were admirable and possibly useful in case need be. \par
\tab But Mack living on his own at the remote digs outside town liked his remoteness and private life.  Of course, he had a reason\emdash he had young peoples in his remote dig that were not related to him or assigned to him.  Bonnie and Hanna, the Carney twins were some; Jena Lynn had been added recently.  \par
\tab There was no self-control for Mack Borelin; there were others sharing the remote dwelling.  A couple of boys and four more girls.  Four more girls!  No self-control whatsoever.  One girl was black and another was of Chinese origin.  For the time being\emdash Mack thought what he had would suffice.  He planned on having his way with them, enjoying them, doing whatever then exchange them for new ones.  That was the plan.\par
\tab What had begun to bug him, though, was\emdash doing it alone.  He had long thought of acquiring a sidekick; someone who was like him.   He had begun to think that there was no one like him\emdash and then there was Paul.  From what he had learned so far he surmised that Paul would enjoy Bonnie, Hanna, Sara, Tosha, Jena, Charles, Bryan, Samantha, and Pia.\par
\tab There was a yearning, a desire, for companionship; someone to share his life, his likes, and so on.  Was Paul the one?  There was hesitation; fear.  Trusting someone else with vital information about a particular lifestyle that was unapproved by the general public was a cause for concern.  But Mack relied on his instincts and his instincts told him that Paul Mikelson was the one.  But to be sure\'85\fs24\par
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