{\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 26\par It\rquote s So Unbelievable I Believe It!\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \par Great Googly Boogly!\par \tab A great wave of nausea filled her, and she would have gone ahead and hurled had she the presence of mind to do so--along with the assurance that upon doing so she wouldn\rquote t get any of the barf anywhere on herself.\par \tab It was dark her new environment--but vastly different as opposed to the other times she had \ldblquote shifted.\rdblquote there was the strong sensation of movement. \par \tab Her mind raced until settling on the plain and simple fact that she was undoubtedly inside a vehicle. Since she had the ability to move freely, she was unrestrained and NOT in a car\rquote s trunk. That was a plus. The wave of nausea began to fade and THAT was good.\par \tab It was a little musty and smelled of--oil? Musty grungy rags, auto parts, etc., etc. It was a little comfortable--until she found she could stretch her legs out. Her vision began to clear and it was the bright of day. Something of a loud unpleasant noise came erupting into her ears. Country Music!\par \tab To her left and right there were windows--behind her, too. Heavily tinted. Her vision was absolutely clear and would take several more enduring minutes for that to happen. A great deal of confusion kept Mandy from deciphering much about her new situation. She was learning, though, just to deal with it. She still continued to strive to keep the nasty things that had plagued her and sought to destroy her at bay--deeply buried.\par \tab The back area of a truck. A Suburban-like vehicle, a short one. And it was OLD, too; in the rear of the vehicle there were indeed lose auto parts, an old tire, fishing poles, golf clubs, some sand, and other \ldblquote man things.\rdblquote \par \tab There were two regular one-person seat on each side of the vehicle, in the middle was a \ldblquote tire-seat\rdblquote ; one empty tire laying down with another attached to it someway to form a \ldblquote chair.\rdblquote In it was a teenage girl approx. 18 yrs young or so.\page\tab In the front two bucket seats were two men, the driver actually seemed to be in his teens himself, but was actually 22. The passenger male was some years older than that, in his 30s. They all were whipping down the road at a high rate of speed, highway traffic. Mandy had no idea WHERE they were, but they were moving along quickly.\par \tab The music was turned down some, a three-way convo came to be among the travelers, no one noticed Mandy. Mandy moved up from the rear cluttered area and took the empty bucket seat on the right. The teen girl in the tire seat was happy, cheerful, and dressed in a two-piece sweat suit outfit.\par \tab She was cute, short sassy blond hair, sassy looks that were fresh, good sized large apple-sized tits. The two in the front seemed to be whispering or making subtle their conversation. The girl fiddled with a drawstring on her sweat shirt top, yapped about something Mandy missed as she was interested in what the passenger was doing. The driver was curious, too; watching and shrugging in a manner of which was to convey: \lquote Okay, go ahead.\rquote\par \tab Suddenly inner mixed with the horrible sounds of redneck music there was a high pitched whine that ascended to an incredible pitch--went steady for a moment or so and then quickly ceased.\par \tab In the \ldblquote tire-seat\rdblquote the teenage girl seemed to have become strangely quiet and still--zombie-like. The passenger reached around, undoing his seat belt first and wriggled the girl\rquote s extended foot. No response from her. The man smiled. Thick semi-curly blond hair, in his mid 30s, hazel blue eyes, rough exterior features, a jade earring in his left lobe.\par \tab He ran his hand up the girl\rquote s leg. Still no response. He shot a look to his young friend who was still driving. He looked to see and couldn\rquote t believe what he was seeing--especially when the passenger came to the teenage girl, opened her legs and began fondling her pussy area.\par \tab\ldblquote Find a place to pull over. We\rquote ve got time.\rdblquote\par \tab The driver was sweating and hurriedly pulled off the freeway when it was safe and into a secluded area. They seemed to be traveling thru a mountainous pass.\par \tab The girl\rquote s sweat pants were coming down. She made no reaction whatsoever. The driver, Mike-23, was in total shock. In the man\rquote s hands was a small black box with dials and LED readouts and other things to make a \ldblquote contraption.\rdblquote The two looked around outside the grimy windows of the Blazer, making a security check.\page\tab Nothing but densely populated rustic hills, bright sunshine, and nothing more. The man, Rusty, tugged the sweats on down to the girl\rquote s ankles, opening her knees and leaning back enough to allow the gawking companion a grand looksee.\par \tab\ldblquote Sweet-son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote he said in glee.\par \tab The man said nothing.\par \tab Mike rubbed the heel of his hand to his fantastic bulge, sitting up so as he had to bend his head lest he bang it against the bare steel roof. \par \tab\ldblquote And she wont know nothing?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Not a thing!\rdblquote grinned the man, Rusty.\par \tab\ldblquote Before, during, OR after.\rdblquote he added.\par \tab Mike shook his head. Rusty slid his hands up the girl\rquote s legs to her thighs, then tugged his fingers to her panties. Lovely tight snug fitting undies; hi-cut, white with lavender flowers all over. Mike was stupefied; the girl--Anna, remained completely unphased--even after her lavender flowery panties were moved down to her ankles.\par \tab Mike\rquote s eyes bulged. The man, Rusty, scooted up to the girl\rquote s side, took her hand and placed it to his own bulge. He then massaged the girl\rquote s breasts, tugging up her sweat shirt. Mike at length finally moved and pulled the sweat shirt off.\par \tab\ldblquote We don\rquote t have a lot of time, the others are waiting, especially her mother.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, I know.\rdblquote said Rusty. Easily he plucked Anna\rquote s bra off and tilted her legs back to gander at her cunny and ass with her knees nearly touching her shoulders as she still sat in the tire-seat.\par \tab Mike pulled his jeans and underwear down and got with the program of hand humping. Rusty put the girl\rquote s legs down, looked out the windows for another security check, then lowered his own clothing. Anna\rquote s legs were parted wide and the man helped himself.\par \tab He firstly pressed the head of his manhood against the girl\rquote s cunny. Mandy couldn\rquote t tell if she were a virgin or not--not that it mattered as such as in the previous episodes Mandy had witnessed. Anna DID have a nice looking cunny, there \ldblquote were\rdblquote pouting lips, a furry semi trimmed bush. Mike held a leg back and watched his friend do his thing--all the while having a hand of Anna fondle his balls.\par \tab Slowly as if time meant nothing to him, the man Rusty slowly introduced his cock to Anna\rquote s pussy. There was a slight near noticeable shudder, but nothing more. Rusty slid himself in and slowly pumped.\page\tab A little more noticeable shuddering came from the girl as every inch of manhood slid into her body. Rusty\rquote s balls slapped up against her--her body as well as skidding across the tire she still sat in. The man pumped with dire determination; slowly at first and then speeding up to get his nut.\par \tab Mandy found herself friggin herself. Lightly she wondered why it was Nolan, James, Kiff, and Carrie could interact with her--but the new group could not?\par \tab She decided not to overly worry about it and watch the continuance of Anna\rquote s rape.\par \par \tab The Rusty character finished with a dramatic \ldblquote AH!\rdblquote and he blasted a gallon load of hot sticky cum into the deep recesses of the young girl\rquote s quim. He languished for a moment, still pumping as he \ldblquote cooled down.\rdblquote\par \tab He spent some time sucking on her naked tits and fully emptying his splooge into her. When done and he had sufficiently recovered enough he sat back some and rubbed the girl\rquote s cunny lips with his dick.\par \tab Mike was at the ready, holding off cumming.\par \tab Rusty eased himself away, his energy totally drained.\par \tab Mike took over.\par \tab He made no bones about it--er, didn\rquote t waste time and sank himself from the onset. Sloppy seconds, but he didn\rquote t care. Midway thru the fuck he maneuvered the girl enough so as the whole of her ass was up on the sidewall of the truck tire; then, with her legs pushed back the young man stuffed the young girl\rquote s asshole.\par \par ******\par \par \tab A small gaggle of peoples stood by a large wayside by a secondary road. Noonday sun, brisk breezy day, snow capped nearby mountains--all the telltale signs of a high desert atmosphere. \par \tab Mike and Rusty exited the vehicle (clothed) and popped open the hood of the Blazer--in an attempt to sway the gawking worried gathered throng that the reason for the tardiness was due to a mechanical failure.\par \tab The girl, Anna, also exited the vehicle--also clothed.\par \tab She seemed a little \ldblquote perplexed\rdblquote , but that goes without saying\'85\page\tab It was an archeological class association. The outing was a class project, or \ldblquote lab\rdblquote . There were a mix of adults as well as young teens and young adults. And after some faked doings under the hood and an assurance to the leader of the group/class, they were all on their way to a pre-destined destination.\par \tab Anna once more accompanied the boys in the Blazer.\par \par \tab The general premise of the class was examining old Indian ruins, paintings and drawings on rocks and so forth. The pursuit of which took the class in high desert areas, remote, and time consuming. At times the group split up to meet up at a different locale. Once more Anna was \ldblquote zapped\rdblquote into a coma-like stupor and stripped naked. Time was not so pressing as it had been before. Mike was totally whacked about Rusty\rquote s doings. He didn\rquote t linger on it and simply enjoyed the fruits of Rusty\rquote s debauchery.\par \tab They took turns shagging the unsuspecting girl, sampling her and filling her pussy and asshole with their love tools. They fucked her slow and fast, furiously and with determination. Spanking her and cumming off into her sweet cocksucking mouth--she knew how to give head.\par \tab Anna, though, was not the only girl to \ldblquote receive\rdblquote the fruits of Rusty\rquote s debauchery. Shannon Gelman was taken, too; along with Nancy Ta, Hanna Boles, and Wanda Nitsworth. Shannon was the oldest at 21, Nancy and Hanna were barely 20, Wanda just eighteen--like Anna. Nice girls, nice looking, mature, young, fuckable.\par \tab They were lined up against a great boulder. The rest of the class where \ldblquote elsewhere.\rdblquote Each girl had a few minutes to be dealt with. They were carefully undressed, slowly. Each girl was different from the other, Nancy Ta was Korean. The boys enjoyed each girl, taking their pants and panties down, pulling off their shirts and bras, then merrily having their way with them.\par \par \tab It was late evening when the class was fully assembled and on their way back, they stopped at a desert town for an evening meal. One of the adults, the mother of Anna, went out to her own Blazer for some reason--Rusty took the opportunity and zapped her, too! She was in her early 40s, he didn\rquote t care. She was still trim, not too big tittied, tall, and just as fuckable as her teenage daughter.\page\tab A personal secretary who also was in the class of the teacher got nailed by Rusty in the side-office of the teacher. Back on the campus days later, the teacher of the archeology class shared space with a sociology teacher and another science instructor. Their \ldblquote office\rdblquote was a narrow one, not more than eight feet wide, but spanned 40 feet long! There were filing cabinets and tables and all manners of archeology crap on the walls and floor and every nook & cranny possible.\par \tab A back office was specifically the teacher in question, it was here the personal secretary got nailed by Rusty. She was 40-something, really slenderly built, tall, and flirtatious. She was a divorcee, had a teenage daughter of her own. Rusty desired her. Greatly. Just before lunch time on the junior collage campus Rusty came in--specifically hunting for her.\par \tab The teacher was already gone and the personal secretary was doing last minute work on a copier machine. She was zapped quickly, Rusty knowing she was in the smaller square back room. She did not see him or was even aware of his presence.\par \tab She was in a summer flowery near silk-like dress. She was. Rusty easily eased it off of her, lowered her panties and bent her over the copying machine. He dwelled a moment or two tonguing her crack, spanking her to his whim before inserting his prong into her pussy.\par \par \tab Days later afterward--Rusty was having a beer with Mike. They were at Mike\rquote s house in the backyard by the pool. Mandy couldn\rquote t account for the lapse of time, there were gaps between \ldblquote events\rdblquote of debauchery shagging and that was all there was to it.\par \tab On their second beer someone came in to the living room of the house, they could be seen thru the sliding patio door. Two teen girls, approx. fifteen years young. Mike\rquote s sister was one. \par \tab Mike and Rusty had been discussing the Device that Rusty had, Mandy understood partially that it was an invention, a mind-controlling device; capturing Mind Waves from a Subject (victim) and manipulating them to the point of inducing a zombie-like state of being--thusly allowing for the defiling of their body.\par \tab Rusty stared at the girls. Mike did, too.\par \tab Though nothing was said, much was conveyed.\par \tab Mike went into the house via a side door to the kitchen. Rusty slipped in virtually unseen. The girls were busy yapping and chatting, they were caught totally unaware. Zap! Zap!\page\tab Right on the large green sofa that matched the green shag carpet Karen and Lisa were settled--and stripped down to the skin. Mike paused (before the undoing) as he was a little unsure about doing the naughty against his sister--even undressing her.\par \tab He had always wanted to, though. Mike and Karen had fooled around a little when they were younger--but they were six years different in ages--Mike had been ten when he first tried stuff with his sister, who then was merely four. Each year she got older he got bolder. When she was ten years herself she wise and ratted him out. He got the ass chewing of his life, he lost driving privileges and allowance and all sorts of trouble was he in. He vowed to get her back, somehow, someway, sometime.\par \tab The sum of which had finally come.\par \tab But there was hesitation.\par \tab Which was naturally and expected.\par \tab Rusty offered to switch \ldblquote bitches\rdblquote , but Mike shook his head--if anyone was going to defile his sister it would be him. He sized up the girl, brushed his fingers up against her face, then stared at her breasts. She wore a green tee shirt with PRINCESS emblazoned on it in glitter. She was a nice looking girl for fifteen, tall, slender, with long dark blond hair in permed curls.\par \tab Mike slowly with almost trembling fingers undone the girl\rquote s jeans and tugged them down--slowly. He stared at her in her blue cotton panties. He made a slow moan-groan. The jeans he took to her ankles, removed her shoes and slipped the clothes off.\par \tab Rusty had Karen\rquote s friend, Lisa, in her panties only by that time.\par \par \tab Subtle moans came from Karen as her brother plowed her delicate pussy. Mandy STILL could not see any deflowering. Mike had slowly entered the girl\rquote s pussy--this after finally sliding her panties off--this after slowly slipping off her shirt and bra. He had gazed upon her total nudity, drinking her in and becoming more and more hard.\par \tab His hardness finally went into her body, sinking fully all the way and pumping ever so slowly. His older friend, Rusty, had cum in Lisa and was dousing her pussy and his cock with a beer.\par \tab Karen\rquote s legs were pushed up and held back by Rusty while the girl\rquote s brother entered into the state of euphoria. He stepped up his usual slow pace of incest to a more quickened manner.\par \tab When done, the girl\rquote s cunny, too, was soaked in beer.\page\tab Both girls were minutely examined, fingered, spanked (on the pussy) and tongued. With beer soaked schlongs the girls were sodomized. Mike still doinking-defiling his sister firstly before switching off to Lisa.\par \tab An afternoon of serious fucking. Sodomy, oral, between the tits, and all around cock pleasing debauchery. The girls were set on one another in a 69er, they did not \ldblquote do anything\rdblquote like tongue one another--Rusty\rquote s Device was not that sophisticated enough to enable that facet of mind control.\par \par \tab The boys were resting, sitting naked at a breakfast table in the middle of the kitchen when the front door opened. In the living room was the naked Karen and Lisa, still zombiefied, naked, zonked out into oblivion, and naked. Covered in cum and beer, naked, drenched in sex sweat, and naked. In thru the front door waltzed the mother of Mike and Karen.\par \tab Rusty barely had time to duck and grab the handy-dandy nearby Device and zap the woman at the threshold. She hadn\rquote t seen another as the transition from the light of day to the semi-darkness of the house temporarily distorted her vision.\par \tab The boys got the woman inside and Rusty immediately began feeling her up. She was laden down with packages from a day of shopping after a brief stint at work. Mike locked the door and turned to see his mother\rquote s wine colored skirt being lifted up--and her motherly panties lowered.\par \tab He grew sweaty and unsteady--staring and watching his mother being undressed. Rusty paid the young man no attention, his attention was solely on the woman. And he undressed her totally just inside the front door area. Once fully nude he moved her to the living room and laid her over the overstuffed arm of the sofa--he began spanking her bare ass with his hard cock, standing off to one side as in offering to his young friend.\par \tab Mike was still sweating and unsteady. He came forth and stared at his mother\rquote s nakedness. \ldblquote You\rquote ve always wanted, too, huh?\rdblquote asked Rusty.\par \tab Mike didn\rquote t answer--he continued to sweat--but got tremendously hard.\par \par \tab The mother of Mike and Karen, Abby, groaned and moaned. Cum aplenty oozed out of her motherly cunt as her son pulled out and gawked at what he had done. Cum drenched her pussy as well as soiled the sofa arm. The boy stumbled back some on weak trembling knees. \ldblquote Good boy!\rdblquote Rusty commented. He then took his own turn and fucked the woman\rquote s asshole.\page\tab Mike seemed preoccupied with his sister\rquote s quim; primarily examining it. He stared at it longingly, parted the lips and licked it out, then held her legs open to gaze upon the teen snatch--before applying his prick and sinking himself into her for a good five minute fuck.\par \tab He did the same to Lisa. He was already fairly worn out by the time he got to Lisa again and couldn\rquote t achieve the ultimate-ultimate goal so desired--so he pushed the girl\rquote s legs way back, positioned her on her back on the rug by the fireplace--and stuffed her backdoor.\par \tab Rusty, meanwhile, had fun with the mother--repeatedly.\par \tab\par ****\par \par Sequence of Inequities\par \tab Rusty had other friends other than Mike--who was becoming a \ldblquote fast\rdblquote friend--he was eager to please and do anything for Rusty; Rusty needed help in keeping a vehicle up--Mike was mechanically inclined. Rusty was on the lookout for a van, to customize to his delight--er, design. \par \tab As stated, Rusty had other friends other than Mike. One in particular Rusty went to visit and Mandy found herself tagging along. Rusty had a home, a small quaint home in a non-descript neighborhood. He lived alone save for a rescued Greyhound and a tabby cat. There was a noisy cockatiel and an aquarium of fish.\par \tab The \ldblquote other\rdblquote friend didn\rquote t live too far away and it was evening type time when the visit took place. Mandy still could not account for \ldblquote time\rdblquote passing. She didn\rquote t feel overly \ldblquote involved\rdblquote , either--rather detached. It bothered her, she no longer felt the pangs of hungry, or felt anything tangible or otherwise. She didn\rquote t know if this meant anything or not. She hoped that it didn\rquote t. \par \tab She realized, too, that she was just there. She thought she may be ghost-like, floating about willy-nilly. She didn\rquote t feel as if she were traipsing about, walking or such. She never went to the bathroom--knowingly or otherwise.\par \tab At the other friend the house was--messy. Not unkempt, just highly cluttered. The wife of the friend was a loon. She was a scooch off kilter, but held a job in a national department store. She was big breasted, not overdone, but had twin 36Cs just the same. Red hair, too. Strange facial appearance, she wasn\rquote t ugly in any sense, had a high pitched voice and was kinda flighty.\page\tab There was a teenage daughter, she was thirteen. Her breasts were exploding and would match her mother\rquote s in years to come. Both were ultra skinny, lovely tight firm fannies. The girl had long luxurious flaming red hair. She wasn\rquote t as \ldblquote off\rdblquote as her mother, but not quite all there, either.\par \tab The daddy of the two loons was Rusty\rquote s friend.\par \tab They shared a commonality--porno.\par \tab Porno in the sense of DVDs, video, on the computer, and magazines.\par \tab The daddy, too, made no attempts to hide the blatant profane vulgarity, and somehow Mandy understood from Rusty that despite all the porno about the cluttered \ldblquote computer\rdblquote room, he had not done \ldblquote anything\rdblquote to his daughter. He shagged the shit out of his daughter\rquote s mother, but not her.\par \tab The desire to shag the daughter was there, though. Strongly. But he feared retribution and dared not tempt fate. He was a skinny fella himself, wiry, thin, and a \ldblquote know-it-all.\rdblquote he was an avid reader (of other books), was an ex-navy man, electronic specialist, and was a courier for some blueprint company.\par \tab They had some beer, perused the various porno sites on the friend\rquote s computer and chit-chatted for quite sometime. At length, though, Rusty whipped out the Device. The teenager girl made frequent interruptions, the two men were gouging themselves at all the lovely young poontang on the computer monitor, she saw and didn\rquote t care. There was outlandish chit-chat between father-and-daughter in regards to language and sex and positions!\par \tab The mother was heard to comment, \ldblquote You\rquote d better stay out of there, they\rquote re liable to start masturbating any moment!\rdblquote the girl made a return comment but it was unclear as to what she said--leastways Mandy missed it, the father and Rusty apparently heard and broke into fits of laughter.\par \tab Being an electronics whizzard, Robert (the friend) understood fairly well the Device-gadget Rusty showed him. It worked off of the concept of capturing brain waves and thusly manipulating them to the operator/possessor\rquote s will.\par \tab\ldblquote Care for a show?\rdblquote of proof, Rusty inquired.\par \tab The thought of narly was deeply conveyed to Robert. He took only a moment to consider, to reconsider, then he nodded his head, \ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote\par \par \tab Both Angela and her mother came to the door upon the Man of the House\rquote s calling. It was the last thing they knew for sure. Both stood motionless and E-motionless. The Device was working.\par \tab\ldblquote Well?\rdblquote asked Rusty.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote returned Robert.\page\tab\ldblquote What would you like for me to have them do?\rdblquote\par \tab Robert was not fully one hundred percent convinced. \par \tab\ldblquote Uhm--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Take their tops off?\rdblquote Rusty threw out.\par \tab Robert raised his brows and broke out in a broad shit eating grin.\par \tab Angela-13 and Mary-36 entered into the cluttered computer/den room and removed their tops. This was not overly an uncommon thing--the girls many times pranced about the house in their bras. Mary went about in her panties a few times, daughter Angela did so as well--usually and normally in the summer--briefly.\par \tab\ldblquote She ever see you naked?\rdblquote Rusty asked off-the-cuff.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, but it\rquote s been awhile ago.\rdblquote drawled Robert. He gouged his bulging bulge, staring at his daughter in her bra.\par \tab Rusty worked the Device and continued his manipulation.\par \tab Angela undone her bra and let it fall. Mary did likewise follow.\par \tab Robert\rquote s mouth fell open wide. \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he said aloud.\par \tab Rusty continued; Angela undone her semi-tight jeans and down they went to her knees. Purple panties she wore, snug tight, with green dragons on them in flight. \par \tab A low moan fell from Robert\rquote s lips. The desire had increased exponentially and he was in angst over his lurid thoughts.\par \tab Angela stepped up closer to her dad, Rusty checked her rear while her dad focused on her front. Robert was drooling--in both places. \par \tab\ldblquote You never did anything (to her?)\rdblquote \par \tab Robert shook his head, he had bathed her as a child and got away merrily finger banging her then, but not since after her being a toddler.\par \tab Rusty manipulated the Device more, \lquote Take Your Panties Down\rquote Mandy say on a bright lit LED digital screen. A green icon button was illuminated SEND. Rusty pressed it and 2-seconds later Angela was sliding her panties down to her knees.\par \tab She stood back up straight and her father was sweating profusely.\par \tab\ldblquote You wanna fuck her?\rdblquote \par \tab Robert grew kinda pale--he shook his head wiping the sweat from his face. He couldn\rquote t. he wanted too, sure, but he couldn\rquote t--he shouldn\rquote t, mostly he couldn\rquote t.\par \tab Rusty smiled and shrugged, \ldblquote Well,\rdblquote he drawled, \ldblquote how about a blowjob?\rdblquote\par \tab Robert looked to his friend a bit confused, Rusty shook HIS head, \ldblquote No, dumbass--(not from me)--from HER!\rdblquote indicating Angela.\par \tab Robert griped his computer chair with one hand and the back of his daughter\rquote s head with the other. His ass was precariously perched at he edge of the seat, his legs opened wide and several inches of his manhood buried into Angela\rquote s teenage mouth. He was in heaven!\par \tab Angela, it seemed, apparently knew the intricate doings of \lquote giving head.\rquote She worked her daddy\rquote s dong expertly, holding it at the base and masturbating it while she sucked. Robert was endowed, 7 \'bd inches of schlong--and it was THICK, too! \par \tab Angela made strange slurping sounds as she gobbled, her father made strange moaning-groaning sounds!\par \tab Rusty smoothed his hand over the girl\rquote s bare ass, parting the cheeks and noting her glory hole and poon. He smiled devilishly and Mandy detected that he had made some sort of discovery. What was not known. He kept it to himself. The mother remained topless, Rusty rendered her totally nude and then place her on her knees. He stripped off all of his clothes and stuffed the woman\rquote s mouth. He got the head nod \ldblquote okay\rdblquote from friend Robert--but not like Rusty needed his okay\'85\par \tab After his cock was mightily hard and stiff--Rusty turned it to Angela\rquote s ass. He firstly humped the cheeks, spanked it, poked the hole, ran his cock up and down her \ldblquote gash\rdblquote and then made entry into her.\par \tab\ldblquote She aint a virgin, homey!\rdblquote declared Rusty. He sank his average cock into the girl\rquote s cunt and fucked her. Robert continued to get his blowjob and didn\rquote t care that his daughter was a slut.\par \par \tab The sweat streamed off of Robert\rquote s face like rivers. His facial expression was that of a dog at the point of ultimate nut-up--of which Robert was indeed himself in the midst of. The sensation was more incredible than ever he could have imagined. His eyes fluttered, mouth quivered, and cock came.\par \tab His cock came DEEP within his daughter\rquote s quim. He achieved the desired desire and reeled in the afterward. His cock still embedded DEEP with his child\rquote s cunt, still cumming.\par \tab Rusty had gotten sucked off by Mary, he had previously creamed in Angela\rquote s asshole--then stuffed her mother. Robert hadn\rquote t cum in his daughter\rquote s mouth, his need was greater and his desire more pressing--he wanted more than a simple cock suck. Rusty made the appropriate manipulations and Angela stepped out of her clothes and sat on her father\rquote s lap. \page\tab They soon moved to the floor whereas Robert than was able to fully insert his massive manhood into his sweet child he thought was surely a virgin. He figured he knew who was pegging her. He wasn\rquote t miffed, not anymore--so long as he would get a \ldblquote piece\rdblquote of her now and then, too.\par \tab After the sexual apex had been achieved, there was severe plummet. Robert withdrew from Angela and leaned against his desk--his huge near horse dick still spurting liquid love. Cum oozed out of Angela\rquote s well fucked cunny, too.\par \tab Mary received a dual fucking, her hubby up her ass and Rusty plowing her snatch. Rusty didn\rquote t like her fiery red cunt, too hairy. The less hair, or none, the better. He himself didn\rquote t have any pubes on his balls. The men shaved Mary\rquote s twat, they also delighted in cleanly shaving Angela\rquote s, as well.\par \tab Rusty went home in the wee early morning hours, after hours of fucking Angela and her mother--in every hole repeatedly. Robert took over the Device, with Rusty\rquote s permission, and dinked with--hoping to understand it (so as to create one of his own) and perhaps make some enhancements.\par \tab Mandy recalled being at Rusty\rquote s house. It was not a well lit home, the man liked darkness--even in the middle of a bright day. He also pranced about his home butt bare assed naked. He went out into his mostly secluded backyard naked. \par \tab There was another unaccountable passage of time. Mandy didn\rquote t understand it or if it meant something. Her last recollection was that it was the \ldblquote wee hours of morning.\rdblquote Rusty stripped naked, peed, fell into his bed and slept till noon. Mandy couldn\rquote t account for the \ldblquote sleeping till noon\rdblquote hours, either. The man fell to his bed and she recalled watching him, she DID feel that she herself was tired, or sleepy. Then; the next thing she knew was Rusty was stirring and it was bright day out his darkened windows.\par \tab Rusty showered, fixed himself some lunch, opened the front door still naked and got the paper and his mail. Kids were out along the sidewalk playing, riding their bikes here and there--neighbors watering their lawns, etc. No one made one iota of fuzz at Rusty\rquote s blatant nudity. \par \tab Once in the house he dressed and left.\par \tab Mandy didn\rquote t go along.\par \tab She didn\rquote t know if she couldn\rquote t or wasn\rquote t interested or what. She saw him put on his cast off clothes then went out the kitchen door into the garage where his car was parked, then he was gone. Mandy saw the dog and cat, they were looking at her, too. \page\tab Time elapsed, Mandy found herself in a living room chair. The hour was late. Rusty finally showed, he had packages from several different stores. No groceries. The packages were carried into a backroom that was something of a laboratory. Tables and junk were strewn all about haphazard-like, nothing in the chemical mad scientist range--more (or less) in the homebody nut creating electronic gizmos and such.\par \tab It was 6:45PM when Rusty set about doing whatever it was he was doing. Mandy couldn\rquote t place \ldblquote where\rdblquote she was, was she hovering, standing, sitting, sitting in a chair or on a table--she was just there. She wasn\rquote t too interested in what he was doing and assumed she closed her eyes for some sleep.\par \par \tab How long she had had her eyes closed she didn\rquote t know, something awoke her--a loud noise of some sort. Rusty was no longer in the room and the light was out. Not in the hallway or bathroom, OR bedroom. Not in the living room or kitchen.\par \tab He was in the garage.\par \tab Tinkering with something else and then something caught his attention. Quickly he switched off the light and stood still a moment. Mandy\rquote s eyes didn\rquote t need the necessary time allotment to \ldblquote readjust\rdblquote , as soon as the light was out she could see equally as well as she had, perhaps better. Everything was more clear, sharper. It was not \ldblquote illuminated\rquote in any way, a distinctive \ldblquote grayness\rdblquote was about the color scheme, with a tinge of \ldblquote blue\rdblquote , too.\par \tab Slowly ever so slowly Rusty moved to a side door of the garage. It had a small window. Very-very carefully he opened the side door and eased out. Mandy knew not how she was traveling, she thought that she was \ldblquote hovering\rdblquote or lingering by the kitchen door, then--nextly she was out beside the creepy-creeping Rusty.\par \tab A small narrow yard was by the garage, locked fenced gates at each end. The garage wall on the left, a huge brick wall covered/concealed by ivy on the right. Despite that, Rusty\rquote s attention had been drawn to something.\par \tab The \ldblquote wall\rdblquote was not entirely intact; however, Rusty parted some of the ivy and \ldblquote stepped\rdblquote thru the wall. He was now in his neighbor\rquote s narrow side yard. There was only one locked gate here, the one from the front yard. Rusty moved silently and ever so stealthfully to the end of the house with stucco walls. \page\tab There was a large wooden playhouse the center of attention for Rusty. Creeping down he stole across the few open feet to the side of said house. There was a pool in the backyard, along with a garden house, pool shed, and another small wooden building for some other purpose in house support. The yard was kinda cluttered with toys, boys and girls toys. It was a two story home, BIG. It was dark and quiet, too.\par \tab It didn\rquote t mean no one was home--not in the main house\'85\par \tab Mandy found herself right up beside Rusty, peering in thru a small back window of the playhouse. The playhouse was one of those \ldblquote constructed\rdblquote homes, made of wood and expertly assembled. The windows had curtains but the back window was partially opened and the dark colored curtain there gave way enough so as to allow Peeping Tom\rquote s (and Tomasina\rquote s) ample view.\par \tab Inside the playhouse were small furniture pieces. There were two peoples here, young peoples. Young teen peoples. A girl and a boy. They were very giddy and hushing one another--fearful of being \ldblquote caught.\rdblquote Mandy at first thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend and one of them lived in the house, the other was a \ldblquote guest\rdblquote snuck in while the parents of the house were out.\par \tab Not quite.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on,\rdblquote cooed the boy, \ldblquote they\rquote re gonna be gone for hours!\rdblquote\par \tab The girl was still apprehensive. She seemed serious and peeked out a side window. The boy fondled her ass. The girl whirled on him with a slight glare, the boy reared back. The girl grinned.\par \tab The boy needed a haircut. He needed a shampoo and a comb thru the ragged mop of dark colored hair. He was 5\rquote 7 or so, thinly built but rugged and wore a black tee-shirt with words of some heavy metal group on the front. He smiled and chuckled nicely then unzipped his kinda grungy jeans and pulled out his penis. \par \tab It was already quite hard and he stroked it lovingly.\par \tab The girl was all eyes on the naked bone, grinning and almost blushing, but in the gray-blue atmosphere Mandy couldn\rquote t tell. The girl DID reach out for the cock and stroke it. \ldblquote Come on, Sam, suck it!\rdblquote urged the boy. \ldblquote Please!\rdblquote he further begged.\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t want you to do that stuff in my mouth!\rdblquote she warned--and leaned in to indeed \ldblquote suck it.\rdblquote\page\tab Inasmuch as Angela had apparently been an \ldblquote expert\rdblquote at the delightful deed, so was the current girl, \ldblquote Sam.\rdblquote Samantha held the boy\rquote s dick at the base, squeezing it tight as she swallowed him wholly. Mandy felt her pussy tingling.\par \tab The girl didn\rquote t suck long, she pulled back smacking her lips, giggling and being silly. She bit on her lip and then checked the window. \ldblquote We\rquote re gonna get caught.\rdblquote she drawled dryly.\par \tab The boy rolled his eyes, \ldblquote No way!\rdblquote he gripped his penis and waggled it before her. \ldblquote Come on, take your pants down.\rdblquote he grinned eagerly.\par \tab The girl drew a little serious, she was still giddy but concern hung in the background. \ldblquote Please, Samantha?\rdblquote the boy begged. The girl continued to have reservations, but her fingers DID move to her jeans. She took one more look out thru the slit in the curtain.\par \par \tab Sam took her jeans just to mid thigh. She pulled up her shirt and the boy went to his knees. He himself slid the girl\rquote s jeans on down to her ankles and then went up to begin tugging down her panties.\par \tab\ldblquote If mom or dad catches us we\rquote re dead!\rdblquote Samantha told him.\par \tab The boy shined it on and lowered his sister\rquote s undies.\par \tab She parted her legs and the boy went down on her. She got into it and enjoyed being eaten out--even if it WAS her brother. The boy\rquote s hand went up and down his sister naked thighs, he groaned and made other sexual incestuously pleasing sounds. \par \tab Soon, though, he would not be denied the ultimate and moved up her body. Samantha undone her shirt and unhooked her bra releasing her young tender small \ldblquote B\rdblquote cup titties. Adam latched onto one as he sank his cock into her crevice.\par \tab His own pants and underwear were just to his ass crease. Mandy eyed it, viewed, and wanted to spank it. She could see his balls swinging madly as he pumped and it was almost like as if though she was right there behind! She couldn\rquote t figure it! She saw, too, that she was beside hovering close by Rusty--who was still peeking in thru the window.\par \tab Samantha worked her jeans and panties off and opened her legs wider. Her hands went to her brother\rquote s backside and roamed about as they made illicit love. Adam sucked on his sister\rquote s titties and then was in her mouth!\par \tab Their illicit union continued for several minutes--until car lights pierced the darkness and a car pulled up in the drive. The girl freaked but the boy was getting his nut no matter what.\par \tab\ldblquote They don\rquote t know we\rquote re here!\rdblquote the boy tried to calm his hysterical sibling. She was barely thirteen, he was fourteen for two months. He was getting his nut no matter what. The girl somewhat was the same, horny and wanted to achieve orgasm just as much as Adam, but their parents had come home (early) and it was dangerous.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m going to cum!\rdblquote almost shouted the boy.\par \tab\ldblquote Not in me!\rdblquote cried out the girl. \ldblquote Take it out! Take it out!\rdblquote \par \tab Somehow the boy managed to do just that and spill his seed all over his sister\rquote s lightly furry quim. He grabbed one of her legs and pushed it back and with his cock still somewhat hard (enough) tried stuffing it up her asshole.\par \tab\ldblquote You cant get pregnant this way!\rdblquote\par \tab Samantha made vocal noises unknown and mostly garbled. Her determined brother stuffed her asshole and finished cumming off. She herself masturbated her inflamed cunny to satisfy herself. She then scrambled to pull up her clothes and put herself back together. Adam stood and simply pulled his clothes up--leaving his limp cum dripping cock out. He pressed it against Samantha\rquote s head trying to Skull Fuck her.\par \tab She was not in the mood. \ldblquote Stop it!\rdblquote she bitch.\par \tab\ldblquote Aw, fuck, Sam, come on!\rdblquote he bitched back. \ldblquote They\rquote re in the house, they don\rquote t know we\rquote re here, or even home!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why\rquote d they come back for anyways?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Who the fuck cares?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You better stop cussing.\rdblquote declared his sister. The boy gave her a face and he pushed his penis back insider his pants.\par \tab Just then the car\rquote s doors slammed--one/two, the lights came back on and the car pulled away.\par \tab\ldblquote HA!\rdblquote the boy cried out, \ldblquote They just forgot something!\rdblquote\par \tab Samantha turned on the so-so loveseat and peered secretly out the small playhouse window. \ldblquote I guess so.\rdblquote she said lowly.\par \tab Her brother came up behind her, wrapping his arms about her, patting her stomach and then copping a feel of her breasts.\par \tab Then, without a word, went to undoing her jeans and taking them down\'85\par \par \tab Mandy noted that Rusty had left. She didn\rquote t know when he had left, but he was gone regardless. Mandy still was poised behind the horndog, he was fully nude and had rendered his sister equally so. \page\tab Samantha remained on the loveseat, peering cautiously out the window--all the while her horndog brother doinked her from behind. The boy poked and prodded into her semi-tight asshole, sank himself fully into her crap chute and pumped madly--balls slapping against skin breaking the only silence in the playhouse.\par \tab A couple of times he pulled out and smacked his cock against the girl\rquote s ass, dragged it up and down her cunny and then returned to butt fucking.\par \tab Samantha made no noises--she frigged her pussy, tweaked a nipple, and reached behind her to grip her brother\rquote s smooth ass. She bit her lip and endured the hellacious sodomy.\par \tab When done and done, Adam made a mighty moan of ultimate satisfaction, farted, and pulled his wanker out of his sister corn chute. He cussed big and rubbed his dying prong all over her flesh.\par \tab Sam, too, had cum, frigged herself to orgasm while being boned in the butt. She sucked on her fingers and then offered them to her brother. He licked them, sucked them; then Sam turned about on her own and with a little help from her horny-horny naughty-naughty brother. He went down on her, parting her \ldblquote lips\rdblquote and licking her clean.\par \tab\ldblquote Whew!\rdblquote the boy said at last, he wiped his brow and stood up fondling his balls. His cock was at half strength. He then grinned, farted, and Sam looked to him, \ldblquote What? Again?\rdblquote\par \tab Surprisingly, no. The boy opened the door and dashed out and made for the pool.\par \tab\ldblquote ADAM!\rdblquote his sister cried out, she poked her head out the playhouse door--looking down the side yard to the drive.\par \tab Adam paid her no mind and barrel jumped into the pool.\par \tab There were no pool lights, no lights at all in the backyard area.\par \tab All was dark and serene.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, sis!\rdblquote\par \tab Samantha sighed, \lquote Fucking idiot!\rquote she said. \lquote We\rquote re gonna fucking get caught!\rquote but despite that--Samantha sneaked her way along to the poolside and dove in.\par \tab Mandy watched them for a while longer. The two sibs made love underwater, on the steps leading into the pool, on the diving board, on the deck\'85\page ****\par \par Hmmm, never saw THAT cumming\'85\par \tab It was night--then day. Mandy recalled seeing the brother and sister fucking on the pool deck, then there was something of finding her way back to Rusty\rquote s house. The blue-gray atmosphere she saw was still present, but seemingly darkening for some unexplained reason.\par \tab She was then suddenly IN Rusty\rquote s abode. That was it, though. The next instant Rusty was coming down the hall, butt naked, towel drying his hair--and it was bright day outside!\par \tab It was actually early morning.\par \tab Rusty began making some breakfast, scratching his butt, farting, fondling his balls, and etc. Mandy had time (she hoped and/or thought) to contemplate. Her next move, her next pursuit, decision, whatever. She felt as if though she lacked direction. Where was she going? Or was there really no end to what was happening? (hmmmm)\par \tab After breakfast Rusty returned to his bedroom, dressed, and left the house. Did he have a job? Mandy hung out at the house, she believed that she napped. She also believed that she took a shower, but couldn\rquote t really be sure. She watched some television but wasn\rquote t clear on what it was that she watched.\par \tab How much time passed Mandy didn\rquote t know, or couldn\rquote t account for. She wandered out of the house to take a look around. It was a pleasant neighborhood, moderate-medium income level family homes. She made a turn to go back into the house and\'85\par \par \tab A very strange feeling swept over her--the unpleasantness of nausea swelling all over her. She heaved and retched and the feeling slipped away, leaving her only with that equally unpleasant feeling of being flushed.\par \tab Rusty\rquote s house was no longer before her--the great elm from the front yard, the paved driveway to the garage--none of that. It was kinda gloomy, dank, dark, and all those things associated with someplace dreary.\par \tab But then there was light--and noise. Lots of light, and lots of noise.\par \tab A door rolled up, a wide-wide noisy-noisy door and bright-bright daylight poured into a large-large room. It was a warehouse and a noisy-noisy forklift came roaring in. Rusty was operating the forklift.\par \tab Mandy watched him for a while go about the business of semi-manual hard labor. She would have thought that someone with a Device as such as he had--such tasks were no longer necessary.\page\tab After a time Rusty turned the forklift duties over to someone else, collected a clipboard and apparently began taking \ldblquote inventory\rdblquote of the warehouse shelves--which to Mandy seemed to be various implements for the supply of oilfield operations. Valves of every sort-type-&-size. Pipes, elbows, collars, gaskets, pipes of various lengths and diameters, and so on.\par \tab Rusty moved further back into the vastness of the great warehouse.\par \tab The forklift did not follow but worked a large lot out beyond the warehouse. The warehouse remained semi quiet and still. There were warehouse windows way up high by all the piping and ductwork--it did little to provide ample lighting on the floor. There was still, though, sufficient light to see by. \par \tab There were some doors about, regular pass-thru-doors. One such strange orange door opened and out walked a woman. A short tight black knit mini skirt, a tight multi colored polka dotted top, short sassy blond hair with streaks, large gold hoops, size \ldblquote B\rdblquote hooters. She was just at 5\rquote 5\rdblquote at average weight. Slim and trim. She, too, carried a clipboard and perused an aisle just opposite Rusty.\par \tab Rusty dropped down to peer at her as she took down some pertinent information. He licked his lips and watched her--watched her--then zapped her. He wasted no time and darted around the end of the aisle he was in and to the stunned 20-something year old. He came up to her, waved his hand before her face, clicked his fingers in front of her eyes and then gave a squeeze to both the Twins.\par \tab Happy that the woman was indeed \ldblquote zapped\rdblquote to his satisfaction he squeezed her breasts harder, the gently tugged the middle of the revealing top down, exposing said titties. Rusty the Ultimate Horndog smiled, hooked the bra and tugged it to fully give expose to the gal\rquote s delicious delights.\par \tab He then stood askew of the woman and raised her nicely snug fitting skirt. He seemed to dwell an inordinate amount of time--before tugging down the undies. \ldblquote Gail\rdblquote was turned about and bent over a wooden crate containing 102 45-degree angled 12-inch diameter schedule 40 pipe elbows. Her panties were taken down and then off. The tight black knit skirt was simple pushed up over her waist and her stance spread out. Rusty whipped out his schlong and began kissing it to Gail\rquote s ass area.\par \tab Soon there was penetration. Rusty pulled the young woman\rquote s cheeks open and began stuffing her backdoor with his mightily hard prong. With hands on her hips he was in for the duration.\par \tab Gail wasn\rquote t his only \ldblquote conquest\rdblquote for the day. He had just begun.\page\tab After his \ldblquote thrill\rdblquote with Gail, pumping off into her asshole and then taking her on a lift to the top shelf which was the fourth and final shelf up from the floor. Up among cumbersome ball valves and other heavy oilfield pipe equipment Gail was laid out and rendered naked. \par \tab Again, Mandy knew that she had been on the ground, the cement floor. She had seen Rusty escorting the freshly butt fucked Gail to an aisle product gathering forklift and take her up to the forth level. Then, Mandy found herself somehow up level with Rusty as he noshed on the young woman\rquote s pussy. Was she floating? Deeply she was confused. \par \tab Rusty noshed and noshed. When he had had his fill he crawled up between her legs and eased into her sopping wet pussy his cock. Slowly and effortlessly he fucked the young woman, sucking on her titties and giving Gail a good fucking.\par \tab When done, he gave Gail a titty fuck and drenched her throat, mouth, chest, face with loads and loads of hot sticky man spunk. Gail made no indication whatsoever of being aware.\par \par \tab After the Gail incident Rusty went upstairs in an office setting. Gail he redressed and returned her to the last place she had been, minus her panties. He himself went into a bathroom and cleaned himself up. After that Mandy lost him, unaccounted time came again and it was late in the day before suddenly she saw him again, in a new setting. The warehouse could be seen out the huge plate glass windows and they were up some eight stories or so.\par \tab Cubicles were everywhere. Closed regular offices, meeting/conference rooms, store rooms, bathrooms. There were a lot of peoples about, however--not for the amount of cubicle \ldblquote offices\rdblquote present. There was Rusty, in a private one-on-one convo with a chubby man in his early 30s. Nearby was a tall slender woman looking out one of the windows. Straight posture, well dressed in a beige silk blouse, medium breasts, gray dress slacks. \par \tab Casually Rusty and the fellow he was speaking with gave the woman a look, or two. Mandy guesstimated her as from the Midwest, Indiana. She didn\rquote t know why she thought that--she just did. A long narrow face, very serious, very well educated; unmarried and liked jewelry (that was not cheap.)\page\tab Suddenly, the woman seemed to become still. More \ldblquote still\rdblquote than she had been. Mandy watched as the two men slipped up close to her and the man in a dress shirt and tie and 25 pounds overweight or so brushed his hand against her ultra skinny ass.\par \tab The woman made no adverse reactions--like tossing the hefty ass grabber out the window. Chubby looked around for security\rquote s sake and did it again--brushed his hand against her ass and then grabbed it--squeezing the flesh inside the gray slacks.\par \tab He seemed amazed that he was NOT being tossed out the window.\par \tab\ldblquote\rquote oddamn, it DOES work!\rdblquote \par \tab\ldblquote Told ya.\rdblquote replied Rusty. He turned and sat on the small sill of the great window. He reached for and got Millicent\rquote s left tit; he gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled big.\par \tab Chubby Chuck continued squeezing the co-worker\rquote s ass, sweating and still reeling in disbelief. They all three eventually moved to cubicle office of Millie\rquote s, and it was here that Chubby Chuck nearly lost all composure as down came Millicent\rquote s slacks.\par \tab Purple panties. Hi-cut. Very snug, a nice mound, firm fleshy ass.\par \tab Chuck made some noise, unclear gruntings from a prehistoric era of man. He took in the co-worker, drooling and drinking her in and very nearly melting right there on the spot.\par \tab The Neolithic gruntings segued to long mournful-like moans as her simple dress shirt-type blouse came away, followed by her matching purple uplifting bra. Nice-nice superior breasts, firm and supple and perfectly shaped. \par \tab Chuck could scarcely breathe. A small wet spot had appeared on his tan trousers. He was in personal anguish if not agony. But there was a bit more to come. \par \tab The purple panties were slid down--slowly-slowly very slowly.\par \tab Chuck was near out of his mind. His mouth hung open staring at the nearly-very nearly nude co-worker. \par \tab\ldblquote You wanna do her or just look at her?\rdblquote commented almost dryly Rusty.\par \tab Chuck licked his lips. He looked to his friend, \lquote Can I?\rquote on his face.\par \tab Rusty smiled and nodded.\par \tab Chuck cracked his neck and took a step, suddenly realizing the slight \ldblquote mess\rdblquote he had in his underwear. Millie was rendered completely nude. Her clothes on her chair, her naked ass on her desk. Her legs open she awaited her shy pudgy lover.\par \tab Rusty amused himself by digging into a filing cabinet of his friend--while said friend amused himself by digging his cock into his co-worker. Mandy determined that there was something up, Rusty was pilfering some \ldblquote files\rdblquote from the filing cabinet, why and to what end she didn\rquote t know.\par \tab She didn\rquote t care, either.\par \tab She watched chubby Chuck fuck Millicent. He got his nut (and then some), sucked on her titties and banged her for several enduring minutes. He languished in what he had done and nearly fell to the floor when the apex of his orgasm had come and gone.\par \tab He sat on her clothes in her chair, pulling her panties out from under him he admired the purple undies, sniffed the crotch then wrapped the garment about his swollen pecker and masturbated. Millie laid out on her desk--jiz still oozing from her pussy.\par \tab Rusty returned, hidden files in his shirt.\par \tab He took a turn with Millicent himself, boffing her in the mouth and then turning her over and positioning her on the desk, parting her ass and sodomizing her to his delight!\par \par ****\par \par Ethics-schmethics!\tab\par \tab How much time exactly elapsed from one segment to the next was not known. It annoyed her to know end. She had no concept of \ldblquote time\rdblquote , the day or month or season or anything. Time was absolutely meaningless!\par \tab After the debacle with Chuck and Millie, Mandy could not account for the next segment--had a day passed? A month? An hour? A year? It was certainly conceivable. She figured actually a day, or so. They were at a new place, a church.\par \tab She couldn\rquote t figure WHY a church, Rusty was certainly not the Church going type person. Nor was Mandy. She had only gone (in her other life) \lquote cause her friends went, cute non-gay boys were there, it was a social thing, and her parents made her.\par \tab Rusty stood at the great doors of the Church, it was a Catholic church. Lots of ornate architecture and design. Once Rusty went down the steps--but at the last of the cement step he stopped, paused, and then bounded back UP the steps and into the Church.\par \tab It was kinda dark inside, electrical candelabra strategically placed provided the only illumination. It was a non-church attendance day so the interior of the Church was mostly vacant. Mostly but not quite.\page\tab What was Rusty up to?\par \tab Mandy lingered about almost listlessly. Something about the Church bothered her. She figured part of the \ldblquote why fore\rdblquote and hoped Rusty\rquote s visit wouldn\rquote t be a long one.\par \tab Mandy didn\rquote t know much about the Catholics. They fucked a lot and used no protection to prevent pregnancy. They were okay with rearranging parts of the bible and adding their own decorum, they worshipped idols, had lots and lots of real estate, and had confessionals.\par \tab Rusty lingered outside one of the confessional booths and then entered. Mandy moved herself to get closer to see/hear what he might be confessing.\par \tab No soap.\par \tab She was distracted by others wandering into the nave, a small group of boys and a couple of girls all in alter clothing practiced doing some Catholic ritual involving candles.\par \tab Suddenly the door of the confessional opened and both Rusty and a priest emerged. The priest was a tall fart, bald headed, small eyes of no distinctive color--well, none that Mandy could tell of. The two men shook hands and Rusty spoke in whispers.\par \tab Rusty and the Priest made a slight once-over looksee at who was about in the Sanctuary. Rusty looked to the Priest, the 40-something man in priestly attire waited with awe and concern--if not wonderment.\par \tab Suddenly, a woman in red came waltzing up. She had come in and sat on the far side of the main aisle. Red tight dress, red pumps, red hat. Red jewelry, lips, and fingernails. She looked to be in her mid 30s, professional or was well supported--or had a rich daddy.\par \tab Anyways, she sauntered to the two men and stood still.\par \tab Father Malley waited. But he didn\rquote t have to wait long, Rusty reached out and calmly \ldblquote fondled\rdblquote one of Red\rquote s breasts.\par \tab The woman didn\rquote t freak or scream, slap, or anything.\par \tab Rusty moved his hand up and down the woman\rquote s body, squeezing some ass flesh, brushing his hand against her face and squeezing the other breast. Father Malley began to sweat. His moth fell open and he was most perplexed.\par \tab He was something else, too.\par \tab (can we say HORNY) I thought you could\'85\page\tab Down the aisle of the confessionals to a side aisle set apart from the main room which was a hallway to private and personal offices. Red followed close behind. Father Malley leading the way, trembling and totally blitzed by it all. But it was only the beginning. \par \tab As with Millicent, \ldblquote Red\rdblquote was rendered butt bare assed naked in a matter of minutes in Father Malley\rquote s private office. To say the least the tall almost pudgy man was delighted. He gleamed. He was amazed to be quite sure, but delighted just the same.\par \tab And once nude, and Red all spread out on his desk, the goodly supposedly godly priest stepped up to the woman and preformed a unique manner of exorcism--via osmosis!\par \tab Malley was a little embarrassed with Rusty\rquote s presence, Rusty made himself scarce. Mandy lingered a moment longer--watching as the man of god dropped his black trousers and inserted his religious icon into Red\rquote s crevice. He fucked and fucked well.\par \tab Mandy moved on, locating Rusty who had located another ungodly man of god; doing what most Catholic priests were best known for; a young boy approx. ten years was alone with the man, in a private office of his own. He had just helped the youngster out of his clothes. The priest looked the boy up and down, drinking him in with severe lust. \par \tab The boy was drawn into the priest, the man was sitting in a plain ordinary chair. HE was still dressed in common priestly clothing. He hugged the boy and caressed his backside--before taking his hands down to the boy\rquote s bare ass and squeezing. The boy seemed a little apprehensive and not so willing a participant in the ordeal. He didn\rquote t have much choice, though. He was well fondled and then his young pecker was manhandled.\par \tab When the lad\rquote s penis had finally stiffened (enough), the man went down on the boy sucking him. The boy choked back some errant tears and held his sobbing. He made mixed faces of pleasure and fright, disgust and \ldblquote oooooh, that was good!\rdblquote\par \tab The priest sucked for several minutes. The boy went thru many orgasmic states of being before he finally began to get into the groove and pump into his priest\rquote s mouth.\par \tab The man set up smiling, he continued to please the boy fondling his testicles and caressing his young ass. He got the boy to masturbate himself and confess that he sometimes did so.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you also hump your bed?\rdblquote Father Greg asked.\par \tab Sheepishly the boy nodded that it was so.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you look on other girls and want to see them naked?\rdblquote\par \tab That was so, too.\par \tab The boy wanted to fuck his teacher, an aunt, an older sister who was in collage, two girl neighbors, and several cousins. The priest seemed pleased and sat back shucking his black trousers down. No underwear. His manly manhood was HUGE. It was also already coated in precum. Young Lonnie Wilderman was drawn in once more--to handle/masturbate the priest\rquote s cock--as well as kiss the head of it.\par \tab\'85which led to full in the mouth sucking.\par \par \tab The boy was soon brought up onto the priest\rquote s lap; his manly prong gliding up and down the young boy\rquote s crack. \ldblquote Pull your cheeks--\rdblquote the man made a coarse whisper. Timidly the boy complied. Father Greg then began an earnest bout of bung hole exploration.\par \tab In another room adjacent to Father Greg\rquote s was more.\par \tab A young girl of 12 yrs or so was in a bad way. Very bad. She was naked and tied to a wall. It was a gray stone brick wall and she was shackled by the hands. She looked Italian, long curly dark hair. She was pretty and had \ldblquote A\rdblquote cup sized breasts. Her legs were held out by two nude boys of equal age. Both had major erections and were eager beavers. The hapless girl\rquote s ass was suspended up from the floor some four feet. Her pussy was hairless. \par \tab Despite the horror of her predicament the girl did not seem all that distressed. She just wasn\rquote t pleased with being secured in the manner that she was.\par \tab Both boys holding her were all kinds of silly and giddy. One was a sandy haired fart with braces in his mouth and a large unsightly birthmark on his otherwise handsome face. Bits of cum dripped from his piss slit.\par \tab The other lad was a dark haired boy, tall, and had a nipple ring!\par \tab His cock was uncut, too.\par \tab No hair on either of the boy\rquote s sacs.\par \tab Anther boy was present, he was a little younger--about ten or so. He had just finished undressing. The priest present also undressed himself. He stroked his massive fuck stick and guided the ten year old boy by the shoulder to the slightly struggling girl.\par \tab The boy was pressed by the shoulder to his knees.\par \tab\ldblquote Anoint him.\rdblquote the priest said firmly.\page\tab The girl made a facial expression indicating that she didn\rquote t want to, much less could. She got a nasty glare from the nude priest, he was broad shouldered, not so tall, almost rugged and not quite fitting the \ldblquote priestly\rdblquote manner of being. \par \tab The ten year old boy was scooted forward to whereas his face was right at the hairless poon of the girl. \ldblquote Anoint him.\rdblquote the priest spoke again.\par \tab The girl\rquote s body wiggled, she looked up to the wooden timbers above. The two boys holding her legs grinned to one another, the ten year old boy looked back over his shoulder in hopes that the priest would reconsider.\par \tab Nothing doing.\par \tab He nodded and tugged the young boy up--and pressed him to his body. A sudden body jarring smack resounded in the room, even startling Mandy. The young boy, Andy, clung to his naked priest as he received several hard-harsh bare handed swats to his delicate ass.\par \tab Father Don looked to the horrified girl, Amanda, \lquote Well?\rquote\par \tab She looked thirsty, sweating and struggling and rolling her head about. Father Don poured a glass of water from a personal water bottle fountain. The girl drank and then drank some more. \par \tab\lquote Ohhhhhh!\rquote Mandy said to herself, she got it.\par \tab\par \tab Young Andy was once placed nose to twat and finally after several minutes and several small cups of water--Amanda began to \ldblquote anoint\rdblquote him. Hot gushering urine splashed out of her young hairless poon, Andy flung his hand but was forced by the powerful ass spanking hands to keep his head still.\par \tab When Amanda had pissed all she was going to piss, Andy had the task of cleaning her poon--with his tongue and face! It wasn\rquote t all bad, the boy finally got to stand. His little pecker was mightily stiff--and ready. He was not denied. He was first to doink the girl, sliding his dinky into her pussy that Mandy still could not tell if it was virginal or not.\par \tab Not that it mattered.\par \tab The boy was in heaven. His first fuck. He was disgusted by the \ldblquote anointing\rdblquote , but the rest was okay. He now had a firm idea of a girl\rquote s pussy, he knew what a girl looked like naked, where her pussy and asshole were and where when the girl bent over, was sitting, laying down, everything.\par \tab He also knew what it was like to fuck.\par \tab Several minutes later and the boy was pulled back. He was not mature enough to cum. But not for the lack of trying. He humped the outside of the girl\rquote s snatch and then was pulled into the priest.\page\tab Father Don gave the two boys holding Amanda\rquote s legs a head nod. He himself sat young Andy onto a desk, opening his legs and looking upon the youngster\rquote s penis as some sort of delicacy. (as in fact it was!)\par \tab It was semi dark in the room, dark cherry wood desk and chairs and even filing cabinets. Where the actual \ldblquote light\rdblquote was coming from Mandy couldn\rquote t tell. A small room it was, pictures of priests on the walls, bishops and monsignors and of course the pope.\par \tab There, too, was a picture of a train.\par \tab Mandy\rquote s eyes focused on it and she grew ill, panicky.\par \tab It was a huge monstrous demon-like monstrosity; thundering up a slight incline in some mountainous forest; thick black smoke poured from its forward stack.\par \tab On the desk young Andy\rquote s legs were pulled outward as far as possible while his priest devoured his young tally. Andy didn\rquote t seem too distressed and even had a happy pleasing look on his handsome little face.\par \tab The boy with the unsightly birthmark on his face was \ldblquote first in.\rdblquote Amanda wriggled some, her leg he had been holding he still held. His friend holding the other leg giggled and watched his buddy fuck. Amanda\rquote s legs flailed all about as she seemingly so-so fought against the fuck.\par \tab The second boy, David, checked his friend\rquote s ass and soon was caressing it. The boy first in didn\rquote t miss a beat/pump or wasn\rquote t aware--or didn\rquote t care. The first boy, Zane, pumped furiously for all he was worth and finally got his nut. A good deal of his love cream he let off in Amanda\rquote s tight hairless cunt. Somehow he managed to pull out and shoot the rest of his liquid love onto her soft poon.\par \tab Zane stumbled back some working his cock as it quickly went soft. David grinned--it was his turn and he promptly went to it--wasting no time; he was almost ready to cum right off anyways!\par \tab Zane had to go to his knees lest he fall. He still held Amanda\rquote s leg, on his shoulder. Over his shoulder behind him young Andy was being totally devoured. Father Don had all of the young fella\rquote s fella and attached nuggets devoured--a finger went furiously in and out of the youngster\rquote s asshole. The boy clung to the desk and endured.\par \par \tab David and Zane once more held Amanda\rquote s legs, she wriggled some and fretted. Looming up close and personal came Father Don. Cum oozed from his piss slit. He leered at the young pre-teen, smiling but with a devilish air about it. \page\tab Amanda dropped her gaze from his face to his cock. It was bigger--way bigger than the boys. She breathed hard and, closed her eyes, and waited. She didn\rquote t have to wait long. The presence of the wicked man thing came to her sensitive \ldblquote lips\rdblquote . She shuddered and tensed up, gripping the shackles and tightening her young body. \par \tab Slowly inch by steady inch the massive manhood slid into the young girl\rquote s pussy. She made moans and groans, it was an eye opening experience beyond her comprehension. Her young eyes fluttered and someone farted.\par \par \tab It was if she were dead, or something close. Her eyes rolled, her breathing was labored; her pulse raced, though. \lquote Holy fucking shit!\rquote she murmured under her breath. The priest\rquote s cock slid out of her well fucked cunny, a massive wad of his spunk matter shooting all over her bald beaver, shooting up her belly and chest, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!\rdblquote blurted out the priest. He pressed his prick back against Amanda\rquote s fresh fucked cunt and humped the girl\rquote s gash; more man jiz shot out of his cock and he humped for several minutes.\par \tab Amanda was finally released from her shackles. She was a little pissed and bent, she rubbed/massaged her arms and wrists, Father Don applied olive oil to her wrists. Surprisingly she didn\rquote t seem too distressed (or pissed) about the whole sordid situation.\par \tab While Amanda continued to recover, sitting on the floor rubbing her aching wrists--David and Zane 69 on the floor. Father Don caressed David\rquote s ass, as he was on top. A little light spanking and then with his finger sufficiently lubricated with olive oil, began finger fucking the boy\rquote s asshole.\par \tab He also clutched at the boy\rquote s tezzies and tugged them thru his legs. Each boy sucked happily on the other\rquote s schlong. Amanda and Andy watched with not much awe about it--or the nude priest in their midst.\par \tab The olive oil seemed to be a particular fascination for the priest. It was in a strange green ornate bottle, kind of like a magic \ldblquote jeanie\rdblquote bottle Mandy thought of. Father Don applied some of the oil to his cock, then massaged his balls and applied a goodly amount to David\rquote s ass.\par \tab Andy was getting very friendly with his cock, masturbating it and desiring deeply for that feeling he had just had. Father Don called for him and he obediently went to naked man. The priest doused the boy\rquote s cock and balls with olive oil. David and Zane sat up and got a dousing, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Turn around.\rdblquote Father Don told Amanda. She sighed, she knew what was to come.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }