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Book 3\par
Sidetrips\par
Chapter 20\par
What\rquote ll they think of Next?\par
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\tab Her eyes fluttered, her head shook, locks of brown hair fluffed.  She blinked her eyes once, twice, three times and then was still.  Her mouth twitched and the expression on her face was one of confusion.\par
\tab Chris waved his hand before her face.  He pulled his hand back and came to within half an inch of smacking her square in the nose.  She made no adverse reactions, like blocking, hitting him with pepper spray, clunking him with her baton, or popping off a few rounds from her .38 holstered at her side.\par
\tab Chris sighed relief.  \ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  he breathed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bring her in, dumbass!\rdblquote  Harold bitched.  He continued pumping the cheerleader, scarcely pausing or stopping while the deputy had nearly busted them.  Chris pulled the deputy sheriff into the bookstore, gulped and escorted her to a side aisle.  In the security mirror in the corners Chris watched as Harold fucked the bejesus out Charlotte.\par
\tab Chris looked at the deputy.  On a whim he touched her, her eyes fluttered and he stopped breathing.  He stood to the side of her and grabbed her ass.  She twitched and seemed as if though she were struggling.  Chris griped the Pen tightly in hand and squeezed the woman\rquote s ass.\par
\tab He gauged her to be early thirties, no more than that.  A nice rack, good face, tight crotch.  She did nothing more than twitch and flutter her eyes.  Harold had \ldblquote finished\rdblquote  with Charlotte and had put her on the floor moving on to Jessica Flanders.\par
\tab Chris sighed, let out his breath and pulled out his cock, he took the woman\rquote s hand and had her grip his bone.  She wore a utility/weapons belt, he wondered if he dared remove it.  He swallowed.  He had grave concerns about messing with the woman.\page\tab Harold had Bonnie Taylor laid out on the cashier counter, on her stomach, naked.  He was pounding behind her, spanking her and she was somewhat not all the way \ldblquote effected.\rdblquote   Chris left the deputy to \ldblquote re-flash\rdblquote  Bonnie.  Harold shut and shielded his eyes and Chris let fly with the blinding brain numbing light.\par
\tab Bonnie settled down a little better there after.\par
\tab For Chris it was okay, but both he and Harold agreed (later on) that they would prefer whoever they were boning to be more with it, alert, \ldblquote awake.\rdblquote   Chris realized that making love, fucking, raping, molesting, would be more intense if both parties were \ldblquote aware.\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold was done with Bonnie, his cock was screaming, purple, and in dire agony.  Too much of a good thing.  He collapsed to the floor almost in tears.  Collapsed on the floor with him was Charlotte and Jessica already, he pulled the naked Bonnie onto him and the front door of the book shop opened.\par
\tab Chris nearly shit-panicked.  He barely managed to get his schlong back in his pants, behind him came two teens, a boy and a girl, happily yapping away.  They were caught off guard, which was good.  Chris couldn\rquote t \ldblquote flash\rdblquote  them in time, they moved off to a direction behind Chris as he struggled to conceal his bone and his friend slinking exhaustingly behind the counter.  The two teens moved still yapping lowly to an ailse on the far side of the store.  \par
\tab Harold patted Bonnie\rquote s ass, all three bitches were nude, cum dripping if not coating their pussies and/or asshole and/or their breasts and mouths.  Jessica was the only virgin.  Bonnie was an anal virgin.  Charlotte, naturally, the cheerleader, was a slut.  She wasn\rquote t \ldblquote loose\rdblquote  but definitely not a virgin.\par
\tab Using the security mirrors in the corners of the store\rquote s front area Chris could see the two newcomers sitting in an aisle with some magazines.  For now they were all right.  Chris gathered himself and came to the door, gotta lock that thing.\par
\tab But no--\par
\tab More customers.\page\tab A young single sort high class white female entered the store.  Knee length chiffon dress, baubles here and there, long silky bouncy dark hair, friendly smile and in her mid thirties.\par
\tab A staunch woman who was exceedingly tall, broad shouldered, denim-like dress below the knee, some frills, early 40s came along just behind the prissy woman.  She came with two kiddies, a little boy \lquote bout 7 with a little girl \lquote bout 6.\par
\tab Flash-Flash-Flash-double Flash Flash\par
\tab Once \ldblquote assembled\rdblquote  Chris locked the damn door.  He turned the sign, CLOSED and pulled the shades.  Across the street he saw two deputy sheriff\rquote s cars and as many as five deputies talking to the woman he and Harold had just \ldblquote encountered.\rdblquote   Chris assumed that the deputy in the store was from that bunch, going on a door-to-door hunt.\par
\tab Chris had a bad-bad feeling.  Hearing giggling voices he was alerted to the other two customers.  Getting a little pissed he moved slowly and quietly towards them, then quickly Flashed them.\par
\tab He sighed.  \ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote   this was not a secure place to \ldblquote do business.\rdblquote\par
\tab He rubbed the girl\rquote s back, she was about 15 or so, very slender, nice build, long straight sandy brown hair.  Long jaw line, peppy and perky with nominal breasts.  She wore a red/white/blue stripped summer top.  The boy was a fresh faced geeky looking dork, he wore a blue jersey shirt with a number 12 on it, he was a soccer geek.\par
\tab In their sitting position, the girl sat in such a way as Chris could see the hem of her panties in the back.  Chris looked into the security mirrors, from deep inside the narrow store he couldn\rquote t see the counter, the phone rang, the air conditioner kicked on, he didn\rquote t care.  He squatted beside the girl and raised her top.\par
\tab He went whole hog thereafter, pulling the top off and then undoing the bra.  Nice teenage titties.  Not overdone, not overwhelming.  He pawed them, squeezed them, adored them.  They were soft, supple, alluring.  Down came his pants and his severely aching schlong eased into the girl\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab There was no stopping, not now.  The girl was laid out on the green carpeted floor, her jeans undone and worked down.  He sat up straddling her legs, admiring her clad in her white panties with roses all over.  Bikini style undies.  Nice.\page\tab The panties were rolled down, bunched up at her ankles.  The boyfriend stared at the row of magazines before him.  Chris wondered if the boy had gotten anywhere with the girl--like he was about to do.  Chris smiled and popped his neck then went down on the girl, tugging her panties down with his teeth.\par
\tab He stared and stared and stated.  \lquote What the fuck?\rquote  he knew he was a little na\'efve about females and their special problems.  But the \ldblquote string\rdblquote  dangling out of the girl\rquote s cunny got him.  He tugged on it and it came out.\par
\tab It was bloody.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit, dude, she\rquote s on the rag!\rdblquote  scoffed a naked Harold coming up to check on his pal.  Chris felt a little ill and his cock lost some momentum.\par
\tab He still wasn\rquote t too clear on the concept of \ldblquote rag\rdblquote  but stuffed the blood soaked tube back up into the girl\rquote s twat and waited until Harold had gone off some where\rquote s else.\par
\tab He tried poking her asshole, it seemed pretty ungiving and there was no \ldblquote string\rdblquote  dangling out of it.  His hands caressed her ass and soon his dong was ready for plunging.  But it was difficult to do by himself, and the girl virtually \ldblquote unconscious.\rdblquote   He raised her hips and tried poking her back door but it wouldn\rquote t go, she needed held up with cheeks open.\par
\tab He left her to see what Harold was doing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude, I-I don\rquote t think we\rquote ve got too much time.\rdblquote  Chris told his bud, his bid had the little girl\rquote s dress off, panties down, checking her out.  He didn\rquote t pay any attention to Chris.  Chris masturbated and fretted, he didn\rquote t like what was happening--too many at once and cops in the area, not too mention one in the store!\par
\tab Chris had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.\par
\tab But seeing the staunch woman\rquote s little girl naked kind of eased those fears.  He squatted before her as Harold worked the little boy\rquote s slacks down.  Chris watched him, \lquote Fucker aint got no fucking morals!\rquote   \par
\tab The little girl about six or so was laid out on the floor.  Chris licked her cunny, opening her legs and driving his tongue into her slit.  His cock screamed for the demand of pleasure.  Harold had the little boy nude and was sucking on his little dick!\par
\tab To the little girl Chris laid his schlong and humped, grinding hard and striving to get his nut.  He watched Harold slurp off on the young boy, bend him over and lick his crack.  A finger was plunged into the lad\rquote s hole and Harold tried to make anal penetration but his cock was already too worrn out for that.  He moved on to the gal in the chiffon dress.\page\tab It was a good deal of splooge, but some at least.  His cock was screaming.  He smeared the goo all over the child\rquote s cunny and asshole, then on a whim kept her panties.  Her dress he put back on and then dressed the boy.  Harold, in the next aisle had the chiffon woman naked and was fucking her hard.\par
\tab Chris found a strange desire when dressing the boy, he was enticed.  He found himself rubbing on the boy\rquote s ass, squeezing the cheeks and trying to finger fuck his asshole.  He was then directed to note he was methodically fondling the boy\rquote s cock.\par
\tab The teen girl he dressed, taking her panties, too.\par
\tab Harold was getting a drink of water.  \ldblquote Dude, I want to get the fuck outta here!\rdblquote  Chris bitched.  Harold farted and washed his cock off in the water fountain, he smiled and waltzed freely up to the front again.  Chris followed, \rquote No tact, no morals.\rquote   but he was still a friend.\par
\tab The cheerleader girls were once more fondled, spanked, fingered, kissed, and grinded on.  Chris had to admit that there WAS some excitement in waltzing about naked and doing terribly naughty things.  With one of the teen girls (not on a rag) Chris did manage to slip his schlong into a fuck.\par
\tab Charlotte had panties, cheerleader panties.  That weren\rquote t as good as regular panties, but Harold snagged them anyways--\rdblquote Man, I wish I could be here when they come around and realize!\rdblquote\par
\tab The phone rang, and rang, and rang.  Peeking out the blinds two local law enforcement dudes were waltzing across the street.  Chris gulped.  \ldblquote We\rquote re boned, we gotta cheese it!\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls were dressed, just minus their undies.  They were sticky and sore, and minus several minutes of their lives.  There was no going out the front door, it was kept locked and the boys beat feet to the back service door.\par
\tab An alarm went off and that wasn\rquote t good.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s the Pen!?\rdblquote  Chris suddenly couldn\rquote t find the Pen.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck!\rdblquote  he bitched, \ldblquote I must have dropped it--inside!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Go back and get it!\rdblquote  bitched Harold.\par
\tab\ldblquote Forget you, you go get it!\rdblquote\par
\tab So Harold did.\par
\tab Chris waited breathlessly outside, mind in a total whir, this was not good, not good, no--not good at all.\page\tab Harold came running out the back, Pen in hand, \ldblquote RUN!\rdblquote  the boys bolted across the twenty-five feet or so of open ground to the cinder block security wall.  Beyond lay a massive open field, but the boys made a turn after scaling the wall and falling on the other side.   \par
\tab The made for other buildings, just as a sheriff\rquote s patrol car raced around the corner behind them.  Three deputies hit the wall shouting for the boys to stop.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude!  Out fucking bikes!\rdblquote  parked outside the store\'85\par
\tab Oh well.\par
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\tab It took them half an hour to calm down, another half hour to move alongside Freemont Ave. that was the cross street of the supermarket and bookstore.  Every cop car for Cartersville and two highway patrol cars were parked at the bookstore.  The boys could see their bikes, not at the store actually, but in a common bike rack.  To the left of the store was a shoe store and a barber shop.  On the other side was a vacant building and then a music store/hock it shop.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take your shirt off, dude.\rdblquote  Harold said.  He had already taken his off, waded it up and then tore the sleeves.  Chris removed his.  Finding a plastic supermarket food bag they stuffed their shirts in to make like they had been \ldblquote shopping.\rdblquote\par
\tab Police tape was being strung up to cordon off the area.\par
\tab The old black barber shop man was being questioned, other cars were coming in, friends and relatives of the \ldblquote victims.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude,\rdblquote  bitch whispered Chris, \ldblquote I think we over did it a little.\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold said nothing but carefully strolled up to their bikes.\par
\tab They had to go under the police tape and when they made for their bikes they were hailed by the local constabulary.\par
\tab Chris was in a panic and sweating.\par
\tab The deputy admonished the boys,  \ldblquote Hold it!  What are you doing?  Where have you been?  Do you have ID?\rdblquote   the boys only had school ID and didn\rquote t have it on them.  They gave fake names and addresses, they asked what was going, \ldblquote A shooting?  Who got popped!?\rdblquote  and stuff like that.  The deputy was not one of the ones who had given chase.\par
\tab The deputy let the boys retrieve their bikes, admonishing them some more about just \ldblquote waltzing\rdblquote  under a police tape line that said clearly, \ldblquote DO NOT CROSS!\rdblquote\page\tab The Malt Shoppe. \par
\tab One malt, two malt, three malt, four!  Neither boy spoke, just ordered their malts and sat in a booth corner.  No one they knew was about.  Harold seemed in fantasy land and acting nonchalant.  Chris reflected on what they had done.  He was worried.  A little scared.  They had overdone it, too many in one place at one time.  What could be their stories?  How to explain the missing undies, the stickiness!?\par
\tab Suddenly Harold got up and began undressing.\par
\tab Chris stared at him, \ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote\par
\tab Harold stripped and went over the turquoise counter.  The soda clerk gal screamed, Harold zapped her with the Flash Pen.  Chris bitched to himself that he hadn\rquote t gotten the Pen back from him, he knew Harold would go nuts with it.\par
\tab The soda clerk girl WAS a cutey, early 20s.  Harold made quick work of stripping her out of her clothes.  Another clerk came out from an office and shrieked, Harold zapped her, too.\par
\tab But it was broad daylight, downtown.  Customers were likely to waltz in at any moment.\par
\tab Right on the ice cream shelf of the freezer Harold had the first girl sprawled out and he was on her, fucking the fuck out of her.  Chris gulped and stood and was about to make his way when the door bell jingled and in waltzed a deputy sheriff.  She was the one from the bookstore.\par
\tab A male deputy was with her.\par
\tab The woman he and Harold had nailed in the supermarket parking lot accompanied them, the black barber shop man and all the customers of the bookstore.\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s the one!\rdblquote  pointed out the teen girl Chris had turned down \lquote cause she was \ldblquote on the rag.\rdblquote   Chris looked for an exit.  There was none.  The deputy came to Chris, never minding Harold who was still doinking the soda girl.\par
\tab Chris backed up against the wall.  The other deputy grabbed him and roughly turned him into the wall.  His pants were jerked down along with his underwear.\par
\tab\ldblquote Think it was funny what you did?\rdblquote  bitched the female deputy.  She grabbed a holt of his hair and pushed him down, into a bent over position.  The male deputy then stepped up and rammed a nightstick up Chris\rquote  rectum.\page\tab When he turned his head the female deputy was nude, she had a stun gun in her hand and was touching the prongs to his balls.  The male deputy had turned the nightstick over to the first woman from the supermarket lot.  The female deputy touched the stun gun to his balls again as the makeshift dildo rammed deeper into his asshole.\par
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\tab\ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote What the fuck\rquote s yer problem?\rdblquote  was said in a sleepy voice.  Chris sat bolt upright, breathing hard and sweating profusely.  Beside him a rumbling Harold farted and turned back to sleep.  Chris breathed hard for a long while, slowly focusing.\par
\tab Slowly he settled down, he heard the windmill, the frogs, someone in the bathroom.  His balls ached like never before.  His mind was in turmoil, too.  Slowly he swung his legs out of bed and sat on the edge.  His mouth was dry and he wanted something from the fridge to quench it, but his legs were weak and he couldn\rquote t move.\par
\tab The Pen, the Flash Pen, where was it?\par
\tab Or WAS there even a Flash Pen at all?  What was the dream part and what was the nightmare?  He sat still for a while longer, trying to let his mind compensate.  Shelly?  Had they molested Shelly?  Had they encountered Mr. Thomas?  He struggled hard to determined what was Dream and what was Real.  It was a real pisser.\par
\tab At length he damned his aching legs and got up.  In the hallway he heard a noise; grunting, groaning.  Carefully he peeked into his father\rquote s room and saw Suzie on top, she was being hefted up and down as she rode his daddy cock.  Chris popped his neck and then slowly retreated, a private tender \ldblquote bonding\rdblquote  moment between father and daughter.\par
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\tab After a glass of milk he lay back down beside the sleeping Harold.  What was Real and what was the Dream?  Or was he still dreaming?  It had been a hell of a dream, that was for sure.  A hell of a dream.  But from where did the dream begin?\par
\tab If it was a dream.\par
\tab Harold.\par
\tab He knew Harold had no tact, no morals, but would he really sink so low as to molest a little toddler?  Little boys, too?  Go from one bitch to the next, fuck willy nilly over and over!?  He sighed and tried to sleep.  He heard someone in the bathroom flushing and then using the sink.  He was too tired to look up and cock his head to see into the bathroom.  \page\tab There was no light, just the dim light from the nite light at the baseboard of the hallway.  He settled back down into the pillow, hands behind his head listening to mother nature outside his window.  He sighed, Harold farted, and Suzie came to him.  He made room for her.\par
\tab\ldblquote You alright?\rdblquote  he whispered.\par
\tab Suzie said nothing, she was sleepy.  And naked.\par
\tab She snuggled against him and was fast to sleep in no time.  Chris cuddled her, fondling her lightly and soon was asleep himself.\par
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\tab Semi rudely he was awakened come the morn.  \ldblquote Dude!\rdblquote  said Harold, his favorite word.  He was naked and smiling, had a massive boner going.  Chris who felt as if though he had just gotten to a sound sleep grumbled and followed his naked friend.\par
\tab They peeked into the living room:  father and daughter were at it again, this time with Suzie on her hands and knees.  The TV was on, cartoons.  Father Carl was cinched up tight to his little girl, plowing her behind good, he had a good grip on her ass and pumped madly before straining now and then.\par
\tab Harold fondled Chris\rquote  bone and eased behind him.  Chris felt the boy\rquote s cock going up between his legs, touching his nut sac.  Chris had a boner, too.  He still wondered if THIS was a dream?  How could he tell?\par
\tab Slowly the two returned to their own room whereupon Chris flopped onto his bed, face down.  Harold came to him and began kissing his ass, parting the cheeks and tonguing his rim.  Chris\rquote  cock pressed hard against the bed.  Desperately he wanted to fuck Suzie, Shelly, and especially Brandy!\par
\tab He turned over and filled the bed, opening his legs and bringing them back.  Harold wasted no time and mounted, poking Chris\rquote  asshole, humping his balls and grinding before actually penetrating him.\par
\tab Chris could \ldblquote feel\rdblquote  the presence of cock in his ass.  He could feel his aching cock and balls.  He could feel his heart beating, he smelled the wildflowers, felt his bed, saw Harold\rquote s sweating face and glistening blue eyes.  Was it REAL, though!?\par
\tab Harold was buried deep and almost to the point of cumming when Suzie and father walked by.  Suzie paused staring at the boys fucking.  She fingered her swollen cunny; her ass cheeks, pussy, chest and face anointed with man cum, daddy cum.\page\tab She was guided into the bathroom for clean up.  Carl moved into the boys\rquote  room, masturbating his swollen cock that was returning to size.  He came onto the bed inching up to his son.  Harold ploughed and plowed, at the doorway Suzie watched in awe.\par
\tab Harold slowed down, trying to keep from exploding into the tight funk hole he was fucking, but he couldn\rquote t deny the orgasm and he filled the dirt chute deeply.  Carl smacked Harold\rquote s ass, squeezing the flesh and smacking him as he strained.\par
