{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 4\par Still Tripping\par Chapter 21\par Skid Marks of Life\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \par More Observations\par \tab A train whistle awoke her with a startle. She nearly jumped out of her chair she had fallen asleep in. Her heart pounded and she was deeply-deeply frightened. \par \tab But it was only on the television. A train of yesterday in a western.\par \tab Mandy clutched at her chest, \ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote she exclaimed loudly.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par \tab Mandy looked around, Daphne was standing close and looked all perplexed.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you hear me? Can you see me?\rdblquote and if she did how was she going to explain? But Daphne was interrupted by the other two, Alice the mother and Tommy the son-boyfriend incestuous lover. \par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote asked the mother. She was still naked.\par \tab Daphne shook her head, \ldblquote I-I thought you said something.\rdblquote\par \tab Mandy paused for that. Was this a sign, could she be heard after all?\par \tab The trio waltzed about the apartment butt bare assed naked, getting ready for a brand new day. Tommy fussed with his hair--there wasn\rquote t much really that could be done with it (really) it was permed and kinky and nothing much could be done with it.\par \tab His mother rushed around from the kitchen to her bedroom, bathroom, and back to the kitchen. The three had had breakfast, Mandy had slept thru it. \par \tab\ldblquote Did you still want me to do that errand this afternoon?\rdblquote Daphne asked of Alice.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh no, dear, I can do that, Charlie\rquote s going to let me go early today for the chili cook-off, he\rquote s got his prize winning batch of crap (and how!) he\rquote s entering.\rdblquote\page\tab She then shouted to her wandering naked son--\rdblquote Don\rquote t forget your one o\rquote clock appointment.\rdblquote All three paid no never mind to the others nudity, no sexual improprieties or deviancy OR lust! No hanky panky or anything went on except getting dressed and leaving.\par \tab Mandy was alone. She switched off the television, took a shower, helped herself to some breakfast and sat for a while contemplating her next move.\par \par \tab She made a curious discovery--and she didn\rquote t know what to make of it. There was a television, and a radio. What was missing? A telephone. There wasn\rquote t a telephone in sight! Not even payphones! Stepping outside she noted the absence of telephone and power lines.\par \tab That had to have some significance. What though she had no idea.\par \tab Back to wandering\'85\par \par \tab From the apartment complex she moved across the street on the same side, she didn\rquote t know what to do or where to go or anything. She came to small houses, white houses with various color trims, basically all the same shape and size--two story, chimneys, small front yard, huge back yard. White picket fences or lodge pole fences; some with no fences at all, some with hedges to serve in lieu of.\par \tab Nothing going on (or no one home) at a pretty house with bird houses all over. Next door a teenage boy dinked with the motor of a \ldblquote jalopy\rdblquote type car, in the backyard some kids (much younger) were goofing off playing sack races--prepping for the once a year chili cook off.\par \tab Mandy wondered if she should go. It was pointless, everything was pointless. She was just wandering, wondering and wandering--aimlessly.\par \tab She couldn\rquote t believe those two men from the night before, the stuff they put into the chili was awful, fecal matter, cum, spit, and no telling what else. That pudgy fucker SHIT in the chili! They had stirred and stirred the chili to mix all the \ldblquote new\rdblquote ingredients in, and were going to let their Boss, Charlie, serve it up to the chili judges and the public!\par \tab Mandy didn\rquote t care. This wasn\rquote t real. \par \tab Or was it?\par \tab She didn\rquote t know and she couldn\rquote t find out one way or the other.\page\tab In the backyard of another quaint quintessential Americana home two boys in the mid teens made out. But naked, early morning. Next door a man mowed his backyard, the air was scented with fresh cut grass. No one paid any attention to the two nude lovers.\par \tab Mandy did, though--she was getting used to it.\par \par \tab Next door to the man mowing his back lawn was a slightly different home, it was two stories, white with green trim, well manicured front and back lawn, chimneys and all that typical Americana grandeur--it was just a little bigger and drew Mandy inside.\par \tab She had watched a boy in the other yard ease his meaty 14 year old prick into the glory hole of his friend as he lay on a cushioned lounge under a porch awning. She noted the man mowing his lawn stopped to take a piss on a bush. She noted wisps of smoke trailing out of the chimney of the other house, the slightly larger one with huge 6 foot ivy walls enclosing it--and suddenly she was inside!\par \tab Somewhere someone was playing a piano. A concert type piano.\par \tab Inside the house was kind of dark, but not dreary. It was warm, not a lot of family photos. There was lots of art work, and some musical instruments of the high class kind. Modern furniture, no signs of wear--no signs of any children, either.\par \tab There was stairs leading up to the second floor, which was where the music was coming from. The downstairs was open with only a small hallway to a private den and a bathroom.\par \tab Mandy held her ground for a moment, then cocked her head to and fro, rolled her head on her shoulders and eased up the stairs. The upstairs had plants, more musical artwork, and open rooms save for those deemed a bedroom, den, and bathroom.\par \tab One of the open rooms was a musical room whereas music was coming from. A grand piano was focal point, a little girl about ten or so was sitting at the piano playing. An elderly fart sat next to her. Mandy recognized the man, and the girl, from the night before--at the church. \par \tab The elderly gent seemed even more poised--a blue blazer-jacket, vest, stripped blue/white dress shirt, bow tie. He was regal, prim and proper and very English.\par \tab The little girl played the piano well enough, perfect to Mandy. She was well poised, herself--in a nice dress that was old fashioned, out of time. Long straight blond hair, soft skin, perfect posture.\page\tab\ldblquote That was beautiful, Becky.\rdblquote the old man said. His eyes closed as the final notes were played. The young girl, \ldblquote Becky\rdblquote placed her delicate hands on her lap. The metronome was stopped and the old man remained motionless, still, apparently reeling in the beautiful piece (of music) Becky had played--beautifully.\par \tab The young girl waited and then began to exhibit signs of fidgety.\par \tab The music teacher brought his hands together, entwined his fingers and nodded, he was well pleased. He was something \ldblquote else\rdblquote , too. \rquote You may go.\rdblquote he said. Becky smiled, bowed her head and got up.\par \tab She didn\rquote t \ldblquote leave\rdblquote leave, but made for a huge old dark oak door.\par \tab The bathroom.\par \tab The elderly gent stood and straightened out his clothes and brought the heel of his hand against his \ldblquote bulge\rdblquote in his dark trousers. The cad! He had a boner!\par \tab He moved to a side table where there was a silver tea set, small tea crackers and pieces of fudge. Mandy noted the elderly man, Edward Eddington III, dropping something into one of the tea cups. He gave it a stir with his finger (but didn\rquote t lick it!)\par \tab Little Becky emerged from the bathroom, smoothing down her dress. It was a different kind of dress, not frilly but with white trim lace, blue & white square checkered. She was \ldblquote flat\rdblquote and the dress was just to the knees with white knee socks, black dress shoes.\par \tab A hair braid but no earrings.\par \tab She was cute. Damn cute. Polite and very possibly from a very good home, wealthy parents. Mandy watched the old geezer, it was apparent that he was infatuated with Becky. She took the offering of tea, which was probably a ritual on her visits for his music lessons. She sipped the tea and noshed on a piece of fudge.\par \tab Nothing was spoken.\par \tab There was a tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hall. In the background the noise of the lawnmower from the next door neighbor could still be heard. \par \tab It was observed that little Becky seemed to be getting sleepy. She wavered a bit and kind hearted music teacher Ed easily escorted her to a love seat Victorian style. Seconds after sitting down (and leaning back), little Becky closed her little blue eyes and was asleep.\par \tab Ed Eddington didn\rquote t waste too much time. Thirty seconds, no more. He gently shook the dozing (drugged) child, clicked his fingers, then placed a daring hand to her chest where breasts would be in a few years.\par \tab Nothing.\par \tab No reaction whatsoever.\par \tab Ed smiled a wavering smile.\par \tab He picked up the dozing drugged child\rquote s hand, looked around and had the girl \ldblquote cup his balls.\rdblquote \par \tab Scum! Cad! Dirtbag!\par \tab He closed the girl\rquote s hand about his phallic bulging inside his trousers, he made a low moan and then moved to his knees. He held firm for a moment, then opened the girl\rquote s legs to peer up her legs. Becky slept on totally unawares.\par \tab Her young legs were parted and the newest scum bum peeked more earnestly, licking his lips all the while. There was perspiration on his upper lip, perspiration on his smoothed brow. Gently and very gingerly he opened the girl\rquote s legs more and more, raising them just so, too.\par \tab The crotch of the drugged child\rquote s panties was revealed. White undies with red love pat hearts all over them. Ed Eddington uttered a moan. In his face was strong desire. Strong. Overwhelming.\par \tab Slowly he eased the girl\rquote s body (butt) to the edge of the seat, this brought her closer to the old man\rquote s desire. He uttered another satisfying moan and stared for a long time at the girl\rquote s crotch. \par \tab Soon he had the girl laying out on the sofa, her legs up, ankles locked in his ancient hands. The view was terrific, for the old man. He bent her legs back, she stirred not. With a free hand Eddington caressed the child\rquote s ass. It was glorious. His moans increased into almost high pitched whines.\par \tab Trembling fingers slipped under the hem of the girl\rquote s panty, pushing them to one side so as to expose full ass cheek. A little more exposure revealed a wondrous glory hole and a hairless poon.\par \tab A trembling tongue darted in and out of the man\rquote s quivering lips. There was still strong desire on his face, in his eyes. He laid the girl\rquote s legs down and eased her dress up. His eyes never left her panties. He sat on his knees on the floor braced against the red velvet Victorian-style love seat for several minutes.\par \tab He then began a slow tedious task of panty removal.\par \tab When the basic white with love pat hearts panties were just at mid thigh, Mr. Ed groaned. His eyes focused on the girl\rquote s naked poon. A hand came down to his \ldblquote bulge\rdblquote and he worked it in earnest. This only prompted him to raise up, unfasten his trousers, unzip, and unleash his 60-something year old cock.\page\tab It was stiff. Mightily stiff. Once more he took the sleeping child\rquote s hand and had her unknowingly grip him. His eyes fluttered, he moaned some more and his cock pulsed.\par \tab His cock throbbed as he slowly moved Becky\rquote s hand up and down his shaft; he had her cup his balls, too. Simple masturbation for some minutes. Much ado about moaning and groaning. He didn\rquote t cum, but he was close, very close.\par \tab His next diabolical deed was inching up to the sleeping drugged child\rquote s face, pressing the head of purple dong to the girl\rquote s mouth. Without much effort he entered her mouth. With his hands he moved her head back and forth. His cock slipped out a time or two and he rubbed it all over her pretty-pretty face.\par \tab A daring finger came down to the child\rquote s cunny; he fingered the hairless poon, getting into the poon\rquote s slit and working it into a near furor. There was visible reactions (instinctive/automatic) from Becky. Eddington III watched for any adverse reactions--but there were none so he continued.\par \par \tab On a bed in an apparent spare/guest bedroom the young girl, Becky, was nude and laid out. She was still drugged. Eddington carried her to the room and laid her out and slowly removed all of her clothes. Surprisingly, Eddington remained clothes, just \ldblquote undone.\rdblquote\par \tab Once Becky was totally nude, he spread her legs wide and went down on her. He didn\rquote t lick, just went down to eye her nakedness more closely. His fingers probed her young cunny, rubbing the meat of his thumb to the meat of her pussy. Her legs he lifted to gawk at her pert perfect unstained (yet) asshole.\par \tab He then brought his tongue to her pussy and licked it.\par \tab This action only brought \ldblquote action\rdblquote to his cock. After a few licks he couldn\rquote t stand it any longer and came onto the bed, slipping in between Becky\rquote s legs. He rested his cock against her vagina and humped. It did little to quell his sex drive. With one hand he moved his prong up and down the slit entrance--then plunged inward.\par \tab Becky\rquote s body arched, her young nipples stood out, her face screwed up and she made small noises. She remained deeply unconscious, though, and so then was thusly fucked.\page Farts in the Wind (and other stains)\par \tab No one home next door, an old couple sat bitching to one another about their empty lives in the next, a man shagged a woman in the next house (they were married--but not to each other\'85)\par \tab In the next house it was like the music teacher\rquote s, bigger than the others. Again, Mandy found herself inside in a \ldblquote blink of an eye.\rdblquote There was no explaining it. She was getting a little annoyed with it, she knew that much.\par \tab She knew she should have stayed at Eddington\rquote s place, it was quaint, quiet (too quiet); but there was food and she felt okay there. Up and leaving for no apparent reason she didn\rquote t get. After Eddington had had his way with Becky, he had rested alongside her, caressing her and admiring her more and more--all the while cum oozed from her fresh fucked cunny and his flaccid prick.\par \tab Something curious Mandy took notice of--of all the girls she had seen raped, fucked, shagged, whatever--and they all being apparent virgins, none ever exhibited any signs of broken cherry. Maybe one or two, but for the most part, the young girls broken in didn\rquote t bleed!\par \tab Did that mean anything?\par \tab Eddington caressed the Becky, running his hand up and down her lovely nude body. He rolled her to her side and caressed her that manner, too; then rolled her on onto her stomach and began a tedious task of caressing her backside, mostly her ass.\par \tab His aged cock slowly returned to some life and he pressed it against the still dozing drugged girl\rquote s ass. He tried mostly to poke his way into her equally virginal asshole. He had no success in that venture--not until he placed her on her hands and knees on the bed--her body was limp and he had to hold her at the waist but after some moments of attempting--penetration to Becky\rquote s virgin corn hole was a riveting success!\par \tab Mandy had seen enough and scurried away.\par \par \tab In the new house she noted the many pictures on the wall; a family of four with many relatives.\tab A nice house of moderate furniture, well maintained and kept up. Something was cooking in the kitchen. Mandy found a crock pot with something she couldn\rquote t recognize. No one was apparently home.\par \tab But then--a flash came to Mandy\rquote s mind--she saw someone!\par \tab It frightened her as she didn\rquote t understand what was happening. How or Why was elusive, as well. She held fast where she was and waited.\page\tab There were no more \ldblquote flashes.\rdblquote\par \tab She wrinkled her nose and felt something going on in her stomach. Was THAT a sign? She couldn\rquote t recall really having the need or urge to go to the bathroom, it was just ritual, a habit, instinct. She could \ldblquote feel\rdblquote herself, she could pinch herself, bit her lips, tweak a nipple. She didn\rquote t recall \ldblquote farting\rdblquote in any recent memory. \par \tab In the fridge she found some sort of soft drink she had never heard of before, she helped herself. There was some pudding, banana pudding that she also helped herself to. \par \tab She guessed that what was in the crock pot was something like chili, a chili stew. She thought of \ldblquote Charlie\rquote s\rdblquote famous chili, it would soon be dished up and become \ldblquote infamous!\rdblquote\par \tab She hung loose at the bottom of the stairs. It didn\rquote t go straight up but had a \ldblquote landing\rdblquote turn. Huge Chinese-like vases were all about, antique furniture and curios. A particular vase caught Mandy\rquote s attention and she stared at it a long-long time.\par \tab It was a LARGE vase, blue squares of varying shades with a large peacock. She realized that it was not overly unusual and there was the distinct possibility that there were more than ONE of these type of vases. Her friend Clorece had one just like it in her house, her mother had brought it from Mainland China.\par \tab Why had Mandy thought of it. Why had it come to her mind? Was THAT significant? Did it hold any meaning? Was it merely maybe a fluke? Just happenstance? Too many variables\'85\par \tab What was real, what was--whatever she was experiencing.\par \tab She seriously began to believe that she was experiencing some sort of psychosis. Maybe it had something to do with the acid she had done, or maybe she had slipped on the floor at the pizzeria and she was in a coma--and all she had \ldblquote experienced\rdblquote thus far was a fucked up fantasy.\par \tab Maybe. She had no answers. None.\par \par \tab Linen closet, utility room, bathroom, bedroom one (door closed), bedroom two had its door open and was definitely a boy\rquote s room--cluttered, boy\rquote s underwear on the floor, near naked rock bitch stars on the walls. Bedroom three had its door open and was a teen girl\rquote s room, it wasn\rquote t cluttered and picked up nicely, on the bed were plush animals. \par \tab UNDER the bed was someone.\page\tab Mandy paused a moment and then eased in. she got on her hands and knees and got up close--it was a boy, about 12 or so, sniffing a pair of yellow panties. There wasn\rquote t a lot of room under the bed and Mandy couldn\rquote t figure why the fuck he was there to begin with--just to sniff panties?\par \tab Nope!\par \tab A girl came into the room, slung her school backpack into a chair, farted, then opened a window. She brushed her super fine long blond straight hair, changed earrings, then began undressing.\par \tab Mandy noted the boy under the bed with mouth open, eyes wide.\par \tab The girl wore brown corduroys and a tight yellow cotton top. She was approximately fifteen or so, about average for her age group. Good posture, good body style. Her jeans slid down effortlessly. She spanked her own ass and then stepped out of her jeans, then removed her top. Under the bed, the little brother, was rubbing himself. This was more--much more--than expected.\par \tab The jeans and yellow top were kicked to a corner. She bend over some to peruse rummage thru a dresser. The angle was marvelous, for the slinking unseen boy under the bed. Mandy guessed that the girl, the sister, would rip the boy\rquote s eyes out and then do major bodily harm to him until he was totally thrashed if she knew.\par \tab A new pair of jeans and a tight white top later and the girl was re-dressed. She left the room and Mandy watched the boy ease his cock out and masturbate. He worked his jeans down so as he could open his legs wide and really work his crank.\par \tab He had flaming red hair as opposed to his sister.\par \tab A long narrow face, a little shorter than most of his classmates of his age. Scrawnier, too. He was a super straight \ldblquote A\rdblquote kid, a young republican, not athletic in the least.\par \tab The boy began to crawl out, unable to reach his pants and underwear to pull them up properly--when the girl made a sudden unexpected return. She went to her desk and switched on the computer there and busied herself for several minutes. The boy, Jason, was trapped.\par \tab Which was not entirely a bad thing. Some twenty minutes later and the girl, Melissa, had a \ldblquote visitor.\rdblquote he came via the opened window. He was something of an intruder, or a monkey--he utilized a painter\rquote s ladder and the huge cherry tree to gain access to the teen girl\rquote s bedroom.\par \tab\ldblquote Hi, Sheen!\rdblquote the girl said not distracted by the intrusion.\page\tab Sheen clambered into the bedroom; he was about the same height as Melissa, but pudgier. Not fat or overweight, but he could use some exercise and lay off the twinkies. A well rounded kid, some freckles, short cropped unstyled blond hair, deep blue eyes. Not Mandy\rquote s type, he wasn\rquote t cute but was apparently a \ldblquote friend\rdblquote of some type to Melissa.\par \tab Melissa finished whatever she was doing on her computer--a computer yes, but still no sign of a telephone! \par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s doing?\rdblquote Melissa asked as she turned her attention to the intruder.\par \tab\ldblquote Yer not gonna go to the chili cook-off?\rdblquote the boy asked inquisitively.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh yeah, but later, around five, mom\rquote s chili is still simmering in the pot and wont be really ready until then.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Folks home?\rdblquote Sheen asked offhandedly.\par \tab Melissa checked a clock and shook her head, \ldblquote Mom\rquote s at a meeting, dad\rquote s still at work.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s the runt?\rdblquote that would be the boy under the bed.\par \tab\ldblquote Probably at one of his dumbass school meetings for nerds!\rdblquote the sister giggled. Sheen giggled, too. Then the two teen friends embraced.\par \tab They embraced and kissed and Sheen grabbed some ass.\par \par \tab Poor Jason, he was in fits. The entire Romanian Navy could dock in Jason\rquote s mouth--as he watched Sheen slip his hands inside the back of Melissa\rquote s pants. And soon they (the pants) were being moved down.\par \tab Meanwhile, Melissa was unfastening/undoing Sheen\rquote s pants.\par \tab Melissa\rquote s pants slipped down over the curvature of her perfectly shaped desirable ass. Sheen ran his hands all over her flesh, squeezed cheeks and eased the panties down, too.\par \tab Jason made an audible \ldblquote ohhhhh\rdblquote but luckily wasn\rquote t heard.\par \tab Melissa broke free of Sheen\rquote s lip lock. Both were grinning, Sheen\rquote s pants had fallen to his knees. Melissa\rquote s was at mid thigh with her panties just down enough to expose herself. She went to her knees. Sheen wore green boxers. His teenage prong was off to one side and mightily stiff. Melissa gripped the bulge and wrapped her mouth about the shaft (thru the boxers.)\par \tab Sheen ran his fingers thru Melissa\rquote s golden hair. Melissa flopped out Sheen\rquote s dick thru the boxer slit. She tugged on the hot member, squeezed it, tugged the skin down to the base, waggled the cock before her and then--\par \tab Proceeded to give a nice blow-suck job.\par \tab Jason under the bed still unseen and unheard began to cum\'85\page\tab Sheen rocked as he was sucked. His ass cheeks flexed and tightened. Every inch of his tool was engulfed into Melissa\rquote s mouth. Jason was blitzed. He had heard of such things, but had never-ever believed it could really be so true.\par \tab Casually he wondered if his MOTHER sucked his dad!?\par \tab Did ALL girls, women, suck cock!?\par \tab Jason wondered what it would be like.\par \tab Did he want his sister to suck him?\par \tab He always DID check her out, when she was scantily clad, partially dressed, in her undies, in her swimsuit, or those few occasions he got to see her butt bare assed naked.\par \tab She was his sister, though, he wasn\rquote t too keen on the word \ldblquote incest\rdblquote , and not even overly aware that banging your sister was illegal, if not immoral. He guessed that he had to admit to himself that he WAS somewhat lustful for his sister. But he was at the tender age whereas he was lustful for ALL girls. His age, his sister\rquote s age, his mother\rquote s age!\par \tab Melissa pulled back, smacking her lips, running her tongue about her lips and then lick/tickling the head of Sheen\rquote s schlong. She stroked it as if masturbating it.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck, I\rquote m gonna cum!\rdblquote sparked Sheen. He was sweating and seemingly in a bad way. One hand fondled his balls, pressing into his groin. His other hand squeezed his ass, spanking himself!\par \tab Melissa returned to engulfing Sheen\rquote s dick, still stroking it and sucking faster--faster--faster!!! Sheen began to pump madly into Melissa\rquote s mouth. \ldblquote Yeah!\rdblquote \ldblquote Oh Yeah!\rdblquote \ldblquote Uh-huh!\rdblquote \ldblquote Yessssssss!\rdblquote\par \tab There was quick little pumps, juttings. Jason peered steadily and watched as hard as he could, apparently, Sheen was cumming and he was shooting that gooey stuff into her mouth!\par \tab Gooey stuff had spilled onto Jason\rquote s bare belly. His cock, though, hadn\rquote t died down like it normally did when he jerked off. He used a stolen pair of his sister\rquote s panties to clean up the mess.\par \tab Sheen wavered and pulled his prick out. Melissa rubbed the prong all over her face and sucked on the head a little more. Sheen shuddered, eyes fluttered, mouth fell open--then closed--then opened. Words were caught in his throat.\par \tab Melissa was in complete control.\par \tab Sheen stepped away, working his boxers on down and removing his shirt. Melissa made her way to her bed and flopped onto it. A her ankles were her panties.\page\tab Naked Sheen came over and got another BJ, Jason couldn\rquote t see it, Mandy did, though. Melissa ran her hand all over Sheen\rquote s nude body, mostly his ass and then cupping his balls. She sucked him back into \ldblquote stiff mode.\rdblquote\par \tab Jason moaned to himself, he was in agony--sexual.\par \tab Melissa lay down on her bed, opened her legs wide and began to frig herself. Sheen was in a quandary--to bone her or lick her? Melissa moved about, she was seated right on the foot of her bed, panties still twisted at her ankles. Sheen knelt down, ran his hands up and down Melissa\rquote s legs. He then went down on her. \par \tab Jason then was eye-to-eye with Sheen\rquote s cum dripping cock.\par \par \tab At length, Sheen moved up. Thankfully the bed Jason hid under was well constructed and didn\rquote t crush him. His sister\rquote s panties that had been twisted at her ankles slipped off and he snatched them. \par \tab Sheen glided his cock up and down Melissa\rquote s trim, teasing her. Melissa\rquote s nipples were pert and sensitive. She bit into her lip and desired deeply for Sheen to \ldblquote stick his stick into her!\rdblquote\par \tab Sheen went up and down the girl\rquote s entrance, poking into her just so as the head disappeared, then out again to hump the gash. Melissa maneuvered herself about and tried to get laid. Sheen was in control, he pinned Melissa\rquote s arms and simply grinded away on her gash, not penetrating her.\par \par \tab Jason eased out a little between the thrashing legs. He wasn\rquote t too enthused with seeing Sheen\rquote s sweaty swinging balls, but he enjoyed seeing (finally) Sheen\rquote s prick sliding in and out of Melissa\rquote s cunt. It was \ldblquote up close & very personal\rdblquote . \par \tab There was a slight pungent \ldblquote odor\rdblquote too. It wasn\rquote t unpleasant but it was prevalent. Sheen\rquote s cock was enormous! It slid in all the way and pulled out most of the way. There were juices flowing out of Melissa\rquote s pussy. Jason stopped breathing. He couldn\rquote t close his eyes if he wanted to. Very girl he knew, his sister\rquote s friends, his own friends (who had sisters), girls at his school, tv, life in general--his MOTHER, he knew what they looked like when getting doinked.\par \tab Sheen plowed into Melissa slowly, furiously, very slowly, then pumping furiously until MORE juices spewed from Melissa\rquote s cunt. Sheen pulled out and humped her cum oozing cunt. Cum, too, blasted from Sheen\rquote s piss slit. Jason\rquote s, too!\page\tab The two teen lovers rested after their experience. There was some romping on the bed, Sheen sucking on Melissa\rquote s titties, fingering her gooied cunny. Jason was still trapped. But at length the two teen lovers got off the bed and scurried out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. Moments later and there was the shower to be heard.\par \tab Jason didn\rquote t know if they were showering together or what.\par \tab He held his position, still fondling himself and going over in his mind what he had witnessed. It was more than he could fathom. He slowly eased out from under the bed. He had two pair of his sister\rquote s panties. He had seen her getting doinked, sucking cock, and everything! His own bone was still pretty hard. In his mind there WAS strong-strong desire to fuck his sister.\par \par \tab In the shower Sheen doinked Melissa again. They frolicked, kissed, and fondled one another and daringly if not riskily Melissa was pressed against the back wall of the shower--Sheen supported her ass as his cock eased into her freshly cleaned cunny.\par \tab He didn\rquote t cum. He pumped madly for a minute, pulled out and grinded against her gash. He then had to put her down lest they both slip and break something unbreakable. It was more fondling, cuddling, and soaping one another up. At length, though, Melissa turned about and presented her ass.\par \tab Sheen washed it, peed on it, and jammed his finger into her smoke hole. Soon with a soaped up schlong he was entering her. Melissa\rquote s breasts pressed against the glass shower door.\par \tab In her room, Jason daringly was nude and on her bed, legs spread wide humping her bed. Melissa\rquote s panties actually being humped, he was out of his mind--spanking himself and grinding to beat all.\par \tab In the bathroom again, Sheen had cum. DEEP into Melissa\rquote s corn hole. Pulling out more cum jutted out and he stroked himself. Melissa turned about and eyed the dancing phallic. She went down on him! \par \tab Jason soiled his sister\rquote s undies. He lay in the mess totally spent and exhausted. He began fingering his asshole! Slowly he rolled over, his nude body was awash in sex sweat. He wanted desperately to fuck his sister, any girl would actually do. Melissa\rquote s panties had a gob of cum on them, he didn\rquote t care, he took the undies and stared at them in a new light, holding them up to his face. He sniffed the crotch and then--then LICKED his own spunk from the panty crotch!\page\tab Melissa dried Sheen, Sheen dried Melissa. There was a tad bit of \ldblquote frolicking\rdblquote in between & during. They then made their way back to Melissa\rquote s room.\par \tab Jason had barely enough time to scoot BACK under his sister\rquote s bed.\par \tab The two naked horny teens came in and while Melissa searched for her discarded panties, Sheen took one more opportunity to stuff her. He plunged into her glory hole, gripped her hips and \ldblquote went to town.\rdblquote Melissa held onto a chair to receive the humping, she reached between her legs to fondle Sheen\rquote s swinging nads; as well as her fiery pussy.\par \tab Sheen humped, pumped, brought his cock out and angled it down to hump the swollen lips of \tab Melissa\rquote s cunt, then plunged back into her asshole. He strained and strained but couldn\rquote t cum. But there was fun in trying. The two wound up back on the bed, flopping and very nearly \ldblquote crushing\rdblquote the unseen horny brother under them.\par \tab The two lovers entered into yet another sex bout--this time with Melissa on top. Sheen gripped the girl\rquote s ass and thusly allowed Jason a peek at his sister\rquote s poop chute--as well as another fine up close and personal view of vaginal penetration.\par \tab The \ldblquote odor\rdblquote of sex was more prevalent. There were juices flowing and Jason was blitzed--again.\par \tab Sheen finally managed to unload ONE MORE TIME! Melissa apparently did likewise. Both were exhausted. Melissa trembled and shuddered, Jason creamed the underside of her bed.\par \tab The two lovers began talking, Jason didn\rquote t know about what, Mandy only partially listened. She watched Jason, Jason was close to jumping his sister\rquote s ass--literally.\par \tab Sheen took note of the time.\par \tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote he exclaimed, \ldblquote I gotta go help my dad at the fair or he\rquote ll be pissed.\rdblquote\par \tab Melissa moved off of him and stood up, Jason could look right up her legs to her cunny, he still wasn\rquote t noticed. Sheen flew into his clothes, embraced the still naked Melissa and kissed her deeply. Melissa fondled his cock and balls, \ldblquote I\rquote ll see you there!\rdblquote she chirped. The boy parted and went out the window.\par \par \tab Not finding her panties and almost-ALMOST looking under the bed, Melissa dressed in a new pair of undies and regular street clothes. She farted, adjusted her bra, farted again, then sat at her desk to begin work on homework and brushing her hair. Jason was STILL trapped!\par Its All Relative\tab\par \tab Someone was home. Melissa (and Mandy) heard a front door. Melissa continued doing homework on the computer. As much as five minutes elapsed before a man-fatherly figure appeared at the open bedroom door. \ldblquote Hiya!\rdblquote he said cheerfully.\par \tab\ldblquote Hi dad!\rdblquote perked up Melissa. Then, \ldblquote I thought you were going to be at a meeting and meet us at the fair?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Meeting was rescheduled so I thought I\rquote d come home, change clothes and take a breather before heading out.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Cool beans!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Seen any sign of your brother?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Nope, thankfully!\rdblquote she said dryly.\par \tab\ldblquote He needs to check in soon.\rdblquote\par \tab There was typical father-daughter banter, Mandy wasn\rquote t interested. She checked the trapped boy under the bed, he seemed to be a little panicky. If his FATHER should catch him under the bed--that probably wouldn\rquote t be good. His sister would nut up on him, but what would his father do?\par \tab It had been a while since he had last been in any serious trouble.\par \tab He seemed to be fretting. And he was still very naked, too. No, it wouldn\rquote t be good at all.\par \tab Not to worry, he wasn\rquote t found out. Besides, Jason had some mediocre dirt on his sister, not too mention what she had just done with Sheen.\par \tab The father, Joseph, entered into his daughter\rquote s room to see what she was doing on the computer. The daughter had actually asked him something in relevance to a homework question/problem. The two discussed and came to a conclusion and Melissa was happy.\par \tab They discussed the county fair and the chili.\par \tab\ldblquote What is it with this town and chili!?\rdblquote Melissa remarked sarcastically.\par \tab Her father chuckled. They were newcomers and not too up on the \ldblquote rituals\rdblquote of small town living. Joseph stood leaning against a butt high library counter, massaging himself. Mandy shook her head.\par \tab More father-daughter banter.\par \tab More massaging.\par \tab At last the girl switched off her computer. \ldblquote Is it still hot out?\rdblquote she asked of her father.\par \tab\ldblquote Just warm, but the nights get pretty chilly around here.\rdblquote\par \tab Melissa went to her dresser and pulled out some clothes. Her father\rquote s eyes were locked onto her ass. Then she farted.\par \tab\ldblquote Damn, Melissa!\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote I know, crimmeny, I\rquote ve been doing it all day and I haven\rquote t had any of mom\rquote s chili yet!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You going to change?\rdblquote he said hopefully.\par \tab She nodded and quick as a quick slipped off the new top she had put on. She was still barefoot. She squeezed out another butt blast and unhitched her jeans. She seemed to have no problem with her dad in the room, still--massaging an obvious bulge.\par \tab Melissa\rquote s jeans slid down. Her back (and ass) was to her father. Jason, still under the bed, was freaking out (silently.) He thought his sister was more modest. But apparently not! She stepped out of her jeans and finally faced her daddy. She was all aglow, smiling and made her way to him, unfastening the snap to her bra as she did so.\par \tab When she got to his presence she was topless and just in her pinkish panties. Her father had a rousing boner going. The two embraced and then kissed.\par \par \tab Melissa\rquote s dad\rquote s cock was tremendously LARGER than sneaky bedroom entering boyfriend Sheen. It was handled nicely, though, in Melissa\rquote s hand. Both hands. She switched as she masturbated her father. After their deep passionate embrace and deep passionate kiss, Melissa simply dropped to her knees and unzipped her father\rquote s wool slacks.\par \tab Her talented tongue diddled his piss slit, she tugged on the member elongating it even further! Her talented tongue rolled around and around the super sensitive crown--further intensifying the sensations her father was feeling.\par \tab He was--kinda tall, permed hair (on a man?) wore glasses, dress clothes, very smart, laid back and form the era of the \lquote 60s. He was cool but still a parent. And currently he had every inch of his fatherly manhood DEEP inside his cocksucking daughter\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Occasionally she pulled away and worked his crank furiously like guys like to do to their cranks, squeezed the cock at its base, tugged on the skin and devoured the head for some intense sucking.\par \tab Cum began to spurt and glob up onto the girl\rquote s face. She sucked most of the goo down her gullet; the rest she let splash onto her bare naked chest. Once her father\rquote s prick was emptied and had gone flaccid, the young girl stood and once more embraced her father.\par \tab Joseph caressed his daughter, taking his hands down to her lovely-lovely ass. Jason desperately wanted to touch his sister\rquote s ass. Desperately.\page\tab It wasn\rquote t over. Melissa clung to her father, allowing him to caress her bareness. And he did. He seemed very-very enamored with the deed. He stood on trembling shaky legs. He remedied this by going to his knees. He stared at his teen daughter\rquote s nakedness, licking his lips and drooling.\par \tab Jason was basically out of his mind. He couldn\rquote t believe what he was seeing. He knew that probably fooling around with one\rquote s sister was probably not cool and possibly illegal--but for a father and daughter to fool around--he KNEW that had to be wrong.\par \tab (well, in most states it was\'85)\par \tab There was more. Joseph caressed his daughter\rquote s ass more, kissed her belly button and then she turned about, presenting her lovely-lovely ass. Her daddy liked. He smiled and there was LIFE in his cock. Melissa parted her cheeks and her father delved inward--tonguing her crack and diddling her hole.\par \tab Jason\rquote s bone was stiff enough that he could begin jerking it off once more, he wanted to stick it into his sister\rquote s mouth and see what a blowjob felt like. There were soooooooo many girls, even girls he shouldn\rquote t be having lurid thoughts about.\par \tab Soon his fingers were probing Melissa\rquote s asshole. He kissed each cheek and then she stood up. She seemed to be in a bad way herself. They moved to the bed. Melissa laid out, ass on the edge, legs spread. Her father got on his knees between those long lovely legs and he wasted little time. Jason wasn\rquote t so enthralled at this juncture, his father\rquote s cock was right at his forehead!\par \tab But not for long.\par \tab Joseph tongue lashed his daughter\rquote s cunt for several minutes; examining virtually every nuance of the cunny. He pulled the lips open and furiously got into the \ldblquote groove.\rdblquote Young Melissa thrashed about on the bed, pump/humping into her daddy\rquote s face. She was on the very brink of orgasm blast.\par \tab Joseph kept it up, jamming a finger into her poop chute. His cock was stiff, it pressed against the foot of his daughter\rquote s bed, Jason was inches below the swinging swelled up testicle sac.\par \tab Melissa came.\par \tab In torrents. She thrashed and flailed about the bed pumping frantically into her dear ole dad\rquote s face. She clenched and emitted a river of her personal juices. Joseph climbed up and \ldblquote mounted\rdblquote his daughter, resting his heated prong against her love canal entrance and spent a moment or two suckling on her pert perky young teenage breasts.\par \tab Fucking soon commenced. Jason was able to pull himself up and up to view his dad\rquote s cock slamming into Melissa\rquote s cunt. He couldn\rquote t believe it, he was astounded. Slow methodic pumps, some straining, and back to full insertion and partial withdrawing pumpings.\par \tab After some time, five minutes or so, Joseph began to speed up.\par \tab Melissa clenched up her young teen body, she held onto her father\rquote s arms, spread her legs wider and pumped back as much as she could. Joseph humped, pumped, and quickened his humping until he was at full stroke.\par \tab Cum began to spew out of Melissa\rquote s cunny. Both father and daughter gnashed their naked bodies and humped madly until submitting to the much sought after enjoyment of sexual bliss.\par \tab\par \tab For sure it was, Jason Warbling was never-ever going to be the same again. He watched up close and personal (very personal) his sister getting doinked--TWICE! And after his father had his way on top of her, they moved to the floor whereupon Melissa assumed the doggie style position. Joseph once more delved into her funky ass crack, tonguing the hole and the whole crack; plenty of tongue and finger action before applying full thrusting man cock.\par \tab Jason couldn\rquote t see the absolute penetration, but he had a pretty good idea. He could see his sister\rquote s breasts jiggling as she was on her hands and knees, desperately he wanted to be in stead of his father.\par \tab Joseph made quick work of butt fucking his daughter. He was already pretty high on orgasm and so it didn\rquote t take long. He pulled free and humped the ass crack, smacked the ass flesh, and restuffed the hole. \par \tab Melissa grew tired on her hands and knees and she turned to lay on her back. Knees up, legs wide, daddy between her legs. Joseph humped her gash and then entered her. Jason had ample view of the penetration, it was even better than on the bed!\par \tab Joseph also plowed her asshole again, Melissa had brought her legs far back and it was just a natural thing to do. Jason was getting the sex ed of a lifetime.\par \par Finale\par \tab Jason eased out as soon as he heard the shower. His cock hurt, it was a strange unique feeling--he couldn\rquote t explain it. He scurried out of the bedroom while he had the chance, his father and sister were showering together. Into his room he fled, locked the door and flopped onto his bed and began a serious workout on his schlong.\par And Now, Something Completely Different!\par \tab Time. It was meaningless. It had no meaning, no concept. She moved from one \ldblquote incident\rdblquote to the next--rapidly. There was night, day, and very little in between. She seemed to think that there were times when she WAS in control, then there was a lax period and\'85\par \tab Vaguely she recalled the time being late evening. Jason Warbling still lay naked on his bed, gobs of cum drying on his thin wiry frail-like naked little body. \par \tab There was activity downstairs, the family had returned, from the chili cook-off/county fair. Jason had missed it. He had blissful-cumful dreams instead. \par \tab That was then Mandy noted an extreme passage of time.\par \tab She focused on the Chinese vase again, she saw the mother Janna going up the stairs. Downstairs the father and daughter had gone into the kitchen. Mandy couldn\rquote t determine \ldblquote where\rdblquote exactly she was. It all faded at that point anyways. She felt tired, sleepy. Where she sacked out she didn\rquote t know, either. A \ldblquote passage of time\rdblquote came to be and that was that.\par \par \tab Strangely, and thankfully, it was a peaceful sleep--not fraught with bad dreams or nightmares. Nothing seemed to disturb her. She remembered no dreams whatsoever, no faces of family and friends or any of the strange shit that had plagued her since the beginning.\par \tab She was still in the house of Warbling.\par \tab Warbling.\par \tab Hmmmm, the name was familiar.\par \tab Warbling.\par \tab John and Sharon Warbling, her aunt and uncle on her mother\rquote s side.\par \tab John DID resemble something of Joseph. Janna resembled a lot like Sharon. Melissa and Jason were her cousins. She had met them at one of the family reunions. It made sense. She guessed. Her mind was putting peoples she knew into whatever the hell was happening to her!\par \tab Maybe.\par \tab It was a big maybe. She was fourteen and didn\rquote t fully understand the complexities of brain injuries, tripping, or out-of-body-experiences.\par \tab Wafts of breakfast filled the air and drew Mandy to the kitchen.\par \tab In the kitchen Janna stood stirring something in a pot on the stove.\par \tab Her beige slacks were down, along with her panties. \par \tab In the crack of her ass was her red haired son Jason!\par \tab He was totally nude.\par \tab Upstairs Melissa was on all fours with sneaky boyfriend Sheen plowing her in the ass; meanwhile in her mouth was her dad! Both men were butt naked and deep into the groove of satisfying themselves.\par \tab Back downstairs Janna lay out on the breakfast table with her son in her pussy--fucking up a storm. He pumped and was deeply into it. He pulled out, or slipped out, and humped the motherly gash then plunged it back into the pussy that had bore him and continued fucking until orgasm.\par \tab His mother thrashed about on the table, clutching at her young somewhat inept son, pumping back into him and working him up and down to keep him fucking (and pleasing) her.\par \tab Thru the door came Jason and Joseph. Butt bare assed naked.\par \tab Melissa followed shortly after, bubbly and happy, with Sheen behind her (still sprouting a boner.) The family assembled for a family breakfast. All nude, all nonchalant about it.\par \tab Then, as an appetizer, in thru the door came a bustling young girl about eight or so. A bright yellow dress that was kiddie-like, full flowing, out of style. Dark hair, dark eyes, way too-happy-go-lucky. She bounded in and didn\rquote t seem alarmed by the nudity of everyone present.\par \tab She was greeted warmly and went directly to Mr. Warbling\rquote s lap. He took her and tickled her chest and tried to kiss her vampire-like on the neck. The child was squeamish and giggled and peed.\par \tab She was not a Warbling. She was an Austin, Sheen\rquote s little sister.\par \tab She was stood up on Joseph\rquote s lap and her matching yellow duckie panties tugged down. She bent over onto the table, the family in circle helped themselves to pancakes, oatmeal, orange juice, and sausage links, paying no mind to what else was going on.\par \tab Mr. Warbling wiped the child\rquote s hinny, parting the cheeks and doing a good job. It didn\rquote t seem to be a problem with anyone, least of the child being cleaned. Casually the dress was lifted off and she sat nakedly on Mr. Warbling\rquote s lap. Breakfast then commenced and Mandy felt a headache coming on.\par \par \tab Breakfast didn\rquote t last long, when it was complete the dishes were put into the sink (no dishwasher noted, either). The family moved into the living room and discussed the day, it was Saturday. There was talk of going to the movies, over to a friends, to the park, or to the fair. Then, nonchalantly Sheen began rubbing his cock against Melissa\rquote s bare ass. The girl reached about and guided it up and down her crack.\par \tab An \ldblquote orgy\rdblquote ensued thereafter\'85\page More Skimming of Scum\par \tab Woof Woof Scum\par \tab Coming onto the next block over gave Mandy an all-too-familiar feeling. It was like deja-vu or something. Yards, houses, and even some trees reminded her of her own neighborhood. It was freaky. Very freaky.\par \tab Along with the lack of telephones, phone lines, power lines, there didn\rquote t seem to be street signs, either. Were details like that normally vacant when one was \ldblquote tripping\rdblquote , suffering from a head concussion, in a coma?\par \tab She sighed and sucked it in, whatever \ldblquote in\rdblquote was and took a step further. Some other details just weren\rquote t there, either--like mailboxes. Other objects she was familiar with from her neighborhood were and weren\rquote t. Hedge rows, ivy wall fences, front yard ponds were. Cars, front yard swings from trees, particular homes she was most familiar with--like her own weren\rquote t. She saw one home that WAS familiar. Kristy\rquote s. \par \tab Kristy--Kristy Somebody, she couldn\rquote t remember her last name. Not that it was important. There was rivalry between the two, mainly \lquote cause Kristy was a year younger but more popular at their school than Mandy. Kristy had the market on the prime babysitting jobs in their small little town, she was more well liked and most of liked by the boys--including the boys of the 8\super th\nosupersub grade, especially that handsome fuck Lonnie!\par \tab The two simply didn\rquote t get along.\par \tab She didn\rquote t wish to see Kristy in any harm, didn\rquote t even really want to fight her, just embarrass the bitch and get her into trouble, to knock her down a peg or two. But that was about it. She was an underclassman and not worthy of Mandy\rquote s presence.\par \tab But, be that as it may\'85\par \tab So there was Kristy Somebody\rquote s house. Basic white with green trim, two story, chimney on both sides, flat manicured lawn, hedge rows all around. No pool. Her parents were divorced and she had stayed with her mom, Clorece had heard Kristy\rquote s dad split to Canada and Kristy had tried to go with him. \par \tab Clorece. Clorece was a dear-dear friend. Mandy realized that Clorece mainly and mostly clung to Mandy \lquote cause of Mandy\rquote s social status in the 8\super th\nosupersub grade, semi popularity and such as the like like that there. She missed Clorece. She was the only person she (Mandy) could actually talk to, to open up to and share DEEP seeded secrets and not be afraid of having said secret information shared to anyone else.\page\tab There didn\rquote t seem to be anyone about--at all. No wear. No kids or adults. No one. No cars either. The air could be felt stirring, the scent of mown grass could be smelt; there were birds twittering and a lawn mower buzzing in the background.\par \tab With eyes closed she held her breath and concentrated.\par \tab Slowly, the interior of a quaint two story home came to fill her head. She had never been inside Kristy\rquote s house. But suddenly she was. It was warm and bright, art and antiques were everywhere. Kristy\rquote s new dad had a little girl of his first marriage, she was a long blond haired child of six or so, Mandy was sure--and didn\rquote t care.\par \tab All was quiet save for the tick-ticking of the grandmother clock in the hall. Everything was tidy and neat. Too tidy, too neat. In the kitchen, too. In the den, sunken family room. There were some kiddie books out by a desk, a small rubber ball intended for a kitty kat, but Mandy saw no other sign of a kitty presence.\par \tab On the back covered patio there was unkempt signs, that relieved Mandy some. Some. So noted was the large stainless steel water bowl intended for probably a LARGE animal, like a dog. The great doghouse in the corner was another clue; torn blankets, dog chew toys, dog shit the size of a small child gave strong indication that a LARGE dog was somewhere.\par \tab Though she hadn\rquote t been able to interact with PEOPLE (\lquote cept that one time in the mall), Mandy had to pause and wonder if ANIMALS could interact with her. The thought was a little unsettling.\par \tab Suddenly she was dizzy and a wave of seasickness filled her.\par \tab Her eyes closed quickly without warning. Next thing she knew she was on the second floor. A moment was needed to regain her balance (and senses.) After that, back to snooping.\par \tab Linen closet, bedroom, bathroom, utility closet, playroom, bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, bedroom.\par \tab The last bedroom had its door open a crack.\par \tab Mandy took a peek.\par \tab She was not prepared for what she saw.\par \tab Inasmuch as she had been awed by the two gals at the dude raunch and what they were doing in the horsey stall WITH (and to) the horsey therein, a teen girl was doing likewise to a dog in her bedroom!\par \tab More strikingly it was Kristy!\par \tab Mandy was shocked. She stopped breathing and threw open the door.\page\tab The girl on the bed, Kristy, looked frantically and freaked, pushing her dog (a Great Dane/Malamute mutt something-something) off of her--it had been FUCKING her. She apparently, though, didn\rquote t see Mandy.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you see me?\rdblquote Mandy asked/demanded.\par \tab Kristy, butt naked with dog cream dripping from between her legs, scratched her ass and peered cautiously out into the hall. \ldblquote Mom?\rdblquote she asked. \ldblquote Karen?\rdblquote she called, the little sister. \ldblquote John?\rdblquote she inquired (the step-daddy.)\par \tab None seemed present.\par \tab\ldblquote Fucking wind!\rdblquote Kristy said. She let her breath out, scratched her butt some more and flopped onto her bed. Mandy had never been in Kristy\rquote s room, either--which would go along with never being in the house as afore mentioned previously--it was light colors, some pink but not too girlie--Kristy was a bit of a tomboy.\par \tab The dog happily with tongue lolling came to Kristy placing it huge furry head onto/into lap. Kristy petted the doggie and made cooing sounds to it. Mandy couldn\rquote t finger it. She seemed like Kristy. The same naked Kristy from the cabin. They had been forced to munch one another\rquote s pussy, lick each other out including each other\rquote s asshole. They had kissed and then serviced Lonnie and his little brother, Hank. There were all those others, too--the boys and the girls. Kristy\rquote s best friend, Stacie, too.\par \tab Mandy leaned against a side dresser and watched as back onto the bed spread out Kristy got herself. She frigged her pussy, tweaked her nipples and beckoned her dog to lick her out. Mandy couldn\rquote t recall if Kristy had actually had a dog or not, it was never mentioned and Mandy had never heard tell.\par \tab The Man\rquote s Best Friend seemed eager and happily engaged in human cunnilingus. Kristy flopped about on the bed wildly, clenching up tightly and thrusting her cunny into the dog\rquote s maw.\par \tab It was Kristy. It was. Mandy couldn\rquote t finger. Why? Why Kristy? Because she was someone Mandy didn\rquote t like so well? Was that the reason in itself? Or was Kristy an image of happenstance? Mandy wished on wishes that she could interact with someone.\par \tab The great beastly mutt crawled up onto the bed (with Kristy\rquote s urging), his huge pinkish dog tool dripping dog cum. Kristy\rquote s fingers wrapped about the phallic, stroked it and guided it into her human cunt. Mandy could only stand and watch in awe. It was not to be believed. So much detail! She could hear the humping, smell the smell of frothy orgasms. It was too much--she had to get out.\page Pond Scum--the Second Cumming\par \tab No one home in the next door house. The image of Kristy getting it with the family pet still filled Mandy. Why did that happen? Why was that a part of her \ldblquote experience\rdblquote ? Had she ever heard of Kristy having sex with a dog? She couldn\rquote t recall EVER any girl having sex with a dog. There were \ldblquote dog\rdblquote jokes about girls getting licked and dicked by dogs, but the concept was a little vague.\par \tab In a GREEN house with white trim--BIG wrap around porch, fireplace chimneys everywhere, three stories with a balcony/patio on the third floor, Mandy found herself on the 3\super rd\nosupersub floor. She didn\rquote t overly approve of the suddenness of being transported without foreknowledge or warning. The disorientation was a bitch!\par \tab After gathering herself she wandered the hall, peering into dark gloomy rooms until finding a particular bedroom containing a young boy in bed. His room was semi darkened, and thru the window it appeared as if it were only morning, but to Mandy it was near midday. (or leastways it HAD been.)\par \tab Anyways, the boy was sleeping. He appeared to be pre-teen, about 12. Dark haired, slenderly built and about average size for his age group. He had a sheet covering him. Mandy didn\rquote t know the purpose of her visit--until into the room came a naked man.\par \tab He was curly haired, short curly hair, blond. He was in his 40s, butt bare assed naked with a raging boner. Mandy lost her breath again, the man resembled a LOT like her uncle. An uncle she had seen partially nude before, peeing in the woods, and so on.\par \tab What was going on here?\par \tab She looked to the boy.\par \tab Alvin. It was Alvin, her cousin.\par \tab In the house, too, then there would be Kara and Melvin.\par \tab Mandy had never been to the uncle\rquote s house, he lived some states away. But, she had seen pictures of their house--it had been all illuminated with Christmas lights and snow--and it WAS a three story job.\par \tab Mandy clenched the desk behind her. This was getting just a little spooky. She wanted to be back at the ranch, or in the woods, anywhere but where she was. This was too close to home.\par \tab Her uncle, Uncle Matt, pulled the sheet down from the sleeping boy, Alvin, and roused. The boy rolled to his side facing away from his naked father. The Uncle masturbated himself, he looked very-very much like the uncle Mandy knew of. It was freaky, too freaky.\page\tab Uncle Matt leaned over and caressed the boy\rquote s body, traveling his hand up and down, patting the boy\rquote s ass and then thighs. Alvin didn\rquote t stir. His hand tugged the boy\rquote s blue boxers down, exposing ass flesh. Mandy gulped. She wanted to flee. Desperately. But for some reason, some unknown fucked up reason, she was held steadfast to the floor, to the scene before her that seemed all too real.\par \tab Slightly was Mandy aware that some adult men molested boys, mostly it was girls, young girls, that were molested; but boys, too. Mostly it were the priests of some certain religious organizations that did the illicit foul damnedable deed. Mandy was just a little vague on what exactly was all involved in man-boy molesting, she figured it had something to do with the playing of the boy\rquote s private parts--she was not so keen on the butt fucking and other things of the sordid sort.\par \tab More of Alvin\rquote s boxer shorts were tugged down. The boy did seem to be actually awake, he rolled onto his stomach trying not to participate. His dad fondled the newly bared ass, squeezing cheeks and prying the soft flesh open to gaze upon the hole and the boy\rquote s snugged up tight testicles.\par \tab Mandy didn\rquote t want to see what was to happen nextly.\par \tab But she apparently had no choice.\par \par \tab The uncle crawled onto the bed and pressed his cock to Alvin\rquote s ass. The boy moved some and moaned, a moan that was NOT sexual. A groan, rather--of displeasure. Mandy heard something to the effect, \ldblquote Cant you leave me alone!?\rdblquote\par \tab But the uncle didn\rquote t, the boxers were removed and the young legs opened. The boy lay on his stomach, hands under him, face into his pillow. Mandy watched as the boy\rquote s father got onto the bed and pulled the lad\rquote s hips up. The boy groaned again, but on his own pulled his cheeks open. His dad rested his ass on his heels and peered at the glory hole. He then began to hum as he fingered the hole.\par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t recall her uncle ever \ldblquote humming\rdblquote before. Maybe he did. Maybe. Maybe not. She couldn\rquote t recall. This uncle hummed. He caressed the cheeks and then went in--with his tongue; licking and kissing and placing hickie marks on each cheek.\par \tab At length, though, he was \ldblquote hard\rdblquote enough and ready enough; he eased up and as seemingly the boy cried into his pillow, the uncle stuffed him and began a long steady butt fuck.\page\tab Mandy\rquote s own asshole tightened. She heard and could see the man\rquote s balls swinging and flapping. She was both awed and appalled, along with a few other mixed emotions. Getting doinked by a MAN was--was beyond her comprehension. Only slightly could she fathom getting nailed by a by her age. It was all so--so\'85\par \tab She didn\rquote t know. Those two bastards at the cabin. Was any of that scene real? She couldn\rquote t really recall what it was like to be scrogged by the men, or even Lonnie, his brother, or those other boys.\par \par \tab Uncle Matt made a mighty thrust, a grunt came forth from him, a muffled grunt came from his son. Flesh slapped and sweated and there was orgasm. Matt continued straining, pumping hard and raising a ruckus as he did so; slapping and spanking Alvin\rquote s ass until the final out-cum.\par \tab The man rested, still buried to the hilt in the boy\rquote s ass.\par \tab\ldblquote There motherfucker, that wasn\rquote t so fucking bad, was it?\rdblquote spatted the man. His tone and mannerisms were NOT of the Uncle Matt Mandy knew. He looked the same, but was NOT the same.\par \tab He withdrew from the gooied up glory hole of the boy. The boy fell to his side, somewhat lashing out, kicking his father. \ldblquote Asshole!\rdblquote he yelled as he wept and rubbed his searing ass.\par \tab\ldblquote Keep it up, son, and you\rquote ll be SUCKING me again!\rdblquote\par \tab He got up and waggled his cum dripping dick. As he turned to walk out of the room, the butt fucked boy on the bed flipped him off. He was pissed, hurt, and vowed vengeance.\par \tab The man walked into a bathroom and washed his soiled schlong.\par \tab He was in the middle of it when in rushed another pre-teen child, a girl actually about eleven or so. She was shocked at the blatant nudity of the man, apparently her father. \par \tab The girl, Jenny, was not a cousin of Mandy\rquote s, not a member of the Uncle Matt she knew. \ldblquote I understand you were smoking with some girls at school.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote It wasn\rquote t me!\rdblquote she wailed, trying not to focus on her dad\rquote s dangling member. She continued her denial, her father reached for her and wrestled her into the bathroom. \ldblquote Git yer friggin ass in here!\rdblquote and slung her to the floor, placing her before the toilet. She wore a wool dress of green checkered with red and dark blue. It was yanked up and held in place while her purple panties were worked down.\page\tab Jenny tried to wrestle free but was commanded to place her hands on the toilet tank. Her bare ass was spanked HARD and her panties were at her knees. The girl\rquote s body pressed against the porcelain toilet--she endured being sodomized for several minutes; being spanked harshly as well.\par \tab The man \ldblquote finished\rdblquote . The girl sobbed and clung to the toilet. The man sat back on his heels, parting the girl\rquote s cheeks, squeezing them and plunging a finger into her fresh fucked asshole.\par \tab\ldblquote You son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote came a voice. The boy, Alvin. He was nude and carried a baseball bat. This was going to get interesting.\par \tab\ldblquote What the fuck you gonna do, boy? Huh?\rdblquote and the father stood up facing off with his young defiant son. \ldblquote You gonna hit me, motherfucker, or go outside with yer little pussy friends and play ball?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Leave us alone!\rdblquote shouted the boy and he made a swing.\par \tab It was a good effort, lame, but good. The boy\rquote s father was 6\rquote 2\rdblquote and 225 lbs. He worked in some very manual labor and caught the swing of the bat in his very beefy hand--and smacked the bat into the boy\rquote s face.\par \tab There was blood from the nose. Alvin stumbled back and fell into the hall. His father stepped out and laughed at the boy. \ldblquote Dumb ass son-of-a-bitch.\rdblquote he scoffed. At the end of the hall stood trembling in fear, wetting themselves. \ldblquote Git back in yer room!\rdblquote bellowed the man. He stepped over his nude son and made for the two kids.\par \tab\ldblquote NOOOOOOOO!\rdblquote screamed out the boy.\par \tab His father lashed out at the boy with a vicious kick. The boy struggled to breathe. While he gasped for breath, the man stood over the boy and urinated on him.\par \par \tab In the kids\rquote room the two frightened children hid under a bed.\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t fucking make me come in there after yer ass!\rdblquote yapped the man. Pee dripped from his cock, he seemed MUCH bigger than he had been and slammed the bedroom door open. He DID have to come in after the kids, dragging the girl out by her hair.\par \tab The young boy remained hidden.\par \tab The young girl had jeans on but her father thrashed her to her bed and began ripping her clothes off. When he had successfully had her naked, he had beaten her into submission. She lay dazed, crying and cringing; she both tried to open her legs as well as keep them closed. She was barely eight years of age.\par \tab Her father crawled on top of her and began his assault on her.\page\tab Suddenly, Alvin came flying in, yelling and screaming and swinging the bat madly. He managed to get one hit to his father. The bat was grabbed in mid swing air again and smacked to the boy\rquote s face. The man then simply picked his son up and flung him to a wall. The boy slid down in a slump barely breathing.\par \tab\ldblquote Your turn, bitch!\rdblquote the man said and began forcing himself into the hapless child.\par \tab\ldblquote WRONG, asshole!\rdblquote said a new voice.\par \tab The man looked about, \ldblquote What?\rdblquote and saw the bat in mid air, with no one apparently holding it. It smacked him upside the head. There then was an upswing to his balls. The man collapsed to the floor coughing, sputtering, and vomiting. The bat dropped and Mandy stared at the nude man. What had she done. HOW had she done it? Was there the possibility of \ldblquote interaction\rdblquote after all?\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }