August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 13
Blatant Disregard

Family Business
	Snow was falling gently outside, sunshine shined gently, too--but it was still cold.  Peter was in one of those transitions of being really asleep and almost awake, dreaming blissfully of shagging his girlfriend, his teacher, that girl (little) at the airport, and those two nuns…
	…when suddenly he was aware of being awakened.
	It took a moment or two (or three) to become fully aware (awakened); his dad stood leaning over him gently shaking him.  When Peter had came around and turned his head, he saw his Pop with a raging boner in his pajamas.  Peter grinned sheepishly and pushed the covers off of him, then rolled and “presented” himself.  Slowly he tugged his pajamas down, no underwear did he wear.
	His Pop pushed his own pajamas down, no underwear there, either.  He was bare and hard and “ready.”  Peter pulled his cheeks open as he lay across his bed.  Gently his Pop fingered his son’s hole, his fingers wetted by spittle.  It had been a long while, since September, since Peter had gone away to college…
	The man who had helped bring him into the world skillfully eased his manly schlong into Peter’s receiver.  Peter’s eyes bulged, had his Pop’s poppycock gotten bigger in the four months away?
	Stephan found slight resistance to the penetration of his son’s asshole, He held his cock to keep it straight and steady and continued his efforts--he slowly had to withdraw and make several attempts before full anal insertion could be attained.
	Peter’s peter pressed against the side of his bed, his Pop’s prick fully into his backdoor.  He wished Dana or Carol Anne or even his mother was sucking on him, or their muffin in his face.  He thought of Dana suddenly, the night before--just hours before, they had been in her room talking.  Just talking, Dana regaling him with her horrid story of how she managed to “ACE” Biology 1 when it looked in mid semester she was going to fail.
	When done telling her tale, Peter had a boner.  It was raging.  It was in need of a handjob or blowjob and he didn’t care which.  He stood to leave but noted his sister’s eyes upon his bulge.
	“I can fix that.” she said with an angelic smile.  Peter held fast where he stood and Dana moved from her bed to the floor on her knees; she gently tugged his pajamas down and freed his nearly manly manhood.  She stroked it once, twice, then began to suck it.
	She was good.
	She swallowed the pecker and Peter enjoyed it tremendously, somewhat unaware of even cumming into her mouth.  Dana fondled his balls, rubbed his ass and sucked him dry.  She swallowed his spunk splatter and then sat back diddling her poon.  Peter grinned and as his cock petered out, he moved to HIS knees, Dana moved to her bed, opened her legs and she was given the same treatment.
	By the time Dana was frantically flailing about in ecstasy, Peter’s peter was hard again, he slid it nicely into Dana’s quivering quim and put the girl into utter sexual orbit.

	Pancakes and bacon were in the making downstairs, Peter’s asshole was steaming.  
	“Better wash up for breakfast.” Stephan told his son.  He patted his son’s ass and pulled up his pajamas.  Peter stood rubbing/consoling his ass, his cock was still rock hard.  It was not quite seven o’clock, Dana would still be asleep, she wasn’t a morning person.  Peter didn’t bother pulling up his pajamas, he farted a gooey asshole filled fart and wondered where Carol Anne might be…
	Carol Anne was on the toilet, peeing.  She was nude and cum was drying on her chin and chest, their Pop had gotten a blowjob from her before stuffing Peter’s funk hole.  Peter grinned to her as he came into the shared bathroom.  Carol Anne grinned and he quickly stuffed her young five year old mouth.
	“Suck me, Carol Anne, do me good.”
	And she did.
	Like Dana, she fondled his balls and rubbed his ass as he pumped into her mouth.  Being merely five, though, Carol Anne couldn’t/didn’t fully engulf cock--but she did her best and just the “head” was all Peter and their dad cared about anyways.
	Peter was cumming in pent up torrents when Dana wondered in.
	Downstairs Stephan still reeling from the shagging of his son got amorous with his wife.
	“Are the kids up?” she asked as she fussed about trying to assemble the breakfast fare.  Stephan murmured something as he tried to keep his good cock pleasing wife still.  She bustled about setting the table and finishing breakfast preparations when suddenly Stephan just grabbed her and placed her over the table; up came her nightgown, down came her panties…

	Upstairs bathroom
	Peter’s cock rocked steadily into Dana’s pussy, the girl twitched and made sexually pleasing faces as she was drilled.  Little nude Carol Anne stood fingering herself beside them.  Dana clutched the edges of the bathroom counter, Peter pumped vigorously trying to cum again, but he had already blasted a massive load into Carol Anne and it would be a bit of endurance to bring it up again.
	Pulling out he plunged his stiffy into Dana’s asshole and began fondling the girl’s titties.  Carol Anne giggled and giggled, still fingering herself.  Peter checked the girl and with a gentle head nod from Peter she climbed up onto the bathroom counter, she sat on her knees still fingering herself but was closer to her brother and sister and Peter liked looking at her, at her young nude body.

	In the kitchen
	Diane clung to the breakfast table as both her pussy and asshole were reamed and reamed.  Hubby Stephan fucked and fucked, pulled out and spanked his wife’s tight ass until he was near faint with incredible sexual bliss.  He had recently came, too, and it was even a more endurance for him to make a repeat.
	Steady on did Stephan ream his wife’s asshole.  Diane grunted and groaned until the pressure build up in her cunny was too much to put off any longer.  She rolled over onto her back, her hubby’s cock still embedded into her hole.  Feverishly she began to frig her hot box; Stephan smiled down onto her, but he was in the midst of a good (butt) fuck and wasn’t pulling out.  No matter, Diane found some pleasure in fingering herself; then Stephan plucked up a fresh hot sausage and began fucking his wife’s cunt with it!
	In the bathroom
	Cum spilled like a river flow out of Dana’s pussy, her asshole clenched tight as the rivers of climax shuddered thru her.  Carol Anne worked her brother’s cum sputterer, she grinned and made faces as Peter tried to maintain himself.
	Dana pulled her little sibling onto her, cuddling her and teasing her.  Peter caressed the girl’s young ass, fingering her hole.  Down to his knees he went, licking Carol Anne’s asshole as well as Dana’s cum stained cunt.

	In the kitchen
	One sausage, TWO sausages, THREE sausages went cramming into Diane’s pussy.  Stephan finally unleashed a torrent of love cream, fully filling his wife’s crapper.  He humped and humped until he was spent and legs were wobbly.  After pulling free of Diane’s sphincter he ejaculated a little more onto her pussy, he sausage stuffed pussy.  Diane took one of the sausages and popped it into her mouth, she grinned and smiled and Stephan smiled.

	In the bathroom
	Carol Anne winced and made unpleasant faces as she clutched to Dana’s naked sweaty body, behind her Peter crammed his cock into the young girl’s ass.
	“Be easy!” warned/cautioned Dana.  “She’s only five.” Peter knew how old she was, like he and Dana before her--their dad (and mom) had been prepping her (Carol Anne) for the day she WOULD be able to fully take on cock.  Peter had the head of his cock into the girl’s five year old asshole, his fingers worked the child’s cunny into a fever during the ‘reach around.’
	But Peter’s peter was petered out and couldn’t get stiff enough to make full anal entry.  Dana turned Carol Anne about, opened her legs and Peter went down on her--the next best thing.

	In the kitchen
	“Kids!  Better get down here ‘fore breakfast gets cold!” Stephan called out as his wife had asked him to.  The scurrying of feet traipsing down the stairs was soon heard to follow.  Nakedly (and sweatily) the man embraced his good wife, patted her naked arse and took a seat as his naked children ran into the breakfast nook.
	Once assembled they held hands, heads bowed--and gave thanks!
	Across the table Stephan and Diane grinned broadly and surreptitiously as the children had their breakfast, having up their ham & eggs, biscuits and gravy, and sausage links laden with love cream…

	In the basement
	Carol Anne looked to the big card her daddy held up,
	SIT ON HER FACE
	Carol Anne nodded that she got it and climbed onto the wide bed and did indeed SIT ON HER FACE.  Her sister’s face.  Carol Anne squatted down onto Dana’s face, the teen’s head right at the edge of the bed.  She helped steady the young sib and as soon as she was settled she (Dana) began licking the youngster’s poon.  Gently Dana pulled Carol Anne to lay fully down on her; waiting patiently just out of shot was Peter, his cock dramatically hard with the tip glistening.
	He would have to wait a while, a few moments anyways while Dana licked and licked Carol Anne.  Then, with a subtle head nod from daddy Stephan, Peter slipped into view and eased his pulsing prick to Carol Anne’s asshole.  Dana helped guide it in, she cupped the boy’s bare balls as well as caressed his ass.  Carol Anne’s asshole had been lubricated with specialized cock jelly and spittle and pre-fingering--still, though, just the head of his cock made the most entry.  With a little effort the head disappeared into the girl’s tight rim.  It was enough.  Carol Anne’s discomforting face was unseen as she had lain on her sister’s stomach enduring.
	Peter pumped and pumped, Dana slipped a finger into his asshole to further encourage him and in mere minutes he was cumming.  He let one massive wad fill his little sister hole, then pulled out to shoot the remainder onto her lily white plush ass cheeks.  
	The money shot.
	Dana kept the girl’s cheeks open wide so as the camera her daddy operated got take in the action.  Peter came and came, jutting loads of hot cum onto his sister’s ass, the cum dripped down from the crack and spilled onto Dana’s face.
	Stephan smiled, his cock was dripping cum, too.  Remotely he brought the two angling cameras in, capturing fully the entire sordid event.  He dimmed the lights and zoomed in with the main camera as Carol Anne naturally squeezed out the cum from her asshole.
	Front Door
	Diane dropped to her knees and embraced the young boy at the door.
	She copped a feel of the youngster’s ass, then tousled his light blond hair.  He hated that.  He smiled and pressed his head into his mother’s butt as she, too, stood by.
	“My-my, Timothy, it’s been a long time!”
	Diane stood and gripped the boy’s mother’s hand, Ruth.  Along with them was Lassie the Wonder dog!
	“Stephan and the kids are in the basement.” Diane told her dearest-dear friend.  There was general chit-chat, Diane still admiring the young seven year old boy, he hung tight between his mother and bestest-best friend, Lassie.

In the basement
	Seven year old Timmy lay out on the bed, his clothes on the floor, his legs opened.  He was SOOOOOOOO cute, a fresh face, blond hair, an air of innocence all over him.  (and lily white skin!)  Naked Dana lay beside gently toying with the boy’s wanger.  Timmy grinned and smiled and slowly became somewhat aroused.
	With Dana going “down on him” and sucking his little wanger, he became fully aroused.  Dana engulfed the young boy’s penis AND his tender little nuggets hole.
	Stephan Birk operating the cameras took it all in.  The boy’s mother stood beside him smiling and giving approving looks.  With the sale of the video from the basement doings it looked like the Martin family would have a good Christmas after all!
	Dana laid herself out on the bed and brought the naked seven year old onto her equally naked teenage body.  Timmy continued to grin and be kinda sheepish--and yet still hard.  
	After positioning him onto her body, Dana then proceeded with positioning the boy’s little pecker to her poon.  Just a little coaxing was needed and natural instinct took over.
	“It’s been years since…” Ruth said in a whisper to Stephan and Diane, “I thought he would have forgotten for sure.”
	But the young tyke hadn’t, he took to screwing Dana just like he had when he was five!  Stephan smiled and power zoomed the main camera to where the boy’s slinky schlong slid effortlessly into Dana’s pussy.  The boy’s tender hairless nuggets were a joy to see squeezing up to the girl’s body, the youngster’s smooth ass clenching as he power stroked…
	Dog Bones
	Peter took the conveyed message from his parents and escorted young (still naked) Timmy upstairs.  Dana remained in the basement along with the others, and Lassie.
	Dana took a break, exhausted from her few minutes of humping with Timmy.  It was her nude mother who climbed onto the bed, sat on the foot edge and opened her legs nice and wide.  Then, with gentle cooing from both her and best friend, Ruth, Lassie the Wonder dog came into scene.
	Diane’s body was pretty good consider dropping three children thru her loins.  Her 38Cs didn’t sag nor were “baggie.”  She was active enough to keep her body trim and in shape.  To Lassie the Wonder dog, he didn’t care.  Not one iota.
	Diane coaxed the Collie, which didn’t require a lot of coaxing actually and the 5 year old pooch quickly began licking out Diane’s cunny.  Diane’s shaven muffin tingled (if not tickled) by Lassie’s super talented tongue, Stephan power zoomed on the doggie action while Camera Three zoomed in on Lassie’s owner, Ruth Martin, humping the dog’s dong.
	She was!
	Ruth, nude, had her hand gripped about Lassie’s stiffy and was working it into a fever pitch.  Then, when she could expertly tell the “time has come” she helped Lassie up onto Diane’s bod and helped guide the doggie dick into Diane’s cunt.
	Natural instinct prevailed here, too; Lassie quickly slid his doggie schlong into the human’s love entrance and began humping madly.  Diane twitched and gyrated about, holding onto her doggie lover, humping back, thrashing about--it was wild and intense.

	Meanwhile--topside
	A cup of hot chocolate, a muffin, and “getting to know you” went on in the kitchen with Peter and Timmy.  Both were nude and it had been a few years since the two had been “together.”  Actually, just two, but to a young boy like Timmy any length of time was enduring.
	The two chatted, caught one another up on what was going on in their lives; school, girlfriends, moving to a new house, etc.  Timmy’s dad had been killed in an auto accident and it was kinda tough times for him and his mother.
	But thankfully she (Ruth) had a close friend, Diane, to help her out in a pinch.  The Birk family had a “business.” and with Ruth and her family participating in the “business”, they got a share of the profit.
	After their muffin and cocoa and general chatting, naked Peter brought naked Timmy to his room.  The boy was awed by the university banners, the fish tank, and all such as the like like that there.
	“Your mom and my dad wants to see me put this (indicating his semi hard cock) up your poop chute.”
	Timmy nodded that he understood.  His mom had finger fucked his hole, had stuffed “items” into his hole, but he was still “tight” and not too forgiving of invading schlongs.
	Peter laid out on his bed and brought Timmy onto him, settling the boy down onto his face.  Peter then began licking out the boy’s asshole, sucking on his young tender nuggets and reaming him.  Timmy, in turn, fondled Peter’s peter, his hairless balls, and giggled.
	At length Peter determined that it was time to try Timmy’s hole again.
	The boy was willing, he wanted so much to please his mother and “uncle” Stephan.  Peter positioned the boy on the bed, on his hands and knees and slowly introduced his cock to the boy’s semi-willing asshole.  Peter had significantly fingered the boy’s hole, applied a generous amount of cock grease, and hoped beyond hopes his could make more viable entry than just the head (of his cock.)
	Timmy squirmed as he was penetrated but made no other discomforting sounds.  Every effort was made not to harm or seriously hurt the boy, Peter made headway, and then a little more.  It took a little agonizing time but Peter made good headway and had half the length of his cock buried into Timmy’s seven year old hole.

Dog Trix
	“Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard
	  To fetch her boy doggie a bone.
	  But when she bent over, ole Rover took over
	  For he had a bone of his own!”

	Diane lay on her best friend, munching furiously the woman’s lightly furry muffin.  Ruth, underneath, pulled and pried Diane’s ass cheeks open wide, flicking her tongue to her best friend’s cunt as Lassie the Wonder dog plowed his doggie dick into Diane’s asshole.
	Stephan had to re-angle his camera, bringing it down to the floor to zoom up thru the dog’s fur to get the exact act of bestiality.  It was incredible.  Incredible!  Lassie pumped and plowed, Ruth licked and sucked, Diane squirmed and yearned.  She did!
	Finally, Lassie’s knot was at the explosive height of the act and he began to pump vigorously.  Gobs of cum spewed out of Diane’s shitter, Lassie tried pulling away but was held firm by his master, Diane, until he had spent all of his doggie ooze.  
	Then, Diane was seen (and filmed) as she sucked on Lassie “knot”, his balls, and then his pink slick cum laden shaft.  Both women were cumming and Stephan was hard pressed to keep filming and not join in.
	When done, though, Lassie stumbled to one side and began licking himself--a dog thing.  Ruth and Diane could barely move, the air was heavily fouled by their combined sex sweat.  Stephan continued filming, zooming right into his wife’s gooied asshole as dog cum continued to leak out of it.
	He turned to look upon Dana, she had frigged herself to her own orgasm watching her mother and Ruth.  Their eyes locked, “Come here, baby,” Stephan said to her, “I need taken care of.”
	Dana had no prob with that, happily she scampered to her daddy, addressed his magnificently hard cock and began sucking it.  Diane and Ruth rolled to their backs and lay exhausted, closing their eyes for a few minutes while Dana sucked off her daddy and Lassie sucked off himself!

My Cum, Your Cum…
	Though young Timmy had just had sex with Dana as well as laid on Dana’s mother, Diane, for a few minutes of humping (on and in the pussy) the youngster seemed apprehensive about “putting it to” Carol Anne.
	Carol Anne laid out on the bed in the basement, everyone was present.  It wasn’t so much as the boy was frightened or unsure or anything, but he had never seen a girl his age (or approximate) naked.  He stared and stared at the nude little girl, Peter in the shadows behind the light stands got his attention, he held a prompt card,
	GET ON TOP OF CAROL ANNE
	Timmy nodded that he understood the card and with only a minor notable hesitation crawled up onto the bed, his little seven year old pud nice and stiff; prior, he had been sucked on and on and on by Dana, then by her mother, and then his own mother whilst he straddled her chest, perched right on her breasts.  Peter had indeed successfully humped the boy’s asshole all the afternoon, working it and prepping it for that evening’s basement shindig.
	Once on Carol Anne the boy knew what to do and did it, Carol Anne helped.  The camera zoomed right in, his mother and the others smiled and diddled themselves as they watched on the monitors the “action” taking place.

	 Both Stephan and Peter emptied rivers of cum onto Carol Anne’s young pussy.  Both Stephan and son glided their schlongs up and down the child’s cunny with mild efforts of vaginal penetration--just the heads of their cocks.  
	Then, with the child’s cunny nicely coated in a mess of “mess”, Dana licked the cunny clean.  Dana then crawled onto the bed, positioned herself above her little sibling and was spanked.
	Hard.
	Hard enough to make the teenager’s ass a deep shade of blistered red.
	Then, Peter entered her firstly followed by her dad.  Both holes.  One good squirt to fill each hole, then the rest to spill and coat the girl’s cheeks and drip down onto the fidgety Carol Anne.
	While Stephan and Peter rested to recoup, Diane took Carol Anne to one side, the light and camera redirected and operated by Ruth.  Little Carol Anne stood with her legs open a bit and she soon began to pee.  Young Timmy had never seen a girl pee, he wasn’t aware of the difference in “standing/sitting”.  
	After her pee, young mater Timmy had to “pee”, too.  His mother cupped and squeezed the boy’s ass and gently coaxed him to pee--to pee on Carol Anne!
	Carol Anne giggled as the steady stream of hot piss splashed onto her pussy.  The girl’s mother turned the child around and hot whiz anointed the girl’s ass.  Carol Anne giggled more and more, then was bent over and Timmy finished whizzing onto the girl’s asshole.

	Carol Anne wiggled about some as Ruth’s tongue lapped at her pussy.  She was tiring out but her daddy had something about needing to get “it” in the can and gone.  The “it” reference was the film.  The “can” reference was the film IN the two-piece metal cans to house the reels of film completed.
	At Carol Anne’s head on his knees was the wriggling girl’s daddy, Stephan.  His rock hard manhood sliding in and out of the mouth of Dana while his not too hairy balls filled Carol Anne’s mouth.
	It went on an on (and on) until Stephan had used up all his film and that in reserve.  It was a finished product and “in the can.”  Stephan took the money maker/supplemental income product to special delivery.  Ruth, Timmy, and Lassie settled into the house of Birk for an extended stay, and possibly make a “sequel.”

	With the family’s movie in the can, and payment received--the holidays gone--the new year upon them, and Ruth with her son and Lassie the Wonder Dog back to their humble home, the Birk family struck off for a new adventure--just a Sunday drive out of town.  They had no idea what was to come.
	Even after it was explained to them what had happened to them, the transitioning phase still seemed vague to them.  But, they DID understand what had happened--just not how.  And strangely they had come to grips with their new environment far easier than expected.  But why worry, why fret about the circumstances surrounding them; they were in a new world, how they didn’t know, but they were and there was little hope of getting back from whence they came.
	So, there was nothing to do but deal with it.
	Which was how Colleen had found them, doing their “family” thing in the pine forest.  They were well enough accepted into the family of Forrest Finch, they settled in and Colleen decreed to herself that she would not go traipsing into the nearby forest again.
	Dana came to sleep in the room with Colleen.  At first they didn’t get along all that well, but it wasn’t “relationship” type thing or envy or such as the like, Dana was actually cool--it was Colleen.  She was slowly beginning to “remember” stuff, her moral fiber becoming more intrinsic and intuitive--bringing her to remember her former self.
	However, so much had happened she couldn’t quite put her finger on it--but she knew (or felt) that sexual relations of any kind with her brother was wrong.  That went, too, with her girlfriend, Maggie.  She was highly confused, seeing the adults--John, Mike, and newcomer add-in Stephan having their way with their own kids as well as “swapping”--it was mind boggling to say the least.
	Colleen just couldn’t shake the effect of confusion.  She began to wonder if there was possibly something wrong with her!
	Dana WAS cool and didn’t pressure Colleen to “do anything.”  She herself wrapped up in her clothes she had come with minus shoes and socks and went to bed.  Colleen joined in, Maggie already in the middle.
Mingle-fuck-a-ling-ing
	Although Colleen had issues with the narly rampant sex that went on in the Victorian home on the cliff, the others did not.  The new family, the Birks, fit right in.  Within hours of their coming into the old style home by the sea, there was sex.  Sex-sex-sex.
	It was John and Ms. Birk to “hook up” first; virtually ALL those with schlongs between their legs had wood.  Diane (and daughter Dana) took note of this quick.  It was also noted the horndog males of the Victorian home had strong eyes of lust towards Dana and Carol Anne.  (Colleen had NOT told of what she had seen the family doing in the forest, it had to be found out later…)
	Ms. Birk found John getting a hummer from his precious young granddaughter, Samantha.  They had been in a back room that was near empty, no carpeting, bare walls, but a small fireplace roughly put together, a roughly hewn table and chairs.  On the table was a kerosene lantern and some books (all books found in the home were of the period in the mid 1800s.)
	John’s clothes were at his ankles.  Little Samantha was nude, her clothes on the floor.  Diane had not actually intended to “spy” (so she said) but to look around the strange grand home (by the cliff.)  The door to the private room was not closed (as assumably intended).  Cum had splashed into Samantha’s young throat, a great gusher load.  The remainder anointed the young granddaughter’s face and chest.  John rubbed his softening schlong against the angelic face of Samantha; she giggled and lapped up the gooey man juice she was well used to.
	“Oh my, what do we have here!?” exclaimed Diane easing into the room.  By her tone and mannerisms, John knew she was “cool” and wouldn’t freak out.  Not that he cared.  He turned to face the woman, stroking his gooey member, then eased to a squat and cuddled Samantha.  He turned the tyke to face Diane, caressing the child’s side and with the flickering light of the fireplace and lantern, Diane saw the telltale sign indicating that young seven year old Samantha was NOT a virgin.
	She smiled.
	She came to the two and squatted herself, she smiled to the little girl and cocked her head just so to peek at the child’s non-virgin cunny.  John smiled and his cock flaccid cock hardened.  He scooped young Sam up and hefted her onto the roughly made but sturdy table.  Opening her legs it was an invite to take a stronger gander at the girl’s cunny.
	While Diane gazed upon Sam’s cunt, she stroked John’s tool… 
	Stephan found Jake with Goldie, both nude, on the veranda overlooking the sheer cliff and sea.  It was a warm day with cooling breezes from the sea.  Jake’s jake was buried fully up into Goldie’s ten year old asshole.  Her legs hung over Jake’s legs as he fingered her into a riveting orgasm.
	Stephan held firm where he was, but was hard and ready just the same.  Jake wasn’t aware of his presence.  Not until Goldie whispered to Jake and squeezed her fingers in a kiddie wave to the newcomer.  Jake nodded his head to the man, smiled and turned in the handmade lounge chair, swinging his legs over the side, but keeping his cock up Goldie’s ass and her legs open.  Stephan dropped his pants and underwear and stepped up to the awaiting mouth of Goldie.  

	Peter found Drake with Kasey and Mike’s ten year old daughter, Molly.  All were nude with Kasey perched on Drake’s face, Molly at his feet sucking on his cock.
	Peter produced his peter and stroked it hard, Drake held his hands on Kasey’s hips, moved his head out from under her butt and grinned.  With a head nod he brought Peter over and Kasey addressed his nearly manly cock.  
	When Diane, Peter’s mother, came looking for him later on, she found her son straddling the boy known as Drake.  The girl known as Molly sitting on Drake’s face sucking Peter’s cock!  The girl Kasey was straddling Drake, his cock up into her body, her face kissing and licking Peter’s ass!
	That accounted for Peter.  She had recently found her husband engaged sexually with the man known as John and his granddaughter Samantha AND Brittany.  She went on in search of Dana and Carol Anne.

	Diane found both her daughters with the man known as Mike.
	Dana’s tongue diddled out her little sibling, Mike pounded Dana from behind.  It was Mike’s slapping balls schlepping against Dana’s body that brought Diane’s attention.  He paused momentarily as Diane made her appearance in the back room of the house.  But the intensity of the act was too much to ignore or pause for any length of time.  ‘sides, he was already busted, might as well complete the deed.
	But he needn’t worry about being “busted”, Diane was approving.  She shed her clothes and came to her daughters.  Dana’s tongue was worn out and she ceased tonguing Carol Anne.  She remained on her hands and knees, Mike continued pumping off into her asshole, his balls schlepping away merrily!
Pulling Trains
	Powdered milk and something that was a substitute for eggs was found in the basement/cellar.  Military style packaging, not in tune with the Victorian style or general aspects of the house.  The military food stuffs was the only thing out of the ordinary.  
	And there was a slight remarkable notice about those packages, they weren’t in “English.”  The wording was of a language unknown to them.  But the contents were palatable and added to the house’s already well stocked pantries.
	In the forest wild fruits, vegetables, and herbs were found.  Wild “spice” plants, too.  And after a time, wild turkeys were discovered; a little more time was needed to corral the turkeys--for their eggs and producing MORE turkeys.
	Wild goats were found when the first snows came.  (snowing, on the coast!?)  Yeppers.  Snow.  Lots of it, too.  It wasn’t too awfully bad, and a great deal of the ocean seemed to ice over, too.  The goats helped with fresh milk and the kids loved the babies.
	Jake had calculated that they had been in the new world, the Victorian home six months.  The Phase Shift indicator remained silent un-indicating.	Whether it was broken or whatever was just unknown.  Jake had all but given up hope of re-connecting with his pal, Skyler.  He had talked himself into believing that Skyler had probably gotten out of the cave, had either gone up a hole or into that silvery pool or something.  He was probably home.
	It went ‘round and ‘round with Jake, if Skyler HAD gotten out and home, he might have tried going back to the desert miner’s rock & cave and try searching for him (Jake.)  That bothered Jake, Skyler didn’t have a Phase Shifter and could easily get his ass lost.
	Jake further just talked himself into believing Skyler (and the others with him) had gotten out of the cave and home--and Skyler was waiting for Jake (and Forrest.)
	To keep his mind off of Skyler, SEX!
	Though Pairings was a nice thing, Pulling Trains was better.  At least once a week the whole group participated in Pulling a Train.  That is to say the woman folk, girls and other, opened their legs to receive a doinking, one cock after another.
	It began with Diane.  As it was, the men did menfolk things, the women did womenfolk things.  It was the way, not being chauvinistic about it, but it was a system and one that worked.
	The men (and boys) toiled thru the making furniture, exploring the forest for food, fishing & hunting.  They made repairs to the house, corrals and stables and so on and so forth.  The womenfolk busied themselves watching over the wee ones, cooking three plus meals a day, keeping track of the stock (and the wee ones) going out into the forest to “gather” fruits and veggies, mending clothes, washing clothes, and so forth and so on.
	There, too, was the occasional fuck.
	The clothes thing?  Only when the weather was extremely cold, snowy, and/or icy.  Most times the young ones went butt bare assed naked, ‘cept Colleen who had issues still.  The teens usually went nude, the adults half and half.
	One night, 6 months after settling into the new digs, the door to her bedroom Diane and hubby Stephan had claimed opened.  A gentle polite knock had proceeded, Diane murmured “It’s open.”  and in waltzed Jake.
	Diane liked Jake, there was something about him.  He was the most helpful, even out of her own children!  He was nude.  Which was his most preferred mode of being.  Diane was nude, too; having freshened up from a hot bath.  It had been a long day, mending clothes, carrying for kids, finding kids in hiding, mending scratches and wounds, prepping meals--she was tired but had heard whispers in regards to something about “a train” was coming.
	In the business with her hubby, which was porn and illicit illegal immoral porn, “a train” was a part of the industry whereas a woman (usually) got nailed multiple times by different cocks.
	Jake seemed to be the first.
	There were as many as SIX cocks in the house; her hubby Stephan, son Peter.  Then Jake, adult Mike and Grandpa John.  Jake’s friend, Drake and Colleen’s brother, Brian.
	Jake made gentle love to her on the bed, he locked his arms in a prone position and concentrated solely on the fuck.  Occasionally he pulled out and lay his pipe against her quivering lips and humped there for a moment before plunging back into her sex and completing the deed.
	It wasn’t their first time for fucking, of course, in the six plus months they had been at the Victorian home they had fucked often--Jake usually sneaking up behind her to poke her in the ass or when she was bent over proper stuff her love box--usually when she was cooking, stocking the wood stove with wood or water (the stove was ancient and wood fired with a large basin for water for the cleaning of dishes in hot water.)
	Diane was well satisfied from the doinking from Jake, and she had almost forgotten that during a “train” there would be more.  Jake grinned and conveyed his “thank you M’am” grin and made himself scarce.  Moments later, another knock to the door and there was the daddy of Shannon and Molly, Mike.
	Mike was gentle, too; he fucked slow but kept his pecker IN and didn’t pull out at any time.  He strained as he humped, sweat pouring off of him.  Scarcely, though, did he look her in the face--he didn’t look at anyone in the face while he fucked--it was his Christian side of him that pestered him; he was a husband and a father--but the naughty side of him reigned supreme; he enjoyed screwing his daughters (Shannon-8 and Molly-10).  He never made full vaginal or anal penetration with Shannon, mostly it was oral or a whole lot of humping OUTSIDE the body.
	After Mike had come and gone--Drake came to “visit” her.  Drake was becoming quite muscular, his hair uncut was down at his shoulders, his body mostly a deep-deep tan as he went nude most of the time (‘cept when it was damn cold out).
	John came nextly, the grandfather to Brittany-12 and Samantha-7.  John had no hang-ups.  He enjoyed everyone, boys and girls alike.  He was gentle with his youngest granddaughter, Samantha.  Like Mike, though, he only went into her mouth with his cock; he DID poke her pussy and asshole but did no actually harmful penetration.  (that wasn’t to say his tongue and fingers didn’t!)
	After John had left, Diane wiped her cunny clean, frigged it a bit and wondered who would be next.  Her pussy tingled, from the previous fuckings and the fuckings yet to cum.  She wished her best friend, Ruth Martin, and her son, Timmy, had come along, they would enjoy!
	It was Brian who came in nextly.  Someone was out in the hallway and had pushed the young naked boy in.  His young tally was stiff, though.  Diane could hear “girlie” voices outside coercing the young nine year old.  In the six plus months of 	being in the house at the cliff’s edge Diane had engaged sexually with the young man only a handful of times.  Mostly her pleasures were with the older boys…
	Diane coaxed the boy to the bed and she toyed with his penis, tugging and fondling his hairless testicles.  She rubbed his butt and easily positioned him between her awaiting legs.  Inasmuch as she loved older boys, men, with hearty cunt pleasing cocks, there was something to say about young boys, too.
	Peter finally made an entrance, Diane was beginning to wonder.  Diane loved her son, especially his cock.  The boy had been a toddler when she had first sucked him, just four years young when she had him humping on her motherly cunt, and scarcely seven when he was actually fucking her.  He was as old as Brian before she seriously derived “pleasure” al la sexual.  When Peter had turned eleven he was finally squirting cum and Diane loved it dearly--in her mouth and pussy!
	Peter gave his mother a good doinking, pushing her legs back and stuffing her backdoor, too.  He was gentle to a point, but mostly striving to get his “nut” as well as please his dear mother.
	Stephan, her husband, came last.
	His cock was grand and powerful and Diane always enjoyed his loving.  During the middle of their lovemaking Diane could hear sounds that were close, in the next room over or down the hall--sounds like a bed squeaky fiercely along with what sounded like--spanking?
	Stephan smiled to his naked sweaty cum filled wife, “it’s one of those non-stop trains…”
	It meant that ALL the girls of the house was getting “trained”. 
	
Deeds Done Dirty Cheap
	Dirty deeds.  He knew it.  He was aware of it.  He was it.  A part of him, a small part, knew very well that he was “out of control” and moralistically corrupt.  He knew better.  He knew the right and wrong of his actions.
	But then his cock told his morals to shut up!
	Danny Phanton, invisible spy, prowled the streets near his home, finding and discovering all sorts of neat-nifty-narly business going on.  For his next trick he found wandering an alley a lost young girl.  She was about five or so, scared and very far from home--Danny hadn’t seen the child in the area so she had to be from out of the area.  
	Her blond curly hair was messed up, she had peed in her short kiddie pants.  Dazzling blue eyes, a sweet little face, and Danny had a boner.
	He gulped and felt his stomach tighten--and his cock harden.  
	The next thing--he had the little one inside a wall of ivy, he was still invisible--so far as he knew, and easily was able to overwhelm the girl that he was a “spirit”--and not a very nice one.  He worked the child’s kiddie short pants down, he cooed to her and calmed her that he was just “helping” her.  She didn’t fuss or cry, “Okay, Mr. Spirit.” she said.
	Danny smiled and tugged the child’s wet panties down, too.
	Soon “Amber” was nude.  With her blue shirt with a big friendly “duckie” on the fron the wiped the child’s cunny.  This only prompted Danny to get even HARDER.  Quickly he shut off the image that zoomed to the front of his mind.  He couldn’t.  he shouldn’t.  he wouldn’t.
	But then again…
	There was the hugging of the child, cupping and caressing her ass, his cock out of his pants pressed against the girl’s body.  Soon he sat back and worked his clothes to his knees, then brought the child’s hand to his pulsing erection.  She couldn’t see it--he figured, but she could feel it.  
	Amber giggled and was a typical kid.
	Suddenly a pair of 6th graders rode up on bikes.
	“Man, my pop’s gonna skin me alive if I don’t find her!”
	“I still say she could’na gottan far.”
	The boys looked around, the first one called out, “Amber!” Danny held his fingers over the child’s lips “Shhhh” and made it seem as though they were playing an advanced ultimate version of “hide-n-seek” from the girl’s worried brother.  The boy was not actually so much as worried about his sibling’s missing status as he was his “ass” status when his “pop” found out the little girl was missing.
	The boys rode on up the alley calling out.  Danny pressed his cock against the girl’s belly and then down between her legs.  He had the girl stroke him and then kiss the head of his throbbing organ.  This only led to Danny laying the girl down and “going down on her”, munchy-munchy!
	Pushing the child’s legs back Danny positioned himself between her legs, his cock, and proceeded to hump his fill.  Amber giggled, peed some more, farted, and giggled some more.  She was a very happy little girl.
	So was Danny--er, as a boy.
	He came in great gobs and wondered about Tuck--he figured as what he had done secretly (and privately) with Sam, Tuck would probably be just as naughty--if not more so, with a little girl like Amber.
	There was a little (a little) remorse for what he had done.  Regret.  He smeared his spent cum with his cock all over the girl’s pussy, fingered her funk hole and taught her how to finger her self.  Once more he pressed his prong against the child’s mouth and got her to suck on the head before he dressed her in her wet garments and walked her by the hand to her home three blocks down the alley.
	She didn’t remember her address but there was a great wooden swing set in the backyard and a tree fort that was her brother’s.  No doggie but a big white furry cat.  The house was a two-story home and there was a great tree in the back yard and some toys.  
	Only one other house had a swing set with a tree fort.  But there was a big dog in the yard and no cats.  Once at the proper yard, Danny simply lifted the child up and dropped her into her own yard, he spotted the big furry white cat sitting on a picnic table.  Amber waved to him, could she see him?  Danny wondered.  It was possible, young minds might not be affected by whatever had effected Danny to render him invisible.  She went on to the backdoor where her daddy rushed out to greet her.
	The daddy was pissed, but not at Amber.  He frowned when seeing her wet pants and scooped the child up.  At the end of the block the girl’s brother rode up with his friend, both still calling out.  Danny snickered and went on.
	
	Just out and out overwhelming by surprise did Danny P came to have his way with another young girl, she was at least a little older, but not yet a teen.  (and with the added help of the “gadget” (the one used against Samantha) the dirty deed done cheap was a dirty deed done.
	The girl was blond haired, long straight blond hair clear to her butt!  She was cute, budding breasts, a blue outfit of having a loose fitting shade of blue blouse that was sleeveless with a short mid-thigh length tight skirt.  She was all of nine year young.  Danny was in love.  She was way cute and he yearned for her.  And being invisible and equipped with a mind stunning device just made it all the easier.
	The girl, Beth, had been walking (alone) in the alley one alley down from where Amber’s home was.  Beth was singing, carrying a teddy bear and totally caught off guard.  With the tall trees in the backyards of the homes, and along the alley, the huge brick walls, stone walls, ivy covered fences of this and that, waylaying Beth was easy.
	Danny knew he was a cad.  Even worse!  Finding a suitable spot inside one of the ivy walls Danny quickly laid the hapless victim out.  He couldn’t believe what he was doing.  Would Tuck approve?  He knew Samantha wouldn’t and he still had reservations about telling her his dad had mind altering devices and gadgets.  Would she fear or be wary about Danny using them against her?  She was a best friend, but still--a girl.  
	Danny pushed the controversial thoughts back to deal with later--if at all.  His hands traveled up the girl’s legs, opening them just so as he could get a glance at the girl’s goodie.  Blue undies.  Tight and snug.  Danny felt his cock fully engorge and seep a little love cream.  He was sweating and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.
	Slowly he pushed the girl’s legs up to fully reveal her crotch area.  Danny’s dick nearly busted out of his pants.  A huge lump filled his throat.  There was a long pause before proceeding.  And then he did.
	Grasping Beth’s ankles and hold them up with one hand, Danny worked the girl’s panties up her legs.  His eyes focused on the girl’s goodie, it appeared virginal with a slight light covering of blond pubes.  Danny’s prick surged--he couldn’t hold off no longer.  With the girl’s legs down he slowly rolled the panties down and off, her skirt was difficult to undo but he managed, then worked her blouse off and she wore a small trainer.  Once fully nude, though, Danny sat poised between her legs drinking her fully in.
	Quickly he rendered himself nude--he knew he could probably go about butt bare assed naked--but there was a nagging fear that the invisibility thing about him was maybe not lasting, a fleeting thing that could go any time and there he’d be--butt naked and visible for all to see.  And that wouldn’t be good.
	Once naked himself, he settled on the girl, riding his cock against her virginal poon.  Beth made some faces but nothing more.  Not until actual penetration came.  Beth’s face screwed up , her mouth opened (but nothing came out of it)  Danny worked his cock into the girl’s pussy--he was out of control--his cock was in command and there was no stopping progress.
	Beth wriggled and made more earnest faces as Danny’s commanding cock invaded her goodie.  There was significant resistance but Danny pushed on inward and busted the “cherry” regardless.
	Once the initial thrust had been made, the act of fucking commenced without further defiance.  It was easier, too.  Danny fucked and fucked, pulled out and humped and humped, then plunged back into the girl’s sex and fucked and fucked.
	Beth wriggled more, screwed her face up, her young nipples were hard and Danny sucked them.  He was just at the point of orgasm when Beth’s name was called.  An older boy and a man (Beth’s dad) was calling for her.  The boy (about 16 or so) came along in the alley, “Beth!” he called out.  He paused right at where his naked sister lay unconscious.  Danny lay on her, his cock still IN her, his hand over her mouth.  The boy farted and went on.  
The daddy went down the other end of the alley.  Danny returned to fucking…

	Plagued incessantly by his dirty deeds, Danny took a break.  He needed to get home, bathe, and find Tuck.  He wondered (to himself) if he would actually tell his best friend what he had done.  A fleeting thought there was about taking Tuck along and coming across unwary girls--with Danny invisible (if he still was) and waylaying the girls with the Phanton gadget, would Tuck readily be as dirty as Danny had been?
	Blocks from home, tired, his cock totally worn out, and full of regret for his actions against Amber and Beth, Danny sought out the home of a family friend.  
	The darling Darling family.  Danny’s folks and the Darling folks were friends.  Danny went to the same school as Ferguson Darling, he was a year younger and a geek-nerd/young republican combo.  Too smart for his own good, a little pompous, and not too “street smart.”  His sister, however, was a heartthrob--cute, pretty, smelled good, popular, street smart and looked good in any style of clothing she decided to wear--especially tight jeans!
	Clarissa went to the same school and class as Danny’s sister, Jazz.  She was a newspaper type person, worked part time at a local children’s hospital, had just gotten her driver’s license and was working on getting a hot pop car (Mustang, Porche, etc.)
	Danny yearned to see her naked, or at the very least in her panties.  He HAD seen her in her swimsuit, both styles--bikini and full one piece.  She looked hot in either one.  
	The image of naked Beth filled his mind--her pussy was great!  He wished he could have had more time with her.  A gallon of cum (so it seemed) he had deposited into her--deeply.  Her young hardened nipples he had sucked and sucked while he pumped and fucked.  When he was spent and spent, he lay on her until rolling off.  During the minutes needed (required) for recovery, Danny fondled the girl, fingered her cum drenched pussy and used her own panties to wipe her clean.  
	She was re-dressed, minus her bloodied-cummy undies and brought back out into the alley.  Danny got far away and “released” her.  She screamed and fainted.  Her brother and father ran to her and knew instantly what had happened.
	No cars in the driveway of the Darling home, but it didn’t mean no one was home.  Danny needed sustenance, a drink, some chips, and a bath.  With no reflection in the windows, the brass knobs of the front door, Danny deduced that he was still invisible.  The door was locked, so was the backdoor.  The window beside the backdoor was cracked open and Danny slithered in.
	After nabbing a soda and several cookies, then a quick trip to the hall bathroom for a rinse and cleaning and soothing warm washrag to his cock and balls, Danny headed up the stairs of the moderate two-story home.
	Can we say PANTY RAID!
	Janet Darling, the mother, was a hot commodity, too.  Danny yearned for her as much as he did for Clarissa.  She was in her late 30s, a professional woman (at what Danny didn’t know) but she had a good figure.  
	All was quite and serene, nothing stirred and Danny assumed all was well, no one home.  In the parental unit bedroom he quietly though raided the panty drawer--there were many-many panties in the top drawer of a large oak dresser.  Many.  All styles, colors.  Danny snagged a couple of interesting ones and then had a devilish thought, he snagged a pair out of the clothes hamper from the bathroom!  (skid marks and urine splatter!)
	While he jacked off into this panty and the next, his desire to see Janet Darling naked was a possibility.  He was INVISIBLE!  He could easily hang out in her room, bathroom, wherever, and see her come in and get naked!
	For that matter, the same rang true for Clarissa!
	Slowly he made his way across the hall and two doors down.  The door to the girl’s room was opened a crack.  No one was within, though.  Danny entered and was about to make for the girl’s dresser when out of the corner of his eye he saw something.
	Movement.
	From UNDER the bed.
	Danny paused and squatted.  Clarissa’s room was not too girlie, her bed had green shades of bed covers and was a twin size/single with cast iron foot and headboard painted white.  A few rock star posters, a fish tank on a stand, her dresser of a shade of lime green and flowers, and her desk.  A quaint room with the color scheme of green.
	A red head Danny could see under the bed.  Just barely.  The head made all attempts at being unseen.  The red head was Ferguson.  Danny was curious, what the fuck was the thirteen year old geek-nerd doing under his sister’s bed?
	Danny smiled, he wished he would have thought of it!  (for to be under Jazz’s bed for to spy on her when she changed clothes and did “whatever”)  but getting caught would mean instant death.  TWICE!  And possibly three times; Jazz would kill him out and out firstly, then his mother, and then possibly his dad.
	Ferguson was taking an awful chance.
	Suddenly, there were voices in the house.
	Danny made for the door and then to the window when Clarissa and a friend came along.  It was a boy.  Danny knew him, too--Shaun.  A curly haired youth who also worked on the high school paper, not too athletic and was Clarissa’s best friend.
	And there was a little more to that best friend stuff, too.

Trains
	Dana was at the “depot” receiving the whistle stop, by the time Diane (her mother) peeked into the adjoining room of the Victorian home, Dana had already been “trained” by Jake and Drake.  Currently John and Mike were “double-teaming” her, double coupling with Mike behind her plowing the young teen in the ass with John fully stuffing her cock hungry cunt.
	Diane had seen her teenage daughter engaged sexual with other, other than her own brother and father--but it always somewhat bothered her.  She guessed it was the moral-mother issue.  But so long as no one was harmed…
	John and Mike did their thing and came in quarts.  They needed several minutes to recover, when they did they moved out of the room and to the bathroom to clean off.  Dana lay on the bed with her legs open--her inner thighs hurt from the furious fucking she had received, her asshole smoldered.
	Diane fetched a wash rag and wiped her daughter down.
	Peter and Stephan came in, bringing Colleen’s nine year old brother, Brian, with them.  They were the last of the train.  Peter went firstly, straddling his sister’s chest and titty fucking the girl; she gripped his sweaty cool ass and sucked on the head of his cock as it peeked out between her mounds.
	Young Brian sat on Stephan’s lap; Diane (and the boy’s sister, Colleen) had seen Brian on his hands and knees being boned by Stephan.  All the swinging schlongs of the household had been up Brian’s ass.  For that matter, all the swinging schlongs of the household had been in Colleen’s ass, too!  Pussy, tits, and mouth.  
	She had been spanked, peed on, double and triple teamed.  She still had issues but after six months and no hope of returning home to her birth world, she was going nude more and more, spreading her legs or ass cheeks at the drop of a hint.  She had also been coerced into tonguing out her best friend’s pussy, Maggie.  Thereafter she tongued Dana, Goldie, Shannon, Molly, Brittany, Samantha, and even five year old Carol Anne Birk.  She had only recently went down to Ms. Birk’s poon.  In turn, all those afore mentioned tongued out Colleen.

	Peter sunk his prick into his sister and fucked her long and hard until finally (five minutes later) he unleashed a torrential river of splooge.  He virtually collapsed in a heap onto his sister.  Dana herself was exhausted, she had succumbed to several intense orgasms, she had peed the bed while being so fucked.  Both teens needed a few minutes…
	Stephan was okay with that, his cock was up Brian’s ass, he fondled the boy’s prong and pleased him greatly.  Jake came to the door where Diane stood watching the debacle.  He had Colleen and Maggie, they were next to be “trained.”  Colleen stood with arms folded, she firstly stared at the two teens on the bed--it wasn’t the first time she had seen the two “coupled.”  She had seen Peter stuffing his sister AND mother on many occasions.  She, too, had seen the teens’ father doing same.
	No expressions there were on her face, not even when she looked upon her young brother knowing full well he was being sodomized while he sat on Mr. Birk’s lap.
	Peter finally moved off the bed and on weak wobbly legs left the room to wash up and revitalize his prick.  He moved passed the eleven year old girl, smiled and couldn’t wait to “pull into HER station.”
	Brian got up and Mr. Birk went with him.  Dana opened her legs, she was still laden with cum coating her cunny.  Her daddy fingered her cummy poon, then patted her stomach and began fondling her breasts.  Brian crawled onto the bed and sat up against Dana; Dana fondled the boy’s balls then leaned to him to begin sucking him.
	 Then, Brian was brought over to straddle Dana’s waist both by Dana herself and by Stephan.  But instead of rushing in to fuck, the boy was pushed down further and coached into tonguing Dana firstly.  It wasn’t his first time, he had tongued every girl in the house.  While he tongued Dana, Stephan fondled the boy’s dangling wares and soon was tonguing the boy’s asshole as his ass was pooched upwards.
	Colleen didn’t realized she was leaning against Diane.  Diane was the only mother figure in the house, the oldest female anyways.  For some reason it was just a tough thing for Colleen to get over--everyone blatantly going nude and engaging in sex.  There were brother and sisters engaging, father and daughter, teen boys to young girls and teen girls to young boys and same sex one on one and…and…and…
	Colleen was simply overwhelmed.  She wanted to be like the others, but it was a tough deal.  She suddenly found herself being consoled by Ms. Birk.  Mr. Birk was up on the bed and his balls began to slap against Brian’s ass.
	Gently Diane brought Colleen back to the other room.
	“You’re still having trouble adjusting, aren’t you?”	
	Colleen sighed and nodded that it was so.  She sat on the great bed, legs folded under her.  It was still difficult for some reason to just go boldly naked with everyone; boys/girls/MEN alike.  At home, her birth world home, blatant nudity was out.  Sex with her brother was out!  She had been a slight finger banger, but was a polite girl and only ripped a good fart when in the bathroom or by herself.  She had seen her little brother Brian naked many times, he was a promising nudist.  She never thought of her bro sexually, that was gross!
	“Is there something wrong with me?” cried Colleen.
	“Yes,” said Diane, “but you just have to give in, as we all have.”
	Colleen wanted to give in, she did; she didn’t like being the odd ball.  She couldn’t finger what was the matter, what was the hangup.  “Just DEAL with it.” quipped her friend, Maggie.  The teen boy, Jake, was the most sympathetic, he was kinda cute and Colleen thought of some boys in her birth world she liked.  
	“Why do you like them?” he had asked one time while they were in the forest gathering food supplies.  He was nude, as always, Colleen had a long one piece outfit on and shoes, no undies.
	She shrugged her shoulders to his question.  
	“Give it a thought, really.” Jake persisted.  “You want to be WITH a boy, that Shaun or Yansy you mentioned--”
	“Yeah--”
	“Why?”
	Again, a shoulder roll was the reply.
	“’cause they’re cute, handsome?”
	Colleen had nodded her head.  In the six months of being in the new home by the sea, she was evolving, growing--aging.  As were they all.  Jake figured he was sixteen, maybe still only fifteen, he wasn’t sure.  He didn’t care.  Little Carol Anne Birk had grown some, so had Maggie and Goldie; his Trisha and Kasey--Kasey especially.
	“So, you’d like to be with one of those boys, or both--” drawled continuing Jake, “to hang out?”
	Colleen nodded Yes.
	“To hold hands?”
	Colleen blushed a little.  She really blushed when Jake asked about being kissed by one of the boys she had a slight crush on, Shaun and/or Yansy.  She didn’t know the reason, why the attraction.  But it was the basis of all relationships--a beginning, the yearning to eventually become “mates” and propagate (fuck) to increase the population of the tribe.
	Colleen had to chew on that for awhile.
	It still didn’t help.
	She guessed, at length, that she DID have something the matter with her and she DID have to just DEAL with it.  Her moral fiber was very much intact.  Sucking cock, a little boy’s cock, a MAN’s cock, her BROTHER’s cock--having three cocks in her at once, tonguing out another girl’s pussy, let alone a woman’s, watching grown men and teen boys have their way with young girls--all prayed heavily on Colleen’s mind and psyche.  Nothing she could do to sway it.
	Diane talked with her and at length when exasperated Colleen flopped back onto the bed, Diane admired the girl’s cunny.  As it was a preference to the boys and men folk of the “tribe”, Colleen’s poon was well trimmed.  Diane pressed her fingers to it and soon her tongue.  Colleen opened her legs and Diane delved into the girl’s pussy--ultimately bringing her to orgasm.

Eager for Beaver
	The subjects was “general chit-chat” which segued to bodily functions--or those functions that were explosive.
	“I don’t know if you can lit a belch,” said Shaun, “but you can a fart!”
	Clarissa and her best (male) friend were discussing bodily explosions and some rumor about some guy (at their school) who could ignite his belches after eating beans and other gas producing foods.
	Clarissa was a little stunned about “lighting farts”,
	“Wouldn’t that be kinda dangerous, with the guy’s balls right there and everything!?” she was serious and Shaun was giggling.
	“How long will your folks be gone?” Shaun asked changing the subject quickly.
	Clarissa shrugged and smiled, making her way to her bed, “I dunno, enough time.”
	“And the Ferg?”
	“Frog Face?” Clarissa’s pet name for her dweeb little brother, “he’s got his school projects to keep him.”
	“Or at the bottom of a trash can.” snickered Shaun.
	Clarissa got all serious for a moment, “You’d help him if you saw someone doing that to him, wouldn’t you?”
	“Yeah, sure.” Shaun said, he was a big sized fella, not overweight, but semi muscular and bigger than normal “fellas” his size.
	Clarissa smiled, “Good.” and promptly hooked her thumbs into her “classic” jeans and pushed them down.

	Powder blue undies with daises all over them, hip-huggers.  Nice.  Shaun approved at least.  Danny couldn’t see to well Frog Face under the bed, but knew he was there.  Clarissa stepped out of her jeans then in a fluid motion pulled off her top.  Shaun ever the grinning lustful horndog kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants.  He was eager for her beaver…
	Clarissa ever smiling a wicked smiled undone her bra and let it fall where it may--then slid her flowerdy panties down and was nude.  There was no sign of Ferguson under the bed, he couldn’t risk being seen by Shaun who was still in the middle of the room undressing.
	…and Shaun nearly toppled as he worked his jeans and underwear off.  Once fully nude, Shaun had quite the pleasing boner.  It stood out straight with a slight curved UPWARDS; Danny guesstimated Shaun had something of about 7 inches, maybe a scooch more.  Clarissa stepped out of her clothes and giggled as she lay out nakedly on her bed, opening her legs and inviting her best friend…
	Shaun accepted and nearly flew onto the bed and Clarissa’s body.  There was pawing going on, Shaun squeezing Clarissa’s lovely young tender teenage titties, Clarissa roaming her hands all over her teen lover, reaching between their bodies to grab his cock and make with the insertion.
	When the two did indeed begin fucking, Ferguson pulled himself out from under the bed to peek his head up between flailing legs.  He merely wanted to see his sister getting laid.
	And she did.
	A lot.
	Shaun’s mighty schlong slammed into Clarissa’s soppy wet snatch, Clarissa bounced and twisted on the bed, “Fuck me!  Fuck me, God damn it!”
	Now, that’s a nice thing for an upstanding Christian girl like that to say, huh?
	
	Shaun entered into a “power fuck” phase, very little “straining” involved as he humped into Clarissa’s cock hungry cunt.  He did arch his back and pump madly; Clarissa met him along with gyrating her hips.  Their bodies meshed and sweat drenched the bed.
	Ferguson “drenched” the bed from underneath…
	It wasn’t clear, not to Danny leastways, if either teen lover(s) on the bed had succumbed to a cum.  During their lovemaking they rolled over to where Clarissa was on top.  Ferguson peeked over the foot of the bed, clinging tightly to the cast iron railing as his blue eyes bulged seeing his sister’s ass so up close and personal.  
	Shaun gripped Clarissa’s ass, squeezing the pillowy flesh, pulling the cheeks open to expose her pussy and puckering asshole.  Shaun’s cock slid into Clarissa’s twat--there was serious ball slapping and slick wet cunt humping sounds.
	Finally, gobs and streams of cum rivered out of Clarissa’s poon.  Sam settled down from his incredible pounding.  His balls surged and tightened up, his ass clenched.  Clarissa lay like a limp rag.  Ferguson humped his hand…

Train of Love continues
	Maggie was next to have the train of love pull into her station.  By the time adjusted-Colleen an Diane came to see, Jake and Drake had already pulled came and were resting, chuffing in limbo to give their engines some rest before continuing.
	John, Mike, Peter, and Brian waited patiently in the hall.  Brian could hardly stand still, his little prick was stiff (as it was generally as it seldom went “soft.”)  Colleen eyed him, she and Diane had talked, Diane had eaten her out, brought her to orgasm and then they talked some more.  For Colleen, it was just a matter of “dealing with it” and adjusting; sex with the boys; the men, the teens, her brother was just “one of those things” she would just have to get used to.  
Along with the men doing their kin as well as the others--she would just have to buck up and let it be.  It was a new world they were living in, they didn’t have to behave like lawless animals, sure; but sex was sex and that was that.
	Mike pulled into Maggie’s “station” and unloaded his cargo for some fifteen minutes!  He pumped and pumped, grinded and gyrated, plowed and fucked all that time.  The girl’s budding breasts received a generous amount of attention, too.
	When done, he left and Maggie washed off her cunny before flopping back onto the bed.  John entered, the grandpa of Brittany and Samantha (who awaited in an adjoining room…)  He turned Maggie over, bringing her lovely young ass up.  In the six months of being in the Victorian home it was supposed she (along with Colleen) and transitioned to at least the precarious pre-teen age of twelve.
	John examined the girl’s ass, it wasn’t his first time with her, ALL the men folk, boy teens alike, had taken pleasures (sexual) with the ALL the girls.  It was just that this particular incidence was different as it was ALL the girls getting boffed all at once.
	John Calvary entered Maggie’s ass and began a steady long butt fuck.  The bed squeaked and John fucked, fingering the girl’s poon as he did so.  He lasted all of ten minutes.  Cum drenched Maggie’s ass, her hole, cheeks, and poon.  John pulled free and virtually collapsed onto the pre-teen, he still fondled her breasts and caressed the whole of her body before finding strength to leave her and go out.
	Peter came nextly and took the time to hump the girl’s chest, eat her pussy out, and finger her into a frenzy.  Unlike her friend, Colleen, Maggie had long since “adjusted” to the sexual new life; for her, she saw little point in protesting or not being a part of the game.
	Young Brian followed, helped by his sister Colleen.
	Diane peeked into the adjoining room; young Goldie was receiving HER trains.  Diane had listened to the story about Goldie, her tumultuous journey in the woods with the bears, it had a familiar ring to it.  All the stories Jake had spilled had seemed ridiculous, but backed up by Mike and John, the “stories” went from ridiculous to bizarre and fantastic.  
	All the girls that evening got “trained” by ALL the boys--men, too.
	Thereafter it was a long night of needful rest and recovery.  Bathing followed at the break of day and then it was back to normal routine.  In the days that were to cum, though; it would be the GIRLS who would come to train the boys!