\tab Chris masturbated his father\rquote s cock, clutching at his balls and sucking on the head.  Suzie had come to the foot of the bed, deeply intrigued by the homosexuality (though she didn\rquote t know the dirty deeds on the bed had a name.)  (not too mention the illicitness of father and son humping.)\par
\tab Pre-cum was soiling the head of Chris\rquote  dong.  He didn\rquote t want to touch or fondle his cock, it was to explode and he desired it better to be in a hole, someone\rquote s hole, any hole, anyone\rquote s hole!  Chris slurped on his father hot throbbing cock, swallowing most of it.  It was a little retching and not too clean--having been up Suzie\rquote s cunt and asshole recently.\par
\tab Harold humped Chris\rquote  balls, his cum squirter having had a time dwelling in Chris\rquote  poop chute began to go limp, but was still thickened and stout enough to hump a little more.  Carl positioned his daughter Suzie onto her brother.  Chris himself guided his cock up into her pussy.  In spite of her being doinked by her father\rquote s manly dong her cunt was still tightly pleasing to Chris\rquote  schlong.  He slid her all the way down and both she and Chris sucked on their daddy\rquote s bone.\par
\tab Harold rested his cock and used his tongue to tongue out Suzie\rquote s asshole and suck on Chris\rquote  fuzzies.  Chris felt his bone straining and pre-shooting cum, his whole body twitched, eyes fluttered uncontrollably.  He held onto his sister\rquote s hips and drove his cock deep into her.\par
\tab Harold finger fucked her asshole then stood up and angled his boner to her gooey hole.  Just as Chris fired off his cock, Harold penetrated the girl\rquote s rectum and boned her good.  Chris could feel Harold\rquote s cock, it was a weird feeling.  \par
\tab Suzie sucked on her father\rquote s cock, working and getting splashed again with more man spew.  Harold humped madly but couldn\rquote t cum, his balls were \ldblquote empty.\rdblquote   He smacked Suzie\rquote s sweet ass with his schlong, then with his legs being weak and nimble he came onto the bed laying down to catch a breather.\page\tab Carl sat back on his heels, stroking his bone.  Suzie lay on her brother, staring at her father\rquote s massive fuck pole.  Chris\rquote  cock faded to flaccid state inside his sister\rquote s cunt.  He held her and felt the desire to kiss her, on the mouth and then IN the mouth.  He held off on that.\par
\tab Harold moved about on the bed to where his ass was close to Mr. Mitchell.  Carl caressed the boy\rquote s ass, smacked it, tugged on the nut sac and then positioned himself straddling the boy\rquote s ass.  Harold raised his hips up and Carl entered him.\par
\tab Slowly.  Very slowly.  Harold dug into the bed and twisted a bit as the massive fuck stick inched it\rquote s way into his asshole.  Once all seven inches were in, Carl began to pump.  Harold bucked and moved his hips back and forth, Carl gripped the boy\rquote s hips and somewhat held him still as he wanted to do all the pumping.  He did reach around and grab the boy\rquote s cock and circle jerk him.\par
\tab Their fucking did entice Chris to get hard; it hurt, his cock was in dire agony.  But he pumped Suzie\rquote s pussy, laid it up between her cheeks, poked her hole and tried penetration there, but his cock was too sore and not quite strong enough to breech the rim.\par
\tab The stench of the room got to Chris, his body, the other bodies.  He was lathered in sex sweat, a nice soak in the tub would be nice.  This took a few minutes to fully become the general thought throughout his aching sore body.  He took Suzie with him.  \page\tab While Chris and Suzie bathed, Daddy Carl and Harold continued their unionship on the bed.  Chris felt revitalized in the tub, he enjoyed bathing with Suzie, he couldn\rquote t remember the last time they had done so--legally or morally.  It had been awhile anyways.  He wondered with all the doinking her little pussy and asshole got if SHE got sore, like his cock and balls did?\par
\tab She didn\rquote t seem to complain.  He admired her snatch and deeply wanted to fuck her friend, Shelly.  Then Brandy, Brandy\rquote s sister, maybe her mom, Mr. Thomas\rquote  new daughters\'85\par
\tab Hmmmm.\par
\tab Mr. Thomas.  The Flash Pen.  If he could find the Pen then he was relatively certain for some assuredly that he was not cracking up and there was some realism to his dementia.\par
\tab He dried Suzie off, she dried him.  They toyed (fingered) one another, he mostly attentive to her dainty little pussy, he was slowly understanding the difference in a \ldblquote virgin\rdblquote  pussy and a \ldblquote non-virgin\rdblquote  pussy.  He hugged her and fondled her ass and pressed himself against her.\par
\tab Then, it happened.  It just happened.  They kissed.\par
\tab A deep penetrating kiss.\par
\tab Suzie was giving and deeply involved.  Chris felt the stirring of hardness in his loins.  \lquote Oh no, not again!\rquote  but he did love the feeling of smooching, despite it being merely his little sister.  (He hadn\rquote t another girl to smooch on.)\par
\tab At length he couldn\rquote t stand it any longer and into her sweet freshly washed cunt he slid his freshly washed revitalized cock.  They fucked on the bathroom floor before Suzie had to \ldblquote go to the bathroom.\rdblquote   That was okay, Chris had emptied into her, not much, just barely enough.  He felt the need to pee, too.  And so while sister Suzie squatted on the toilet, Chris pissed between her legs, her own pee peeing on his dick.\par
\tab They kissed some more and he wanted to fuck her some more, in her ass and then watch suck his cock.  He wanted her badly.  And he would not be denied.  After peeing he turned her over across the toilet and stuffed her backdoor; fingering it, spanking it, kissing it lovingly with his tongue and then stuffing it with is cock.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t get enough of her.  After creaming her poop chute he hugged her and lay on the floor embracing her, kissing her and soiling her stomach until exhaustion overwhelmed him and he (and she) drifted off to some sleep.\page\tab He let his breath out, slowly.  The Pen.  He held it in his hand.  That was something.  He popped his neck and clutched at the unique device, so the encounter with Mr. Thomas was real.  He guessed, he supposed.\par
\tab It had come to Chris that in as many days (how many?) he had his dad hadn\rquote t really talked much.  Mostly about the \ldblquote chores\rdblquote  that needed to be done.  But heart-to-heart talks?  Naw, non-existent.\par
\tab He knew that his old man enjoyed screwing Suzie.  And buggering himself and Harold.   So how did he feel about others?  The Pen Flasher he placed in a leather pouch and tied--it--around--his neck.   Hmmm.  Just like in the dream?\par
\tab\ldblquote Too bad that Shelly don\rquote t get lost up our way sometime.\rdblquote  Chris said offhandedly as he helped load the pickup with orchard stock.  His father looked to him curiously.\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s a friend of your sister\rquote s, you be careful.\rdblquote\par
\tab Hmmmm  Chris smiled and shrugged, \ldblquote I-I probably wouldn\rquote t do anything.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Unless there was a way or something.\rdblquote   again his father looked to him.  Chris gulped.  \ldblquote Well, I-I I just mean, you know, if, IF there was some way to-to make a person--uhm, you know, easier to-to do something with and-and she wouldn\rquote t know anything about it or be able to do or wouldn\rquote t be able to remember--afterwards.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Just be careful.  Damn careful.  Now\rquote s not the time to fuck up.\rdblquote  seldom did his father cuss like that.  He was serious.\par
\tab Chris nodded.  \ldblquote But-but it\rquote d be cool, wouldn\rquote t it, if-if there was something like--I mean, if a girl, like Shelly, was say lost and clunked her head or something.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris saw his father gouge himself, his mind was whirling, possibly thinking of young Shelly.  \ldblquote She\rquote d be just as good as Suzie.\rdblquote   his father furled his lips and slowly nodded his head!\par
\tab\ldblquote And-and a girl OLDER than Suzie and Shelly would be even better, huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab His father gave him a long serious look.\par
\tab\ldblquote You trying to tell me something, son?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry, Dad, just-just talking.\rdblquote  he tried to smile and be nonchalant.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s okay to fantasize, but rash actions against another can get yer hide into serious trouble.  Now\rquote s not the time to screw up.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris nodded that he understood.\par
\tab Chris persisted, he had a burning question he needed to know the answer to.  They loaded the last boxes of fresh fruit and began securing the load.  \ldblquote I was just wondering--you know, out load an\rquote  all--\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote What? Spit it out, son.\rdblquote  he dad was getting impatient.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, I-I was watching this movie and there was this girl, about Suzie and Shelly\rquote s age who got lost and fell into a mine shaft and got knocked out.  This main character finds her and--\rdblquote  he paused.\par
\tab\ldblquote And what?\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was embarrassed now.  He popped his neck and fingers and tightened the rope on his side of the flat bed pickup.\par
\tab His father nodded that he understood what the main character of the movie must of done.\par
\tab\ldblquote And-and later on he comes across an older girl, a teenager.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And does her, too?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Is there a point to this, son?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  Chris said wiping his brow, \ldblquote what if we came up on a girl like that, in a well or something, unconscious?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  drawled his dad, \ldblquote the civil thing to do would be to make sure she was okay.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris nodded and knew that that was the correct thing to do.  He looked a little disappointed and knew that he shouldn\rquote t have brought it up.  At all.  He cinched down the last rope and came around the truck to meet his dad.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then,\rdblquote  his dad continued, \ldblquote as long as she was okay, have fun with her!\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris was shocked.  He wouldn\rquote t believe it.  \ldblquote Wow, really?  You\rquote d be cool with it?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sure, why not?\rdblquote\par
\tab Why not!?\par
\tab There were now more posing pressing questions, though.  \tab\par
\tab Carl honked the horn of the truck, \ldblquote Let\rquote s shake it, kids!\rdblquote  he yelled.\par
\tab The \ldblquote kids\rdblquote  came out of the house, Suzie wiping her mouth.  They all loaded up into the truck and boogied off to market.  Stopping at Shelly\rquote s home to let Suzie out.  Shelly came out of the house to meet Shelly, happy-go-lucky and all.  Leaving Chris to wonder if he and Harold had molested her the night before or was THAT a part of his dream, too?\par
\tab Chris stole long looks at the girl, Suzie turned to wave, her father waved.  \ldblquote Damn, she\rquote d be so cool to have.\rdblquote  Chris piped.  Carl shifted and looked to his son.\page\tab\ldblquote Yeah she would!\rdblquote  said Harold gouging himself.\par
\tab\ldblquote And then of course Daphne, Hanna, Denise\'85\rdblquote  he smiled thinking of the Cheerleader Five. \ldblquote We could put \lquote em in the basement and have \ldblquote fun\rdblquote  with them always!\rdblquote\par
\tab Carl said nothing but shifted to 4rth and cruised down the lane.\par
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\tab Without their bikes they would have to hustle home--afterwards.  After helping unload the truck at the co-op they got the go-ahead to scram and be on their own.  Chris couldn\rquote t believe himself, posing all those dumb ass questions.  Though his father had seemed to agree, Chris figured the man was merely humoring him and probably wouldn\rquote t really do anything with Shelly or with anyone else.\par
\tab Slowly they walked by the supermarket parking lot.  Harold was oblivious to Chris\rquote  dream-mare, Chris peered into the lot and when he saw a tan late model station wagon he freaked.\par
\tab He knew that the bookstore had an adult only book/magazine area, and sometimes he had snuck a couple of mags a time or two (and one was a gay mag!)  there was the barber shop, too, and Mr. Binks the old black man who did shoes and haircuts.\par
\tab Chris quick stepped and wished they could have thrown their bikes on the truck after all.  They were almost running by the time they slid into Brandy\rquote s neighborhood.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t home, though.  Naturally.\par
\tab But her mother was.\par
\tab Flash!\par
\tab It was quick, the door was closing and Harold gouged Chris.  Chris knew what, he was already prepped to zap Brandy--although he didn\rquote t really need to, she was already willing but--DAMN those interruptions!\par
\tab Harold stumbled and fell off of the porch into the flowers, he had caught some of the Flash Pen\rquote s flash.  Brandy\rquote s mother stood still, a real estate book in one hand, a pen in the other.  The boys pushed their way in.  \par
\tab Harold moved quickly, grinning and stripping out of his clothes quick.  They had the info that they Brandy had taken Karen to the Park an hour earlier and probably wouldn\rquote t be home for some time.  No one else was home, none of Brandy\rquote s friends would be coming by, they knew Brandy would be at the Park.\par
\tab Chris paused to make SURE the house was empty, but already the woman was on the floor of the living room, her panties off, dress pushed up over her waist and Harold pounding away on her (in her.)\page\tab He leaned against the very expensive sofa, finally working his own pants down and freeing his cock.  Would his dad be cool with Shelly, with having her ride his cock like Suzie did?  Could he handle anyone brought home, could he handle the knowledge of the Flash Pen?\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahhhhhhhhh!\rdblquote  Harold yelled out as he finally orgasmed into Brandy\rquote s mother.  He power fucked her and squirted deeply into her hot fuckable cunny.  \ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch she\rquote s good!\rdblquote  he mouthed.  Chris stepped out of his clothes and come about the sofa.  So it was sloppy seconds.  Harold rolled off, massaging his seriously severely aching cock.  \par
\tab Chris laid on the woman, humping her gash and trying to poke her poop chute, hoping it would be at least cock pleasingly tighter.  He couldn\rquote t manage it so he settled for sinking into her hot love entrance.  The top of her dress he opened and freed her breasts and began gnawing on those.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t a breast man, though, not on women.  He liked them young, young breasts, small ones.  He couldn\rquote t understand the fascination with HUGE knockers.  Those were just disgusting.  He didn\rquote t get it.  He humped his fill and fired off a good round and hoped, prayed, that he wasn\rquote t dreaming.\par
\tab The boys rested, snagged some sodas and used the bathroom.  They checked the hamper but only towels.  Clothes were in the hamper on the second floor.  Chris thought of going thru Brandy\rquote s clothes, her panties, finding clean ones and dirty/used ones.  But he dismissed it (and didn\rquote t bring it up for discussion with Harold \lquote cause Harold would have gone for it.)  he would rather see Brandy\rquote s panties clean or otherwise ON Brandy.\par
\tab So off to the Park they went.\par
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\tab Lots of possibles.  Lots.  Lots and lots.  Now armed with the Pen Flasher, Flasher Pen, whatever, everyone (nearly) was a potential fling.  Both boys sized up several Potentials.  The agonized over many others, kids, young, pre-teen, teen, and young (female) adult.  Chris was mildly curious about what it would be like to molest a young boy.  Not too young, but not too old, either.  Eight or nine, ten, but no older.\par
\tab They wandered the park in search of Brandy.  Raylynn, one of the Cheerleader-Five was spotted, but she was with her parents.  Harold, though, deemed that the girl\rquote s mother \ldblquote would be a good fuck.\rdblquote\tab\par
\tab\lquote No tact, no fucking tact at all!\rquote\page\tab The boys came out to the railroad track, peed on the rails and laid some rocks on it.  \ldblquote She\rquote s hiding.\rdblquote  Harold determined.\par
\tab\ldblquote From us?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe.\rdblquote\par
\tab The Park was so fucking big, though, and then the outer edges that segued into the wildwood and backcountry--made it very easy for anyone to sneak into and do whatever undiscovered and unbothered.\par
\tab A little frustrated the boys considered going back to Brandy\rquote s house and boning her mother some more.  \ldblquote She\rquote s bound to come home, right?\rdblquote  Harold said, \ldblquote We\rquote ll just wait for her.\rdblquote  he said with a smile.\par
\tab Chris nodded his head, \ldblquote Sounds like a plan.\rdblquote  since there weren\rquote t any others.  Harold HAD made mention going to the malt shoppe.  Chris got the heebie-jeebies about that and declined, \ldblquote Not right now.\rdblquote\par
\tab Disgruntled they picked their way back thru to the Park\rquote s interior.\par
\tab They didn\rquote t go far before pausing to see someone\rquote s head in the brush alongside the outer area of the Park\rquote s boundary.  Just a glimpse, but it was worth peeking on.  Carefully the boys slid like snakes thru the rough, finding broken glass, nails, and numerous stickers along the way.\par
\tab Getting as close as they dared without being seen, the boys were privy to see three teens.  Fifteen years old or therebouts.  Two girls, one boy.  The boy seemed the over anxious one and was stripping out of his clothes quickly.  There was a red head, she seemed giddy and high,  her top was already off and she wore no bra.  Her breasts were on the small side, A-cup, and freckled.  She was pretty slender and laid out on the so-so grass and began sliding down her raggedy jeans.\par
\tab The boy was already nude.  His bone was like a \ldblquote banana\rdblquote , it wasn\rquote t as long as Chris\rquote  of Harold\rquote s, either.  He was very white, skinny, and hairless \lquote cept for the pubes covering his nads.  The red headed girl shucked her jeans, she at least did have some undies, thread bare and well worn.\par
\tab She spread her legs out, flinging her off white dingy panties.  The boy caught them, sniffed the crotch and then knelt down and began immediately noshing on the girl\rquote s fiery hot cunt.  There were too many twigs in the way preventing Chris to see if the dippy stoned girl was a virgin.  He doubted it.\par
\tab The remaining was a prude.  He thought he knew her, she was sort of new to Cartersville, she acted as if she were freezing, holding/clutching herself and staring.  She was embarrassed, licking and tugging on her lips, eyes wide as her \ldblquote friends\rdblquote  got naked and began doing \ldblquote business.\rdblquote\page\tab She wore a semi-knee length skirt outfit, blue plaid with a white blouse.  Shoulder length raven black hair.  Her face seemed a little out of proportion to the rest of her body.  She wore glasses, too.  No jewelry, not even ear piercing.  By her mannerisms and stance, her dress (attire), and awe, Chris deemed her to be from a strict family.\par
\tab She careened her neck and leaned to see the boy, \ldblquote David\rdblquote , licking the girl, \ldblquote Amy\rdblquote .  Amy\rquote s legs flailed about, then she planted her feet on the ground, knees up, legs wide; she tweaked her nipples and bucked into David\rquote s face.\par
\tab David dragged his tongue from Amy\rquote s nappy dugout and ran it up to her small apple-sized titties.  Here he did dwell for a few minutes while his fingers continued a frantic fingering of her twat.\par
\tab April, the other girl, continued to stare and cock her head, mouth open.  When David finally slid his \ldblquote big finger\rdblquote  in, April brought a hand between her own legs and began to finger.  She was perplexed and awed, and horny.  David slid effortlessly into Amy, arching his back and power fucking Amy.  Amy bucked back into, her hands going up and down his arms, racking his back and thoroughly enjoying the fuck.\par
\tab April finally came to her knees.  She wore white stockings, black dress shoes.  She was really out of place.  She chewed on her lip hard, eyes widening, angling her head to see David\rquote s flopping balls and his cock slamming into Amy\rquote s cunt.  Her hand \ldblquote busied\rdblquote  itself between her legs, at first it was just on the outside of her dress, then as she came to her knees and watched virtually Up Close & Very Personal-like, her hand slipped up under her skirt and \ldblquote got busier!\rdblquote\par
\tab David came to the finale, straining, arching his back and driving his cock as deep as it would stretch to get every ounce of enjoyment from the pleasure of fucking.  His ass tightened and jittered and then he began to hump some more.\par
\tab Amy underneath him bucked a little, thrashed her young naked scrawny freckled body about, then lay in a heap.  David lay on her and then lay off to one side.  Cum oozed out of the girl\rquote s pussy, a bit of cum drizzled out of the boy\rquote s cock.\par
\tab April stared in awesome awe.  Amy fingered her cunny, opening her lips and wriggling her fingers deep inside her crevice.  Chris and Harold could hardly stand it any longer.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go on, April, do it.\rdblquote  whispered David.  He languished beside the naked Amy, caressing the nude girl beside him.  April twitched her mouth and mulled it over.  \ldblquote Yeah, April, you might as well.\rdblquote  amended Amy.\page\tab\lquote Yeah, April, you might as well!\rquote  added Chris.\par
\tab April hesitated, David managed to sit up and toy with his limp organ.  Amy rested on her elbows, legs open, cunt still draining.  April was still in a quandary, she tugged on her lip and stared at her new nude friends.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Take yer top off at least.\rdblquote  chided David.  He seemed sleepy, still toying with his schlong, nuzzling up Amy.  Amy reached for her jeans and fished out a joint.  She lit it up and took a toke, \ldblquote Mmmmm, take a hit, it might soothe you down.\rdblquote  she said with a glassy-eyed smile.\par
\tab April declined but did begin undoing her blouse.  She thought thoughtfully as she did so, thinking deeply with every undoing of the buttons.  David peered with keen interest as the girl unbuttoned the blouse.  He took a toke offering from his bitch Amy then sat up folding his legs Indian-style.\par
\tab April\rquote s school uniform top lay at her knees.  Her bra barely concealed her twin taters, about the size of a small cantaloupe (ea.)  Nice taters, David ogled them with a smile.  Amy had laid out staring up to the sky above, smiling, and licking her lips for some munchies.\par
\tab Slowly April reached behind her back and undone her bra.\par
\tab David held his place.  Chris nearly gave them away as a large ant latched its mandibles into his skin.  Something was crawling at the small of his ass, a mosquito had nailed him, and there was a funky aroma close down on the ground.\par
\tab April sat up on her knees after she was topless and unhitched her plaid skirt.  David was hard pressed not to \ldblquote jump her bones\rdblquote  right then and there.  So was Chris & Harold hiding in the bushes right close.\par
\tab She sucked in her breath and then let it out slowly.  As she did so slowly came down her skirt.  David was all attentive.  Amy was out.  April stopped, she didn\rquote t know what to do, she seemed like she was about to bolt.  Chris clutched the leather pouch about his neck--he had patience but it was wearing thin.  \lquote Get naked, damn it!\rquote\par
\tab As if she had heard him, April slid her purple panties down.  Full brief type, very nice.  She had full coverage of her poon, that was nice, too.  A perfectly shaped ass.  Perfect.  Her skirt and panties came to her knees, of which she was sitting on.  David moved to her, smiling and guiding her down to the ground, pulling her legs out straight.  He stared at her snatch as he methodically worked her clothes off.  Her legs were parted and as he had done unto Amy, he did so unto April, going down on her and munching.\page\tab April apparently had never been \ldblquote munched\rdblquote  before; she gyrated about, bucking and thrashing about madly.  David made lapping noises, munching noises, and mmmph-umph-grumph noises.\par
\tab He soon grew tired of this and crawled up the girl\rquote s body.  April clenched tightly the grass beneath her, she gulped and fretted some, bit her lip hard but spread her legs open just the same.  David\rquote s cunt hungry cock glided against her cunny, her apparent virgin cunny.  He humped her slit, grinding hard against her before prodding into the crack and poking his way into her.\par
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\tab Chris felt as if though he were to explode any minute--in total body, not just his cock and balls.  His toes tingled (and wriggled), there were feelings flowing through he didn\rquote t understand, he wasn\rquote t in control of his body; it fluttered, twitched, and tensed up all over.  Inside and Out!  He thrusted, strained, felt his cock inside the girl\rquote s cunny going into overload with the cumming.\par
\tab And the cumming.  It was a strange unique feeling, too.  He could feel the jet stream of cum juice shooting out, it was incredible.  He\rquote s asshole tightened up.  He felt the incredible surge flowing--no, shooting, through his loins and into the zonked out--zombiefied April.\par
\tab He pumped a little more and then pulled his penis out.  He had no strength in his arms and virtually collapsed on the girl.  He heaved and felt his cock cumming, but noted that nothing was \ldblquote squirting\rdblquote  out.  He trembled all over and lay motionless for sometime.\par
\tab Nearby, Harold balled Amy.  \par
\tab Harold offered Amy to Chris, but Chris couldn\rquote t, he just couldn\rquote t.  He wanted to, but figured she was a skank anyways and probably not that good of a fuck.  He massaged his aching organ, sucked on April\rquote s titties, fingered her fresh fucked gooey cunt, and languished for a while longer, recovering.\par
\tab Harold seemed worn out, too.  He sucked on Amy\rquote s breasts, fingered her, and lay partially on her.  He soon urinated on her, too.  \par
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\tab With no sighting of Brandy the pissed off boys moved back towards the dry river.  Finding the trail that ran along the bank the boys followed it as boys too.  Shucking their clothes along the way and watching out for snakes, lizards, and other people.  Chris wished they had brought the school backpacks, for to carry water and some munchies, to carry their clothes better.  They didn\rquote t go barefoot, there were stickers and broken glass, rusty nails just itching to stab one\rquote s bare foot.\page\tab Seeking water and seeing where the vegetation of the area was a little \ldblquote greener\rdblquote  the boys struck off from the dry river.  They took a breather under some shade, Chris checked his bearings and figured Calico Creek couldn\rquote t be too far off, it was the same one he and Harold enjoyed with Brandy a couple days earlier.\par
\tab But creeks didn\rquote t always run straight.\par
\tab They climbed up a dirt exposed hill, slipped into some serious dense vegetation and climbed up a rocky hill before finding a small creek.  It was enough to get in and lounge.\par
\tab They drank some but a malt would taste better.  A hot dog, chili dog, Brandy\rquote s pussy.  Upon hearing some voices the boys scattered into some bushes and hid.  The voices weren\rquote t close by.  The boys waited until the voices got a little distant, then they broke out of the scrub and crossed the shallow creek and began a so-so search of whoever it had been.\par
\tab They came up to the rocky-hilly area that dropped off a ways.  Here they found a small campsite, the fire was long since gone, there was some beer bottles, a spent condom, torn panties, candy wrappers, a tennis shoe, toilet paper (used) and a pair of binoculars.\par
\tab One of the lens (the large one) was cracked, the body of the binoculars was cracked and only by intense searching was it located anyways.  The binoculars still worked, the one side that had the broken lens made things a little fuzzy & awkward, but regardless, still useable.\par
\tab The boys continued, coming up on a scene that had just occurred.\par
\tab Sliding down a portion of the hill was a pair of teens.  They had apparently been walking too close to the edge and lost footing and went sliding down some fifty-sixty feet.  Rocks, dirt, crumbly rocks and dirt, low vegetation to none at all.  The hill sloped to a small valley of scrub brush and bigger rocks and openness.  The two teens had slid down into a shady side of the hill.\par
\tab After the dust had settled, the boy teen looked around frantically.  The girl teen was motionless.  The boy shook her, called her name, \ldblquote Bonnie!  Bonnie!\rdblquote   but she was motionless.\par
\tab She was also \ldblquote wet\rdblquote .\par
\tab Chris used the new broken binoculars, the girl wore a top that \ldblquote split\rdblquote  at the top and bottom, revealing some cleavage as well as belly.  By this and focusing up close, he noted the girl was breathing.\page\tab The boy(friend?) shook the girl some more, danced from one side of her and then the other side.  He tried going back up the slippery hill they had slid down, Harold taking a turn at the binoculars noted day packs on the ledge.\tab\par
\tab Focusing back on the boy teen; frantically he slapped the girl, then was seen pawing at her breasts.  He sat still a moment, hands to himself.  He glanced at her crotch where she had wet herself.  He seemed perplexed with awe and concern.  Among other things.\par
\tab His hands came to \ldblquote paw\rdblquote  the girl\rquote s breasts again.  And again.  Tweaking the nipples, too.  He then licked his lips and looked nervously about, he sat still for a moment then unbutton the girl\rquote s top.\par
\tab Just two buttons and then he sat back.  Chris and Harold laid out in the hot broiling sun on the so-so trail, never minding the gnats, chiggers, insects of this and that lurking about.  (naked, too.)\par
\tab The boy \ldblquote Adam\rdblquote  unbuttoned more of Bonnie\rquote s top.  Then uncapped the bra cups, freeing the lovely teenage titties.  Small mushy mounds that were perfectly smooth, flawless, edible.  David looked around again, licking his lips and then pawing at the breasts, tweaking the nipples and gulping for air.  He squeezed the breasts and then moved his hand down her exposed belly.  Her jeans weren\rquote t too tight and left a little room for a hand to sneak underneath.\par
\tab And so he did.\par
\tab He bit his lip and tired slipping his hand ALL THE WAY, the girl moved a little, moaned (apparently), but otherwise remained unconscious.  The boys put his hands back on his knees, petrified she was waking up.   After noting that Bonnie was still \ldblquote out\rdblquote , the boy simply unbuttoned her jeans.  He didn\rquote t unzip, not immediately.  He pawed at her breasts again, then ran a finger along her mouth.  Sensibly he removed his shirt and placed it under her head.  Doing so he discovered she had broken the skin at her noggin, he used a handkerchief to blot.  Thereafter he sat up and stared at her unbuttoned jeans.\par
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\tab A red tailed hawk soared o\rquote erhead, a slink scuttled across the open trail seeking some shade.  So did Chris and Harold, bare ass naked they were baking out in the open sun.  But they didn\rquote t want to lose sight of Adam & Bonnie.\page\tab They didn\rquote t.  They saw Adam unzipping the girl\rquote s jeans, opening the flaps and checking her out.  There was a pause, more pawing of the breasts, shaking her shoulders, then tugging the jeans down.  Just to mid thigh.  She had wet herself pretty good.  Nice tight fitting hi-cut undies, basic white with flowers.  A wondrous crotch, with the binoculars Chris & Harold got a nice crotch shot.\par
\tab Adam sat back up again, very nervous and fidgety.  Twice he made attempts to pull the jeans back up.  He took a breath.  \lquote What a dweeb!\rquote  Chris piped to himself.\par
\tab The \ldblquote dweeb\rdblquote  looked around some more, then looked down to the unconscious girl.  The smart thing, the RIGHT thing to do would be to seek medical attention, get her some water at least.  But nooooooooooo, Adamn instead leaned up close to her, undoing his own jeans and unfurling his erect cock.  He stroked it, squeezed it, flopped it, then pressed it against the girl\rquote s face!\par
\tab Soon Adam was pushing his hard-on into the girl\rquote s mouth, working her damaged head back and forth.  Harold smiled and nodded his, \ldblquote Dude!\rdblquote  he said in a whisper.  Chris just shook his head, \ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote\par
\tab Adam didn\rquote t do this long, his attention returned to her jeans.  He pushed them to her ankles and without hesitating tugged her wet panties down.  He hesitated for a moment to stare at her pussy.  It was nice.  Chris zoomed in on the snatch, he didn\rquote t think it was virginal.  There was a nice covering of poon pie hair, but \ldblquote lips\rdblquote  were seen.  Adam fingered the snatch, going into the \ldblquote entrance\rdblquote  before boldly straddling the girl, working his clothes down.  He rubbed his own ass, then began grinding himself against the girl\rquote s pussy before sliding his cock inward.\par
\tab It was awkward with their clothes bunched and twisted at their ankles, but Adam did his best and humped anyways, sucking on the girl\rquote s titties and fucking to get his nut.\par
\tab He humped a good five minutes, pulling out now and then to hump the outside of the pussy before finishing up IN the pussy.  It seemed as though it was the boy\rquote s first In the Pussy Fuck Experience.  He humped and when after his orgasm he pulled free and grinded against her, then lay off to one side examining his cock and the girl\rquote s cum drenched pussy.\par
\tab The girl began to somewhat come around.  The boy began to panic and quickly hustled getting his clothes up and then pulling the girl\rquote s clothes up.  Her panties he didn\rquote t get quite right and brought a lot of dirt while he did so.  The girl didn\rquote t come fully to an awakened state but languished in a moaning sort of dream-like state of awareness.\par
\tab Adam tried again to climb the hill, but it was a no-go, he would have to go out thru the open valley, the hill was actually the inner apex of a \ldblquote horseshoe.\rdblquote   Better access to the top would be gained by going out into the valley and picking one\rquote s way up the grassy/wooded slope.\par
\tab The boy finally seemed to care for the girl, after getting his nut.  He tried carrying her, pulling her.  But it was too clumsy and the ground to slippery and he feared stumbling and causing her more injury.  He struck off on his own.  When he was out of sight\'85\par
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\tab Chris worked his way along the path the boy had scurried along, pausing to listen, then dashing back to where Harold was to look up to the top of the horseshoe.  He heard and saw nothing.  He looked all around the top area.  Did the boy get lost, go too far?  Had he found help and they were on their way?  The drone of an airplane put him on alert, too.\par
\tab Harold plowed the girl, her pants and panties were off, it WAS too awkward to fuck with clothes bunched up at the ankles, she had been moved (easier to do with two peoples carrying) to the grassy area out of sight of where she had been, making it difficult to see from the top of the horseshoe--so if the boy came to where they had slipped and ended he wouldn\rquote t see her--only if he went to where Chris and Harold had been laying previously.\par
\tab Harold finally worked up enough umph to get his nuts off.  He strained and cried out in orgasmic bliss.  His body shuttered and he drenched the girl\rquote s pussy interior with cum, and as his cock limped out he urinated in her, too.\par
\tab Chris was ready to bone her.  But he opted to try her back door.  It had to be tight, his cock needed a tight hole to fuck.  Harold held the girl\rquote s legs back and Chris worked his prick into her and found her hole satisfyingly tight.\par
\tab Several times the unconscious girl almost came around to an awakened state.  She was groggy and somewhat vaguely aware of being screwed.  She threw up once, heaved several other times.  \par
\tab Chris filled her poop chute, he felt his toes tingling, his balls detaching.  The power stream of cum juice shooting thru his cock was incredible, just incredible.  He was awed by it.  He pulled out and splashed the girl\rquote s pussy with the remaining ball juice, then showered it with some pee.\page\tab Afterwards, the boys put the girl back together and left her.  They followed the trail Adam had gone, but the grass got thick and crazy, small shrubs everywhere and seeing numerous hills in the thick densing up woods, it was best to keep one\rquote s bearings.  They angled back towards the trail they were used to, going up some grassy hills, wearing themselves out.\par
\tab At the top of one of the hills they found a trail and followed it back towards the horseshoe canyon area.  They found the backpacks.  They couldn\rquote t see David or Bonnie.  Harold got into the packs, discovering some  panties and determining that it was obviously Bonnie\rquote s.  It was also noted the names etched on the name tags inside the packs, Adam Smith and Bonnie Smith.  Hmmmm, they were too young to be married, so it was so deemed that they were brother and sister.\par
\tab What a scumbag!\par
\tab The boys helped themselves to trail mix and granola bars, cold sodas in a cold pack compartment, a pair of Bonnie\rquote s panties, having already snagged the pair she had had on.  Cads!\par
\tab Hearing some voices the boys made themselves scarce.  It was Adam, the wonderful brother.  He had three adults with him, some rope, and tenacity.  (not too mention balls!)  After the group of \ldblquote rescuers\rdblquote  had passed by, Chris and Harold scampered on back towards the Park.\par
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\tab With no sighting of Brandy and the boys already \ldblquote shagged out\rdblquote  for the day, they hitched a ride with a fellow rancher and went home.  They showered (together) and crashed.\par
\tab The following day:\par
\tab Chores.  Chores-chores-chores.  The chaos of the world was calming down, although it couldn\rquote t be proved by the daily news.  Things for the most part were slowly getting back to normal, despite radiation fallout, crop failure, new government specs and health inspections for crops of all kinds and sorts.\par
\tab It was too late to boogy to the Park or Brandy\rquote s house.  The boys were too tired anyways.  But as it happened, Shelly came over.  Her father brought her, then Carl and her father yapped in the yard for a spell, the boys took a shower--separately.  Harold dashed from the bathroom to the bedroom butt bare assed naked--right in front of Suzie and Shelly.\page\tab Both girls shrieked, Suzie doing so just because.  Shelly whirled around and blushed.  Harold didn\rquote t close the door and finished drying in the room, Chris took a daring chance and slipped out of the bedroom and strolled across the hall to the bathroom--butt naked.\par
\tab Again Suzie and Shelly were privy.\par
\tab A little while later Carl came in and was privy to seeing Shelly standing still.  Suzie was \ldblquote still\rdblquote  as well.  The girls were in the boys\rquote  bedroom.  In Chris\rquote  hand was a pen light.\par
\tab Chris froze, like zombie-like.  He gulped, \lquote I-I can explain.\rquote  he said to himself, but not aloud.\par
\tab\ldblquote What-what the fuck\rquote s going on, son?\rdblquote  the man asked curious.  The boys were nude and the girls weren\rquote t screaming.  He wasn\rquote t a stupid man and so noted that both girls were standing absolutely still, motionless, and quiet.  Chris and Harold had raging boners.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, well, Dad, it\rquote s-it\rquote s a device, a gadget thingy, a pen light, it-it makes someone--\rdblquote  he lost words to describe.\par
\tab\ldblquote It zombiefies someone, anyone, they blank out and don\rquote t know nothing until it\rquote s over.\rdblquote  Harold finished.\par
\tab Carl stood and stared, \lquote Naw!\rquote  he sneered, but--the proof was there.\par
\tab He asked about the Pen Flasher, like how\rquote d they come to be in possession of it.  The boy looked to one another and in unison gave two different answers (typical) then gave the answer the other gave, then came up with two more different answers.\par
\tab Carl flung up his hands, \ldblquote Ok, ok--I don\rquote t care!\rdblquote\par
\tab He stepped up closer to the zombiefied girls, wavered his hand before them, licked his lips and gently pushed Suzie on the shoulder.  The girl moved but did nothing else.  Harold smiled and stepped up before Shelly, he flopped his hard schlong, no reaction whatsoever was noted from the nine year old.  He turned about and bent over and gave Shelly a BA.\par
\tab The horror and potentiality of the little pen didn\rquote t fully connect with Carl, it would later on, but for the moment; he looked at the naked bum-hole of cheeky appeasing Harold, and the non-reaction of Shelly.\par
\tab Chris stepped up, he was smiling, blushing, and took his Shelly\rquote s hand and wrapped it about his willie.  Harold went behind the girl and undone her jeans, pulling them down.  Chris took the girl\rquote s other hand and pressed it up against his dad\rquote s crotch.  Carl looked down, it was overload.\page\tab The boys stripped Shelly out of her clothes and positioned her on the bed.  Carl was still in disbelief, the child made no noises or actions of acknowledgement.  Harold cinched up close to the girl\rquote s head and angled her head and his cock so as they would meet.\par
\tab Carl began rubbing himself, shaking his head slowly, eyes staring, watching as Harold humped Shelly\rquote s mouth.  Not a peep from the girl, no screaming, no frantic freaking out, no nothing.\par
\tab Chris fingered the girl\rquote s pussy, parting her legs and getting in deep.\par
\tab Carl finally came to the foot of the bed, stared at the naked Shelly, looked to his son, Harold, and then back to Shelly.  Slowly he went down to his knees, sizing up the girl\rquote s cunny.  Chris fingered Shelly until his fingers wore out, then he gently rolled the girl to her side, parting a cheek and guiding his fuck stick to her glory hole.  Harold continued pumping into her mouth.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s hole needed more--lube; Chris\rquote  schlong wasn\rquote t stiff enough to breech the super tight entrance, but not for the lack of trying.  He caressed the girl\rquote s cunny and watched his dad in agony.\par
\tab With Shelly once more on laid out on her back Carl pressed his fingers to the child\rquote s cunny.  Not long after he was pressing his tongue to her cunny.  A few minutes of this and his cock was lain there, humping, poking into her slit and reeling.\par
\tab Chris and Harold stripped down Suzie and nailed her, doing a double fuck with Chris in her pussy, Harold in her ass.  Carl had a portion of his manhood in Shelly, he didn\rquote t want to hurt her or \ldblquote damage\rdblquote  her, so he was gentle and didn\rquote t make full penetration.\par
\tab He did manage to \ldblquote soil\rdblquote  the girl, spilling his seed on her cunny and belly.  It was a good orgasm, he gulped, panted, and humped his fill until his prick died out.  He caressed the girl\rquote s breasts, then suckled on the nipples, laying beside the zombied child, diddling his fingers in his spunk and spreading it around.\par
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\tab There was a little fright and fear and \ldblquote I knew it!  I knew it!\rdblquote  as Carl noted that the Pen Flasher was a dangerous thing, he DID realize the potentiality of how perilous the object could (would) be.  The possibilities were endless.  He didn\rquote t think the boys should use it or \ldblquote keep it.\rdblquote   It (the Pen Flasher) would be safer at home.\par
\tab The boys was devastated.\par
\tab But, Carl didn\rquote t take possession of the Pen, he left it up to the boys to make the \ldblquote right\rdblquote  decision.\par
\tab Whew!\par
\tab That was a close one.\par
\tab After \ldblquote unzapping\rdblquote  the two Subjects, after they had been cleaned up, Carl was further awed at the girls, especially Shelly, seemingly totally unaware of what had happened.  Shelly DID exhibit a little discomfort in her asshole and cunny region, but other than that\'85\par
\tab Neither recalled seeing the boys naked, either.  Their short term memory was effected, not eliminated, just fuzzy and seeings as how the boys went on merrily, the girls were still dressed, it couldn\rquote t be clear if whether or not seeing Chris & Harold naked had happened or what.\par
\tab The boys managed to sneak off on their own the following day.  But not before Carl had one more go with Shelly!  It was seen that his desire of her was great, the bulge in his pants showed that.  Chris obliged him, a few hours after the first \ldblquote session.\rdblquote   Once Shelly, and Suzie, were zapped into a stunned stupor, Carl simply laid Shelly across his naked lap--this after stripping down in front of her and standing before her, masturbating.  He then took her head and pressed his manly schlong into her mouth.\par
\tab Once very assured that she was zombiefied, he laid her \ldblquote clothed\rdblquote  across his lap.  He ran his hand over her butt, up under her shirt.  He took his time, marveling at her.  Chris and Harold stripped down Suzie (again) and had fun with her.\par
\tab Carl still didn\rquote t want to sink his bone into Shelly, for the same reasons Chris didn\rquote t--she was a friend of the family and too close.  He didn\rquote t say it, but Chris knew.\par
\tab He humped the girl\rquote s pussy, poked her asshole, licked her out, and creamed on her.  Then, Harold and Chris took their turns, spanking her and peeing on her.  Carl managed to get one more hard-on and he sunk it into daughter Suzie.  SHE he could fuck.  And did.\par
\tab After cleaning up again, dressing, and putting the girls back in their own minds, the boys got the go ahead ok to be on their own.  Nothing more was said about the Pen Flasher.\par
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Finally!\par
\tab Chris was still bugged about how his dad had taken the Pen Flasher, not physically speaking, but the acceptance of.  He knew that his old man was somewhat fascinated with Shelly, readily he had scrogged on Suzie, Chris only assumed that he had a \ldblquote desire\rdblquote  to do so to Shelly.  And he was right!  But what about others?  Other girls, younger, older?  He imagined his dad would be more pleased with an \ldblquote older\rdblquote  bitch.\page\tab He let go those pesky thoughts of whimsy and entered into the Park.  He vowed that one way or another he was going to find Brandy, fuck her brains out and then bang her step-sister and for desert nail their mother!  Sounded like a plan.\par
\tab Scouring the Park, though, they found no sign of Brandy.  Chris was pissed.  \ldblquote We can wait her out at her house, she\rquote s bound to come home some fucking time.\rdblquote  Harold offered.  He wanted to fuck her, too, her little sis AND their mother.\par
\tab Having a need for to pee the boys sashayed into a park restroom.  They read some dirty jokes, marveled at the descriptive sex acts, took note of the information on who was a slut and gave good head, then left.\par
\tab A little boy about 8 wandered in and made for the communal urinal.\par
\tab Harold nudged Chris.  Chris wanted Brandy, but the little tyke would do--for a quickie.  Harold watched the open door and Chris Flashed the boy.  Quickly he was ushered into one of the shitter stalls.  His pee-pee was already out, Chris lowered the boy\rquote s jeans and undies and began fondling him, getting an enormous hard-on as a result.\par
\tab Harold came to the stall and peered in, he dropped to his knees and caressed the boy\rquote s bear ass, Chris occupied the toilet.  Harold stood and fished out his cock, Chris turned the boy around and bent him over, poking his ass with his cock while Harold poked the boy\rquote s mouth with his.\par
\tab Neither boy was able to achieve the ultimate of the sin, but close counts.  They loved on the boy, fondled him and gouged him, then crammed his underwear up the crack of his ass before leaving.\par
\tab\ldblquote Too fucking bad we can\rquote t go invisible?\rdblquote  Harold snorted.\par
\tab Chris didn\rquote t ask why, there were many reasons.  Too many.  It WOULD be grand, though, to be invisible--you could be a spy, a serious pervert, bank robber, a KING!  It was a bit overwhelming.  They moved on.\par
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\tab Back again to an area they were familiar with, an area where they had once seen Brandy before.  Again, though, she was no where to be seen.  The boys moved inward out of the Park into the outer area, they crept along silently (as possible), pausing now and then for telltale signs of acknowledgement of something narly going on.\page\tab And this time they were not denied:\par
\tab The First Narly:\par
\tab Deep in among the shrubs and bushes and other foresty type fauna was a small family.  A Naughty Family.  They were close to the dry river and a ways from the Park.  The family consisted of a mother and father, with a teenage boy about 14 or so, Harold thought he knew the boy from school, not personally, though.  Another boy about ten, then a little girl \lquote bout eight or nine.  Nice family.  Naked, \lquote cept for the little girl.  The parents had their bodies adorned with a \ldblquote few\rdblquote  tattoos; dragons, unicorns, naked demon women, birds, griffons, and the like.  \par
\tab The \ldblquote father\rdblquote  operated a video camera.\par
\tab The last member of the family was a pooch, a doggie about 3 or 4 years old, a brown non-descript type of doggie.  He was busy \ldblquote humping\rdblquote  the leg of the little girl.  She was being held by her older brothers though it was obvious she was not too enthused by the pet\rquote s actions.\par
\tab The boys and her father had boners, only the father had cum dripping from his.  The mother smoked a joint and looked a little spacey.  The two boys held firm their little sister, spanking her when she tried to wrench herself away, she wore panties and nothing else, the family pet continued to hump her bare leg.\par
\tab Under the direction of their father, the boys stopped the doggie action and pulled their sister\rquote s panties off.  She wasn\rquote t too thrilled and wailed some, the older youth held her to his body, pinning her arms behind her and smacked her little ass, when her wailing began to get \ldblquote loud\rdblquote , the younger boy stuffed her mouth with her panties!\par
\tab The mother was directed by head nods from her hubby, she sauntered over to the children and reached under the family pet and began to stroke him!  The father captured it all on film!  Nice guy!\par
\tab The wailing little girl was pushed down and held on the forest floor, legs wide open.  Both boys fucked her face, spanked her pussy, and then proceeded to finger it to their delight.  Hiding Chris and Harold couldn\rquote t tell whether or not the child was a virgin, but it was assumed that she was not.\par
\tab The torment of the little girl continued; the family pet was put into position, to lick the little girl\rquote s cunny--of which he did.  The mother continued whacking the dog, she was very stoned.  \par
\tab Pretty soon the little tormented girl was wrestled into a new position, on a log with her precious young body spread out.  Then the stoned mother and boys positioned the dog onto the girl with the mother working the frenzied pet\rquote s cock into the frantic little girl\rquote s pussy.  \par
\tab Chris and Harold were awed.  Chris felt bad for the little girl, to do it on one\rquote s own was one thing, but to be forced was something else.  He contemplated Flashing the family, but could he get them all before being pounced on?  Should he intervene?  Harold was happily wanking off, tongue lolling, wishing he could join in.\par
\tab The short brown haired animal humped his fill, already at the brink of orgasm when he got to mount the human child.  The father got close up shots of the dog cock slamming into the little girl\rquote s cunny, he got the \ldblquote money\rdblquote  shot, too.\par
\tab Another terrific shot came as the dog was out and off of the hapless little girl, the dog wandered about in a circle humping air, his cock was in as much distress as was Chris\rquote !  The mother helped the mutt out, she sucked him!  The boys and the father ohhed and ahhed and were totally gassed.  The dog was more elated than can be imagined.\par
\tab Thereafter, the little girl\rquote s torment was not finished.  She was positioned on her hands and knees with her father\rquote s massive erection slamming into her mouth.  Her older brother plowing her from behind, spanking her flesh as he did so.  The younger brother got his turn and by then the father had cum off into his daughter\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab The girl retched, gagged, sputtered and was re-positioned onto her backside while her brothers raped her.  Her father filmed the act.  Chris was appalled and wanted to leave.  Harold had cum off and didn\rquote t want to leave until the family left.\par
\tab The stoned mother passed out.  The boys took turns sinking their bones into her, the little girl was consoled by the father.  She DID hug him and lightly toy with his fuck pole.  She was seen nodding her head a time or two, to what was the conversation couldn\rquote t be heard.  She was kissed (on the lips), caressed/consoled some more and then it was time to go.\par
\tab The family collected their clothing, the stoned mother, and walked along the river bank naked and out of sight, but not out of mind.  Harold was jazzed at what he had seen.  Chris was bothered.\par
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\tab Narly Happenings Number Two:\par
\tab\tab Hearing some giggling the boys followed the sound to a remote quaint sublime area.  Very green, a low part to the river that was dry, but the water table beneath the ground was close.  There was grass and lush vegetation, the Park was half a mile away.  Very nice.  Sublime.  Quaint.\page\tab Here there was another small family, consisting of a mother, father, a teen boy and a so-so pre-teen girl.  All already nude.  The girl was gorgeous and Chris recognized her from his History class, she was new to the area, her family moving in from the chaotic city in the last few weeks.\par
\tab She was quiet and didn\rquote t talk much and had not yet made any friends.  The brother was high school aged.  The family in general was Chinese.  The girl had long silky dark hair, long limbs, too.  A long narrow face, reserved and somewhat demure in nature.  Her mother was short, round face, shoulder length hair.  Both mother & daughter had shaven poons, although the young girl probably didn\rquote t have that much to shave to begin with, beings as she was merely 13ish.\par
\tab No dog, but a camera, a still camera.  The Chinese father/hubby had a medium sized schlong, despite the stereotype of his short stature.  The woman/mother--had on a strap-on.  The boys were totally awed.  This was beyond belief, especially as the pre-teen girl was sucking on it while her father plowed her from behind!\par
\tab Her father pulled out, smacked her dainty darling little ass with his schlong, then sat back admiring her ass.  The girl stopped sucking on her mother\rquote s phallic and turned her attention to her brother\rquote s.  The mother picked up the camera and snapped pictures as her daughter was sandwiched.  The young girl\rquote s legs flailed all about as her father pumped her asshole and her brother humped her cunny.\par
\tab Cum spewed everywhere.  The young girl between humped, flailed arms and legs, thrashed and made orgasmic bliss.  Her father pulled out of her asshole and anointed her creamy smooth cheeks with some of his jiz.  Her delicious young bouncy breasts that were barely there were mawed by the man, he made noises of ecstasy and began latching his mouth onto her neck for that intense incestuous hickie.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s brother emptied a load in her cunny, pulled out and humped her cunny, soiling the sister\rquote s cunny with what was left.  Thereafter the near hapless girl mounted her mother, sliding herself down onto the phallic while her father and brother took a mild breather.\par
\tab As both mother and daughter seemed to be coming to an orgasmic charge the father and brother began spanking the girl, with their hands and then their cocks.  The brother slipped into the girl\rquote s ass while the father scrambled to the front and got his balls washed in his wife\rquote s mouth and his cock sucked in his daughter\rquote s mouth.\tab\par
\tab But wait, there\rquote s more!  \page\tab The girl removed her mother\rquote s strap-on and went down on her, licking and sucking on the poon that had bore 12-13 years earlier.  The father and son worked their aching organs, watching, snapping pictures, leering and lusting.  \par
\tab The girl sat up smacking her lips, smiling, face drenched in jiz and motherly cum.  The boy took over, licking a minute before sliding down and entering her.  The father snapped pictures and continued to allow his schlong to recover.\par
\tab The girl smoothed her hand over her brother\rquote s sweaty bouncy ass.  She diddled herself and fondled the boy\rquote s swinging balls.  When after he had finally cum (taking as many as 6-7 minutes to do so) the girl sucked his cock, his balls, and then licked on her mother\rquote s seriously drenched cunt.\par
\tab Nothing more.  The family rested, cuddled, huddled, and the girl got a urine shampoo--her brother and father stood and peed on her head, pissing into her long silky hair, humping her head and ejaculating a little.  The girl ran her hands through her piss soaked hair and made like she was washing it!\par
\tab The mother sucked on the two dangling cocks, rubbing their asses and devouring them until they were in agony.  They enjoyed one more bout of double penetrating the mother and daughter before collecting themselves, their clothes, and going off back to the Park.\par
\tab Chris and Harold--were in a frenzy and couldn\rquote t wait to find Brandy.  They worked one another\rquote s organs, balls, and mouths (kissing.)  they rolled in the open area the Chinese family had been in and humped one another, firstly humping each other\rquote s cock area followed by a little slurping on the skin.  A rim job followed as a prelude to an invasion of a bigger tongue.\par
\tab The event of porking one another was incredible.  Both boys felt the cum shooting out of their schlongs, the event of orgasm was beyond descript.  They power fucked one another into a furor and then lay basking in the noonday sun.\par
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\tab One More Narly:\par
\tab Somewhat disgusted the boys wandered about, naked, cum dripping from their schlongs, assholes smoldering.  Again Chris was socked with the notion if he was Gay or not.  He didn\rquote t think himself gay, just horny.  So what if he butt fucked his best friend, sucked his cock, big deal.  It was sex, pure and simple.\page\tab But then--there was the kissing.  It was passionate, that bothered him.  But was it because he (and Harold) were sexually enthused, wrapped up exponentially and simply overwhelmed with the passion and ecstasy of sexualizing one another?\par
\tab  Sure.  That made sense.\par
\tab They came out onto a dirt road, it wasn\rquote t well used and assumed to be a hunter\rquote s road.  Chris took a few minutes to get his bearings and they struck off along the road, it would empty to a small paved road that would eventually empty to the county road just outside the town of Cartersville.  From there they would decide to either go back and search for Brandy or just simply head home.\par
\tab Half way along their little trek the boys sighted on a car.  It was parked and off the beaten path.  Only the top could be seen, and as the boys sneaked closer, it was a county car, a sheriff\rquote s car!\par
\tab Standing outside the car\rquote s rear passenger door were two boys Chris and Harold knew--13yr old James Hooser and 14yr old 8\super th\nosupersub  grade reject repeating the 7\super th\nosupersub  grade Howard Grady.  They were tall boys, dirty, long hair, rough and gruff and near constantly in trouble of some sort, somewhat the bully, Chris had had a run in with them, Harold, too.  They had abusive parents and James had been in jail at least once for vandalism.\par
\tab Both boys were nude and masturbating.\par
\tab In the backseat of the sheriff\rquote s car was a boy about 12 or so, naked, equally dirty, and seriously putting it to the sheriff\rquote s deputy who lay there.  She was nude as well, legs flailing all about and gripping hard the pre-teen\rquote s ass!\par
\tab It was an incredible sight, to behold.  It wasn\rquote t rape, it was--willing.  Molesting of a different sort.  The two older boys stood pounding their puds, giggling and ogling, peering down to see the younger youth humping the bejesus out of the deputy sheriff.\par
\tab Finally the young youth began to cum, he strained, arched his back and tried to pound his pelvis into the woman\rquote s cunt.  The woman returned the emotion of orgasm by humping back, squeezing his young ass, digging into his flesh, spanking him and demanding him to make her cum.\par
\tab The woman finally settled down, some.  Her young lover thrusted a bit more, his dong slipping out and humping her gash before finally being pushed off into the floorboard.  The deputy frigged her cunny and sat up.  Chris stared at her, \lquote Holy shit!\rquote  he exclaimed to himself--the deputy sheriff woman from his dream!\page\tab He gulped and stared.  His eyes blinked excessively, she was exactly the same woman!\tab He later assumed that he had must of seen her somewhere, somewhere in town and his mind had held her in his subconscious, so when he dreamed that stupid insidious nightmarish dream his mind had pulled her up to fulfill the deputy sheriff slot.\par
\tab He assumed.\par
\tab He hoped.\par
\tab She was drenched in sweat, sex sweat.  She reached out and tugged on the bones of the two older boys.  The younger youth remained laying in the floorboard lightly fondling himself, cum still oozing from his prick.  The woman leaned forward and sucked on the older boys\rquote  cocks, caressed their asses, cupped and squeezed their balls and then laid out in the seat, bringing James Hooser onto her.  \par
\tab Willingly, very willingly, the boy complied, grinning and practically hopping onto the deputy.  No foreplay on his part, he inserted his cock and got right to the business of fucking.  The young boy in the floorboard rolled onto his backside and continued to fondled his cock, legs open wide and enticing Chris and Harold.  Chris found himself thinking of sodomizing the boy, making him suck his cock while Harold pounded him from behind.  He had few thoughts of boning the deputy!\par
\tab James lasted just a couple of minutes before unleashing a torrent of verbal orgasmic pleasures; he strained dramatically, pumping furiously as he entered into the bliss of all.  His ass shuddered in flexing as he came, pulling out to hump the woman\rquote s gash like the younger boy, who had managed to crawl out of the car and stand leaning against the car, watching the fuck action.\par
\tab James gave his all and laid on the woman, he tried humping a little more, the woman beneath him didn\rquote t seem to mind and she caressed his smooth sweaty ass.  The other youth, Howard Grady, tapped his pal on the ass, \ldblquote My turn, asshole!\rdblquote\par
\tab Reluctantly the older boy slid off, a long strand of cum hanging from his cock to the woman\rquote s pussy.  The younger boy made a quick dash to get in a second round of humping.  There was a bit of a scuffle as the three boys wrestled, the deputy woman did nothing to stop them as the boys seriously rough housed on the ground; kicking and slapping, and even punching!\par
\tab Just then over the radio came a call the woman paid attention to.\par
\tab\ldblquote Car Alpha 12, a 211 just occurred at Brimhall and Jersey, see the RP at 1347 Brimall, Hersh Jewelers.\rdblquote\page\tab The deputy reached over the seat and grabbed the mike, \ldblquote Ten-four, Dispatch.\rdblquote  she seemed thankful that Dispatch hadn\rquote t asked for her location, she quickly clambered out of the car and fumbled about gathering her clothes.  The boys quit their fussing, the one boy, Howard, who hadn\rquote t gotten into the deputy\rquote s pussy seemed quite disappointed.  He pitched a bitch and almost begged.\par
\tab The woman said, \ldblquote Make it quick!\rdblquote  she laid out on the backseat, legs open, Chris learned that the code transmitted (211) was a robbery.  But there were mitigating priorities--getting laid was precedent over anything else.\par
\tab The boy happily sank his cock into the woman\rquote s dripping cunt and fucked his filled.  Thereafter she scrambled into her clothes, the boys, too.  Her utility belt with weapons and associative police equipment was locked up in the trunk.\par
\tab Quickly she tore out of the area, no lights or siren until hitting the pavement road.  Chris and Harold continued their search for Brandy.\par
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